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Hi, I know you're resting now, I wanted to share my opinion about the album. I noticed that there are five tracks in Face and they are so similar to the 5 stages of acceptance. What do you think about it?
Perhaps my question is incoherent, I am writing it through a google translate.
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Ask 2: FACCE IS SAURRR GOOODD!! 😭😭😭 WHEN IS THE REVIEW BPP?
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Ask 3: Which remix is your fav?? I think beans and toast won this won
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Ask 4: Bpp Imma need to go to SK and hold Jm hostage…I need him to make more music…Im going crazy Hes not my bias or my bias wrecker but hes wrecked me…I cant believe that he made my soty my aoty…I just wish the album had more songs…Like crazy is crazy good!!!!
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Ask 5: BPP, hi!
I was hoping JM would show us a bit of his true self in his new album. And did he, huh? That MV and song reeks of homosexuality. I know it's simething ARMYs do not talk about. But... What do you think?
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Ask 6: So did Jimin really end kpop for you BPP? Which song is you’re favourite? ☺️ He’s blown my mind at least. It’s Instant AOTY for me!!!!!! I hope Like Crazy is promoted really harf because I think it has really good potential It’s my favorite in the album ☺️
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Hi Anon(s),
Before we get into it...
...I have a bone to pick with Jimin.
I don’t understand what Jimin thinks he’s doing not putting Letter on Apple Music or Spotify. Like, why does he think that’s a good idea? Does anybody know? This song is so perfect - Jimin's lush vocals harmonizing with Jung Kook's is beautiful - Letter needs to be available on as many platforms as possible. See, these are the kind of choices the tannies make that just causes me to laugh because yeah these hidden songs are 'gifts to fans' but it's also a crime against all that is good and honest in this world to keep it off channels those fans will gladly pay for? The fact Ddaeng is still stuck in Soundcloud purgatory is reason enough to kidnap Bang PD's nephew and sell him to the mafia, far as I'm concerned. The only reasons I haven't done it yet because kidnapping is illegal in my country, the Cosa Nostra require a blood oath, and Jin wouldn't like delays to his game update.
Letter is Promise all grown up, a little wiser and more developed, and I hope in every subsequent album Jimin releases for the rest of his career, that there is a version of Promise, a song that feels like Jimin - comforting, easy, warm, simple, and beautiful. Listening to it I'm so thankful Jimin exists. (Yes Jimin, I'm that fan who is simply happy you're alive - Pixid reference, so for anyone who hasn't watched it yet I've linked it here).
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FACE is a solid 8.1 / 10.
(Are you streaming?)
It's a great thing Jimin has been so forthcoming in talking about the process and his reasons for making the album, the songs on it, as well as how he had key input on the choreography. I strongly suggest everyone watch his live (linked here - I should probably also mention the English subs aren't up yet, just FYI). Jimin has been very clear about what he's communicating in FACE so I won't tarry on it.
My favourite songs in order of least to most:
5) Like Crazy
4) Face Off
3) Letter
2) Alone
1) Set Me Free Pt 2
Something about each song in reverse order with the exception of Letter - for Letter, see mafia case above.
Set Me Free Pt 2
This is the best song on the album.
Alone
There are two reasons why SMF Pt 2 comes out on top over Alone though Alone in many ways is the superior song. (1) The production (including the use of autotune) in SMF Pt 2 is incredible, and (2) because Alone ends on too disturbing a note for me to dwell on, knowing that it has come from Jimin.
Everything about Alone is perfect. The way the song begins with piano, then guitar, and then drums. Jimin’s voice. That man’s voice seriously fucks with my head. It’s the way I feel every time Yoongi twitches his voice when he’s being particularly nasty. Or anytime I hear Joon’s adlibs in a song. Or what happens in my head every time Hoseok slathers his vocal inflections with grit. I don’t know if I’m making sense, but what I mean to say is that Jimin’s voice during the entire song feels like a gift. It draws you in. And then you hear what he’s singing about...
It’s heartbreaking.
I can’t abide the thought that this is something Jimin went through recently, and that I relate in a very personal way. The emotions expressed in Alone feel too raw, too scary, and too real, and while that could point to a worrying state of mind in its author, I think Jimin’s idiosyncratic bluntness and clarity of speech in Alone shows the state of someone who still reflects often, is self-aware and also resilient.
Still, it’s a sad song to hear, an even sadder one to sing, but it is one of the most powerful and beautiful songs I’ve ever heard.
(He's a problem)
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Face Off
I appreciate the vision Jimin had for this song. Starting with the gag of him playing the Flea Waltz in the intro - the song the members have teased Jimin with repeatedly by saying it's the only song Jimin knows how to play on the piano - Jimin used that common (good-natured) taunt and then weaponized it in a song putting those who have crossed him in their place. It's clear by the second verse when Jimin raps that he's pushing himself to express what he means in as many ways as possible. He's challenging himself and sending a message, and that I can respect.
Anon in ask 1 who talked about the album showing the five stages of grief, I agree sort of. If we were to assign a response to each song, I'd say...
Face Off is Anger
Like Crazy - Denial (though bargaining works too)
Alone - Depression
Letter - Acceptance
(PJM2 will be madness)
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Like Crazy
This is my least favourite song on the album because it never really develops, but it's also not supposed to. Jimin has said he wanted to express a dreamlike state in Like Crazy, and he does that impeccably well. The song leans into its 80s groove, heavy padded synths, something reminiscent of if Foster The People and The Weeknd made a song together. The thing about dreamlike states is that they lull your mind, and one easy way to create that effect is repetition and monotony. Think about why someone trying to hypnotize someone else tries to keep their voice steady, calm, and monotone. So, many times listening to Like Crazy I wanted the song to go somewhere, to become fuller or less predictable, but that would kill the trance so it didn't. While it's not my preference, I can appreciate Jimin's commitment to the idea of the song.
It's a great track even then. I sometimes listen to it right after Big Man, Little Dignity by Paramore.
Speaking of Like Crazy, there's been much ado about about Jimin's sexuality, queer-coding, etc in the song and so Anon in ask 5, I see where you're coming from.
Jimin is queer. I don't know what else there is to say about it or why even the mere possibility of Jimin being queer should generate the amount of fuss/discourse it does. It's possible I'm wrong of course, but like you Anon I don't think I saw Jimin even stand straight once during the entire MV. There’s not a single straight thing about this guy.
For the sticklers, perhaps the more diplomatic way of saying it is, 'many of us strongly suspect Jimin is queer.'
(What a stunner)
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Jimin seems very pleased with his first album and this is my favourite thing about the last few weeks. Watching him for the last nine years, it's gratifying to see how he has fully embraced himself, his limitations, his pride, his vices, his virtues... Jimin is a strong tenacious person and in making this album, he turned that intensity inwards, towards learning to love himself. The result is five great tracks, and I'm eager to see what more he will show us in the future.
#Anon in ask 3 my favourite remix is the UK Garage one#so you and me both#I always thought JK would be the first to wreck my bias list#then Jimin dropped SMF Pt 2 and he's come very close#but he's still got some ways to grow and improve#still#FACE is such an experience#I'm thankful for Jimin#jimin#park jimin#jimin FACE
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Hey Storm, this is so random but I just wanted to rant because I'm very upset that my mom won't allow me to get tickets to the upcoming BTS concerts. I've never been to one and probably never will be
I've been in the fandom since 2018. I'm still finding new content each day and I love it but I've never been able to experience actually being an ARMY if that makes sense...Since 2018 I've never seen people in the fandom get taken seriously if they've never been to a concert or doesn't have any merch (I might just be on the wrong side of BTS twt)
I have NO BTS merch AT ALL. When I tell you I rely on my printer to make knockoff posters that's exactly what I mean lol. I guess I don't feel like an ARMY because I feel like I'm not supporting them enough (let me just clarify, I'm 17 years old, in my senior year, TRYING to get a job so as of rn I can only rely on my mom) and even though it's not entirely my fault I still think there's more I could do like I'm upset that I can't meet them but I feel like I'm not worthy enough
I listen to their songs on YouTube and I make sure to help get the views up. I stream on Spotify, I'm not able to actually BUY anything because it's not in my control but buying is the most important when it comes to streaming :( They don't know me or anything but I think I'm letting them down
This rant is all over the place and I think I switched topics ALOT but yeah that's just how I'm feeling right now with the whole concert thing going on. I've been trying to do some things to make 22$ to at least pay for an ARMY membership but even getting just $22 is hard 😭
Is there anything you recommend for me to do to support them that doesn't require money? Because as much as I wish I could spend all the money in the world on them I don't have any :(
I'm sorry if I disrupted your day with this silly ask
Hi sweetie. You are the same age as my baby sister and I just want to wrap you up in a hug. God, I remember being 17. I was working in a mall after school to try and pay for date nights with my boyfriend that consisted of movies and cheap fast food we would eat in a car in whatever parking lot we found ourselves in. I also used that money to fund my book buying addiction. Lol
My advice to you is learn about budgeting. Learn now. There are tons of resources out there for free online. Learn how it works, how to set up a budgeting spreadsheet, etc. That way whenever you move out or get a job, you can start setting things aside. I am not rich by any means. I also don't buy everything BTS puts out. I save those purchases for things I really want, which is usually content, such as ITS2 or online concert tickets. And I save up for it, and split the price with a friend who shares my log in info so it costs less.
You are not any less of a fan for not buying everything they touch. That is not how being an ARMY works. You can stream on Spotify and on YouTube and Apple music or whatever you have access to. You can vocalize your support. You can save up money whenever you are able to. But know that loving them and loving their music, loving their message and loving yourself, that is ALL that BTS wants from you.
Keep in mind that BTS never wants you to break your bank for them. In fact, Yoongi is out here on their bring the soul movie openly talking about searching for Illegal streaming links and complaining about the bad connection on some of their links so they could avoid paying for tickets and still watch the football game together. Not to mention he has been very vocal multiple times about not liking capitalism lol
Not to mention just a few months ago after SoWooZoo concert, an ARMY posted on WeVerse apologizing for being broke and streaming the concert without buying a ticket. How bad they felt and like it seems a little how you feel right now...
And Jimin replied to them with this.
What matters most to BTS is not how much merch you own. It's not even about how much music or the concert tickets you can buy. It's you loving them. It's you loving yourself. It's you spreading the message of love and positivity to those around you. It's you enjoying their music and bringing you happiness. That's what BTS wants for their fans.
Please don't stress so much over it. You are enough and you are doing enough. BTS loves you simply for loving them. I know you sent this yesterday and I'm just now getting to it, but I hope this helps and I hope you are feeling a little better and are having a better day 💜
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candy kisses - yoongi
don’t judge me. stream butter. stay safe out there
summary: yoongi is y/n’s weed dealer, and he needs help expanding his business portfolio. weed brownies, anyone?
warnings: weed. trifling friends. a small couch. don’t read if you’re a narc or if you’re gonna point out the two grammar mistakes i found that i will not fix
word count: 3.3k
“when was the last time we smoked together?”
you don’t hear yoongi because you’re currently very focused on rolling this blunt correctly. your work in the past has been sloppy, rushed, and you’re worried about disappointing yoongi while also disrespecting his high-quality product, so you’re mega focused on the little pieces of herb in your hands that are trying to run away. you’re half aware of his gaze on you as you work, and you’re also barely aware that your tongue is just slightly sticking out, a sign of your steady concentration which yoongi is about to break.
“you look cute when you’re focused like that,” yoongi says nonchalantly, almost making you drop the blunt just as you’re about to bring it to your lips to wet the paper.
“thank you?” you reply, noticing how relaxed yoongi is on your couch. just black sweats and a white t shirt on, and yet it’s hard for you not to stare at him. actually, you’re staring right now, so get back to work. you finish up the blunt and lean forward, searching your coffee table for your lighter.
“looking for this?” yoongi asks, picking it up from underneath a stack of take out napkins that you’ve carefully curated. is that a fire hazard, a lighter underneath cheap napkins? probably.
“yeah, thanks,” you answer, reaching over to grab it from him. “how’d you know it was there?”
“you always keep it on that little plate thing with the other tiny stuff you lose all the time,” he explains, and you glance at the napkins and see the minuscule design element you barely remembered peeking out from underneath.
“ok, how’d you know that was there?” you ask, holding the blunt up before you start to slowly light the end of it.
“i go nuts for interior design,” he explains with a shrug. “the colors on the plate match your couch pillows. it’s a nice touch.”
“thank you,” you respond quietly. who notices stuff like that?
“you’re welcome.”
it’s quiet as you take your first puff of the blunt, one quick one just to test it and another, longer pull after for good luck. the acidic smoke hits your tastebuds before you breathe it in. you hold it for just a second, and then exhale, watching the cloud that forms in front of you. you turn to yoongi and intend to pass the blunt to him, but you realize you don’t have an ashtray ready so you pull that little plate from its paper prison and ash the blunt before yoongi takes it from you. your fingers brush as he takes it, and you notice how soft his hands are, so you tell him.
“thanks, it’s your lotion,” he replies, and you laugh at how comfortable he gets every time he comes over.
“i thought i smelled peaches,” you joke, trying to rearrange the mess on your coffee table now. you push an empty vape pen out of the way as you search for any other trash to throw away, and still yoongi is watching you as he exhales from his first pull. he looks like that caterpillar from alice in wonderland.
“you shouldn’t smoke those little vape things, it’s getting metal in your lungs,” he tells you with a little bit of authority in his voice. you watch him as he pouts his pretty lips and closes them around the blunt, their slight downward slope mesmerizing as he breathes in.
“well if you didn’t take so damn long to refill our stash i wouldn’t need these little vape things to get a buzz,” you bite back, graciously taking the blunt as he passes it back to you. you watch him hold the smoke just a second longer before pursing his lips to slowly let it all out. you’re still thinking about his lips when he speaks again.
“do you like edibles?”
“um, it depends,” you reply. “what kind?”
“how many are there?” he asks, curious.
“why, are you trying to expand your business portfolio?” you joke. “but really anything that you can use butter in, or infuse cbd oil somehow can be an edible i think. but i like brownies the best.”
“so, hypothetically, if i made weed brownies, could i make them here? and could you maybe help me with the recipe?”
“sure, but why do you need to make them here?”
“to hang out with you,” he says with a shrug. “is that ok?”
“that’s ok,” you reply, wondering if your heart is beating fast because of the blunt or the idea that yoongi wants to spend more time with you. “when?”
“are you free friday?”
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you know how everyone uses phone alarms to wake up now? and sometimes if you hear that ringtone out in your everyday life it brings you war flashbacks?
well, the timer on yoongi’s phone is going off, playing your typical morning alarm, and he won’t turn it off, so you’re about two seconds away from committing murder.
“yoongi!” you shout to the man missing in action. “your brownies are done!”
you hear the bathroom sink running followed by yoongi’s shuffling footsteps, and you watch as he dashes to the kitchen while he dries his hands off on his sweatpants.
“shit, sorry,” he apologizes, grabbing his phone off the counter before ending your misery.
“thank you,” you sigh as you relax back into the couch. you hear his movements echoing in the kitchen, the oven opening, the pan clattering on top of the oven, and the impressed whistle yoongi lets out as he checks his masterpiece. “how do they look?”
“incredible,” he replies, popping his head out of the kitchen with an excited look on his face. “do you wanna be my first customer?”
“i’m letting you use my kitchen, so you better not charge me for trying one of your edibles,” you warn as you get up. your kitchen is a mess, by the way. yoongi might be a great chef when it comes to meals, but he didn’t know shit about desserts before today. so actually, he’s using your kitchen AND your baking expertise, you should get the entire batch for free.
“i’m not gonna charge you,” he agrees with a roll of his eyes. “this time.”
“how much are you gonna take?” you ask, peering over his shoulder as he slices the pan of sweets into bite size portions. you get the urge to lean your head on his shoulder as he does, but you’re not sure if that would be weird, so you’ll settle with standing close enough to feel his warmth along with the warmth of the brownies. “just one to start?”
“i’m not sure i did this right, so one could be too much or not enough. it’s better to be safe and start small,” he explains.
“god, look at the delinquent who brought drugs into my home being responsible,” you tease. “it’s cute.”
“i don’t think you’re supposed to call your dealer cute,” he counters.
“good thing you’re not just my dealer, then,” you quip back as you snatch a piece from the corner, the best piece of any brownie, illegal or not.
“wait,” he semi-shouts, grabbing your hand before you pop the piece into your mouth. “should we have a plan before we take them?”
“what do you mean, a plan?”
“like if something happens,” he explains, a nervous look in his eyes. “maybe i won’t try one, so i can keep an eye on you in case i made them wrong.”
“yoongi, we’ll be fine,” you assure him, picking up another piece and holding it out to him. “i won’t take it without you.”
“is this the peer pressure to do drugs that adults are always talking about?” he asks as he carefully takes the brownie from your hand. again, your hands brush, but this time yoongi just stays there, sort of cupping your hands in his even though you’ve already passed the contraband to him. you whisper his name, snapping him out of whatever thoughts were clouding his head, and he pulls his gaze up to your eyes, which have an excited glint in them that yoongi wants to see over and over again. he especially wants to be the reason for it, but he’ll settle for the simple pleasure of enjoying how it highlights the flecks of light that dance over your eyes. and now you’re noticing the way he’s staring at you, and it’s making your hands clam up, so you try to clear the air.
“so, do we cheers with these before we take them or what?” you joke, and you’re rewarded with a silent chuckle and the shaking of yoongi’s broad shoulders.
“i’m not sure, you’re the edible expert,” he replies. “we should just take them.”
“whatever you say, boss man.”
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taking the edible was easy enough. waiting for it to kick in was another story.
first of all, you and yoongi both have had butterfly fueled jitters around each other since the longing gaze you shared in the kitchen. that awkwardness was paired with the anxious jabbering of yoongi as he questioned every feeling, sight and sound, questioning if “this is what it feels like.”
second of all, jimin and taehyung somehow found out you had a whole pan of weed brownies and quickly made their way over, and they might have mentioned this to hoseok too. he’s bringing pizza though, so you’re not mad about that. you had planned on watching your favorite movie with yoongi tonight, so the more the merrier? and also pizza. you were looking forward to that more than having your home invaded by three extra boys.
on top of your house being invaded by boys, you’re starting to wonder what’s going on between you and yoongi all while your mind starts to slowly drift away with your ability to focus. right now you can only think about how yoongi is starting to lean into you more and more and also did he look that good when he first got here? he’s never wearing much more than pajamas of some sort, but today he looks a little more put together than usual. it’s not a drastic difference, he’s wearing adidas track pants paired with a baggy, black button up, so anyone else wouldn’t think much of this outfit choice. but...did he dress up for this? is he trying to impress you? meanwhile, you’re wearing pajama shorts and a t shirt that’s so old it’s basically a family heirloom.
having jimin and taehyung here keeps you distracted from the way yoongi keeps nervously running his hands over his thighs, and you definitely need a distraction from that. you started the movie a few minutes ago, but you swear you could just sit here watching yoongi and be just as entertained.
“you know that wasn’t in the original script?” yoongi asks, snapping you out of your thoughts with his little fun fact.
“yeah, i knew that,” you reply, noticing how close he is to you now. taehyung took up the other side of the couch with his big ass self, so you’re slightly squished up next to yoongi in the corner and his eyes keep flitting around, like he’s equally excited and nervous about your proximity. “i thought you said you hadn’t watched this before though.”
“i haven’t,” he responds with a shrug.
“then how did you know that?”
“...i read the imdb page before i got here.”
“nerd,” you tease, smiling at the thought that yoongi takes an interest in what you like. you’re about to share your own bit of trivia about the movie (because you could talk about it for hours) but hoseok banging on your door stops you.
“special delivery! yummy pizza!! give me weed!!!” hobi shouts from the other side of your door. you rush to your feet to answer it, hopefully to put a stop to his yelling before neighbors complain, but the edible is starting to hit and your knees suddenly feel like they’re made out of jello. you sway slightly and you feel yoongi’s hand on your back steadying you before you step around jimin on the floor to let hoseok in.
“you’re gonna get me evicted,” you warn hobi as you open the door, and he responds by kissing the top of your head. he makes his way to the kitchen and taehyung follows, leaving a loopy jimin and a pink-cheeked yoongi with you in the living room.
“hyung, are you good?” jimin asks yoongi, and he simply nods. “y/n, can you get me some pizza please?”
“go get it yourself, jimin.”
“you’re a terrible host,” he quips back, sitting up too quick. you can tell he’s feeling what you felt when you stood up, and jimin smiles. “hyung, the brownies were really good. can i have another?”
you and yoongi both say no at the same time, and jimin thinks it’s the funniest thing in the world. his giggle attracts tae’s attention as he comes out of the kitchen, several pieces of pizza stacked on one plate.
“what’s so funny?” he asks, handing you each a slice as he makes his way back to his spot on the couch. you take yours and sit back down, even closer to yoongi now because hobi has taken your spot on the couch. you’re practically in yoongi’s lap now, but you don’t mind.
“yeah, was it actually funny chim or are you just high?” hobi asks, a fleck of brownie on one side of his face and a piece of cheese on the other. why are boys so gross?
“i don’t know, but when yoongi and y/n answered together it just sounded like they’re an old married couple that spends so much time together they start to sound the same,” jimin explains.
“aren’t we all like that though?” you ask.
“eh, the two of you are getting worse,” taehyung replies. “you have been hanging out a lot lately.”
“that’s because y/n is my business partner now,” yoongi says calmly. business partners? is that all he thinks of you?
“do business partners talk about how kissable their partners lips are?” jimin asks, back to laying completely on the floor. there’s an awkward pause before he speaks again. “are you sure i can’t have another piece of brownie?”
“wait, who said the kissable thing?” hobi asks.
“yoongi hyung. he thinks y/n has nice lips.”
“and a nice ass,” taehyung adds.
“i hate you all,” yoongi grumbles from semi-underneath you.
“you know you can kiss me if you want,” you tell yoongi before thinking about it. yoongi looks at you with something in his eyes that you can’t read, and your heart skips a beat. you look away from him quickly, turning the sound on the tv up a little louder. “actually, forget i said that.”
“i will if i can have more brownies.”
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letting jimin have another piece was a mistake.
nothing bad happened, he just ended up falling asleep on your floor and now he’s asleep in your bed after a nice group effort of carrying him to your room. hoseok left after that, saying he needed to get home for mickey’s vet appointment in the morning. he took some of the brownies with him and he’s going to try to get namjoon to eat one to see if he’ll do a dramatic performance of a poem or something for a dumb bet between him and jin.
that leaves you, yoongi and taehyung. somehow there’s one less person on the couch now and yet you’re still smushed up next to yoongi, but you’re not complaining. it’s keeping you grounded, feeling him breathing next to you. otherwise you’d go back to thinking about his thighs in those track pants, and that isn’t good for anybody. it’s bothering yoongi though, if only because he’d rather be like this just the two of you, minus the nine foot giant next to him that found one of your newer vapes. it’s banana flavored, and yoongi finds himself wondering if your lips would taste like candy after smoking it.
“taehyung, can you stop blowing your smoke at me?” yoongi finally asks.
“sorry hyung, not many other places i can blow it,” he responds. “it’s a small apartment.”
“sorry about that,” you say, reaching for the vape in taehyung’s hand.
“not your fault, y/n,” he replies. “you could invest in a bigger couch though.”
“or you could sit on the floor,” yoongi offers.
“why hyung? i thought you’d like sitting so close to y/n,” taehyung smiles. “beside, you can just buy y/n a new couch when your very successful brownie business kicks off.”
“yeah, since i am just a business partner to you,” you mumble, exhaling the sweet smoke. it wisps around yoongi and he tries not to look annoyed, but you like messing with him. he looks cute when he’s flustered.
“or you could buy a bigger apartment when you move in together,” taehyung suggests before getting off the couch. “but i’ll solve the couch problem for you, for now. jimin is awake and he found some of y/n’s school pictures, so if you’ll excuse me.”
“i’m never inviting you over ever again!” you shout, loud enough for jimin to hear you in your room.
“y/n, you were really cute in high school!” jimin shouts back. taehyung shouts “i wanna see!” before he’s gone, leaving you alone with yoongi at last.
“i was really awkward in high school,” you say more to yourself than yoongi. “but whatever.”
“i’m sure you’ve always been cute,” yoongi responds after a beat of silence.
“i don’t think you’re supposed to call your ‘business partner’ cute.”
“oh come on, you know i didn’t mean it like that,” yoongi says with a smirk, silent confidence starting to creep out.
“i would like a new couch, though,” you tell him. you smile at each other and it’s quiet again for a beat before yoongi speaks.
“you haven’t moved away.”
“what?”
“taehyung got off the couch, there’s plenty of space now, but you haven’t moved,” he explains quietly.
“yeah because the space is on your side, you should be the one to move.”
“what if i don’t want to?” yoongi asks, a slight challenge in his voice. you stare at each other for a moment before you lean in. your lips barely meet before you pull away, but yoongi’s cupping your chin and pulling you back in for a real kiss before you can crack a joke. it’s slow at first, but then you get more comfortable with it and move your lips slightly, yoongi following your lead. you part your lips and he deepens it, the hand on your chin falling down to the back of your neck to keep you in place.
he was right, your lips do taste like candy. he could stay here like this forever, but eventually you have to breathe so you pull back and let your head fall down to the crook of his neck. you stay like that, catching your breath, and yoongi’s arms pull you closer to him to you’re fully seated on those damn thighs and he’s taking the discarded vape so he can have a taste, and he lets the smoke curl around you before he leans back in. now you get a chance to taste the sweetness on his lips, and you can’t believe you didn’t do this sooner. your arms are draped lazily over his shoulders, and you tap his back to signal that you’re pulling away again.
