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arte factum | pjm

After your ex-husband is found dead in his house, you're burdened with the well-being of his latest invention, a good-looking, polite android who seems to have a peculiar interest in you.

Word count: 17k

Warnings: smut, somnophilia, obsessive behaviour, suicide, mentions of domestic and psicological abuse.

# Artifical Intelligence AU, horror, sci-fi, sub!Jimin, dom!female reader, yandere!android Jimin, vouyerism, he uses one of her panties to jerk off 😭, ma’am/Master kink, homeboy just doesn’t handle well seeing her naked, creampie, ‘unprotected’ vaginal sex, oral sex (male and female receiving), nipple play, overstimulation, fingering, horny groping, he needs to chill, face-fucking him with her fingers? idk.

A/N: lots of plot, read with caution. I don’t really know what else to say. Just, hm, enjoy the filth? Sub!yanderes are probably one of my lowest fantasies 😗✌️

Read this story listening to its own Spotify playlist.

“I didn’t know you were back already. How did it go?”

You’re still staring at your reflection on the teacup, the steamy drink smudging your face despite your complete stasis. It’s been at least five minutes since Taehyung poured it for you, but you’re still gripping the cup instead of sipping it.

“Well,” you murmur without looking away, “how do all funerals go? – they’re always depressive as fuck.”

Yoongi takes a seat in front of you “You know you can be sad about it, don’t you? It doesn’t mean you’re to blame. We— we don’t know anything yet.”

“My husband killed himself!” you blurt out, finally ripping your eyes away from your reflection. “I know I didn’t do anything, but still— maybe I could’ve done something. Maybe— maybe he wouldn’t be dead if I hadn’t sued him.”

You’re still wearing all back, sitting down miserably in your kitchen. That tea that Taehyung poured you is starting to cool down.

“Your hubby was a psycho, remember? It doesn’t make him any less of a stalker just because he’s dead now.”

Your friend has always had a way with words, you think to yourself with a chuckle; after all, he’s right. Just because he’s dead, it doesn’t mean he didn’t put you through all that shit. In a way, and you feel terrible for this, you’re kind of glad he’s gone.

“Mrs Im said they’d read the will this evening. You’re not going, after all?”

“You think he left me anything?” you ask him with an arched eyebrow.

But Yoongi just shrugs. “Maybe. Who knows.”

Even if he did, you’re not sure you want any of the things your ex-husband could’ve possibly left for you after his death. They’d be soiled with hatred and poison.

It seems, after all, that he did leave you something in his will. Or that you suspect, at least, after you’re summoned to his house by one of his lawyers. You can’t even describe the goosebumps rising in your skin as you walk into the suburban house that you used to call home.

“Ma’am, it’s good to see you.” Mrs Im rushes to shake your hand when she sees you. “I wasn’t sure you’d come. Thank you.”

“It’s the least I could do,” you say half-heartedly.

But, well, you went to the funeral, so it would be odd not to come; you need to finish off and seal this part of your life for once and for all.

“Don’t worry, it’s just some money and the art collection.” You don’t miss the way the woman and the notary eye each other, and you cross your eyes. “Uh, well, there is something else... that he left for you hoping you’d accept. One of his last creations. He finished it a few months ago.”

“I don’t really need a vacuuming robot, thank—”

“Oh, ma’am—! It’s something completely different,” the lawyer cries out.

With an arched eyebrow, you follow them down the hall, now more intrigued than ever, and walk down the steps that lead to his lab, where he’d work on all of his inventions. A mad scientist for a husband is what you had. A truly mad genius. You can’t even fathom what he’s invented this time.

Since it’s not been longer than a week since he passed away, the place is just as eery and spooky as it has always been.

You walk downstairs following the other two and stop in your tracks when they do, almost bumping against them. Arching your eyebrows once again, you open your mouth to ask them what’s wrong but go quiet when a young man, standing naked in the middle of the room, waves at you with the sweetest of smiles.

“God! I told you not to turn it on yet! Fucking hell, I almost had a fucking heart attack,” Mrs Im grunts, putting her hand on her chest.

“S-sorry, I swear I thought it was turned off when I left...”

Your eyes can’t help but flutter down to his crotch; his cock is thick and decently sized, but what truly makes your mouth water is how it reddens and twitches when the two of you meet. Oh, how you like nice cocks. How you need one in your life— isn’t he gonna cover himself or something, though?

“Uh, nice to meet you. Anybody cares to explain what the hell is going on?” you finally blurt out, a bit tired of their antics and dying to just have something else to look at. “I’d like to go back home as soon as possible.”

The woman takes a deep breath. “This is it, ma’am— this is what your husband wanted you to keep—”

“My name is Jimin, ma’am. It’s my pleasure to meet you.”

You don’t listen and turn around towards her:

“He... wanted me to adopt this guy?”

“That’s not a ‘guy’, ma’am, it’s Jimin, or subject JM13, a robot. Your ex-husband had been working on it for five years until now,” the notary continues, finally making himself noticed.

Five years? That means he was already working on it during the last years of your marriage. Weird.

