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Be My Light - Chapter 9: Welcome to The Magic Shop
*Genre: Mafia, Angst, Slow burn, eventual smut
*Warnings: Mentions of violence, abuse, and torture
Authors Note: I have risen from the darkness!!! To any of the readers who are in my tag list that are still interested, thank you so much. I completely understand with the inconsistancy but I promise to try better. Like I said in the alert, I really wanted to get this out before Jin’s enlistment, then Hobi’s and Yoongi’s birthday. But I was finally able to finish it before my own birthday. I’m so excited that it’s finished and I am so proud of how it came out. I do hope any who read this will enjoy it and be patient for the next. There is so much happening soon. If anyone is going to be going to the Chicago concert, I’ll be there and would love to say hello! Stream D-Day all, it’s giving me some new inspirations. I love and appreciate everyone. Please feel free to drop a comment, like, or anything.
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Chapter 9: Welcome To The Magic Shop
Jungkook loved the smell of the sea. It reminded him of his life before Bangtan. If he closed his eyes, he could see the sandy beach that was just outside his hometown that his family would visit every summer. He could almost feel the warm sand under his feet, the cool splash of the water, the sounds of his parents laughing and calling out to him. But when he opened his eyes, there was no sandy beach, and his parents were so far away. What he was looking at was the dark, murkiness of North Central Harbor, still and quiet in the dead of the night.
Surveillance was not Jungkook’s favorite job; it left him too much time alone with his thoughts. He preferred to be as active as possible, surrounded by his teammates. But ever since the disastrous exchange with Choi and his band of idiots, RM had been giving him easy jobs until Jin cleared him of his injuries. He loved his hyungs more than he could explain, but they were smothering him more than usual. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t enjoying the extra attention, like Jin feeding him his favorite foods, lounging against Jimin while Taehyung played with him, or even curling up next to one of his hyungs in their room. And there, he’d be met with slow backrubs, feather-light fingertips brushing against his skin, being babied and worshipped in all the best ways. But he wasn’t allowed to do any fun vigorous activities or be on protection duty because they were worried that he’d hurt himself more. And with Choi rearing his ugly mug again, Bangtan had been treating him like that little boy who had they had just rescued from the Royals ‘recruitment’ van, like he was too pure and delicate to help. Like they were scared he’d get hurt or taken again. He wasn’t that nervous fifteen-year-old who was unprepared anymore. He was an experienced, highly trained fighter who was more than willing to do whatever it takes to get things done. He was missing the rough side of their love. And maybe when he got home, he’d use those skills to pin his hyung down and show them that he was tired of the gentle caress and slow, over-thought movement.
But for now, here he was, alone, watching ships unload things that didn’t mean anything to him. He had been stationed at the docks for three days since Namjoon got word from Jackson that something of interest was coming in. But in true Jackson style, he never gave more details as to what or when. Only that it was very interesting. The harbor had its normal ships coming and going that had no affiliation to be seen. Jungkook had been able to hack into the harbors scheduling system and downloaded the documents of incoming and outgoing details. But none seemed worth their interest. The only thing that the young man thought Jackson could have found interesting was the ship that had docked itself just outside the harbor. Jungkook had recognized its flag instantly. While the majority of gangs and Mafia families were spread throughout the districts, a few had chosen to go the route of modern piracy. Under the signa of a red compass, the Ateez crew had made a formative name for themselves. Bangtan had had a few tussles with them in the past, but Jungkook wouldn’t classify them as enemies. As far as he was concerned, the pirates weren’t affiliated with anyone but themselves. They were only out for their own interest by stealing, selling, or trading whatever their community needed.
For the past three days, Ateez’s black ship lay still on the outskirts of the harbor, with the members shuttling over on smaller vessels. From what Jungkook had seen, they weren’t doing too much more than shore leave. But why wouldn’t they bring the ship closer? This couldn’t have been what Jackson was talking about. It wasn’t interesting. The maknae was so bored of watching the pirates go to and from the town, chatting on what dive bar they wanted to go see. They hadn’t come to shore since the previous evening. And he would have gone insane with boredom had it not been for Jimin and Taehyung keeping him up to date on all that was happening at the hospital. Taehyung had informed him of what all had happened between you and Yoongi and how upset you had been. And while his elder hyung’s behavior didn’t surprise him, he was disappointed that he had hurt you. Jungkook couldn’t really explain it, but he enjoyed being around you, even if he had spent the least amount of time with you since that first night. He found you to be quite genuine and nice; someone he wanted to be friends with. And it had been some time since he felt so comfortable with someone that quickly since he had first met Namjoon. Hell, he had known Jackson for years and still didn’t fully trust that he wouldn’t send his hyungs on a wild goose chase.
Jungkook had seen that Taehyung had added you to the group chat before he was given his assignment. But you weren’t very active in it, making simple or one-word responses to anything directed at you and nothing else. Jungkook thought about sending you a private text after he had heard what happened. But he wasn’t sure if he should. You weren’t responding to Jin or Taehyung when they had messaged you over the last few days, according to them, so why would he be any different? And what was he supposed to say? ‘Hey, how are you? My hyung can be a dick but don’t take it personally. I’m bored. Let’s talk.’ Yeah, that would go over well. Sometimes, he wished he was better at words. He hadn’t even been responding to the players on the online forum he was a part of who were wondering why he hadn’t been active in so long. His favorite opponent, ElectricLlama, had been sending quite a few over the last few hours. But he couldn’t very well tell them that he was currently on a stakeout and didn’t bring his gaming laptop. God, he was so bored.
It was after 2:00AM when something started to happen.
The Ateez boys hadn’t left the ship the whole day. Jungkook brought his attention away from a text from Hobi when the sound of engines firing up broke the silence of the night. While pirates never stayed in one place too long, something seemed off. The ship moved from open seas into an empty spot in the harbor. The crew had secured the ship in record time and started to unload some cargo. While this seemed normal, what they were unloading, and the twitchy way the crew kept looking around, was intriguing. It was no secret that the local dock workers were easily bought to unload the cargo and fake documents so they could easily blend into the rest of the ships. Of course, it wasn’t difficult since Ateez was known for bringing in high-end clothes and merchandise that most of these dock workers could only dream of having. But what they were unloading on their own was not high end; there were boxes of cheap cellphone accessories, anti-smoking products, and a few other random bits that just seemed odd for Ateez to have. It still wasn’t farfetched that Jackson may have been messing with them. Maybe they were just contracted to get random stuff for a high price?
Then, a familiar black car rolled up that made Jungkook swallow his past criticism of Jackson. Yao stepped out of the car first, still bruised from their previous encounter. The Suit surveyed the work before moving to the back of the car. Choi stepped out, looking clean and pressed as always. And he was followed by another. The newcomer has their head down and hood up so Jungkook couldn’t get a good look at them even after he had moved closer to the scene. If he had to guess, it must be a new client of the Royals, or a new gang leader coming to partner with them. Or worse.
Hongjoong, Ateez’s leader and captain, hopped down from the ship and came to greet them. The mullet-haired leader ushered the two towards the stacked boxes and opened one to be inspected. Jungkook had been taking pictures the entire time to send to Namjoon. He zoomed his camera in to see that the products in the box were indeed what was written on it and not some clever way to hide weapons. Choi turned towards the hooded one and received a nod of approval, before snapping their painted fingers. Yao responded to the newcomer’s signal and presented Hongjoong with a briefcase. Who ever this hooded one was, they had enough power to wordlessly order the Suits around. Once the pirate took the briefcase and bowed to them, Choi called out for his men to back a truck up and load the goods. And as quick as the transaction was, the Suits were packed and gone. Jungkook made sure to get clear pictures of the truck’s tags, the people moving them, and the boxes, and sent them to RM.
So, he thought, Ateez is working with the Royals now? They must have been promised something big. But what would Choi want with such trash. And who was that with him?
He didn’t have long to linger on that as RM sent back a quick response.
Rapmon-Hyung: Great work, Bun. We’ll need to go over this with the others. Now get out there. You did very good.
Me: good enough for a reward?
Jungkook smiled at the text, knowing Namjoon would pick up what he was asking for. And if he said no, the maknae was not above going full brat-mode. He knew his hyungs well enough.
Rapmon-Hyung: Well, you have been stuck out there for some time and been so good. What does my Bun want?
Me: hard and rough? I don’t hurt anymore, and I miss you. The others don’t play like you do. They’ve been too gentle. Barely a make out session
Rapmon-Hyung: Such a naughty bunny. I didn’t hear you complaining a few nights ago. And here I thought you like all that attention.
Me: But not like that all the time! I’ve rested long enough and been so good
Rapmon-Hyung: We can talk to Jinie when you get back and see if he will give you the all clear. You’re not getting me into trouble with him.
Me: I won’t tell him. I can be quiet. AND I promise not to bite too hard to leave a mark
Rapmon-Hyung: Now we both know that is a lie. You can’t help it. I’ll ask later.
Me: please Sir! I need you!
That should do it. Jungkook knew exactly what to say to rile his hyungs up, knew each little thing that would affect them. He prayed Namjoon would just give in and not shut him down. Calling Namjoon ‘Sir’, even in text, always made his leader melt. Of course, if Joon drew the line, Jungkook wouldn’t push for fear of disappointment or even punishment. And not the fun kind. But if Namjoon said no, maybe he would switch his attention to Hobi or even Jimin. Sometimes it was easier to guilt and toy with them into giving him whatever he wanted. And Joon hadn’t responded as quickly as he had before. Jungkook was worried he was going to say no. Maybe he should have taken a less direct path, maybe wait until he was in person and tease until Namjoon lost control. Or a different tactic in general. Then his phone buzzed.
Rapmon-Hyung: Meet me in my study and we’ll discuss what my needy Bun wants. And if he asks me nicely, I may just go against hyung’s orders and give him what he deserves.
Jungkook could already feel his body reacting to that promise, practically hearing Joon’s husky response. To say he was excited was an understatement; if he wasn’t in public, and possible danger, he would have jumped up and danced in pure joyful ecstasy. It had been such while since he had been with his leader like that. The last time he shared a bed with Namjoon was a few days before he had been sent out with the others to the construction site. And even then, it had just been him curled up against his hyung reading a comic book while the other read his favorite psychology book. No sex, just being in each other’s presence until they feel asleep: it was nice and domestic, nothing more. But after all that had happened, paired with the heavy make out sessions and light touching that went nowhere fast that the others did under strict instructions of their resident medical professional hyung, one couldn’t blame Jungkook for being over stimulated and frustrated. And he was to meet up with Joon in his study? It wouldn’t be the first time they had gotten carried away. He could practically feel the surface of Namjoon’s desk against his back.
Jungkook shook his head and took a deep breath, trying to clear his head of all the images a single thought spurred. He still needed to get himself to his motorcycle and get back to the Magic Shop. And he knew from experience that trying to drive it while hard was not a pleasant experience. He forced himself to think on the fact that he was going home, back to his own normalcy, and away from this dark, cold dock. He slid his phone into the back pocket of his black jeans and zipped up his leather jacket. His surveillance bag lay at his feet, carefully packed and ready to return home. He reached into the front pocket of the bag for his bike keys. Yoongi-hyung and Jimin-hyung had bought it for him as a birthday present, remarking how it fit his adventurous attitude. Jungkook had hidden it well amongst the covered equipment not too far from where he was stationed. He just needed to sneak back to it. Brown eyes moved back to the pirates, still milling about the dock. But thankfully, they were not paying any attention in his direction, too busy congratulating themselves and gathered around to look at the prize they had just received. It should be easy to get away. He slung his bag over his shoulder and turned away from the interesting, yet depressing site.
Only to come face to face with one of Ateez’s high-ranking members, Seonghwa Jungkook remembered his name to be, who glared down at his with sharp eyes. And perched on top of upper railing like a cat ready to pounce, was the pirates’ most unpredictable fighter, San. Jungkook had gone up against San before, years ago when Ateez and Bangtan got caught up in a mild misunderstanding on territories. And from what he could remember, San’s was tough back then. He could only imagine how he had changed over the years. But Jungkook had been training too and he would love to see how they compared now. However, fighting was not on the agenda. RM had made that perfectly clear that he was only to observe, not cause trouble. However, if they started it, he was allowed to defend himself.
“Well, well, look what we found here, San. A small, Bangtan rat hiding amongst the trash where he belongs,” Seonghwa said, stepping up to be nose to nose with Jungkook.
“You’re a long way from home, little boy,” San sneered down. Jungkook almost laughed, seeing as he was two years older than the pirate.
“To what do we owe the snooping? One would think you’d have enough decency to come make yourself known, like the gentleman you and yours always say you are.”
“Yeah,” San agreed with his hyung, hanging further over the railing, “what are you doing hiding like a common rat? You’re lucky we didn’t shoot onsite. We sometimes do that on the ship when we get bored.”
“And what a political nightmare that would have been for you,” Jungkook countered, shooting the cocky pirate a stunning look. “The docks are not under any territory. They are neutral grounds. Which means, you half-drowned idiot, I can be here for no other reason than I want to be. One might wonder what you’re doing here?”
“Seems like you answered your own question,” Seonghwa retorted. “We are allowed to be here if we want too. Just here on holiday. Seas been kinda rough.”
“Seems like more than that from where I was sitting.”
“Ah, so you were spying on us. What would the other clans think about that?”
“Nothing in the code says I can’t if I happen to already be in the area. I’m not blind, nor am I dumb. I was told there was something interesting and I came to investigate. And I found you lot and the Royals. You know how most of the Mafia families feel about that. Especially after what Choi tried to pull on our last meeting on Hallow Ground.”
“Yeah, we heard about that. Shame,” yet Seonghwa’s voice sounded less than sincere. “And who said there was anything happening? We just had a business transaction. Nothing more. We have nothing to hide.”
“Is that so? Then who was that with Choi?”
“An old friend, I assume. My job wasn’t to question who I was meeting. If you were so interested, you should have come say hello. I’m sure they would have loved to have seen you face to face. The only thing I know about them, is there is something stirring up in the ranks.”
“Then as a business man, information can be bought. We can set aside our past for a price.”
“You’re money is worth less than you think. We wouldn’t stoop so low,” San snarled.
“But we will share this little secret with you for free.” Seonghwa retrieved a box of matches from his coat pocket. He slipped one out and struck it against his jacket, flame igniting with expert practice. Only to be blown out immediately, the smoke dancing around Jungkook in a telling way. “Misfortune is in your future. There’s a change in the air, whispers amongst some of the families, a change in perspective. Some of them are not too happy with how things are anymore. Not happy with how your little group has shifted the playing field. They say Bangtan’s all talk and lies. They’re starting to think that all that talk of what you did all those years ago with the Royals is all bullshit and that you paid for your allies to collaborate with your story. Especially with some new information being spread in the shadows. So, you best prepare yourselves. The tides are about to change and you better hope that you and yours don’t drown. Wait, doesn’t one of yours already have experience with that?”
Jungkook’s anger surged before he could control it, snarling as he pushed up against the smirking pirate. His fists were shaking as he restrained himself from breaking Seonghwa’s jaw.
“Watch it, tiger,” Seonghwa tsked in a condescending tone. “Looks like we struck a painful nerve. Tell me, cause we’re all a little curious. What’s hurts more to remember: seeing him under the water or hearing him scream after you guys revived him?”
“You better shut your fucking mouth,” Jungkook growled, teeth grinding as he tried to keep it together.
“Or what? You wouldn’t want to start a feud with us. How would that look to the masses you’re trying to keep on your side?”
“Oh, believe me, I won’t throw the first punch. But I’ll finish it.” Jungkook had promised RM that he wouldn’t start anything if he was discovered and act as diplomatic as possible. But the maknae was sure his leader would understand if he knew what the pirate had said. None of them would let that slide so easily. He knew the pirate was just trying to get a rise out of him to use against him. Though, anyone who knew the whole story would most likely understand. “You’ve heard what we’ve done to people who try and fuck with us. Hell, you’ve seen what we did back then. I can assure you, we’ve only gotten better. And we don’t need to pay anyone off. They know what we did back then. And we can do it again. So, don’t try me.”
“Well,” Seonghwa said, stepping back from the enraged boy, “from what our new friend can attest, you don’t know what you’re talking about. But who am I to ruin the surprise. Just remember the bigger they are, the heavier the smoke they’ll leave behind when all those lies go up in flames. You keep feeding into those stories your hyungs keep sowing. Meanwhile, we’ll do what we do best and ally ourselves with whomever can get us the farthest. Until we don’t need them anymore. Now, how about you run along home? I’m sure the Mad Leader will be wondering where his little toy is.”
“You wait, Seonghwa. Choi may be able to spin a web of lies that sound better than the truth. But once he gets what he needs, he’ll turn on you and wipe out your whole crew. He learned from Ji how to use people until they break. Then, he’ll move on to the next. Now that Ji’s gone, he’ll just keep the toxic cycle going.”
“Speaking of going,” San drew his fingers to his mouth and let out a loud whistle that cut through the silence of the dock, alerting his crew in a practiced cue. Instantly, everything behind Jungkook stopped and he could feel more than a dozen pairs of eyes on him. They didn’t move, waiting for the next signal to pounce. Jungkook knew it was just a scare tactic; he would have been attacked up by now if that was the plan. And while he was certain he could take a few of them down, he needed to be smart. He had enough information for Namjoon to work with, and still promised he wouldn’t cause any trouble.
With a mask of unbothered ease, Jungkook waved off the pirates, grabbed his bag from his feet, and made his way away from the docks. The two only watched after him until he rounded the corner, then he could hear them laughing as they returned ship side. The sound rubbed the maknae the wrong away. How he wanted to wipe that grin off of Seonghwa’s face, especially after what he said. But there were more pressing matters. Jungkook stopped in front of his motorcycle, hiding amongst the cargo. He pulled it out and mounted up, bringing it roaring to life. It was time to get home and let Namjoon know what he just found. As he tore out onto the road, on a confusing route to throw off anyone who may have been trying to follow him to the Magic Shop, he replayed the interaction over in his head. Ateez had always been neutral, no matter who they fought against. Even when they had gone against Bangtan, the pirates made no sign that they held any ill will against them. There were so many neutrals who maintained their stance to only work for the good of their people. But it would seem like Choi and whoever the shorter person was had been able to manipulate Ateez into believing something that turned their allegiance. He could only hope that whatever Choi was doing wouldn’t spread to other gangs. Jungkook hoped Namjoon could make sense of it. He just had to believe.
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“I can’t believe you wrestled me away from the cashier just so you could pay for me,” you hissed at J-Hope with no real venom attached, trying not to smile at the situation. “I don’t think I can ever show my face at Holli’s Café again.”
J-Hope laughed at you as the two of you made your way out of the hospital elevator towards Yoongi’s room. He took a sip from his coffee as he bumped his hip against yours. “No, I can’t believe that you still won’t let us pay for you. It’s been two weeks now.”
“Okay, well,” you countered, trying to continue this game, “I can’t believe that you won’t let me use the money that you pay me. I’m pretty much caught up on my rent. I would love to actually enjoy it.”
“Well,” J-Hope said, “I can’t believe you don’t realize how much money we actually have. And how nice it is for us to spoil someone that’s not us. And there are more of our drinks here than yours,” to emphasis his point, he lifted the drink carrier in his left hand. “So, it only made sense to pay for it. And, if you had just let me pay when I first said, I wouldn’t have to lift you up and spin you away. So there.”
You sighed. “I can’t even win a word game with you. You guys have paid for everything: my food, my tea, this coat. One of these days, I’d like to use my pay.”
“Oh, don’t look at me like that. Those eyes may work on Jimin, but I have three boys at home who use those same eyes on me when they want something. I’m not falling for it. Don’t fret so much. Most girls love to be pampered. I mean, didn’t your old boyfriend ever pamper you?”
You paused just outside the door. You hadn’t mentioned anything to them about the past you could remember, let alone your miserable excuse of an ex. And why should you have? That wasn’t professional or necessary, no matter how friendly you had gotten. Thinking back to when you could remember, Daniel had been nice at one point to you but still never did anything like what they were doing. Sure, he bought things, but they weren’t specifically to be sweet once you actually looked at it. He bought you flowers once. But that was after he had said some nasty things to you. You couldn’t consider that? But hadn’t he taken care of you when you were recovering from the accident? Did that count? You weren’t even sure anymore. Surely your father had before the accident. But it was all a blank. But Amber must count, right? She had given you a place to stay, consistency, a friend. She bought you coffee sometimes but would let you pay, too. Or was that what she did because she knew your background or was it because she knew you needed it? It felt different.
“I don’t know,” you answered, slowly, as you felt his gaze on you. It was a calculating gaze that made you wonder what he gathered from your silence and expression. Taehyung was the same way on the first day. “I wish I could remember from before. I must have. But I can’t really say that I have. And I’d rather not think about my ex if you don’t mind. I’ll just say this whole having people be like this is a new experience for me. It’s a little weird. I feel a little bad excepting all of it sometimes. I know you all keep saying its nothing, but all these things must add up. I don’t want to cause any trouble. Sometimes, I feel like I’m just taking and taking like some parasite.”
“Oh, that’s not true. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to bring up some harsh memories. I forgot about the…um.. condition. But honest, we like taking care of things. It’s like our love language. And after all you’ve done for us, we want to say thank you. We’re so used to each other just taking it that I guess we forget that it can be overwhelming. I’m sorry if we made you feel that way. But it really doesn’t bother us. Trust me. I forget that this can be a bit much to people who never had someone do these things. Back when we first got together, we barely had enough money to afford a one-bedroom studio and food. We struggled a lot in the beginning. I remember when we first got Jungkookie, it was around his birthday. So we scrimped and saved to buy him some graphic novel he had been looking at. He was so sad when we gave it to him because he thought we starved ourselves. But we wanted to make him happy. Even now, buying gifts for each other is more about what’s behind it than the gift itself. And it’s not like we go around buying diamonds and oil rigs every day. We are smart with our income. We invest and save. Hell, we donate to charities all the time. Anonymously of course. So, we don’t mind. But we can try to be more considerate of your feelings.”
“Does that mean you’ll let me buy lunch today?”
“No, but not for the reason you think.”
As he gave you a reassuring smile, you couldn’t help but think about what he said. Who had heard of a Mafia lord donating to charities or being so thoughtful about their gifting. There wasn’t much information about Bangtan’s beginning that you could find through the internet or newspapers. Did they really struggle? Was turning to drugs the only way they could survive? But they seemed so wholesome when they were with you.
You swung open the door to Yoongi’s room and were caught off guard by what you saw. There was a strong smell of chemicals erupting from the room. And Taehyung was snapping off a pair of used gloves, covered in something orange. Next to him on the table were a few bottles, gels, a mixing bowl, and an application brush. Yoongi sat on the bed, a towel draped over his head. The younger smiled at you as he rubbed the towel across his hyung’s hair.
“Hobi-hyung, Y/N, what do you think of my masterpiece?”
With a flourish, he yanked the towel away. Yoongi groaned, clearly over Tae’s dramatics, as he tried to smooth down his damp hair in a more pleasing way. His platinum blond hair was now a ginger color. Once it dried, you were sure it would look very natural against his pale skin. You tried not to stare but he didn’t make it easy on you looking the way he did. He had, also, changed into more normal clothes: a pair of jeans and a white sweater. His sling was on, meaning he and Taehyung must have done it after the shower Yoongi must have taken, judging by the residual steam coming from the adjacent bathroom. Doctor Na must had been by before you got there and removed the IV from his arm. You supposed the doctor deemed it unnecessary since Yoongi was healing quite well.
“Oh, my goodness, Hyung looks so cute! He reminds me of that tabby cat that hangs around the Magic Shop,” J-Hope all but gushed, running over to inspect Yoongi’s hair closer.
Yoongi reached down for a handheld mirror that was laying on the bed. “You couldn’t have made it black like I asked for?”
“We’re out of it. And with all the missions Namjoon-hyung’s been sending me on the last few days, I haven’t really had the time to order some more. So, I had to work with what I still had in supply. Luckily, I had some of this red left over from when I did Hobi-hyung’s.” Taehyung placed his hand on Yoongi’s forehead and tipped it back so he could stare down into the elder’s eyes. “Be thankful. I could have gone with the pink that I have from dying Jin’s hair.”
J-Hope gasped. “He would look so cute in that too. He looks good in any color. But with his pale skin and pink hair, he would have been our resident cotton candy! So sweet and tempting.” You were sure had Hobi been on Yoongi’s other side, he would have been hit with more than just a glare.
“Very tempting,” Taehyung said, “but I think the red suits you more. You definitely have the temper to match it. Besides, you always go black or brown. I think this makes you look so sexy. The guys are going to love it. And I needed something unexpected yet natural enough not to draw attention.”
Yoongi grumbled something that you couldn’t hear. But Taehyung laughed and released his hyung while he looked for something in his bag. His dark eyes fell on you and a tinge of color erupted in his cheeks when he caught you staring.
“What do you think, Y/N?”
You snapped out of it. “I think it looks nice on you. Very suiting.”
“She definitely means sexy,” Taehyung teased as he returned to his work, combing his hyung’s hair. Now both of your faces were turning red.
You cleared your throat, trying to hide your embarrassment. “So, were you a hairdresser before or just got bored and he couldn’t escape?”
“Hardly,” Taehyung laughed. “Just a street artist looking at a different canvas.”
“Taehyung always helps us when we want to change our look. He’s got an eye for it. Besides, we can’t keep the same look for long. The enemy would have an easy time finding us if we kept our hair the same for more than a couple months. Choi’s men will be looking for a platinum blond when we leave. This will help us blend in. They haven’t seen me since my color faded. And Tae can hide his under a beanie. It’s all pretty simple.” J-Hope handed Yoongi his Americano and Taehyung a hot chocolate before hopping up from the bed and picking up some items from the room.
You reached for the charts and looked through everything to get you prepared for the day, not that you weren’t already in a routine; morning medication with something to eat, followed by some physical therapy with Yoongi’s shoulder, then some down time before lunch and more medicine. Maybe you could convince Yoongi to get out of this room and go for a walk around the hospital again. He was already dressed in warmer clothes; perhaps he was looking forward to it. You left the room for a moment to grab the medication from the counter. What was odd was there were very full bottles waiting for you. Normally these were for when the patient was going home. But you hadn’t heard of Yoongi being discharged. It wasn’t in his file. You supposed it was a mistake, or it was just to be readily available for when he did eventually leave, and your contract was over. You took up the medication bottles and shoved them into the pockets of your jeans. Since the guys had insisted that you could be more relaxed in your dress code, you had dressed for the cold and donned a pair of warm black jeans, a grey thermal shirt, and the purple coat Yoongi had given you. You always had a pair of extra scrubs to change into if needed hidden in your backpack.
“Alright,” you said as you reentered the room and handed Yoongi his medicine for the morning, “after we get some food in you, how about we work on some new exercises for your shoulder? You seemed like you may be up for it yesterday. Then perhaps a nice stroll around the hospital wings again?”
You were met with a deafening silence and three sets of confused eyes that stared back at you. The three exchanged glances with each other, communicating with raised eyebrows and head tilts that meant nothing to you. But with years of practice, they seemed to understand.
“What,” you questioned. “We don’t have to do that if you don’t want. I was just suggesting…”
“Did Namjoon speak to you,” Hobi asked.
“No,” you said, warily. “I haven’t spoken to Namjoon since the first day. Why? Did I miss something?”
Yoongi ignored your question and looked between the other two. “Didn’t Namjoon say he was going to explain everything a few days ago? Or was I high on pain meds?”
“No,” Taehyung dragged out. “Point one: you haven’t been that doped up since that time that Jin-hyung was so tired that he doubled our doses after the Big Fight. And point two: Namjoon-hyung definitely said he was going to tell her a few days ago at dinner. He swore he would explain everything and get it set up.”
“To be fair, it seems like he started to. But with all that’s been happening over the last few days,” Hobi interjected. “I mean, what with all the extra assignments he’s had to monitor, the conferences he’s had to deal with, the information Jungkookie came home with…”
“Not to mention Jungkookie…,” Taehyung smirked, only to have J-Hope reach out to smack him on the back of the head. You didn’t try to understand why as you were still trying to figure out what they were alluding to in regard to you.
“For a genius, he can be such a dumbass,” Yoongi groaned.
“Either way, he’s been a bit stressed out. We can forgive him for forgetting. He must have gotten his days confused and didn’t set a reminder to tell Y/N.”
You stomped your foot to grab their attention. “Please, can someone fill me in on what I’m supposedly missing here?”
The three gang members, suddenly, looked so small, almost like they were all trying to figure out how best to explain. You wondered if calling Namjoon would have been easier.
Yoongi cleared his throat. “Look, I’ve been in this hospital for almost two weeks. That’s too long. And the longer I’m here, the more dangerous for the innocent people who are here it becomes. The Royals have been scouting out this place, just trying to get a glimpse of any of us. Not to mention you. So, I’m leaving today. That’s why Taehyung had to dye my hair quickly and make me look as inconspicuous as possible. I can do the rest of my healing back at the Magic Shop, under Jin-hyung’s care. Doctor Na already came in and said things were ready to go.”