“for what it’s worth, i’ve always thought you had kissable lips,” you tell him. “but i have a better ass.”
“i’m not arguing with that,” yoongi replies with a smirk, cupping his hands around you as he moves so that you’re underneath him on the couch, lips tangled and the world forgotten.
damn, you really should’ve done this sooner.
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A/N: Decided to rewrite this one. Please enjoy.
Yoongi looked at your friends as he sneered at your prone form sprawled out on the ground, your fingers scrambling to find your glasses.
“Aw what’s the matter? The poor baby can't see?” He purred as he picked up your glasses and dangled them in front of your face before throwing them into the dumpster. “Have fun diving!” He cackles as he slides past your prone figure, cruelly stepping on your hand as he passes.
You could hear the snickers of his friends behind you. You watched as his best friend, Seokjin clapped Yoongi on the shoulder, and whispered, “Oi, I get the whole I hate “y/n” thing but seriously—that was a bit much don’t you think?”
Yoongi couldn’t believe what he was hearing, “She ratted us out! So I fixed it-and now she can’t see to snitch! And shouldn’t you be on my side? You’re in just as much trouble as I am!”
Seokjin could only look at Yoongi like he had a third head, “ Yeah I guess, but still...there is-” at Yoongi’s raised eyebrow he swallowed what he wanted to say, instead choosing to leave rather than to help Yoongi’s victim, “Hey I gotta go I’ll catch you later okay?”
Yoongi smiled and waved good-bye before walking away from the group. How could he possibly explain how much he hated Y/N? No one here knew the truth about your families-how he had to share a home with you, your family serving his. He had no respite from you. Yeah, Y/N deserved everything she got, he thought as he got into his car. Plus it's not like you wouldn’t rat him out when you got home about what happened. This time as he drove past you and saw you hunched in on yourself, he couldn’t help but feel a twinge of guilt as he saw you clutching your injured hand, staring resolute at the dumpster, knowing full well that you would go in after the glasses. After all, he knew how hard your mother worked to buy them for you, he knew how you worked 2 jobs and also kept track of your younger brothers. Deep down, he really hoped that maybe this time you would finally explode and tell everyone about all the horrid acts he committed against you.
Except that you never did tell on him.
In fact, you avoid Yoongi like the plague. After finally scrambling into the dumpster and reclaiming your glasses, you clambored back out, hand still screaming in pain. As you stand there wiping the garbage from the lenses and picking off random refuse from your clothes you honestly don’t think you can sink any lower than this. You swipe grimey hands at your cheeks as hot tears run down them, thankful that you are alone. And as you walk away you begin to make plans. You couldn’t keep doing this. And with renewed energy you begin walking home, not didn’t looking back choosing instead to forge ahead, putting one foot in front of another until finally you were in your mid=twenties, and had your own little place. You were happy with your life. But you should have known. All good things must come to an end eventually. You hadn’t thought about him in years, attending school, graduating, opening up a bakery with your best friend. Essentially you were hiding, but not really.
And then by some ill stroke of luck, he found you.
You awaken to the blaring of your alarm with a groan. Was it really 8 am? The flashing numbers of your clock inform you that it was in fact 8:59. Shit you were late. Cursing your snooze butten, you scrambled out of your bed and grabbed the cleanest clothes you could find off the floor and stumble as you attempt a whole new balancing act: pulling up your pants while holding a hot cup of coffee and a piece of toast dangling precariously from your teeth. As you run down the street towards the bus, slinging your backpack over your shoulder while you scramble to tuck your shirt in you promptly run into a solid wall and fall on your ass. Your hair is covering your face as you look up at what you had plowed into, an apology already leaving your mouth when you got to the face. “Um…hi, uh…sorry about that.”
“Y/N. From YHSN?”
“Yes?” you become wary, no one around here really knows you as you chose to keep to yourself…“Do I know you?”
The grin that spread across the man’s face could be described as nothing less than cruel and vicious. “Yeah, Y/N L/N right? I am here to inform you that you have 24 hours to vacate the premises. Good luck.” He stated before unceremoniously dropping an envelope onto your lap and turning on her heel to leave you in a stunned heap on the floor.
What the hell had just happened? Maybe you were still dreaming?
You were dazed for a moment as your brain tried to compute the absolute absurdity of what had just happened and then you were on your feet chasing the man, yelling at him to stop but he just kept on walking.
Finally catching up to the man, you grab her arm, “What the fuck man?” you yell, “this is illegal as hell! Thirty days is the minimum!” You shove the notice back at the man, hitting him in her (very solid) chest hard.
“Y/n, Y/n, I see you're still full of venom huh? It’s completely legal actually-you see I” he leaned forward, “own the building now. And to my delight, what do I learn? I find out that Y/N L/N happens to be a tenant! Guess how happy I was to finally find you again after all these years and then get to have you vacate your home.” he laughs as you gape at him like a fish.
“Min fucking Yoongi, I do not have time for your petty ass childish bullshit! ” you hers, voice laced with venom.
“Aw kitten you remembered! I am truly honored! But alas I cant stay and chit-chat, and well, neither can you. Tata chica!” With that he jerks her arm from your grasp, sending you back to the ground in shock for the second time that morning, before climbing into an expensive black car and driving away.
You scream curses to the sky, because after 8 peaceful years, the man you had spent so long running from and then finally forgetting, had found you. But of course, the sky only decides to rain. And as you trudge back home to call into work, (because seriously fuck this day) you can’t help but wonder how everything came to this moment. After a shower and change of clothes, you fall into your bed, allowing yourself one moment of respite before you begin to tackle this new problem, closing your eyes.
You were back there again, trapped both in a small body and the cave that haunts you as you watch helplessly at the rising water. Your tiny voice is raised, tinted with fear, “I told you we shouldn’t come here! My mama said-“
The boy next to you cut you off, “Crying ain’t gonna fix it, I will save us”
“You can't even swim,” You yell, unable to remain calm.
“I AM GONNA SAVE US!” the small boy shouted, “so don’t cry Y/N.” He gave you a small smile, one that made you feel slightly safer and he took hold of your hand. “Follow me and don’t let go no matter what.”
“Okay,” you say, for some reason feeling braver after placing your faith along with your hand into the boy’s hand. He said he would, so of course he would save both of you. After all, he was your best friend and you don’t pick losers.
It was a lot harder though, when all was said and done. Yes, the two of you made it out of the cave alive, but not without nearly drowning, and you had slipped and injured your ankle along the way. Luckily, you did make it out, and while the two of you spent a cold wet night huddled together on the beach, you were alive. In the morning, you were rescued further as the search teams found. And while your mother had you wrapped up in her warmth and was crying and thanking the people over and over that had saved you, the same welcoming was not happening to the young boy. You could hear screaming as a woman in a fine dress and her husband yelled at the boy, your tiny hero, before there was a loud smack. You watch as the boy falls, hand clenched to her face, tears streaming down her face as her mother continues to land hard blows upon her body until she is dragged away. You cried out for you friend and as the two of you met eyes, for the first time you saw hatred reflected back at you. That was the day Min Yoongi stopped being your friend and became your tormentor.
He followed you everywhere, taunting you, breaking your things, and ultimately breaking you. Your mother finally quit working for her house the day he’d thrown your glasses into the garbage and you had come home, broken glasses in hand, face streaked with tears and reeking of garbage -you had finally confessed what had happened, what all had been happening. You had moved away, your mom working several jobs and then as well as yourself working, then you working to pay your way through chef school and finally moving out into your own place. And all of it had just been destroyed because he found you.
You sigh looking up at your ceiling letting your anger consume you as you curse Min Yoongi to a lifetime of diarrhea. And an itchy butt. And you hoped her eyebrows fell out, just for good measure.
You look around your apartment one last time before closing the door with finality. this asshole, you think to yourself. “Just wait” you say as you look down at the address your brother had just texted you.
An hour later you stand before a gated house and ring the doorbell. And ring it. And ring it. And continue ringing it (after all it was nearly 6 am, and as you had learned that morning, if you want to ruin someone's day, do it first thing in the morning) until a sleepy figure stumbles outside and smacks your hand away. You take this opportunity to dart inside the gate and into the house carrying your things with you.
“What the hell do you think you're doing?” Yoongi yells at you from outside, beginning to stomp back to her front door. You could only grin as you take in the pajama bottoms and robe, while you stand there like a goddamn Amazonian queen, “You took my home. this is payback.” and then you dialed the police, “Yes? Officer? There’s a half naked man on my lawn, please send help! I’m so scared”
You couldn’t help the grin that covers your face as you smile at Yoongi, “Good luck asshole.” You say sweetly, before slamming the door in her face. Nothing had ever sounded so sweet as the sound of the lock turning over, followed a second later by desperate pounding at the door. And Yoongi could only pound on the door until the cops showed up and he explained that this was, in fact, her home, as well as that the intruder was actually you. The officers had asked him if he wanted you arrested and for once he let it go, telling them that you were having a lovers quarrel and apologizing that they had to come out over something so silly. As the cops pulled away, he went to the back of the house and slammed the sliding glass door open only to find the house seemingly empty. As he walked from room to room he couldn’t help but get angrier and angrier. But when he found you passed out on her bed, he paused, somehow her anger dissipating instantly. He stood there, looking at your sleeping body and wondered if you would ever know her real feelings for you. If he would ever be able to tell you. And the real question: could you forgive him? He knew it was asking a lot, but he could only hope. He sat and thought about how to express to you the things he needed to say. He wondered how exactly did one explain how guilty he felt about how he treated you, how he didn’t really understand why he went out of her way to make your life miserable back then…and then you had left him. How, when you left he realized just how broken he was inside. When he bought the building he couldn’t believe her luck when he saw your name as one of the tenants, but her old ways came back hard and for some ungodly childish reason he couldn’t control himself. That he should have been apologizing that morning and telling you how thankful he was that it had also brought you back to him. He guessed that it was far too late for him to ever have your forgiveness and he couldn’t help the smile that played on her mouth as he approached the bed. He reached out a hand to smooth back some hair that covered your face when you wherpered, “Yoongi...” he stilled, “…I’m sorry” you mumbled. What could you possibly be sorry for? He couldn’t help it, but it made him angry that you would apologize to him after everything he’d done and especially while in such a vulnerable state that the next thing he knew he was grabbing the blanket and ripping it away from your curled form. It’s momentum sends you over the edge of the bed to land in a heap on the floor. You sit up cursing her very existence,
“What the hell Y/N?!” He yells right back, while you could only manage to stare up at him from where you sat on the floor. But this time you weren’t having any of her bullshit. You jump up and get in her face “ What the hell? What do YOU mean what the hell? Who the hell buys a building solely to evict one person?! Are you that rich? Do you hate me that much?”
Yoongi yelled back, “Hell yeah I do!“
"You have issues, Min Yoongi! I did nothing to you except be born! Do you know how hard I worked to forget what you did to me? And you come just back,” you pause, swallowing thickly, you would not cry. Not here. Not now, “But not anymore! I won't let you break me again Yoongi. I am worth so much more than that!”
Exhausted, you move to push around him but he grabs your wrists instead and pins you against the wall.
“Let me go you asshole!” you yell at him fighting back for once in your life, all while trying to hide your face and the tears that were no longer just threatening to spill over. “Can't you just hate me from a distance? I’m sorry your mom was a horrid cunt to you! I’m sorry, okay! But please, just let me go! Leave me alone” And then her hands were gone, and you were free. You couldn’t help it, you looked up and stared him in the eyes, for once determined to make him see how he wrecked you.
Yoongi could only stare at you, watching as the tears fell, tears once again caused by him, and then he heard the five words that ripped open her wounds, words he knew he deserved, said in a voice so broken he didn’t know where he should start to even attempt to repair it.
“I hate you Min Yoongi.“
He couldn’t stand it, he knew he deserved them but he just couldn’t stand there and just accept them. Accepting those words would be like giving up, and giving up probably the only pure thing he still had in her life. Had. And so he moved, not thinking about consequences, only a desire to cleanse those words from the air around him. He grabs you again, pushing you against the wall, capturing your face in one hand, forcing you to meet her eyes, while he brushes your hair away with the other, "Good. Never forget it.”
And then he crashes her mouth against yours.
You didn’t know how what was happening was happening and some stupid part of you was excited to have him pressed against you, mouth was moving against yours and then you were responding and for some reason it felt so good–like coming home. It was like your body suddenly was against everything you wanted-you found yourself wrapping your arms around her neck and pulling him closer, deepening the kiss, a giggle bubbling up when you nipped at her lip and he groaned. and then you both were tearing at each other's clothes in desperation. And then the world stops making sense. You and Min Yoongi, enemy of the state #1 were having sex. And it was good. It felt so right, like you two had been made to fit each other only. When it was over he lay behind you, placing gentle kisses along your neck and down your collar bone. The last thing you remember before falling asleep in your enemy’s arms was Yoongi gently wherpering a muffled “I’m sorry” into your ear over and over.
When you wake, you are surprised to find an arm wrapped around your waist and you freeze as the memories of the night before come rushing back and you begin to mentally beat yourself up as you carefully slide out of the bed and grab your clothes, making a mad dash out of the house, dressing yourself along the way.
No way had you slept with Yoongi and enjoyed it. You were an idiot of the highest order. You slept with the man who wanted you homeless because he hated you.
You let out a deep sigh as you did a very new special walk of shame to your job, where your boss, Mandi greeted you by yelling, “Oi ! What cat pissed in your cheerios?”
Causing the other workers to laugh until you pinned them with your patented Crazy-eye ™, at which point they scurried away except for that moron Seokjin who slung his arm around your shoulders jovially, “So why is my favorite girl doing the walk of shame?”
You glare and shrug his arm off, “None of your business.”
“Dude its obs-you’re like a whole 4 hours late-and you are never late. So what happened? Anyone I know?”
“You’ll just call me an idiot if I tell you.”
“I swear on cake I won't.”
You raise an eyebrow before saying a name you never thought you’d say just to see him eat his words. “Min Yoongi.”
“Shut the front door! You’re an idiot”
“The cake is ashamed of you and asks that you keep your distance.” You say as you move to the back rooms to put away your belongings.
Not giving up, Seokjin follows you, even going so far as to hand you your apron, “Seriously? Didn’t he like-”
“Terrorize me to the point of moving? Then find me years later and evict me? Yep.”
“Wow.”
“Yeah.”
“You okay?” Seokjin asked worriedly, For the shit talking between the two of you, you smile to know he does really care.
“I have to be.”
“Did you at least use a condom?” He asks.
“Oh my god.”
“You really are an idiot. But don’t worry…you know I’ve got your back right? Well, we’ve got your back.”
You could only stare at Seokjin as your mind whirls through the consequences of last night, “It should be fine right?” you ask.
“Sure, cupcake. Keep telling yourself that”
There is a ding from the door and you see your brother Jungkook shuffles in with your other brother Namjoon, and giving Seokjin a look that clearly says
“Keep your mouth shut if you want to live” you take a deep breath and head behind the counter to wash your hands, greeting them as you go.
“COFFEE. COFFEE NOW.” Namjoon grunts demandingly, taking a seat and burying her head in her hands, while Jungkook adds a half-hearted “Please…and a raspberry jelly for me.”
“Rough night?” You ask as you pour the two men coffee and grab Jungkook her donut and slide it in front of them.
Jungkook grins, “Nah, Joon thought he could out drink me. He thought wrong.”
“Shhhhhhhhh!! You’re so loud,” hersed Namjoon, shoving a hand at Jungkook’s face and missing entirely.
You grin and speak extra loud, “Shouldn’t you know by now to let the kids drink and you go home and sleep?”
Namjoon just glares at you, “I have a gun.”
“I aint scared of you.”
The shop bursts into laughter as Namjoon buries her head in her arms on the counter, “Why do you hate me so much?” He whines.
“Mom likes you more, and I’m a petty bitch.”
Jungkook grins, “But she likes me most!”
Both you and Namjoon glare at him, “Shut up!”
Yoongi wakes up to an empty bed and he frowns, crawling out of bed and pulling on her boxers. He wanders around the house looking for you, hoping that you haven't run away and when he can’t find you, her heart sinks. Was he that awful that you would still run away from him even after what you had shared? And worse, what if he had gone too far this time?
He makes her way back to her room and grabs her phone, calling her secretary.
“Yo.” Answered Hoseok.
“Really that’s how you answer the phone? You do know that I am your boss right?”
“Debatable today.”
Yoongi rolls her eyes, “Anyways, I need you to find someone…”
“Well you know Imma need a little more…”
“Y/N. You remember her right?”
“You mean the girl you tortured in school because you didn’t have the balls to tell her how you lurrrrrrrved her.”
“I see you wish to die today.”
“No, not today. So you wish for me to find your wayward love?”
“Yeah.”
“Mandi’s shop.” Hoseok cheerfully replied, as if this should be common knowledge.
“Oh yeah, great idea bring me some coffee please?”
“No, you idiot, Y/N works there. She is actually her partner” Hosoek irritatingly says matter of factly.
“The hell?! Why do you know this but I don’t?”
“Dude, seriously? You do know they were friends growing up and just because you made her run away by being a complete ass doesn’t mean they stopped being friends.”
“My best friend and my sister have been lying to me.”
“It’s not lying when you never asked. But Yoongi…you should let her go. It’s been a long time and I know you had feelings but with how you treated her–“
"She was here.” Yoongi grunted, running a hand over her face as he stood in her closet trying to think of what to wear. What says “I come in peace”? Maybe he could get Hoseok to dress up as Spock and talk to Y/N before he does.
“What? And you’re alive?”
“Yeah. We…um…she was gone this morning,” Yoongi sits down on her bed, running a hand through her hair.
"Oh…” and as realization hits, Hoseok intones sagely,” ...oh my god you’re fucking moron.”
“You know I can fire you.”
“Please bitch, I know all your deepest darkest secrets you ain’t gonna fire me.”
“Just…shit…what should I do?” Yoongi asks, finally letting go of her big bad boss act.
“Dude, I don’t know. You slept with her…maybe you should just…”
“I um…fucked up more than that…” He thinks about how you had felt, how he had felt...how absolutely perfect it had been for just one night, A flicker of fear strums through her heart at the thought that this was not salvageable at all.
“No. no way. Our friendship is over.” Hoseok cracks from the other side of the phone.
“Just help me okay?”
There was a long pause before he heard a heavy sigh, “Fine, but no games. She has a good thing going on and you-”
“I swear it's different this time!” Yoongi pleads.
“Whatever. I should warn you though.”
“Warn me about what?”
“Her brothers.”
“Namjoon and Jungkook? We were old friends, what about them?”
“You were old friends until they found out how you treated her. And bonus points-they are both cops now. Partners even, so you should probably pray for your soul.”
With a groan, Yoongi finally gets up and begins to get dressed putting Hoseok on speakerphone. “I’m so dead.”
“Yep,” affirms Hoseok, “So does that mean I can have your stuff?”
Rolling her eyes and thinking he really needs a new assistant, Yoongi growls out“See you at the office.” only to hear Hoseok laughing before he hangs up the phone.
Yoongi finishes getting dressed, and running a hand over her face as he contemplates this new information. You’d been right under her nose the entire time and everyone had kept it a secret. He guessed he deserved it though, he was a complete and utter ass to you. He also guesses it’s time to make it up to you and hopefully, you would forgive him and let him into your heart, where he belonged. After all, you’d always been in his.
2 months later
Yoongi stands outside her (former) sister’s shop watching as you serve your customers, and realizes sadly that it was the first time in a long time that he’d really ever seen you smile. He wanted that smile for himself and himself alone, but he wasn’t sure how to get it. When he had remodeled your former apartment, expanding it through the two vacant units on either side of you, you just got mad at him for evicting you, when he was just redoing the apartment and you claimed it was far too large for you by yourself now. But that was the point wasn't it? He was hoping that somehow you would just...come back to him on your own and he wouldn’t really have to put any work in. Yoongi realizes then that he is an absolute dumbass.
After all, nothing he’d done so far had managed to make you smile at him or hell just give him the time of day and he was beyond frustrated. Couldn’t you see how hard he was trying for you?
Mandi pokes her head out of the shop interrupting his train of thought,
“What the hell are you doing here?” she snaps at him.
“Wow, do you greet all your customers like this?”
“Yoongi. Listen. Whatever it this is about now isn’t–”
Realization hits for the second time that morning, “Were you ever going to tell me?”
Mandi pauses, looking him up and down, “There’s nothing to tell if you already know.”
He could almost feel the metaphorical walls slamming down around him as Mandi went on guard. “Mandi!”
“No. Not about ther.”
“I’ve known for almost a month.”
“Then you should go know somewhere else.” Mandi stepped outside, becoming a most effective blockade. If someone was to ever wage war against his sister, his money, hell, his entire fortune would be on Mandi.
“Listen, you’re my brother and I love you and I know you know what you did wrong, and really it's sweet you want to make amends but …Yoongi, sometimes things…”
“I slept with her.”
“Do you want a trophy?” Mandi snapped, her fists clenched, before she shook her head, “you have five seconds or I’m opening ther door and I’m calling her brothers out here.”
“We didn’t use protection.”
“Well then I guess today you die you little fucking weasel.”
“I love her.”
That’s when he remembered his sister’s left hook and then the lights went out.
Mandi stomps into the store grabbing you by the arm and dragging you upstairs ignoring your protests, shoving you into the bedroom and giving you a look reserved for her son’s Taehyung and Jimin when they are acting up. “Stay.”
Mandi goes back downstairs and motions Namjoon and Kookie over, “Listen, I know you hate Min Yoongi with like the passion of 7 fiery suns but I need you to hold that rage in and help me get his ass inside.”
Namjoon was already up and out the door at the sound of Min Yoongi’s name, and seconds later was dragging a barely conscious Yoongi in by the collar. While Kookie held open the door, Namjoon made sure Yoongi purposely whacked his head on the door frame and when Mandi winced he gave her a look that clearly said “sorry not sorry” before dropping Yoongi on the shop floor like the sorry sack of shit he thought he was.
“I’m sorry folks,” Mandi announces, “due to my crazy family, the shop will be closing early.”
The patrons all scrambled out of the shop while Jungkook handcuffed Yoongi to a chair and dumped a cup of ice water on him.
Yoongi jerked back, fully awake now and met by 3 pairs of eyes. 3 very angry pairs of eyes. He shook his head and tried to move but found himself handcuffed to the chair and he gives Mandi a look that says “Really?”
“Kook uncuff him. Seriously. And you and Joon leave.”
“No.”
“Did I stutter?”
“Okay, but we get dibs if you decide to kill him.” Jungkook, grumbles as he undoes the handcuffs.
“I’m not going to kill him. Today.”
“Fine.”
Jungkook finishes unlocking the cuffs and Yoongi immediately rubs at his wrists and watches warily as Jungkook and Namjoon leaves the shop, rolling his eyes when Jungkook gives him the international sign for “I’m watching you” while Joon drew his thumb across his neck. They were dramatic as fuck, but then again he might just be dramatically fucked.
Mandi pulls up a chair and sits across from Yoongi and stares at him for several long moments until Yoongi breaks the silence, “Just say it.”
“Why?”
“It just happened like that.”
“Bullshit.”
Yoongi sighed, “I’ve grown up since then. I no longer want to pull her hair.”
“Clearly. And you didn’t just pull her hair, you did a lot worse.”
“Shouldn’t you be on my side?”
“I am fucking Switzerland.”
Yoongi couldn’t help the anger that swelled up and choked him, “Clearly not. You knew where she was all these years and you never said anything. This is why you never let me come to the shop then? You knew I was looking for her, that I wanted-”
“Of course,” interrupted Mandi.
“Why?”
“Because you are an idiot who doesn’t know how to communicate. Look at what happened--when you did find her, your first action was to take her home. Who fucking does that shit?”
“You’re right, I was. I was cruel and spiteful. Keyword: was.”
“Bullshit. Taking away her home wasn’t because you were being spiteful. You wanted what she had. That’s called envy. She left because she wanted to live, and the only way she could was to leave. You made it like this. I almost lost my friend. So of course I kept it a secret.” Mandi sighed, rubbing her hand over her face. “Look I know. I know what y
our mom and dad did. How they treated us. We were mere points on a checklist of creating a picture perfect family. But you had no right-”
“I was stupid. You think I don’t know? That I don’t regret it? I love her. I always have.”
“Actions-”
“Speak louder than words I know. I’m trying to fix that now!”
Mandi closes her eyes, debating her next few words "Can I trust you? That’s the-“ ”
“Yes. I swear I'll spend my life…”
“Doing what?” You interrupt, “Sorry, since you seem to be discussing me I couldn’t stay put,” you say to Mandi. “Yoongi I don’t want your money and if you are worried because we didn’t…,” you swallow before continuing with a brave face, “....I’ll be fine. but you really have to stop sending me presents. I don’t want them. Can’t you just stay…”
“Y/N I’m sorry. I was an ass.”
“Still an ass.” Mandi interrupts, “Look, you two clearly need to talk this out so I’m out. Come on Seokjin, let’s go see a movie.”
With that Seokjin and Mandi beat a hasty retreat leaving the two of you alone.
“Your jaw is swelling.” You say after noticing the blossoming bruise that marred his handsome face. Handsome? What the hell were you even thinking?
“Mandi hit me.”
“Why?”
“I told her what happened. She’s very protective of you.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Y/N…that night…I shouldn’t have that.”
“I let you. It wasn’t just you alone.”
“Please, just listen. I’m sorry. For everything. And I’m sorry for not saying that when we met again. It's just…”
“It's just..what?” You questioned, meeting his eyes.