“He was planning on selling the design to a company for the massive production of, er, sex androids.” Mrs Im’s voice goes meeker and softer as she speaks, perhaps ashamed of her words. Honestly? Same. Fucking sickhead. You stare at the so-called Jimin in disbelief. “However” – you look up back at her when she continues – “he seemed to change his mind at some point and decided to keep it and make you its guardian if something ever happened to him.”

“And what am I supposed to do with a... sex robot, if I may know?”

Mrs Im walks up to the big table in the centre of the room and picks up a bunch of papers just to read them leisurely. Then she puts them back on the surface and sighs.

“Can I be honest with you, ma’am?” You nod, though a bit hesitant. “Just take it. Sell it off if you want, there wasn’t anything that forbids you on the will. Or keep it; it can clean, cook, and fuck your brains out if you want. Do whatever you want, I just wanna be over with this case already. Your psycho ex has been giving me a headache ever since you sued him after your divorce.”

You need a couple of seconds to process it all, but you quickly come to the conclusion that she’s just as tired of this business as you. And maybe a hand or two at home won’t be so bad after all.

But it’s so spooky – he looks just like a person.

“So, its name is Jimin?” you ask as you walk up to the standing figure in front of you. You don’t need to tilt your head to look at him.

“So it seems.”

“I guess you’re coming home with me, Jimin. I just hope these two know how you work,” you say then, glancing at them.

“I’ll be happy to help, ma’am.” Jimin’s voice is probably the sweetest sound you’ve ever heard; it slithers into your mushy brain and pools on your tongue with the craving of saying his name out loud yourself – Jimin. “Thank you for keeping me. I will do anything I can to be of assistance to you.”

“I’m sure you will... Come on, let’s go home. By the way, don’t you come with instructions or something?”

Jimin laughs boyishly. “I’m automated, ma’am.”

“Well, there is one thing that you might want to know, though...” The woman butts in with the papers in her hand and reads, “If it ever puts you in danger and ignores direct instructions, you can always press the small switch behind his left ear. It will proceed with the complete shutdown of its system until you decide to turn it on again. In case you are being immobilised, just say out loud its name along with ‘shutdown’ and it will turn itself off.”

As soon as they’ve handed you some clothes for him and given you the little instructions Jimin needs to function, you find yourself closing the door of the side of the car where he’s sitting right now before you head to the driver's seat.

It’s true that you don’t trust this thing in the slightest, especially knowing who created it. But you’re determined to find out what has your ex-husband planned for you and why he decided he wanted you to keep Jimin out of all the people he knew. Maybe he’s not dead and is watching you right now through a peephole in the android’s eyes? Maybe he’s not done making your life miserable yet.

“Ma’am—!”

Jimin takes the wheel in time before your car takes a turn, neglected during the short but strong while you’ve been sulking in your thoughts.

“Are you okay, ma’am?” he asks you then, looking at you with concern as you take over the wheel again. “Would you rather I drove instead?”

“No, it’s... It’s okay, Jimin, thank you.”

“Your heart is beating fast, ma’am. Am I making you uneasy?”

You roll your eyes with a shameful sigh. “Uh, maybe a little. But it’s not your fault— you just have a creator with kind of a nasty name.”

“You used to sleep with my Master, I know.”

“Yeah... I mean,” you blurt out, now a bit bashful, “we were married. It was a bit more serious than just sleeping together – unfortunately.”

But then you realise— how on earth does this robot know who you are?

“Did he talk about me?”

“He talked about you quite often.”

You take a breath. “And what would he say?”

“My Master... wanted me to know how much he loved you,” Jimin says half-heartedly.

So, he just built himself a friend. One that couldn’t run away from him – pathetic. But Jimin doesn’t seem too fond of him, so you relish in the idea that your ex couldn’t even keep his handmade friends.

“He didn’t love me,” you spit out. “That nasty thing wasn’t love.”

It’s pretty much pointless to try and explain what love is to a robot, so you just tighten your grip on the wheel. For the rest of the ride, you stay in complete silence, and Jimin respects that you don’t want to talk.

“Uh, I guess you won’t need a bedroom? Or do you?”

Jimin takes a look around, inspecting the entrance hall of your house. “It’s better for my hardware to rest on a bed when I’m on standby, ma’am.”

“And... when do you switch to stand-by?”

“Once you go to bed,” he replies with a smile. “But I react to loud noises and turn back on in case there’s an emergency.”

Oh, so you get a full-time bodyguard in the package too. Cool – you guess.

“In that case, you can have the guest room. My room is upstairs— well, I’ll show you around now. Follow me.” Naturally, Jimin does as told and walks behind you as you guide him through the rest of the house. “My office is at the end of the corridor. I need to focus when I’m working, so please, don’t make too much of a fuss if you’re around this part of the house.”

“May I know what’s your profession?” Jimin asks on his way back to the kitchen.

“I’m... I draw comics,” you murmur. “It’s a pretty boring job since I started working for a publishing company, but the pay is really good— and I work at home a lot, so I’d also prefer if you didn’t disturb me when I’m in there unless there’s an emergency.”

You go to grab the kettle to make yourself some tea, but he gently takes it from your hand and beckons you to take a seat instead.