And that was why the full medicine bottles were there, you realized. You looked about the room and finally noticed that all the things they had brought Yoongi was missing. All his papers were placed in a file, sitting neatly on the table next to all of Taehyung’s supplies. All of it pieced together in your mind. They were actually leaving. That meant that you were free of them, right? Your contract must end when Yoongi set foot off the property. Of course, you were relieved. But you would be lying if there wasn’t a small part of you that would miss them. Despite how you felt at the beginning, they had treated you very well and gave you a lot to consider. Though, there was main part of your brain that reminded you that they were purposely keeping their real work from you, the U4-1A part. You couldn’t wait to be free of that stress. You were thankful for all they had done and would take that as full payment for this ‘life-debt’ they kept saying they owed you.
“Oh,” you said, composing yourself as you would for any patient that was leaving your care, “I see. I didn’t realize. Well, I’m sorry to see you guys go so soon. Here, let me make sure everything is in order. I have all your medications here; the instructions are on the bottle. But I’m sure that Jin will know what to do. Let me double check all the paperwork before you go to make sure Doctor Na printed out all the correct things. I’m sure there’s no release papers since all this is hush-hush.” You made your way over to the folder and flipped through it, blind to the confused faces that stared after you. “Oh, he didn’t print out the instructions for your shoulder exercises. I can do that really quick. You remember how to do them right? I mean, you have my number so you can call me at any time if you have questions. It was quite the adventure meeting you. I hope the next time we meet it’s under different circumstances.”
“Wait, Y/N, I think you’re confused,” Yoongi said, grabbing your attention. “I’m just leaving the hospital for everyone’s safety. But there is still treatment needed. We are just changing locations. Besides, we still need to keep an eye on you. There are reports of Choi’s men still trying to locate you. And you’ll be safe at the Magic Shop. No one but us knows where it is.”
“Wait, what?”
Taehyung smiled. “You’re coming home with us. You’ve been promoted to in home care.”
“Your contract is until Hyung’s treatment is complete,” Hobi reminded you. “And all of this can be done in the safety of the Magic Shop. Don’t worry. Jin-hyung basically has a fully stocked hospital room set up with all the things you will need. Plus, it will be easier to keep an eye on you there. By the time we get there, lunch will be ready. See, I told you it wasn’t for the reason you thought.”
“I’m not so sure about this,” you said hesitantly, nerves suddenly rising. “I never realized that I would be working outside of here.”
“It’s going to be okay, Doll,” J-Hope assured you, dropping a new name for you that rolled off his tongue with such ease. “Everything will be ok. Everything is still the same. You’ll still go home afterwards. But instead of this boring hospital room, you’ll be with us. And we have everything at the Magic Shop to occupy yourself.”
“Yeah,” Taehyung said, practically bouncing on his heels with excitement. “You’ll love it there. I’ll give you a tour. And the others are home, and they will love to see you again. It’s gonna be so nice. And I promise, nothing will change. We will still keep the bad talk down.”
“Please, Y/N,” Yoongi added, voice so calm, it soothed your nerves against your own judgement. “I promise everything will be ok.”
You met his eyes. And just like every other time, you felt compelled to trust him. You couldn’t explain it. Maybe it was just a well-practiced trick he had acquired over the years. But that one part of you that wanted to believe him, clung to that feeling that he cared. The tension and apprehension left your body. You gave a defeated smile and nod, knowing that there was no use trying to disagree, and not just because of how you felt.
Taehyung and J-Hope made quick work of collecting the items and moving them out. Yoongi kept his eyes on you, trying to come up with something to say that could remove that defeated look you wore. He wanted to make you understand them better. When he had snapped at you when you had tried to ask about his past, he didn’t see the point at the time. After a few days, he understood it would strip the idea of this dangerous, violent killer that the media and public had described him. He had struggled with deciding on what to say, or if it would help, when to try and talk to you. But each time, he decided against it. While it would probably help, it wasn’t something he enjoyed talking about. Even Bangtan knew not to bring up certain things with him. Only Joon, who experienced much of the same and was there for him in some dark moments, was able to talk him through some tough nights. He needed to be brave. Though, he was still trying to understand the pull you seemed to have on him. He had been around many different sorts of people and none of them affect him the way you did with a simple look. No one else, except his own Bangtan.
While the other two were taking the last of their things down to their cars, you grabbed a stray jacket on the bed and helped slip it over Yoongi’s shoulders. “Mind your shoulder,” you said as he slipped his good arm into the sleeve. “It’s supposed to be cloudy and cold today.”
“We’ll be alright once we get to the Magic Shop. It’ll be warm and safe.”
“I can’t see how a shop that sells magic wands and trick cards is safer than the hospital,” you grumbled. He started to laugh, low and soft. You stood before him with your hands on your hips. “What’s so funny?”
“You’ll see soon,” was his cryptic response. He reached out to touch the trim of your purple jacket. “Looks good on you.”
“Thank you. Taehyung knows how to pick a good one, doesn’t he?” It was your turn to laugh at the sour look the crossed his face. “I’m kidding. You picked out a really nice jacket. I can’t thank you enough. It’s beautiful.”
“Yes, it is. And so are..”
“You two ready to go?” Taehyung was leaning against the door frame, pulling a black beanie over his grey hair.
Yoongi praised Taehyung’s impeccable timing before he had said something he hadn’t realized. Thankfully, you didn’t seem like you had focused on it. You shrugged your shoulders and gave a defeated nod, still uneasy despite your joking behavior a moment ago. The two of you fell into step behind Taehyung as he swung the last of the bag over his shoulder and started down the hall. Yoongi couldn’t wait to get out of this hospital. But his joy was overshadowed by your uncertainty. He trailed behind you and Taehyung as the three of you made it to the elevator, and he could see how tense your shoulders were, the way you clenched your hands. He could practically hear your thoughts. He had known this was going to be a difficult experience for you. Namjoon, Jin, and him had discussed it prior. Joon and Jin thought that with time, you would be more open to their presence and joining them at the Magic Shop would be an easy topic to bring up. But they were too optimistic. Yoongi knew about anxiety, and yours made his assumption very clear. While you were more comfortable with them during the schedule they had made, there were many safe places and familiar people. Now, you were going to be in unfamiliar territory with only them. The stench of fear and uncertainty rolled off you. If only Joon had remembered to talk to you before today, maybe they could have eased you into this.
As the elevator door opened to the parking level, Hobi turned to the group once he determined the area clear. “Okay, here’s how we’re going to do this. Yeonjun has been scouting all morning and reported there’s been some Royal goons hanging out front. So, Taehyung is going to take the SUV and pick up the decoy we have coming out front. I’ll text Huening Kai once we split up. And when they follow them, Tae’s going to lead them in circles until they lose him. Meanwhile, I’ll take Hyung and Y/N in the town car. We’ll take the long way home just in case.”
“Don’t worry,” Taehyung said, squeezing your shoulder in assurance, “this is the easy part. I’ll be there just in time to give you a tour of the Magic Shop.”
You didn’t know what to say. All of this was happening too fast for you to process. Before you knew it, Taehyung was darting over to the familiar SUV you had used this morning with Hobi while you were being led to a car that was made to look like a fancy taxi. The inside was spacious with leather seats, dark, wooden finishing with soft lighting across the roof that looked like stars, and a partition that separated the driver from the passengers. The windows in the passenger’s sections were tinted so dark you could hardly see the other cars parked nearby. The windows were, also, thick with a shutter in between the panes. You climbed into the back of the car and were followed by Yoongi. Suddenly, your world was closed in, and you felt so hopeless. Hobi whispered something to Yoongi before shutting the door and hopping into the driver’s seat.
After departing from the parking structure and pulling out onto the main road, all seemed like it was going well. There was plenty of traffic and other luxury taxis from you to blend in without a thought. In the light of day, you still couldn’t make a lot out through the heavily tinted windows. However, as you pulled around to the front of the hospital, Hobi pointed out Taehyung’s SUV was in place. You squinted and could make out the familiar frame leaning against the black car, waving at someone. As your car came to a stop at the light just adjacent to him, you could make out someone walking over to him dressed in a large, hooded coat with platinum hair sticking out, and holding his arm to sell the fantasy that this was Yoongi. Had he not been sitting next to you, you would have been fooled. Taehyung played his part well; he ran up to the decoy and hugged him, fussing and ushering him to the SUV while looking about for anyone who may be watching.
“Will Taehyung be okay,” you asked as the SUV pulled away.
“Don’t worry,” Hobi said as he shifted the car and followed the stream of traffic. “If the Royals follow him, Taehyung knows how to get away. He’s gonna have them following themselves by the end of it. He knows these streets better than anyone. I’m sure by the time we get to the Magic shop, he’ll be right behind us. Speaking of, I’m going to close up the windows back there. Nothing personal Doll, but we can’t let you know where we’re going. You understand, right?”
“I understand. It’s not as if I already don’t know where we are. I only know a small part of the city. But I get it.”
The car fell into an uncomfortable silence after that. Once the shutters in the back rolled down, the lights from above turned brighter. You wrapped your arms about yourself to keep from panicking. It was this same yoyoing situation you kept battling when it came to anything Bangtan related. Yes, they kept reminding you that they were going to protect you. But you still felt trapped. All the random turns Hoseok made were making you sick. From what you could see from the front windshield, you couldn’t tell where you were at. You hadn’t been lying when you said you only knew a small part of Central; you followed the same route every day since you had arrived. Central was so vast, Amber had told you it was easy to get lost if you didn’t know where you were going. So, she helped you learn the simple bus route from her place to the hospital, and from your apartment. You were already confused about where you are. And that didn’t help your anxiety.
It only intensified after twenty minutes of twists and turns when Hobi’s phone rang. He announced he needed to take this and started to roll up the partition to give him more privacy. Just before it was fully rolled up, you heard Hoseok state, “yep, we got her. It’s going according to plan.” What plan? While a part of you tried to justify what he said, one part of you started rotating through every horror option it could come up with.
“I can almost see smoke coming out of your ears,” Yoongi’s voice cut through the silence of the car and stopped all the cycling in your mind. “Everything is going to be fine. We already told you this. He’s just talking to Jin-hyung. He’s checking in on us. He must have already talked to Taehyung. You’re going to be fine.”
“You guys keep saying that. And as much as I want to believe you, this is so much for me to take at one time. I don’t know what’s going to happen, if I’m going to wind up in some locked-up room until this contract is up. And then what happens? It’s not like I can just walk away, right? Isn’t that what the movies get right? Am I going to get scared into silence or bought, or drugged, or…”
“Hey,” he reached out and put a hand on your shoulder, “nothing like that is going to happen. We’re not the monsters here. Just calm down. I promise you’re not going to do anything that isn’t ultimately going to help you. Just take a breath and enjoy the ride.”
“Oh, that’s so easy to do,” you said as sarcastically as possible. “Every time I start to let my guard down, I get thrown into another scary situation that just reminds me of who I’m dealing with. You guys don’t understand what I’m feeling.”
“Sure, because none of us were ever forced into something. At least you get to ride in a car with someone trying to make it easy. At least you have people who are trying to explain it to you and show you some kindness. And ultimately, you have people who are changing everything they would normally do to make sure that you are comfortable. Your life isn’t broken and cut off; you still get to see those you want and go home at the end of the day. I would have killed for that. So, trust me if anyone in this car knows how you feel, even just a bit, it’s me. You’re allowed to be unsure and nervous. But know that you are in better hands than I was. You are much safer than I was.”
He took his hand away and turned to stare at his own reflection in the covered windows. The car once again fell into an uncomfortable silence. You found yourself remembering that day in the hospital when you two had fought. You remembered him telling you that he didn’t have a choice and how angry he got. Maybe he did get it. He wasn’t dismissing your feelings as it may have sounded to any passerby; he was giving you a different perspective. You turned to look at him and saw him struggling with himself, like he was trying to find something else to say but nothing was working. He let out a deep sigh, coming to a resolution after a long moment.
“I never wanted to do this. Never wanted to join a gang, you know. I really don’t like having to explain this…”
“You don’t have to tell me anything,” you interjected. “I’m sorry, it’s been hard and I just couldn’t handle my own emotions. I should have taken those anti-anxiety pills Dr. Na wanted me to try. But please don’t feel like you have to tell me things just to make a point.”
“Stop,” the command had no harshness or power behind it. It was more of a plea. “You had asked me before and I blew up because I was angry and thought you were just being intrusive. But once I thought about it, I figured it would help you see us for what we really are. To see we’re not what people think. This isn’t a fun subject for me. Hell, I don’t think I told the others until a few years after we all got together. I think only Namjoon and Hoseok knew the whole story first. It’s been so many years, you think I would be over this. But just now, I found myself struggling to find the words. But I need you to understand us. I want you to see why we’re here and that you are in safe hands. Safer than I was.”
You nodded, giving him your full attention.
“My family lived in a small town outside of Central. My family was poor but hard working. It was just my parents, my older brother, and I in a small apartment. My parents worked all the time just to make ends meet. I assume they cared about me. They never beat me or anything like that, but I wasn’t their primary focus. My brother could do no wrong in their eyes. Whereas I couldn’t meet their expectations. I would come home with B’s, he would have A’s. Nothing I ever did measured up to him. When he graduated, he told my parents he was going to move to Central and open a restaurant. They were so happy. After he was gone, they had asked me what I wanted to do when I was done with school. I wanted to pursue music. I had always loved it and found myself writing lyrics or playing on a piano that was in the lobby of our building. Yes, I was good at it. You can imagine how disappointed my parents were. They told me I needed to find something practical, a job that benefited society. They figured it was a phase and I would come to my senses. But I could never make them happy. After a while, they just ignored me. I think they hoped that I would drop everything to get their attention again. By the time I was thirteen, they had completely given up on me and just considered me a lost cause. I was just a shadow living in their house.”
“I’m sorry you were made to feel that way,” you told him.”
“The funny thing was, I was doing so well in school and everything else that I was in line for a scholarship to college, something my brother hadn’t done. My teachers were telling me that I was a genius, that I was going to make it. But there was still a part of me that wanted to make my parents happy. So, when I was fourteen, I started working odd jobs to help them pay the rent. I tried to buy their love and attention. My brother had written to me over the years, supporting my ambition and telling me how hard he was working. He told me once that once he made it, he would help me in my dream. And I believed him because I loved my brother more than my parents or music or myself. I was so stupid back then to believe him.”
“I was fifteen when my brother had come back to our apartment. Said he was taking a break from work to come see us. He had worked in a bunch of places before using all his savings to buy a place in the high-end part of Central. My parents were so proud that they didn’t even think to ask how he was making it work. They were just so excited to tell the rest of the building how successful their son was. But my brother wasn’t ready to open this place. He didn’t know how to run it. He was in so much debt. He had sold all his belongings to try and save himself. When that didn’t help, he borrowed money from my parents, and they didn’t question it. He should have started smaller or keep learning for a few more years. But he ended up making a deal with the head of the Royals, Ji. My brother didn’t read the fine print where they were to be paid back with interest or they’d take it back in other ways. So, when he came back to our apartment, I knew something was wrong by the way he was acting. Ji and his team came banging on my parents’ door. I suppose my brother thought he could hide but they found him. They came barging in, breaking up the place, and began beating my brother. Ji planned on taking back his money either in cash or in years under his thumb as a slave. My parents begged Ji to spare their son. They were so desperate that they offered to pay his debt. But my parents didn’t have the money. But they had a spare to send in his place. I was younger, could work harder than my older brother, be a better asset to Ji than a broken body who could only cook and gamble away his money. My parents called me out and told me to go with Ji. They said, ‘if you love our family, you’ll finally be useful’. They promised once the debt was paid, we would be a family again. I thought they were crazy, how could they do this to me? But Ji decided he liked the idea. So, I was dragged out of the apartment, screaming and begging for them to do the right thing. But they didn’t. I was thrown into the trunk of a car and taken to their headquarters, where for days I was starved and beaten until I agreed to do whatever they wanted. That’s how they get people to agree to join the Royals, you know. You either die or join.”
“You really didn’t have a choice,” you concluded with a shocked expression. “That’s awful. How did you survive all that?”
“I had to adapt. I held onto hope that my brother would start working again and buy my freedom. I held out hope for a few months. But I gave up on them like they had with me. I needed to survive so I did whatever I needed to. I changed my name to hide myself. I learned to steal, shoot, intimidate people into giving me what I needed. And when I was weak, they would make an example out of me for any new person. Choi’s favorite way to punish kids was to beat them until they were on the brink then lock them in a freezer. He’d let you out just before death took you. They thought it would create this dependency on them, brainwash you into believing you needed them to survive. That was Ji’s philosophy. The other three generals were just as bad if not worse. Sol was the one who monitored everything for Ji, making sure it didn’t go too far. He was the one to go out and find the new ‘recruits’. Then, when we were being punished, he would whisper to the new ones how lucky they were to be with him and not with Choi or D or the other. Choi was all about physical punishment. D was sadistic. Someone said he went mad a long time ago and reverted to this childlike state. He made this ‘playroom’ which was a torture chamber, and we were the toys for him to use. He had a tank of water to drown you with, or things to stretch you. Too many things. The youngest general liked to use drugs to mess with you. Meanwhile, Ji would come in and make himself the savior, so you’d swear allegiance to him and escape the pain. I tried not to lose myself. I put up so many walls to protect myself for years. I never stuck my neck out for anyone because no one was going to do that for me.”
“Then I met Joon. He was kidnapped from some club he had gone to on some school trip. He was so smart but also so dumb. I found myself in him, I suppose, and wanted to protect him. He was just a kid, not yet full of anger like me. And he was always watching and learning. I figured he could be useful. So, I would pair up with him a lot. And for the first time in a long while, I found someone I could rely on. He saved me from falling into the darkness, supported me. We, even, bonded over music together. I guess you could say that we became really good friends in that shit hole. We tried to run a few times. One time we made it to a police station. But Ji already had them in his back pocket and they were just as bad as the Royals. We were put in jail for a few nights before they delivered us back to Ji. And we got in a lot of trouble. But as long as we were still together, we could endure it. After a while, we figured there was no real out except advancing. So, we worked together to keep our real selves from disappearing like Ji wanted.”
“So how did you get out? Did you just advance enough?”
“I was eighteen when we finally got out. Three full years for me, two and a half years for Joon. We had learned a lot, had plans. But the one thing neither of us did was kill someone in cold blood. We had learned to shoot, but we had only been in fights where we had to defend ourselves. We had been teamed up with some younger kids to go collect some protection money from a store in the poor part of town. And Sol was with us to make sure we passed his test. The family didn’t have enough to pay and Sol dragged out their kid. Must had been no more than eight years old. Sol handed his gun to Joon and told him to shoot the kid to send the family a message. It would have destroyed Namjoon to do that. Despite what you’ve seen, Namjoon isn’t a coldblooded killer. He’s this big kid just trying to keep it together. And I’m sure Sol wanted to destroy that innocence. He tried to reason with the General, but Sol pushed him. Said if he didn’t shoot him, then Joon would take his place. I didn’t want Joon to do it, couldn’t see him be destroyed or killed. So I pushed Joon out of the way, took the gun, and shot the father in the leg instead. I tried to reason with Sol that shooting the kid wouldn’t make them pay us back, just make them fall further behind in their grief and that wouldn’t pay the bill. I justified that us taking mercy and giving the father a wound as a reminder would be enough. But he didn’t see it that way. He saw disrespect, an act of disobedience that the newer members would learn from. And weakness from Namjoon. So, I was sent to Choi for my punishment. I was always Choi’s favorite to hurt because I’d fight back or say something to fuck with him. And he wanted to be the one to put me in my place. He beat me with fists and metal pipes. Anytime I would pass out, he would wait and then start up again. This went on for hours. Finally, he dragged me to a walk-in freezer and locked me in. Either I would freeze to death or succumb to my injuries, or he would start all over again until I gave in. Unless Ji took mercy on me. He told me that Joon had been sent to somewhere where they would break his mind and leave him there. And I was going to live with that guilt forever. I can’t tell you how long I was in there, but I was so sure that I was going to die.”
“The next thing I remember was someone shaking me back to consciousness. They picked me up from the frozen ground and brought me out into the detention center and started to wrap up the worst of my wounds. They even put a coat on me. I guess one of the Suits had a change of heart. Couldn’t tell you why. I didn’t recognize him at the time. Probably could now if I saw him. If he’s still alive. But he had told me he was proud of me for saving the family and my friend. Said he saw how I was still human after all that time. I remember telling him that I didn’t care what happened to me but if anyone needed to be saved it was Namjoon. I begged him to rescue him instead. Then he said to me ‘you two are so alike, caring more about each other than yourself. That’s why you’ll be a great team and survive’. He had already rescued Joon. He was waiting outside for us. The man helped us get out of the Royals’ detention center and through the fences that secured it. Once we were in the city, he gave us money and told us to never look back, to find our light of hope. After that, we met Hoseok, and he helped us hide for a while. Then, we started meeting the others and came to the same conclusion that we wanted to make sure the Royals couldn’t continue doing this to others. And Bangtan was formed. We started by intercepting their kidnapping circuit and freeing the kids, then their supply lines, then performing rescue missions. We started protecting, selling, and creating just to destroy them. The rest is history. We led an uprising, the Royals fell, and Ji is dead.”
You sat there in silence, digesting every word he had said. You couldn’t believe what he had been through. And it made you want to learn about the others’ journeys. But it also made you realize how you had really been letting the preconceived image of them affect you. They weren’t these murdering, drug peddling thugs that you assume all gang members were. They had been tortured but still trying to do something against a greater evil. While you still didn’t approve of the selling of U4-1A, there was so much more to them than you had thought. You felt so bad for him for all the years he had gone through. No wonder he was so angry at the police when you brought it up. Had your father been around back then, you were sure he wouldn’t have been bought by that monster. And Yoongi didn’t have anyone else to turn to but those who had been in his shoes. There was so much more to them than you thought.
“Did you ever see your family again?”
His eyes shifted to you for the first time since starting his story. Of course, he had tried to see them again. The first time he had escaped he was almost home when he realized that they wouldn’t want him back. Sol had found him and showed him his brother’s debt, told him how his family hadn’t tried to come for him or buy him back. He, even, drove him to the apartment which had been sold not long after that night. While he had hoped that this was just some mental trick by Sol, three years had made it hard. Then after they had started to make a name for themselves, Bangtan had tried to have some closure with their pasts. He could remember walking on the dirt road to a small house that his family had moved into after that night when he was taken. Jin had pulled some records for him, not that he had asked the elder to do so. Hobi had driven him out there. Said it would be good for him to make amends or something. Actually, all of them had pushed him to see his family again just to help him close that chapter of his angry life. The others had reached out to theirs, whether for good or not. Yoongi remembered seeing his brother’s beat up truck out front as he made his way to the door and knocked on it. He didn’t want to do this. He was still angry, still hurt. He didn’t want to have a family with them anymore. He had found a family that actually wanted him. Why come back to this? Yoongi was about to leave when his brother had opened the door. After five years, his brother hadn’t changed. He looked tired and worn, but the same. But Yoongi looked different, dressed not in hand-me-downs as he had for years, but in expensive clothes he had bought himself with the money he had made from Bangtan. It took his brother a good minute to recognize him. It was the first time he recalled seeing his brother cry as he reached out to hug him.
“Little brother,” Yoongi remembered him crying, “you’re alive! I’m so happy to see you!”
“So happy, yet you didn’t try to get me out,” Yoongi had retorted, voice turned gravel over the years of anger and abuse.
“I know, Yoongi. Trust me, I wanted to so bad. I tried. They didn’t make it easy. I wanted to get you, but I had to get things right. After all the medical bills and the move, it was hard. But I promise you I was trying. I never stopped thinking about you. Eomma and Appa are working but they are going to be so happy to see you when they get home.”
“I doubt that. They were so ready to give me away. Why would they care if I survive? You can stop pretending like this was some mistake. I’m not here to stay. I just thought you’d like to know I got out without your help. Not that you were actually doing anything. I’m just here to let you know I won’t be around anymore, so you don’t have to pretend.”
“No, please, it’s not like that. I swear, I was trying. They were trying. They knew they made a mistake that night. I didn’t know that’s what they did until it was too late. We wanted to get you back, but they kept raising the interest on my debt. Every time I thought we were close, it doubled. We asked them to tell you we were trying. We tried asking to see you, but they wouldn’t let us. I filed with the police, but they came up with nothing. Please come inside. Let’s talk about this. You’ve grown up so much, I didn’t recognize you. You’ve been through a lot.”
“And all because of you. I took a punishment for you because of your stupidness. If you had just done what you were supposed to do, none of this would have happened. I wouldn’t have had my life taken away because I was the screw up spare. You were the screw up. But Eomma and Appa loved you more. I hope you enjoyed your life because I paid for it. Tell them the screw up paid your debt and is now going to be more successful than their favorite. Tell them that I don’t need them because they made me that way. They never cared about me. Ever since I told them I wanted to follow my own dreams, I was nothing to them. Well, they get their wish. I’m now a full member of society, just not how they wanted, I’m sure. You didn’t try anything; I saw the debt you still owed. So, don’t try to sell me this bullshit of how you tried or how you loved me. If you did, I wouldn’t have spent all those years in Hell. If any of you cared, you would have not taken that money or gone in my place like you should. For years, I survived beatings, starvation, and torture all for you. And what do I get out of it? Knowing that for all these years, my parents valued a failure over someone who had a college career laid out for him so he could be someone they could be proud of. Some family. And yet, I’m still doing things for you. Here,” he reached into his pocket and pulled out an envelope full of money, “I paid your debt for you. And I’m buying my freedom from you. Spend it, burn it, gamble it for all I care. But you tell them that I, the screw up who was useless to this family, made it by working harder than you ever did. And there is more there than you could have made in a year at your little restaurant. You know, the one that closed in a month because you had too high ambitions and not enough sense. Just had to make them proud and prove you were better than me. Well, now you’re the only son. And I’ve once again helped you out of debt. My final gift to you is a clean slate. There’s enough there to get you to a comfortable state. But if you waste it again, you won’t have me to save you.” He couldn’t stand there anymore. His anger was gushing out like a bleeding wound. It was taking everything in him to not break down. Because that’s not who he was in this moment. He wasn’t the younger brother who was upset with his family for forgetting him. He was the monster who was fueled by the hate of being abandoned for all those years. The person he had to become to protect himself. His members had worked so hard to help him, and this was supposed to be the clousure to help with his pain. He wanted to go home. He turned from his stunned brother to head back to the car.
His brother grabbed his arm and turned him back, throwing the envelop to the ground. “Yoongi, please…”
Faster than his brother could anticipate, Suga had yank his arm free and had his older brother pinned against the door frame, with a gun pressed under his chin. “Min Yoongi is dead,” he screamed! “I killed him because of you! My name is Agust, not Yoongi. Not anymore. He’s dead. Your baby brother is dead and gone. Only I remain to tell his story.”
Yoongi snapped himself out of his memory and back to the present. He hadn’t seen or tried to reach out to his family since. He hadn’t kept track of them either. Yoongi had fallen into a depression after that where the others had to struggle to pull him out of it. But they were there for him, and they were his family. He hated remembering that day just as much as his time with the Royals. But Yoongi needed to remind himself that he had grown from that, and he was fine. He was not ever going to be abandoned again.
“No,” he told you after taking a second to compose himself. “I know who my family is.”
At that moment, Hoseok rolled down the partition. You had never seen this part of town before and were sure you had almost crossed into another country at this point. He smiled in the rearview. “You two doing ok back there?”
“How much longer are we going to drive in circles? Pretty sure she has no idea where we are and if anyone is still following us, I’ll be surprised,” Yoongi asked as he slouched down in the seat.
“Relax, you grumpy kitty. No one followed us. Taehyung thinks he had someone following him for a bit, but he’s been in the clear for the last twenty minutes. We should be at the Magic shop in ten. You ready to see the Magic shop, Y/N?”
“I suppose I don’t have a real say in it. But I’m ready for anything at this point as long as I can stand up for a bit.”
“Don’t worry, Taehyung’s really excited to give you a tour of the place,” Hoseok rolled the partition back up with one last smile to you.
True to his word, the car came to a halt after ten minutes. Yoongi had fallen silent again, leaning heavy against the window. You figured that trip down bad memory lane had been a lot for him mentally. At one point, the car sloped down and there was a hollow echo as if you had entered an underground tunnel. Was the Magic Shop so well hidden from Choi because it was underground? But how could that be? Then, the car pulled back up and leveled out again. But this must be normal as Yoongi didn’t react to it. The sound of the road changed from the familiar sound of pavement to gravel before coming to a stop.
Then, Hobi opened the door.
You weren’t sure what you were expecting but it wasn’t an abandoned, run down train yard paved with gravel stone and packed dirt with weeds. You weren’t sure where in the city you were, but this place looked as if it hadn’t been touched for years. Looking behind the car, you could see the road you had driven in on led to a tunnel that traveled under an elevated part of the old tracks that led all over the yard. Old, rusted strips ran as far as you could see with old, forgotten train cars scattered here and there covered in rust and age like a dead homestead. You swore you could make out a few people shifting between the cars; homeless maybe? There was a long chain length fence that surrounded the stretch of land with ripped and mended privacy tarps and caution signs. You could make out the words ‘condemned by order of the city’, ‘do not enter’, and ‘no trespassing’. Where were you? Looming ahead like a chilling shadow was a building to match the signs. It was large, an old attempt at a train terminal you assumed. The windows were boarded, there was rusted scaffolding leaning heavy against the exterior. The building must have been planned to be a grand travel sight with its arching roof and high clock tower. The three-story building had seen better days. The grounds were unkempt, with vines and weeds taking over. It appeared that the side of the building was covered in more fencing and tarps to hide its decay from the elements. Dead electrical wires lay broken against the structure. Bricks were broken or missing entirely. You could make out layers of graffiti from years of vandalism. And trash littered everywhere. The whole place was dying, taking a final breath before being forgotten by time. The sound of dogs barking echoed across the emptiness of the abandoned yard. You couldn’t hear any cars from the street or any sounds of the city. How far away were you from civilization?
