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lolabangtan · 1 year

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a seed | prelude

Word count: 5k

Warnings: nudity, smut, blood, murder, explicit violence.

# sub!Namjoon, oral sex (female receiving), teasing, dry-humping, foot job, fingering, MC is naked all the time and loves to mess with him, sort of sex pollen, lots of world-building.

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Your body feels rusty as you come back to your senses. Your fingers, your limbs, your spine – they all groan and grunt when you move, the pieces of cold, damp dirt falling off to the floor. However, when you flex and fold your fingers to take them out of their slumber, you realise you can’t move – they’ve strapped you to a table.

“Subject 32 has woken up,” you hear in the background, beeping sounds and all, but the buzzing in your ears deafens you. “It seems disoriented, though it might wear off quickly. Proceed with caution.”

One of the humans, wearing a white lab coat, shivers when you stare at him. His pen slips off his fingers and falls to the floor.

The tall one, the one with the dimpled smile, steps up. “Hello… Can you understand me?”

“Of course,” you groan with a raspy voice. The other two men jump at the sound, and your glowing eyes move to them instantly. “Can you understand me?”

“Of course. My name is Namjoon.” But his voice is softer.

After spending his silence roaming your eyes around the lab, you finally bother to look back at him. Your arms are starting to ache in the uncomfortable position.

However, you can’t help smirking with a somewhat cruel tint to your grin when you notice one of the young men staring at your breasts. Shifting on the cold surface, you part your thighs and let him stare further down, gaining himself a scowl from the guy who seems almost in charge there.

Dr Choi snorts. “Don’t get fooled; they’re made to resemble humans for our comfort, but that’s not a woman.”

“Well” – Namjoon puts his hands into his pockets with an awkward shrug – “we don’t really know much about ANGELs yet. It’s pretty much our job to find out if they do have biology to research in the first place.”

That word he just mentioned… It makes you tilt up your head as much as you can. ANGEL. Something stings and aches in your head instantly, and you let out a groan, making them gasp. As the pain grows stronger, you writhe on the table, grunt, and try to get rid of the flimsy restraints. The harsh tugs finally pay off, and soon you’ve broken free from them.

“Woah! Calm down!” Namjoon exclaims.

You look at one of the younger humans. “Well, Jungkook, think of this as practice,” Dr Choi jokes; “when you get a real woman—”

They all fall silent when you get up from the litter. Your body aches at the movement, muscles flexing and pulling to put it in motion; it’s been so long that you can’t remember the last time you were awake. The memories are foggy, blurry almost.

Dr Choi tries to shake it off and smirks in contempt, his body language openly hostile.

“Don’t give it the satisfaction of seeing you pissing your pants, Kim,” he mutters and grabs a sharp, stainless-steel knife. “These things couldn’t hurt you even if they wanted. I bet it’d just lie there if I tried to cut it open, hm? What do you think, ANGEL? Rusty piece of old trash, your owner probably threw you away—”

But then you grab his neck and squeeze it between your fingers, almost raising him off the floor. The crew stares at you in disbelief.

Dr Choi writhes and tries to fight off your grip, grabbing your forearm, choking and fighting for air, while the others panic. It’s not until the young doctor walks up to you with his hands in the air that you look away from the man wheezing for air.

“Put him down,” he orders, almost as if he truly thought you’d obey, but you only stare at him. “Please…”

With a sigh, you let go of him. Choi falls to the floor on his butt, and he whines, even if that’s the last of his problems. Jungkook rushes to help him up only to face utter rejection.

“Only because you asked nicely,” you say.

“Do you think we could have a little conversation first?” Namjoon awaits your response; it’s odd enough that you’re capable of wilful violence, so he wants to find out if you’re fully rational too. “Do you have a name?”

“Y/N.”

At your prompt answer, Namjoon glances at the rest of his crew and drags two chairs to the centre of the lab room.

“Do you remember your last owner?” he asks again as you take a seat.

For some reason, his closeness makes you tingle. It’s like an alarm, a nice warning to control yourself. Two magnetic pieces pulling each other into their field.

You seem to think twice about your answer this time. “No, I don’t. I don’t have any memories.”

Namjoon writes something down on his note bloc. Meanwhile, the others have scattered around the room, leaving it all to him – out of trust, or so it seems. As you stare at him in silence, you realise he must be a man of honour, one of those humans who want to, uh, make a change or something. An idiot.

“I don’t understand,” you say then with a pitiful voice, “is there anything wrong with me? Why did you keep me here?”

“We found you during an excavation. We have to make sure there’s nothing wrong with you, as you must be a very old model, before we hand you back to the government,” Namjoon explains then with a soft smile.

“And what could possibly be wrong with me?”