“I don’t know. When I look at you I want you. You are so good and pure and you deserve the world. I wanted you to myself but I was scared…”
“Scared of?”
“You.”
“Me?” You scoff at the idea of anyone being afraid of you.
“Yeah,” Yoongi stood and walked over to you. “You had everything even though you had nothing. Brothers who worshiped you, a mother who did everything for you…what if I ruined that? What if my mother-”
“How would you ruin that?” You ask, finding patience from who knows where.
“I was messed up…and the older I got the worse…things got worse. You saw, you can’t pretend you didn’t. I took out my suffering on you because nothing good could possibly exist and you were just hiding your real nature. But you never retaliated. You kept reaching out to me over and over again. ”
“But I did retaliate.”
“By locking me out of my house after I took yours? Not really. I mean…I deserve far worse,” chucked Yoongi. He wanted so badly to touch you, to pull you into his arms and just...feel you.
You stare at Yoongi. This broken version of Yoongi with tears in his eyes. Could you trust him? You wanted to give him a chance.
“Let’s….go on a date.”
Yoongi’s eyes widened, “What?”
“You like me right?”
“Well–I mean–I did when I was—I do”
“Take me on a date, final offer going in one–two..”
“Fine! I’ll take you on a damn date,” Yoongi smiles.
“No fancy shit tho. $100 limit.”
“I’ll take you on the best damn date of your life!”
“Good.”
Yoongi didn’t know why he was being snippy now, but as he left the shop he couldn’t help but do a little cheer when he got into his car. Hoseok rolled his eyes and politely ignored him.
Yoongi stood at the door of your apartment, and for the first time in his life he hesitated, hand poised to ring the doorbell, and then you swung open the door and suddenly the world stopped. You looked amazing. Your hair was curled, makeup accenting your eyes perfectly, wearing black skinny slacks, a hound’s-tooth patterned sweater over a white button down and pink heels. He took in the perfection that was you and thought, “She was made for me.”
And the fear was gone as he smiled at you and he took your hand, interlacing his fingers with yours, “Are you ready to go?”
“Yeah let me grab my purse,” you say as you try to let go of his hand to grab the bag on the chair beside your front door but he wouldn’t let go. You couldn’t help the blush that blossomed over your cheeks as he stepped inside and grabbed the bag for you and waited for you to lock up so you both could leave.
He pulled you along, never letting go, until he reached his car and opened the door. It was only enough time for him to run around and get the car moving before he was locking fingers with you again.
“What’s up with you?” You smirk.
“Just…making up for lost time.”
“What?”
“I just…I should have been doing this for years now.”
You couldn’t help but roll your eyes, “So…are you always this cheesy?”
Yoongi’s eyes went wide, “I mean…I’m not…no…,” Yoongi stuttered and then stopped, “I guess I am cheesy it's just…I can tell you I’m sorry but…”
“Actions speak louder than words?”
“I see you have met my sister,” he joked softly, “And we’re here.”
“A movie? Really?”
“I always had wished to take you…”
Yoongi’s eyes stared into yours, “Yoongi…” you say timidly.
“Yeah?”
“I’m not her anymore you know? I grew up…you grew up…let’s leave it behind us and start fresh yeah?”
“What do you mean?”
You stick your hand out, “Hi, my name is Y/N. It’s nice to meet you.”
Yoongi stared at you you’d suddenly sprouted a third eye on your nose before awkwardly taking your hand and shaking it, “Min Yoongi…the pleasure is all mine.”
You can’t help but laugh at his stunned expression, not knowing he was just in shock from receiving your smile. To him, your smile in that moment could have powered a thousand suns.
Yoongi was quiet but still took your hand and you entered the theater with a smile on your face, happy that things were getting better, that you could almost believe you had your first love back.
2 hours later.
“Yoongi, why are you pouting?” You ask as you take his hand.
“Look no matter how I look at it, it's just not fair.”
“What’s not?”
“Mandi. Seokjin. They have spent years with you…years that should have been with me.”
“I thought we were moving forward.”
“But.”
You sighed. “Look. You want to know the truth?”
Yoongi stopped and stared at you, “yes.”
“Okay then.” You face him, “You crushed me in every way possible. You were my world. I followed you everywhere. I trusted you, and you were always there and then you weren’t. The night we got stuck in the cave I gave you my faith—but it also is and was the moment I gave my whole heart to you, willingly, without any doubt. And the next day when we were found…you stomped on it. And you continued to stomp on it. I cried so many tears everyday because I hoped that one day my hero would come back. But he never did. He became a villain.” You couldn’t help the tears that fell down your cheeks, “And even through all that I still…” you sighed. “I can't do this Yoongi. I can't. I’m sorry, I was wrong to try.” You turned on your heel and ran away, ignoring him yelling after you, you just ran until you couldn’t hear him anymore.
And then you found the alcohol.
You sat at the outside bar drinking as you thought about the past two months. All the things you had done with Yoongi , and how disgusted you were with yourself for letting your old feelings come back so easily. You knew it wasn’t the right choice, but it was the one you wanted. You had decided to drown yourself in alcohol, and you were on your third bottle when the object of your conflicting emotions, sat down across from you.
“Y/N.”
“Mmm?”
“What are you doing?”
“Drinking!” Your giggle turns to a frown when you hear the heavy sigh come across from you, “Are you judging me? It’s not nice to judge you know! “
“Why are you drinking Y/N?”
“Because,” you leaned forward, whispering conspiratively, “I’ve been bad.”
“Bad? How so?”
You sigh dreamily, a wistful smile playing upon your lips, “There’s this guy…”
“There always is.”
“Shhh! This is my story!” You shout.
“Sorry.”
“Where was I?”
“Something about a guy…”
“SHHHHHH! So rude interrupting me! Anyways…I’m supposed to hate him but…” you thump your chest hard as tears prick your eyes, “But…”
“But what?”
“I can't…I remember him before…and the him that I remember…he’s still there…and all the warning alarms are going off and I’m so scared to love him but I…I think…”
“You think?”
You lay your head on the table, mumbling, “Think it’s too late…think I love him. Think it has always been too late for me. Even after all the bullshit…you see…he’s still here” You thump your chest hard and sigh as you feel the tears slide down your cheek to land on the table, “ I love him and I don’t want to…I didn’t mean too…”
“Mean to what?”
“To love him, but…”
“You do.”
“Yeah” you whisper softly.
“Yoongi…” you can feel the man smile, you don’t know how you know but you do, “why do I have to love you?”
“You love me?” He asks, the hope wrapped in fear in his voice twisting your heart even more than all the past crap that had happened. You wanted to let it go. You wanted to love him. You can only nod your head as your eyes slide close, and you struggle against the darkness when you hear him whisper, “I love you too Y/N…I’m just scared…I’m not good enough…I was such an ass…and I know you said to let it go…but God Y/N…I should have treated you like a princess…because the truth is…”
Those words cause you to sit up, eyes squinting hard as you try to make out his face, “Yoongi?”
“Yeah?”
You lean forward and his face comes into focus, a smile spreads on your face and you lean forward to press your lips to his, softly at first, and then he responds, a hand sliding up your arm to cup your neck as you express to him what you can’t say in words. This was so much better than petty arguments and revenge pranks.
You pull away, breathing heavy as you rest your forehead against his, “Yoongi,” you whimper, keeping your eyes firmly on the buttons of his shirt, scared to look up, scared to see the fear in his eyes. Does he not know? “Can I…can I be yours?“ You ask in a voice so quiet it is almost lost in the noise of the world that surrounds you.
"Can you forgive me?” The pain in his voice was sharp. “I forgive you.” You whisper into his mouth as you make promises with your lips.
He pulls away for a moment, and you lock eyes finally. “Then believe me when I say, I was always yours, and you were always mine.”
“I was?”
The amount of disbelief in your voice causes Yoongi to tear up as he pulls you into his arms, “Kitten?”
“Yeah,” you say as you rest your head into the crook of his neck, breathing in his scent.
This time it was his turn to ask, “Am I yours?”
“You always were Yoongi. I was just waiting for you to remember where home was.”
Yoongi places the softest of kisses on each of your eyelids, and then he kisses away your tears and finally his mouth was on yours, and the kiss was full of yearning. “Y/N.”
“Yes?” You ask, sad he had pulled away.
“Don’t leave me again…I love you too.”
“Okay.”
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Codename Cupid: Chapter 14
Previous: Justifying Jimin
Pairing: Kim Taehyung X OFC
Genre: Angst, Secret AgentAU, AgentAU, Government Agent AU
Rating: PG17
Word Count: 2.6K
Warnings: Swearing, Mentions of Non-Consensual Sex, Mentions of Rape, Rape Aftermath, Rape Recover, Rape Culture
Summary: Codename V and Codename Cupid begin their courtship, which ends rather quickly when Cupid crosses a line.
TRIGGER WARNING: There is conversation regarding rape in this chapter. It does not glamorize, but does give modest details.
PLEASE SKIP IF YOU DO NOT WANT TO READ
Codename: Love Reimagined
Fall, One Year Post Grad
Lee Euna met Kim Taehyung on a Wednesday. Both were attending a gallery opening, Taehyung as a friend of the artist, Euna as an investor. He knew the minute she walked into the gallery, the way her pearls glistened in the carefully planned lighting, her midnight locks curled to delicate tendrils cascading down her back. There were many adjectives to describe Lee Euna, and as a woman nearing the top of the largest company in the world, the one that was most often negated was beautiful. Lee Euna, a stunner, a total package, brilliant, kind, gorgeous. Taehyung could understand the draw to her, her demeanor was congenial, but her eyes were daring. They spoke when her lips didn’t, they saw what others tried to hide, they observed and recorded so that she could strike. To an untrained eye, in combination with the way tabloids depicted her, Euna wasn’t a threat.
But Taehyung knew different.
Armed with the knowledge of her last two relationships, Taehyung approached confidently.
“The use of yellow is a fascinating commentary, don’t you think?” Taehyung asked.
“Mm, I’m more intrigued by the abject use of black as negative space, particularly as it moves throughout the series, blurring ever so slightly with each piece,” Euna told him, eyes trained on the image in front of them.
“Until you get to the end, completely white,” Taehyung finished.
“You know the artist?” She asked him.
“I do, and you?” He smiled brightly at her.
“Let’s just say I have a piece in mind,” She smirked gently.
“I’m Taehyung,”
“Euna,”
“It’s nice to meet you. May I walk with you to the next piece?” Taehyung asked, a gently smile dancing across his lips, the anticipation of understanding Cupid further, of getting to see the sides of her Codename Suga and Mr. Handsome, got to see. It was always exciting, he thought, getting to know a new mark, exploring the dynamics, flirting with the soon to be blurred lines. Ever the extrovert, he thrived when he was taken off surveillance and placed in the field, even when he ran missions on the ground, following marks, urging them in certain directions or to locations, the threat of being caught was high, and he loved it. Standing next to Cupid, waiting patiently for her response, he felt that first inkling of danger, of mystique, of upholding the narrative Namjoon had constructed for him.
“That would be lovely,” Cupid smiled before turning to walk towards the next piece.
~~~~~
Taehyung courted Cupid for the next few weeks, before she took him to dinner and into her bed. From there, it was a blur of museum openings, concerts, gala’s and drinks with friends. From the jump, Cupid was 100% in. She was immediately falling for Taehyung, making plans for their future, and bulldozing boundaries like traffic cones in drivers ed. Tired of being hurt, jaded from heartbreak, Cupid was already swimming in the deep end while he tiptoed in. Getting him to her side, though, proved difficult and frustrating. Taehyung tried to resist, to persistently put up new and more transparent boundaries, but they always seemed like a suggestion to Cupid. He allowed it to go on for a few months, until it became alarmingly clear that this was not acceptable, and she was going to move forward without asking him if it was okay.
Taehyung scheduled a meeting with Namjoon, in the privacy of his fully walled office, and sulked in. The nerves at an all-time high, the panic he felt, the sickness in his stomach, the low taste of bile in his throat, loomed large over him.
“Something’s not right,” Taehyung said to Namjoon. He sat opposite his brother on the couch Namjoon kept in his office for late night missions, or nights when he didn’t want to drive home.
“Meaning?” Namjoon asked, confusion laced in his bespectacled eyes.
“I think it’s getting out of hand,” Taehyung sat with his hands in his lap, eyes downcast as the tears began to fall. He’d shown minimal distress throughout their team meetings but was spending less and less free time in the office. A sign, that both Yoongi and Seokjin took to mean he was with Cupid, though transcripts weren’t showing up.
Gently placing a hand on his forearm, Namjoon asked, “Tae, what’s wrong?”
“I can’t do this, with Cupid,” He whispered.
“What’s happened?” Namjoon asked, unsure where this was going.
“She, she’s trying to get pregnant, Yoongi was right, she’s obsessed with it,” Taehyung inhaled slowly, rickety breaths leaving his quivering lips.
“By you?” Namjoon was confused, it hadn’t been long enough for her to start making these claims, they’d only been seeing each other for a handful of months. Was she deviating from the pattern?
“Yes,” Taehyung let out the sob he’d been trying and failing to hold. Namjoon had seen the man cry, in their years together, he’d seen everyone cry. They’d lost a mark, years ago, and Taehyung had just been a trainee. The man, in touch with his emotions and often lost in thought, took his job seriously, and worked diligently to do his best at all times. This, whatever was happening between Cupid and him, was abnormal.
“Taehyung, what is she doing?” Namjoon’s voice was measured, gentle in tone and volume, deep resonance embracing Taehyung in support, in love, in familiarity, in understanding.
“She’s scraping out condoms, not letting me pull out, and I’ve torn condoms before because there’s holes in them. Holes, Joon, I’ve found them in the wrapper!” Taehyung was shaking, tears still streaming from his emotive eyes.
“Does she think you don’t know?”
“I don’t know. She doesn’t care or she thinks I don’t care, or -
“Is this nonconsensual?” Namjoon asked.
A simple question, a measurement of balance of power, of two adults mutually agreeing on a set activity, of a designated maneuver, of an act, together, one not moving forward without the other, in tandem. Do you consent to this, or do you not?
“Absolutely not. She has never asked, nor have I given any form of consent. I have actively tried to stop her, I have actively tried to not engage with her, I have said no and stop. She doesn’t.” The sobs return, shaking his entire body.
Namjoon wrapped an arm around Taehyung and pulled him into his side. Taehyung didn’t need to look at Namjoon to know how incensed he was, how furious he was, how heartbroken and disgusted and devastated, he was. He felt it in the bear like hold he had over him, he heard it in his voice as he spoke again.
“Your mission with Cupid is terminated immediately, get your phone, you will end your relationship right here and now.”
“Will that ruin the plan?” Taehyung whispered.
“What’s the number one rule?” Namjoon countered.
“Our safety, and our emotional and physical health are more important than a mark or mission,” Taehyung didn’t need to think, it was written on his heart, he’d just hoped he’d never have to evoke it.
“Exactly. Do you want to use your time off? I suggest you do, take a few days. Do you need to go back to your therapist, Dr. Aarons?” Namjoon rattled off the necessary measures Taehyung could take, knowing he would force him to rest and ease back into work.
Nodding solemnly, Taehyung’s voice was a whisper. “Yeah, that might be a good place to start. I’m sorry,”
“Sorry for what?” Namjoon shook his head, confusion in his tone.
“For, I don’t know, disappointing the team.” Taehyung glanced up at Joon for the first time.
“Taehyung, when have you ever disappointed the team?” Namjoon’s question was rhetorical. “You are risking yourself for a mission and it’s not worth it. She’s engaging in dangerous, illegal, immoral behavior. You have to look out for your personhood. I am so sorry that she has done this, and that you feel like you need to apologize to me at all. You are not at fault. I am only disappointed that when I noticed you pulling away, I didn’t seek you out to ensure you were okay. I am sorry for not doing my part as your leader.”
Taehyung held Namjoon as they let the words float between them, Taehyung breathing them in as Namjoon’s softened gaze continued to hold him.
“Thank you,” Taehyung whispered.
“Do you want me to accompany you and Golden Maknae when you break up with her?” Namjoon stood up, stretching before sitting down at his desk.
“Can’t I just ghost her?” Taehyung was surprised by the suggestion of doing this in person.
Namjoon looked at him, realizing the suggestion he’d made. “Aren’t you past that point in your relationship?”
“I don’t know, it’s only been four months?” Taehyung stood.
“Four months and she already wants to procreate?” Namjoon was stunned again, nothing about Cupid predicted this. It wasn’t a pattern of behavior, but a hint at one, nothing had come to fruition and he wasn’t going to put another man on Cupid detail ever again.
“You’ve seen my jaw,” Taehyung smirks.
“Text her, don’t call, we know how that went for Yoongi,”
“Can I do it in here?” He asks.
“Conference room? I need to brief the team,”
“Okay,”
“You don’t have to stay. Once you break up with her, you can go home, Tae. You don’t need to stay for this at all, you aren’t required to,” Namjoon stood from his desk and guided Taehyung out of his office to the conference room.
“I’ll stay,” Tae nodded, using the sleeve of his cardigan to blot his tears.
“You do not to explain to them what happened,” Namjoon informed him.
“I know,” Tae nodded again.
“What’s up?” Hoseok asked sitting down at the conference table. He’d yet to finish his project, recreating a few false documents for Jimin.
“Yeah, we’re having a full meeting at 3PM? Isn’t it almost quitting time?” Yoongi wondered as he twirled in his chair.
“One step closer to Friday,” Seokjin reminded him.
“We have an update on Codename, Hoseok, what did you name V’s mission?” Namjoon said, stuffing his hands in his suit pants.
“Love Reimagined,” Answered Hoseok.
“One of your shorter titles,” Yoongi quipped.
“What was Yoongi’s?” Jimin asked.
“Codename: Another Shot at Love,” Hoseok was proud of himself, beyond proud. He took great care to name each mission or task, ensuring it was fitting and catchy. He was waiting for their final mission on this case, a chance to reference one of his favorite Netflix Originals.
“And Jimin’s?” Yoongi added.
“The ongoing, Codename: The Mochi of it All,” Hoseok beamed.
"What was mine?" Seokjin wondered.
"Codename: The First Heartbreak," Hoseok couldn't stop smiling.
“Why must you take the time to give such long names?” Seokjin laughed.
“It’s part of my flair,” Hoseok giggled.
“Alright, Codename: Love Reimagined is hereby closed, finished, completed.” Namjoon said redirecting the men. They all turned to face him, confusion and shock on their faces. This wasn’t the plan.
“Really?” Hoseok asked.
“Why?” Yoongi followed.
“How come?” Seokjin rounded out the men.
“It’s cancelled,” Namjoon’s voice was firm, a means to end the conversation.
“Taehyung, are you okay?” Jimin asked. The two men shared an apartment, and Jimin had noticed on more than one occasion Taehyung retreating into himself. He felt it too, the absence of his best friend, his partner in work and in friendship, no longer wanting to spend time together like they always did. He hadn’t checked in as much as he wanted, his own mission filling his time as the relationship progressed consistently. Jimin spent time twirling his engagement ring on his finger, embarrassed by how much he liked the medal on his skin, the small encrusted diamonds twinkling in the light.
“No, I’m not okay,” Taehyung could always meet Jimin’s gaze, his hurt brown irises inked with tears told Jimin it was far worse than he realized.
“You don’t have to tell us,” Yoongi said. “But if you do, I guarantee we’ll fuck them up.”
“Codename Cupid took advantage of me, more than once, in a sexual manner,” Taehyung pushed the words out of his mouth, the burden leaving his shoulders as he leaned into the comfort of his friends.
“Are you fucking serious?” Yoongi yelled.
“No, no,” Jimin shook his head, the tears already forming.
“Tae,” Jin whispered.
“You, are you, oh my god,” Hoseok couldn’t comprehend the words coming out of Taehyung’s mouth.
“I’m done, cancel my mission,” Jimin declared.
“We can’t cancel your mission,” Namjoon said.
“Why not?” Jimin demanded, eyes on fire.
“What good does that serve us?” Countered Namjoon.
“I, you expect me to date this guy, be engaged to him, when his sister raped one of us? Are you fucking with me?” Jimin yelled again, standing to slam his hands against the table. Taehyung winced, not only at the volume, but because he hadn’t used the word yet, hadn’t thought it applied to what had happened to him… but maybe, it did.
“I expect you to complete your mission as directed unless Codename Arrow is endangering your life,” Namjoon repeated.
“I won’t,” Jimin said.
“You will, you have what, three weeks left?” Namjoon asked.
“The engagement party is December 21,” Jimin said.
“Alright, it’s almost Thanksgiving. You just gotta make it until then,” Yoongi offered, a shrug of his shoulders. In Jimin’s place, he would absolutely end things with Arrow, but they needed the last set of Christmas bonus checks and the final 2020 financial reports, both of which wouldn’t populate on Arrow or Cupid’s computers until mid-December.
“She abused him,” Jimin whispered, the tears falling down his cheeks.
“Jiminie has a point,” Hoseok muttered.
“We cannot let this slide,” Seokjin said. “I never thought, I never thought she’d do this.”
“We will have justice when we bring them down,” Namjoon reminded them, his words hollow in the moment of their pain.
“Do we have evidence of the, of the, fuck, I can’t say it,” Yoongi shook his head, the words stuck on his tongue.
“You don’t have to say it,” Taehyung’s voice was raw, emotions bare. “I’ve documented what I can, bagged things, written a detailed report… I used one of Hobi’s forged Police Reports to document what I knew they’d ask and took pictures to accompany it. The evidence is sealed in my office.”
Lifting his head to look at him, Yoongi asked, “Taehyung, how long have you been sitting on this?”
“Not too long, a couple of weeks,” Taehyung shrugged. It had only happened three times, which is three times too many, and three times it shouldn’t have. He had been shocked the first time, unsure what had truly happened to him. The second time, she used a different tactic, and he knew what it was. The third time caught him off guard, unawares. He was embarrassed that he let it happened, mortified that he put himself in this situation, and angry that he was so mad at himself instead of being outraged, furious, loathing, towards her.
“Tae,” Jimin said again.
“We need to write an official report so we can put this into our official filing,” Namjoon’s voice had simmered, its resolute calm returning.
“Not tonight,” Seokjin said, a reminder that Taehyung was still reeling from the trauma.
“Have you broken up with her?” Yoongi asked Taehyung.
“I texted when we sat down,” Taehyung fished his phone out of his pocket. “She responded.”
“Do you want to read it out loud?” Namjoon questioned.
“Hobi’s just going to send us a memo of it anyway,” Yoongi shrugged, his heart weighing down his entire body. “After this, can we call it a day?”
“Absolutely,” Namjoon agreed. “Taehyung, you want to read it?”
“It says,” He scanned the message, eyebrows shooting towards his hairline, jaw slacking as he reread the message. “She says, she says she’s pregnant.”
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Wonwoo x Reader | I Promise
A/N: I wrote this for a friend of mine like 2 years ago and honestly 🤷🏼♀️ I was kinda proud of it but I didn’t know how tumblr would react to it.
Count: 969 (I swear this wasn’t on purpose)
Warnings: other than ~drug use~ (don’t do drugs, kids) nothing really bad about this one
“Take a hit of this,” Wonwoo said, passing the joint that was rolled tightly to a crisp. It was still lit, and smoke was pouring out of the end of it.
“Are you fucking kidding me? You know i’m not into that stuff,” you spat at him, not meaning to come off as harsh as you did. You pushed his hand that was holding the illegal substance away, drawing imaginary circles on your left thigh with the other hand. It was just a nervous tick that you had, especially when you were being pressured into something.
“C’mon, just one hit. It’s not going to hurt you, rather, it might help you.” He held out the blunt, flame now extinguished. “I can even light it for you, if you want. Just listen, whatever happens will be kept between us, okay? I promise.”
Those two words sent a million different scenes running through your mind, the painful memories slowly seeping back in, causing you to almost shut down completely.
*****
“Just give me your hand. It’ll be okay. I promise.”
You grabbed Yoongi’s hand, and he helped you pull yourself up the rock wall. It was your first date. You’ve never done anything like this before, and you sure as hell wouldn’t want to embarrass yourself in front of your crush. His gesture to help you through this first obstacle gave you hope that maybe he would help you through others in life.
“You got this, love. I promise.”
The words he said to you before your first performance. You were casted in your favorite musical and had your dream role. Nothing could possibly get better, but in the back of your mind, you knew it could get worse. When your anxiety kicked in, you knew it was going to be awful. Yoongi helped you through your attack, and you managed to kill the first show, despite being mentally unstable.
“If you don’t want to do this, I’ll stop. I promise.”
The first time you gave yourself to someone. You completely let go. You let Yoongi take full control. You loved every second of it, but knew you would regret it later. Eventually, you came to realize why this was such a bad decision on your part.
“I’ll never forget you. I promise.”
The words he said the day that he left you. Tears were streaming down your face, and puddles were forming on the fabric of your t-shirt. Thinking of everything you were and could’ve been fucking hurt. But there was nothing you could do, as it was completely inevitable.
*****
“Is everything alright? I’m really not trying to get you to do anything that you don’t want to do. I just know that you said you wanted to try it,” he shrugged. “I figured I’d give you the opportunity now.”
You thought about it for a bit longer, running the possible outcomes that could result from this through your head. “I mean, you do realize that weed is good for people with high stress levels, right? Like, you definitely could use this. It would be dumb of you not to-“
You reached out and grabbed the joint, putting it into your mouth. Having no knowledge of what to do or how to do it, he blatantly chuckled at you when you coughed a lot after your first hit.