That feeling that you were about to be left for dead came back.
“We found this place a long time ago,” Hobi said as he took a look about the place with a fondness you couldn’t understand. “Seokjin said that about seventy years ago, some rich bastard wanted to make a lavish station with shops and a hotel, where trains from all over the country could come. There were some drawings in some old records that showed crown molding, stained glass windows, marble everywhere. It was going to look like a palace when it was done. But there was a bankruptcy, or a fire, or it changed hands too many times, I can’t remember. But it was forgotten. It fell into ruin and the city sectioned it off. They were gonna demolish it a while back after some people got hurt sneaking in for a prank. But it was forgotten during the first big gang war. Now, it’s just an eye sore in this part of town. Not that there’s much around here. It was perfect. After Jin blackmailed his father, he bought it for us.”
“I don’t think I understand. It looks like it’s about to come down. This can’t be where you live,” you said, hugging the straps of your bag closer to you.
“Well, it wouldn’t be a good hideout if it looked like a mansion.” Well, he got you there.
From the other side of the monstrous building, the familiar SUV came into view. Taehyung parked it by an overturned shipping container that must have fallen from one of the transport trains years ago. He hopped out of the car, followed by the decoy Suga. Without the tinted windows in the way, you were able to get a better look at him. He was young, much younger than you anticipated. Without the hood up or the act, he looked nothing like Yoongi up close. And he was taller. He had a boyish shyness to him as he greeted the others. How young did Bangtan start recruiting? Yoongi had been fifteen when he was taken by this Ji they had referenced before.
“Any problems,” Yoongi asked, falling into his ‘Suga’ tone of voice you had started to differentiate. This was more authoritative, calculating, and colder. Whereas Yoongi was quieter and calmer.
“Not too much. The Suits were definitely watching us. We were followed for about twenty minutes before I lost them in NCT territory. Baby Kai did his part well didn’t he? Trained him myself, Y/N.” Taehyung threw his arms around the boy, who shrank into himself from the sudden attention.
“Tae, stop teasing him. Kai, can you take care of the cars for us? I think I saw Taehyun and Beomgyu down in the shipping containers. They can help if you want. Then start doing some rounds. I assume Soobin is still in the lab, so just do the basics.”
Heuning Kai gave another bow to Suga before taking the keys from Taehyung and moving the SUV out of sight.
“Can we go in now,” Yoongi grumbled as he ran his good hand through his now red hair. “I’m still hurt if you all forgot and would like to lay down.”
“Sorry, Ahjussi,” Taehyung sighed, earning a glare from his hyung. “Come on, Y/N. It’s even prettier on the inside.”
You wanted to question his statement- in fact, you wanted to question a lot of things- but he presented you with his arm and a boxy grin that compelled you to follow the three of them up to the large entrance. Off a small staircase to the concrete platform, there was a large set of double doors, highly embossed brass arching doors from a vintage design plan. There were wooden planks nailed across the frame that towered above you, making it impossible to open the door from the outside. Before you could ask what magic word they had to speak to get the door to open, Hobi balled his fist and knocked hard on one of the boards near the middle of one of the doors. Your eyes widened as a small square of the old wooden board swung open on a hinge. It was a hidden panel that hid an old keep pad and a doorknob. There was no seam, so they had to know exactly where to hit it and you were sure with years of practice, they knew what they were looking for. Hobi’s fast fingers typed in a code that seemed to have too many numbers before you heard a loud click that made you jump. Taehyung couldn’t hide his laugh and you could have sworn you saw Yoongi smile too before you brought your attention back to Hoseok. He gave the knob a quick twist before shutting the panel, and it disappeared from your sight as fast as it appeared.
And a normal sized door swung open before Hobi, just as magical as the panel had been. You weren’t sure how it could be possible for it to be so well hidden. Hobi and Yoongi stepped in without a thought, disappearing into the inky blackness beyond the door despite the sunny day. Taehyung gave you a reassuring squeeze before trying to take a step towards the door. But your feet stayed rooted, too scared to follow. But he was patient, still giving you an encouraging nod. He stepped partway into the door, slightly disappearing into the darkness, and presented his hand out to you. This is so crazy, you kept saying. But there was nothing behind you for an escape and you had to trust them, right? You took a deep, uneasy breath, adjusted your bag across your shoulders, and took Tae’s hand. And he pulled you into the darkness.
The door swung closed with a heavier clang than you expected that sent you stumbling into Taehyung’s arms. You felt his whole chest vibrate with a silent laugh. You held on tighter as the biting chill of the room set upon you. It must have been more than twenty degrees colder in the sealed room than outside. There were small streams of light flooding in through broken pieces of ceiling above you. As your eyes adjusted to the hazy shadows, you could make out a small entrance space with arching columns lining either side with broken benches leading to closed off doors that seemed just as sealed as the double doors you had just passed through. The floor was a dusty tiled mosaic that you were sure would have looked beautiful in the light from the glass roof and crystal chandelier had either of those been uncovered or well maintained. The streams of light seemed to all verge on the same thing at the end of the room; a small, caged ticket window that was currently occupied by a masked and hooded figure that made you gasp and hold on to Taehyung more.
“See hyung,” Hobi’s cheerful voice cut through the suffocating silence, “I told you that old mannequin would be good there if anyone broke in. Gives the place a real haunted vibe. And it scared someone other than me and Jin-hyung.”
Yoongi ignored him and looked back at you. Through the dim lights, you could have sworn he looked concerned about you. “It’s okay, Y/N. This is just the façade to scare trespassers away. Not that we have many anymore.”
“Yeah, we don’t come in this way too often. We usually go in through the garages. But we wanted to give you the full show,” Taehyung said, sounding almost giddy, like he was proud of this.
“Well, I’m officially freaked out. I’m supposed to be trusting you with my safety and I get a horror show. Is this why it’s called the Magic Shop? With appearing doors and haunted house effects?”
“Not necessarily,” came the response, but from who you couldn’t tell as Taehyung started to move you forward. As you got closer to the caged ticket booth, you could just make out an old plaque hanging on it. You could just make out a few words, ‘Wanted to become your comfort and move your heart, to take away your sadness and pain. Open the door and this place will await, it’s okay to believe’. You weren’t sure what it meant but for some reason, it eased your fear in a way you couldn’t explain. The four of you stood in front of the sealed door to the right of the booth with seemingly no place to go. Hoseok turned to you with a grin.
“Are you ready to see what’s next?”
“I don’t think I have any other choice. So, show me.”
“I’ll show you.” And he reached up and yanked on a dusty wall sconce that was shaped like an old hourglass.
The door swung open into a huge atrium that must have once been designed as the main lobby for the massive train station. It was so bright from the stained-glass skylight that it took your eyes a moment to adjust before you could take in everything. The whole grand room was bathed in a beautiful array of colors, with dimmed lighting fixtures you could only assume would brighten as the sun went down. The room was warm and comforting. Compared to the outside that was modeled with a vintage flair, the inside was so new and modern. There was a grand stairway in the center that led up to the second floor made from white marble and iron that arched in a fine design. Where outside there were dying plants and rusted facades, inside there were beautiful, green plants and art work hung about that gave it a revitalized feel. Where you could assume based on their descriptions of what it was supposed to be, on the second floor there were three open archways that led into halls that may have been meant for shops and lounges, and down on the first floor there were passageways on either side of the stairs that must have led to the train platforms at one point. You could see a small sitting area just by the stairs, and another set of stairs leading down beyond it. Maybe those lead to the garages Taehyung was talking about. You felt Tae slip out of your grasp and step away, admiring your shocked expression as you took it all in. It was like you had stepped into a fantasy. All fear that you had dulled as you let the curiousness of the place overwhelm you. There had to be some magic at work for this to be possible.
Before you could form a question, you heard footsteps echoing from one of the halls on the ground floor. From the hall to your left, Namjoon appeared reading a book, thick glasses perched on the end of his nose with his white hair messy and falling across his gaze. He was dressed in a baggy, white t-shirt and black sweatpants, a very relaxed homebody look that didn’t give off the air of the ‘heartless leader of a notorious gang’. There was a steaming cup of coffee in his other hand. Perhaps that way was where the kitchen was? Nevertheless, he didn’t really seem to notice you all had entered. Could they be so sure that no one would find them that this was normal? By the way that Hobi rolled his eyes and Yoongi gazed at the other, this seemed normal to them. They watched as Namjoon continued to make his way across the atrium, muttering the words on the page to himself in a gruff voice, the corners of his lips lifting in an amused smirk that you couldn’t help but find cute. As he got closer, you started to notice little marks that could just be seen from the laxed collar of his shirt; fresh bruises on one side of his neck and a few on his wrist. And on the other side of his throat, it almost seemed like there were faded bite marks. Had he been in a fight? Was that why you hadn’t seen him or why he had forgotten to talk to you? But he seemed fine now. He was all smiles and relaxed. Unless this was, also, normal for them.
As he was about to walk past the four of you, he seemed to finally sense that there was someone else there. His warm eyes glanced up at you before he returned to his book. “Hey hyungs, Tae. Morning Y/N.” And he continued to walk, as if nothing was odd or unexpected. He made it to the main stairs before his body jolted to a stop and he slowly turned back to face you all with a look of pure confusion and dread. His eyes darted around like he was trying to search his brain for an answer to some many questions. His whole posture shrank in a sheepish way that was almost adorable for the large man. “What day is it?”
“It’s Wednesday, Namjoon-ah,” Hobi chided. “You know, the day you decided we were gonna bring Y/N here. We talked about this.”
“Shit,” the leader grumbled as he snapped his book closed and deposited it on the stair banister along with his coffee. “I’m so sorry. Things just got so caught up. I thought it was still the weekend. With all these meetings and Jungkook coming back from his mission. I was still waiting for Jackson to get here and give me the report I asked for. I lost track of time and got the days confused-”
“You know,” Yoongi interrupted, “for someone who is revered for being a genius, you sure are a dumbass. But I guess that’s one of your lovable qualities.”
Namjoon’s cheeks turned a cute shade of red as he pulled his glasses off his face. “Nice to have you home, Hyung. Y/N, I’m sorry. I wanted to talk to you about this to make sure you were going to be comfortable with this. I hope the guys eased you into it.”
“I mean, they tried. It was a bit of a shock. But I promise to get over it. I’ll make sure not to mess up your home. This is definitely not what I expected.”
“It never is. Especially when you see the outside. Most of the time, we blindfold people until they’re inside. But we decided to trust you more. Since you did save Hyung’s life and all.” He stepped down the stairs and came up closer to the rest of you. You could see the marks better then. The bruises were definitely fresher than the faded bites on his neck. Bruises were something you were quite familiar with. The one on his wrist was more defined, almost resembling a handprint. “Sorry, if I had remembered what day it was, I would have dressed better. I just rolled out of bed.”
“Oh,” you said, tearing your eyes away from his neck and trying not to blush, “it’s fine. I mean, this is your home after all. I don’t want to intrude on anyone’s habits.”
“Don’t let Jimin hear you say that,” Taehyung whispered behind you. Even Yoongi snorted out a laugh.
“Are you okay,” you asked, trying to sound as clinical and professional as you were supposed to in your role as in-home care. “Those marks look pretty bad. Did you get into a fight?”
Namjoon’s hand flew to cover the deepest bruise on his neck, suddenly looking very nervous. Hobi put his hands on his hips in a very direct way and Taehyung leaned forwards over your shoulder, like they were expecting a very interesting answer from him. Yoongi eyed the younger man with a very intrigued look that dared Joon in a way you couldn’t decipher.
“This? Oh, um… it’s nothing really. This is a… CrossFit injury. Yeah, CrossFit.”
“CrossFit,” Yoongi echoed. “Really?”
Taehyung leaned over to Hobi and whispered, “CrossFit, that’s a new nickname for Jungkookie,” which was hidden over Hoseok’s loud laughter.
“No, really,” Namjoon defended, cheeks so red, “I had a CrossFit session with Jin last night. It’s a good stress reliever but can leave some… odd marks.”
“Jin? CrossFit? Oh, this I have to see. Maybe we can catch an encore session? See if we can get some pointers?”
“You guys, knock it off,” Namjoon hissed, voice raising in a more serious way that only seemed to encourage Hobi and Taehyung more. “Don’t listen to them, Y/N. They love to fool around.”
“Us fool around? Maybe we should ask Jin and Jungkook?”
“It’s okay,” you said, not really sure what all the fuss was about, other than the others getting a chance to rile their leader up after his embarrassment. “I think I’ve read something about that. That CrossFit can leave bruises on beginners if they don’t do something right. I’m sure the hospital has seen a few cases here and there.”
“Seriously,” Joon had a look of disbelief on his face before he seemed to realize what he was saying. “I mean, yeah. I knew that. I read about it. That’s why I knew that.” He cleared his throat. “Anyways, what are you all planning to do? I should probably call Jackson and see why he’s taking so long.”
“Yeah, nice save.” Yoongi pushed past Namjoon and started up the stairs. “I’m going to lay down for a while. No one bother me unless someone is dead or it’s time for my medicine.”
“Hyung, let me help you to your room at least. Wouldn’t want you ‘accidentally’ locking yourself in the Genius Lab to work when you shouldn’t,” Hoseok dashed up and took ahold of Yoongi’s good hand. Yoongi growled something you couldn’t make out, but it made Hobi laugh again. You watched as they ascended the stairs and disappeared through one of the halls.
“Come on, Y/N,” Taehyung said with a bounce in his step. “I promised you a full tour of the house. That’s okay, right Joon-hyung?”
Joon looked like he was contemplating some factors that you didn’t know. You were about to suggest that Taehyung just show you where you were going to be set up and not bother with anywhere unnecessary, but he smiled.
“I was going to wait for the report. But I think it’s fine. Just the main parts. I wouldn’t like to know what the guys’ rooms look like right now. Especially this grubby one,” Joon shoved Taehyung, who grabbed his arm with a playful wail.
“Ow, you bulking behemoth! I’m so delicate! Besides, my room is immaculate. You’re the dirty one.”
“It’s called controlled chaos. And at least I know where all my stuff is.” Namjoon went back to collect his coffee. He turned back to you before he left with his arms stretched out in a grand manner. “Have a good tour, Y/N. Welcome to the Magic Shop.”
#bemylight#bts fic#bts fanfction#bts fanfic#bts imagines#bts mafia fic#bts mafia au#yoongi#yoongi x y/n#yoongi x reader#bts x reader#bts x y/n#bangtan#bangtan sonyeondan#poly ot7#ot7#kim namjoon#kim seokjin#min yoongi#jung hoseok#park jimin#kim taehyung#jeon jungkook#magic shop#long reads#reallylong
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AO3 Recs - NJ Centric
AO3 recs with Namjoon as the central character.
(All member x member fics)
The Day He Grew Wings by sleepydrabbles [completed]
ot7, ot6 x namjoon, dragons, hybrid au, trauma, trauma recovery, hurt/comfort, mind the tags
namjoon wakes up one day and finds he’s turning into a dragon hybrid. luckily his friend yoongi works to protect hybrids. / although there are a lot of painful moments, in general this writing is so soft and sweet. namjoon’s painful introspection is relatable, the way seokjin struggles to balance his different instincts is relatable, yoongi mourning his friend while still loving the new person he’s becoming is…
A Good Ending by Caitles [completed]
ot7, isekai (fall into another world), otome
namjoon gets isekai-ed straight into his favorite new otome and can’t choose between the six love interests. he doesn’t want to lose any of them
you’ve always known how to make me purple by CrabWhisperer [completed]
ot7, a/b/o dynamics, canon compliantish, trans character, harassment
Namjoon tries to navigate the world without a sense of smell. The others try to communicate their feelings.
i could tell somewhere in your smile that lately you had trouble sleeping by CrabWhisperer [completed]
ot7, hanahaki, canon compliantish
The tapes that Namjoon meant to get sent to the other members after his death arrive early.
and diamonds become dust by CrabWhisperer [completed]
ot7, hybrid au, time skips, some smut
Namjoon has a gilded life but runs away to something much better.
you need to believe in your aching mind by CrabWhisperer [completed]
ot7, pre-canon compliantish, wingfic
Winged human Namjoon accepts the offer to become an idol rapper.
What I Did On My Summer Vacation, Age 18 ½ by Runchrandom (infraredphaeton) [completed]
ot7, gangs, underground rapping, assassins, crack
Namjoon accidentally starts a gang with the boyfriends he keeps accidentally acquiring.
when tomorrow comes, how different is it going to be? by cherryblossombomb [completed]
platonic! ot7, time travel, canon compliantish
Namjoon wakes up in the future.
You’re Stressing meowt! by batjacky [completed]
ot7, cat shifters/hybrids, lowkey sugar baby namjoon, crack
Namjoon, a cat shifting phd student brings home a bunch of cats not knowing they are also cat shifters.
Snowfall In The Soul by suugabee
ot7, soulmates au, dream sharing
Namjoon meets his soulmates in his dreams.
for lovers who hesitate by jia_yang (serenaracha) [completed]
ot7, canon compliantish, secret dating
Namjoon finds out he’s the seventh wheel of a six person relationship in Bangtan. But is he?
Bulletproof by Fabro-de-omres (Fabro) [completed]
platonic(?) ot7, superheroes/superpowers au, touch starved
Namjoon is invulnerable, which also means he can’t feel his teammates touching him. /lovely soft writing and namjoon, interesting super powers and world building.
#bts fanfic recs#bts fanfiction#bts fanfic#archive of our own#ao3#namjoon centric#kim namjoon#completed
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the glow up (7) | pjm, kth
pairing: taehyung x reader, jimin x reader
summary: after going off to college, you & your best friend committed to working out. a year later, the results show, and you cant wait for your hot hometown friends to see you. now all you wanna do is wild out and have lots of sex, and enjoy it without feeling insecure
genre: smut, childhoodfriends!au weightloss!au (is that a thing) friends-to-lovers!au
word count: 6.6k (oops)
warnings: multiple smut scenes, unprotected sex, doggy style, love-making, daddy kink+impreg kink+praise kink if you squint, toxic behavior, cheating, unhealthy relationship dynamics, emotional sex, oral (f receiving), alcohol-abuse, public sex/exhibitionism, a whole lot of kissing
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“I need to tell you something Tae” Taehyung used to always generally wonder what it would be like to be shot with a gun. He wondered if the pain was quick, or if it was constant. “Jimin asked me out, and I said yes”
Wait. How did he even get here? Taehyung’s vision was blurred. He was not entirely sure he was even conscious, the temperature and humidity exorbitantly high in the enclosed shower. Something carnal had overcome him, as though he saw the opportunity to claim his prize and he ravished for it, pushing aside all inhibitions in the process. That prize was you. But the second you said the words he so badly craved, his heart plummeted. The tone. The look on your face. None of it was right. You had quickly retracted everything you said, barely giving him a minute to relish in it.
He tried to kiss you softly, trying to act like everything was perfect and he was satisfied with you. He tried to suppress the newfound ache he felt deep in his veins, focusing instead on your hot wet body pressed up against him with no space to breathe.
At least Jimin had seen it. That’s what he wanted, wasn’t it? Taehyung glanced back at the boy who was almost lifelessly sitting on the bathroom floor, tears escaping his pained eyes, but not a sound.
“I’m so sorry” You exhaled, bringing him back to reality. Taehyung smiled, hugging you close but maintaining his gaze on Jimin. He couldn’t handle a confrontation right now. He was exhausted, dizzy and needed to get some sleep. “I need to tell him…I…I fucked up.” Was this all a dream?
Jimin quietly rose from where he had collapsed, and before you could see that he saw everything, he backed out of the room, an intense stare locked on Taehyung’s now drooping eyes. Taehyung could barely stand straight, the alcohol kicking in hard now. His head ached, and he felt like everything around him was slowing down. He shut his eyes, letting the warm darkness of ignorance envelop him.
-
The scent of fall was always so refreshing. It reminded you that soon you would be returning to campus, where your real life lay, and your little bubble fantasy would come to an end. And in this case, you wished that it would come sooner. You missed the days where your biggest concern was an upcoming paper due, or if you would be able to land an interview.
You were at the local market with you ran into the person you least expected to see. Jungkook.
“Well hi there hottie” Jungkook winked. You felt a bitter taste in your mouth as he chuckled, “I’m kidding…chill. What’s up?” He came over to your cart, leaning casually against it.
“Shopping” You muttered trying to express your discomfort. Jungkook cleared his throat.
“Listen Y/n, I’m really sorry about everything this summer. You and I were friends, and I disrespected you. I know sorry doesn’t undo it but, I really do feel bad about it all”
“O..okay” You shrugged, his apology making you all the more uncomfortable “If you’ll excuse me…”
“Taehyung really misses you.” He blurted, “Why did you suddenly just stop talking to him?
You scoffed, “He knows”
“He doesn’t. He really doesn’t remember anything Y/n. He didn’t know you were dating Jimin until a few days ago when I brought it up because I saw his insta story”
You blushed slightly, remembering the sweet picnic Jimin had taken you on. You had come clean to Jimin, and surprisingly he had not been upset with you. He simply agreed that perhaps you guys were neither at a place to be in a relationship, and that your friendship was far too important to risk.
You two decided at least for the time being, to stay friends. Ever since then, you had been able to hang out with him normally. His only caveat being that you stop seeing Taehyung.
“Anyone but him Y/n…please” Jimin had pleaded. Your heart clenched. You had only just begun to entertain the idea of Taehyung as something more than a fuckbuddy, but now that door was closed before it even opened.
You rolled your eyes at Jungkook, “We’re not dating.”
“Okay then why can’t you go see Taehyung? He’s been calling you like crazy, he’s asked me to call you. He’s so confused” You would be lying to yourself if you said you hadn’t thought about it. That you hadn’t been constantly thinking about it. Your lack of response prompted Jungkook to continue, “Y/n…I’ve literally never seen him like this okay. He hasn’t been doing anything. He hasn’t been hooking up…or even talking to anyone else anymore. He barely eats, he just sits in bed being a pathetic wimp all day. Least you could do is give him an explanation”
“Jimin doesn’t want me to talk to him. That’s what it took”
“God how are you even friends with this prick?” Jungkook scoffed, “Jimin can suck a tree truck ok, what do you want to do?” You simply shrugged. You hadn’t really even asked yourself that. You were an absolute mess and you hated it. But Taehyung never minded. He saw the mess, and instead of trying to clean you up he embraced the mess you were, seeing what was beneath all of it, just a girl who wanted to be cherished. Someone who wanted to be celebrated. Yes, you liked attention. Yes, you liked being adored. Taehyung checked off every box.
You sighed, “Ok, I’ll call him” Jungkook pouted “Fine. I’ll go see him” He grinned.
-
Taehyung rolled over, his comforter falling off his bed into a pile on the floor. He groaned into his pillow. He felt pathetic. He was able to harbor his crush for so long and accept the reality that Y/n was not his to have, but now he had a taste. He had become attached. And it hurt like hell.
You had stopped talking to him out of the blue after Hobi’s party. He remembered kissing you in the pool, but no matter how hard he tried, nothing else was coming back to him.
Taehyung had cried so much in the past few days, his skin was absolutely dry. He felt helpless, like he didn’t even get a chance. He wanted to take you on dates. He wanted to kiss you in public, swinging you around like the princess you were. His princess. He wanted to spoil you and see that cute smile of yours. He didn’t want to have sex anymore. Well…he did. The thought of you on his cock was the closest thing to pleasure he felt anymore. But as soon as he remembered he’d never ever have that pleasure again, it would end up hurting even more.
“Tae?” He clenched his eyes shut, preferring to sleep because at least then he could dream that you were there. “Tae it’s me” Your voice was soo soothing to him. He could listen to you all day.
Taehyung jumped suddenly as he felt a hand on his shoulder. It was you. You were actually there. Taehyung quickly wiped his face with his hand and rubbed his eyes to confirm what he was seeing.
“What are you doing here?” Taehyung’s voice was soft, almost broken.
“I owe you an explanation” As soon as you said those words you almost laughed, “Actually, I don’t owe you anything. But you forgot what happened so” Taehyung reached for your hands put you shifted away. His eyes were wide, pleading for just a simple touch.
“Look whatever it is I’m so sorry okay” Taehyung whimpered, trying to reach for you again, watching as the tips of his fingers touched yours. “God I missed you” He looked back up at you. Your heart skipped a beat.
“We fucked. But Jimin had just asked me out and we were drunk. We fucked in a shower and then I told you that it was a mistake. Then you passed out. I told Jimin what happened, and he forgave me but asked that I stop seeing you. Which is fair.” You gulped. “I said I loved you” Taehyung’s hand slid over yours, “I regretted it”
You could feel him trembling. “Really?” Taehyung whispered. You nodded before realizing what you had just implied. Taehyung firmly grasps your hand now, pulling you towards him slightly, reaching his other hand to your face and stroking your jaw. He exhales. Your breath hitched as he pulled your face in close. He licked his lips, letting his eyes drop to your lips then back to gaze into your eyes. “Is that a yes for regretting or a yes that you love me?” He looked like heaven, his eyelashes fluttering right before you, a teasing gleam in his gaze. You couldn’t take it anymore. You grabbed his shirt and pulled him into you, kissing him desperately.
Taehyung fell on his back, pulling you to straddle him. You dipped your chest, pressing against him as you moaned into the kiss, wanting to feel his warmth as much as possible. He was sweaty from being in bed for so long, but you didn’t care. You ran your fingers through his tangled locks, swallowing his tongue in your mouth. Taehyung gripped your hips, pinching your sides fondly. His fingers pressed into your skin as the slipped under the waistline of your shorts. You gasped for air only for Taehyung to whine, raising himself to meet your lips again before you could even finish a breath.
“Fuck princess” Taehyung hissed as you found a way to wiggle off your tank top, revealing a cute bralette. You maybe had an inkling something like this would go down. Never hurt to be prepared. “You little minx, you knew daddy was gonna fuck you huh?”
You giggled as he sat up and pulled you flush against him, peppering kisses across your chest. He pushed his face into your breasts and paused, inhaling deeply. “So fucking hot” He murmured.
The feeling of his soft hair on your skin made your heart pound insanely fast. He looked up at you, his eyes full of mischief and lust. He pushed you back so he was on top of you now, pulling off his shirt seamlessly. You traced his chest.
He kissed you harshly, biting your lip before moving down your body. He kept his eyes glued to yours as he moved from your lips, down to your neck, your chest, your tits, your stomach, your thighs. Once he reached your knees he stopped and tugged off your shorts and panties.
“Is this for me princess?” His voice was so incredibly soft as it vibrated against your inner thigh. You gulped and nodded. “You look delicious baby…I can’t wait to taste you”
You squealed as his tongue found your clit. His warm tongue knew your pussy well and it showed, as he made you twitch and scream beneath him, hitting all the right places. He ate you out like you were his last meal, carefully savoring every bit of your dripping cunt.
He broke away to lick his lips, smirking at you. “Get on your knees” He ordered. You shivered at the prospect. You got ready for him as he shed the rest of his clothing. His cock was throbbing for you. He gripped your wrists harshly as he positioned himself behind you, leaning over you so his face was buried in the back of your neck.
“You’re so good for me, such a good girl.” He groaned, rolling his hips so that his cock brushed past your ass. His kissed your shoulder fondly. “So perfect mm” He let go of your wrists, pumping his cock before guiding into you. Your hole practically sucked him in. You weren’t as stretched out as you could have been, so you felt the pain as he slowly bottomed out. Taehyung collapsed over you again, kissing your cheek softly and grabbing your breasts.
“Holy fuck you’re tight” He moaned out, savoring the feeling of just being inside of you. He nuzzled into your neck cutely. “All mine. My princess” He kissed your cheek again as he rolled his hips. The contrast was overwhelming. Your heart didn’t know what to feel. The boy of your dreams being an absolute darling while also taking you from behind.
“Is this okay baby?” He thrusted into you harshly, pausing to make sure it didn’t hurt.
“Yeah…more Tae…do more” You whined. Taehyung chuckled, groping you harshly as he flexed his hips again. He loved the way your whole body would jerk under him with every thrust. Your breasts steady in his hands as the rest of you pushed further into the mattress.
You could feel yourself getting lost in the feeling. His sensual grind making your whole body feel fluttery and excited. He felt amazing. His nose traced the nape of your neck. You closed your eyes, savoring the way you could feel his cock pulsing inside of you. “Fuck princess you’re so goddamn tight, just squeezing the fuck out of me”
“Do…do I feel good? Do you like it?” You asked nervously, unsure if you needed to be doing anything differently. You tried to push your ass back as he thrusted to allow him to get even deeper inside of you.