He’s smart, you’ve already noticed that. It was a mistake to choke that pig, but the anger got the best of you. Now you regret doing it. However, maybe you can still rid him of any doubt; you’re an ANGEL, and you are here to do good.

“Well, first… You assaulted Choi; ANGELs can’t be violent without their systems instantly shutting down,” Namjoon explains as he reads his notes, and then he crosses his arms. “Why is that, I wonder…? I knew you would be an interesting subject since the second I first saw you.”

“You better shut down that interest; humans shouldn’t meddle with us,” you simply explain.

Namjoon’s eyebrows rise with growing curiosity, but for some reason, he decides not to inquire about it and keeps silent.

Instead, he gets up and herds everyone out, including Dr Choi and his nasty glares. Before he goes, though, he politely requests to bind you back to the litter, and you permit him. It’s not until you’re securely strapped to the surface that Namjoon leaves. The clinking sound coming from the other side of the door lets you know that he has locked it.

You spend the rest of the time staring at the ceiling.

Your mission. You know you have one, the blurry memories tell you so. A seed inside of your chest growing and trying to crawl back to earth through your borrowed body.

ANGEL… You want to know exactly what that means, and why you are one. The word resonates, for some reason. If only you were not here, trapped in some mad scientist’s lab and bound to a litter, you could find the answers to all your questions.

Out of a sudden, the door handle starts to shake on its own, and you realise someone is trying to open it from the outside. Whoever is trying to get in eventually loses all hope and desists, leaving you alone.

Impassive, you look away to stare back at the ceiling above you.

“Go on, try it. One bite, at least.”

You stare at poor Jungkook and his failed attempts to make you eat that monstrosity called ‘pork’. With a sigh of defeat, the young man pulls away the dish and puts it back on the table.

“You said you were hungry, why are you not eating?” one of them complains.

Jungkook turns around. “Maybe it doesn’t like human food?”

“My mom’s ANGEL loves beef.”

“Oh, but we know this one is special,” Dr Choi grunts, walking up to you with the dish in his hand. “Open your mouth and eat it now.”

“No.”

The old man lets out a loud groan and squats in front of you. Not a good idea since his bones and muscles are no longer able to get him back up, but you won’t be the one to warn him of his increasing physical deterioration.

Backing up, he accidentally knocks down the plate, and it falls to the floor, breaking into pieces. “Then what the fuck do you want, damn it!?”

“You.”

Under Choi’s shocked grimace, you sneak between his legs and grab his neck. Your nose presses against the heated skin— you can feel his fear. He’s trembling, completely frozen, eyes out of their sockets. Showing off your teeth, you attempt to bite down on his neck, but something pulls you away from him.

“Stop it,” Namjoon says.

“Y-you—!” The man blurts out, pointing an accusing finger at you. “You eat— you eat humans!”

“It obviously doesn’t, Choi. It’s messing with you,” he mutters.

You’re still between his arms, and that’s when you feel that tingle again; a shiver that pushes you against him. You know perfectly well what you are hungry for because it’s the only thing something like you could ever truly crave.

“How can you be so sure?”

Namjoon looks at you. “Try it, then. You can eat me. I’m giving you full consent, so… have a feast if you want,” he murmurs. You press your lips against his neck. “I know you won’t.”

“You trust me too much,” you then whisper.

Your jaw opens, baring your teeth. They are slightly sharp, Namjoon notices, but not sharp enough to pierce his skin when you finally close them around his neck. The prick is almost satisfying, so you groan as you feel him twitch against you. With your tongue, you moisten his skin and savour his sweat’s light, salty taste under everyone’s watchful gaze.

“But you are right.” You pull away from him and stare down at the mark blossoming on his neck; “I don’t feed on musty human meat.”

Namjoon is gripping the edge of the table when you walk back to your litter.

You spend the rest of the research time answering their questions, putting up with Dr Choi’s stupid antics, and staring at Kim Namjoon. Most days it passes quickly, but today you’ve made him too clumsy, and so he has to excuse himself to the toilet.

“What a show.” You turn your head to the pair of researchers whispering. “I thought he was going to get banged rather than eaten.”

It’s always good when he’s not around – that way you can listen to his crewmates talking openly. Kim Namjoon is an uncommonly good human. While other humans only spout vile words and fantasise about violence, he possesses an aura of strange kindness around him. Maybe that’s what attracts and disgusts you so much at the same time.

The other guy chuckles and writes something down. “Come to think of it, Professor Kim has always had a good hand with ANGELs, hasn’t he? It’s like they instantly like him.”

Maybe you can be each other’s experiment.

Jungkook walks up to you. “How are you feeling? You really don’t wanna eat anything?” You shake your head. “Then, uh… I hope you don’t mind if we check your back – Namjoon-hyung should do it, but he isn’t back yet.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll let you do it,” you say softly, looking up at him.