All you could really remember was how you felt a sudden relief wash over you. After the giggling, you felt calm and relaxed (only to feel extremely paranoid that the police would find you, to which you brought it to Wonwoo’s attention, and he eased your worries yet again).
The small remainder of the joint was shared between the two of you, with Wonwoo letting you get the last bit of it. You were now curled up into him, your head rested on his shoulder and his arm was draped around you. Silence fell over you two, and you oddly looked at each other at the exact same time.
“You’re so beautiful,” he stated, to which you didn’t know if it was the marijuana talking, or if he was actually being truthful.
“You’re more beautiful.” You booped his nose, causing you go into a laughing fit yet again. Wonwoo rested his hand upon the side of your face and turned your head so that you were looking straight at him. Something in your head told you to look away, but you knew you couldn’t. There was no way that you could possibly turn your head away from such a handsome boy like him. He dropped his hand down to your chin, lifting it up slightly. He loved the way the light shined on your defined cheekbones.
He leaned in, placing the softest little kiss on your lips. One little peck turned into multiple, then turned into frenchs, and you were both just exploring each other’s mouths.
You’ve never felt so on fire. The feeling that he gave you during this intimate time was unlike anything that Yoongi made you feel.
Oh, yeah.
Yoongi.
You felt a bit of guilt. Until you thought about the day he left you. This caused you pain, and Wonwoo noticed that you still felt hurt.
He pulled you in closer. “Baby, I know that you’re hurting, and I would love to be able to fix you. Please, let me give you what you deserve.”
And with that, your heart was pounding harder than it’s ever pounded before.
Let’s just say, you were also pounded harder than ever before. ;)
The night was filled with weed, sex, and pure love. You finally found someone who cherished not only your body, but your personality. He’s 100% in it for you and your mental well-being.
And, trust me. That is the most attractive thing a man has to offer.
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My Darling, Chapter 1
Genre: Murder Mystery, Horror, Angst (in this chapter)
Pairing: BTS x Reader
Summary: Working as a detective constable for 5 years definitely had you seeing some horrific scenes in your career. However, nothing would prepare you for the string of murders around the city which all had one intention; getting your attention.
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Author’s note: Hello! This is the first official chapter of my first fanfic, hope you all enjoy it! Also would recommend if you haven’t read the teaser I highly suggest you do since it’s where this chapter leads off from. Let me know what you think! Thank you - Lisa
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Thursday 7:46am
The ticking noise of the clock on the cold, white-bricked wall was slowly getting louder in your head with every second, it’s the only thing that’s keeping you conscious in this cold and harrowing morgue. Your body is pressed against one of the cold metal tables as you rest your eyes, pulling yourself into darkness. This is the first time you’ve shut your eyes for more than 2 seconds all night after the body was discovered at Stigma Nightclub, the image of the blood-soaked body was still burning into each fiber of your mind.
The sound of a scalpel being slammed against a metal tray brings you back into the light, the horrific vision of the victim’s body now fading away as your eyes are met with the same body now on a metal slab, all sewed and cleaned up.
“I don’t think you need me to tell you that this was a pretty violent murder.” Stated the man standing directly above the body, Kim Seokjin, the head Forensic Pathologist on this case and pretty much every case that’s pretty serious. Seokjin is good at what he does, hell, he’s amazing at what he does. The bad thing is that even he knows he’s one of the best in the business, meaning you can imagine the size of this guy’s ego.
“It’s pretty difficult to say what killed him first… the head trauma from his skull getting bashed against the wall or the fact he pretty much stabbed every internal organ in this area…” he says as he gestures to the lower abdominal area before leaning against the metal table and looking over the body, his eyes dragging along the flesh.
“From the looks of things, he was knocked out cold when his head was thrown against the wall but was still alive when he was being stabbed and of course died from blood loss.” He states before a scoff came from the other side of the room.
“Even I could’ve told you that! And here I was under the impression you were the best in the business, could you please tell us something we don’t know, Seokjin?” Came Officer Min’s obviously tired and annoyed voice as he leans against the cold wall of the morgue, arms crossed and looking very unimpressed at Seokjin.
An annoyed sigh escapes Seokjin’s lips, looking up at him with furrowed eyebrows; “It’s Dr. Kim to you, Min. And until we analyse the fluids and other areas of the body, we will not be able to determine a cause of death. I suggest you take your head out of your ass and actually do something other than gawk at me doing my work, I know I’m handsome but even I need to draw the line, especially in a work environment.” His offended look was now replaced with a smirk, knowing how to push Officer Min’s buttons.
Officer Min, also known as Yoongi, and I have come to Seokjin’s Pathologist team for lots of different cases, be it a murder, drink driving, drug overdose, you name it. You would think after years and years of being in the same cold and eerie room together they would come to like or even just respect each other. Apparently, Seokjin’s cockiness and overall personality are just too much for Yoongi, not that he is any better, he always wishes to push his buttons just to piss him off, it’s a constant cycle every time we’re here.
You yourself would never consider yourself a friend of Seokjin’s, would you ever go to a bar with him? Go out for lunch? No never, you just respect his work and consider him an acquaintance, that’s all. Even if you were to ask him out for lunch, he has this reputation of keeping himself to himself, I don’t think anyone in his team even knows anything personal about him other than his name and age. No one knows his family if he’s got a boyfriend or girlfriend, husband or wife, kids. He’s an unbreakable wall that no one has seemed to crack.
A low growl comes from Yoongi’s throat as he pushes himself off of the wall, turning his head towards you,
“Come on Miss Y/l/n, I know where we can go, let Seokj- oh I’m sorry Dr Kim, my apologies your majesty,” he pauses to bow mockingly, earning a scoff from the other man, “We should go back to the nightclub, I sent some of my team and forensics there early this morning to see what they can find, might as well join them and see if we can help.”
You nod, pulling your tired body off of the table, turning your head to Seokjin before leaving, “Give us a call if you find anything important, alright?”
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8:12am
The smell of booze, sweat and regret is exactly the first thing that hits you when first stepping foot into Stigma Nightclub. Instead of sweaty and drunk bodies grinding against each other to some terrible EDM music, the place was filled with people in white plastic suits and police uniforms. You remember a time where you used to be in here, back when you were a university student and had so much of life ahead of you. This was actually when you were first introduced to him. Kim Taehyung. The man that broke your heart.
You remember it so clearly; you were out dancing and having fun with friends when he came up to you at the bar. He was just so charming, handsome and made you smile, filled you up with compliments and even asked you out, being the innocent student who wanted to experience things said yes. Around 3 or 4 dates later he asked you to be his girlfriend, you were on cloud nine, little did you know he was going to break your heart into a million pieces.
“We should go and talk to some of the staff here last night, follow me.”
Yoongi’s voice brought you out of your little daze, the image of Taehyungsmiling in front of you is replaced with emptiness, the memory fading. Finally bringing function to your legs, you follow his lead, before you know it you’re heading towards a girl around the age of 24-26 with the staff’s uniform on, sitting at one of the many tables. She’s looking down at her hands, fidgeting. She’s obviously very distressed. I don’t blame her, she’s surrounded by officer’s that are all trying to get every little detail out of her.
“-I just c-can’t believe he’s r-really gone…” you heard her whimper as you approach the table, taking out your badge from your coat and showing the officer’s surrounding her, signaling them to leave. You slowly kneel down in front of her, trying to make her feel a bit more at ease.
“Hi there, I’m detective constable y/n y/l/n, this is Head Officer Min. We’d like to ask you about what happened here las-“ you stated before she suddenly interrupted.
“My friend got murdered! T-that’s what! I-I’ve told the other o-officers everything I know, w-which is nothing! Just l-leave me alone!” she exclaimed, more red hot tears streaming down her already stained face.
Sighing you get back up on your feet and look over at Officer Min, who is about to say something else to her,
“Give her some space… is the owner anywhere to be seen?” You asked, knowing well who it is you’re asking to see.
You have heard of the infamous owner of this nightclub, Jung Hoseok. In fact, everyone has heard of him. One of the richest men in the country. He owns around 5 nightclubs all over the country, all of them being packed every single night, sending him easy millions in the bank every week. Not only that but he has been connected to a lot of drugs and weapon smuggling in and out of this country, but no charges were made against his name due to the lack of evidence. This man has so many connections that he could buy himself out of jail, that’s why he’s so well known. He’s created a whole empire for himself making him untouchable. At least he likes to think he is.
A lot of my team have tried their best at arresting him, trying to catch him red-handed when talking to these criminals, organising the drug and weapons smuggling but he knows what he’s doing. He’s careful and never leaves any loose ends for us to find. He’s good at what he does, the bastard.
“Why, you going to try and get some information out of him? I wish you all the luck in the world, Miss Y/l/n.” He says before nodding towards the set of stairs, just over by the glamorous VIP section of the club with chandeliers and expensive furniture, “His office should be up those stairs somewhere, you go and talk to him and I’ll go and talk to security, see what we can find on the CCTV footage from last night.”
You nod, you can’t help but let your gaze linger on the bar as you turn to make your way towards the stairs, the sound of his laughter echoing through your brain, the sound of his compliments, his jokes, him.
“You’re a university student? Wow, you must be pretty smart then!” He smiles, taking a sip of his drink of beer, his big and sparkling eyes never leaving yours, “Beautiful and smart, surely that’s illegal!”
You laugh, probably a little too loud now that the vodka from your 4th vodka and coke finally seems to have kicked in.
“Oh no no, you flatter me too much! You’re really trying to charm me, aren’t you?” you lean in a little closer, feeling a little bolder now as you look at him with a raised eyebrow.
“That depends, is it working?” He winks back at you, sending blood rushing to your cheeks, sure you’ve met guys at bars who have tried to flirt with you, but this seems so different, he’s different.
“Get me another drink and you’ll find out…”
Before you know it you’re standing in front of a fogged glass door, the metallic plaque with the name ‘Jung Hoseok CEO’ engraved into it. A loud beaming voice coming from within the room, sounding to be annoyed with whoever else is in there. Without thinking twice I knock against the glass, the room inside falling silent until you hear the words “come in” from a low voice.
When you enter the office, there are already a few police officers in there, no doubt giving Mr. Jung a grilling already, trying to suck every piece of information out of him. However, the police officers are not the first thing you notice, despite being right next to me as you enter the room. It’s the dark eyes of Jung Hoseok. Boring into you from the other side of his desk. His hair is a mess, his shirt unbuttoned and tie loose, his eyes heavy and luring you in before you finally compose yourself.
“I am detective constable Y/n Y/ln, do you mind if I have a few minutes with you, Mr. Jung?” you state, trying to be as calm and collected as possible despite the horrible aura that’s coming from the man in front of you.
“…Alright, sweetheart, as long as it’s just you and me. Don’t want these hounds lurking in on our private conversation, now do we?” His sudden cold and rude exterior changing as he gives you a wide smile, a cold shiver going down your spine as you nod, watching as the two officers make their way out of the room, the sound of the door closing is a lot louder than it should have been, maybe that was just your nerves heightening your senses.
“Sit down, sweetheart, I don’t bite you know…” The smirk never leaving his face as he gestures to the leather chair in front of his desk. You nod, making your way to the chair, feeling a little self-conscious with his eyes following your every movement as you lower your body down.
“I’m sure you know why I’m here, Mr. Jung… Let’s not beat around the bush and get right into things,” you decided to stay true to your professionalism, despite the sheer vulnerability you feel at the moment right in front of him, feeling like prey standing right in front of the predator. Your statement seems to amuse him so as he changes his body language, the smirk continuing to stretch on his face as he slumps more against the back of his chair, easing me a little, “where were you around 3am this morning?”
He stays silent for a moment, as though picking out his words carefully. That or he was just utterly fascinated by your face as his eyes have not left it since you’ve entered the room.
“I was at the other side of town, in one of my other night clubs… My more popular ones…’Cypher’ you may have heard of it, you seem like the type of lady that likes to go out drinking now and then…” he slowly lets out a piece at a time, leaning in towards his desk so that his elbows are now resting against the expensive wood. You know what he’s trying to do, he’s toying with you, trying to distract you and fall for his charms. He’s a manipulator, someone with his power becomes really good at that sort of thing, too bad this isn’t the first time you’ve dealt with this.
“What were you doing at ‘Cypher’ at that time, Mr. Jung?” You were met with a scoff, not an irritated one but one more amused, you knew he was enjoying this more than he should be.
He leans in more, his smirk now turning into a grin, stretching across his face. The creepiest thing about it is that it doesn’t seem to meet his eyes.
“Do you really want to know, sweetheart? What would you do if I said I was in my own private booth with a pretty girl from the bar, doing things to her under the table that had her squealing in pleasure?” he says slowly, his eyes burning into yours to see your reaction.
You’ll admit, that did send heat to your cheeks since you weren’t prepared for it and you’re sure he noticed too by the small chuckle that escaped his lips. This is what he wants to do to you, to distract you from what you’re trying to do, from what you’re trying to find out.
“What do you know about the victim, Mr. Jung? I believe he worked here as a part-time bartender, is that correct?” you ignore his tries at distracting you, at clouding your brain with images and thoughts in order to stop you from getting any information out of him. Not today, Hoseok.
His smirk falters a little, bringing his elbows off of the table and leaning back against the chair again. His eyes finally breaking away from yours as though he realises I’m not going to give in to his little comments.
“I know OF him… He was a student or something, right? Don’t know much about the kid… He didn’t get involved in anyone’s business or try to make conversation, just made your drink and that was it. He did his job. Kept himself to himself… why someone would want to mutilate him like that is beyond me, maybe he got on the wrong side of someone that night…” he says while looking down at his desk as his finger slowly taps against it as though he’s… anxious?
His last comment made you pause, his choice of words: ‘maybe he got on the wrong side of someone that night’ as well as this being the first time he broke eye contact with you, this is no coincidence, he knows more.
“What do you mean by that, M-“ before you can pry any more, the door of his office swings open, revealing Officer Min who is looking between the both of us, breathing heavily as though he ran up the stairs.
“Miss Y/l/n, you might want to see this…”
With furrowed eyebrows, you push yourself up off the leather chair, about to leave but turns to Hoseok before you do,
“I would like to continue this conversation later, Mr. Jung,” you state while staring at him in the eyes, his eyes are no longer flirty and sparking, they’re just cold. Burning. Scared. You’re going to get whatever he’s hiding out of him if it’s the last thing you do.
You follow Officer Min down the stairs of the nightclub, somehow, you can still feel Mr. Jung’s eyes burning into your skull like corrosive acid is burning through to your brain. You should be scared of him, that’s how he has everyone in this city wrapped around his finger, that’s why he’s walking free instead of rotting in jail. Subconsciously you turn my head to the top of the staircase as your legs reach the bottom, only to see Mr. Jung’s slender figure standing there, watching, lurking, his full playful and sexy exterior completely gone. His eyes stalking your every movement as you walk through to the security room with Officer Min, like a hawk watching a rabbit through the fields. He knows something about this case and he doesn’t like the fact that you’re willing to find out every little detail.
8:49am
Entering the security room of the club you are hit with the lights of many televisions all displaying a different part of the nightclub, illuminating the room. You glance around them all, seeing if there is any camera which would show the alleyway, which would reveal the actual murder being committed. Unfortunately, it seems no camera shows this. Does this mean the killer knew about the placement of the cameras or was it just sheer luck?
“Play camera 23 at 3:17am this morning.”
With a few clicks of the keyboard, one of the screens on the left starts to play, the camera being displayed inside the club, showing the bar and the many drunk people sitting there, flirting, touching, giggling, just enjoying themselves. The nightclub closes at around 4am, this you know because of your past experiences in this place, that’s mostly why it was so loved; it didn’t close ‘early’. The staff behind the bar are also shown doing their job, taking orders and mixing drinks, your eyes instantly catching onto the victim who’s currently taking a beer out of the mini-fridge and opening it.
You keep your eyes trained on him, that is until your eyes follow him handing the beer to someone at the bar, the ring shining on the man’s finger instantly making your chest tighten. Your breathing heavy and painful. That’s your ring. You bought that for him. Kim Taehyung.
“Happy anniversary, babe!” You giggled, throwing your arms over his shoulders from behind, placing little kisses on the side of his cheek, earning you a laugh in return, “I got you a little gift…” you move on of your hands in front of him, revealing a small white box with a little red plastic bow on top of it.
“Awww! You shouldn’t have! Mostly because I didn’t get you anything…” he laughs as you slap his shoulder, “I’m kidding I’m kidding; how could I forget to get the love of my life a 2-year anniversary present? I’m dumb but I’m not that dumb!” he pulls away from you, quickly running over to his dresser to grab what he got for you, which is in a thin, black rectangle box, quickly shoving it into your hand.
“Open yours first!” he said, he looked like what could only be described as a big excited puppy as he watched you take off the delicate lace ribbon, biting his lip in anticipation as you open it. Anxiety building up in his chest as you process what you’re looking at inside the box.
“Well? Do you like it? I-I knew you liked the idea of little locket necklaces! I just d-didn’t know if it was the right one… do you hate it? God, you do, don’t you? It’s okay I can get you ano-“ he’s quickly interrupted from his panic when you lean in to give him a kiss, pulling away with a loving smile on your face.
“I love it, Tae this is just… wow…It’s beautiful!” you slowly let out before you carefully open up the locket, revealing a picture of the both of you on your first date, all shy and nervous at the park together, the picture being one of your personal favourites.
“Tae… this is perfect, really thank you” you quickly lean back in to hug him, your eyes tearing up with how thoughtful it was before pulling away with a laugh, “great, now my present looks terrible!”
He laughs, shaking his head, “you could give me anything and I would love it, I love you so much…” he smiles lovingly at you before looking down at the small box you gave him and opening it finally, his lips parting when he sees what’s inside.
The ring inside was silver, having an engraving of a chain-like pattern at the sides, the inside having both yours and his initials.
“I know you said you really wanted another ring plus I know you like these designs, plus this one is personal now since it has our initials on it together…” you say softly, the anxiety of his reaction feels like it’s going to kill you.
Before you can even process what’s happening, you’re being pushed back onto his bed behind you, making you yelp out in surprise as he covers your face in kisses.
“it’s perfect! What did I ever do to deserve someone like you?” He pulls away with a smile, looking down at your lips, “I’ll keep this on till the day I die…” he says before leaning in, kissing you like it’s the last time he ever will.
That ring. The same one you were staring at right now on the man’s finger through CCTV footage. The same hands you held tight every day, the same hands that touched you, caressed you. The same arms that used to hug you every day and night. The same neck you used to bury your face in. The same face you used to wake up to every morning and think everything was going to be alright. Him.
“Miss Y/l/n, are you alright?” came Officer Min’s voice from beside you, his hand coming to rest on your shoulder in comfort, “you’re looking quite pale…”
“Yes, yes, I’m fine…” you lied, your brain feels like it’s spinning at 100 miles per hour trying to process what you’re looking at, who you’re looking at.
You watch him carefully as he sips his beer, his head pressed against the palm of his other hand, looking rather bored or fed up as he sits alone at the bar. You wonder; why is he even there, alone… Sure you haven’t seen him in a few years after he broke your heart but the last place you’d expect to find him was back here, back where it all started. Why wasn’t he running away with her.
“Watch, the bartender goes into the back room, another worker confirmed he was going back there to stock up on the drinks in the mini fridge at the bar but… he doesn’t come back.” Officer Min stated, his eyes glancing over at you in both concern and to see what you thought of this.
This was not the time to think about the past, I have to do my job.
“Have you checked the storage? Are the forensics team in there? See if there’s any signs of struggle or maybe an extra set of footprints…” you finally say, noting how Officer Min seems to glance at the other security, they all have an unreadable look on their face. It’s not a good one.
“I was about to send the team in but… I think it’s best you see it for yourself, y/n.” His voice is laced with something that you can’t quite point out, concern? Sadness? Fear? All you know is it must be serious, especially since he’s now calling you by your first name, something he never does.
Before you head down, curious and scared at what you might find down there, you glance back at the screen to take one last look at him but you are met with an empty chair, he’s gone.
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You are led down to the storage room at the back of the bar, everything looking completely normal as you enter so far; barrels of liquor, wooden pallets filled with food and snacks, extra chairs and tables, cleaning equipment. Nothing seems to be out of place so far, that is until you meet Officer Min’s eyes, gesturing for you to look in the freezer part of the storage room, his eyes glancing away after he does so. This was strange. It’s so out with his character to look so vulnerable at this moment in time that you really don’t want to even think about what waits for you beyond this freezer door.
You put your hand on the large, painfully cold metal handle and turn it, using all of your strength to pull it open, the burning of your muscles now met with the sharp coldness of the freezer. Putting one foot in, eyes traveling around the dark freezer, not even knowing what it is your looking for exactly. The freezer itself is pretty dark, only a few dim lights in there to illuminate all of the pieces of meat and drinks kept in here, just making this whole situation even eerier than before.
As you take another few steps into the freezer, the sound of something crinkle under your right shoe, your movements instantly stopping, brain running wild at what it would be, before you can come up with anything your eyes are plummeting down, meeting what appears to be a piece of paper.
The first instinct was relief as it was a probably receipt or something that one of the staff accidentally dropped when counting the stock, but that moment of relief was instantly met with sheer terror as your eyes finally adjusted to the dim lighting of the freezer, making what was laying on the ground visible to you now.
It was a letter. Not only that but it was addressed to someone. Your heart thumping in your ribcage as you slowly bend your knees, swallowing what felt like razorblades as you shakily picked it up.
You were right, it was addressed to someone.
You.
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Roses & Thorns | Chapter 18
Genre: Hybrid!AU, fluff, angst
Pairing: Hybrid!OT7 x Female!Reader | Alpaca!Seokjin, Panther!Yoongi, Fox!Hoseok, Wolf!Namjoon, Bear!Jimin, Tiger!Taehyung, Bunny!Jungkook
Summary: Y/N is a rehabilitator of hybrids who have been abused or being sold for auction. It’s an illegal thing to do, but she feels strongly that this is the right thing. For many years, she has saved hundreds of hybrids who have needed her help, even for her young age, and six of them decided to stay with her. Namjoon, who was the second saved, initiated an intimate relationship, which Taehyung, who was the first saved, wanted in on. Over time, some of the hybrids that came after the two wanted to join in on the relationship. Now, Y/N has saved a very rare fox hybrid named Hoseok, who is very curious and even more broken. He has the choice to stay with these people and maybe join their relationship or move on to a rehabilitated district where he can have a life of his own. What will he choose?
Warning: Mentions of Abuse, Sexual Assault, Suicide & Mental Illness! Read with Caution <3 | Suggestions of Smut? (I’m not good at writing smut, so it’s just implied… ^_^); Profanity; GORE!! High talking of suicide!!! Please read carefully <3
Word Count: 1,993 (OOH THIS IS LONG!!!!)
Chapter 1 // Chapter 2 // Chapter 3 // Chapter 4 // Chapter 5 // Chapter 6 // Chapter 7 // Chapter 8 // Chapter 9 // Chapter 10 // Chapter 11 // Chapter 12 // Chapter 13 // Chapter 14 // Chapter 15 // Chapter 16 // Chapter 17 // Chapter 19 // Chapter 20 [FINAL] //
Author’s Note: Welcome to Chapter 18! Please let me know what you think of this chapter, I love getting feedback! I hope you enjoyed it!!! ^_^
When I opened my eyes, I was staring at a building that I hadn’t seen in years. I could feel myself bite my lip, but I know I wasn’t doing that. It’s like I was watching a movie through my own eyes, and I had no control of my movements.
I clutched my bag, walking into the building, listening to all the hybrids and humans talking. I was at a shelter, and I had a feeling that I hadn’t had a hybrid before. I walked to a preppy woman who sat behind the desk, attempting to keep myself from shaking.
“Hello, here to adopt a hybrid?” She asked, smiling bright.
“Yes ma’am, I haven’t had one yet,” I mumbled, looking down. I had just turned 18 and had been living on my own for a while before the government began to threaten me.
“Dog, cat, or exotic?” She asked, smiling softly.
“Exotic, please,” I replied. I remember thinking that I may as well be protected, exotics were stronger.
“Right through that door,” She said, pointing.
I walked through it, taking note I was the only one in there. Only people with little kids would go to shelters to adopt, and kids do better with dog and cat hybrids. I looked around, noticing it was filled to the brim. They all stared at me, getting super excited and hopeful. I remember my heart breaking.
I walked through, seeing wolves, giraffes, pandas… every exotic you could think of. Finally, inching towards the end, I noticed a single empty room. There was no hybrid there, but there had to be one in there if it was as packed as it was. I walked over to it, looking through the glass door into the small room. It was about as big as a prison cell, and it looked like one too except for the white walls. A tiger hybrid was lying in bed, shaking. Tears streaming down his cheeks, he gave me one glance before turning to face the wall. I looked at the information sheet next to it, eyeing his name.
“Taehyung…” I whispered, making his ears twitch at his name. “Tae, I’d like to bring you home with me, if you want.”
I closed my eyes, and when I opened them, I was in a new room. It was the library back at my house, and a salamander and elephant hybrid sat at the tables, reading some books. I remembered them from a while ago, when I first started helping hybrids. I was rearranging the books, when I listened to a low growl and both hybrids leave. I winced, and could feel my heart begin to race, both from fear… and love.
I turned around to be greeted by the wolf hybrid, whose name was Namjoon. He had been cold and distant since he arrived, and no matter how hard I tried, he continued to hate me.
“I’m leaving tomorrow, with the others,” He growled, ears twitching.
“That’s your choice,” I replied, looking away and continuing to rearrange the books. “Namjoon, I hope you have a wonderful life, much better than the one you had here.”