“Of course princess, you feel amazing. You’re so fucking good. So good. Such a good girl for me” Taehyung let out a low growl as his pace sped up, “My little princess, all wet and tight for me, letting me just pound into you like…fuckkk” He cried out as you clenched down on him, feeling a small rush of adrenaline overtake you. You knew you would cum soon, his words turning you on beyond reason.
“Just like that baby…so good…that’s it baby” He urged you on, noticing you getting wetter by the second. The obscene squelching mixed with your loud whimpers filling the room. “Come on princess, I know you wanna cum. Cum for me. Cum for me like the good girl you are” Taehyung’s voice was incredibly sensual, and your brain short circuited. You squealed as your eyes rolled back in pleasure. Your orgasm shaking you to the core, causing you to clamp your cunt tightly around Taehyung’s cock, twitching as you gushed onto him.
“Yes…fuck yes” Taehyung basked in the feeling of your orgasm, fucking you even faster through it. “You feel so good holy fuck” He cried out, his hands leaving your breasts to help hold himself up as his hips began moving insanely fast.
“I’m…” He exhaled, “Gonna….” He slowed down his thrusts, wanting to savor the feeling a bit longer before he burst. “Princess say you love me. Tell me how much you love me”
Your heart swelled, a comforting feeling washing over you at the realization that Taehyung was really yours. That maybe…maybe you were having sex with the guy that would be your boyfriend. You couldn’t keep down a smile.
“I love you Taehyung. I love you. Cum inside me baby. Want you” You choked out. You felt his cock twitch inside you before a hot liquid shoots into your core. Taehyung screams out as he empties inside of you, immediately falling to your side limply.
There was a moment of silence before Taehyung wrapped his arms around you and pulled your naked body into his embrace. He kissed your neck all over, making you giggle and squirm.
“Y/n…will you be my girlfriend” Taehyung asked simply, gazing fondly into your eyes. Reality hit you again.
“I…I can’t”
“If Park Jimin is really your friend, he will support you. A real friend doesn’t tell you who you can or cant see” Taehyung reasoned.
“Yeah but…”
“I love you so much y/n” Taehyung pressed his lips onto your forehead, “Let me show you. I wanna take you out. I wanna get to know you better. Please.”
You sighed. Jimin would be dealt with. Right now all you wanted was to love and be loved by the man in front of you.
“Okay, yeah. I’ll be your girlfriend”
——-
The next time you saw Jimin, you two had decided to meet up on the beach to go on a run. He arrived, water bottle in hand, ready to burn some steam. You smiled slightly knowing that he would probably have a good workout after you told him the news.
“Jimin”
“Hey” He smiled.
“I want to date Taehyung”
And the smile vanished. Jimin clenched his bottle.
“Let’s jog” You recommended, and you took off, keeping a slower pace so that you could still talk to Jimin. The brush of the air past you felt refreshing as your heart rate began to pick up. “He really loves me”
“So?”
“So…if you really were my friend why would you stop me from being with someone who cares about me too”
“You know why.” Jimin picked up his speed.
“But Jimin, that’s not really fair” You chased after him. “Please you know I need you, so don’t make me choose”
“I hate him Y/n. I really hate him” Jimin growled, now practically sprinting You took a deep breath and tried to keep up.
“Jimin…slow down” You panted but he kept going.
“Jimin come on, don’t be like this. I’ve never had a boyfriend before can’t you just be excited for me?”
Jimin came to a sudden halt. Your reflexes didn’t catch on fast enough and the next thing you know you crashed into Jimin’s chest. He grabbed you quickly to keep you from falling. The two of you giggled.
Jimin looked into your pleading eyes. He realized that you were right. He had no right to stop you from doing anything. You deserved your firsts. He cared about you so much, how could he ever get in the way of your happiness.
Jimin knew deep down that you had things you needed to work on, and so did he. But the two of you still needed each other as friends. He didn’t want to lose that no matter what.
“I’m sorry Y/n”
“What? No, oh my gosh, you don’t need to be sorry about anything”
“No I’m sorry for being such an immature idiot about all of this. Of course you should date whoever you want to. I’ll always support you” He pinched your cheek affectionately, “You and me are forever.”
You grinned widely, hugging your best friend tightly. “Thank you Jimin”
The two of you took off your sneakers and headed to the water to walk along the shore. The breeze began to turn cold. Jimin noticed you shiver so he pulled his shirt off and tossed it at you, the fabric landing on your face. His scent was suffocating in a good way. You caught the shirt and kicked water at Jimin in retaliation. The competitive spark in his eyes returned as he bent down to grab your hips, lifting you up from behind and swinging you around.
“Jimin!” You laughed. He smiled widely and set you down. You ran ahead of him slightly, throwing the shirt on over your head and feeling the soft warm fabric hug you. Jimin jogged to catch up.
“Okay Mr. Abs. I bet I can race you into the water” You poked his chest playfully, flinching slightly when you realized he was shirtless. Jimin raised his eyebrows.
“Why would you make a bet you know you’ll lose”
“You’re forgetting that the water is going to be ice cold. Unlike you I have clothes on, and a nice layer of fat protecting me” You joke. Jimin rolled his eyes and pinched your sides.
“If you say so” He shrugged, “On your mark…” But you already set off running, the damp sand kicking up as your feet splashed their way towards the ocean. You could hear Jimin complaining behind you and it only made you run faster. Your feet hit the water and it was freezing. You yelped a little at the contact but continued to go in deeper, until the water was up to your knees, weighing the shirt down.
Jimin splashed you and you felt yourself go under the icy waves. You retaliated, pulling him down with you. He got up and shook his hair to get the water off. You looked at each, both soaked and trembling in the cold. Jimin’s expression changed as you felt his eyes scan your body. His shirt was clinging to your sides. He stepped closer to her and let his hands slide to your low back. You looked up at him. You knew that look.
“Jimin” You started but he let go of your instantly.
“Sorry. Sorry. You’re with Tae. I respect that” He backed away. You smiled softly.
“Maybe we shouldn’t be hanging out so much so soon huh” You mumbled.
Jimin nodded, his heart dropping at the thought of not talking to you. “Some space is probably healthy yeah”
“I’ll always be here when you’re ready” You grabbed his hand. He leaned in to kiss the top of your hand.
“I know. I won’t leave you, I promise”
—
Taehyung helped you move back to campus. When it was time for him to leave, he suddenly understood the weight of a long distance relationship. The reality that he wouldn’t get to hold you every night. That you would be living a different life, one he knew nothing about. But moreso that he had a different life too. One where he was never tied down, let alone to someone who wasn’t around.
You were worth it though, he reminded himself. He waited in the lobby for you to come down from your apartment to see him off. He spotted you in elevator, chatting with your neighbor, some guy named Namjoon. The guy was really attractive, even Taehyung found himself checking out his ass. He watched your behavior carefully, pursing his lips as you ended the conversation and came to him.
“Hey. You all set to go?” Taehyung cleared his throat.
“Yeah…” He kissed your lips softly, “I’m gonna get going now…bye princess” You hugged him tightly, kissing one last time before you watching Taehyung leave.
Long distance was tough, but manageable. He would send naughty texts to help you get off every now and then. You still called Jimin practically every day, and things went on as normal. You wondered if you should have been missing Taehyung more, but it wasn’t as if he was ever really that big of a part of your life. You probably just needed to adjust.
It was because of this though that you didn’t notice that Taehyung had stopped calling as often, stopped sending flirty texts and instead replacing them with short “ok” “cool” “nice”. If you had noticed, you might have realized he was trying to get your attention. He wanted you to miss him like he was missing you. Until finally he couldn’t take it anymore.
-
Jimin took a sip of his beer. Winter break was just around the corner. You and him made plans with all of your friends to go to Mexico and enjoy a beach resort, and he couldn’t wait. He remembered then that you now were dating Taehyung, meaning he would have to see you all over him, and probably hear every detail about everything you’ll do with him. He smirked.
Jimin had been hurt for a while after you started dating Taehyung, but eventually he realized that it was the right thing for you at the time. It was your first relationship, and Taehyung was a good person to explore yourself with. He respected you guys, and repaired your friendship slowly but surely. By the time you guys returned to campus, it was as if the drama never happened. You two facetimed every day. You knew every details of his college life and he yours.
Jimin reflected on himself after everything that happened. He realized that he had unhealthily manifested his insecurities into you. He wanted to be better, not just for you, but for himself. He wanted to feel comfortable in his own skin. Confident in himself, his looks, everything so he wouldn’t be paranoid the next time something like this happened. He had been working really hard on himself the past few months. Working out, but also meditating, making more time for himself, dealing with his insecurities and overcoming them. He made small changes to his lifestyle in order to be the person he wanted to be.
He even went out with a few girls, and was able to get some experience trying to date. None of them turned out to be anything serious, but he was now content with himself, even if he was single.
Taehyung, Jimin and Jungkook all went to the same university. One that was more local to your hometown than the one you did. Jimin didn’t hang out with them too much while school was going on. They were studying different things, ran with different crowds. Had different lives. Every now and then they might have grabbed coffee, but they were all pretty busy.
So when Jimin runs into Jungkook at a house party, he is decently surprised. Jungkook fists bumps him. “Hey man. How’ve you been?”
Jimin shrugged.
“So did you and Y/n finally get together after she and Tae broke up?”
Jimin tilted his head. He had literally spoken to you earlier today and that was definitely not the case. “What? They didn’t break up”
Jungkook raised his eyebrows, “You sure? Taehyung’s been bringing home a new one almost every night.” Jimin’s mouth went dry.
“W…what?” He growled. Jungkook noticed and put his hands up in defense.
“Hey, maybe they’re in an open relationship. He doesn’t seem emotionally attached to them…they’re just bodies” Jimin inhaled sharply.
“Where is he?”
“Jimin, just chill okay it’s not any of our business”
“I fucking asked you where he is”
Jungkook sighed and motioned for him to follow. They went up the stairs, Jimin wasn’t even sure who’s house they were in. Jungkook arrived at a door in a back hallway and looked at Jimin as he slowly twisted the door knob.
Taehyung was butt naked, pounding some sorority girl from behind. Jimin’s blood was boiling, but Jungkook was strong and held him back from going in and breaking his neck. His heart clenched, picturing how hurt you would be. Knowing you, you would think it’s your fault for not being enough. That’s so not true. Jimin gritted his teeth.
Jungkook quickly closed the door and pulled Jimin back.
“How long has he been doing this?” Jimin growled once the two of them put some distance between them and the door. “How long has he been cheating on her?”
“I don’t know if it’s really cheating…He still talks about her like she’s his girlfriend”
“He can’t just fuck other people”
“Ahhh, Taehyung’s just like that. He needs to be touched. He really cares about her though I’m sure”
“Maybe” Jimin spat, “But she deserves so much more than that” Jungkook sighed. This wasn’t his fight. He went back and knocked on the door.
“Taehyung. Come out here for a minute”
A haphazard Taehyung stumbled out of the room, midway through putting his shirt back on. His eyes were shot, and he was clearly intoxicated. “What Kook? She was about to let me put it in her ass…” Taehyung noticed Jimin and went quiet. Jungkook remained between the two boys, placing his hand on Jimin’s chest to ensure he didn’t move.
“How could you do this to her?” Jimin yelled angrily. “After all the fucking chaos you put her…put both of us through this summer…why did you do all of that if you were just going to cheat on her?”
Taehyung bit his lip and looked at the ground, “I don’t know” He met Jimin’s glare, “Stop fucking making me the bad guy. I did everything for her and she still doesn’t let me in.”
Jimin scoffed, “She gushes about you CONSTANTLY. She’s always so happy when you call. But you…you’re just…ugh”
Taehyung gulped.
“Didn’t you love her? Isn’t that why you convinced her to go against me, her best friend, to be with you?”
“I do love her.” Taehyung muttered, “But this isn’t high school anymore. Her life at college is different. I’m different. She was my high school crush, but now this is my real life. This is who I am here. I party, I fuck, I drink. I’m not gonna change that for her. At college she…she’s confident. She doesn’t need me. I need her to need me.”
“Then break up with her like a man. Don’t fucking cheat you asshole” Jimin growled, pushing against Jungkook’s grip.
“I don’t want to” Jimin almost leaped over Jungkook, pushing past him to clench Taehyung’s collar.
“You don’t want to? Well fuck, then prepare to be dumped because I’m sure as hell telling her”
Taehyung chuckled, “You’re such a simp. She’s not gonna believe you. You’ve been praying for us to break up”
Jimin shoved Taehyung back. “No. I respected you both. I helped her deal with you all these months. I supported her. Your first few fights, I was the one who reasoned with her. Whether or not she’s dating you, she’s my best friend.”
“Yeah and there’s a reason she picked me. You insecure, misogynistic piece of shit”
Jimin laughed, “I’m insecure? It’s like you said. People change. Except most of us get more mature, while you just continued to be the exact sleaze bag I always thought you were”
Taehyung said nothing. Jungkook pursed his lips.
“He’s right Tae” Jungkook finally pitched in, “Even I stopped fucking around as much as I used to, and I’m not in a relationship or anything. It’s time to grow up. You’ve got issues buddy”
“I’m the best thing that’s happened to her. And she has the audacity to take me for granted. Her. Take me for granted. Not have time for me. I’m Kim motherfucking Taehyung. I can get anyone on my cock without even trying. Who the fuck is Y/n to ignore me” Taehyung barked. Jimin slapped him harshly.
“Call her right now. Or I will”
-
It was new years eve. Taehyung had come clean about cheating on you. Your heart had been shattered for a while. Jimin flew all the way to your campus to spend a few days with you, holding you as you cried your soul out.
After a while you began to pick yourself up. You reflected on yourself a lot, on the relationship you had. You realized that being with Taehyung had been a burden. You felt pressure to meet a certain standard to be deserving of him. You didn’t want to live like that anymore.
You wanted to be unapologetically you. Both you and Jimin decided to focus on yourselves as independent people. You pushed each other and held each other accountable. Sometimes you wondered who you would be if you didn’t have someone like him in your life. Someone to encourage you every step of the way.
Jimin began dating, and you did feel a little jealous. But at the same time you were happy for him. He deserved the experience as much as you did. You two would talk night after night about relationships, what you liked and what you didn’t like. What you wanted and what you didn’t.
Finally winter break came around. Taehyung had been decent enough to pull out of the trip after the two of you ended your relationship. Hobi had rented out a beautiful resort. From the second you landed and saw Jimin, things had been incredibly flirty. He was teasing you endlessly, playing with you in the pool, roasting you in front of your friends. You cheeks were constantly flushed whenever he was around.
And in the humid nights he would find you on the beach, cuddling with you in a hammock, letting you read some stupid health articles to him.
“Yeah so apparently drinking chlorophyll is really good for clearing your skin” You read off of your phone. Jimin ’s face was nuzzled into your shoulder. He hummed in response but you knew he was really asleep. “I definitely have to try that. You aren’t even listening are you?”
He groaned, “God shut up y/n” He lazily grabbed your phone from you and threw it on the ground, wrapping his arms around you before you could try to reach for it. “Fuck chlorophyll, your skin is perfect. So soft” He tightened his hold on you. You couldn’t help but smile ear to ear.
You turned around to face him. His eyes were closed, thick lips partially parted. You suddenly felt so emotional. You thought back to when the two of you were just kids. Clueless, outcast, weird. You always had each other.
This was you soulmate wasn’t it? Your heart glowed in fondness. You traced Jimin’s lips carefully.
“Y/n” He mumbled, eyes still closed.
“Jimin” You exhaled softly, brushing the loose strands of his now brown hair aside. “I love you”
Jimin’s eyes shot open. You could feel tears in your eyes as Jimin blinked in surprise. “I…I love you too”
It was as simple as that. You closed your eyes and leaned in to kiss those plush lips, getting lost in the giddy feeling that was building inside you. You felt like a kid again, just so incredibly happy and safe. Jimin pulled away, lingering close to you.
“We’ve never…properly fucked” He confessed. You laughed.
“Yeah…I guess we haven’t.”
“Still into that kinky public sex?” He teased, nipping at your nose. You pushed him playfully causing the hammock to swivel.
“Maybe.”
“Good” His voice became sultry. He rolled off of the hammock and helped you off too, pulling you down onto the soft sand. The sun had just barely set, so it was still faintly light out, and a few people remained on the beach.
“Here?” You giggled. “We’re gonna get fined”
Jimin shrugged. “I don’t care. I wanna show everyone you’re mine” He kissed your neck affectionately. “Do you want that? Do you want me to show everyone what a good girl you are for me? Stuffed full of my big cock under me where you belong” He whispered sweet nothings, making your tremble in anticipation.
He sensually ran his fingers down your body, lingering on the parts of you that had you whining the most. He untied your bikini and watched it barely slide off of you.
“God you’re hot” He licked his lips. You placed a palm on his six pack and winked at him.
“So are you”
Jimin latched his mouth onto your breast and let his hands find your cunt, fingers playing with you lightly. He let his tongue flick against you before he sucked you like a child. You whined, knowing full well how much you liked that.
“Such pretty tits…” He mumbled, before kissing his way up your chest to find your lips again.
He kissed you repeatedly, taking his time to savor the taste of you. You could feel his hardon rub against your thigh. You wrapped you legs around his waist to try to press against him more, making him moan into your mouth.
“Jimin…please” You whined, “I need you”
“Where baby? Hm? You want me to stuff you with my cock? You want it? Want me to fuck you, squirt my cum into you, knock you up so good fuck” He rolled his hips, his clothed crotch rubbing right up against your core. “You’d be so pretty, all swollen because of me.” His hands found your stomach and squeezed it slightly. You felt your face get hot.
“Gonna fuck you every damn day” He said breathlessly, grinding into you harshly. He somehow slid off his swim trunks, allowing his long cock to bounce up in anticipation. “You taste so sweet…feel so good”
You reached down to stroke his cock as he continued to kiss you. “Put it in” You pleaded.
Jimin nodded, kissing you chastely one last time before lining himself up with your entrance. He carefully watched your face as he pushed in all in one thrust.
“Shit” You blurted out, “You’re so big” Jimin smirked, leaning back down to you and biting your lip softly.
“Mmm yeah. I know” He winked at you. He grabbed your ass and fondled them as he thrust into you. “Holy…shit…Y/n…” His words were broken between his quickening thrusts.
“Sssh” You whispered, “Someone will see us, just hurry up”
“You feel so good” Jimins voice wavered. You wrapped your arms around his neck to press as close to him as you possibly could, feeling his whole body move against you in a sensual rhythm. You let out a loud moan and he quickly locked lips with you again, muffling the sound. You could practically hear people talking near you, and your mind wandered to what the sight of Jimin fucking you must look like to others. So shameless. Your pussy clenched.
“You’re so beautiful” Jimin whispered, his lips not leaving yours. His thrusts became deeper as he gazed into your eyes. You panted against him, his hand coming to cup your face as his cock went deeper and deeper inside of you.
“So are you” You managed to say, mimicking his gesture, letting your thumb trace his bottom lip. He stop momentarily to get lost in another deep kiss. He then licked his finger and reached down to your clit, rubbing it softly and observing your reactions.
You squirmed, feeling your body teasing you just at the threshold of your orgasm. Half of you trying to hold back and savor the euphoric rush you felt while the other wanted to let go.
“Come on baby, cum for me” Jimin whispered, “Cum for me and scream so that everyone here knows who’s fucking you down so good” Your breath hitched and you came more strongly than ever before. You let out a high pitched gasp that was bound to have turned some heads. But you didn’t care.
“Fuck that was so hot” Jimin relished in how wet you had become, washing his cock slide in out of you effortlessly. He pulled out suddenly and brought his cock to your lips. You obediently opened your mouth, allowing him to cum into your mouth.
“Excuse me sir.” You heard a voice behind you. Jimin quickly pulled his shorts on and layed over you to cover your body. One of the resort workers approached you. “We’ve received a few complaints of public indecency, would you mind please taking…this…to your suite?”
Jimin blushed and nodded. “Yes, of course. Sorry” The worker bowed slightly and left as quickly as he came. Jimin and you stared at each other before you burst out laughing. He kissed your forehead.
“Let’s go” He fixed your bikini back onto you, teasing you slightly as he tied your bra.
He let you jump onto his back and he gave you a piggy back ride back inside the resort where the rest of your friends were gathered around drinking.
“Damn if it isn’t the hottest couple in town” Hobi whistled. Both you and Jimin blushed.
You made your way back to Jimin’s suite.
“So”
“So”
You giggled, “I love you”
“I love you too baby”
“Another round?”
“Hell yeah”
A/N: that’s the end! please let me know what you think/reactions! pls dont kill me for not having taehyung win lolol, again the point was that a glow up is internal not external...hopefully that got across idk. its def not my favorite concept either so im excited to get started on new stuff. i did jimin so dirty in this i gotta make up for that lmaooo. plus namjoon’s thighs are just...on my mind lately. thank you all for reading it means a lot <3 and remember that everyone is beautiful and amazing :) check out my other works if you want!
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bangtan host club ❯ part i
❯ pairing: ot7 x reader
❯ genre: ouran au, college au, crack, smut
❯ summary: when you had decided to take summer lessons at your college, you hadn’t factored in the impending presence of seven insufferably attractive and arrogant boys… the bangtan host club.
❯ word count: 2.1k
❯ warnings: 18+, cursing, suggestive language, terrible pet names, excessive dramatics
❯ banner by: maggie @kimtaehyunq
a/n: while this fic is loosely based off of the anime version of ouran highschool host club, it is set in university - meaning that all of the boys are of age (at least 21 years old)
host club members
❯ Kim Namjoon as “Kyoya Ootori”
❯ Kim Seokjin as “Tamaki Suoh”
❯ Min Yoongi as “Takashi ‘Mori’ Morinozuka”
❯ Jung Hoseok as “Mitsukuni ‘Honey’ Haninozuka”
❯ Park Jimin as “Hikaru Hitachiin”
❯ Kim Taehyung as “Kaoru Hitachiin”
❯ Jung Jungkook as “Haruhi Fujioka”
Taking summer classes had never been on my agenda, my studies having been mapped out in detail since the day I arrived on campus three years ago. And then the university’s president suddenly has this utterly groundbreaking epiphany and adjusts the curriculum to “ensure that all students will leave Bangtan University well-rounded”.
Screw that. My ass is already well-rounded enough, thank you very much.
But despite my best efforts (i.e. begging President Kim to make an exception followed by crafting a petition that gained over ten thousand signatures), I have found that there is no avoiding the dastardly new physical education requirement. And since my schedule for my upcoming senior year has been planned and set for literal years, I’ve been forced to enroll in the sole summer physical education class offered at Bangtan University - Introduction to Weight Lifting.
I wish I was kidding.
To say that I am dreading the start of class tomorrow would be an extreme understatement. I’ll be lucky to escape this summer without physical injury or the loss of my dignity. Athletics have never been my strong suit, and I’ve only entered our campus gym to go to the smoothie bar.
Groaning at just the mere thought of working out and being graded for it, I trek down the streets of outer campus towards the library, swearing under my breath and sweating profusely.
It’s a blazing hot, blue-skied Sunday in July. Typically, I would be lying on a beach somewhere with a drink in my hand, soaking in the warmth of the sun with joy. But instead, here I am, sweltering and desperate for air conditioning after my ancient window unit wheezed its final breath last night. The comfortable chill of the library is my only hope aside from my landlord who promised to fix my air conditioning by tomorrow.
My frustration builds as I turn onto the block lined with imposing and picturesque estates in which the upper echelon of Bangtan University resides. I’d bet the very last ice-pack in my freezer that these houses have unfailing central air.
I pick up my pace, worn Doc Marten platform sandals slapping against the hot pavement. The pristine mansions seem to mock my distress as they exude the coolness of unbothered wealth. Despite there being no Greek life here at Bangtan University, the lack of letters emblazoned on the numerous estates I pass does not symbolize a lack of status.
This block is home to the athletic teams who throw massive parties whenever they happen to be in the off-season. It’s also home to the legacy clubs - the exclusive groups of current students who are relatives of past alumni.
And last but not least, this block is home to the infamous Bangtan Host Club, a small group of idle rich boys with exceptionally good looks and a penchant for entertaining.
The aforementioned group’s house comes into view as I draw nearer to campus. The host club’s mansion sits on the corner lot right across the street from campus. Typically, students are wary of such proximity - but not those boys. No, they’re un-phased, throwing massive parties every weekend without fail and without repercussion.
During my first semester, I had been confused as to why their parties had never been shut down; but now I know better. The host club’s president Kim Seokjin is the son of none other than the fucking president of the university - the very same man who damned me to my weight lifting fate.
In fact, almost the entire host club is related to someone with influence - either at the university or within the surrounding community. The only exception to the wealth factor is Jeon Jungkook, who attends Bangtan University on a scholarship not unlike myself.
About 99% of the university are host club stans. As for me? I don’t subscribe to that bullshit. And I do mean literally ‘subscribe’. They have newsletters, merch and everything. I would say I don’t understand it at all, but a small part of me does.
They’re fucking gorgeous. Like I’m talking Tom Ford at New York Fashion Week gorgeous. Armani catalogue centerfold gorgeous. Goddamn Sports Illustrated Men’s Swimsuit Edition gorgeous.
In fact, I’m pretty sure Kim Seokjin actually does model in his spare time. With his long limbs, broad shoulders and pillowy lips, Seokjin certainly has the features for it. My freshman year roommate bought so many posters of Seokjin from the host club’s merch website I think I could identify him from a hundred yards away in the dark.
“Hey!” The bellow emanates from the porch of the host club’s house and jolts me from my memories, “Hey, princess!”
I let out a snort. Whoever that pet name is directed at needs to shut that down immediately. I mean, ‘princess’? In this economy? Please. I need off this block ASAP.
“Hello? I’m talking to you, angel!”
The voice sounds closer now, and my eyes squeeze shut. Oh god, this person cannot be talking to me, can they?
Princess? Angel?
The sheer absurdity pushes me onward, and I do not spare a single glance in the direction where the inane greetings originated. Alas, I barely make it two feet before a tall figure screeches to a halt in front of me, panting like he had just run a marathon.
I blink as I take in the very boy who just crossed my mind a minute earlier. Kim Seokjin looms over me, chest heaving and smile gleaming.
“Cupcake, hello!” his smile grows wider, “Why didn’t you answer me? I was talking to you.”
My brain is trying to wrap itself around the unfathomable phenomenon I’m currently witnessing. The host club president is beaming down at me like I’m the last custom Rolex ever made. His white t-shirt that probably costs more than my rent stretches across his shoulders in a way that has to be illegal.
A bead of sweat drips down my back between my shoulder blades. I don’t have time for this attractive detour; I only have time for a long sip of iced water and a seat under an air conditioning vent somewhere deep within the recesses of the quiet library.
“Were you?” I shrug, looking over his illegally broad shoulder and plotting my escape, “I didn’t realize, considering my name isn’t princess, angel or cupcake.”
I inwardly cringe at my tone. I have a tendency to be irritable when the weather is hot, and it seems like today is no exception.
Seokjin stares down at me, his cocky expression wavering for a split second before snapping back into place. “Well, tell me your name then, sunshine, so that I may cordially invite you to the host club’s latest summer extravaganza!” His dark brown eyes sparkle as he remains seemingly impervious to my building ire, beaming down at me.
“No, thank you,” I shake my head decisively and attempt to sidestep around him.
None of my friends are on campus for the summer, and there is no way I'm going alone to a party full of strangers. That just screams bad decisions, just like the time I willingly ate the dining hall’s “Mystery Meat Special” during my second semester.
Seokjin cuts off my path yet again, and my scowl intensifies as I glare up at him, “Could you move, please?”
Seokjin gapes back at me, “D-don’t you want to come to our party?” I stare at him with eyebrows raised. He continues at a higher decibel, “Don’t you know who I am?”
The nerve of this boy. My eyes scrunch shut as I send a quick plea to anyone out there in the universe to send me patience and then internally count backwards from ten.
“Yes, I know who you are, Kim,” I finally say, completely exasperated, “And no, I still don’t want to go to your party.”
Seokjin is gobsmacked, looking like he’s seen a ghost as he stands before me open-mouthed. For a second, I allow myself to indulge one more time in his attractiveness, my eyes wandering along his toned torso, his muscular arms, his high cheekbones, his messy brown hair.
And then he bounces back, snapping his fingers, “Aha! I know what this is. You’re playing hard to get! Okay, I can play along with you, sunshine.”
It’s my turn to gape at him this time, watching as he mumbles to himself about how I must want him to beg for me and how he would just love to do so. I’m about to put a stop to this madness when he spreads his arms wide and announces loud enough for the entire block to hear, “Sunshine, please, attend our party! My heart longs for your presence, and I will only be happy if I can have your arm in mine next Friday night...”
I’m honestly beginning to worry about the boy in front of me. Is he completely unhinged? Am I being Punk’d right now?
Seokjin prattles on, “So, my sun, my moon, my stars, will you please do me the honor of joining me for a night of fun courtesy of the host club? No guest has yet to be disappointed and—!”
I finally just reach up and cover his mouth with my palm, steadfastly ignoring how plush his lips feel against my skin. “Kim Seokjin!” I hiss, “I promise I am not playing hard to get. I simply do not want to go to your party. Now, please, for the love of god, let me walk by you in peace.”