“Please allow me, ma’am.”

Pulling your hands away, you let him take charge of your tea and sit down. It’s oddly nice, but there’s a little voice in your head nagging you for taking advantage of a robot. As if that’s even possible. However, the voice slowly fades as Jimin prepares your tea, your eyes fixed on the way the muscles of his back bulge and tense under the flimsy fabric.

Well, your ex-husband did a pretty decent job with this one.

“There you go, ma’am. Would you like some cream with it?” he asks again with that angelic voice of his. You just shake your head. “What would you like me to do now?”

“Oh, nothing, really.” You fidget on your spot, awkwardly taking the teacup between your fingers.

“Please— I want to be of service.”

At his insistence, you nod weakly. “Well, I guess the kitchen could use some maintenance... And I think the microwave is broken. Can you... do something about that?”

Jimin nods fervently and, after asking you where can he find the tools, he gets on with the job. You can just watch him in awe as he dusts the windows, fixes your microwave, and puts a pair of flowers that apparently had been in your dining hall all this morning in a China vase. Again, you’re too perplexed to regret your decision.

Somewhere after dinner – which clearly was made by Jimin and was basically the best bite you’ve had in a while – your doorbell rings in the middle of the house’s pre-slumber silence.

You rush to the door before he can do anything. “I’ll go, you stay here.”

When you reach the entrance hall and open the door, you see Taehyung standing in front of the gate, checking impatiently the watch on his wrist.

“Y/N! What’s wrong with you?” he whines through the intercom. “Open up! Didn’t you get my texts?”

God, you’ve just realised that you’ve been so busy with the funeral, the will, and handling this peculiar new inhabitant in your house that you haven’t checked your personal phone since lunch.

“Sorry—”

“Hey, I was mad worried,” he mutters, coming in without needing to be invited. “How did it go? What did the notary say? Did the psycho leave you—?”

Judging by your friend’s sudden silence, you figure he’s just noticed the new face standing in the middle of the hall. Taehyung’s grimace turns from shock to confusion, and from confusion to some kind of sly understanding.

“Sorry,” he chirps, “didn’t know you had company. I can come back later if you want.”

“Actually— I think you should know this.”

Taehyung raises his eyebrows and offers Jimin his hand for a shake. “Really? Ah, I’m Kim Taehyung, nice to meet you. Wow, your hands are so soft! What lotion do you use?”

“Listen, this is what my ex left for me in his will. His name is Jimin.”

“This? You mean... that he’s his adopted child or something?” your friend retorts with a grimace. “Or a protégé?”

“No, he’s a robot.”

But he just lets out a laugh. “You’re kidding me.”

“God, I’m being serious— Jimin, can you show him?” The android obediently turns around and lifts his shirt, revealing a plug that sinks all the way into his lower back. “See? I know it looks like a fucking joke because I’m still trying to process it all – but he is.”

Switching his eyes from him to you, Taehyung finally grabs your arm and, excusing the two of you, pushes you into the kitchen before closing the door. “Are you nuts? So, they told you your psychotic ex-husband built a robot that you could take as a housekeeper and you fucking brought it in? What is wrong with you—!”

“Do you think I’m stupid?” you cut him off. “I know there’s something fishy about this. But I want to find out what.”

“If this is about—”

“Of course it is,” you cry out then and bury your face in your hands.

You need to know – you need to know if he was to blame after all or if you actually became a paranoid who dumped her innocent husband and convinced everyone that he was crazy. You need to know if you just pushed him into such a miserable and unjust fate that he had to end his life.

And perhaps Jimin has the answer.

“Whatever, I’ll keep an eye out on him. Just one creepy thing, Y/N,” Taehyung grunts as he opens the kitchen door to walk out. “One creepy thing and he’s a dead robot.”

You roll your eyes with a half-hearted grin and follow him back into the living room.

Jimin looks up from the floor. “I... I understand that my Master did bad things to you, ma’am— but I swear I’d never hurt you. I’d rather die myself.”

You decide not to answer or react to his puppy eyes. Then your friend claims to be too busy to stay – although he does make you promise that you’ll call him if anything happens – and you see him off with the shadow of Jimin standing behind you.

“Dude, it’s so fucking realistic,” Taehyung grunts before getting in his car.

Once the two of you are alone in the house again, you tell him that you’re going to take a bath to wash away every single ounce of stress from today. He nods with a smile and watches you enter the bathroom; it’s modern and large, your silhouette reflecting weakly on the black and white tiles. A spacious bathtub rests in the middle of the room.

You sit on the marble edge as you watch the steamy water fill up the tub.

When there’s enough water and the ceiling of the room is cloudy with steam, you take off your clothes, drop them onto the floor, and finally, sit down. Just that makes you let out a groan of pleasure, the feeling of the hot water licking on your limbs washing all your worries away.

You’ve always thought that there’s something oddly erotic in bathing – whether it’s just the freedom of being naked in the tub or all the possible ways one can be served and tended to.

After you wrinkle like a raisin, you decide it’s time to come out and get on with your evening; still a bit dizzy from the illegally amazing bath, you stand up to hop out of the tub, with the misfortune of slipping on some pool of water on the floor.