Time jumped, and I was laying in bed, in and out of sleep. I was always overly anxious when it came to escape day. I heard my bedroom door open and shut softly, and I expected it to be Taehyung, a body crawling in bed beside me. I felt a tap on my shoulder and turned around, rubbing my eyes sleepily. I looked at the owner of the tap and was surprised to see Namjoon.
“Namjoon? Are you alright?” I asked, concerned.
“I don’t want to leave you…” He whispered, my heart beginning to soar. “I’m so sorry for how I treated you…. I just wasn’t used to a human being so nice…. I think I was scared of you….”
“Why?” I said, looking at him, worried.
“Because I fell in love with you…” He whispered, making my heart ache with love.
When I blinked, I was in a new time. I was staring into the garden from the backdoor, Taehyung’s arm wrapped around me while we watched the alpaca hybrid softly talk to Namjoon. It was only the three hybrids and I at the time, Jin being a special, emergency case. Jin would occasionally smile and laugh, a small blush appearing on his cheeks.
“I think Joonie is getting through to him,” Tae whispered, squeezing me lightly, making me giggle.
“I think you’re right,” I replied, biting my lip. I walked over, Taehyung following close behind. Jin frowned, looking bashful and shy all of a sudden.
“Hi, boys,” I said, making Namjoon reach for me, bringing me in for a kiss, causing Taehyung to pout. He got a kiss right after me as I sat down, chuckling as Taehyung’s tail twitched in happiness. “What are you talking about?”
“Oh, Jin here was just telling me about himself… He likes to cook,” Namjoon said, giving a comforting smile towards Jin, who blushed.
“Oh? Jin, if you could teach me, I’d be forever grateful… I’ve never been good, and could never come to teaching myself,” I said, gently, making him look at me. He smiled, making my heart melt.
“Of course,” He whispered.
I closed my eyes, opening them to find myself running through the house. I had just been told Yoongi had locked himself in the bathroom again. I had about ten hybrids living with me at the time, Namjoon, Taehyung, and Jin all included. I ran to the second-floor bathroom in time to see Namjoon bust through the door. I walked in to see Yoongi sitting on the ground, looking pale from the lose of blood from his arms. I began to cry as Namjoon lifted him up, taking him to the kitchen for Jin to save him.
It skipped time, and Yoongi and I were sat in the garden. It was night, and you could barely see the outline of his black ears and tail. The panther was stone cold, his bruises and cuts all over his body glistening in the moonlight.
“Please, Yoongi,” I choked out, beginning to sob. He looked at me in surprise, and watched carefully as I reached over to him, grabbing his hand. “Stop doing this.”
“I have no reason to live,” He replied coolly, shrugging.
“Find something,” I begged, making his ears perk up as he raised his eyebrows at my answer. “Trust me, I know it’s easier said than done, but please. I hate seeing you in so much pain, I don’t want you to die.” He was silent for a while, hot tears streaming down my face. He stood up, making me follow his motion. I thought he would walk away, but he stepped forward, wrapping his arms around my waist and hugging tight. I followed his action, wrapping my arms around his neck. I started to sob, knowing I had finally gotten through to him.
“Thank you for caring…” He whispered, making me hold on tighter, his bandaged arms brushing under my shirt. “Don’t leave me….”
I blinked, and a whole new area was formed. I was walking in town at night, cursing under my breath as I realized how late it was. Namjoon and Yoongi would most definitely scold me. Again, it was just me, Namjoon, Jin, Yoongi, and Taehyung at the time, so the house was nice and quiet.
I heard whimpering coming from an alley, causing me to stop. I looked down it, squinting my eye. The whimpering was quiet, and I could tell someone was crying. I slowly walked down it, my hand on some pepper spray in my purse. I rounded a giant garbage can and couldn’t help but gasp, dropping to my knees.
A bunny hybrid was lying in his underwear, blood all over him. There were cuts along his body that were so deep, you could see his muscle. The worst was across his chest, and I believed he had a broken arm. He looked terrified when he saw me but was too weak to move away.
“Oh my god,” I whispered, inching closer. “Please, let me help you, I can help you.”
Time jumped, and I was running into the house, Jungkook in my arms. Jin was already waiting for me, and I knew they could smell the blood a mile away. Namjoon followed suit, taking Jungkook into the kitchen. I was sobbing, and tried to follow, but Yoongi and Taehyung stopped me, beginning to comfort me.
“He’ll be okay, let them work,” Yoongi said as I sobbed in his arms. Taehyung was called to help, so Yoongi just held me, kissing my head. “Have faith, Jin’s good at what he does….”
When I closed my eyes, I opened them to me storming through a circus tent, rage boiling through me. My close friend was following suit, and I could practically feel his anxiety as I went to the back, where the hybrids were being held.
I froze in front of a cage on wheels. A beautiful bear hybrid was sat in it, crying into his hands, his body curled up in the corner. He was naked, and I could see all the scars and cuts covering his body. I slowly walked over to it, making him jump and stare at me. Just like that, he stopped crying, staring at me with soft eyes. I gave him a small smile and wave, and I could see his nose twitch in curiosity.
He crawled over to me, and I didn’t move a muscle. I stood there, placing my hand on the bar as he got right in front of me. He reached his hand out, only hesitating for a second, before placing his hand on my cheek. I leaned into it, and just as I was about to say something, his master came charging, whipping the bars, causing Jimin to go to the furthest side and scream. Just as I lifted my fist to hit the master, time skipped.
I sat with Jimin in the yard on a blanket. It had been maybe two weeks since he joined, and he seemed to cling to me. I was reading him a book he wanted to hear, and his head was in my lap. He sniffed the air and tensed up, causing me to look up at Yoongi approaching carefully. He looked bashful, his black tail swishing.
“Jimin?” He whispered, making Jimin sit up quickly, sniffing and staring at him with wide eyes. “I’ve wanted to read this book too…. Is… is it okay if I join you both?” He said this carefully, making me smile softly at him and nod. Jimin paused, seeming to calm down. He began to such on his bottom lip anxiously, eventually giving a shy smile to the panther.
“Would… would you like us to start over? We’re only a couple chapters in…. It’s really good so far…” He whispered, making my heart swell.
I closed my eyes, sighing in content. When I opened them again, I was carrying Jimin inside from being hurt by Jungkook and Taehyung. They still didn’t understand how fragile Jimin was, and a curious fox hybrid followed suit.
“How strong are you?” Hoseok asked, making me smirk at him as I set Jimin down for Jin to clean up.
“Strong enough to take down anyone who tries to hurt you,” I said, smirking at him, causing him to blush. That was the moment my heart swelled… the moment I knew Hoseok would be a part of this family….
When I closed my eyes and reopened them, I was in an endless darkness. I felt frightened at first, but soon, a light popped open. It was similar to a tunnel, and I bit my lip, realizing what I had just gone through. My life had literally flashed before my eyes…. My boys…. They’re my entire life, the loves I always wanted…. I was dying.
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BANGTAN - 20 - END ALTERNATIVE
Your arms were tired. For two days now they have been tied up with chains which were looped around a hook hanging from the ceiling. You were positive your left shoulder had dislocated itself when you tried to escape after they brought you here. In return they beat Jimin relentlessly for hours. All you could do was watch from where you were. After they finished they allowed you down but only for a moment. Your hands worried over Jimin's body, making sure he was still alive. To his luck he was. For how much longer though?
The room you were in was dark. Tiny little holes that poked through the ceiling allowed streams of light to come through, but not enough to make you aware of your surroundings. Wondering all the while if the rest of the group was okay. NJ had taken a pretty hard hit to the head before you and Jimin were forced into that black SUV that came speeding from nowhere. NJ had pulled you outside to let you know what it was that he found. Jimin's dad had been keeping tabs on all of you. His worst fears had come to light.
When you were brought into the warehouse nothing could have prepared you for what you saw. Not only was Jimin's dad there. Yours was too. You hadn't seen him in years. He disappeared off the gride before you even started your illegal gun trading with Jin. You spent the better part of two years searching for him, and was eventually declared dead after he had been missing for so long. He looked the same. Your heart was overcome with joy when you saw him. All thoughts aside you ran to him. Arms held out, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes.
"Dad!" You screamed in desperation.
His face lit up with the smile you remembered. The smile you loved. That warm feeling of being safe bubbled up into your chest. If your dad was here, you could get through anything. Your feet carried you to him in record time. When you reached him, the whole situation took a turn. His face became cold, eyes boring into yours. A stinging pain across your cheek and suddenly you were on the ground. Bringing your hand to your cheek, you looked up in horror. Your father looked at his hand and then to you.
"You're such a disappointment, Y/N." he growled. He squat down in front of you, peering at your quickly bruising face. "You were doing so well. I was so proud of you and Jin. Running those gun trades and getting out of Seoul. That was my doing, by the way. I secretly hired Jimin to get you out of there. Give you all the documents." he explained, briefly looking to Jimin who was suddenly beside you. When did he get there?
"Where have you been?" you croaked out.
"With South Bend. It is my gang after all. I built it up from the ground before I even started working for the precinct. Your mother and I, we built this empire. It was such a shame the day her and your siser died." he mused, his mind wandering off somewhere as he stared down at your face. "Too bad the wrong kid died." he chuckled a bit before standing back up.
He walked back to where Jimin's dad stood and they both looked at you, smiles on their features. Jimin wrapped his arms around you and helped you back up, looking you over checking for any more damages. Once you were back on your feet, your gaze turned towards your father.
"What do you mean, the wrong kid died?" you asked almost breathless. What kind of father says those things?
"You were supposed to die in the accident. You were supposed to be on the side where Hyejin was sitting, but because you had to sit behind me, she got stuck. Her door had child proof locks in place. My Hyejin couldn't get out in time because of YOU. YOU WHO AREN'T EVEN MY CHILD. MY WIFE. MY DAUGHTER. DIED BECAUSE OF YOU." His voice booming through the empy warehouse, setting your skin on fire from his confession. "I didn't even want you. But Lily insisted we keep you. She wanted a baby she couldn't have so we kidnapped you."
You felt bile rise up in your throat. You were kidnapped as a child. By this monster of a man and his wife. You had a whole life stolen from you. Jimin was rubbing small circles in your back, whispering something to you that you couldn't hear. This whole thing was too fucked up. What did you get yourself into?
"However when you and Jin started your little illegal trading while you were working on the force, I was impressed. I watched you from the shadows, keeping an eye on you. Finally figuring you were worth something after all. Taking after me and not even knowing it. Then that fucking prick Min Yoongi came into the scene to fuck everything up." your father seethed. Could you even still call him that though?
"Don't worry though, princess. Your father has something special in store for you. But for now, we need to take care of Jimin." Jimin's dad spoke up for the first time, causing Jimin to stiffen beside you. He gripped the back of your shirt and you could practically feel the fear radiating off of his body.
Your eyes darted around the room, taking in your surroundings. Aside from your father's standing there, you and Jimin seemed to have a good chance of running out of there. Two guys were by the door but they didn't seem to be that strong. They were pretty lanky from the looks of it. You didn't even need to seriously injure them to get past them, just knocking them down would work. Your fingers slipped around Jimin's and you made eye contact for a moment before nodding quickly. The two of you turned on your heels and barreled for the door.
Your father started shouting something but you weren't worried about what it was. Jimin was matching you step for step, gearing up to fight the two men by the door. One swung out towards you and you ducked in time, using that to your advantage. You rammed your shoulder into his stomach, knocking him down. You turned to look for Jimin and watched him sweep the legs out from the man that was after him. Your chances looked pretty good.
You reached your hand out towards him, his fingers clinging onto yours and you pulled him through the door and into the afternoon sun. The steady rhythm of footsteps from inside could still be heard. You didn't know which way was out so your just picked. You ran hand in hand with Jimin. Afraid of losing one another. Suddenly gun shots were ringing out from behind you.
"Shit!" Jimin cursed, looking back. It only slowed you down a few steps, but those few steps were everything you needed. Suddenly a searing pain came through your left hip. You looked down and saw blood pouring from a fresh wound. They had shot you. Trying to keep running, it was no use. Your leg was in too much pain. You urged Jimin to keep running and to go find Yoongi and bring him back, but he refused. They were catching up now, merely a few feet away.
"DAMMIT JIMIN GO!" you demanded, putting pressure on your hip to staunch the bleeding. Jimin looked behind him and weighed his choices, but he took too long. Suddenly he was being tackled to the ground beside you. As soon as he was down, you were being yanked up by your arm.
"Try that again, bitch." your capture said, wrenching your arm behind your back with such force. A sick popping sound was heard as you screaming in agony.
"Let go of her!" Jimin screamed, struggling against the man who was holding him to the ground. All this did for you was cause you pain. The man holding onto you pulled your arm behind you harder, earning more screams to come from your mouth. Tears began pouring down your cheeks from the pain. You felt sick to your stomach, the pain was too much.
The two of you were dragged back into the warehouse where the two fathers stood, amusement splayed on their faces. Your father nodded his head to the right and you were dragged off, chains were placed on your wrists tightly. A larger chain from the ceiling with a hook was lowered to clip into your chains. Suddenly you were being hoisted up into the air, just enough to where your feet barely touched the ground so you couldn't alleviate the pain in your shoulder. A pain you were struggling to fight against.
Jimin's father walked to where Jimin was force kneeled onto the ground. He had a similar chain wrapped around his fist, like the ones that were tied around your wrists. Roughly six inches of chain dangled from his hands. You watched as his father raised his arm and swung the chain towards Jimin. There were no sounds coming from Jimin. He stayed kneeled, taking the beating. His silence was the most concerning part. Has this happened before? You didn't want to think about that. Instead you screamed for him. You screamed for them to stop until you couldn't make anymore noise. Jimin lay crumpled on the ground. You pleaded to be let down. You needed to make sure he was okay. They denied your request.
After a while they ended up leaving with promises to come back later. The lights in the warehouse went out and you were left in darkness.
Two days without food or water. The only thing they did to help you was clean your bullet wound and stitch it up. They left your shoulder dislocated and in a horrible position. Jimin was tied up to a chair beside you, constantly going in and out of consciousness. They had been in several times taking photos - no doubt sending them to the rest of your group. Dunking Jimin in freezing cold water, torturing him. No one speaking to either of you. They would come in and rough the two of you up a bit, making sure you were conscious for the whole process.
At the end of the second day though, you felt a glimmer of hope. You heard one of the men talking about your dad hearing from Yoongi and that they knew where they were and they were on the way.
You were going to make it out of this alive.
Your father came in moments later, a wicked smile on his face. He had a plain white gift bag in his hands and tossed it on the table that was cluttered with various tools that had been used on you and Jimn. Your father nodded his head in your direction and the hook began to lower. The pain in your shoulder renewed with the movement but you were finally happy to have it relaxed. You dropped to your knees instantly, not having used them for a while they were practically jelly underneath you. He unlocked the chains around your wrists.
"Get changed." he instructed before walking out of the room.
You glanced warily at the white bag and pulled it off of the table looking through the contents. A pair of shorts and a long white flowing top. It almost looked like a night gown. You shoved the clothes back into the bag and crawled over to Jimin instead. Your hands shakily raised to his bruised and bloody cheeks. One eye was completely swollen shut from where the chain had hit him.
"Oh, Jimin. What did we get ourselves into." you murmured more to yourself. He had a few cuts that were still bleeding from this mornings beatings. Standing on your feet, you made your way back to the back, quickly changing out of your dirty clothes and into your clean ones. The shirt was long enough so you left your old jeans on and used the soft cloth of the shorts as bandages for Jimin. You used a pair of scissors on the table to cut the cloth into strips and busied yourself with his wounds.
Every few seconds Jimin would wince in pain - a good sign - that he was doing okay. He was still alive. He was aware. Your hands were covered in blood by time you finished, but at least you stopped the bleeding. Wiping your hands quickly on your shirt, you stood back up. You glanced over the toold on the table, knowing you could use them to your advantage if they came back for you. Just as you reached out for the chains that once held your wrists together, the door slammed open. This time, Jimin's dad was there. He made quick work of walking to you and knocking you on your ass, taking the chains from your hands. Two men were suddenly on either side of you, holding the tops of your arms.
"This is perfect, actually. Thank you for taking care of my son." he pulled his phone out of his pocket and snapped a couple. "I have a offer to make. Join us. You and Jimin live. But the rest of them have to die.
"Fuck you." you spit out. "You're not going to win here today." you said confidently.
"That's where you're wrong." snap snap. two more photos were taken before he began typing away on his phone and thne slipping it back into his pocket.
"Why do you keep taking photos? What is the purpose?" you asked, throat dry and raspy.
"Oh, I have everyone believing you beat the life out of Jimin. They think he's dead. They think you killed him. Which I can't imagine will go over well with..what was his name..Jungkook? He seems like the knight in shininf armor type. I can see him running in here to save little Jiminie over here. And I get the pleasure of putting a bullet between his eyes. Much like I did with Seokwoo." his father laughed darkly, causing Jimin to stir.
"Fuck you. Fuck you. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK. YOU." He screamed over and over again. He thrashed against the ropes that held him to the chair. His eyes wild and full of anger. "YOU TOUCH HIM AND YOU FUCKING DIE. DO YOU HEAR ME?" his voice raising several octaves causing his father to laugh even more.
Your feet carried your body to Jimin's side. You reached out to hold him but was dragged back by your bad arm, a yelp of pain ringing through the room. "Don't touch him." his father whispered in your ear. "Touch him and he will be the one with the bullet to the head." came his threat, hot breath blowing against your cheeks.
A phone began buzzing and Jimin's dad placed his hand in his pocket and pulled it out, a smile in place bfore answering the call. "We're ready." he said before hanging up.
"Show time, guys. Your friends are here." his hand gripped your arm tighter as he yanked you from the room Jimin was in to a much bigger and brighter room.
You could see Jin and Jungkook sprinting for the door through a small window. Behind you were several men with guns pointed at the doors. Panic set in and you did the only thing you could think of doing - scream.
You screamed at the top of your lungs, desperately begging them to stop. You didn't know if they could hear you or not. You told them to stay back. Do not open the door. Don't come in. Whether or not they heard you and decided to ignore you or they didn't hear you, you didn't know. The next thing you knew the warehouse doors were being pulled open and you could see the boys all line in a row, guns in place and pointed into the building.
You began struggling against Jimin's dad's hold, screaming for him to let you go. The only response you got was being forced to your knees and your arm wrenched higher up your back, a sickening crack sounded through the warehouse. You were positive it was broken this time around. You saw Jin start to walk forward but was pushed back by NJ, with a shake of his head Jin did as was told.
"Nice to see you all!" Your dad's voice rang out from behind you. "Especially you, Yoongi. It's been a while."
Everyone's eyes were on Yoongi, who seemed less than thrilled about your dad pointing that fact out. Yoongi sighed and dropped his gun to his side and shuffled on his feet, relaxing his demeanour. He scoffed and looked at the ground before looking back up and raising his gun. A shot rang out and suddenly the grip on your arm was gone and a loud thud replaced it.
"Next shot will be at you, Hoon. Yoongi cocked his head to the side with a smirk. He holstered his gun and started walking towards you. He reached out and grabbed your hands and gently pulled you to your feet checking you over. Once he was finished he nodded his head and looked at your dad.
"Where's Jimin's body?" he asked.
The boys stood at the doorway, glancing around in panic. All of you were confused as to what was going on. Jungkook looked especially on edge. "He's not dead. He's in there." you pointed towards the door you just came through moments ago.
"So you lied?" Yoongi's eyes searched for Hoon once again.
Yoongi started walking towards the door you just came out of and you followed close behind, motioning for the boys to raise their weapons again and keep them trained on everyone in that room. You grabbed the bottom of Yoongi's shirt and followed close behind him, peering over his shoulder getting a look at Jimin. You rushed to his side and began untying him.
"Hey, wake up. Jimin, we're getting out of here." your hands wrapped around his shoulders and shook him awake gently. His head lifted slowly, a small smile stretching on his face. Your hands made quick work of his ropes. Once they were removed you put his arm around your good shoulder and helped him stand. Walking slowly towards the door you looked back at Yoongi who was running his fingers over the bloody tools on the table.
"Yoongi, let's go." you said.
Yoongi looked back at you and nodded, following closely, his hand on the butt of his gun. Once you made it through the door, Jungkook broke formation and ran towards you. A look of relief on his face. As he got closer though, his face turned pale. Jimin wasn't in great condition by any means. "I got him from here." Jungkook said, taking Jimin's weight off of you. Your hip in pain from all the walking. You could feel the blood oozing down your leg. You definitely ripped the stitches.
"You're not getting out of here so easily. Do you think that I'm letting you go just because you show up with weapons? Are you joking?" your dad barked, a look of shock on his face. "Get them!" he shouted.
Shots began to ring out through the warehouse. Yoongi grabbed your arm and pulled you behind a stack of pallets, occasionally peaking around the corner and firing shots in no particular direction. "Stay down." he instructed before he leapt up and ran towards another pile of pallets, drawing the fire towards him. Pieces of wood began flying all around you. You leaned forward and covered your head with your arms.
"Y/N!" Jin shouted suddenly beside you. "Jungkook took Jimin and ran to the car. We need to get out of here as soon as possible or we are all gonne be dead." he spoke quickly while looking around to make sure no one was heading this way. You nodded and looked back for Yoongi who was missing. Your heart beat sped up as you looked around frantically.
"Let's go!" Jin grabbed your arm and hooked it over his shoulders and hoisted you up, trying to carry you while keeping his gun held up in case he has to shoot. The two of you made it to the door unscathed. Bodies lay all across the ground, none of which belonged to your group. You breathed in a sigh of relief.
"Ha!" you heard a laugh and metal clinking to the ground. Yoongi was on his knees and your dad's gun was pointed straight between his eyes. Yoongi's hands slowly raised up in surrender.
"Give it up, Yoongi. You can't just leave South Bend. The only way out is death. Looks like I have the upper hand." your dad cocked the gun and grinned.
You grabbed the gun from Jin's hand and pointed it towards your father and pulled the ttrigger without a second thought. His body dropping to the ground with a thud. You let the gun clink to the ground and your legs gave out. Jin was squatting beside you as you tried to throw up, but nothing coming out from the lack of food and water the past two days.
Jin's arms wrapped around your body as he held you, both of you shaking from the events of the last ten minutes. It felt like a lifetime. "It's okay. It's okay." he kept repeating. You weren't sure if it was to you or to him he was saying it to.
You felt a pair of different arms wrap around you as soon as Jin let go. You looked up and saw Yoongi holding onto you. He was barely touching you in fear of hurting you, but he still held on. You began to cry into his shoulder and he leaned down and kissed your forehead. "Let's go. Let's get out of here." he said. Jin helped him hoist you up from the ground, being extremely careful not to injure you even further. Hoseok and Taehyung were standing by the door, guns still drawn and looking around in case someone else were to show up.
"We have to get them to a hospital." Taehyung said eyeing you up and down.
You shook your head, "No. Jungkook can do it. We go to the hospital they ask questions and cops get involved. We can't. South Bend owns the force. It will do us no good." as much as it pained you to say it, you knew it was true.
Hoseok sighed and rubbed his face with both hands and finally nodded. "Alright. Let's get out of here before someone shows up to check in on these guys." Hoseok led the way to the vehicles. Jungkook in the backseat with Jimin who seemed to be asleep. He started to ask questions but Taehyung shut him down really quick saying he would explain on the way. Your eyes caught one anothers and Jungkook sent you a tiny smile before closing the door. Taehyung got in the drivers seat and Hoseok in the passenger side. They took off out of the industrial park saying they would let you know if the coast was clear to leave.
NJ got in the drivers side of the second vehicle and started it while Jin and Yoongi helped you in the backseat. Jin wanted to sit with you but NJ convinced him to sit up front with him. Your body leaned heavily against Yoongi's. His fingers running through your hair and rubbing your head, trying to alleviate some of the pain that radiated through it.
"THank you." Yoongi said.
"Hmm?" you hummed.
"For saving me. It couldn't have been easy killing your dad." Yoongi murmured.
You stayed silent for a moment before just nodding your head. You could tell them all later. Once you and Jimin were taken care of and were better, you could tell them everything that happened. Until then, you were going to keep it to yourself.
Your eyes travelled out of the window, the sun setting over the horizon spilling oranges and pinks and purples across the sky, giving it a peaceful feeling. Something you hadn't felt in a long time.
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Three years later
"WE'RE GONNA BE LATE!" you shouted down the hallway, stumbling out of your room trying to put on a pair of heels.
"I'm coming!" Yoongi shouted back running out of the bathroom pulling his suit jacket on in a rush. You walked over to him and straightened out his tie before leaning up and giving him a quick kiss.
"Jin will kill me if we are late. Let's get going." you grabbed Yoongi's hand and the two of you left your apartment to get into your car to drive into the city.
You reached the church in record time, you complained to Yoongi the whole way about his slow grandpa driving but you got there on time. The two of you rushed out of your car and ran up the steps. By time you made it into the chapel you were out of breath, and a slight sheen of sweat beading up along your hair line. Jin was standing at the front with his arms crossed and glaring at you.
"Seriously? Why are you two always late." he scolded before walking towards the two of you. He hugged Yoongi briefly before pulling you into a bone crushing embrace.
"Let go! You'll ruin your tux! You can't be looking sloppy for your future husband." you said swatting him on the butt. He stuck his tongue out at you before returning to his spot at the end of the aisle.
"Y/N! Yoongi!" Jimin's voice rang out from behind you and you turned with a grin on your face. Jungkook of course following behind him like a satellite. Ever since Jimin and you were kidnapped, he hasn't left Jimin's side.