Loud bursts of laughter sound immediately after I finish speaking, and I whip around to locate the source. Two boys jog over to where Seokjin and I are standing on the pavement. Their laughter doesn’t subside with their approach. If anything, it grows louder.
“Oh, come on, pres,” the pink-haired boy who I know to be Park Jimin jeers, his melodic giggles punctuating each word. “Is this how you plan on handling your first rejection?”
My eyebrows pull together in confusion as I turn to face Seokjin, only to find him lying dramatically on the lawn in front of his house with one arm throw over his face.
“Go away, Jimin,” Seokjin groans, ripping out a handful of grass and throwing it at the other boy. Obviously, he doesn't calculate for the wind and sputters when the grass blows back in his face.
“Boss, you’ve really hit a new low,” the blue-haired boy - Kim Taehyung - grins as he looks back and forth between me and the over-the-top performance happening on the lawn. All Seokjin does in return is flip Taehyung off, seeming to have learned from his grass-throwing lesson.
Well, there’s no need for me to stay a second longer within this realm of crazy.
I turn on my heel and head off towards the library, renewed in my desperation for the relief of blissfully cold air.
Alas, I don’t get too far before the two boys with colorful hair are in front of me - each with an arm thrown over the other’s shoulders.
“Well, well, well… I must say,” Taehyung drawls.
“You’re quite an intriguing little thing,” Jimin cocks his head, looking me up and down. I try in vain to steel myself against the heated assessments both boys are giving me.
I’d heard a lot about these two - most of it being completely outlandish and borderline unbelievable. Do they really do everything together?
It’s as if that thought is written all over my face as the smirks grow on the faces of Jimin and Taehyung. “If you don’t want to come to our party for Jin-hyung…”
“Will you come for us?” Taehyung finishes Jimin’s thought, and I am almost certain that he intended for that question to be as suggestive as it sounded.
Before I can even attempt to answer, Seokjin launches up from the ground and barges in between the two boys. “Yah! That is no way to speak to a lady! Have I taught you nothing? Don’t you fools remember lesson number fifty-two on being a good host?”
“We didn’t say anything inappropriate, pres,” Taehyung shrugs, looking pleased with how riled up the older boy is growing. His pink-haired counterpart grins, “If anything, you’re the one with the dirty mind, twisting our innocent words into such filth.”
It’s as if Seokjin is struck by lightning - his shock turning him pale as a ghost before the redness overtakes him. I cannot tell if it’s due to embarrassment or anger. All I know is that I need to bounce.
When Mt. Seokjin finally erupts, I slink away and practically jog across the street to campus. Ah, free at last...
a/n: this is part one in my host club series! originally i was going to make this a giant one-shot but i figured i would just break it up into smaller pieces so that i could get some content out uwu
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Assassin For Hire
Pairings: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warning: NSFW, 18+ only, smut to follow...
A/N: Another series along the same line of Birthday Treat and Moving Parts
Steve Rogers dropped his gym bag at the foot of the bed. He heard Billie Holiday playing in the bathroom. He smiled to himself. As much as you introduced Bucky and himself to your favorites, you’d adopted some of theirs. Stripping out of his gym clothes, he tapped on the door. “Hey, Sweetheart. Want some company?”
“She’s already got some!” Bucky’s laughing voice called through the door.
“Welcome home!” You called out.
Steve opened the door to find you and Bucky in the bathtub, surrounded by mountains of bubbles. He covered his mouth, biting back a laugh at the sight of the two of you facing one another in the tub. Both of you had your hair tied up in bright color scrunchies. A greenish mud mask covered your face and a lavender muck covered Bucky’s. He held your foot in both of his hands, rubbing some kind of cloth over your heel.
“What are you doing?” Steve frowned, fighting against the laughter.
“I lost a bet, okay.” Buck tried to grumble, but twitched when your toes tickled him under the water.
“You’re loving it.” You smiled. Bucky pressed his thumb into the arch of your foot and you moaned. “Oh yes, right there.”
“Well.” Bucky chuckled. “How can I not? I mean, look at her, Stevie. She’s adorable.”
Steve did laugh then. “That she is.”
“Do you want a spa treatment too, Steve?” You reached out a wet and bubbly hand as he stripped off his boxers briefs.
“Sorry, Sweetheart. I’ve got to meet with Tony and Pepper for the Boys and Girls Club event. No time.” He caught your hand and leaned over kiss your lips, careful to avoid the stuff spread all over your face. “I just need a shower.”
Steve stepped into the large walk in shower beside the tub and turned the water on. You loved this bathroom. The boys surprised you by remodeling their suites at the compound, combining the two into one large apartment for the three of you. Adjusting to cohabitating turned out to be remarkably easy, partly because Steve put so much thought into the design of the place. You were never tripping over one another.
Bucky’s playfulness faded slightly. You rubbed his thigh with your foot, asking lightly. “Weren’t you invited to that meeting, too?”
“Kids aren’t exactly my thing, Doll.” Bucky’s hands kneaded your calves. “I tend to scare them.”
You smiled. “You’re right. The purple scrunchy is terrifying.”
He smiled, splashing you.
“How about we all go?” You giggled, but then grew serious. “I think it’d be good. Please, Buck.”
He sighed. “Yeah. Okay. We can all go. Better get cleaned up then.”
You and Bucky climbed out of the tub. Pulling the ties from your hair, you couldn’t help but wrap your arms around Steve’s waist. He tried to squirm away as you rubbed your messy face against him.
“Hey!”
Bucky laughed, turning on the second set of shower heads and scrubbing his face in the water.
“Did you change your mind?” Steve asked.
“We’ll all go.” Bucky nodded.
He smiled. “Good. This will be good, Buck. Really.” Steve’s arm instinctively wrapped around your shoulders as you arched back to rinse out your hair. “May not be as fun as spa time with our girl, but you I think you’ll be surprised.”
“Like you know what spa time is like.” You scoffed at Steve. “You won’t even let me put bubbles in the bath.”
“Stick in the mud.” Bucky teased, rinsing out his own hair.
“You still have crap in you beard.” Steve scowled.
You reached over and rubbed the tiny bit away from Bucky’s jaw. Smiling, “Feels so soft.”
Bucky’s right hand slipped over your ass to between your thighs with a devilish grin. “Should we see how soft?”
You tipped your head to the side to kiss him, slow and wet. Your body, though, rubbed against Steve with hands pulling at his strong form. Bucky’s hand cupped your face, tongue dancing with yours. Steve groaned.
“Not fair.” Steve whined. “We don’t have time.”
You pulled away from Bucky’s delectable mouth to smile up at Steve. He succumbed, covering your mouth with his own. He growled as his hand dug into your ass cheek, holding you tight against him. He turned you so his back shielded you against the water, also giving Bucky access to your back. You felt Bucky’s teeth graze your shoulder.
A shiver ran down your spine. Your reached behind you, wrapping your fingers around Bucky’s cock. He growled, pumping into your hand. His left hand slipped between you and Steve, cupping your breast. Bucky sighed. “Damn, Doll.”
Steve sucked your bottom lip. “Buck, would like her to put these beautiful lips to use? I know I’d like to see her ass up.” They looked at each other over your shoulder.
Bucky turned you around, holding his cock. “You gonna swallow me down, Doll?”
You started at his throat, kissing and nipping your way down his chest. By the time you pushed his cock past your wet lips, he was panting with the effort to hold still. As you took him deeper, sucked him harder, you felt Steve’s hands pull your ass cheeks apart before his fingers slid along your slick sex. You moaned.
The head of his cock rubbed against you. Unable to resist, you pushed back. Steve growled, burying himself in your heat. You moan around Bucky’s dick. His hand tangled in your hair. “Yes.”
Steve’s fingertips digging into your hips. Bucky’s hand in your hair. Your hand working his cock and the other holding on to his thigh. You all found a heated, frenzied rhythm. Heat coiled. Your thighs shook, as Steve pounded into you. You hand slipped down, stroking Bucky’s balls, rubbing the sensitive flesh of his ass.
“Oh shit, Doll.”
You relaxed your throat, taking him deeper. Bucky’s hips jerked. His fingers tightened in your hair. He growled. “Ah, yes. Ah, hell, yes.”
He came hard and you swallowed him down greedily. Bucky pulled away from you and leaned against the tile wall, watching as Steve took the chance to pull you tighter against him. One hand went around your throat, one over your lower belly, as he fucked into you hard and fast.
A cry shook from you, your legs began to give out, as the orgasm washed over you, making your whole body quake. Steve moaned in your ear. He buried himself in you deep, holding himself there as he came hard. His hold softened, and his lips traced over your neck. “Love you.”
“Mmm. Love you, too.” You mumbled your response, a lazy smile on your face. Bucky chuckled, helping you to stand. You nuzzle your nose between his pecs as Steve gently cleaned you up. You smiled to yourself. “No time, hmmm?”
Steve chuckled, kissing your shoulder. “Well, we have to hurry now. Get your pretty tail dressed.”
“Okay, okay.” You laughed.
Moving around each other with practiced ease, the three of you got dressed and ready. You could see Bucky growing more and more nervous. By the time the three of you were walking down the hallway outside of central meeting hall, he was falling behind by several steps.
You stopped long enough to take his hand. “Hey,” You said quietly. “Don’t be scared. They’re just a bunch of kids.”
Bucky leaned into you, whispering. “They’re children. That’s exactly why they’re scary.”
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|| a fic for the bangtan smut central network’s in the mood project ||
𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 namjoon x reader || 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 3k || 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆 smut, idol au
𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 your boyfriend is about to give an important speech at the United Nations but isn’t handling pre-speech nerves too well. luckily, you know some ways to help him relax.
𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 blowjob, unprotected sex, semi-public sex (they’re in a locked room in a public place), orgasm denial, praise, teasing, creampie
many thanks to miss nell @jamaisjoons for making the banner. happy birthday my yin < 3 all the love just for you xxxx
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“You need to relax, Namjoon,” you instruct softly, but of course he doesn’t hear you.
“...the decision to join BTS, there were many huddles. Hurdles. There were many hurdles. Some may not- shit,” he curses, switching back into his native Korean, “is this what a heart attack feels like? I shouldn’t be here, they’re all-”
“Namjoon,” you interrupt insistently, bringing his anxious pacing to a halt. “Sit down.” You wait for him to reluctantly pull a chair beside you, still fidgeting with his cuffs and shuffling his feet on the carpet. “It’s going to be okay, alright? You’ve delivered this speech to me, to the others, countless times. You know it. You just need to take some deep breaths and calm down for me.”
“How am I meant to calm down?” he asks, hand hovering at his temple as he resists the urge to run his fingers through his perfectly styled hair.
Although the question is rhetoric, you can’t help but flick him a coy smile, sliding your hand over to rest on his thigh, massaging the taut muscle softly. “I can think of a few ways…”
He shakes his head, eyes darting to the clock on the wall. “I need to be rehearsing, baby.”
“Then rehearse.”
His eyebrows lift in confusion as you push your chair out, standing up to double-check the door to the spare meeting room is locked. “What do you mean? What are you doing?”
“Rehearse,” you repeat calmly, “I’ll take care of the rest.” You smirk as you spin his chair around to face outwards and drop to your knees in front of him, running your palms up and down his inner thighs to spread them. You can see the waver of indecision in his eyes, the temptation that he wants to give in to. “Just think, baby,” you persuade in a velvet coo, “if you can give your speech while your cock is down my throat, you can give it anywhere.”
“Fuck,” he curses gutturally when your fingers run lightly over his already-tented crotch, throat bobbing as he swallows hard. “Fuck, okay. Door’s locked?”
“Just us,” you reply smoothly, tugging at his belt. “Now, I don’t hear any rehearsing,” you tease, flicking your gaze up to meet his.
His eyebrow lifts at your tone, but the tension eases when he feels your hand, slightly chilled from the air-conditioned room, bypass his pants and underwear and bring him out of his pants, heavy in your palm. “Ah, feels so good, baby. Okay, where does it start? I was… no, I’d like to begin by talking about myself. I was born in Ilsan…”
You grin internally as his deep russet voice fills the room, more gravelly than usual with arousal. All you’ve done is grip him, licking a single wet stripe up the underside of his cock for some lubricant, and already you can see the way his knuckles turn white as he latches on tightly to the arms of the desk chair. The lines of the speech are almost so familiar that you tune them out, focusing on your mission to relax him.
Before dating Namjoon, you never got any enjoyment from going down on guys. You saw it as an act of service that would be rewarded by oral for you, like a transaction, but never was it anything you actually wanted to do. Your current boyfriend, however, is different. There’s something addicting about watching and feeling him come apart under your ministrations, and while he always takes control in the bedroom, you’ve come to love the specific power you have when your lips are wrapped around him.
You do that now, taking his swollen head in your mouth, tongue always active as it seeks out those familiar ridges that draw the most beautiful sounds from him. You tune back in as you do so, eager to see if he can manage to keep focussed.
“...shut out my own vo- voice, and started to listen… listen to the voices of others. No one called out my name…” Namjoon’s thighs are clenched so tightly they’re rock solid, and his words sound distant because of his head being tipped towards the ceiling, veins in his neck visible with the force at which he clenches his jaw. But still, he keeps delivering his speech, line after line. You’re somehow both proud and disappointed.
With renewed vigor, you sit up higher on your knees so that you’re at a better angle to take him deep inside you, forcing your throat to stay relaxed as his cockhead poked at the back of your palate, almost triggering your gag reflex. You pull back up off him with a wet pop and then slide back down again, this time keeping your eyes firmly on him.
One of your hands comes up to fondle at his balls, massaging the skin just behind, and his head shoots down, a palm heavy on the back of your head as he pushes you down again, grinding his hips unconsciously.
“Fuck, baby,” he praises with a lust-filled, lazy grin, and you feel your heart swell. But of course, his job was to keep rehearsing, and you remind him with a warning hum and a wiggle of your eyebrows, and his jaw shifts, cheek popping. “I know, I know,” he makes out through gritted teeth. “Fuck, where was I? ARMY. Because of the love and support that our ARMY fans all over the world make for- god, fuck right there!”
You would grin triumphantly if your jaw wasn’t spread so wide around his thick girth, but swallowing around his cock had the desired effect, as his fingers dig in slightly on your scalp and his hips stutter. You feel him begin to harden even more, and you know he must be close. You slow down, pulling up off him and giving your jaw a chance to relax, instead pressing soft kisses to his tip, flicking your tongue teasingly over his slit.
“Dammit, I was so close, why did you stop? You’re meant to be relaxing me,” he complains, head tipping to the side as if he’s too tired to hold it upright. You can see the beads of sweat at his temples and the glistening sheen at the hollow of his neck, and you know the makeup artists would be cursing you to the ground right now if they could. But you don’t care much about that.
You smirk, reaching your other hand up to rub your palm flat over his tip as the other holds him steady. You know right on the tip is one of the most sensitive places for him, and he jolts violently, curling forward with a surprised moan, choked in his throat. You quirk an eyebrow, pleased at the way he’s falling apart so beautifully for you. “And you’re meant to be rehearsing.”
You can read the confliction in his face clear as day. The urge to chase his orgasm coupled with the knowledge that he should, in fact, be practicing his speech right now. “You better not stop,” he warns darkly, before shifting in his seat, eyes dancing blindly around the room as he fights to recall his next lines.
“I have come to love myself for who I am, for who I was, and for who I hope to become.” He valiantly fights through his speech, at some points his voice barely more than a choked-out gasp, but he manages. You return to sucking him off enthusiastically, but the whole time, you’re grinning internally, barely holding back a laugh of dark glee.
He reaches the edge quickly, so wired up and ready for release, and with how well you know his body, know his every reaction, you let his voice wash over you and continue until he’s gripping your hair tight enough to pull out some strands, and his back is arching with the suppressed urge to move his hips.
“We have learned to love ourselves, fuck, I’m so close, we- you- fuck, that’s it. So now I urge you to spe-eak yourself. I’d like to- fuck!” He lets out a desperate wail, hand pushing on your head to try and bring your mouth back on him again, but you knock it off, sitting back on your heels and delicately wiping the spit from the corners of your mouth. “Fuck, why the fuck did you stop, I said not to stop,” he babbles mindlessly, hand giving up on trying to pull you closer and instead reaching down to grip himself, jerking furiously, but the edge is already gone, and he pants, fingers slipping lower to palm his balls in frustration. “Why the fuck did you do that?” he huffs out, equal parts angry and exhausted.
You adjust your clothes, smoothing out the wrinkles in your shirt and standing up to brush off any dust from your pants. His dark gaze follows you, and you shrug with a cheeky grin. “You messed up.”
“What?”
“You missed a part. A pretty big chunk, actually. ‘Today, I am who I am with all my faults and my mistakes.’ That whole part before the final paragraph.”
He fights to catch his breath, all pleasure and humor removed from his face. “That was way back in the speech,” he notes, “so why did you wait so long to stop, hm?”
You pout, shrugging. “I only just realised.” Your eyes lift to the clock on the wall, tuning back in to it’s regular ticking. “Fifteen minutes ‘til showtime, Joon, the boys are probably wondering where you are. Might want to deal with that before you go.” You gesture at his angry red cock, dripping with saliva, with a tip of your chin.
His eyes cloud over and his jaw tightens, the usual power figure you had grown used to in the bedroom. His arm reaches out and his fingers close around your wrist, tugging you closer, making you stumble into the table beside his chair. “It’s you I’ll be dealing with,” he promises darkly, standing up and pressing a hand between your shoulder blades, folding you over the edge of the table. You automatically prop yourself up with your hands, but he keeps pushing, forcing you to flatten fully against the cold glass surface, arms lying uselessly at your sides.
Your eyes fall shut and you let out a sigh as he flips up your skirt, exposing your soaked underwear to the cool air. Rather than taking them off, he slips his fingers under the fabric at the back and bunches it in the centre, tugging roughly so that it drags against your clit and lifts your hips up, cheeks fully exposed.
He wastes no time in bringing his free hand down harshly on your skin, the smack resounding in the near-empty meeting room. You whimper, shifting on your toes beneath him. “Now,” he growls, “I don’t have time to be disciplining you now like you deserve, so you won’t get as many spanks now. But you know what that means, right?”
You sniff. “They’ll be harder?”
“Correct. I want you to count them for me, and apologise for being such a little tease after each one.” He smacks you on the other cheek with such force that you can hear the air whistle before you feel the blow, and you jerk against the table, fingers curling against the smooth glass, wishing you had something to grab onto.
“Two, I’m sorry for being such a little tease, Namjoonie.”
He alternates cheeks, each hit leaving your skin feeling on fire, but every time your body naturally jolts in response, the ruined fabric of your panties rubs against your clit, and you feel yourself growing even wetter, dripping past the underwear, soaking the tops of your thighs. He only spanks you ten times, far less than what he would normally give when you’d misbehaved, but you really feel every one, and by the time he’s massaging the sting from your flesh, you’re shivering beneath him, legs barely strong enough to hold your hips up.
“Good girl,” he praises softly, “we can finish your punishment later tonight, can’t we?” You whine, curling your toes at the thought, and he laughs softly. “But I don’t have time, so I’m going to use that pretty little hole of yours now. Are you ready for me?”
You fight a soft smile. No matter how much lust clouded his vision, Namjoon always worried about you, always took care of you. You nod silently, turning your head so that your warm cheek cools on the glass, your arms lifting to hide either side of your face. He had just smacked your ass enough that you wouldn’t be able to sit for the rest of the day and here you were getting all soft over him.
“Baby’s gone all shy on me, hm?” You gasp onto the tabletop as he nudges your legs further apart with his foot, slipping your panties down so that they catch at your lower thighs, leaving you exposed to him. “What happened to the little minx that wouldn’t let me cum because I fucked up my speech?” You murmur something, muffled by your upper arms. “What was that?”
“Just fuck me, Namjoonie,” you beg with a pout, “‘need you.”
Though you can’t see it, you can sense the triumphant grin on his face. “I know you do, baby. This pretty little pussy was made for my cock, wasn’t it?” He doesn’t wait for your answer, though you give it with a content moan, and simply lines himself up, pushing into you slowly but unyielding, not stopping until he rests his hips flush against you. He curses lowly, muttering mindless praise as he pulls out just as slowly, before plunging back in.
Your mouth falls open with the satisfaction of being filled, and you can’t find it in yourself to care about the drool that marks the table. He picks up speed after you wiggle impatiently, and every snap of his hips sends your body jerking forward, caught by the edge of the glass table digging into your upper thighs.
You must be making too much noise, because your boyfriend reaches forward, leaning over your back, to wrap a strong hand around your jaw, thumb pressing between your lips. You open your mouth and obediently suck on him, moaning still as the new angle makes him hit places in you that have you feeling electricity in your fingers and toes, mindless with pleasure.
You both freeze when there’s a knock at the door. “Five minutes, hyung,” you hear a muffled voice call, “are you ready to come out now?”
“Just a minute,” Namjoon replies in a surprisingly steady voice, “I just need to go to the bathroom and I’ll be out. Nervous pee,” he explains.
“Alrighty,” one of his members replies back, the smooth tone of the voice making you think it must be Taehyung, “we’re just gonna be waiting outside the door to the main room. Don’t leave it too late, the other speech is already wrapping up. Seokjin-hyung is starting to freak.”
“Just a minute,” Namjoon repeats insistently, sighing in relief when he hears the receding footsteps.
You crane your neck back, dropping his thumb from your mouth. “I don’t care how nervous you are, you better not fucking pee in me.”
He lets out a tired laugh. “Sorry, I figured it would be better to lie than to say I was balls deep in my girlfriend. Now; where were we?” Without waiting for an answer, he sits up and grips your hips, thrusting into you with a renewed vigor that has you biting down hard on your lip to prevent the moans from spilling out.
You’ve never experienced him fucking you with such frenzied passion, and you can’t deny the speed at which it brings you to your edge. With every snap of his hips, his cock strikes a deepness inside you that’s almost too much pleasure to take, and shakily you reach back an arm; whether it’s to slow him or to simply anchor yourself, you don’t even know.
You feel his fingers slip between yours, holding your hand tightly as his other rests on your hip as leverage to drive harder and harder. “Good fucking girl,” he pants out, “you gonna let me cum in you?”
You nod, head lolling weakly on the table. “I wanna cum too, Namjoonie,” you whine, slipping your free hand lower, pressing it between your body and the table so you can rub at your clit, sending warmth through your body with the added stimulation.
“Cum for me now, baby,” he directs, and curses thickly as he spills inside you, continuing to thrust even as you feel his seed gathering around your entrance, dripping out onto the table edge and very possibly the carpet.
You speed your fingers up, not wanting him to come down from his high before you get there yourself, and it’s the sound of an impatient knock at the door that sends you over the edge, Namjoon halting to call out, though you can’t even hear it as your eyes roll back into your head and your body shudders, wracked with silent waves of pleasure. You pout in disappointment as he pulls out, no doubt needing to hurry to get back out to the rest of his band members, and pulls your panties back up, patting it over the soaked and ruined crotch before pressing your legs together.
He leans down over you as you tremble with aftershocks, his breath hot on your ear. “Keep it in for me, baby,” he requests. “I’ll celebrate a speech well done later by fucking it back out of you.”
You groan, waiting for the energy to return to your limbs so that you can stand back up and tidy yourself up. Namjoon mumbles an apology that he has to leave, checks his appearance in the mirror one last time, and heads out. You smile sleepily onto the heated glass of the table. That’s certainly one way to get rid of nerves.
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Be My Light- Chapter 6: Truth and Lies
*Genre: Mafia, angst, slow burn, eventual smut (?)
*Warning: Mentions of violence, death, drugs
Author’s Note: Hi Everyone! I won’t lie, this chapter was difficult. Not because of the subject but because of the world just seeming to want to test me. But I do hope you like it. We are about to learn some back history of the Mafia families as well as what is expected of our girl from here out. My editor wanted to kill me at the end of this. I hope you enjoy it! it is a bit long but after the wait, I hope it’s fine. How are the boys reading to you guys? Last chapter, we got to meet Hwasa. This time, we get to meet someone a bit less... intense. Once again, thank you to all those who had left me a comment or reblogged this. We have reached close to 1500 hits on AO3. THAT”S MIND BLOWING. Leave me a comment with what you liked. I love interacting with you guys. Love you all. Borahae!!
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Chapter 6: Truth and Lies
Annyeonghaseyo! Bangtan Sonyeondan-imnida
You froze. Your suspicions had been confirmed, officially. And it was worse than you expected. These boys were a part of a gang. But not just any gang; they were the most notorious mafia group in all of Central. You couldn’t turn on the television or read a news article without their name coming up. Even your coworkers had mentioned them when discussing some of their patients. You had counted yourself among the lucky few who hadn’t been around any gang activity outside of the hospital. But now, you had placed yourself directly in front of the worst. No wonder Choi was so intent on killing Suga. Then it hit you; based on all you had seen, Choi must have been the head of another gang. Which meant that you ran into the middle of a mafia turf war. You couldn’t have done any worse, could you? The only saving grace you could cling to was that Choi had no way of knowing that it had been you that had called the police and hid Suga from him. Of course, you were the one who blocked him when he infiltrated the hospital. But you were just a nurse doing your job while the hospital was on lock down, doing what any other observant employee would do. Surely, that wouldn’t cause you any trouble, right? In one fell swoop, you had gone from a quiet background character to stuck in the spotlight that was focused on imminent danger. Why was life so unfair? Had you not suffered enough over the past year? Could these boys, who seemed so friendly and sweet, be as brutal and ruthless as the stories claimed?
You guessed you really couldn’t judge a book by its cover.
Your mind was buzzing with some much that you hadn’t noticed your breath starting to race or your hands shaking like they were in an earthquake. You only noticed when you felt someone’s hands take yours. RM looked concerned as he tried to assure you everything was fine. You really wanted to believe him. But your mind kept racing. Your professionalism was being put to the ultimate test and you were sure you were failing.
A chuckle brought your attention from your anxiety-driven imagination back to the men before you. Jimin’s angelic façade had altered with the appearance of a mischievous smirk. “Judging by the look in those pretty eyes, you’ve heard of us,” he remarked as he tilted his head to the side, golden hair spilling across his sharp gaze.
How is this the same person?
You had learned that any professional in this line of work knew how to keep a mask of indifference when patients said something shocking. Though, you doubted any of your coworkers had been trapped in a room with seven men who could make you disappear in more ways than you cared to think about. You caught Suga’s eyes, narrowed in a judging way. As if to challenge your earlier statement to him. The logical part of your brain countered that that was when you thought he was just a general punk who ran into trouble. Not a member of a Mafia family.
However, the combative part of you wanted to wipe that look off of his face.
“I’d have to be living under a rock to have never heard of you!” Though, you mused, none of you fit how the news describes you. You continued to the group after a calming breath that RM prompted you to take, “But as I told him, when you enter the hospital, what you do on the outside doesn’t matter.”
“And we appreciate that. We know this is unusual and scary,” RM assured you, “but you don’t need to worry. We are not going to do anything. No funny business. We are just family visiting our brother. Remember what I told you last night? This is a safe place. We’ll make sure that it stays that way. And the only thing relating to our ‘business’ is what we as a group have decided to tell you.”
“As a group, huh?” Suga fixed RM with a cold stare that spoke volumes. Despite allowing RM to introduce who they really were earlier, he still had some feelings about the situation. “Can you give us a moment, Y/N? There is something we need to discuss, privately.”
You perked up at his request. As much as your combative side wanted to win, the sensible one came surging back to take control. Despite how nice they were being, they were still dangerous. And you were at your limit for dangerous experiences. You needed to separate yourself. Technically, they had requested you be his nurse so they could talk to you. Since you had done that, you shouldn’t be needed, nor did you want to discuss what RM meant about repayment. And you could live with the unanswered questions if that meant you would be safe. You had to get to Henry. If he truly cared about you, he would not force you into anything if you felt unsafe.
And Suga had given you an opportunity to escape, whether he meant to or not. And you would be stupid not to take it. You had to think about your safety now. And being in this room with seven incredibly handsome men who claimed to owe you a life debt may not be the safest course.
“Of course,” you answered, trying to keep your voice even and professional, “that may be best. I feel like you have a lot to talk through. I’ll just step out. Maybe I could make you guys some tea. That should keep me busy so you can talk freely without some stranger hanging around.”
“I don’t think you’re strange,” V commented, flashing you a big, boxy grin as he looked you up and down.
RM was still locked with Suga’s gaze. “Thank you, Y/N. That would be nice. We won’t take long.”
“Oh please, take as long as you need,” you said as you moved towards the door.
Because I need enough time to run and hide.
“I’ll go with you, Y/N,” J-Hope said, hopping up from the couch and crossing over to you before you could protest. He pulled the door open for you.
Well, there went that plan.
“They don’t need me in here for this,” he continued. “Besides, what kind of gentleman would I be if I allowed you to do all that work after all this?”
You clenched your jaw and nodded, trying your best to keep your professional mask from slipping and showing your disappointment and fear, and led him from the room.
Once the door was shut again, you went to start down the hall towards the small kitchenette. You only took one step before you felt him grab hold of your arm, halting you. You turned and saw the smile had disappeared, replaced with something more serious. He pulled you back towards him. What was he doing? Was this why he really went with you, so he could scare you into submission?