A smirk appears on your lips when the poor boy blushes furiously and looks down at the floor, avoiding your eyes.

“So, how do you want me?”

“Uh, I— just— y-yeah, like that. Hm, d-don’t arch your back, please—”

The room quietly gets empty as his crewmates leave, eyeing Jungkook with pity; he’s making a big mistake, and he might even pay for it with his life if he makes the wrong move with you. Checking an ANGEL’s broken wings is Namjoon’s responsibility for a reason.

It’s the core of their mystery, these little creatures. Hidden under an easily removable – if the ANGEL is willing – cover plate, it will reveal whether you have been lying about your memory loss or not. If you have a memory code plugged in, they might have to get some answers out of your system. If you are empty, they must find out who threw you away and how they made you capable of wilful violence.

You wait quietly for the young scientist to collect his tools, sitting on your legs, when he turns around to face you.

Since his childhood, Jungkook has always felt a certain fascination for ANGELs; powerful, fallen from the sky to save humanity from a dark, long-forgotten threat, a real, flesh and blood body merges with an ancient technology far beyond Man’s understanding. Not entirely robots, not entirely human either.

And yet they show total obedience – killers just barely under the control of mankind.

“Did you have ANGELs growing up?” you ask him.

As you wait for his response, you close your eyes with the hunch that this is going to hurt quite a lot.

“We had one that my father bought to help in his office,” he answers from behind you. “I was told he got it from a man when his mother died. It used to take care of her in her old age.”

“Did it ever know what it used to be?”

Jungkook frowns, even if you don’t see it, and finishes placing towels all over the surface. “I’m not sure… It never mentioned them after being reset. Your kind doesn’t know anything that’s not in your plug.”

The cold steel of his hook sends a shiver through your body. A wince of pain crosses your face for a second as you begin to feel it dig into the flesh of your back, but the flinch is short-lived. He’s gentle, so you soon feel the cover slowly detaching from the rest of your body.

“And what do I know, I wonder?” you murmur, glancing at him over your shoulder. “I guess we’re about to find out—”

“Jungkook? Where’s everyone?”

The two of you turn around to see Namjoon standing under the doorframe. He’s visibly upset, either because of the young man’s curious insubordination or because he was almost robbed of the opportunity to disassemble you. Whatever the reason, though, he walks up to the table and takes the hook away from Jungkook.

“They all left,” the poor boy explains in panic. “You weren’t coming back, but we still had to…”

Namjoon sighs. “It’s okay. Go have dinner with them, I’ll do it.”

Jungkook bows and says goodbye to his hyung but only sends a fearful look your way before storming off. You can’t help chuckling at his antics.

“What?” you ask when Namjoon arches a questioning eyebrow. “He’s cute. Totally unsullied, unlike most humans.”

Silence returns to the room as he makes sure all the tools he needs are in place and handy. Namjoon checks the computer and the analyser, wiping some dust with his finger. Meanwhile, you have been watching him with an intense gaze – your pupils are etched on the back of his neck.

“Shall we?”

The first cut sends a rush of piercing pain through you. Your arms tremble slightly on the table, faltering for a second before you’re able to get yourself back together.

“Don’t worry, you’ll regenerate,” he explains softly.

It still hurts like hell.

Even if Namjoon doesn’t enjoy hurting you, he can’t deny the growing expectation to see your insides. Your true core, your plug. All the answers to his questions about you are tucked nicely inside of you.

Once he finishes cutting the flesh off your back, he slowly lifts the cover and puts it on a sanitised surface.

The cover of the entry plug welcomes him with a metallic sheen, camouflaging itself with the rest of the hardware. Awed, the scientist strokes it with his thumb, eyes locked on it. It is so incredible how all the strength and life of such powerful beings can be packed into a capsule barely a few inches in size.

Finally, he proceeds to take out the lid.

“It, ugh— it won’t come out!” Namjoon groans, still trying to pull out the plug. Then he stops. “I assume this is a defence mechanism. Without it, I can’t access your OS. Since you don’t have a password I can use, would you please make an exception and let me pull it out?”

Giggling, you turn over on the litter and lie on your back, letting your breasts press against each other on the way. Your permission. Does he really need it? You’re a machine, after all.

“You need to convince me,” you say with a grin and spread your legs.

Namjoon never looks at you.

He never stares at your breasts or peeks between your legs, he never lets himself get lost in the fantasies about your warmth. And, of course, he never, ever touches you when it’s not necessary for the investigation. So, this is the first time the two of you are completely alone, staring quietly at each other, as his hands tremble at the idea of roaming your body.

“That’s harassment.”