You and Jimin walked to your seats together while Yoongi and Jungkook began discussing some business things that you weren't bothering to worry about today. Tomorrow, you could. Today was about Jin and NJ.
"Guess who!" a voice rang from behind you as a pair of hands covered your eyes.
"Hey, Hobi!" you laughed turning in your seat. Hoseok's face turned into a sour pout and he crossed his arms.
"No fair." he whined as your rolled your eyes.
"WHere is Tae'?" you asked.
Hoseok nodded towards where your boyfriend was standing with Jungkook and saw Taehyung with them, discussing what you could only assume was business still. You sighed and shook your head turning back around.
"If everyone could take their seats please!" the pastor spoke up from the altar as the guessts began to file into their chairs. Jimin moved to go sit with Jungkook as Yoongi took his spot. The two of you smiled at one another before the music began.
"This is so lovely." you whispered, looking around in awe at the decorations.
"Not as lovely as you." Yoongi whispered back smiling at you. You nudged him with your shoulder and leaned your head against him.
The ceremony was wonderful. Jin cried and so did you, much to Yoongi's enjoyment. The reception alone was something else entirely. Everyone was drunk and laughs were had all around. It was a different feeling to what you felt three years ago with these people who you now called your family. You had to say though, you wouldn't change anything that happened. It led you to happiness and you weren't letting go of it any time soon.
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Error
Pairings: Jeon Jungkook x Reader
Genre: Scifi, Angst, Robot Au
Words: 4.5K
Description: As requested by anon: “have u seen Vixx Error MV?? can i request a jungkook robot au based on the MV?? something along the storyline about after ur tragic death he couldnt live on without you so he made a robot that looks exactly like you and programmed all their memories they had together into the robot. but the police (well more those ppl in black from the MV lol) finds out about it and take actions. and so now you and her are trying to escape together.”
A/N: First off, I’m just going to say I love Vixx’s Error, and I’ve been wanting to write a robot au for a long time coming. I hope you don’t mind that I added my own little twist to this. Thank you for the request!
Jungkook stares at the humanoid robot positioned in front of him, tracing along every edge and curvature of the android that is an exact replica of the woman he has only able to see in his dreams since the day she left this world. Her eyes remained delicately closed, body rigid and lifeless, but her hair flowed naturally down towards her shoulders, and it reminds him of the exact way it used to flutter in the ocean breeze, the exact way it used to embody the familiar scent of her. He continues to gaze at the rendering machine, eyes flickering with ambiguity and swelling with imminent tears threatening to spill over. He is unsure of himself; uncertain of what he has done, and yet he cannot stop his heart from continuing to call out for someone his mind knows is already gone.
There is a kind of stillness in the room that makes Jungkook wholly hesitate one last time. His head throbs as the tiny voice of reason makes an attempt to crawl forward and awaken him, but he squeezes his skull with his hands, shutting it away before it can convince him to stop while he still can. Part of him knows this is not the answer, but a larger portion of him doesn’t care because he’s too close to stop now. He holds his breath, thrashing in his self-created penitentiary, shaking violently and coercing the voice to go away, and when it finally does, he’s ready to proceed without any more disruptions.
An eerie silence looms as the approaching finale instigates the slow churning rise of apprehension in his chest. He inhales and exhales, gradually calming his stiffened body and proceeds to finish off what he started.
After months of burying himself in the lab--designing, experimenting, and building—driven purely by his grief stricken heart and the determination of a madman, he was finally one step away from completion.
This was it.
He was one step away from bringing you back.
…
9 Months Ago
Whoever came up with the five stage of loss was spewing bullshit.
Jungkook has been stuck in limbo, slipping between the stratums of earth and hell for weeks, and the fact that his therapist kept telling him that time will heal the deepest of wounds was infuriating and maddening because Jungkook doesn’t buy any of it, especially not when he’s fully convinced that he has the ability to bring you back.
“Jungkook, are you sure about this? You understand that it’s illegal right?”
“No one has to find out. You won’t tell the authorities, will you?” Jungkook looks at him intently, eyes burning and desperate, nonverbally begging the older male to keep this secret, to hide it between the two of them for as long as need be. Of all the people in this world, Jungkook trusted Yoongi, and he knew for a fact that Yoongi would never rat him out.
Yoongi looks at the younger male with pitiful eyes and has no choice but to let out a defeated sigh. He knows Jungkook won’t listen to him anyways because any sort of reasoning just ends up going through one ear and out the other. Jungkook is too stubborn, too hopelessly in love with his dead girlfriend to think straight, to accept any kind of consolation offered in hopes of getting him to move on with his life because he still thinks it’s his fault.
That accident was a tragedy, and no one could’ve predicted that semi-truck would collide with his SUV that day. But he still chooses to imprison himself in guilt because he insists he could’ve prevented the unavoidable. And Yoongi can’t fucking stand to see him in pain, he can’t bear to see the kid continue to live in perpetual torment brought on by something that he had no control over, but the whole idea of creating a conscious robot did not sit well with the older male.
Yoongi looks back up at Jungkook, who was still waiting for an affirmative response. At least Jungkook wasn’t crying until his tears ran dry or showing up with sunken cheeks and bloodshot eyes from not being able to eat or sleep for days. He was maybe doing a tad bit better after the tragedy that happened three months ago, and although Yoongi doesn’t know if it’s because of this crazy idea or if he’s actually just moving to the next emotional stage of loss, he figures it’s much better to be trusted by the younger male than to be seen as an enemy so that way he can at least be of aid if worse comes to worst.
“No. I won’t tell anyone.” Yoongi murmurs, sighing once more.
Jungkook’s lips curve into the faintest of smiles, something Yoongi hasn’t seen the lights of in a long time. “Thanks.”
And then he’s gone, disappearing for the next six months.
…
Memory download complete.
Your eyes gently flutter open, squinting as your system adjusted to the artificial lights streaming down from the ceiling. Lost in a confused daze, you take a moment to stabilize, scanning the surrounding area to gain some sort of a footing, so at least you could process how to proceed from here. You don’t really feel anything unbearable, nothing you can’t handle with a bit of buffering from your hard-wired code, that is, until you see him.
Jeon Jungkook
The flood of emotions that washes over you the moment you recognize him instantly is overwhelming, to the point where it’s almost too overpowering to fully comprehend, too much for your system to logically handle, which shouldn’t actually be possible but somehow is. He’s looking at you with anticipation, eyes glittering with the tears he’s trying so hard to hold in.
“Jungkook” You voice, stepping forward and throwing yourself into his arms.
He welcomes your embrace immediately, enveloping you in his arms as securely as he can. Caressing your head as you bury your face into the crook of his neck, like he was afraid you would vanish if he didn’t hold you tightly enough. And it feels familiar; the same way it has felt when he hugged you on multiple occasions in the past, only now, it’s even more desperate, and he’s even more unwilling to let go.
“Y/N” He breathes out in relief and rapture as his tears finally tumble over, streaming down his cheeks and onto your exposed shoulders, and you can feel their warmth, the anguish they carry with them, and you can sense his pain in the most undiluted way. “I’ve missed you so much.”
“I’ve missed you too, Jungkook.” You whisper back despite not being able to understand the precise reason for your response, but seeing him quelled a deeply rooted longing that you are just now becoming hyper aware of. You can fully grasp the cause for his unbearable yearning, the origin of why every inch of his body was conveying elation at the sight of you. However, simultaneously, you felt that there was something important missing, something you didn’t have the means to obtain the link for or find a way to trace it back to the source data.
“You remember me, right?” He pulls away slowly, holding you by the shoulders and searching within your synthetic eyes for that indisputable glint of recognition, the confirmation that his experiment was a success, and he had indeed brought you back. His features are laced with expectancy, and you can tell he’s grappling with the fear that you don’t remember him, and he failed.
You nod your head deliberately, flashing him an endearing smile. “Of course.”
At the sound of your words, he returns the gesture fondly and exhales deeply. “I can’t believe you’re back.” He breathes out, leading you over to the bench and sitting you down beside him. “How do you feel?”
The question catches you off guard, you don’t know why there’s such an opposing mixture of emotions playing inside of you. “Happy to see you.” You blurt out, despite knowing it was a white lie. It hurts, but for some reason you don’t want to tell him that it does.
He smiles again, and the pain within you subsides momentarily. “Me too.”
“I’m sorry I left” The words come out before you’ve made a prediction about the response they would elicit. You aren’t sure if it will work, but you wanted to get one fact straight right away.
A shadow hovers over his irises, and the aching inside of you swells once more. “It was my fault. I should’ve reacted faster.” He lowers his gaze even more. “I wish it was me instead of you.”
You close your eyes, replaying that moment of seeing the girl drenched in blood, lying unconscious in a totaled vehicle, and you understand. You know that you are supposed to be the girl he is longing to see. “No, Jungkook. It’s not your fault. It was an accident, no one could’ve predicted those events to happen that day. And please stop wishing you could’ve taken my place.”
He takes your hand in his, rubbing the back with his thumb in the way you’ve always loved most. “You’re right.” He agrees. “But it doesn’t matter now, you’re here and that’s all that matters.”
His words do not provide you the unadulterated comfort that he intends. They are sincere, but they’re only pieces of the whole that is still broken, and you know it’s only a band aid covering a wound that has not been disinfected. “You’ve been through too much.” You squeeze his hand firmly, leaning your head against his chest just like the way you used.
“Anything for you.” Jungkook doesn’t pay attention to the strange sensation of persuading himself he’s brought you back from the dead. He’s completely fine with allowing his brain to continue tricking himself into thinking you are no different from the girl he lost in that car accident a year ago.
But you on the other hand, are unable to ignore what you perceive to be a miscalculation.
…
“Do you like it?” Jungkook says, walking you into your new bedroom connected to his lab.
You look around at the spacious replica of the old room you shared with him back before you had died, complete with cream colored walls decorated with paintings and photos of the two of you in your happiest moments, a dresser for both of your clothes, your vanity lined with cosmetics and your favorite stuffed animals, his shelf of action figures and comic books, and finally a king-sized bed with white sheets placed directly in the center. It resembled the bedroom from your memories down to the very last detail, and you can’t ignore the bittersweet taste in your heart as you stood there, staring at the visual evidence of Jungkook’s attempt to restore that which cannot be repaired. “You have a very good memory.” You comment.
He laughs for the first time in 12 months, the sound saturating the room strangely foreign to his own ears, but nevertheless completely genuine. “I scanned it and used 3-D printing technology. Piece of cake.”
You throw him a playful grin. “Boastful now, are we?”
“It’s not bragging if it’s the truth.”
“Never heard of that one.” You cock a brow.
Jungkook scratches the back of his neck, realizing it’s been a year since he’s cracked a joke. “It’s been too long, I’ve lost my touch.”
“Well, let’s bring it back then.” You nudge him in the shoulder, and he responds by reaching over and tickling you until you are both squirming on the floor giggling like the good old days.
When the two of you calm down for your laughing fit, you continue to lie on the floor together as Jungkook takes you in his arms once more. And it’s not that you didn’t enjoy being like this with him more than anything else, but the glaring fault line is there again, and it’s cutting into you like shards of glass gripped in the palms of your hands.
“And to think I almost listened when they told me to let you go.” He tilts his head down to look at you, expression unreadable, but you can sense his grip on that shard of glass, and you know he thinks ignoring the blood oozing out of his hand will make the stinging go away because that’s what your system wants you to think as well.
But it’s a lie because the wound is growing deeper.
“It would’ve been less painful.” You tell him, almost wanting to be more adamant about the statement.
He shakes his head. “I’ll never be able to.” He whispers.
The look in his eyes is exactly how you feel when he voices those words. A mixture of emotions that are indescribable except through the endless stories built by all the memories the two of you have shared, and the reality of having a future of infinite possibilities taken away, stolen abruptly so that you are only left with fading pages of a lost life.
You scoot in closer to him and hug him snugly. Taking in every piece of sensory information you are provided in that intimate position. You are listening to every vibration of his body, the sound of his heartbeat, and his calming whispers, and in that instant you can feel yourself inching that much closer to the missing source despite knowing you’ll never reach it.
…
Over the next few weeks, the error that had made itself known since the moment you opened your eyes for the first time is kept at bay through your interactions with Jungkook. From the moment you wake in the morning until the day comes to its inevitable end, he is with you. He is always with you, and the fact that you would never want to have it any other way, makes you feel selfish because you were fully aware that his love for you is more than you deserve. He’s beautiful just like this world he has gifted you the ability to experience, and everything about the days you are allowed to spend with him leaves you breathless even if those ephemeral emotions are artificial. He’s covering your shared wounds with his undying affection until the surface heals while the infection below is allowed to resume spreading beneath the scars, and even though the pain is reduced to a dull throbbing, it never vanishes completely.
But he does it because he can’t let go of you.
And it’s not that Jungkook was very good at hiding his own pain or deceiving himself into trusting that everything was perfect. It was the fact that he had literally become immune to his actions, unable to focus on treating the problem rather than the symptoms. But you completely understand him because he made you feel like your life with him was authentic, existent, and tangible. In his embrace, you are able to set your worries aside temporarily. While listening to his voice you can’t help but believe in his words. Seeing his smile you are gifted the hope that everything can potentially work out. But it wasn’t long before the superficiality of the life you have forced yourself to consider valid is actually counterfeit, and you can never run away from such a fundamental issue.
“Y/N, I have good news!”
“What is it Jungkook?” You turn around to face him as he wraps you in his arms in excitement.
“I’ve figured out how to turn myself into a cyborg.” He announces in an utterly delighted tone that sends your system directly into panic mode.
“What?!” You pull away from him, shaking your head and trying to register his words. “No, why would you do that?”
His smile drops when he realizes your reaction was not the one he had expected to witness. “So we can be together. Isn’t that great?” He peers at you hopefully, waiting for a different response.
Together. For some reason, the word hits you suddenly like a harsh gust of wind that snaps a thick branch off of a tree because you are reminded in that instant of realization that being with him was not right. It was never right to begin with, and no matter how expertly you try to hide your mistake, it always comes back to bite. It is then that the cause of the missing source finally revealed itself, and it only took one decision from him for you to locate the reason for why all of this felt so wrong.
You were not who he assumes you to be, and you do not belong with him in such circumstances.
“Yes, it is” Your voice is detached as you force yourself to agree with him, but Jungkook is too enthusiastic to notice your change in demeanor to read in between the lines. “When will you start?” You inquire, hiding the true motive behind your words.
“Tomorrow” He grins, eyes disappearing only to be replaced by smile lines and a pair of bunny teeth that makes your metal ribcage feel warm, even though it’s not and never will be.
…
There’s an urgent pounding at the door of Jungkook’s lab the next day, right as he is about to render the machine to undergo the transformation.
“Who’s that?” He says to no one in particular, thinking that it was maybe Yoongi coming to check up on him.
You stay silent, watching him closely as he walks towards the door. The trepidation sowing within you is beginning to sprout, but all you can do is wait passively.
“Who-“ Jungkook is cut off as the group of men in black suits forcefully barge in unwelcomed. “Hey!” He shouts as they head straight towards you. “What are you-”
“Grab her!” One of them orders as another man behind him walks up to you and binds both of your arms behind your back.
You scream, but Jungkook is quick to react, sprinting over to your side within a matter of seconds and ripping the suited man off of you.
“We need to get out of here!” He urges, intertwining his hand with yours and making a run for it. You follow as he tugs on your arm, running after him as he keeps your hand gipped firmly within his, and you almost wish you could stay like that forever, that nothing else mattered as long as he was with you.
The two of you run outside, and it’s the first time you feel the warm rays of the sun hit your artificial skin directly. It’s so warm and comforting, a sensation supposedly foreign but so familiar because it’s a physical reminder of all the sunlit days you’ve spent with Jungkook in the past, those from the memories he has gifted you, and it prompts you to momentarily forget that you are running from people who are going to take you away and lock you up because that lovely feeling swelling inside of you is melting everything else away.
“Where are we going?” You shout, keeping your legs moving at the same pace as Jungkook’s.
“The mountains” He replies between raged breaths. “We can hide up there until I figure out a plan.”
You ignore the feeling of guilt that is beginning to nag at you. You hate yourself for putting him through all of this, for continuing to allow him to believe in what the two of you had even though you knew it was wrong. You had known all along. His misjudgment was understandable, but yours wasn't, because your mind was always clear and you’ve always had the power to make things right. You sensed the error in the beginning, and yet you still chose to live in the lie that continues to eat away at Jungkook.
“Don’t worry, Y/N. Everything will be ok. I won’t let them take you away.” His reassuring words hit you like a bucket of ice water and the faint smile tugging at his lips as he turns to glance at you with glassy doe-eyes is a bloodstained dagger jabbing into your chest cavity. And that’s when you realized how much you truly loved him and how unconditionally grateful you were to receive his love despite the circumstances for why he loved you and how flawed everything was, and in that moment you make a promise to yourself that you will end everything and put him out of his misery.
The trail up the mountain is steep, but Jungkook is strong and determined to make it to the top. You watch the trees fly by as the two of you raced though the forest, the sent of musky wood and wild grasses filling your senses and throwing you back to when you and Jungkook had gone camping for the very first time, how happy he was on that day and how that memory seems to only cause him pain now. The contrast only strengthens your resolve, and it wasn’t long before the two of you reach the clearing on the edge of the cliff.
“How could they have found out?” Jungkook shakes his head, covering his face with his hands as he stops to catch his breath. It was impossible, he never let any of the information he was using leak out, and the only other person he told about you was Yoongi. It couldn’t have been him could it?
“I contacted them through my system.” You mumur softly, causing him to freeze in place and his eyes to lift up, meeting yours with growing misunderstanding.
“What?” It comes out as a muted whisper. “You did what?” He takes a step closer and you take one back. “Y/N, why? Why would you tell them?” He rushes up and grips you by the shoulders, examining your body to see if any discernible malfunctions were obvious and he had just been stupid enough to miss it.
You shake your head, fighting your internal system that was trying to convince you what you did was a mistake because it wasn’t, and you knew deep down that you had to do it. “I can’t sit back and watch you ruin yourself any longer.” There are dry tears where real ones should belong in your eyes, and although they don’t stream down your cheek the way they are supposed to, the invisible substance is still able to convey the excruciating agony that has planted itself in the core of your metallic heart. You lift an arm to caress his warm cheek, moistened by his own freshly produced human tears, and he feels so familiar and so endearing that you almost feel alive like her, the missing source that you could never be, and in that infinitesimal second you’re almost able to persuade yourself that despite not being her, you are still real and you have the power to release Jungkook from his self made prison.
So you step back.
Further and further, and it takes all the strength you have to not stop.
“Y/N! NO!!!” He’s screaming, but the world is being drowned out by his desperation. He’s rooted in place, unable to move his numb limbs that are starting to give way. “What are you doing!?” He croaks.
You smile at him one last time before taking the last step towards the edge of the cliff.
“I’m setting you free.”
…
“Listen, Jungkook, I know it’s hard.” Yoongi begins, walking over and settling down on the couch of his apartment next to Jungkook. It had been two weeks since your self-destruction, and Jungkook was finally beginning to wake up.
“I keep making errors” Jungkook shakes his head, balling his hands into fists.
“You’ve only made one error thus far.” The younger male looks up, confused. “Turning her into a robot and thinking that was the equivalent of bringing her back.”
“I thought it worked.” Jungkook’s voice is hollow and empty because he’s not even confident in his own statement.
“I know you programmed her to be identical to Y/N, but she wasn’t Y/N.” Yoongi scoots over quietly and places a tender arm around Jungkook’s shoulder, rubbing his arm calmingly. “You put your memories of her into her, but that’s a completely different standpoint of how Y/N perceived you when she was alive.”
“W-what do you mean? They were memories of us. She knew us. She recognized me.” Jungkook stares off into space, eyebrows furrowing, and head throbbing once more.
“There are two halves of a relationship, two different perspectives that make up the whole.” Yoongi explains. “Those two halves are the same story from opposite points of view. I’m sure she sensed it somewhere along the way, and that’s what made her ultimately destroy herself. She must’ve understood the immense amount of pain you were in and used her artificial intelligence to calculate how to save you.”
“So it would’ve worked if I had somehow used Y/N’s memories instead?”
Yoongi shakes his head sadly. “No matter what you could’ve done, that robot could not have been Y/N. There is only one Y/N in this universe, just like there is only one version of each of us.” Yoongi sighs, pausing to come up with an easier way of looking at the concept. “Look, I don’t want to go into all these theories of what makes us who we are, but I’d like to think there’s much more to us than just flesh, blood, atoms, particles, and even memories. Wouldn’t you also like to think that Y/N was much more than what could be described by ordinary things?”
“Yeah, she was breathtaking and unbelievable in so many ways.”
Jungkook closes his eyes, picturing the last time you smiled at him in the passenger’s seat, how the appearance of your dimples and sparkling eyes made his heart feel so full and warm, like the rays of sunlight that cascade over flowery meadows in the summer and the diamond-like crystals of dazzling snowflakes in the winter. Then his mind drifts over to the you he created with those same memories, the way your artificial features mimicked almost the exact same gesture, making those emotions manifest into tentative form, close enough to feel under the tips of his fingers. And even though it wasn’t the you he had intended to create, he still loved you almost just as much, in almost the exact same way.
“Do you think she loved me?” He asks after a long moment of silence.
“I’m certain they both did.” Yoongi answers.
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#bts fanfic#jungkook scenarios#bangtan bookclub#sfwbangtan#btswriters#jungkook fanfic#bts scenarios#jungkook x reader#it's not as heavy on the scifi as i normally like to go#but i really wanted to focus on the emotions because the mv really embodied that kind of style#i watched it so many times to try and capture that lol#it's not perfect but#hopefully it's ok#thanks for the request!#requested
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ok i wanted to watch the full day4 of mma but its only being uploaded at 4am for me and i caved in and watched the lq bts performance and i just
why do you enjoy making me C RY
so stream of crying consciousness first impression...... stuff
a black swan intro A BLACK SWAN INTRO i mean i kinda wanted them to perform the whole song too but hey
it was way too fucking beautiful to be REAL i am LIVING i love love LOVE how much they leaned into classical and contemporary for black swan its more than i ever expected and i just cry every night into my pillow-
first off i love tae and hoseok as a pairing it doesnt happen often and of the dances black swan could parallel i did not think dna would be one of them but it fucking works and it looks breathtaking
the HEIGHT of taehyungs jump
swan namjin is just majestic and their postures were rly good, jins port de bras was a+; they over prepared a little for the pirouette but it somehow looks rly cute im whippedajfldkf
ok so. OK. oh . jungkook, jimin, oh wow. oh WOW. jikook has had a lot of dance duos over the years and not to be dramatic but it was all leading up to this MOMENT ksdjn. no but ok the water dance was gorgeous and how delicate and yet midly terrifying they manage to look when theyre being carried (amazing sound direction too ) by the backup dancers is so entrancing, and when they finally come together to dance their FREAKING PAS DE DEUX. (bts danced a straight up pas de deux i cant get over it they really did THAT im losing it) anyway when they dance together you can see it even better!!
that bullet was getting too long so, ok, pas de deux is usually danced by a man and a woman (its more common for this to switch it up in contemporary, but still) , and even though it takes a lot (like a fucking lot) of strenght to maintain the various poses and steps while youre being lifted(usually women), in ballet its a Thing to not let it show and appear as delicate and effortless as possible. so a lot of people who dont dance get the impression that whoever is lifting is doing the most work, but! thats not true, aND. jimin somehow manages to portray all that strenght while still being tear inducingly delicate. the sequence is sharp, delicated, jagged and desperate and jikook are PERFECT for it, bc their individual dance styles have always been so good at balancing sharp/delicate and intense.
jimins extensions are, as usual, absolutely thight and in full display. their position for the lift turn was perfect. it was so gorgeous
the final swan pose was so so so so beautiful i loved that formation. bts rly has some of the best designed (like, idk how to say this in english, but literally ‘desenhada’ ‘drawn’) transitions formations and poses. their choreographies are so teatrical, every stop is a painting and i love it. jin just delivers the final blow w the final arms and releasing the bird... mercy
speaking of which the stage design here.................. exquisite
and last but suddenly not least, the backup dancers did the MOST, mad mad props. that bridge drop before jimin first appears might genuinely war with ot7s dancing for most beautiful part of the intro
so. like. i really love black swan idk if it is noticeable.
THE STAIRS FOR ON THE NO STAIRS AAAA AND THE N;O STAIRS AND POSES AND INSTRUMENTALSSSSS
their STYLING. insane.