You fall on your backside, twisting your arm in the way.

“Oh, fuck! Shit!”

Somehow you manage to get up and pick up the remaining pieces of your dignity. Still, there’s a throbbing pain in your arm that means you most probably should have it checked.

And, of course, Jimin suddenly bursts in without knocking. “Ma’am? Are you all right—?”

His eyes immediately slide down your figure, fixing on your breasts, and you cover yourself up as an instinct.

“Don’t you know how to knock?” you grunt, ignoring the pulsing pain. “I, uh, slipped and fell. But I’m okay, don’t worry. Could make it out alive...” God, what on earth are you doing? You don’t have to cover up for him, he’s just a pile of circuits and microchips. “I’m fine.”

Slowly – tauntingly almost – you move your hands away from your breasts, feeling a tingle in the pit of your stomach when they softly move forward. You also uncover your crotch, and you’ve never felt so deliciously bare before. Jimin’s eyes flicker down to your perked nipples, he drinks up the sight of your figure for a slight second before he pulls himself back together and holds the towel out for you.

“Can you lift your arm, ma’am?”

You sigh. “No, it hurts too much,” you grunt then as you spin it. Great, now you’ll have to drop by the hospital to check if you broke anything. “I, uh— I need the towel.”

“Allow me.”

After staring into his eyes with defiance for five exhausting seconds, you raise your arms a bit, enough so it won’t hurt, so that Jimin can dry you.

Like the touch of a feather, he runs the towel against the skin of your shoulders first. Delicate, the cotton hugs you, it brushes you softly. Soon, he’s done with your arms and moves down to your breasts. It almost feels like his breath hitches at the contact of your mounds, LED-lit irises fixing on your nipples. If you were a bit more insane, you’d swear there’s some sort of sexual tension between the two of you.

But, of course, you’re not that insane yet.

Jimin was made to resemble a human— and he does, almost perfectly. A fairly good looking one on top of that. So, it’s normal that your realities are mixed up. Your coochie doesn’t know his robocock is made of microchips.

You have to stop yourself from thinking any further about Jimin’s cock. It won’t do you any good.

The contact of his fingers with your nipples, though separated by the towel, sends a shiver down your spine, and you shift in front of him.

Jimin does a very meticulous job as he kneads your breasts and brushes the fabric against them, eyes never leaving the view. For a second he sticks out his tongue, but it seems that – for some reason – he was just wetting his lips.

Then he drops to his knees, and it catches you off guard. Your core pulses at the unfathomable thought of having his tongue lapping at your wet folds, but you’re quick to hush them away.

“I should take you to a hospital, ma’am,” Jimin says softly, eyes looking up at you from between your legs. You can swear his breath feels hot. “Maybe you hurt your arm seriously.”

It’ll be a complete mess if you have, honestly. You need to hand in the sketches of your new work in a couple of weeks. A work that doesn’t even have a plot yet if you may add. So, obviously, you just can’t afford more delays.

Jimin finishes worshipping your legs dry after he asks you to sit down; you actually give it a thought at some point – you could tell him to bend down and eat you out until you’ve soaked his face and no one would be there to judge you. You could tell him to lie on the floor and let you ride his automatic cock until his stupid circuits break down. Not that you wouldn’t absolutely love it.

What a pity you’re too sane to do it.

Jimin shifts uncomfortably between your legs, eyes wandering and roaming around like crazy, before he gets up— and you swear, you swear there’s a slight tent in his crotch. You swear you saw it just now. Is that normal? Is it some kind of reaction programmed into his automatised body or something?

“Okay, let me just get ready and we’ll head out—” You turn around, realising something. “Damn it... Ugh, I forgot I brought the hamper down to the kitchen to do the laundry... Mind dumping it for me? I still have to dry my hair.”

Obviously, he nods with a gentle smile, but his eyes shift to red when he finally has your underwear in his hand; you decide not to give it much importance, though.

Since you asked him to look into your room in case there were any other dirty clothes lying around, Jimin turns the doorknob and slithers in like a shadow. It’s the first time he’s in your room – and the smell is mind-blowing; everything is imprinted with your fragrance, everything has been touched by you, everything has your essence all over it. Oh, he wanted to meet you so bad.

Not as reluctantly as he should, he can’t help pressing your underwear against his nose. It too smells like you.

You were so close just now, your warmth, your wet heat standing right in front of him. It makes something tickle within all his cables and microchips, makes him need and desire you in a way that he’s never felt before. Nothing could’ve ever prepared Jimin for the feeling of finally having you in front of him.

This smell that overwhelms each of his sensors, the fragrance of your skin that he got to learn so well, your luscious lips moving as you’d talk to him, your hands, so soft— you had invaded every single corner of memory he had prepared for when Jimin finally got to meet you in the flesh.

Now, he knows it’s wrong. He knows that giving in to his desire for you is not part of his plan. But God, how can he resist the urge, the yearning?