You let out a genuinely amused laugh. “True, true. I’d be forcing you so that you can continue with your work, you poor thing.”

“Do I have no other choice?” he murmurs, and you shake your head with feigned pity.

“None at all.” Your plantar presses against his lower belly and moves all the way down to his crotch. “This wicked, deviant creature, which was supposed to be meek and docile, is now requesting your body in exchange.”

Namjoon has always been proud of his indifference towards ANGELs. While throughout the history that humanity has shared with them people have always been driven by their perversion and greed, he has not. No, he just feels pity at the sight of such powerful creatures succumbing to the domination of human incompetence. He just feels curious about the story of these living humanoid beings, god-like organic creatures barely capable of critical thinking but who can learn human behaviour and mimic it.

But this tingling you always feel when Namjoon is next to you, you’re not the only one to suffer from it – every time he sees, smells, feels your presence nearby, it’s like nature getting the best of him.

The tent in his pants grows harder under your ministrations.

His grip on the edge of the litter tightens as your plantar rubs the sensitive tip of his cock through the fabric. When you pick up a faster pace, Namjoon finally succumbs and lets out a gasp, but it quickly turns into stifled whimpers. Why does your skin look so smooth, why does he feel like he has to crawl under it and rest in your core forever?

Instinctively, his hips pull away before your foot makes him wet his pants with precum. You grin again with a yellowish glow in your eyes more beast-like than human.

“I’m so wet,” you confess. “Happens every time you touch me, Kim Namjoon.” He leans over you – what are your intentions? Namjoon can’t come up with whatever would make you want to seduce him; you are strong enough to finish him off. “Don’t you feel it? This… urge.”

Closer and closer, he stares down at your lips. “I’m a… man of science. I don’t believe in— in instincts— humph!”

You cut him off by kissing him hard. Fingers raking through his hair, he feels your strong body pulling him against you, and his walls begin to crumble.

It’s the very real warmth of your skin at first, and then it’s the diligence on your fingertips, on your lips, as you pull him into a kiss. For a second, Namjoon finds himself trapped between your legs, and it feels like he was born to be there.

Suddenly he feels pressure on the top of his head.

“Not so reluctant anymore, I see,” you murmur, a tenor of amusement in your voice. “Aren’t you curious?”

Namjoon kneels in front of you with your legs on his shoulders. You’re dripping wet, he can see that. But he’s so engrossed in the promising view of your pussy that he doesn’t process your question until a few seconds later, when he looks up from in between your legs.

“About what?”

“About me.”

Instead of answering, he simply leaves a soft trail of kisses down your inner thighs, fingers digging into the tender flesh of your butt. Namjoon parts your folds with his pointed tongue, delving in as a groan of pleasure escapes his throat; there’s a sweet taste lingering, a shiver running down his spine when he begins licking and lapping at your cunt.

You throw back your head. “Fuck, that’s it…”

Fingers cupping your ass, Namjoon lifts you and places your crotch right on top of his face, the new pressure deepening the contact even more. His tongue keeps flicking your clit with clumsy, eager laps, wetting your folds with his spit. He’s on his knees now, in an attempt to get in level with your pelvis. You can only let out a half-gasped chuckle as tension coils up in the pit of your stomach.

“For most humans,” you try to say again, eyelids fluttering, “we’re little more than dolls for them to fuck – or beasts meant to fuck them. Or war machines, and servants— all sorts of disposable creatures.”

His tongue laps at your clit with enthusiasm. You writhe on the cold surface and can’t help the smile that appears on your face; having a body feels glorious.

“Oh, fuck— k-keep that going and you’ll— you’ll make me come,” you hiss.

That only makes Namjoon more enthusiastic about making you cum, and he starts sucking on your clit as his fingers find your entrance. He only needs two of them for you to appreciate the stretch. Your back arches on the metal litter, the coiling tension only growing, a mixture of your juices and his saliva spilling down your thighs.

What’s so enigmatic about this man that makes him such a charmer with ANGELs? – he’s got you wrapped around his finger too.

With a groan, the knot in the pit of your stomach snaps, and you dissolve into pleasure as your climax takes over you, making you bristle and your toes curl. Your hand finds his hair, and you pull, hearing him pant for air but still devouring your cunt like a madman.

“Get up,” you order.

Namjoon nods and wobbles as he rises to stand on his feet. Then, with slightly shocked eyes, he watches when you turn around on the litter and crawl up on your knees. A curse escapes his lips, and Namjoon fumbles with his pants, more than ready at seeing your glistening entrance, your juices running down your thighs, your clit swollen and ready.

But then you chuckle. “What are you doing? You may pull out my plug now.”

His cock is rock-hard, leaking precum and begging for some warmth, your warmth, but he knows better; with a hiss, he puts his cock back into his pants and walks up to you, not a single word.