“Please don’t hurt me,” you found yourself pleading before your brain could process what was happening. “I’m not a fighter but I can bite…”
You found yourself crashing into his slim chest and his arms wrapping around you in a tight hug, his chin resting on your shoulder. He leaned, heavily, against you. You hadn’t expected that at all. And you found your cheeks growing hot in embarrassment from what you had said. Though, he seemed to ignore it.
“Thank you,” he said, voice full of emotion and relief.
You found yourself relaxing and patting his back in acceptance. For a moment, he wasn’t J-Hope of Bangtan. He was just a normal person who was thanking you in a simple but effective way. His embrace was full of so much unspoken gratitude that it was comforting. And you let him hold on for as long as he needed to. You’d be lying if you said it wasn’t nice.
“I’m sorry,” J-Hope said when he let go and stood up straight, “I’m just really thankful for what you did. When Taehyung called us and told us Choi was at the meeting, I got worried. He’s always had it out for Suga-hyung. And I got jumped by him last month, so I knew what he was capable of. So when Jimin and Taehyung came back with an unconscious Jungkook and no Suga, I feared the worst. Hyung would put himself in the way to save the babies, you see. We just felt so helpless and lost. If I hadn’t been tasked with keeping the two soulmates from having a double panic attack, I would have gone after that bastard, no matter what it meant for me. Suga-hyung is my best friend, my brother, and I would never want anything to hurt him. And when you answered his phone, it was such a relief. I don’t think there’s any way to repay you.”
You reached out and put a comforting hand on his shoulder. “It’s okay. I didn’t do this to be repaid. I’m just happy that I could help.”
J-Hope pressed his palms against his eyes, trying to keep his emotions from further spilling out. “Sorry, it’s been a rough couple of days. I’ve been so focused on keeping the babies from freaking out that I couldn’t process my own emotions.”
“It’s fine, really. I see a lot of emotions here so don’t worry about that. It shows how much you care. I’m really sorry about what I said before. I really didn’t mean it.”
His smile returned as he chuckled softly. “It’s okay, I get it. Being in a gang, it’s a given to have people think the worst. That’s why we only tell people we trust. Just don’t bite me though. I’m not into that. Unless I’m the one doing the biting.” He winked at you, before bursting into a fit of laughter at the shocked look on your face. “I’m kidding! Just trying to lighten the mood.”
Before your face could get any redder, you hurried down into the kitchenette and started making the tea. J-Hope was quite helpful as he listed off the other’s preferences. Apparently, Suga liked his strong, Jimin and RM loved sugar in theirs, and Jungkook would prefer the juice he saw in the fridge to tea. You would like to say that you and Amber were as close as could be, but you couldn’t list off her perfect cup of tea the way J-Hope could for six people. They must be closer than you thought. As you set up the cups on a tray, he started telling you a story about when RM had tried to make tea for a sick Jin and left the kettle on for so long that all the water had evaporated and burned a hole in the bottom. With that, you understood why Suga had RM in his phone as ‘God of Destruction’. As he talked, you found yourself relaxing more and more. Which you thought was odd, since the knowledge that they were still a mafia family was still fresh in your mind. There was something about J-Hope that just made it seem unimportant. Maybe that’s where the name ‘Sunshine’ came from.
Once all the teas were finished, you left the kitchenette and made your way back towards the room with the tray in your hands. J-Hope had tried to take it from you, but you insisted. Though, he did swipe his cup of tea and the bottle of juice before you could stop him. When you stood in front of the door, glad he was there to open it for you, he held up his hand to halt you. The smile had slipped from his face again and he was all seriousness again. He must be worried about what may still be happening in the room. He dropped the bottle into his large pocket, motioned you to stay quiet, and opened the door just enough to not be noticed. The room still felt tense and you could hear them still locked in conversation. Clearly, J-Hope didn’t deem it as private as Suga had and motioned you closer to watch with him.
“Hyung,” RM pleaded, “I promise that Jin-Hyung and I talked about this all night. And we both believe that it’s the best course of action. Please, try to be understanding.”
“Why tell her at all? We’ve never felt the need to open up before.”
“There’s never been a civilian before. Normally, it’s someone who wants to work with us or someone who owes us that are so willing to jump into the line of fire.”
“I just don’t see the point in telling her anything. Wouldn’t that be safer?”
“She risked her life to help you. Surely answering some of her questions is a simple start.”
“Oh, in that case,” Suga said, sarcastically, “by that logic, we should include the doctor who patched me up.”
“Hyung, I already have something for him. But this is not the same thing.”
“Then just pay her off like you did when Moonbyul and the others helped Hobi.”
“And how much is your life worth?!” You saw J-Hope flinch as Jin raised his voice. “You know for a fact that, unlike Hoseok, he was not going to let you leave that building alive. You almost died, you jackass. That girl ran in with no other motive than to help you. And according to Joon, she stood up to Choi when he snuck in under a disguise to finish you, all to protect you before she even knew what you were. She put herself, albeit unknowingly, in the direct line of fire. Unlike when Moonbyul and Shownu stepped in, she gained nothing nor expected it. The very least we can do is to make sure she has the information to help herself if anything comes from her decision.”
“He’s right,” RM agreed. “Believe me, I wouldn’t have brought it up if I didn’t think it was necessary. You didn’t see how Choi had her pinned when I got here last night. And yet she still protected you, when others would have believed him. We don’t need to talk about everything. We’ll just give her the basics and go from there. I’ll handle it. Just trust me.”
“Hyung,” Jimin piped up, eyes pleading with his elder, “she did what we couldn’t. She got to you and protected you. I think it’s a good idea. Based on her reaction, she had no idea about us until then. Even if she did, she didn’t let anything happen to you. I don’t feel like she’s going to do anything. Our name carries enough of a threat to dissuade her from saying anything if that’s what you’re worried about. We can handle that if it comes to that. But it’s different than before. Please, hyung.”
“That should do it,” J-Hope whispered to you. “No one can say ‘no’ to Jimin. It’s like a siren song. Especially when he gives you the eyes. Even if hyung is stubborn, he will cave for Jimin.”
You could believe that; even you could feel the pull of Jimin’s voice imploring Suga to do anything he wanted. It must be nice to have that power to make someone do something with just a bat of an eye or the sweetness of that angelic voice. And as expected, Suga sighed and rolled his eyes, making Jimin smile. “Fine,” he grumbled, “I’m out numbered anyways. I just hope this doesn’t turn out to bite you”
“It can’t be any worse than running into the middle of a gang war to save your ungrateful self,” V lovingly joked, earning him a sharp glare from the so-called ungrateful one.
“Moving on,” Suga muttered, shifting the conversation and his attention towards the shadow who remained on the couch. His eyes were locked on the floor, and he was hunched over. He looked miserable. “Jungkook, what’s going on with you? I don’t get a ‘hello’ after all this?”
The room seemed to hold their breath for the response. J-Hope was hyper focused on the youngest, which gave you the impression that this was not normal shyness, that it bordered on abnormal. The shadow hugged his arms tighter around his body, knees bouncing, teeth gnawing at his bottom lip. He was stuck between wanting to speak and wanting to just vanish into his depression. Jin went to go scold the younger for his attitude, but RM held him back. It wasn’t something the eldest needed to interfere with. It was something Suga needed to do. And he was going to figure it out.
“Listen, I guess you’re upset with me,” Suga continued. “Are you angry that we didn’t finish the mission? Or that I didn’t follow the escape plan? Or could it be that you’re pissed we let Choi get away? Whatever it is that has you acting like the world is over, I apologize.”
“It’s not that,” he said in a whisper that you had to strain to hear.
“Then is it because I scared you? It’s not like I planned for that. But I’m sorry. So, please, don’t hate me anymore.”
Jungkook’s eyes narrowed in confusion. “How could you say that? It’s not you, hyung. I could never hate you.”
“Then, tell me what it is so I can fix it.”
“It’s me. I’m the problem,” he admitted, his shoulders sagging from the weight of his own guilt and shame. “If it hadn’t been for me, you wouldn’t be here. If I had been more observant, you wouldn’t have had to jump in front of a bullet for me. When we were running out to the car, we were supposed to stick together. You were already hurt, and I left your side. Jimin-hyung and Taehyung stayed together, took care of each other, and were able to get out safely. But I left you in there. Look what Choi did before she stepped in. I should have done my job and protected you, not some civilian. But I didn’t and you almost died. What good am I? Hyung, I’m so sorry. I’m sorry.”
He thinks Suga getting hurt is his fault? Seriously, are they really this dangerous gang if they feel guilt this strongly? Choi didn’t seem to care about anything, you wondered.
“So, that’s what this is all about,” J-Hope muttered. “When he woke up after Jimin and Tae brought him home, all he wanted to know was what happened to Suga-hyung. Barely conscious, and that’s all he was concerned about. But once Namjoon came back after talking with you, he told us about his injuries. And Jungkook went all quiet. This morning, it took us literally dragging him from his room to see him. I thought he was just in pain but he’s never let that stop him from being with the others. Even downstairs, Namjoon had to lead him up. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have set foot in this room.”
You remember going through all the messages last night after RM had left. The one labeled, ‘My Favorite’ had asked you for an update and how ‘no one will tell me anything’. After that, that contact name didn’t send any other message as the others had. You concluded that it must have been Jungkook. And once he got his answers, that’s when his guilt started.
Suga shifted to sit up straighter and reached his good arm out for Jungkook. The youngest stared at the gesture with large, shining eyes. He didn’t look as if he was planning on moving, but Suga was not to be ignored. Slowly, Jungkook stood and moved within arm reach, eyes still down casted like he was preparing for some kind of reprimand. But Suga grabbed the fabric of Jungkook’s hoodie and pulled the youngest into an awkward hug. He held on tight.
“Don’t talk like that, Jungkook. Knowing the outcome, I wouldn’t change anything. I made you run ahead. I would do anything to make sure he couldn’t get to you, even if it means getting beat up. One of those bastards told me they cornered you in the stairwell. I was worried they would finally get to you. I couldn’t live with that guilt if you didn’t get out. I’m so glad you’re okay. So, don’t keep blaming yourself for this. As long as you are alright, that’s all that matters.”
It took a moment for his words to sink in, but then, the tension seemed to drop from Jungkook’s body as he clung to his hyung. The feeling in the room changed as the others relaxed. J-Hope’s smile broke out across his face as he watched the scene. And now, you were even more confused about this so-called Mafia. They were closer than most families you saw walking in, they held guilt for their actions, they felt so genuine. Perhaps it wasn’t right to think all stereotypes were true.
J-Hope, finally, pushed the door open and bounded into the room. “Aww, so cute. I should have brought a camera!”
Jungkook’s ears glowed a deep red color as he stood up straight and Suga rolled his eyes at his companion. J-Hope flung himself around the youngest and smothered him back down onto the couch, fussing over him and teasing. You followed him into the room and started to pass out the drinks. You had swiped some mild painkillers from the nurse’s station and handed them to Jungkook. He, shyly, accepted them from you with a soft ‘thank you’ that only made J-Hope laugh even more as he passed him the bottle of juice from his pocket.
“Alright, enough with the cute stuff,” RM said, gesturing for you to have a seat. “Shall we get down to business? Where shall we begin?”
“I suppose wherever you feel is best.”
“Sure. Just let me say what I can assume is obvious; what we talk about in here, stays in here.” You nodded. “Okay, let me ask you a question. Do you know anything about the Great War?” You shook your head. “Almost sixty years ago, there were no Mafia families, no feuding, no wars. The whole country was pretty peaceful if you can believe it. The country was governed by one family with three sons; they became known as the Big Three when the trouble started. The family’s hope was that the sons would work together to keep the country and its citizens in perfect balance. Clearly, that didn’t happen. Each son wanted total control. But they weren’t going to get it just by asking nicely. In hopes to deter the inevitable, they were given a section of the country to manage. You can probably guess how that turned out. The Big Three wanted more and more, so in order to seize, you need an army to prove you were stronger. And that is how the first Mafias were created.”
“So, it started because of egos?”
“Isn’t that what all wars start over,” he asked, flashing you a nonchalant smile. “Anyways, the Big Three were stuck in this never-ending loop of skirmishes that all had the same outcome. They all determined that they needed more bodies. But they could only look after so many. So, whomever was deemed the most loyal General got to create their own gang under the big boss. Think like a tree branch that has a bunch of little one splintering off of it.”
“Is that where you guys come in?”
“Not necessarily. See, the Big Three didn’t care how they recruited their army. So it wasn’t long before the whole population was either dragged away to be forced into service, threatened with violence, or shot dead. The balance that was desired was destroyed and the country was going down. The Great War did nothing but cause so much pain with no sign of ending. Until some people with enough determination tried to push against the chaos. Civilians and those who ran from the secures joined their own gangs to protect themselves. Eventually, more and more opposed the Big Three, until even some of their own trusted men turned on them. Two of the brothers stepped down and dissolved their empire. But the last was too power hungry. He became unhinged and implemented more and more devilish methods to break his new recruits as the years when on. What ended his reign was an assassination executed by his youngest and most trusted General, known as Ji.”
You couldn’t help but notice the distain that crossed everyone’s face at the name.
“So,” Jin interrupted, “after years and years of pain and death, the Big Three were defeated. But the new problem was that the country had become so used to the Mafia regime, that it couldn’t just fall back into how it was prior to the Big Three’s uprising. The city went into chaos, Mafia families against the unaffiliated gangs against civilians. Ji’s group decided to take on the responsibilities of trying to bring everyone together. In an effort, they gathered the heads of the largest or most powerful families and set down borders and rules to help enforce the safety and bring peace. Like Hallowed Ground, for instance, that way no innocent lives would get hurt.”
“Then, history decided to repeat itself,” RM continued. “Ji was tired of no one respecting him, despite what he had accomplish or was trying to do. Slowly, he became as ruthless as his maker. No one wanted a second coming of the dark ages, so many of the independent Mafia families started fighting back to protect their territories. Our group started coming together ten years ago and were a main target of Ji and his Royals due to our past dealings. And we, also, made their job as difficult as we could. Soon, we were the head of the Uprising against him. And after a devastating blow against them eight years ago, we led the other families to push the Royals down. After three years, our uprising succeeded, and the Generals all scattered. Ji never left the battle ground.”
You nodded, letting all of it sink in. “Ok, got it. I mean, I could have guessed they were bad news from the way he cornered me. Makes sense psychos would come from psychos. But why would you willingly walk into somewhere with those guys after fighting them for so long?”
“Here’s where we get to fill in some gaps about what happened from when the guys left out hideout until now. See, over the last few months, henchmen of the Royals, known as Suits, have been acting up. A week ago, we caught some kid they scared into spying on us to find the location of our hideout. Sadly, the kid was no good against Suga-hyungs surveillance system. After their defeat, the Royals have been hurting for bodies, so they requested a tradeoff: the kid for money. Normally, we would have done the trade on Hallowed Ground. But they insisted their men needed the security of their own turf. Jimin and Taehyung have told us their side. Take it from when you guys split up.”
“We were trying to get to the back stairwell,” Jungkook continued, his voice stronger than the last time he spoke to you, but his eyes were elsewhere. “I was trying to make way through all the chaos, but one of Choi’s Suits got in my way. He had me so distracted, I never saw Choi aiming at me. Next thing I knew, Hyung had shoved me out of the way and got shot in the shoulder. I was able to get us out and I figured it was best to follow Jimin-hyung and Tahyungie-hyung down through the floors. The Suits were everywhere. I was able to hide us in one of the shops on the second floor trying to figure the best way out. But they were swarming. I wanted to try and lead them away and double back for Suga-hyung, but he pushed me to go. He said he would meet me at the car. So, I started to head towards the fire stairs, but they caught up with me. They blocked me from all sides. The only way out was to bust out the window and jump, and just keep running. I think I lost them after weaving around in the alley ways. I remember making it to the meeting point before everything went dark.”
“He got a severely sprained ankle from the landing,” Jin listed off, “as well some bruised ribs and deep cuts from the glass. All of them have cuts and bruises. But that is to be expected. Not to mention it could have been worse. Now, what exactly happened to you?”
“After I made Jungkook leave,” Suga answered, “I tried to just make my way to the exit. I set off a couple traps to distract them. But someone grabbed me from behind. They must have beat me up pretty bad; everything then is still fuzzy. But I remember hearing a gunshot, so I assume that’s when he shot me in the side. And there was a flashing light. But that’s all I remember about until I, somehow, made it to the ground floor. I was bleeding so bad that I kept slipping. I could hear someone behind me, but I kept going. That’s when I noticed her crouching with a crowbar. She actually beat one of the Suits that found us so bad that I’m not sure if he got up again before the police arrived.”
It was hard not to notice Jimin and Jungkook looking you up and down, trying to imagine you swinging a weapon around to take down a highly trained gang member. “He said some things that really affected me. I’ve never done that before.”
“We’ll try not to get on your bad side,” Taehyung said with a giggle. “What were you doing there anyway?”
“I was on my way to the bus stop. I had an early shift and don’t have any other mode of transportation. I knew it wasn’t the best part of town, but it was all I could afford. I have to take the early bus because of how far it is from the hospital. I had just made it when I saw a car speeding away and heard the gun shots. I knew it was stupid. Even when I was in there, hearing all the chaos, I was trying to run away. But when I saw how hurt he was, my protective side took over. I hid us behind a counter when that monster came stalking. And when the cops came swarming in, I kept pressure on the wounds until they got him here for Dr. Na to take over.”
“What about when Choi came here? How did you stop him? He’s so slimy, he normally gets away with his lies,” J-Hope asked. RM nodded in agreement, wanting to know the answer as well.
“Oh, he showed me a fake police badge. I think my dad had taught me to see the difference. Speaking of, should I be expecting the real police anytime soon? I’d prefer to be prepared so I don’t forget to omit all this.”
“Knowing RM,” Suga grumbled with a roll of his eyes, “he made a few calls and pulled some strings. Don’t worry about it.”
“What do you mean ‘think’ your father taught you,” RM asked over Suga’s comment.
You let out a sigh, shrugging your shoulders as you contemplated how much to tell them about such a sad part of your past. But since they had shared so much with you, you figured it was fair. “I was involved in a car accident two years ago with my dad. I was the only survivor.”
Jungkook looked at you with large, sympathetic eyes. “We’re sorry to hear that.”
You waved him down. “Thanks, but it’s ok. I don’t really have a lot of memories from before. I do get some flashes here and there. But when he showed it to me, I just… knew. I was hoping he’d just go away after I sounded off some legal stuff that any police would understand. I’m really happy you came along when you did.”
“It was no problem,” RM said. “Though we may have to keep an eye on you just in case.”
“Oh,” you shook your head, trying to be polite, “that’s not necessary. I’m sure he’ll forget about me. I’m pretty forgettable.”
“Not from where we’re sitting, you’re not,” Jin commented. “Besides, ensuring you’re safe is the least we can do. We are indebted to you, after all.”
“No, really, you don’t need to do that. There is really no need to be indebted to me. I just did my job.”
“Oh, come now,” V said, leaning further into the couch with his arms stretching behind his head, eyes dancing between playfulness and pure seduction. “Surely there is something you want. You know who we are, and what we are capable of. Money is no option. And it would be a pleasure.”
“I’m fine really.” You could feel your heart racing as his eyes burned through you. “I mean, unless you have some magic way to get my memories back,” you laughed. You noticed them pass a look between each other, and Jimin looked unhappy about it. “Honestly, though, it’s not necessary.”
“At least, let us take you home tonight. Just to make sure everything is alright,” RM implored. You gave him a nod, though you weren’t really sure how comfortable you were with a gang knowing where you lived, even after all the close conversation and little gestures that you wished changed your mind. “Excellent. Now, is there anything else you’d like to know? Otherwise, I think we need to meet this Doctor Na and hear what he has to say.”
“Yes,” Jin said, crossing to Suga to examine the bindings. “I’d love to know what his limitations are, so I know how far to push this one’s punishment. Seriously, you are so lucky you got shot in this shoulder and not the one with your mark. It would have been much harder to fix.”
“Mark?”
RM rolled up the sleeve of his jacket to show a dark, lined tattoo on the inside of his wrist. It was two trapezoids that looked like a door opening. “Each mafia family has their own insignia. Those a part of the main family always had it somewhere to show their devotion to the family. A lot of the new generations of gangs have opted for a more permanent, discreet way. So many people nowadays have tattoos, so it’s easy to walk around the public and not draw so much attention. We all have one in different places.”
“Want to play doctor and find mine,” Jimin asked with a devilish wink. He couldn’t deny that he enjoyed the shade of pink that rushed into your cheeks, or the shy way you tried to look anywhere but at him.
J-hope elbowed him in the side. “Spoiler alert: it’s on his ribs,” he said, earning him a whine from Jimin as he reverted from the devil back to the large eyed innocent, who was mad his hyung ruined his fun.
You decided that was the que to go find Doctor Na. You weren’t sure how much longer you could take before one of them made you say something else embarrassing. You excused yourself and made your way back towards the nursed station to locate Henry. To your surprise, he was just stepping off the elevator. Seeing him after the long morning with the notorious gang was like a breath of fresh air. He was normal and safe. You gave him a brief run down, leaving out everything gang related as requested. He gave you a smile and assured you that everything was going to be fine. It was enough to relax you. While he went to check on his patient and talk to the rest, he told you that Jax was going to go over a new schedule with you and there was some paperwork that needed your attention. He promised once he was finished talking with the seven guys, he would find you to check up on you. He was being so considerate. This was what you needed to focus on, not the dangerous, handsome strangers, no matter how nice they seemed.
Jax had informed you about the change to your schedule; until further notice, you were under contract of Mr. Kim, which one you were not sure, and would be overseeing the care of Suga until they determined your service were no longer needed. You would help with rehabilitation, as well. You would start in the morning and be allowed to leave in the evenings. After he was released, you were to do some inhouse care until Mr. Kim terminated your services. Your pay was being taken care of by Mr. Kim, and it was far more than you were currently receiving. Jax had pulled some strings to get some more help so you wouldn’t need to worry. When you tried to request that you could return to your regular shift and have someone else help the Kim’s, Jax looked at you like you were insane for turning down the amount of money they were offering. Without explaining the real reasons you didn’t want to accept, you just sounded foolish. You wish you could talk to Amber. You felt like you had no other option. Jax had you sign a bunch of different papers, from release forms to nondisclosure agreements. It took a while to read through all of them.
Once all had been signed and reviewed, you felt so overwhelmed. Half the day was gone, even though it felt like it should be much later after all that. You hoped Henry was finished talking and whatever checkup he needed to do. Maybe he could help you. Or maybe you should take him up on his offer to get you some antianxiety medication in place of your old since he was still looking. Either way, you found yourself heading back up. You needed to do what Henry had tried to tell you before; just try to look for a positive. You tried to focus on your dinner date. It would truly be your first major step forward. Perhaps you could look at that as your reward for putting up with the good-looking mafia. You wondered what he wanted to talk to you about. Was Amber right and he liked you way more than you had actually anticipated? Or were you just getting your hopes up? No. No more self-doubt. There had been enough of that with your ex. Good or bad, this was better than Daniel.
When you stepped out from the elevator, you walked over to the nurses’ station and filled out some chart information. You had just started when you heard a door open. You leaned over and peered through the glass of the doors that lead to the hall of rooms. Henry had left the room, with RM behind him. Both were having a quiet conversation, but you couldn’t hear anything. He must be whispering to not disturb the other patients. You noticed RM look around before leaning closer to Henry, face serious and lips moving fast. Whatever he was saying seemed to be important. Then, the Mafia leader reached into the pocket of his jacket, and you could see him withdraw something. He dangled it in front of the doctor’s face. It was a small plastic bag filled with a white powder. You watched Henry’s eyes go wide before he loudly exclaimed, ‘is that euphor…’, before RM forced his hand over the doctor’s mouth, looking around wildly. RM was dealing U4-1A? Was he the one spreading it among the city? It was a gang drug. And if they were paying your new salary, their money had to come from somewhere. Your distrust and caution came surging back in. This just proved they couldn’t be what they seemed to be. You waited for Henry to push him away or tell him off. Only, to your horror, to watch him open the bag and examine the powder between his fingers. He lifted his fingers and smelled them, only to look at RM in disbelief.
If you didn’t know any better, Henry looked happy. He shook the Mafia leader’s hand! He put the bag of drugs in his pocket! Henry was using U4-1A? No way! How could he after all he had witnessed? From where you were, you could make out that Henry had asked if there was any more and RM answering that he would have more soon, as long as he does his job. You felt like the rug just was pulled from under you. Henry, this paragon of perfection, was accepting illegal drugs from a Mafia boss. You weren’t sure who you were angrier at; the members of Bangtan for luring you into liking them when they were the ones behind the number of U4-1A cases that filled the ward, Henry for accepting it with a smile like he wasn’t the one trying to help those cases, or yourself for believing that either party was something to trust after all you had been through? You weren’t going to be able to look at Henry the same way after this. You felt conflicted; You should tell the director and have Henry dealt with. However, Henry was one of the few doctors making progress in the surge of cases. If Henry was removed from the hospital, other doctors wouldn’t be able to take on his load. It would do more harm then good to report him. You had terrible luck. And after this discovery, you were questioning your luck with men, as well.
“Oh, Y/N.” Henry’s voice broke through your internal struggle as he pushed through the security doors. You noticed him wipe his hands on his coat, as well as the lumpy outline of the baggy in his pocket. That intensified your rage. Then it hit you; if you couldn’t rat him out without hurting others, you could remove yourself from his focus. “How long have you been back?”
“Long enough,” you answered, curtly, busying yourself with the paperwork so you didn’t have to look at him.
“I hope it wasn’t too long. I know it can be boring out here.” His sincerity made your heart hurt. “I’ve finished with our patient for now. I know it’s only been a day, but he seems to be healing just well. Mr. Kim has requested some privacy for a bit so they can spend time with their companion. He doesn’t require his next round of medications for a couple of hours, so they said that would be enough. Which means, you will have some free time. You’re welcome to monitor the floor and assist any of the other private nurses, or just hang around. Or, if you like, I get a break in another thirty minutes, and we could get lunch?”
“I have paperwork. Besides, I am not hungry.”
“Oh, okay, that’s fair.” You tried to ignore the disappointment in his voice. He shook it off. “You really are a dedicated worker. Especially, with the circumstances. Everything is overwhelming. I suppose Jax went over the new schedule they set up for you, right? It’s not too bad. You come in at 7:00 am, hang around with the patient, then go home after his evening medications are administered around 8:00 pm. It’s long but it’s consistent. It seems like some of them are going to be hanging around, so you will have someone to conversate with since it seems like our patient isn’t so talkative. But if any of them give you any trouble, you let me know and I will not hesitate to take care of them.”
“Thank you, Dr. Na. But I can handle them.”
That seemed to grab his attention more than your cold behavior. He looked at you with such confusion as he closed the gap between you. “Hey, is something wrong? Did something happen? You can talk to me.”
You refused to look at him as he tried to catch your gaze, knowing the hurt in his eyes would break you. “Nothing’s wrong, Dr. Na. We are at work, so we should just behave a such, don’t you think?”
“I guess. But, please, talk to me? I’m sorry about all this weirdness. I tried to get you out of this but they didn’t give me a choice. Look, I promise I will make it up to you. I’ll take you to the best restaurant in town on Friday, and you can have whatever you want. I’ll make sure to treat you extra special after all of this. Anything to get that smile back on your pretty face.”
You stepped away from him. “I don’t think that’s such a good idea. I will not be able to go with you. Now, if you excuse me,” you tried to move behind the desk, ending the conversation, when he reached out and grasped hold of your hand.
“Wait, what happened? Please, Y/N, tell me what I have done wrong so I can fix it.”
You whirled around, eyes flaring with rage. Why couldn’t he just take the hint. “Gee, maybe accepting drugs from a criminal was a wrong step. Did he help you find ‘euphoria’?”
His eyes went wide as the color drained from his face. “You saw that? I can explain. Please, it’s not what it looks like?”
“Oh, so it doesn’t look like the head doctor in charge of trying to save the addicts, that are out of their mind with this sex drug, doesn’t have a bag of white powder that was given to him to by a member of a crime syndicate? Because that is exactly what it looks like. No, you don’t get to try and talk your way out of this. I can’t believe you would do this. I really liked you. You were one of the few people who were there for me. How long have you been doing this? Always or after how many patients did you have to see before you got curious? Actually, never mind, I don’t want to know. I may have metaphorically shot myself in the foot and am, now, stuck helping these guys. But you literally have lost all respect for me when you took that and asked for more! Don’t try to talk your way out of this. You know all I’d have to do is scream and someone will come, and everyone will know about you. So, I will tell you how it’s going to happen. I will work with you, professionally. And nothing more; no little conversations outside of patient updates and absolutely interaction outside of that. I will say nothing about this, and you will leave me alone.”