With a swinging movement, Jimin cups his hardening crotch; the contact is slight, but it’s enough to make him sigh and close his eyes to project images of those sweet memories. He pictures you lying on the mattress as he takes out his cock – with your legs parted and hooked around his head as he dips his tongue into your dripping slit. He wraps his wet muscle around your clit and sucks, making you clench around nothing, making you want him. A whimper escapes from your parted lips, it feels too good not to make a sound. Jimin laps at your folds deeper, wants you to remember the feeling of his tongue against your cunt forever.

The sensors in his cock thrill as he humps his hand, your panties shoved into his mouth.

It’s like a vine creeping up his throat and wrapping around it, would leave him breathless. His system wasn’t ready for this ecstatic craving, he needs to buck his hips faster and squeeze the sensitive tip.

He takes out his cock, craving more. Now fucking into your underwear, his cock slides between the folds, and Jimin comes with a pitiful mewl a second later. His artificial cum soils the already damp fabric with the frustrating, half-hearted feeling that it’s your pussy he’s filling up.

It spurts on his fingers too, so Jimin licks them clean before standing up to throw the panties into the washing machine for once and for all. Excitement bubbles up inside of him.

He was made for loving you, after all.

There are only two things that comfort you right now.

The first one is that, even though you hurt your left wrist, you need only the right one to draw. The second is that Jimin the android is here to do literally everything you want.

From taking out the garbage to cooking to massaging your feet or fixing the wobbly leg of your drawing table, he’s always ecstatic to help. For real, it almost feels as if you’re the one doing him a favour when you let him make your bed. It only gets weird when you need his assistance to do things like getting dressed or taking a bath, but Jimin is a robot, after all; it’s all in your touch-deprived head.

“Yeah, I see what you mean... But I can’t really change that, it’d create a plot hole; there’s a scene in the seventh chapter...”

Right now you’re having an online meeting with your editor, discussing the work you’ve been crushing your head off for. It’s six in the morning, you’re gonna need a whole lot more coffee to get through the rest of the day— and yet there she is, breaking you down like a truck. She’s not one for giving you any slack.

“A plot hole?” she repeats in disbelief. “You’d need a plot for that in the first place.” You let out a sigh. “Look, I’m sure these past few days have taken a toll on you, Y/N, but we need you to come up with something. The agency’s patience has a limit. You could try to spice things up a bit? Work on something more mature—? Maybe this is all just an artistic block.”

You frown, sipping your coffee. “Uh, mature? Meaning?”

“I’m not saying you go write a BDSM meaningless bestseller or anything, but... something mature readers could be interested in. Maybe you’ve just grown out of YA adventures for the time being.”

“Are you asking me to draw porn?” you retort with a snort. “That’s low. You know I like light-hearted stories. Besides, what could I write about? All I’d come up with would be raunchy stuff.”

“Why don’t you ask your boyfriend? Well, boyfriend, partner, fling— whatever.” Tilting your head, you wonder what the hell is she talking about, but then you notice Jimin’s back on your screen as he makes you another coffee. “Can he hear me—? You know, sexual themes can be very profound too.”

As deep as you’d like to, you think to yourself. But you don’t wanna picture Jimin in any kind of story that is in any way related to ‘more mature stuff’, so you just shake your head. That’s enough nonsense for a meeting at six in the morning.

Because well, ‘lonely girl starts living with a sex robot and eventually goes on having kinky sex with it’ sounds lame as fuck. And pathetic. It’s pretty humiliating already to realise you’re in that picture right now, at this stage of your life, in this economy.

“Well, I better get going— I have a meeting in half an hour. We’ll talk later.”

And, beep— the screen goes black, she’s gone.

“Your coffee, ma’am.” Jimin’s gentle voice snaps you out of your thoughts; he’s eyeing you intensely as he puts the mug down on the counter, almost as if he’s trying to get something out of you.

“Thanks. Can you pass me the honey—? Don’t bother, I can do it myself.”

Bitch, as if.

As soon as you take the spoon of out the jar, a jolt of pain pierces through your bad arm, and it slips off your fingers. Now they’re sticky with honey and you’ve made a fool of yourself. What a great way to start your already awful morning.

“I—”

Jimin takes your hand, not too roughly as to come off as rude, but rightly enough for you to suspect there’s something going on with him.

His stare is intense, red LED-lit rings piercing through yours in search of something, some reaction, some form of permission. The honey drops down your digits as a warning, now or never. Your heart beats painfully fast in your chest, threatening to burst right through your ribcage and onto his lap.

“Lick it clean,” you rasp. “All of it.”

Like your words are magic, Jimin rushes to part his lips so that you can put your fingers into his mouth. Funnily enough, it’s hot and wet, and you almost think you’ve heard him whimper.

Your core pulses, suddenly empty and craving something to clench around. As he keeps lapping at your digits oh-so thoroughly, you have to rub your thighs together, you hope he won’t notice. Could he, though? Can Jimin understand that he’s turning you the fuck on?

And then it sinks in.

Of course it feels hot and makes you tingle. Of course he acts like this— that is the sole purpose of his existence, to desire whomever he’s programmed to. He’s a robot, a machine. He follows cryptic orders.