“Good boy.”

You don’t ignore the way Namjoon sneers at you, what’s more, it amuses you. He scoots right behind you and beds to take the small plug between his fingers; his crotch presses against your ass, and you can feel the tempting shape of his hard cock.

“What a waste,” you whine, pressing back. He unwillingly grinds his hips against you. “I really wish I could let you fuck me.”

“I doubt it would happen that way…”

“Why?” For some reason, someone as smart as Kim Namjoon is not annoyed that you keep entertaining him with tricks. Maybe he doesn’t care, maybe he’s too tempted to play along. “Isn’t it supposed to be that way—? I’d bend down on this cold metal table and you’d fuck me senseless till I’m dripping with your seed.”

“You speak very lightly of your ‘lack’ of power,” he murmurs then. The palms of his hands are hot on your hips.

There’s an initial attempt at making you halt your grinding, but Namjoon is incapable of ignoring his cock’s whims. A man of science, he said— all bullshit. He’s practically dry-humping your ass.

“I thought that would turn you on. After all, you humans always fantasise about power.”

A whimper dies down his throat. “N-not all— not me.”

“Poor thing…”

“Please,” he suddenly begs; his eyes are tearing up, you realise when you turn around, “please, I’m— I d-don’t know what’s wrong with me, I’ve never— I’m no better than the others, no better than Jungkook, n-no better than any other disgusting human—”

“After seeing that cock, I assure you, you’d be better than most of them…”

“F-fuck—”

You want to believe you have the upper hand. You want to believe, a bit pathetically, that you have complete control over the situation, over your body, that you will be able to get rid of all this walking rubbish called humankind without getting tired. Your wits are enough. You don’t need to use your strength; one doesn’t hunt vermin – you trick them into traps.

However, the ache between your legs is so overwhelming that you’re starting to lose your mind.

You rush him closer to wrap your legs around his hips. Namjoon breathes heavily through his nose as he feels your thighs and buttocks, and you grin at him.

“It doesn’t make any sense,” you tell him with a breathless chuckle, “none of this makes any sense at all.”

He nods at your words. “I-it doesn’t.”

It’s not until your bodies are lying pressed together, not until there isn’t even an inch of distance between your skins, when your lips are touching and you are breathing the same air as you stop to catch your breath, that the door opens loudly; that’s when Jungkook enters the lab, closing the door with his ass, not seeing you, holding a tray of food in his hands. He’s mindlessly babbling about something you’re not bothered to even listen to.

Namjoon jerks away from you to hurry so that he can fix his pants. For your part, you sit up on the metal surface and sniffle.

“Jungkook, what are you doing here?” he asks, his voice still low with pent-up desire.

“Hyung, I thought—” But the boy stops right in his tracks when he sees you, and the tray trembles between his fingers. “Uh, sorry… You weren’t done yet, so I thought you’d be hungry since— since you didn’t come down to dinner either.”

“Thank you, that was kind…”

The younger scientist walks up to you. “You shouldn’t overwork yourself; can I help you with anything?”

Then the two stare at you, and you shrug, leaving Namjoon with the responsibility to decide. You don’t care whether the boy is here to witness it or not.

“Yeah, sure…”

“Were you about to pull out its plug?”

Namjoon nods slowly, obviously tired. “Hm, yes— I think so,” he says then with begging eyes.

“Yes, he was,” you say.

“How exciting—! Perhaps we are facing the discovery of our lives. Maybe we are facing something that will change history forever, something that will make us legends!”

You tilt your head.

Maybe they’re facing the downfall of humankind.

“You shouldn’t be giving sugar to this boy so late at night,” you mock him, making Jungkook blush in embarrassment. “Don’t worry, excitement” – you look at Namjoon with knowing eyes – “is a very redeeming quality in humans— if they’re not too obnoxious about it.”

“Do you remember a lot of humans?” Namjoon asks as he puts on the rubber gloves.

“I wouldn’t say that I remember any, but I have a vague image of some of them. A feeling, I’d rather call it. A sense of—”

Hatred.

A burning feeling of pure hatred, engendered by a sort of crime, a violation, takes over you. For a second, you see red and picture your hands around the boy’s neck. You know you could break it easily. A strong desire tells you to. A siren, whispering in your ear. Your heart’s very nature, your instinct. In silence, you ponder.

“Do humans never tire of seeking their own ruin?”

It’s barely dawn, and the night has not yet gone. Tangled in thick blankets, Namjoon opens one eye to see the time; it is almost three o’clock. With a tired groan, he hides his head in the quilt and curses his nerves, which have kept him awake all night.