You didn’t give him time to process before you dropped your finished papers on the desk and leaving through the elevator. Your whole body was shaking from the rage. In the past day and a half, you had lost yourself in emotions you didn’t realize you could have. Emotions you wished you could have unloaded onto your ex after what you had gone through. You needed to get some air and calm down. You wiped some stray tears from the corners of your eyes. It was so hard to see someone you had all but idolized, someone you had been so close to, someone you had could see getting romantically involved with fall so hard. Perhaps this was how it was with Daniel; you couldn’t remember what had drawn you two together in the first place, only that he was there for you. Maybe you weren’t supposed to have a relationship. Your anger was starting to calm into a smoldering emotion in the pit of your stomach as a wave of depression washed over you. You were trapped in a deal you couldn’t remove yourself from, in more possible danger you couldn’t even begin to fathom, and the one positive you thought you have turned out to be rotten. You wanted to see Amber. Perhaps she could talk you out of talking a walk off a short edge.
The elevator opened on your old floor, still bustling with people as it always had. Since Mr. Kim and his lackeys had requested privacy, who knows what they were really up to, you had time to do whatever. You wanted to see if Amber still had a break around this time and go have a nice talk somewhere. Or you could go hide in the locker rooms and cry out all your frustrations. Thankfully, you caught a glimpse of her messy hair at the desk. You were so distraught that you barely noticed anyone else as you raced over, dropped in the chair next to her, and wrapped your arms around her like a koala.
“My baby returns to me,” she cheered, hugging you back with all her might. “Girl, you need to dish. What the Pineapple is going on? Jax just redid my whole schedule and won’t tell me anything. I cornered Henry earlier asking about the mysterious Agust Doe since he has disappeared from our computers along with you, but he isn’t talking. Now, I hear that you are not on the shift board and that you’re doing some private care for some V.I.P upstairs. What is going on?”
“So much is going on. I had to sign a bunch of NDAs and pretty much signed my life away. And I feel like I’m trapped and could really use a hug,” you whined into her shoulder. “I really wish I could tell you everything. What I can say is that the guy I saved has six powerful friends who are paying me more than I make in three years to take care of their friend. But they are so intimidating, and I can’t stay in a room with them for more than a minuet without feeling like I’m going to die. And now I’m concerned that someone’s going to find me and make me pay for just trying to be a decent person. So long story short, I’m not having fun.”
“Oh, you poor thing,” Amber cooed, letting you whine as much as you needed. “So what you are saying is, I’m going to need to supply you with a bunch of cheap wine to get you to tell me about all the NDA stuff, huh?” You nudged her with your knee, knowing she was kidding but never putting it past her if she really wanted to know. Amber had her ways. “Hey,” she continued, trying to lighten the mood, “just think about that hot date you have with the most perfectly handsome man in the hospital on Friday. That will make all this bad go away.”
You made a noise before moving away from Amber, the look on your face all telling.
“What happened,” she asked, all worried that she was about to have hunt someone down, “what did he do? Did he say something bad? Do I have to hide a body?”
“No,” you moaned, shrugging your shoulders to make it seem less than it was. “Let’s just say I found out something that really changed my mind about dating right now.”
“What, does he have some freaky fetish?” You set her with a look that made her laugh. “Okay, I’m sorry. No jokes. But I am sorry about that. You seemed so interested. But don’t worry. There are better people out there. We can start friendly and work our way there. And speaking of friendly, you remember Chris, right?”
Your head shot up. You were so lost in your own misery that you didn’t even realize that Amber had been talking to someone when you walked up to the desk. In front of you, with a polite smile and messy brown hair, was Amber’s friend Chris, Chris with the cute accent. You sunk further into your chair. You had met Christopher Bang once before, briefly, not long enough for him to get a good impression from you. Surely, he had an interesting take on you after all this. Amber had talked about him a few times since you had moved to Central; it hadn’t been the first time she had mentioned him while trying to get you to start dating again.
“Hey, how you going? Sorry you are having a bad day. From what Amber told me, you’ve had a wicked time, yeah?” Yeah, you mused, his accent is kinda cute.
“Chris came around to say hi to a friend of his. But no one told him that she got released yesterday. So, we’ve been talking about work and plans to hang out this weekend. Oh, and the new tattoo he wants to add to his sleeve.”
Oh boy, you rolled your eyes, thinking back to the talk you had with Bangtan, everyone who has a tattoo I’m going to think is part of a gang. Like either of these two would ever do something like that.
“It’s too bad I missed Sana,” Chris sighed. “I went to the trouble of making all of her favorite foods to cheer her up. It would be a shame to have it go to waste,” he dropped the full bag he carried onto the desk. Your eyes went wide at the delicious smell that radiated from it. Amber pretty much attacked the bag. “Not sure if the hungry one mentioned it, but I work at a restaurant in the inner city with some of my mates. It’s kind of like halfway house for runaways. Our motto is ‘we make stray kids stay’, help give back to the community. Give them a job, a purpose, an avenue for creativity. We do pretty well for ourselves. Maybe when you guys are not too busy, she can bring you by so you can see us at work.”
You tried to ignore Amber’s coy, pointed look. Seriously, what was with her trying to set you up with her friends? “So thoughtful,” she cheered, “I’m sure your friend won’t mind you sharing this lovely food with the nurses who worked so hard to keep her comfortable. Come on, we’ll show you to the quiet spot where we like to eat and chat. Though, you can’t smoke in here Channie,” she chided with his nickname as she pushed you and Chris along the halls. “I know how you are when you’re relaxing but it is too cold out there to allow your habit.”
“Oh, no worries. You haven’t heard. I started the patch a few weeks ago.” He rolled up his sleeve to show off the plastic patch stuck to his arm. You remembered Amber mentioning that he had started smoking at a young age because of the intense stress he had been under. And how she had gone all big sister on him in attempts to get him to stop. “Felix and Han have been bugging me about quitting for so long, so I started using the ones you gave me for my birthday this year. One of my regulars thinks he’s got a new brand that is supposed to make you a whole new person.”
“As long as I don’t have to smell like an ashtray after seeing you anymore, I’m happy,” Amber laughed. “And your future will thank me later. But now, let’s eat.”
Having lunch with Chris and Amber was definitely a good distraction from all the things swirling in your head. You listened as they chatted about whatever they did in their spare time, just letting their conversation wash over you. By the end of it, after Chris had said goodbye, Amber turned her mothering towards you. She tried to get more out of you about what happened with Henry but you couldn’t bring yourself to talk about it. If Amber knew about the U4-1A, after all she had told you the other day, you would have to bail her out of jail after she jumped Henry. Or worse, she’d figure out that it had something to do with private patient and get herself on their hit list. You brushed her off as best as you could. What you really needed was just to curl up in bed and try and forget everything. Amber became quite insistent about you not going back to your apartment after all the activity down there, pulling on her old rant about just living in her loft. But when you mentioned how your clients were going to drive you home, she all but demanded you have them drop you at her place for safety. And truth be told, it wasn’t the worst idea. Especially since they were being so adamant about not letting you go alone.
Problem was that you were not willing to get into their car now that you knew they were not just a mafia family, but drug dealers as well. No matter what they said, you wanted nothing to do with them outside of the hospital. When you entered the room to administer the evening rounds of medications, Bangtan had made themselves at home. In your absence, they had brought different pajamas for Suga to wear, a black zip-up hoodie was placed on his shoulders, a different blanket was draped over him, a laptop was resting on the side table, and he had a container of homemade food next to him. Did they just have everything waiting in the car? Jin was fussing at him to eat, all but force feeding him. Jimin and Taehyung were playing music on the laptop, while Jungkook seemed to be engrossed in some mobile game. Ignoring their profession, they had made the cold hospital room seem inviting. RM and J-Hope were talking quietly in the corner of the room. However, you did hear them say that whoever they had watching the building hadn’t seen anything outside to worry about.
You wore your mask of polite professionalism as they chatted with you while you finished checking up on your patient. He was still as quiet and cold as he was earlier. When no one seemed to have any questions, J-Hope hopped up and declared himself your designated driver for the evening. You tried, again, to tell them how it wasn’t necessary, insisting that if he took you home that the others would be stuck there.
RM was quick with a response, as if he was sure you would bring that up. “One of us is always going to stay here with Suga-hyung, just in case. Jimin’s going to camp out here tonight. We drove over in two cars this morning. And if we really needed it, one of our men could drive us home. Really, Y/N, it’s okay. Let us do this for you.”
And that is how you found yourself marching down the hall, bag slung over your shoulder, with J-Hope humming happily next to you. No matter how much happiness he radiated, he couldn’t put you at ease as he had earlier. You didn’t want to be alone in a car with them or have them in your apartment. Sure, you could have him take you to Amber’s, but you didn’t want him to have her on his radar should anything happen. Technically, you could walk to Amber’s. The one downside was that it had turned freezing cold as the sun went down. And, thanks to your private patient, you no longer had a jacket to protect you. As you stepped on to the lobby floor, your long-sleeved undershirt was barely keeping you warm. But you would rather suffer a bit in the cold then put yourself and your friend in anymore danger.
Then, it hit you.
“Hey,” you said, coming to a stop, “I forgot my jacket in the locker room. I need to go get it.”
“Want me to come with you?”
“No, it’s okay. I’ll be right back. Just wait here,” you gave him a smile before sprinting off back into the depth of the hospital’s halls. Only you weren’t heading to the locker room for a jacket that didn’t exist. You were sneaking out the back ER doors to avoid all the problems. By time he would realize you were gone, you would be half way to the subway that would take you to Amber’s building. By the time you arrived in the morning, you would figure out some excuse to your disappearance and why you were not going to be in a car with them. But for now, it was in your best mental interest to just avoid and escape.
Slipping out amongst the parked ambulances was easy. Nothing was out of place. You waved at the EMTs sipping their coffees as they said ‘good night’. You wished you had one just to warm your hands. It was colder now than when you had left your apartment. You pulled your arms tight around you as the wind bit against your skin. Just add this to the list of smart things you’ve done recently. You ducked behind a covered alcove of the hospital and sent a quick text to Amber, letting her know you were walking to her loft. You didn’t need to read her reply to know she was yelling at you again for making dumb decisions. It would be fine; once you got to the front side of the building, you’d be able to blend into the crowd so no one would see you, then it was a ten minuet walk to the station, then two stops to Ambers building. You could walk it in your sleep.
But as you walked past the darkened dumpsters in a not so populated side of the hospital, something grabbed ahold of your hair and yanked you back against a solid body. You couldn’t even let out a scream of surprise before a gloved hand came up clenched your jaw shut.
“Thought I smelled something pretty. Let’s finish that conversation, little girl.”
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Airplane Mode | Track 01: Piece of Peace (P.O.P.) | jhs
Summary: Set in the same universe as Love at First Touch by bagelswrites.
In a world where a bruise marks the first touch of your soulmate, time is the only thing that matters. The marks take hours to appear, sometimes even days if you're really unlucky. Once First Touch is initiated, both parties only have a few weeks to find the other. From then on, the body begins to reject any form of sustenance other than the touch of the other. If one fails to find their soulmate, they starve to death.
So what happens when your soulmate is an internationally famous idol?
And you're just one fan in a sea of many who can't even speak the same language.
Pairing: Hoseok x Fem Character
Word Count: 4.7k
Genre: Fluff. Angst. Idol!au. Smut. Soulmate!au. Explicit language.
Warnings: This chapter contains swearing and a description of a panic attack. If you wish to skip the panic attack part, do not read the end of the last section.
Words written like this are words spoken in Korean.
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“Where the hell are you?”
A femine voice yelled into the phone pressed against her ear. The loud, excited chatter of the group of young girls in line in front of her threatened to drown out her voice. Pulling the drenched hood of her hoodie further over her head, the girl attempted to shield herself from the cold rain.
“I’m a block away. Don’t get your panties in a wad, Jae.”
Eunjae huffed as the deep voice of her best friend grumbled through the phone’s speaker. She watched as her breath dispersed from her mouth in a cloud of white and almost, almost, felt a brief whisper of regret.
The denim of Eunjae’s jacket caught on the brick of the building she was leaning against and she muttered a curse. It was the middle of January in New York City and damn was it cold . Even after living in the city for most of her life, Eunjae still didn’t know how she managed to survive the cold months. Eyes narrowed on the back of the girl’s BTS sweatshirt in front of her, Eunjae reminded herself of why she was enduring such torture.
Do it for the boys, she sang the mantra in her head, bouncing on the toes of her Doc Martens in a poor attempt at warming up. For those beautiful boys and their beautiful voices.
The teenaged girl in line behind her let out a screech of excitement and Eunjae gripped the phone in her hand tighter. Teeth chattering, she opened her mouth to respond to her best friend on the other line.
“Yeah well, you left me forever ago and I’m dying over here. Do you want to be responsible for my death, Miles?”
“First off, I left to get an umbrella ten minutes ago, you ingrate. Jesus, you’re so overdramatic.” Eunjae could feel the boy rolling his eyes over the phone. “Besides, you’re the one who dragged me all the way out here, so you can’t even complain.”
“Dragged you?” Eunjae raised an eyebrow even though he wasn’t there to see it. “You peed your pants when I told you I got tickets to a fanmeet with BTS.”
“I did not pee my pants ! I just got a little excited, okay?”
Eunjae’s laughter rang into the air and she could taste the rain on her tongue as she tilted her head back. “You said the same thing in fifth grade after you wet yourself in front of the whole cla-”
Click.
A grunt of annoyance left her at the sudden dial tone ringing in her ear. “That idiot hung up on me.”
“Yeah, well, you were being rude as hell.”
The rain that had been pelting the top of her white hoodie ceased and Eunjae turned her head to find Miles towering over her. His white-blond hair was completely drenched, flopping over his tan forehead. The rain had ruined whatever product she knew he must have spent hours that morning putting into it. Miles had the black hood of his thin sweatshirt thrown up over his head in a meager attempt at shielding himself from the downpour. The zipper was pulled up just far enough to show off the silver chains around his neck, and the top of his purple “eat, sleep, BTS, repeat” shirt stuck out from under his soaked sweatshirt.
The soft pitter-patter of the rain hitting the clear umbrella he held in his hand eased some of the nervous tension in Eunjae’s body. She slid the hood off her head and ran a hand through the damp silver tresses. The rings adorned on one of her hands caught on a particularly stubborn tangle and she grimaced in pain.
“Yeah, well, hanging up is also rude as hell.” Eunjae fired back, finally succeeding in taming her long hair.
“I don’t know why I put up with you.” Miles rolled his green eyes before nodding his head towards the front of the line. “Ooh, I think they’re finally letting us in. Just in time too! Hallelujah! I can not wait to finally get to meet those beautiful specimens they call humans.”
“And you call me overdramatic.” Eunjae muttered under her breath with a small smile. Miles was right. The doors to the venue had finally been opened, and the line slowly started to trickle into the building.
As the pair made their way towards the staff checking tickets at the door, Eunjae began to feel her palms sweat. She’d been a fan of BTS for the past year, and even though Miles teased her for being so late to hop onto the BTS Express, she was beyond excited. And nervous. Very, very nervous.
Bangtan Sonyeondan had gained so much traction in the last year that they were practically a household name. Eunjae had been trying to get tickets to one of their concerts ever since Miles introduced them to her. But Bangtan hadn’t had anything scheduled in New York City until now.
Winning a lottery for a fanmeet with BTS was something that Eunjae had never imagined happening to her. When she’d gotten the email, she’d screamed so loud that her grandmother barged into her room armed with a baseball bat because she’d thought they were getting robbed. Eunjae had called Miles up right away, who’d literally burst into tears over FaceTime. He’d been a fan of BTS since they first debuted, but he’d only ever been to a few concerts; nothing as personal and intimate as a fanmeet.
One of the staff at the front of the line scanned the tickets on Eunjae’s phone and they were ushered in with a short wave of the hand. Stepping inside, Eunjae let out a sigh as the warmth of the building’s central heating hit her frozen skin.
“Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Oh, my God.” Miles squeaked as they walked down the aisle of the room holding the fanmeet. There were about a hundred black folding chairs set up in multiple rows, the first few rows already being taken up by fans. Front and center of the room was a small stage with a long tablecloth table and seven empty chairs.
“Stop, you’re making me more nervous.” Eunjae elbowed Miles in the side. The line had snaked its way around and her short legs bumped into the neatly lined chairs as she shuffled into their row.
“Sorry, not sorry.” Miles let out a shaky breath as they took a seat. Eunjae could feel the cold of the metal beneath her damp, ripped skinny jeans and she shivered.
Glancing over at Miles as he nervously fiddled with the folded umbrella between his legs, Eunjae reached over to pat the top of one of his cold hands. She hadn’t seen him this nervous since he’d confessed to a boy he’d been crushing on in their junior year math class years ago. Even though they teased and annoyed the crap out of each other, the two of them always looked out for each other.
“You okay?” She asked, eyebrows scrunched in concern, pushing her own nervousness to the wayside.
“Yeah, I’m good, JJ.” Miles bumped his grey jeaned leg into hers. “Just nervous. Like, what if I go to say something to them and just...just...?”
“Pee your pants?”
An unattractive snort shot out of his nose and he shook his head with a smile. “You know what? I hope you mess up those Korean phrases you spent so much time learning.”
“I’ll have you know that I didn’t spend that much time learning them.’” Eunjae turned her nose up at him. “I am half Korean, ‘ya know. So I know what I’m-”
“You literally spent two days trying to figure out how to say ‘hi, my name is Eunjae Morales,’ you poser.”
Eunjae’s snarky response was cut off as the girls and few boys around them erupted into screams. Head snapping back around to the front of the room, Eunjae’s mouth parted as seven of the world’s most beautiful human beings stepped out onto the stage one after another.
The album cover clenched between Eunjae’s white knuckled fingers was the only thing keeping her grounded. The line of fans in front of her were dwindling down as one after another, they took their turn stepping in front of the long table at the front of the room. Despite the water still dampening her clothes, Eunjae felt herself breaking into a nervous sweat. Maybe she should have taken off the denim jacket, but it was too late now.
“I’m looking at Kim Namjoon right now.” Miles clutched at Eunjae’s elbow, his green eyes blown wide as they locked onto the first person seated at the table. “ Kim Namjoon . I can’t breathe.”
Nodding in silent agreement, Eunjae couldn’t bring herself to form words as she stared past the few people left in front of her in line. Kim Namjoon, famed leader of Bangtan Sonyeondan, sat in the first chair. Tanned skin and dimpled cheeks, he hid his symmetrical face behind one of his big hands shyly as the fan kneeling in front of him whispered something to him. Pink, full lips pulling up into an embarrassed smile, Kim Namjoon crossed one of his long legs over the other beneath the table.
“I swear to God, if Seokjin speaks to me, I might actually spontaneously combust.” Miles was going to leave a bruise if he clutched at her arm any longer.
Wincing, Eunjae pried his fingers from her person. Breathing in shakily, she joked, “well, I hope everyone knows where the fire exits are.”
“Stop using humor to deflect.” Miles wasn’t even looking at her, too busy ogling the next man sitting at the table: Min Yoongi.
“Wow, call me out on my faults, will you?” Eunjae didn’t even comprehend what she was saying as she watched wide-eyed as the person in front of her stepped onto the small stage and kneeled down in front of Kim Namjoon. “Some friend you are.”
“Holy shit you’re next.” Miles breathed.
“Holy shit I’m next.”
Eunjae felt her breath catch in her throat as the space in front of Namjoon cleared. She didn’t have a particular bias out of the members, but the confident brilliance of Kim Namjoon just did something to her.
Her dark eyes widened when the staff member positioned next to the stage waved her forward. It took Miles prodding her in the back for her to move, feet shuffling up the small steps to the stage. As she kneeled down in front of Namjoon and placed her album onto the table, he looked up from his marker with a smile.
Wow, those dimples are dangerous , she thought, mouth opening and closing without sound.
“Hello.” Kim Namjoon’s deep voice was like butter as he reached for her album. “What’s your name?”
“Uh,” she stuttered out unintelligently as he neatly signed his signature onto the album. All of the Korean that she’d practiced beforehand slipped completely from her mind. She was just lucky that Namjoon was fluent in English. “Eunjae Morales.”
“Nice to meet you, Eunjae.” Namjoon’s cheeks dimpled as he held up a hand for her to high five. Her small hand gently tapped his and she almost died on the spot.
“You too.” Enjae wouldn’t have been able to say anything more even if she’d wanted to. A staff member appeared behind Namjoon from seemingly out of nowhere to wave her on. She was barely able to squeeze out a “fighting!” before she slid down to the next member.
Eunjae’s interaction with Min Yoongi passed in a blur. She’d barely been able to stammer out a sentence from underneath his unfaltering gaze. And when he flashed her his patented gummy smile, Eunjae couldn’t help the shy grin she sent back in return. In the middle of his accented sentence in English, he lifted up a hand for her to high five, smile widening at the blush that spread across her cheeks.
Sliding down the table, she glanced up and felt the breath stutter in her chest when she met the dark eyes of Kim Seokjin. His face was even more beautiful in person and when his plush lips tilted up in a smile, she almost fainted on the spot. His dark hair was parted to reveal forehead and the lightly tanned skin of his arms shone under the lights as he reached out for her album. Seokjin didn’t know a lot of English, however, so they weren’t really able to converse. But he sent another radiant smile her way as he grasped one of her hands in both of his and squeezed gently.
Before moving down again, Eunjae took a peak at Miles behind her. She had to muffle her laughter from his wide-eyed stare of awe as he admired the beautiful Kim Seokjin. Lips twitching, she shuffled down the table once again with shaking hands.
“Hello!” The enthusiastic greeting of Jung Hoseok met her ears in his cute, accented English.
Wow, this is just not fair. Eunjae barely stopped herself from speaking the thoughts out loud. Hoseok’s eyes turned into crescent moons as he grinned down at her, showing off his perfectly straight teeth. A grey bucket hat hid most of his wavy, dark hair from view, and Eunjae was glad that his stylists didn’t force him to straighten it. Popping up between the corners of his pink lips and high cheekbones were tiny, cute dimples.
“Hi.” Eunjae answered, hands coming up to cover the bottom half of her face shyly. Why are all these men so beautiful?
Ignoring the album in front of him, Hoseok excitedly gestured a ringed finger back and forth between them before declaring, “the same!”
Eunjae tilted her head in confusion at his words for a moment before glancing down at where he was gesturing. A very unladylike snort left her as soon as she noticed what he meant. Hoseok was dressed in a plain white T-shirt with a denim jacket thrown over it, incidentally matching with her white hoodie and denim jacket.
“Hey, I had this on first.” The words came out automatically, muffled as she spoke around the fingers covering her lips. Her nervousness caused the words to stumble out without her permission. “You copied me.”
Hoseok’s contagious laughter burst from his lips and his hand stopped waving between them as he leaned forward. Elbows propped onto the table, he reached out to gently pull Eunjae’s hands from her face. Smaller hands held in his long fingers, Hoseok’s glittering eyes roved her face.
“Name?”
Attempting to force the blush from her cheeks, Eunjae sputtered out the first words that came to mind. Which was, finally , the correct translation of her practiced introduction in Korean. It seemed almost impossible, but Hoseok’s smile widened even more as he stared at her in surprise, hands squeezing her own.
“ You speak Korean ?”
Eunjae blinked as she attempted to slowly translate the rapid fire Korean that just left his lips. Her brow creased as she grasped at the words that had long since been buried in the back of her brain. She hadn’t held a conversation in Korean since she was a kid, and what was once easily translated now came with great difficulty.
“ Uh, very small. ” Eunjae winced at what she was sure was an incorrect sentence. “ Sorry .”
Hoseok let go of her hands and leaned forward to gently sandwich her burning cheeks between his soft palms. “ Gwiyeopda !”
That word Eunjae did not know, though it sounded vaguely familiar. Before she could form a response, the space in front of Kim Taehyung, who sat next to Hoseok, finally emptied. A staff member materialized over Hoseok’s shoulder to gesture her along. He gave Eunjae one last parting, dimpled smile before finally releasing her. He quickly signed album that laid forgotten between them before sliding it down to the left.
“Bye-bye!”
Eunjae sent him a parting smile and a stammered “bye” before finding herself kneeling in front of the beautiful Kim Taehyung. Sitting this close, she was able to make out all the details of his visage. His golden skin practically glowed under the lights of the room and his hair had recently been dyed a beautiful blond. Long, slender fingers gently slid her album closer to himself. With one double lidded eye, and one single lidded eye, he peered up at her from under his long lashes as he enthusiastically scrawled his signature.
“Hi!” Taehyung let his marker fall carelessly to the table and he reached out to grab onto her hands. Fingers intertwining with hers, he sent her a cute boxy smile and waved their conjoined hands side to side.
“Hi!” Eunjae had always been the type of person to automatically mold her energy to the people around her. And Taehyung’s energy was definitely nudging hers from shy to excited.
Like Seokjin, Taehyung’s grasp on the English language was very limited. So their interaction just consisted of him waving their conjoined hands around in a very uncoordinated dance. Meeting an adorable Park Jimin, who had been sitting next to Taehyung, and a shy Jeon Jungkook passed by in the blink of an eye.
Before she knew it, Eunjae was descending the tiny steps to the stage. She didn’t make it far down the aisle before Miles was back at her side, hand snaking out to clutch onto her arm for dear life.
“This has been the single, most greatest day of my life.” He gushed as they sat back down. Miles let his eyes trail back over the line of boys sitting at the table with a starstruck expression. “I think I’m in love.”
Nodding, Eunjae subtly flexed her hands. “It should be illegal to be that beautiful.”
“Then I would be in jail, sweetie.”
Shaking her head, Eunjae turned back to the front of the room and watched as the seven men bounced their energy off of one another. Jimin had the microphone in his hand, playfully taunting a glaring Seokjin. As the last few fans trickled off the stage, all Eunjae could think about for the rest of the fanmeet was how cold her hands felt.
Bare feet sinking into the soft, shag carpet underneath the couch in Miles’ one bedroom apartment, Eunjae groggily sat up. Dawn was just beginning to peek through the closed blinds of the small living room as she sat upright for a few moments to gather her bearings. Eunjae’s head pounded in sync with her heartbeat, each bump-bump sending a searing pain through her skull.
After the fanmeet the day previous, Eunjae and Miles had retreated back to his tiny one bedroom apartment in the lower West Side. After stuffing themselves with leftover chinese food, the two of them had ended up retreating to bed. Too lazy to hike down to the subway to trek all the way back home to Queens, Eunjae raided Miles’ closet for pajamas and crashed shortly after.
Eyes squinting groggily at the clock face on the tv’s cable box, Eunjae grumbled angrily at her pressing bladder. She’d only been asleep for a few hours and the warmth of the couch cushions was calling to her. Ignoring the temptation, she slowly rose to her feet, muscles weak and achy like she’d decided to run a marathon the day previous.
Eunjae blindly felt her way down the short hallway between the living room and kitchenette, stumbling through the first door on the left. The lone window behind the bathroom counter was enough for her to see by. So, without bothering to turn the light on, she locked the door and shuffled across the room. After doing her business, she ran her hands under the warm tap water, eyes closed. It wasn’t until she turned off the tap that she looked up.
“Holy shit .”
Eyes wide in alarm, she braced herself against the counter and leaned to further inspect herself in the mirror hanging above the sink. Both sides of her face were covered in ugly, dark purple bruises. They were the darkest right on the apple of her cheeks before fading to a greenish-yellow around her chin and right under her eyes.
“What the hell?”
Eunjae reached out a shaky finger to gently prod at one of her cheeks, only to stop halfway once she noticed the bruising that covered the back of her hand as well. Both hands, in fact. How had she managed to hurt herself to such an extent without even realising? Actually, Eunjae was pretty sure that those bruises hadn’t been there when she went to sleep. Were those…?
Heart leaping in her throat, Eunjae threw the bathroom door open and screamed out for Miles. She refused to tear her eyes away from her reflection in disbelief at what she was seeing. The bruises looked familiar to something that had been covered in every year of grade school since the third grade. But it couldn’t be. She couldn’t have…
“Why are you screaming bloody murder?” The groggy, sleep filled voice of Miles reached out for her from down the hallway and she let out a shaky breath before answering.
“Miles, I need you to come look at this and tell me I’m crazy.”
“What?” His voice was closer now, and Eunjae saw his head poke into the bathroom through the mirror. “Why are you standing here in the dark like a...oh, my God.”
“Please tell me that I fell down somewhere last night and just don’t remember it.” Eunjae pleaded, the cold edge of the counter digging into her stomach.
The boy didn’t answer right away. Instead, he moved to stand next to her, his sharp profile catching her eye as he stared down at the bruises on her face. Miles reached out a hand as if he were going to trace her cheek, but he stopped halfway, hand hanging limp between them.
“No,” his voice was quiet as he stared in awe. “No, you didn’t fall.”
There was a beat of silence where neither of them spoke. The only noise that filled the still air was the soft melody of a songbird perched somewhere outside the window.
“Eunjae.” Miles hadn’t used her first name since they were children. “Those look like that marks of First Touch.”
Eunjae couldn’t verbally respond. She just nodded her head slowly in agreement.
“I think you met your soulmate.”
The marks that covered her skin were not ordinary bruises; they were soulmarks, the sign of First Touch. The first time someone’s skin brushed against that of their soulmate’s, it left behind a bruise at the point of contact. Not right away, however, it took hours, sometimes even days, for them to appear on the skin.
Finding your soulmate sounded great on paper, but once First Touch was initiated, both parties only got a few weeks to find the other. From then on, the body would begin to reject any form of sustenance other than the touch of the other. If one failed to find their soulmate, they starved to death. It wasn’t very common, only three-fourths of the population succeeded in finding their soulmate. It was a rarity. A blessing, some called it.