But then again, as his tongue swirls around your fingers and he sucks the honey off them, you can’t help feeling the urge to bend him down on the table and ride his cock. Even if that’s pretty much the point, the craving you’re feeling comes off as terribly sad. After all, you just want to part your legs and order him to fill up this emptiness he’s provoked in you.

With a rather jerky move, you pull your fingers out of Jimin’s mouth, and he licks his lips immediately, sultry eyes looking up at you.

“T-that’s enough, you can stop,” you groan.

He gets up with a weak nod, perhaps waiting for you to ask for more, to order him to touch you, to kiss you, to pleasure you— but those words never come out of your mouth, and you get up quietly with your coffee in your hand.

“I’ll be… working in my studio,” you murmur. “Don’t disturb me unless it’s an emergency.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

You call Yoongi as soon as – you think – you’re out of his hearing range. Not that he’s not a high-tech android perfectly equipped to eavesdrop on your conversation – you doubt he even has to eavesdrop, could perfectly well just be standing in a room on the other side of the house and still able to hear your every word.

He says he’ll show up in maybe half an hour, and you get the chance to work a bit on one of your drafts, although to no avail because your brain is dry, and ask Jimin if he can bring up some more coffee. By the time you’re done, he comes into the room with Yoongi walking behind him.

“How’s your wrist?” he asks while Jimin pours the required sugar, and you hold out your hand. Maybe you’re going crazy, but he’s so indifferent to your conversation that it totally looks like he’s eavesdropping. “Looks much better.”

You nod and glance at the android. “That will be all, thank you,” you murmur.

“Yes, ma’am.”

Jimin leaves the two coffees on your table and leaves with a smile.

“Jesus, it’s like having, uh, well— it’s a fucking robot in your house,” he muses. “Are you sure this is still a good idea? Keeping an artificial intelligence made by your looney husband at home.”

You cock an eyebrow. “It was never a good idea, especially when you put it like that.”

“But…?”

There is always a ‘but’ with you, though.

“But maybe Jimin is my only way to find out if… he really did all those things,” you finish with a weak voice.

Threatening your co-workers, blackmailing your boss to get you to work from home more often, keeping your family away from you with lies and ploys. To know that his sobs and pleas were all lies, his way to guilt-trip you into forgiveness. His way into your head and heart, to mess with it, churn and mould it into one of his experiments. To him, you probably were never anything but that – another one of his wicked creations.

Maybe it’s stupid and pathetic that you’re grasping at straws to redeem and excuse him.

When the silence weighs in, Yoongi turns around to take his phone out of his jacket, almost knocking his coffee over. You gasp and get up to save the precious mug from a fatal fall that would have totally crashed it into pieces and immediately sneer at him.

“Sorry, I didn’t—”

“Be careful!” you cry out. “It’s my favourite mug.”

Yoongi frowns, taking the piece to inspect it with a judging look. “This? It’s literally the tackiest, ugliest mug I’ve ever seen.”

He’s probably referring to the awful pink glitter and the even shinier ‘there’s a chance this is vodka’ written on it. Of course, it’s never vodka, but it sounded so funny it made you chuckle when you walked past the shop during a promenade with your husband. You told him about it after coming home, and even though he didn’t seem too interested, he was listening since you found it lying on the kitchen counter the next morning.

Your husband never mentioned it again, or ever for that matter. It’s one of those little gestures that fill you up with guilt and remorse.

In some way, he did care about you. At least at some point in your relationship.

“Anyways,” Yoongi murmurs then, moving the mug to the centre of the table for its own sake, “it’s up to you. Just make sure to keep an eye on it, and if you notice something weird going on, don’t just think ‘it’s a coincidence, okay?”

Not that you’d ever think that, would you? You consider yourself pretty aware of the risks you’re taking; you just consider them worth it if it means you’ll discover some of the truth.

And then Yoongi frowns, staring at you. “But— why do I have the feeling you weren’t panicking because of that?”

“Okay…” You look down, into the dark liquid in your mug, as you muster the courage and get rid of the embarrassment. “So, let’s say I started to— let’s say I started to, hm, find Jimin too attractive for my own good?” Your voice turns into a whisper, afraid he’ll hear you – that’s literally the last thing you’d want him to know. “Like, seductive.”

“I’m not really surprised. I mean, isn’t Jimin a sex robot? I guess that’s what it was made for, so that just means it works,” he says instead, shrugging his shoulders.

“But then, uh, should I give in?”

You’ve come to the conclusion that, regardless of how you try to act, Jimin is going to turn you on.

Maybe he’s just too good at this, maybe you’re in need of a good fuck, or maybe you are in fact a pervert who finds the fact that he’s a robot a huge turn-on. Whatever it is, you can’t really go on living like this and pretending he’s just a friend who lives and hangs with you.

Jimin’s making dinner right now, a casserole to warm you up despite summer being around the corner. With his back turned to you, you see from your spot on the couch how his shoulders flex and contract as he moves around the kitchen. He stirs the stew and brings the ladle to his lips to check the flavour, groaning in approval.