After managing to pull out your plug and discover a black liquid inside, Namjoon and Jungkook could not rule out that you were indeed lying about your memory loss; after all, there was OS fluid in your plug. However, if it had been blue like everyone else’s, he wouldn’t have made himself any questions. Perhaps the memories are blocked after a reset gone wrong.

It’s foolish to follow the ways of common sense with you – after you’ve done nothing but go outside the norm in all respects.

However, there are still two hours left before the computer could possibly be done reading your OS fluid.

Getting impatient is absurd.

But taking a peek can’t hurt, though, right?

With that innocent idea, Namjoon rushes to get out of bed, wrapping himself in a warm sweater, and storms out of his shared bedroom. He arrives at the lab after a few minutes only to find a black liquid leaking under the door.

“What— Y/N!”

Namjoon struggles with the door to no avail – something is blocking it on the other side.

He shouldn’t have left the door unlocked. Someone probably snuck in at night to experiment on you, or to be the first to tamper with your plug, or whatever.

Finally, after pushing for a long time, Namjoon managed to push open the door; the weight holding it back was nothing but a bunch of bodies in white coats, stained black and red. Some of them still have their eyes open and a look of panic on their faces. Dr Choi tops the pile of corpses.

There is no sign of you in the lab.

Namjoon walks up to the computer set and looks for the document with the reading of your OS fluid. However, there is no digital copy of it being examined, only a half-analysed version that probably can’t even be opened, and the plate looks damaged—

Corrupted, it’s all corrupted.

The analyser has managed to read some things, such as an assigned caregiver role, and another with retail knowledge data. It’s all jumbled up in your fluid, almost as if they have been carelessly erased, leaving a trace.

But the rest of it is damaged and unreadable; so much so that it has managed to crash the computer system.

He’s never seen such a thing in all his years working in the field, in all his sleepless nights reading about ANGELs and how dangerous they were, how docile, like domesticated beasts. Jungkook was right when he said you would be the discovery of their lives, but he’s starting to doubt that they’ll even have to work to find out what you are up to. Whether they want it or not, humanity will see it.

The silence suddenly becomes overbearing, and the presence of the dead bodies behind him becomes overwhelming. At least Jungkook isn’t among them.

Namjoon walks out into the dim-lit hallway in search of you.

A trail of blood splattered on the floor and walls leads him down the corridor, a mark of your passage there; he can recognise the size of your feet in the bloody footprints. Why now, though? Why tonight even though they couldn’t read your memories?

Why did you decide to leave now?

He’s breathless when the silhouette of your figure enters his visual range. You’re covered with blood, someone else’s blood, as you walk down the silent hallway. You don’t react to his presence, but you clearly know he is there, behind you, following you. You’re unphased. Maybe there really is nothing human inside you, nor inside him.

“Y/N!”

You turn around. “Yes?”

“Where are you going?” he asks again, getting closer now that you’ve stopped moving.

“Somewhere,” you murmur as you turn around. “I don’t know.”

Namjoon merely watches you vanish into the end of the corridor, engulfed by the darkness. It doesn’t take you long until you find a ladder. After you climb up, you open the trap door and stick your head out. All around you is a vast amber desert and a glowing dawn sky.

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Kitty Gang (Part 4)

Pairing: Agust D x Reader, Baby J x Reader

Genre: Cyber Punk Au, Unrequited love, f2l

Warnings: Swear Words, Blood, Sexual Themes, Drug use

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Note: Hi, I hope you like this part of my first fanfic!

The Party Agust meant was not like I imagined. In my head, he knows some shady people who are living in the streets of Nightlife City. People who are taking drugs to escape reality. People who look twice their age because the city makes them older but suddenly we were in front of a huge apartment complex. A tall building, illuminated by the surrounding buildings. Windows bigger than me, the cars parking in front leading to the conclusion that only the richest people can afford to live in this area. It was another world and it seemed like Agust was a part of it somehow.

„Don't emberres me okay, he is my best customer.“ Agust said. „Woah Yoongi I didn’t know you would sell drugs to people who can actually afford your stuff.“ JK replied. „Shut up kid.“

We went up the elevator. I was too stunned to speak. Part of it was still because of the job but the fact that I was never at a party like that didn’t help either. Sure I was clubbing from time to time but the safety of my room was more my thing. Yoongi had to feel that I was still not fully there so he held me close to him. The other boys were excited and talked endlessly.

„Just stay close to me, some guys don’t know how to behave.“ Yoongi murmured in my ear. I just nodded. The elevator stopped at the penthouse.