Or a curse.
“Yeah..,” Eunjae’s voice trailed off, mind reeling. “I think so too.”
Miles turned his head to met her eyes through the mirror. “Do you know who it is?”
Shaking her head, Eunjae answered, “the only people I touched yesterday were you, and--”
Both of their eyes widened at the same time. Their voices bounced off the tiled walls as they spoke as one: “Bangtan.”
“Do you know what this means?” Miles picked his jaw back up from where it’d dropped to the floor. Shifting to stand behind her, he grasped her small shoulders in his hands. “One of the members of Bantan is your soulmate .”
“This is crazy.” Eunjae breathed.
“Holy shit.” Miles paused in his movements before his eyes met hers. “Which one was it?”
“I don’t know, Miles.” Eunjae winced. The pain from the harsh bruising on her face was beginning to get to her. “Honestly, the whole thing passed by in a blur. I touched hands with all of them yesterday.”
“Well, who touched your face?”
Eyes closed in thought, Eunjae ran back through the memories of the day before. Her lips parted in sudden realization. “Oh.”
“Oh? Don’t leave me hanging here.” Miles shook her shoulders in excitement. “ Who was it ?”
“J-hope.”
“I’d hate you if I didn’t love you so much.” Miles sighed dramatically before bouncing on the balls of his feet. “This is incredible! Wow, I’m so jealous, you have no idea. You’re soulmates with J-fucking- hope .”
“How am I supposed to find him?” The words blurted from Eunjae’s mouth as panic slowly started to set in. “What if they were only here for that one night and now they’re gone? If I don’t find him again--”
“Whoa, whoa, relax.” Miles eased, hands rubbing soothing circles through the material of her borrowed shirt. “We’ll just check online to see if we can find a schedule or something. Besides, I doubt that they’d just up and leave once they see the marks on J-hope. That’d be stupid.”
Inhaling through her nose, Eunjae slowly nodded at his words of reassurance. “Yeah, you’re right.”
“Exactly! I’m right.” He nodded vigorously, excited energy bouncing back. “I swear to God, you better introduce me. And if you don’t choose me to be the bridesmaid at your wedding, I might just have to disown you.”
At her lack of response, a frown pulled down the corners of his lips. “This is good news. So why do you look like that? You should be happy dancing with me.”
Shaking her head, Eunjae gripped the small bathroom counter with bruised fingers. “Do you know what this means, Miles?”
“Um, that you’ve won the soulmate lottery?”
“Miles!” She spun around, the corner of the counter digging painfully into her back. Eunjae stared up at him with panicked eyes. “We live in New York City.”
He tilted his head to the side at her words in confusion.
“They live in South Korea.”
“That’s-”
“I barely even speak Korean. They barely even speak English. They live in Seoul, South Korea.” The words poured from her mouth at a rapid fire pace, the reality of the situation starting to dawn on her.
Eunjae had spent practically her whole life in New York City. After the death of her parents at age twelve, she’d been sent to live with the only remaining blood relative they’d been able to get a hold of. Eunja’s grandmother on her mother’s side had been the only one that they’d gotten to take her in.
Eunjae could feel her chest tightening as her breath strained against her lungs. Mouth parting in panic, the room beginning to spin, walls pressing down against her. “South Korea. I can’t leave my grandmother, Miles. I’m all she has left. And what about school? The semester just started and--”
“Breathe, hunny.” Miles’ hands gripped the tops of her arms as he spoke calmly, guiding her face to his chest. “Count with me. One. Two. Three. Breathe in.”
Eyes closed against the dark spots entering her vision, Eunjae concentrated on the calming words murmured into the shell of her ear. Hands shaking, she ignored the pain in her bruised fingers and clutched at the oversized shirt of her best friend in an attempt to ground herself.
“There you go. In, one, two, three. Out, one, two, three. Everything’s going to be okay, I promise.”
“No it won’t.” Eunjae’s small, shaking voice strained past her lips. “Do you really think they’d let one of their members relocate to the states by himself?”
The cotton shirt pressed against her face dampened from her panicked tears and a sob caught in her throat. “Everything I have is here. I don’t want to leave.”
Miles’ arms wrapped around her shaking frame and, for once, he had nothing to say. All he could do was hold her steady in the growing light of his small, cold bathroom.
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the glow up (5) | pjm, jjk
pairing: jimin x reader x jungkook
summary: after going off to college, you & your best friend committed to working out. a year later, the results show, and you cant wait for your hot hometown friends to see you. now all you wanna do is wild out and have lots of sex, and enjoy it without feeling insecure
genre: angst, smut, childhoodfriends!au weightloss!au (is that a thing) friends-to-lovers!au
word count: 3k
warnings: college boys fighting, jimin’s abs, everyone’s abs, misogyny, mentions of sexual harassment, light smut: threesome (mxmxf), tittie fuck, cock warming, a single spank, gaslighting, toxic behavior, slut shaming
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It was another scorching day. Your stomach turned at the prospect of the day ahead of you. Today was Hobi’s annual summer party. Every summer he would have a big party with literally everyone from your old high school.
Hobi’s party had a notorious reputation of being the scene where all the summer flings were established. You and Jimin would always go together and leave together, never getting too involved. It was boys like Taehyung and Jungkook who really got wild at this.
You hadn’t even thought about how different this party would be for you now, especially after Jimin’s. Normally you and him would catch up with old friends, drink a little bit, but mostly just enjoy the music and have fun together.
Not only would you not be able to hang out with Jimin, but you also would not be able to avoid the heart of party. Hook-up central. The pool.
You shuddered thinking about the last time you were in a pool, where Jungkook had just groped you so openly and you just let him. You liked it.
You tried to convince yourself that Jungkook’s actions lately didn’t effect you, but for some reason the thought would leave you with a sour taste in your mouth. You and Jungkook had always been cordial, he was part of your friend group, but you two were never specifically that close. You were comfortable with him, but Taehyung was definitely more approachable even back then.
You had texted Taehyung about going to the party together, but he had already made plans to go with Jungkook, and that was the last person you wanted to see.
You really only had one option left.
Next thing you know, you’re back at Jimin’s doorstep, remembering with a wave of guilt how you left him to go fool around with Taehyung just around a week ago. You rang the doorbell.
“Who is it?” You heard from inside.
“It’s me”
Nothing.
“Jimin?”
The door cracked open slightly. Jimin was shirtless, his skin now significantly tanned from when you last saw him, and also his muscles surprisingly more defined. He had clearly been working out a lot since you last saw him.
“Oh hey” His eyes softened when the met yours but you could see the sadness in them. Your heart clenched. You pushed past the door and threw yourself into his arms, giving him the tightest hug you could conjure. “Are you okay?” His familiar scent overwhelmed you, and you wanted to just melt into him.
You nodded, cheek pressed against his shoulder, “God I missed you so much. Jimin stroked your back affectionately before pressing his lips to the top of your head. You looked up at him. “I am so sorry Jimin”
Jimin forced a slight smile, “It’s…fine. What’s going on, is everything okay?”
Not leaving his arms for a second you spilled. You told him everything that transpired. Every thought you had, Every regret. You told him about what really happened at his party, what happened after. You told him about jungkook, taehyung, everything. You could no longer bare to keep anything from your best friend.
You hadn’t noticed, but Jimin was now clenching your waist tightly, his eyes raging.
“Jungkook did what” After a few moments of silence to take in everything you said, Jimin was furious.
You took his hands into yours and sat him down on his bed. “Look it doesn’t matter.” Lies. “I just, I’m so sorry about all of this. I’m such an idiot—“
Jimin pulled away from you, shaking his head. “No way. You have no reason to be sorry. This is NOT your fault. I’m going to fucking kill Jungkook” He tilted his head in anger.
“Jimin, it’s okay just—“
“It’s OKAY?” Jimin yelled, “You’re OKAY with the fact that Jungkook just fucking stuck his fingers in you? And…that fucking Taehyung too…he didn’t do anything to stop him? What the fuck?”
“It’s really not like that Jimin” Jimin ignored you and cracked his knuckles.
“I didn’t” Your voice went small, “I didn’t try and stop him. It’s my fault” Jimin stared at you.
“You know, you could be a lot of things, but I would have never thought you were stupid.” He inhaled sharply before easing his voice back to an appropriate volume, “Are you okay? Like seriously.”
“I think so.”
“Shit y/n. SHIT” Jimin tossed a pillow across the room in frustration before buying his head in his lap.
“Jimin…” You ran your hand through his hair as he tried to calm down.
“I’m the one that should be sorry. God I was such as ass to you. After we had sex too, ugh I regret it so much. The things I said I mean…not the sex. You’re my best friend, it’s my job to protect you and be there for you, and make sure you don’t get hurt. I made our relationship complicated and I’m sorry.” Jim-in raised his face, giving up an intense look, “But so help me y/n, if Jeon Jungkook or Kim Taehyung have the audacity to show their face to me tonight, I will FUCKING end them”
Jimin decided it was best for you two to stick together like usual during the party. You decided to forgo the swimwear completely for the evening, opting instead for a a pair of denim shorts and a tube top. Jimin would have preferred you cover up more, but he didn’t say anything. You put a glittery body spray that added a nice shimmer to your skin in the sunlight.
Hobi’s house was gigantic. Even after all these years, it always excited you to come see all the new things they may have added. Flat screen TVs in the kitchen, a glow in the dark pool table, a whole dance floor, each year brough surprises. Hobi’s pool was on the roof of the house, infinity style. You could already hear the music blasting. It was comforting that there were already a lot of people there, so your entrance could go unnoticed. You saw Taehyung’s white convertible parked from the corner of your eye, letting you know he was already there. Jimin parked the car. You both sat for a while, simply listening the loud bass vibrate your surroundings. The music gave you a sense of confidence. You reached for Jimin’s hand but he pulled it away.
“Let’s just be normal tonight” He tried to smile. You wanted to roll your eyes. He was so hot and cold. You got out of the car. You could see people standing around smoking, old friends hugging and taking selfies. Red plastic cups everywhere. Shirtless guys, bikini-clad girls, familiar faces. It felt like an out of body experience. You followed Jimin, who chose to wear a loose white muscle tee that showed off his toned arms.
“Oh my GOD! Y/n!” You heard some familiar voices of girls from your high school. You smiled and waved, “GIRL YOU LOOK SO GOOD YESSS” You giggled. More girls crowded you, fawning you with compliments, but the attention was short living, as soon they noticed Jimin who was by your side.
Now this glow up made them drool.
“Park Jimin!” “Have you been working out?” “Holy shit, wanna come over later?” “Jiminieeee I missed you oh my gosh”
Good. Take him away sea of ladies. You thought to yourself. Jimin turned to look back at you in worry as he got dragged away. You winked and gave him a supportive thumbs up. Once Jimin was out of sight, you decided to look for Taehyung.
Where to look first? The pool. You climbed the stairs until you finally got to Hobi’s rooftop, walking out into the intense sun. The pool was packed, music louder here than before. People seemed to be having a great time. There was volleyball, chicken, all sorts of games happening. People were jumping, splashing, it was truly a sight to behold. You saw Junkook right away, with a girl on his shoulders wrestling playfully with Hobi in the water. You stared at him, jaw clenching at how carefree he looked.
“Princess” You turned to see Taehyung, dressed still in partially unbuttoned Hawaiian shirt. In his hand was a cup of what you assumed was beer. “Good to see you” He places a firm kiss onto your lips, lingering a bit. You flinched at the sudden action.
“Taehyung what the fuck” You whispered, looking around to make sure no one had seen you. Taehyung chuckled, wrapping his hand around your waist. His eyes followed where you had been looking earlier.
“Wanna dance with me?” You had no response. Especially because while the two of you were strictly hooking up, Taehyung did seem to really like you, but you suddenly felt overwhelmed. So many people would see you two together. Someone would tell Jimin. And then Jimin would start a fight. Taehyung noticed your hesitation.
“I…I’ll be right back” You wiggled out of Taehyungs grasp and rapidly made your way through the crowd before he could stop you. You barely glanced back long enough to see a confused and slightly hurt look on Taehyung’s face.
It wasn’t long before you heard a whistle.
“Y/n! Babe! Get that sexy ass in the pool” Jungkook cat called. Hobi playfully splashed him, rolling his eyes. The girl on his shoulders just giggled. “Bet I could take you both, if you know what I mean” He winked. You glared at him.
“Excuse me” You felt yourself getting dizzy as Jimin’s voice came booming across the pool. You had no idea when he got up here. He had a few girls surrounding him, but his eyes were glued onto you and Jungkook, who was still in the pool a few feet away from you. He made his way over to you, pulling you back behind him, gritting his teeth. “Get out of the pool Jeon” He spat.
“Nah I’m good Jimin. But hey, I’d be down to share. You me and y/n. Sounds fun” You could hear Hobi mention to the girl that she should probably leave.
“I can’t believe I’ve let you live this long after what you did” Jimin growled, curling his hands into a fist.
Jungkook ran a hand through his hair and smirked, “The fuck did I do? She’s the one screwing Taehyung left right and center. Get mad at her. Bros before Hoes” You placed your hands on Jimin’s arm to keep him from jumping into the pool and pounding Jungkook’s face.
“Jungkook, that’s enough” Hobi said, trying to keep a playful demeanor, “Come on guys, let’s not kill the vibe. Take it inside”
“Any guy here could make a move on her and she’d sleep with them. Because she can. She’s a slut now.” Jungkook raised himself out of the pool, the water dripping down his intense muscles. His tattoos gleamed in the sunlight.
“Inside. Now.” Hobi’s voice became more stern. Jungkook put his hands up in defense. You followed Jimin’s lead and went down into the house, Jungkook trailing closely behind. The three of you reached Hobi’s bedroom.
“Tell me one good reason that I shouldn’t smash your face” Jimin sneered. Jungkook, to your dismay, could not stop smiling.
“I dare you to try”
“Guys!” You finally intervened. “Please, let’s just talk it out” You plopped down on Hobi’s bed. “I wanna get back to the party so just make it quick”
Jungkook suddenly pulled down his shorts. You quickly covered your eyes and Jimin yelled out “What the fuck are you doing?”
“Let’s just have sex.” He whined “It would be so good, think about it. It’s like revenge sex, hate sex, jealous sex all in one.”
You could hear him stroke himself slightly, and you opened your eyes to watch. Jungkook had a body of a God. Your heart raced, unsure if this was a dream.
“You’re insane. I am not having sex with you. And y/n is definitely not.” Jimin approached Jungkook with the intention of pushing him away, but Jungkook was stronger, and simply held Jimin in place, kissing him on the lips. Your eyes widened at the scene. Never would you have thought you would see two of the hottest guys you knew kissing right in front of your eyes.
Jimin pushed Jungkook back, “Dude what the fuck?”
Jungkook licked his lips, “Come on Jimin, don’t be a prude, live a little. It’s an experience”
“My problem isn’t fucking you, it’s you fucking Y/N”
Jungkook turned to you. “Do you want to do this? Do you wanna try it out?”
You bit your lip. You did fantasize about having one someday, just not necessarily with these people. However, Jungkook looked stunning and Jimin made your heart race. It could be amazing.
“I guess I’d be down to experiment…but I don’t know if I’ll like it” You commented, hugging your knees to your chest. Jungkook knelt down and kissed the tops of your knees.
“Oh baby girl, there’s no stopping me once I get my hands on you”
You didn’t have time to process what he said before he was pulling down your shorts and pulling off your top. Your naked breasts bounced in front of his eyes.
“Oh fuck yes” He muttered. He motioned for Jimin to join him on the ground. Next thing you knew, both boys were on their knees before you, each one with their mouth latched to one of your breasts. It was the most erotic sensation you had ever felt. It was overwhelming, and you couldn’t help the loud moans that slid past your lips.
“Oh my…holy…shit that feels” Your sentences were unable to form, it was as if the electric pulses of the way their tongues circled and lapped at your sensitive nipples shut down the rest of your brain. Waves of heat seared through your veins and your hips bucked up unconsciously. Jungkook, who was already naked, helped you lay back on the bed.
“Now, Jimin. Since you two actually like each other or whatever, I’ll let you pick.” He motioned towards your body that was squirming around and begging for their attention. “Pussy or tits”
Jimin frowned at Jungkook’s coarse language, but scanned your body nevertheless, considering his options.
“You are not getting inside her.” He mumbled. Jungkook shrugged.
“Either works” He climbed over your face so that his knees were on either side of you. His large hands pushed your breasts together as he let his long, thick cock slap against your glittering skin. The view wasn’t ideal, but once you felt Jimin’s soft fingers caressing your thighs, you relaxed immediately.
“Condom?” Jungkook asked. Jimin smirked slightly and shook his head. “Oh wow, Park Jimin’s gonna take his bitch raw. Impressive”
“I’m protected you idiot” You mumbled, shutting your eyes so you could focus on the feeling of Jungkook slowly sliding his cock in between your heaving breasts. The invasion accelerated your heartrate. The way his tip just rubbed against the valley of your chest almost feverishly as he picked up his face. You were so turned on you couldn’t believe it.
Jungkook let out soft grunts as he thrusted into you. Meanwhile you could hear Jimin undress and start stroking himself, the sound of skin on skin driving you wild. Your thighs trembled in anticipation.
Finally Jimin was hard and ready for you. He watched carefully as Jungkook fucked your tits mercilessly, his hands clenching your breasts so harshly you were afraid they might bruise. You felt Jimin tease your exposed folds with the tip of his cock. You let out a whimper when he backed up a little to continue stroking himself.
“Jimin” You whined helplessly, “Jimin please. I wanna feel you please”
“I…” Jimin still wasn’t sure that he wanted to do this. Seeing you, with Jungkook almost sitting on your face and using you like a sex doll, it made him feel queasy.
“Jimin baby please I need you” Your voice almost sounded to him like a cry for help. His eyes narrowed at Jungkook who was too fucked out to notice.
Suddenly you felt something wet sprawl all over your stomach. Jungkook came. Everywhere.
“Fuck that was so good” He groaned, releasing his hold on your aching breasts only long enough to slap them harshly before squeezing them again one last time. He carefully got off of you and stood up. You opened your eyes to see Jimin still standing where he was, only this time with his cock out in his hand. Jungkook began to dress himself.
“You missed out Jimin. Oh well” He winked, and as if nothing happened, he was gone.
You and Jimin were silent.
“I…” Jimin stuttered, slightly embarrassed that he froze up and didn’t join in, “I just…couldn’t. The way he was just, using you, I felt…dirty”
You sighed. “Come here” He obeyed, cuddling up behind you. He wasn’t as hard as he could be, so you figured you might as well assist him with that.
You reached down and began stroking his cock. He nestled his face into your neck.
“I’m so sorry y/n” He whispered before letting out a pleasurable whine “I’m so sorry”
He kept apologizing as you jacked him off, eventually spitting in your hands to increase speed at which you pumped him up and down along his length. Something about his pitiful whining was turning you on a lot. You wrapped your whole hand around his cock and guided it in between your ass. Jimin moaned loudly.
“Oh my godddd” He exhaled as you wiggled your ass back and he entered you from behind. “Can we just stay like this for a bit baby? Can you keep my cock warm while I cuddle you hm?”
You nodded, and he softly kissed your neck.
“You’re mine. I’m never sharing you again”
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A/N: i know the smut was very much not satisfying in this, i promise the next part is nice n dirty. hehe.
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Park's anatomy
Rating: Explicit
Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Category: M/M
Fandom: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS
Relationship: Jeon Jungkook/Park Jimin
Characters: Jeon Jungkook, Park Jimin (BTS), Jung Hoseok | J-Hope, Kim Taehyung | V, Kim Namjoon | RM, Min Yoongi | Suga, Kim Seokjin | Jin
Additional Tags: Doctor/Patient, Alternate Universe - College/University, Alternate Universe - Roommates/Housemates, Awkward Flirting, Fluff, Humor, Eventual Smut, Slow Burn, Rating May Change, Panic Attacks, i'm so sorry this kind of turned into a crack fic, Jeon Jungkook is Whipped, Park Jimin Is a Sweetheart, side vhope, maybe side namjin I haven’t decided yet, Doctor Jimin, Swearing, POV switch, Jungkook central, Anxiety, They Are Idiots, but adorable idiots, First Dates, Romantic Comedy, Fluff and Smut, Bottom Park Jimin (BTS), Top Jeon Jungkook, Hurt/Comfort, Light Angst
Summary:
Jungkook is a college student who consistently makes terrible decisions when he's drunk that somehow always end with him getting hurt.
Jimin is a doctor that always seems to be stuck with the emergency room shift when a cute accident-prone college student shows up.
: A romantic comedy.
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A Father’s Love - Chapter 10 [FINAL]
Masterlist | Requests are open.
Genre: Angst, fluff, smut.
Genre of this part: Fluff.
Word Count: 1.9k.
Summary: Single father, Namjoon, struggles to keep his idol life and his private life separate. When he meets you, everything changes.
Warnings: None.
ONE YEAR LATER
The American leg. It was their longest stretch of the entire tour, and during the middle of it, Namjoon was visibly losing the will to live. He gave his all onstage, of course he did, but as soon as the curtains had closed he was close to collapsing. More so from emotional exhaustion rather than physical.
Manager Sejin gave you a call, asking if there was any way that you could fly out to him, join them in America and stay with them for as long as you possibly could. You missed your man. It had been an incredibly long time since you'd seen him... in fact, the longest time. Haneul had taken his father's spot on the bed and cuddled up to you and daddy's Koya pillow. Haneul was usually okay with Namjoon leaving. Of course he missed him, but never this much. So, you thought you'd take Sejin's offer up, and organised to surprise Namjoon in the middle of their tour. Because he needed you, and you and Haneul needed him.
Haneul had never travelled overseas before. He had nothing, so, while he was out at playgroup, you went out to the shopping centre to get some things for the trip: a small suitcase for Haneul, plus one of those adorable Ride and Roll carry-on suitcases that you knew Haneul would love. Sure he was a little mature for his age, given that the majority of people he knew were adults, but he absolutely loved everything he should being a child. The suitcases were packed by the time you had to go and pick him up, the tickets had been sent via email, the Visas had been sorted, you were pretty much ready to go. So, after picking Haneul up from playgroup, you took the detour to the airport and surprised him there and then.
He cried at the prospect of being able to see his daddy again. They were happy tears, of course they were, and despite his crying, he was practically running through security, moaning at you because you were going too slow. He didn't want to sit on his Ride and Roll, but it got to the point where he was running through the airport, you had to force him to sit on it just so you knew where he was.
He was a bearable nightmare on the 13 hour flight from Incheon to San Francisco. He was so excited to finally see his dad again, he tried his hardest to stay awake. He was too afraid of falling asleep and missing it all, landing, getting in the car, seeing daddy. He did pass out, however, half way through his lunch to be precise. His head was almost dunking itself into his yogurt. He was so adorable. You took a photo of him before removing the yogurt from the small boy's path so he didn't actually look like someone's pudding.
Landing was smooth, and going through the airport was even smoother given that you both were privately escorted through security so that no one could get at you or your son. Manager Sejin was waiting the other side, taking your bags off you so you could strap a sleeping Haneul into the seat beside you so he could continue sleeping until you got to the venue. Sejin made conversation with you all the way there, telling you about Namjoon's slump and how he just didn't seem to be taking care of himself properly. You found yourself getting angry at him for his unprofessionalism, but you knew exactly how he felt. The only reason you hadn't gone into a slump yourself was because you had Haneul to take care of.
You woke him up just as you entered the venue, getting him to truly wake up before he lost his mind at his father. You made him remain as quiet as possible as you walked backstage, and Haneul took this a little too far, tip toeing as he made his way backstage, to make doubly sure that his dad didn't hear him.
The door to the artist dressing room opened, and you heard the boys laughing. They saw Sejin and started trying to rope him into some scheme they were plotting to bully Taehyung with. "Listen," he said holding his hands up, "what you lot do in your spare time is none of my business. However, Namjoonie, I need you to do me a favour."
"What's up?" Namjoon asked.
"I need you to stand here." He pointed to a spot in the room that made sure Namjoon was in the centre so everyone could see him, but more importantly, he could see the two of you as soon as the door opened wider. Namjoon disappeared from your view and you heard him stop walking, clearly in position. "Close your eyes."
"Oh God. Last time someone told me to do that, Jungkook shoved his ass in my face and farted."
The whole room erupted in laughter, Jungkook's hands clapping violently as he recalled his prank and felt no remorse for it.
"Trust me." Sejin's voice was soft, but firm. Namjoon obviously did as he was told, because when the door opened to reveal you and Haneul, he didn't move. Sejin moved out the way, "open them."
Namjoon's eyes snapped open and immediately focussed on you and then moved to Haneul. He dropped to his knees and opened his arms wide. Haneul didn't waste any time. "Daddy!" He screamed as he toddled towards his father, launching himself into Namjoon's chest and wrapping his tiny arms around Namjoon's torso.
Namjoon groaned at the impact, but didn't mind the slight pain as his son was wrapped up in his arms again. "Oh my baby boy." He breathed. "I missed you so much. Stop, let me look at you." He gently pushed his son off of him so he could hold his chubby cheeks in his large hands and stare at his son, taking in his entire appearance. "Look at you! You got so tall!"
"I am exactly a hundred and one centimetres." Haneul stated proudly. "Mummy checked."
At the mention of you, Namjoon looked up. He'd almost forgotten that you were there. He picked Haneul up and rested him on his hip, and made his way over to you. His free hand cupped your cheek and his lips immediately attached themselves to yours, keeping you locked to him in a very passionate kiss, just screaming how much he missed you.
"Get a fucking room, you two!" Hoseok shouted from across the room.
"Yeah, daddy, get a fucking room." Haneul repeated.
Namjoon broke the kiss immediately to gently scold his son for his poor use of language. You, on the other hand, had to leave the room so that Haneul couldn't see you laughing at his parrot-like behaviour.
You were there for the show that night, and Haneul got to see his daddy perform for the first time. He was completely enthralled by the stage and how the band performed. He couldn't look away, and screamed every single time he saw Namjoon, either on the stage or on the screen.
Their second night in San Francisco ended with Namjoon bring his son on stage for the endingment, because that's what Haneul asked. He wanted to see what his daddy saw, to know what it was like to be on stage with so many people looking at you. So, Namjoon obliged. And fans lost their mind when they saw the spitting image of Namjoon waddling onto the stage, looking incredibly excited to be there. Namjoon gave Haneul the microphone, as he held him on his hip, and asked him if there was anything he wanted to say. Haneul went shy in that moment, which was pretty much unlike him, but every time Namjoon tried to say something meaningful, Haneul took the microphone off him and placed a kiss to his cheek.
You and Haneul joined Bangtan for the rest of the American tour, bringing in a private tutor from Korea to teach Haneul things during the day, making sure he didn't miss out on his schoolwork. And when he wasn't with his tutor, he was with you and Namjoon, running around on the empty stage and screaming as loud as he could to make his voice echo around the stadium.
The boys had a final free day in New York before they were due to head to the next state, so Namjoon decided to make it special for the three of you. He blindfolded you, and made sure the location was a surprise. The summer breeze hit you as soon as you got out the car, and by the sounds of the people in the background and the cars driving passed, you knew you were somewhere really busy. He pushed you by your shoulders, making sure Haneul was following behind you, and kept you steady as you walked onto the dry grass. He stopped you, gently removed your blindfold, and you almost cried at the sight in front of you.
In the centre of Central Park sat a red and white tartan blanket, weighed down by a few picnic baskets and paper plates and disposable cutlery. Namjoon knew you loved intimate moments with people you loved, and he couldn't have made this any more intimate even if he'd tried. Inside the baskets were your favourite foods, there was some pizza, cakes, sweets, snacks, just general items that were easy enough to eat without the need for plates and fine dining.
His tone turned serious after your meal, as you both sat there and watched Haneul play in the dirt not too far away from you. "You know, I owe a lot to you." He began.
"No you don't."
"I do. We do. It's because of you we became happy again. You fixed me... us. When you left the first time, you had every right to, and I was so terrified I'd never see you again. Hannie was, too, you know. Though he didn't necessarily know you'd gone and been gone for long, he knew something wasn't right. He loves you. Perhaps more than I do if that's even possible. We're lucky to have you."
"I'm lucky to have you both. You invited me into your lives happily. You gave me a family when my own family was half the world away. I love you so much. I love you both so much. I don't ever want to imagine my life without you."
"Me either." He was quiet for a second. "Marry me."
"What?"
"Marry me. I knew I was going to spend the rest of my life with you, anyway. You're too amazing to let go. So why not make it official? I'm desperately in love with you, always will be. Marry me."
You didn't even need to think. The word just came out without you realising. "Yes." You saw his face light up and wash with relief. He held you close to him, tighter than he'd ever held you before. His hand went to his pocket and pulled out a box-less ring. Turned out he was going to ask you anyway. The ring, it didn't fit. Of course it wouldn't. He didn't check your size and used Jimin's hands as a guide. So with another hug, he promised you that you'd go together and get it sorted.
Out of the corner of your eye, you saw movement. You saw a familiar face with long hair that was let loose around thin shoulders. A face you recognised, laced with some emotion you didn't even want to register. It couldn't be. Was... was that Minji?
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