ON you beautiful bitch i missed you . you deserved to have been so BIG UGHSJDFN
is it just me or does on feel simultaneously shorter and more INTENSE
the purple mappp :((( and armys making up bts photo oh my GOD:((( ;;o;;
since its very unlikely they would have released anything outside of mots7 this year were it not for covid, their final performances would probably be n.o, black swan and on, maybe with wabte. im kinda sad now
but now for long, quarantine savior life goes on is here 🥺🥺🥺
life goes on is so good live its ... ugh
how SOFT their faces went in yoongis verso tho
its a bangtanarmy world
they did the PAH
dynamite quarantine bop lets go
uhHHHhhHh hoseok?? this VELVET FIT. JHSRKDKJS
taejoons talk the talk that was SO CUTE. ILLEGAL
they look so happy and energetic i love to see it
dynamite has such a fun choreo. its their simplest one since.... just one day, probably, but they make it SO engaging
also the way their suits change color is MAGICAL
jin air kisses into the dance break? yEs
THIS DANCE BREAK. ITS PURE DISCO OH MY GOD OH My GoD DISCO QUEEN DYNAMITE!!! U DID THAT . the vibez are absolutely exquisite , dare i say........ GROOVY
super fast footwork and their delivery is so suave and cool holy shit im hypnotized ; that little HEAD BOP on the suspended kick - . like this dance is brimming with personality i love it so much
hoseoks subtle roboting just adds that Something to it ,
his style is so interesting to me bc like, usually street styles use a lower posture, heavier/sharper finishes, and are visually bolder styles of dancing, highlighting the impact of the steps (i wish i could explain what i mean better but im not super familiar with street styles ughfgfd ) . as opposed to contemporary/jazz/ballet etc but hoseoks style is like a hybrid lately, its very light, almost like hes floating across the stage (voguings a street style that has that lighter higher disposition, but hoseok doesnt rly vogue afaik.... someone once noted, that, interestingly, thats also the core logic of classical dancing and that creates such an interesting contrast in a way that is different but parallel to the way jimin also likes to create that type of contrast in his dancing?? ugh yes.)
and anyway, he manages to be so fluid and light and still so sharp and this choreography highlights that soooo well. his footwork and his extensions when hes leading the dance line- chefs kiss . also that hat and that suit . thank you bh
their linesssssss cries
jimins high kick tumble cries the 70s just kicked me in the face + the synced jump the others do just as he kicks a+++++
they are so synchronized . like they usually are, but it looks even more satisfying here
this dance break..... i didnt think dynamite would do this for us, but its among my favorites
taehyung is made for This
2seoks suits are driving me feral
was just talking to a friend today abt how i thought back in 2016 that no one could top that mama performance, not even bts themselves......... ha . hahahah ha.
bangtan. never. disapoints.
#m.#STREAM OF CONCIOUSNESS BC IM GOING THRU IT#IT JUST INSPIRED ME#goddddddd bangtan#and mind you i havent even watching in hd yet akjfngnmdsm#kal
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Angel in the Darkness (M) pt.6
Summary: After a patient urgently pleads you to go and help a friend of his, you naively agree to it. Little did you know, that you would get more than what you agreed to, when he leads you to a brothel, to help a dangerous prostitute named Jeon Jungkook.
Pairing: Jungkook x Reader (ft. Jin, but not romantically)
Genre: Smut (M), angst, mafia!au, prostitution!au
A/N:This is a dark and filthy story! Graphic descriptions of sex (masturbating, cum play, oral, etc), heavy dom/sub undertones, drug use, vulgar language use……(alot of smut comes in later) This is a mature read! You have been warned!
part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | part 8 | part 9 | part 10 | part 11 (final chapter)
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“Ughh” Jin grunts, as he dumps the heavy bagged object on the ground. He turned around, when he heard another thud, from where his youngest brother dropped another bag.
“Does it not bother you?” the 16yr old Jungkook, choked out. His doe eyes were shot wide open, as he stared with immense guilt at the large objects on the ground. He was clenching his fists, afraid that he may break if he looked at his eldest brother.
Jin, honestly didn’t know how to deal with Jungkook. It was always normal to feel bad after completing their father’s tasks, but eventually you’d have to get used to it. But for some reason, Jungkook was never able to become immune to his emotions.
He let out a frustrated sigh, as he looks at his little brother, “Of course it does. You just have to get used to it.”
“Used to this? H-how can anyone live like this?” the boy shakes, trying to control his anger.
“Jungkook, it’s out of our hands. We must always follow father’s orders.”
“How could you even refer to him as a father?! You know what kind of man he is! You know what he did to all of our mothers…” he sobs.
Jin was losing his composure as the boy continued. He knew their father was a vile human being, who was most likely the human form of the devil himself, but he just had to accept it. Every one of his six brothers came to terms with that, except Jungkook. He was different from the rest.
“That doesn’t matter. When will you grow up and stop behaving like an emotional brat?” Jin yells, trying to make the younger calm down.
“Doesn’t matter?!?” Jungkook screeches. He then points to the many bags littered on the ground. “How can anyone be okay with that! How can you feel no guilt over this! Over what we’ve done!”
Jin stays silent, not knowing how else to make his brother relax. This just irritates the younger though, so he tearfully bends down to one of the bags on the ground. He unzips it, to reveal a lifeless body inside.
“This doesn’t matter to you?!?!”
“Jungkook…”
“No! Look around Jin! There’s hundreds of bodies here in these bags. How can you keep living like this?”
“There’s no point in grieving, we can’t change the past. They’re already dead.”
“Because father ordered us to kill them! Their blood is on our hands! Can’t you see?! We’re murderers!” Jungkook cries out. “And then he makes us smoke that shit to cover up the smell! I don’t think I can ever get rid of the stench of the rotting flesh.”
He couldn’t do this anymore. No matter how fucked up his life was already, he couldn’t continue this path. He didn’t know how Jin was able to keep doing this; the inhumane demands of their father. But he had surely had enough of it.
The silence is shattered by Jungkook’s wavering voice, “I can’t do this anymore.”
Jin turns to look at him, and see’s that his eyes are bloodshot red, and tears streaming down his face. He sighs, but asks him sternly “And what do you mean by that?”
“I mean…” he trails off, before taking a deep breath, “that I’m leaving here, for good.”
Jin stays silent momentarily, before he breaks out into a mocking laugh. “Are you insane? Do you really think you can escape from him?”
“I don’t care, I can’t take this anymore!”
“Then you’ll have to get used to it. It’s who we are!”
“Being a puppet for him?!?” Jungkook wails mournfully. “Smuggle drugs? Illegal crimes? Kill innocent people? That’s who we are, right?”
“Yes. You must accept it already! Do you think me, Yoongi, Hoseok, Namjoon, Jimin, or Taehyung like what we do?”
Jungkook glares towards him, at the mention of his other siblings. “Yes! None of you show any remorse!”
“That’s because we mask those petty emotions. We all have to deal with father’s shit, so why are you being so fucking difficult?”
“Because…” he closes his tearful eyes in pain. “I take after my mother, and she would never have wanted me to become like this.” Jungkook then turns around, heading towards the door.
Jin knows there’s no point in trying to convince his little brother to stay, so he regretfully watches as he leaves the place they called home… forever.
~~~~~
“Go harder!” the middle aged woman, panted breathlessly. She was lying on Jungkook’s bed, in room number 10.
Jungkook tried his best to stop his face from cringing too hard, whenever she would let out a high-pitched moan as he thrusted into her.
Working at the brothel this past couple of weeks, has become increasingly difficult for him. Ever since that night he took you to that bar, and you slept at his place; he couldn’t get his mind off you. He would find himself trying to get more breaks, just to message you, and purposely try to edge his clients to spend less time with him, so he could spend more time with you.
You two had gone out for coffee many times after that night. Much to Jungkook’s protest, you managed to convince him to come to the area you lived, so you could go for coffee, instead of alcohol.
Even if Jungkook didn’t like a client, he still didn’t mind doing them sexual favours, since he liked intimacy. He liked having sex; it always felt good. So that’s why he had no problem following all his customers commands with ease. But ever since you came into his life, he started to find it difficult.
He found himself not enjoying the feeling of being inside random people anymore, as he slowly started to long for you instead. He wanted your touch. But he knew not to push you, which made him crave for you even more.
Every time you would meet up to have coffee with him, or just walk around the city, he would always put his hands on you. Even when you two weren’t walking around the red-light district, he would still wrap his arm around your waist. You were just so amusing, and different. No one could make him smile, like you made him. But that truly worried him though, because he knew; he was falling for you.
“C’mon go faster Kookie!” the woman beneath him shouts, breaking his train of thought.
Jungkook looked down at the panting female, and just wanted this session to end already. How could he go faster, if he literally didn’t even want to be inside this person? She wasn’t unattractive per say, but he just couldn’t focus, as you were constantly preoccupying his mind.
Maybe if I just closed my eyes and imagine it was Y/n… he thought mentally. He then follows his thoughts actions, and started to imagine you laying beneath him instead. He focused on the feeling of his dick surrounded by your drenched walls, your long hair fanned out on the bed, your cheeks a rosy pink as he would whisper sinful words, and you would cry out as he ruthlessly thrusted into you… Ohh yes, that’s something he would die to experience.
He could almost cum on the spot, just to the imagination of it, until the woman squawked a moan. The sound instantly brings him out of his fantasy, which makes his mood turn sour.
My lord, does this woman have a fucking mouth.
She lets out another piercing scream as he thrusts again, so he decides to put a hand over her mouth. She looks up at him confused, as he muffles her voice.
“Your moans sound like a dying banshee,” he says emotionlessly, as he continues to thrust into her.
If she had any complaints, he didn’t care, and just continued to robotically jam into her. He brings his free hand down to rub her clit, so she could reach her high already.
This continues for another two minutes, before he could feel her walls clench down on his dick, as she muffles an extra loud scream.
The only problem was; he himself didn’t reach his peak yet. That was the biggest problem he was facing these past couple of weeks. He couldn’t get himself hard enough with anyone, because he wanted you only. So he pulls his cock out of her, and removes the unsoiled condom. She marvels at the sight, as Jungkook grabs his length. He points it towards her mouth, demanding;
“Now suck.”
~~~~~
You were currently waiting in the lobby of the brothel Jungkook worked at. He convinced you to come and watch a movie with him, and you were excited about that. These past couple of weeks you’ve spent hanging out with him, really did make you happy; he made you happy.
He was extremely charming, arrogant, cocky, yet had a caring side, which you loved. He was different than other people, and you were grateful Jin told you to meet him. That being said, you were still clueless about who Jin and Jungkook really were, as they still hid many secrets from you. As the weeks passed, you also noticed Jin looking more and more stressed, which worried you. When you’d question him, he would just smile and tell you that eventually he’ll spill the truth.
You were just so lost; what were you supposed to do? Jin originally told you to go and help Jungkook, but help him with what? He said that he could be in harm, but in what way?
You’re still deep in thought, before the receptionist speaks up, “Miss Y/n, Kookie’s last session of the day is over now.”
Getting up with a smile, you thank her, before heading down to his room number.
Your excited to see him, since you’ve been busy this past couple of days with work and school. So, this is just what you needed it.
You’re still walking down the brightly lit halls, when you see a woman come out of Jungkook’s room. You continue heading towards there in silence, and as the women passes you, you notice that she was very pretty, and looked extremely sophisticated. She completely ignored your presence, but you couldn’t help but notice that it looked like there was a bit of a thick, white substance in her hair.
She probably forgot to rub in her hair gel… weird.
You reach his room, then knock gently three times. There’s a bit of shuffling, till you hear the door unlocking to reveal the devilishly handsome Jungkook. He was wearing a large white t-shirt, with distressed blue jeans, which allowed you to see his popping thigh muscles.
Jungkook bites his lip at your appearance; you wore a black long sleeve shirt, tucked into a pair of flowy black shorts. It had a floral design on it, and it could’ve almost been mistaken for a mini skirt.
“Come in, I’ll just be a sec.”
You walk in, and go to sit at his bed. He rushes towards his washroom, leaving you alone for a couple of seconds. The bed was already made, but you noticed the same white substance that was in that woman’s hair, was also splattered a bit on the bed sheets.
You inspect it closer, before you realize and stand up hastily. What if it’s his… oh my god.
You were so flustered that you didn’t even acknowledge Jungkook come out of his bathroom. He walked straight up to your standing position, and looked to where your attention was at. He saw you blushing furiously at the white stickiness on his bed.
“Sorry about that. I told her to swallow all of it, to leave no mess. But she kept choking on my dick, so she couldn’t.”
Too much information! Oh my god, I completely forgot how shameless and open he could be!
“O-ohh,” you stutter in reply.
Jungkook smirks at your bothered state, then goes to intertwine his hand around yours, leading you out. “Why are you blushing so much? You haven’t seen cum before?”
“N-no…”
“Oh… that’s because you’re a virgin, right?”
Why must he keep bringing that up!!?
“Well, that’s okay. Soon you’ll get used to it, when I get to cum inside you.”
OH DEAR LORD GIVE ME STRENGTH!
“Uhh baby steps!” you choke out embarrassed.
He squeezes your hand harder, with a little laugh. “You’re just too funny to tease, Y/n.”
~~~~~
“So what movie are we going to watch?” you ask curiously, while sitting in the passengers seat of his expensive car.
“I don’t really know,” Jungkook confesses, trying to keep his eyes solely on the road.
He literally couldn’t keep his vision off of you. Even though you wore a rather simple outfit, you just looked so incredibly hot to him, while you tried to consciously tug your shorts down.
Fucking hell, I’m getting hard just looking at her.
“Does that mean we’ll just decide on one, once we get to the theatres?”
Ughh, even her voice is having an effect on me. Shit!
“Well, we aren’t watching a movie there,” he smirks.
Huh? Where else would we watch one? You glance at his smirking look, and ask him “Where are we gonna watch one, then?”
“At my place.”
What? You haven’t visited his apartment since the last time, after that bar. You experienced your first kiss that night with him, and literally slept in the same bed as him! Thus, you were a bit nervous to go back.
“What’s wrong? You don’t wanna go there?”
“N-no! Its fine!” you squeak out quickly. “I just… you should’ve told me before that you wear planning that.”
Jungkook continues to smirk cheekily, “Ahh well, I wanted to keep it a surprise. Especially considering what happened the last time you came over.”
You’re sure your face is bright red, as you feel yourself burn at the memory of being wrapped up into his arms. It was starting to become way to hot in the car, so you move your hand to blast up the A/C.
He smiles at your flustered state, and then goes to put his right hand on your left thigh.
You both jolt at the contact, as this was the first time he could actually feel the smooth expanse of your bare thigh.
“Its my first time seeing you wear something so short.”
You’re momentarily afraid he could hear your heart thumping deadly fast, before you stutter a reply. “U-uhh yea, it was way to hot to wear long pants today.”
He gives it a squeeze, and rubs his hand against it. Damn, I need to control myself.
Clearing his throat, he says “I like it.”
You just awkwardly nod your head in reply, not trusting your voice at that moment.
Another 10 minutes pass, before he pulls up to his apartment building. You both get out, and walk towards the building together.
The ride in the elevator was silent, and you noticed Jungkook was not looking at you while he stood across from you.
That’s weird, I would assume he would always want to stand beside me, like usual. You look as he grips the metal railings tightly, and his fringe was covering his eyes. It looked almost as if he was gritting, trying to restrain himself from something.
The elevator stops, and the doors ‘dings’ open, before you could ask him if there was something bothering him. He doesn’t say anything as he lets you exit first, and chooses to follow closely behind you, instead of walking side by side.
You can’t help but feel slightly conscious, as you could sense his dark eyes staring at your back.
Jungkook kept quiet as he watched you walk towards his apartment room. He looked you up and down, licking his lips. The subtle sway to your nicely curved hips as you walked, was driving him insane. He was tempted to go and stick his hands down your shorts, grabbing a big handful of your ass.
Control yourself, dammit!
As you were both approaching the door, he started to feel quite uneasy. Maybe it was a mistake to bring you back to his apartment. He was trying so hard to control himself, but these weeks with you were taking a deep toll on him. He has never been so physically and mentally attracted anyone before, even your little smiles would be enough to make his heart jump a little. He wanted you, so very badly.
And as you two finally reached his door, you felt as if something may happen tonight; you just didn’t know what.
He watched you hesitantly walk in, when he unlocked the door to his home. But unknowingly to you, his thoughts were clouded of the explicit fantasies he wished to act upon. And as he locked the door behind him, while looking at your stiff frame, he lustfully thought;
Maybe it was time to forget those baby steps.
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hi writer-unnie~ (?) ahaha idk if im older or younger than you or if youre a girl or a guy but anywayyyyy i wanted to request a imagine if the boys hit y/n without intent during and arguement. i have a friend in a really toxic relationship ;;A;; thanks so much love you and your blog!
Hello you lovely thing! I am in fact a girl, but I’m not sure if I’m an unnie, ahaha~ I really do think you should get your friend some help and get them away from that toxic relationship ASAP! That poor friend ;;O;;
Also this one will contain swearing so if you don’t likey just substitute the words to nicer ones
JUNGKOOK - The loud sound of hand against cheek resonated throughout the lounge room. Then it was filled with silence.
“…``
You immediately held your hand to your cheek, tears forming at the ducts of your eyes.Jungkook’s mouth hung wide open, holding his hand in shock.He had just slapped you.You were both arguing over the fact that you two didn’t spend enough time with each other due to your conflicting schedules… but you’d never think it’d go as far as him hitting you.
“Y/N… I-I…``
He took a step towards you, his hand slowly reaching out to you. Upon seeing his hand, you flinched and shoved him away immediately.
“Leave.“
You trudge into your room, your hands still cupping your cheek. The loud slam of your room door was heard distinctly. The youngest was left standing in the middle of the lounge room soullessly. His head hung down with shame. Then his head flung upwards to the ceiling as he shouted mindlessly and walked out of your house with rage.
You sat in your room, your legs huddled into your chest as you heard nothing but silence after.
TAEHYUNG - A sound, like the crack of a whip filled your kitchen, followed by a whimper which seemed to escape your lips.Taehyung was never the one to resort to violence. But now here you both were, at each other’s throats over what seemed like a constantly growing argument.Your eyes helplessly looked up at your boyfriend. Just a second ago, you were this huge ball of flaming anger, and just that one hit reduce you to a mere speck of dust.His eyes widened and glazed with tears as did yours. You pressed your hand to your cheek, drawing your attention from anything other than him. You felt his warmth approach you and his arms wrap around you. You quickly nudge his body away and your lip trembles as you look back at him.
“Y-You need to leave, T-Taehyung.” You never used his name like that.
“B-But…”
“Leave!” Your eyes flashed angrily and sadly.He was taken aback by your sudden tone, as he lowered his head in shame and walked out of the kitchen.You stayed standing in the kitchen until you heard your front door close.
He had left.
JIMIN - “I don’t understand why you’re overreacting Jimin! Youngjae is just a friend! Nothing is freakin’ going on!”
“Oh, so now you’re going to lie to my face Y/N?! I have two bloody eyes and ears! There’s obviously something going on!”
“I don’t want to hear your nonsense Park Jimin, why can’t you just trust me you idi—”
A white light flashed before your eyes and a searing pain was felt in your cheek. You quickly brought your hand up to your face. Your cheek was pulsating with pain.
“What did I…” Jimin’s hand trembled. You fell to the ground on your knees and rubbed your cheek, forcing back your tears.
“Y/N… I’m so sorry jagi…” He knelt down beside you, attempting to console you.
“Don’t call me that.” You snapped, hitting his hand away. He flinched in pain but persisted.
“Y/N… please… I didn’t—”
“Park Jimin, I don’t want to your disgusting face again.”
Those words brought a hurt expression to his face.
“No… Y/N… you don’t mean that.”
You stood up and towered over him, still tending to your burning cheek.
“Get out of my fucking house you monster!``
You scream with a sob and a choke.Tears streamed down Jimin’s face as he slowly backed towards the front door. He took one last look at you.You gave him a teary but hard glare. He got the message. He wiped his nonstop tears and turned the door knob, opening the door and exiting your house. The door quietly creaked close.
``Good riddance…”
NAMJOON - “Well you’re not very fucking smart Y/N. So I don’t see the point in arguing with me when you know your fucking wrong.”
“You did not just call me stupid. You’re such a jerk! You may be good at English but the way you use your words is fucking trash!”
A pain like wildfire suddenly spread across your face along with a loud cracking sound.You stumbled back into the couch from impact and your back hit the foot of the couch.
“I-I…” You couldn’t speak. You choked on your surprised sobs as Namjoon clenched his fist.
“Are you okay?!” He didn’t know how to react, so his feet were planted in his spot.
“Y-Yeah, fine thanks. C-Considering that my helpful ass b-boyfriend isn’t even h-helping me.” You get up slowing, letting the cool air hit your stinging cheek.
“Y/N… look, I’m sorry.” He says calmly.
“Yeah, it fucking shows you jerk.” You grab your backpack from the couch and walk towards the door.
“Where are you going?” He says, slightly irritated.
“Away from you.” You grab the door handle and swing the door open, coming in contact with the cold air.
“Goodbye Namjoon.”
HOSEOK - Hobi, like Taehyung, is also not one to be very violent towards his loved ones. But that day he just lost control.You hit the ground from his surprisingly strong hit. His face was red and veins were popping from his neck. He was breathing heavily and his eyes were dilated. It wasn’t until you began to cry softly and tuck your head between your knees that he snapped out of his anger trance.
“Yah! Y/N, yeobo! What have I— I’m so…” He exclaims, rushing to you, as he helps you up. You try to push him away from his embrace, but his grip tightens on you.
“Please… don’t leave… I didn’t mean it Y/N…” You felt his tears drip down onto your own face, causing you to cry harder. You absolutely hated when Hoseok cried.You wailed into his shirt as you pressed your burning cheek into his chest.You wanted to leave him and get as far away as possible, but at the same time, you didn’t want to leave his arms. You had no strength to break free from his grip, so you just stay there limp, letting your blank face take over your expression as tears kept streaming down.
“I’m sorry yeobo… please forgive me sweetness…”
Eventually, you both moved over to the couch and fell asleep with Hoseok nesting you in his arms, both your cheeks stained with tears of the residing argument.
YOONGI - You began to leave his house, walking into the foyer.
“Don’t you dare fucking walk away from me Y/L/N Y/N!” Yoongi called angrily, following you.You pivot on your heel and turn to face him.
“Don’t follow me you stupid jerk! I… I hate you!”
On instinct from hearing those words, Yoongi’s hand met your cheek to shut you up.You gasp and stare at Yoongi in disbelief.He gave you a stern look and folded his arms.
“Oh, so I had to fucking hit you so you could stop?” He growls, glaring at you.Your lip wouldn’t stop trembling but you kept a straight face.
“No, you had to hit me for this conversation to be over.” You turn back to the door, your back faced to him. “Don’t call me, don’t message me, don’t send me SNOW photos or go to my house.``
You angrily flung the door open and leave. You walk down the front steps, letting your tears finally flow free. You heard glass break followed by an angry shout.
``Serves you right…”
JIN - Maybe he had the right to. You were all up in his space.
“Have a little respect for yourself Seokjin!” You spat angrily. You had seen him hanging out with some other female idols, especially Sowon.
“You’re the one lecturing me about respect? Look who’s all up in my face.” He retaliates. “Give me some space Y/N. I didn’t do anything wrong. I didn’t know it was illegal to have female friends…” He muttered.
“Not when the friends you pick are nothing but flirts towards you.” You accuse, sticking a finger in his chest.
Jin growled as he faced his back towards you.
“Oh so now you’re going to give me the silent treatment? Sometimes I think Jungkook is older than you—”
He turned around faster than light. It almost happened in slow motion. An echoing sound of his hand coming in contact with your cheek, followed quickly by a scorching pain.You heard an audible gasp from Jin, as he brought his hands up to cover his mouth, baffled.
“No no no no… Y/N… I didn’t mean to do that… I thought…” He ran his hands through his hair and rubbed his neck stressed as he tried to get you to face him.You back away from him and let out a scoff, as tears spilled from your eyes.
“Out of everyone I trust, I didn’t think you of all people would hit me.” You drag your sleeve across your eyes and eye Jin dangerously. “All you talk about is honour and family and friends but you hit your own partner.” You get up hurriedly and grab Jin’s bag, throwing it at him.
“Get out you hypocrite.”
Jin holds his bag half-heartedly.“Jagiya…”
“No. We’re not doing that Seokjin. Go.”
Knowing not to anger you any further he nods, bows then leaves your house.
“I’m sorry… and I love you Y/N…”
Oh mah gawh this made me have ultimate feels, why anon? Why must you hurt me like this…??? Sorry for the sudden use of cursing
Also I like how this turned out so maybe a pt 2???
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Roses & Thorns | Chapter 16
Genre: Hybrid!AU, fluff, angst
Pairing: Hybrid!OT7 x Female!Reader | Alpaca!Seokjin, Panther!Yoongi, Fox!Hoseok, Wolf!Namjoon, Bear!Jimin, Tiger!Taehyung, Bunny!Jungkook
Summary: Y/N is a rehabilitator of hybrids who have been abused or being sold for auction. It’s an illegal thing to do, but she feels strongly that this is the right thing. For many years, she has saved hundreds of hybrids who have needed her help, even for her young age, and six of them decided to stay with her. Namjoon, who was the second saved, initiated an intimate relationship, which Taehyung, who was the first saved, wanted in on. Over time, some of the hybrids that came after the two wanted to join in on the relationship. Now, Y/N has saved a very rare fox hybrid named Hoseok, who is very curious and even more broken. He has the choice to stay with these people and maybe join their relationship or move on to a rehabilitated district where he can have a life of his own. What will he choose?
Warning: Mentions of Abuse, Sexual Assault, Suicide & Mental Illness! Read with Caution <3 | Suggestions of Smut? (I’m not good at writing smut, so it’s just implied… ^_^); Profanity; GORE!!
Word Count: 1,594
Chapter 1 // Chapter 2 // Chapter 3 // Chapter 4 // Chapter 5 // Chapter 6 // Chapter 7 // Chapter 8 // Chapter 9 // Chapter 10 // Chapter 11 // Chapter 12 // Chapter 13 // Chapter 14 // Chapter 15 // Chapter 17 // Chapter 18 // Chapter 19 // Chapter 20 [FINAL] //
Author’s Note: Welcome to Chapter 16! Please let me know what you think of this chapter, I love getting feedback! I hope you enjoyed it!!! ^_^
Hoseok, Taehyung, and I carefully walked further from the auction center, people screaming and alarms blaring. When we arrived at the safe spot, Namjoon and Jin were no where to be seen. Panic seized my heart as I desperately looked around.