We could hear the loud beats and the bass from outside but as soon as Yoongi rang the bell someone shouted: „Put the volume down! Maybe it's the police again!“ But when the man appeared at the door and saw Yoongi his face lit up. „Agust D. Man, never thought you would really come to one of my parties!“ He said. „And you brought people too! Never imagined you had so many friends!“ Yoongi just rolled his eyes at this statement and shook the guy's hand. „Thanks for inviting me.“ „Sure thing D, anything for my favorite dealer.“

And with no time we had the time of our lives. V and Baby J danced in the crowd, already surrounded by beautiful girls and boys. Jin and RM were located in the open kitchen and talked with a drink in their hands, while JK flirted with a girl on the balcony, sharing a joint. Yoongi had still a hand on my back while we walked to a fluffy-looking couch.

As we sat he asked: „how are you feeling?“ „I would feel better with a drink I guess.“ „No problem, let me chill for a sec then I bring you something.“ „Thanks, Agust.“ „Sure.“ He became quiet. After a while, he asked: „Y/N do you want to leave us?“ I was stunned jet again. „Why would you believe that?“ „I didn't want to pry but I saw that you looked for a train ticket out of the city earlier this week, so I thought you wanted to go. Sorry.“ I remembered. When I stayed with him in his bed. I was sure he slept. „No, I just was in my head and missed my hometown.“ I said. „I think you would like it there. It's peaceful and near the sea.“ „Sounds nice, promise to take me with you if you ever go back, okay? Don’t leave me here all alone.“ I grinned. „If you looked closely you already know, I wanted to buy two tickets. Even if I think, you wouldn’t be alone here too.“ He hid his face in my shoulder. He was embarrassed. „Maybe not alone, but I only feel like myself with you.“ He raised his head and searched for my eyes. „You know, I sell so many drugs to people, I took so many myself but nothing hit me like you did.“ My heart stopped a beat and decided to speed up a second later. „Yoongi, I…I think…“ I couldn’t form the right words to say. I wanted to tell him that I love the time we spent together, that I feel safe with him, that I want him with me forever. And maybe my heart already knew what I wanted but my mind was thinking about Jimin. Feelings were the hard stuff. „Don't worry, we talk about it later. I get us a drink. Just wait here.“

And with that he was gone and I had time to look around. The music was loud again and most people danced in the living room. Others were standing on the side and talked or kissed. The lights were dimmed and neon light in purple, pink and blue gave the apartment a dreamy glow. The furniture was white and black and expensive looking but the owner seemed not really interested that a girl was dancing on his marble kitchen counter with her high heels on. The owner sat in a big armchair by a window, he took a little red pill and rested his head on the backrest. Someone shouted: „I'm gonna punch you asshole.“ Agust was still gone. The people here didn't seem old, not like the folks on the streets.

Suddenly Jimin appeared next to me on the couch he looked high. Pupil big and smile even bigger. „Isn’t that an amazing night, dove? So many beautiful things to play with.“ „I guess so.“ I replied quite. I was tired. „Come on! You have to enjoy this part of the city as well if you always focus on the shitty things, you can’t become happy at all.“ „I don't know if I can, we will leave at some point and we have to face the shitty reality again.“ „Wrong, its not the reality that’s bullshit, it's your mindset. If you had money, what would you do? I tell you what I think, you would still sit in your room, your laptop in front of you and you would still hate the city. Maybe your room would be bigger, above the clouds so you can ignore what’s going on outside but that’s all.“ I thought about it, he was probably right but I can’t seem to be like him. What’s wrong with me? „Love, don’t think, just feel for a moment, focus on the music how your heartbeat is reacting to the bass, focus on the sweet smell of all the smoke settling over us.“ He gave me a baby blue pill. „Focus on me.“ He looked me deep in the eyes, they were smiling like his whole appearance. „You are so fucking high.“ I told him with an unimpressed expression. „So what? You could too. We could live in the same reality for one night.“ He shrugged his shoulders. His eyes never stopped watching me. „Fuck it.“ I said and before I could think too much I swallowed the pill. Jimin laughed and I felt my heart beating to the beat of the music for a moment, then I joined Jimin in Wonderland. Everything was so much louder and I wished Yoongi would be here with me. I wanted to see his gummy smile so badly. Jimin was on his feet and dragged me with him on the dance floor. V was still there. He hugged me when he saw me and jelled over the music: „Now you finally a real part of the Kitty Gang!“ He looked proud and I smiled. He spun me around and now Jimin was in front of me. He looked like an angel and a demon at the same time. When he took my hand in his and guided my body to dance against his I felt free.

Yoongi came back to the couch just to find it empty. He panicked. He blamed himself for leaving you alone and he blamed Namjoon and Jin for stopping him coming back faster. He had a million scenarios in his head about what could possibly happen to you but he hoped you were just with someone from the gang. „Fuck!“ He cursed and stepped into the crowd.