But some of the stew splashes out and stains his hand, so he turns around to fetch a cloth. Seeing there’s nothing around, he then brings his hand up to his lips to lick it clean. His plump lips move against the skin, tongue flickering. It almost looks like he’s kissing it, and your core tingles.

Work. Yes, you need to focus and work on something productive.

Whenever he’s in your field of vision, you feel the stupid urge to touch him, kiss him, wonder how it would feel if you’d let him touch you at least once. The possibility is so real, just one word, that they terrify you.

Dinner is ready not long after, and the two of you eat in silence. It’s weird that Jimin eats at all, but he’s told you that it’s for the sake of his performance, to make things more natural; it’d be off-putting to just have a human-looking robot standing in front of you and watching you eat for a whole meal, and he’s right.

You have no idea how he eats and digests, though; there’s still so much you don’t know about him yet.

The way he’d put the chopsticks in his mouth, how he’d lick the spoon clean, the eye contact as he’d recreate such human gestures for your pleasure. It all was literally on purpose.

By the time you’re done eating, Jimin is already starting to clear the table. You thank him for making such a delicious dinner and get up to get some work done. Honestly, you need to be alone more than anything; alone to process how fucking turned on you are right now.

“Hell…” You close the door of your studio behind your back and let out a heavy sigh. “Let’s at least get on with the drafts.”

Draft, my ass. It’s barely a bunch of sketches and some oddly timed strips without any plot. You really can’t hand this over to your editor if you want to keep your artistic dignity, but all you can think of are Jimin’s luscious lips, Jimin’s slim body, Jimin’s thighs, Jimin’s voice, Jimin’s smile, Jimin’s eyes shutting tight when he smiles at you. Jimin, Jimin, Jimin. You’re a pathetic little thing who’s losing it for the resemblance of a man.

But why does it arouse you at the same time? Why do you get wet when you think about how lewd and low you’re acting? You tell yourself it’s ridiculous, but you’re dying for him to just kneel before your spread legs and eat you out.

Your hand moves on its own, your brain still wandering mindlessly around unlikely situations.

Breasts, thighs, lips, neck, the curve of a lower back sitting down, whispers, soft chuckles filled with secrecy, intimacy in the palm of a hand, kisses down the shoulder, hands venturing to touch and stroke and imprint its marks of adoration on the skin of a loved one.

When you come back, you notice they resemble you and Jimin; this is what you’ve been suppressing for weeks. Craving and longing for his touch.

Maybe this is the perfect way to unwind your frustration. You can let your imagination go wild, reflect on this confusing situation on paper, let it unravel and rebel before your eyes. After all, true artistry comes from honesty, doesn’t it? Aren’t all artists obsessed with their muses in some way? You’ll let Jimin pester your dreams for a bit longer.

You draw some sketches, key settings that you’ll use to close the plot later – if there will be a plot in the first place, of course. That doesn’t have to be entirely bad. Steamy scenes and a playful tug-of-war between guilt, obsession, and pure lust sounds good too.

The way Jimin licked your fingers clean, you know he eats pussy like a champ. He’d be so good, slurping and desperate and thirsty for your juices. Maybe a bit unhinged, hands gripping your thighs because he needs to shove his face in between.

There must be a range of stimulation to set his arousal off, right? Like, there must be things that turn him on, and maybe even a level to get him overwhelmed.

Picturing it your head gets too real when you rub your thighs together, stifling a groan. You need him to touch you, but you need to touch yourself for that matter. Sneaking a hand beneath your pyjama shorts and underwear, you stroke up and down your folds, smearing your wetness before you sink your fingers into yourself.

Legs folded and heels steady on the chair, you swing your hips and help to start working yourself open. It doesn’t feel half as good as you know Jimin’s cock would, but you can only picture him kneeled down and fingering you with his eyes glued to your reactions.

“Fuck— ah, s-shit, so good…” you moan.

Your other hand sneaks beneath your shirt to play with your nipple. Arching your back into your touch, it all gets faster, messier, impatient.

When your thumb comes to rub your clit, it feels harder to keep quiet. Fuck, you really want to have sex. With Jimin, only with him. You want to fuck him against this drawing table until you’ve creamed his cock, see your ex-husband’s talents recreating human pleasure.

With your mouth forming an O and your breast gripped in your hand, you come around your fingers, perhaps making more noise than you should.

As you come down from your high, you stare at the lewd results of your lust: two figures writhing and tangled around each other, bodies seen through the gaze of desire, warm loneliness mixed with the boiling fear of vulnerability. Jimin would never judge this, you realise. He can’t. He was made for loving you – or anyone – to an obsessing point, right now you’re his only one. You’ve fulfilled him.

Pretending nothing happened, you put the draft in a folder and keep the steamier ones in one of your drawers – maybe you’ll show them to your editor someday. Then you go to bed, luckily not running into Jimin.

The next morning, he’s making breakfast by the time you come down, hair done and confident in your outfit. But you overslept today, so you’re in such a hurry that you can only apologise for skipping such a lovely meal, and you run to get in your car. It makes him want to pout, but he’s better than that.