“Jin? Namjoon?” I whispered, when I heard the cock of a gun. I twisted around to see a buff man with a shotgun pointed straight at me. Taehyung and Hoseok growled low, panic rolling through my heart.
“Looking for your hybrids, huh?” He asked, smirking.
“What did you do?” I growled, making him roll his eyes.
“Shut up! Jinwoo wants to see you,” He said, eyeing me.
I sighed, walking closer to him. I grabbed the barrel of the shotgun, pushing it up as he pulled the trigger. My ears began to ring, and I tried to keep my balance. I pushed my leg out, kicking him in the stomach as he toppled over. I took out my own gun, but the man kicked up his foot, knocking it out of my reach. I lunged for it, but he got a hold of my leg, dragging me back just as my hand touched the handle, dragging it with me. The man got on top of me, lifting his fist, but I pulled up my gun and pulled the trigger.
Everything slowed down in that moment. The man was so still, eyes wide in what looked like fear and pain. My heart was beating so fast, it’s a wonder no one else could hear it hit my rib cage. The man toppled over on me, and I tried to hold back a scream as I pushed him off, his lifeless body landing next to me. I squeaked as I kicked away from him, eyes wide. I felt arms lift me up and make me face him and saw the panicked look on Namjoon’s face.
“Are you alright?” He asked, but it only sounded like a whisper. I looked down at my shirt, noticing blood that wasn’t my own before looking back at him, trembling in his grip.
“I killed someone,” I said, but it was muffled. My eardrums were fried from the gun shot.
“It was defense,” Jin said from behind me. “We went to hide when we saw him heading over here, and that’s when you came.”
“We gotta go,” Taehyung said. Hoseok was clinging to Tae, both had tears streaming down their faces. They were always lovers, not fighters, so this had to affect them as much as it did me.
“Let’s go home. Y/N, can you walk…?” He asked me, but I felt numb.
“I killed someone,” I repeated, eyes so wide they might as well have popped out of my head.
“I’ll carry her, you carry Jin,” Hoseok said, wiping his tears and lifting me, making me cling to him as he ran.
When we arrived back at Emily’s place, she was horrified by our states. Her own hybrids could smell the blood from a mile away. Namjoon put Jin down, making him shout in pain. He was shirtless, cuts surrounding his entire body. Emily’s hybrid Woojin immediately began to examine him, and I sprinted up the stairs, going to the nearest bathroom and stripping my clothes. I turned on the shower as hot as I could handle and scrubbed my body raw.
Shortly after, I heard the door open and in walk Namjoon, who I tried to ignore. Another shadow entered and noticed the striped tail as Taehyung.
“Y/N, are you okay?” Tae asked, and I let out a broken sob.
“No. I killed someone, Tae,” I said, scrubbing my stomach where the man’s blood touched me.
“Baby, you defended yourself…” Namjoon said.
“You defended us,” Tae choked out. I shut the shower off, opening the curtain and walking to a fresh pair of clothes that they must have brought. I quickly changed, putting my wet hair in a bun and staring at them, tears streaming down my face.
“I took a life with my own hands. It goes against everything I’ve been preached about. I know he was bad, and he would have killed us, but I’m just a bit shaken,” I said, making Namjoon reach out and kiss the top of my head.
“Hobi and Jin know where Jimin is…. The men said something about going back to the circus where he belongs…. That Jinwoo had a deal with his old owner,” Tae whispered, kissing the side of my head.
“Then we need to leave, now,” I said, wide eyed.
“You’re right. Emily said the circus leaves in a few hours,” Namjoon said, making me walk past him and downstairs, where Hoseok and Jin’s wounds were being treated. Hoseok tried to stand, but I put my hand up.
“You stay here with Jin,” I said, but before he could complain, Taehyung stepped in.
“Hobi, please. It’ll be easier with just three of us and won’t gain attention,” Tae said, walking over and pecking his lips. “Please, Jin needs you right now. You both went through the same experiences….”
“Go, Jimin doesn’t have much time,” Jin choked out, pain written all over his face as he gripped Hoseok’s hand. “He was always a shy bear… I hate to think about what he’s going through.”
“Please, come back safe…” Hoseok said, kissing each of our lips.
We were on the outskirts of the circus grounds, the cages in sight. I saw the ring leaders chatting and laughing the entire time, and I couldn’t help but growl. Namjoon and Taehyung were listening and smelling for Jimin, no doubt getting distracted by all the other hybrid smells. At the auction, each hybrid was in a closed room so it was easier, here they’re all outside.
“I can hear him,” Tae finally said, his ears flattening to his head, a growl escaping his lips. “He’s crying.”
“Where is he, Tae?” I whispered, looking around. Tae took a moment to look around, and I spotted a cage being pulled to the front by a truck.
“There,” He whispered, pointing. I stared, squinting my eyes to attempt to see better in this night. It was late, but exhaustion hasn’t hit me just yet.
I watched the driver get out and walk to a man who was waving his arms at some guards, about three of them. It was Jinwoo, and he looked unhappy. I winced as I saw him begin hitting Jimin’s cage, and Jimin crawl to the corner, every wince he made breaking my heart.
“He’s naked,” Namjoon growled, stepping forward but I grabbed him back.
I watched the guards go around the cage, big guns in hand as Jinwoo invited the ring leaders into the tent. I nodded to my boys, and we began to follow the forest line to the front of the vehicle. We sprinted through the shadows, hitting the front of the car, our backs to the grill.
“Tae, crawl under the car, see if there’s an emergency door underneath… Joon and I will take care of the guards,” I whispered, making him nod and begin to crawl under.
I watched one man go into the tent where I believe the others were. Another man was walking near me, and I quickly grabbed him, pulling him down. Namjoon took his head in his hands, cracking his neck, making me stare in horror.
“I told you. Defense,” He said, unphased. He gave a small smile, nodding.
“Joonie, you just—” I was cut off by a gasp, making me look up to see another man staring at us, gun pointing at us.
“Stand up,” He shouted, making me wince and hold up my hands, slowly standing along with Namjoon, who stood in front of me. He was the only one left, and I could hear the cage hit the ground hard, as if someone had undone where it hooked to the truck.
“What the?” He started, but I brought my hand against his gun, throwing it out of his hand.
I brought an open palm to his nose, listening to it crack. I heard the truck start up behind me and Tae shout my name. Just as Jinwoo ran out, I hopped onto the side of the truck, Taehyung driving away. Namjoon was in the passenger seat, and Jimin was no longer in the abandoned cage. I put my feet through the open window, a pair of arms gripping my legs to steady me. I saw Jinwoo glaring at me, clearly angry at my actions, and I put up my middle finger up at him before ducking into the vehicle.
Jimin was there, and it looked like he had been beaten to a pulp. His eye was swollen shut, his lips having a small cut and a longer cut running from his forehead to his cheek. He was still naked, and I quickly took off my jacket, putting it around him. It was cold outside, and it’s a wonder how he wasn’t sick. Tears streamed down his good eye as he hugged me, his face burying into my neck. His ears tickled my cheek, and I noticed a gnarly cut in one of them.
“I knew you’d come back for me…” He whispered, breaking my heart.
“You’re a part of this family, we weren’t just going to leave you,” I whispered back, kissing his injured ear. I have five of my boys with me now, so that only leaves Yoongi and Jungkook… They’re probably the strongest, next to Namjoon, so I just hope they can hold on a little longer.
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Roses & Thorns | Chapter 11
Genre: Hybrid!AU, fluff, angst
Pairing: Hybrid!OT7 x Female!Reader | Alpaca!Seokjin, Panther!Yoongi, Fox!Hoseok, Wolf!Namjoon, Bear!Jimin, Tiger!Taehyung, Bunny!Jungkook
Summary: Y/N is a rehabilitator of hybrids who have been abused or being sold for auction. It’s an illegal thing to do, but she feels strongly that this is the right thing. For many years, she has saved hundreds of hybrids who have needed her help, even for her young age, and six of them decided to stay with her. Namjoon, who was the second saved, initiated an intimate relationship, which Taehyung, who was the first saved, wanted in on. Over time, some of the hybrids that came after the two wanted to join in on the relationship. Now, Y/N has saved a very rare fox hybrid named Hoseok, who is very curious and even more broken. He has the choice to stay with these people and maybe join their relationship or move on to a rehabilitated district where he can have a life of his own. What will he choose?
Warning: Mentions of Abuse, Sexual Assault, Suicide & Mental Illness! Read with Caution <3 | Suggestions of Smut? (I’m not good at writing smut, so it’s just implied… ^_^)
Word Count: 1,544
Chapter 1 // Chapter 2 // Chapter 3 // Chapter 4 // Chapter 5 // Chapter 6 // Chapter 7 // Chapter 8 // Chapter 9 // Chapter 10 // Chapter 12 // Chapter 13 // Chapter 14 // Chapter 15 // Chapter 16 // Chapter 17 // Chapter 18 // Chapter 19 // Chapter 20 [FINAL] //
Author’s Note: Welcome to Chapter 11! Please let me know what you think of this chapter, I love getting feedback! I hope you enjoyed it!!! ^_^
That night, we all decided to share my king size bed. It was tight, but no one really minded being squished together. I was lying in between Namjoon and Yoongi, with Jin cuddling to Namjoon and Taehyung to Jin. At the end of the bed was Jimin and Jungkook, Jimin’s head resting on Jungkook’s chest. Surprisingly, on the other side of Yoongi was Hoseok, his arm wrapped around Yoongi’s waist and his forehead pressing to the back of his head.
The soft snores and breathing was soothing to my nerves, but I found it troublesome to sleep. There was no way I was getting out of this massive mound of bodies without waking them, so I just laid there, contemplating if I should even try. Namjoon and Yoongi had a strong grip on me, and I really didn’t wake them, so I just stared at the ceiling, a bad feeling swirling in my stomach. I felt like I was going to be sick.
I had to risk it. I pushed Yoongi’s and Namjoon’s arms off of me, sitting up before they could spring back. I crawled over Yoongi and Hoseok, gently hitting Hoseok’s side, making him groan softly, cuddling closer to Yoongi. I was off the bed without anything but a stir from the boys. I quickly walked out, tiptoeing as fast as I could down the stairs and to the main bathroom, where my dinner fell into the toilet. It continued like that for a few minutes, before sitting on the floor, flushing the toilet.
I brought my hands to my forehead, tears of fear streaming down my face. I let out a couple soft sobs, a panic attack settling into my bones. I was breathing heavy, and I felt like I was going to pass out. Next thing I knew, Hoseok was in front of me, gently rubbing my arms and talking softly.
“Shh, Y/N, it’s okay. Look how I’m breathing, in and out. That’s it,” He said softly, making me stare him in the eyes. I felt my breathing slow, but felt tears continuously fall. I sighed, putting my head in my knees as I wrapped my arms around myself.
“Thank you, Hobi,” I said, not bothering to look at him.
“You threw up,” He stated, making me look up in time for him to scrunch up his nose. It must be really strong to him.
“Yeah, I’m sorry you smell it,” I replied, resting my cheek to my forearm. He sat crisscross, his knees being held up by his arms as he clasped his hands together. I sighed, trying to look anywhere but him.
“You should go to bed, Hoseok,” I said, resting my chin in between my knees, staring at the ground.
“I don’t want to leave you alone,�� He replied, giving a small smile. “Besides, I know I always like company when I’m feeling sad or I’m scared.”
“My pheromones?” I questioned, making him nod.
“I’m surprised the others didn’t wake up,” He replied.
“Nope, you aren’t alone,” Another voice said, making me look to the door where Yoongi leaned against the doorframe, ears relaxed and tail limp as he rubbed his eyes.
“I’m sorry, Yoongi,” I said, frowning.
“Baby, talk to us,” He said, sitting next to Hoseok and laying his head on his shoulder, causing Hoseok to blush softly, his tail wagging at the interaction.
“I’m so scared, Yoongi,” I said, breathing out a sigh. “My father… he’s absolutely horrible. He’s my own personal devil, and I know he’s going to do something to ruin what I have here….”
“Talk to us, maybe it’ll make you feel better,” Hoseok said, frowning.
We stayed in that bathroom all night long, chatting up a storm. I told them about my father and what he’s done to me my whole life. They brought up a couple masters they had in the past and what they’ve done. By the time we were done, the sun was up, and I could hear the boys stirring in their sleep. I felt a little tired, but my nerves were through the roof.
Yoongi and Hoseok stood up, making me follow their motion. We all walked upstairs to see the others looking around confused. Namjoon’s eyes rested on me, and he seemed relaxed, while Jin looked at us concerned.
“You threw up?” Jimin said, whining a bit.
“Hours ago, Jiminie,” I replied, giving a small smile.
“Hey, can I talk to you guys?” Hoseok asked, looking bashful. I watched Yoongi squeeze his hand in comfort, making me eye them. “It may not be a great time….”
“It’s a perfect time, actually. Don’t doubt yourself,” Yoongi said, making me more confused. I walked over to the bed, where Taehyung grabbed me, pulling me in between his legs to rest my back to his chest. I eyed them, and Yoongi continued to stand next to him, gripping his hand.
“I’ve thought long and hard… and I want to stay with you guys,” He said, blushing softly. “And… I would like to join your relationship, if you’ll have me… I’ve fallen in love with all of you and understand why you’re all together… but it’s entirely up to you all.”
“That’s a great idea!!” Taehyung shouted, tail flicking. Namjoon’s eyebrows were raised, an interesting smirk on his lips.
“I mean… I’m not opposed… Hoseok, I love you too, have since the first month you were with us,” I said, smiling softly.
“I can agree with that statement,” Jin said, chuckling. The rest of the boys agreed, and you could see Hoseok slump in relief. Yoongi smiled, kissing his cheek, making him blush. Taehyung hopped up, running over and hugging him tight, making me laugh as I sat up.
“Thank you… I love you guys,” Hoseok said, smiling softly.
“We love you too, Hobi,” Namjoon said, smiling softly.
The day went eerily slow. We were all cuddling up on Hoseok and Jimin even was brave enough to kiss him first, catching Hoseok off guard, but his tail wagged in amusement. He was enjoying all the attention. My heart swelled, and I couldn’t help but love all of these boys with all my heart.
I was sitting on the couch, biting my nails, when Namjoon entered. He was in a black button-down shirt, his leather collar shinning in the sun. He was carrying a chain, one that could hook up to his collar. I felt sick, a tear falling down my cheek. He sighed, walking over and sitting next to me, kissing my head.
“Y/N, it’ll be okay,” He whispered, keeping his forehead to the side of my head.
“I’m so sorry you have to go through this, Joon,” I said, another couple of tears falling.
“I’d do it all over for you,” He replied, kissing my cheek. “Wipe your tears. I’m sure your father finds crying weak.”
“You’re not wrong,” I replied, chuckling.
“You have to leave, guys,” Jin said, walking in with the others close behind. Each of them gave us a hug and kiss goodbye, and when I hugged Hoseok, he held me a little longer than normal.
“Take care of yourself, Y/N,” He whispered, pecking my lips, making me blush softly. I nodded, leading Namjoon to my car, where he hooked the chain on himself and sat in the passenger seat.
Unfortunately, the car ride was quicker than I would have hoped for. We were at the hospital in an instant and being led by a nurse to his room. I held the chain in my hand, Namjoon’s face straight and arms clinging to his sides. We entered the room, and a few men and women in suits were surrounding the opposite side of the bed looked my way, all smiling at the same time. My father lay in bed, thinner than normal, pale in skin. He was dying, and I felt a sense of relief fly through me.
“My daughter,” He mumbled, not looking at me. “Excuse me, I must speak to her alone.” The others left, Namjoon standing in the corner, hands behind his back.
“Hello, father,” I said, biting the inside of my cheek as I stood at the end of his bed.
“My disgrace of a daughter…” I didn’t even flinch, my hard exterior coming back after years. “You’ve gotten fat.” I felt Namjoon tense up and gave him a sideways glance.
“You’ve gotten thin,” I replied, eyeing him. “Listen, we both know I’m here for some odd reason, like your death wish. Let’s just get this over with.”
“You’re stronger than your mother,” He said, breathing heavy. “She was always weak.”
“Cut the shit,” I said, glaring at him.
“Watch your mouth or I’ll…” He started, but I cut him off.
“What? Hit me? You seem too weak to do that,” I replied, snarling. He eyed me for a minute, sighing.
“Okay, Y/N. Let’s talk business. I’m writing your name for the breeding estate,” He said, making me confused.
“I told you, I have no interest in running your god forsaken business,” I said, giving a disgusted face.
“I know, that’s why it’s not only going to you,” He said. “You’re getting married to Jinwoo at the end of the week. He’ll get my estate and you as his prize.”
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Roses & Thorns | Chapter 14
Genre: Hybrid!AU, fluff, angst
Pairing: Hybrid!OT7 x Female!Reader | Alpaca!Seokjin, Panther!Yoongi, Fox!Hoseok, Wolf!Namjoon, Bear!Jimin, Tiger!Taehyung, Bunny!Jungkook
Summary: Y/N is a rehabilitator of hybrids who have been abused or being sold for auction. It’s an illegal thing to do, but she feels strongly that this is the right thing. For many years, she has saved hundreds of hybrids who have needed her help, even for her young age, and six of them decided to stay with her. Namjoon, who was the second saved, initiated an intimate relationship, which Taehyung, who was the first saved, wanted in on. Over time, some of the hybrids that came after the two wanted to join in on the relationship. Now, Y/N has saved a very rare fox hybrid named Hoseok, who is very curious and even more broken. He has the choice to stay with these people and maybe join their relationship or move on to a rehabilitated district where he can have a life of his own. What will he choose?
Warning: Mentions of Abuse, Sexual Assault, Suicide & Mental Illness! Read with Caution <3 | Suggestions of Smut? (I’m not good at writing smut, so it’s just implied… ^_^); Profanity
Word Count: 1,520
Chapter 1 // Chapter 2 // Chapter 3 // Chapter 4 // Chapter 5 // Chapter 6 // Chapter 7 // Chapter 8 // Chapter 9 // Chapter 10 // Chapter 11 // Chapter 12 // Chapter 13 // Chapter 15 // Chapter 16 // Chapter 17 // Chapter 18 // Chapter 19 // Chapter 20 [FINAL] //
Author’s Note: Welcome to Chapter 14! Please let me know what you think of this chapter, I love getting feedback! I hope you enjoyed it!!! ^_^
I came back to reality as Namjoon started screaming, the crashing of glass filling my ears. I ran over to him, throwing my arms around his waist, desperate to calm him down. He slumped to the ground, my body following. He put his head in his hands, sobbing. I cried into his back, my thoughts going to the worst possible scenario.
“I’ll kill him,” He choked out, his ears flat to his head, tail wrapped around my waist.
“I know, Joonie…” I replied, sniffling.
My phone began to ring, but I ignored it. Once it stopped, it almost immediately began again. I looked, and saw it was Emily. I sniffled as Namjoon turned around, hugging my waist and crying into my shoulder. I quickly answered, knowing she could help, but she didn’t let me speak.
“Y/N! What the hell happened?” She said, panicked.
“My boys were taken…” I cried, choking out a sob. “I have Namjoon, but the rest are gone.”
“No, Y/N. Taehyung escaped, he’s here with me. He’s beaten up pretty bad, but I have Woojin fixing him up. He’s pretty shaken up, you need to get here, fast,” She said. Namjoon shot up, a look of hope in his eyes as he stared at me. I stood up as well, walking to the door and grabbing my keys, telling her we were on our way.
When we arrived at Emily’s house, Namjoon didn’t even let me stop the car before he opened the door, running into the house as if it were his own. I didn’t even turn off my engine as I ran in, seeing Namjoon hugging Taehyung. They were both stood there, sobbing, and I couldn’t help but to let out a squeak, tears falling. They both looked at me, letting me join in the hug. Emily was right – Taehyung was beat up. He had cuts and bruises all over his face and arms. Blood seeped through his t-shirt, making me wince as I stared at him. I touched his face lightly, making him wince as I shook my head.
“This is all my fault,” I choked out, making Taehyung shake his head, turning serious.
“No, it’s not. Don’t you dare blame yourself,” He said, his deep voice chilling to the bones.
“Tae, what happened?” Namjoon asked, making him wince. “I know it’s hard, but the others don’t have time.”
“Well… Shortly after you two left, a van pulled up to the house. We didn’t have time to hide, they just came in. They had poles that shocked us, and chains. They were in all black and were really buff. Jin and Yoongi told us to run and tried to fight them off, but the house was surrounded,” He rambled, furrowing his brow as he desperately tried to remember.
“Did they have any sort of symbol? On there clothes or van?” Emily asked, joining us. She had a determined look on her face, and I knew she could help us.
“Yes, it was some sort of… a lightening bolt?” He questioned, looking at me.
“That’s my dad,” I growled, running a hand through my hair. “He always thought he was some sort of God, so he made the business a lightning bolt like Zeus.”
“They were big, and had a lot of muscles… Jungkook jumped in front of me before I was hit with the pole… He passed out from the shock!” Taehyung cried, making me grip his hand as tears streamed down my own cheeks. “I’m so sorry, I had to leave them….”
“Tae, it’s okay. Remember, you left to help them, right? If you weren’t here, we couldn’t find them,” Namjoon said, grasping his other hand. Taehyung sighed, nodding.
“Jin told me it was okay…. They put bags on our heads and tied us up. Yoongi and Hoseok didn’t make it easy…. I remember Jin just took it, and Jimin was crying…. They threw us into the back of the van because we started to move…. Jin was able to get me untied, and I was able to take off the bag. He told me to run… go to Emily’s…. I shouldn’t have left,” He rambled, letting out a broken sob, making me cling to him, hugging him tight.
“Tae, this is important. Did the men talk about anything? Like where they were taking you??” I could hear Namjoon’s voice quiver, and knew tears were streaming down his face. I reached back, gripping his hand tight.
“Wait, yes. They said something about Hoseok and Jin being rare, like they were very expensive…. They said many wealthy people would want them,” He said, pulling away and eyeing us.
“The auction,” I said, eyes filled with hope. “Jinwoo will want to sell them off, maybe get a profit. He’ll want them gone as soon as possible, so they’ll be auctioned off tonight.”
“We’re going, right?” Tae asked, scooting closer to me.
“Tae, you need to stay here,” Namjoon said, eyeing his bruises and cuts.
“Bullshit, they’re my family too!” Taehyung shouted, standing up, making us both stand as well.
“Tae, we know. You can come,” I said, turning to a conflicted Namjoon. “He was there, he could smell everything. He’s a big help.”
“What can I do?” Emily asked, eyeing me.
“Have a car ready for us, enough to fit eight plus luggage. We’re moving to the rehabilitated counties,” I said, making her nod and get on her phone, most likely to start making calls. My name was well known in the hybrid rescue, I’m sure she’ll find the people I work with to help.
“All of us?” Tae asked, his tail twitching in happiness, making me think he was back to normal.
“All of us,” I replied, nodding.
We decided to go back home. There was no way Jinwoo would try anything with me around, and they already ransacked the house. What was the point? Come back for Tae? I’d make sure that wouldn’t happen. We had to pack up some luggage for each boy plus ourselves if we wanted to get out of there, Emily and her hybrids would be by the next day to grab them while we went to get our boys.
When we pulled up, an all too familiar car was in the driveway, making Namjoon and Taehyung growl, their hair on their ears and tails sticking up. I glared, an angry, hard exterior pulling through to my surface. We all got out, even Taehyung, who had a bit of fear in his eyes, but only a bit. We walked in, and there stood Jinwoo, a clean suit on his body with two bodyguards on each side of him.
“Ah, there’s that tricky tiger,” Jinwoo said, pulling a grin that the devil would tremble at.
“What more could you want?” I asked, eyeing him. “You know everything. Taehyung and Namjoon are registered, you can’t take them.”
“Ah, yes, I know. Now that there is no proof that you harbor illegal hybrids, I could be arrested,” He said, chuckling.
He stepped forward, causing Namjoon and Taehyung to growl. The two bodyguards took out handguns, making me grit my teeth. I reached into the large plant pot next to the door, pulling out a shot gun and cocking it, making Namjoon and Taehyung squeak in surprise.
“You fucking try it,” I growled, glaring at him. Jinwoo seemed impressed, making me grit my teeth.
“The old plant pot trick, huh? You’re just an illegal girl, aren’t you?” He said, squinting his eyes.
“My hybrid thought it was a good idea to hide guns around here, just for pretty boys like you,” I snapped back, glaring harder.
“You know guns are illegal,” He said, sighing and looking at the pictures all over the floor, as if this affair bored him.
“I guess I’m just a criminal, then, along with your two guards here,” I replied, eyeing the two guards.
“These two have trained for years for something like this, they can take you out before you even pull the trigger,” Jinwoo said, cockily.
“Oh, so your research on me runs short, huh?” I replied, making him squint his eyebrows. “I’ve trained with only the best in the arts of hand-to-hand combat, using a gun, and don’t forget about the knives. I know the body like the back of my hand, where I can cut you to give you a fast death… or a slow one.”
“You’re bluffing,” He growled, staring at me.
“You really want to find out?” I asked, raising an eyebrow and smirking, causing his eyes to darken. “Harboring hybrids is a dangerous business; a girl has to know how to protect herself….”
“Fine, we’ll leave,” He said, nodding to the bodyguards. I nodded to the side, making Taehyung and Namjoon follow me so they could move to the front door. He smirked at me, making me want to pull the trigger.
“Good luck finding them, Y/N,” He said, chuckling. “I’ll see you at the wedding.” With that, he left, and I dropped the shotgun, almost shaking. We were going to find them, even if it was the last thing we did.
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