In the meantime I danced with Jimin, it was hot in the room and my body was even hotter. I tried to open my eyes but they were sleepy, my mind was wide awake. It was hard to think of something else than Jimin. The room spun upon me, I'm gonna fall, I was sure about that. Fall...fall down the rabbit hole, but Jimin was there to catch me. „Stay with me bunny. The night just begun.“ Es whispered in my ear. „Let's get us out of here.“ „Tell Yoongi that we are going home.“ I „Tch, I help you to forget everything else but me.“ And with these words, he put his lips on mine. It wasn’t how I imagined our first kiss. I thought it would be full of affection and with butterflies in my stomach but he worked fast and his lips were first on my lips but soon he traveled to my ear and then my neck. He bit me playfully. V cheered next to us. His words were just mumbling to me. Jimin stopped abruptly and took my hand. Then he told V: „ If you see Yoongi, tell him I bring Y/N home, she is done.“ V just winked at us.

After a while Yoongi stood on the balcony, cigarette in his mouth and eyes closed, he looked everywhere and asked everyone he knew. The only ones he didn’t find were Jimin and Taehyung. Maybe they took her with them but nobody was answering their phones. He was tired. But the moment he wanted to go back inside, Taehyung stepped into the cool air next to him. „Hey did you see Y/N? I lost her?“ „Yeah, but don’t worry, Jimin brought her home. She was high as fuck.“ He replied. „You tell me I shouldn’t worry when fucking Jimin is with Y/N?“ Yoongi almost yelled. He panicked again. „Chill, they went home.“ „Fine, I’m out. Bye.“ „Hey, let them have some fun.“ But Yoongi was gone. He didn’t care about the people he pushed out of the way, or JK who wanted to smoke with him. He was too far gone. And as he arrived home, Y/N came out of the bathroom, with a lazy grin. She waved at him, happy to see him, but he only saw the red marks on her neck. Was he too late?

Worst decision I decided on ever. I told Agust that Baby J kissed me at the party just a few seconds ago and that he was now waiting in his room. He is waiting, because he wants me, just me. I felt like flying and dancing and all that shit people always talk about in movies. Yoongi didn’t smile at all. I thought he would be happy for me, just a little bit but right now his face was grossed out. Was there something I missed, something I can't remember?

„Y/N can’t you see that he just wants fun for one night, he’s not serious!“ He spoke through gritted teeth. „Maybe that’s okay with me! I can have fun too!“ I shouted. Why did I shout? „We both know that you have feelings for him, but you are stupid and can’t see that he just thinks you are cute and an easy fuck.“ He answered coldly.

I couldn't believe that he said things like that, I thought we were friends. Why was it that hard to accept that someone like Baby J was interested in me. The neon lights of the outside world lighted up the dim apartment. Agust's face looked even more closed off than before. I was angry but decided to ignore him. I pushed him out of my way. Ready to enter Baby J's room. Agust tried to stop me. He put his hand on the handle and blocked the door. „Please Y/N. You just get hurt.“ He looked me in the eyes. „I feel that something is between us and it's from both sides, so please let us explore that feeling some more. Maybe…“ he stopped and shook his head like he couldn’t think straight. „Maybe you and I are made for each other, maybe it's you and me against this fucking city and you are just so focused on Jimin because he gave you a new chance. Please try to listen to your heart.“

At that moment Baby J opened the door and watched between us for a while. Then he smirked and asked: „Yoongi do you wanna join? I wouldn’t mind. But please hurry, I'm getting cold all by myself.“ Yoongi let go of the door and backed off. I looked at him for a second but got going into Baby J's room. As soon as the door went shut, he kissed me. And while he pressed me against his door, I heard the front door went shut. Yoongi left the apartment.

Baby J worked fast and hard. His pillowy lips ghosted along my jaw and my neck. Soft moans escaped me and I could feel his smile against my heated skin. My body started to feel weak and Baby J took the change to take me to the bed.

„Jimin, I'm so happy, I liked you for a while now. I never thought you could feel the same.“ „Of course I like you. We make great partners don’t you think?“ „Partners? Like a couple right?“ „Couple? Love, I like you, I really do…“ he began to stock. I have to admit that I never heard him being loose for words but I also didn’t want him to have to look for the right words now. „Listen Y/N, I see you and I am happy, I wanted to get you out of that little shell of yours since I saw you the first time and I really want to feel you right now but I don’t do relationships. I…I could never stop falling in love with a million random people in a week. Kiss men and women, left and right and it wouldn’t be fair.“ „Why did you kiss me then?“ „Because I wanted to.“ He answered. Shit.

I couldn’t stay any longer. After a second of processing what just happened I left and went into my room. I felt nothing. No grief, no anger, nothing. I screamed into my pillow. I fucked up.

Baby J just sighed and called V. He would never waste a night.

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