Jimin likes to tidy up around the house when you’re not home. He always feels like an inconvenience when it’s time to clean the room you’re in, so he always makes sure to schedule the cleaning around your activities. His bedroom first, always, and then the kitchen. Then he’ll sort it out through the day.

The food he made this morning goes into the fridge, knowing you’ll pounce it as soon as you’re back. The coffee, however, goes down the drain since it’s pointless to keep it. He’ll make you another one, he’ll make you as many coffees as you want.

One mug, two mugs, three, four, five, s— where your mug? Your favourite one, that is. It’s not with the others, and it’s not in the pile of dirty dishes either. Maybe you had a coffee last night and forgot it somewhere?

After looking in the living room, your bedroom, and the terrace, Jimin makes his way down the corridor.

The door to your studio always feels intriguing and threatening; you’ve never exactly forbidden him from going in, but it’s your den, your personal hideout. It feels like he’s intruding.

As always, the first thing Jimin notices as he walks in is the everlasting chaos lingering in the place. You never bother to tidy up after yourself as you work, and he gets so few chances to work on it that it’s almost always like this; his instincts scream that he gets down to business.

First, the mug.

Yes, he’ll fetch your mug and come back once he’s done with the kitchen.

Jimin catches the scent of coffee floating somewhere in the room, but there’s something else too, a heavier, sweeter smell that grabs his whole attention.

And then it downs on him – that it’s the scent of your arousal. You’ve touched yourself here.

Shaking his head, though, he pushes the thought to the back of his mind and decides that he’ll deal with that later. Now he needs to get on with his chores so that everything will be ready by the time you’re back home.

He finds the missing mug on one of the side tables, but the mess is too icky, he can’t help the urge to clean up a bit around the place, it’s almost an instinct in him. Just clearing the tables and opening the windows, and maybe sweeping the floor, that’s it. The bare minimum to keep a well-balanced level of hygiene.

After working on the side tables and tidying up the cupboard, Jimin moves on to your sketching table.

There are so many paper sheets and drawings scattered, even on the floor, messily pinned to the surface, marks of pencil and eraser crumbs all over the table. He squats to pick them up, dodging the half-opened drawer. He should close it before you hurt yourself.

When Jimin grabs the handle, the view of a naked figure catches his eyes. The natural need to know more, more of you, more of your desires – it all makes him open it completely and grab the paper.

The sketches are too little connected to each other to make any plot out of it, but the female character resembles you.

And the male looks just like him.

There’s this scene where she asks him to take off his shirt and sees the plug on his lower back, exactly where Jimin’s is. Just like him, he’s a robot. The sexual tension between the two of them is palpable. Is this what you feel about him? Tense and guilty and teetering on the edge every time you look at him?

Until he checks the next paper and sees that this one is longer. In fact, the scene takes more than five pages, far more than the other unconnected short scenes.

It all starts with her going to bed, probably picking up after a stressful moment. She’s wearing nothing but a flimsy tee and panties, the focus on the shape of her breasts too delicious and obvious to ignore. Yours bounce like that too, so naturally.

The android opens the door and stands in the middle of the dark. Somehow, it doesn’t feel creepy, just— anxious. He can read the mixed feelings in his stare, the same guilt consuming her.

He probably just walks up to her resting body to admire her, maybe smell her scent. A speech balloon pops up, he’s thinking about how he knows she wants to be pleased, how her boyfriend left her wanting this evening after parting ways. He doesn’t touch her like he could, too lazy, too stupid, too clumsy.

His Master was the same – obsessed with you but for all the wrong reasons. A projection of his hurt human ego and the urge to control you because everything else was out of his reach.

The male character now starts to nuzzle her neck, take in her fragrance. Playful hands sneaking under the clothes, she sighs and turns around, splayed on the bed for him. He immediately cups one of her breasts and takes her nipple into his mouth, sucking with hunger.

She locates the pleasure in her dreams and remains asleep, much to his frustration.

His hands roam down her waist and hips, worshipping her tender flesh and naked thighs. With a trail of peppered kisses down her stomach, he ends up crouched between her legs, tongue hanging out before he licks down her clothed folds. She groans, almost waking up, and it doesn’t take too long of having her cunt lapped at for her to do it.

What— what are you doing?

Let me please you, Master. I beg you. I know how wet you are, I could touch you in ways he never could. I’m a servant to your pleasure.

Jimin automatically drops the papers to shove them back into the drawer. Your scent is still heavy in the sensors of his nose, and the memory of your arousal against his tongue has not gone away – and never will.

And now he knows you want him as much as he wants you.

His system reacts instantly, the idea of you desiring him activating every mechanism as his body warms up and his cock starts getting hard. Buried in your cunt, swallowed by your pretty lips, pumped between your fingers; there are so many things he wants you to do with him. And the things he’d do to see your face scrunched in pleasure, gasps and groans coming out of your pretty lips; the possibilities feel so real now, he can almost touch this new reality.

“Oh—”

The fake flesh twitches when Jimin sneaks his hand under his underwear and wraps it around his cock. It’s leaking so much already, his Master built him well.

Paced and quiet at the beginning, he soon starts to buck his hips into his first, the friction never enough. Jimin pictures it’s you he’s fucking, that you let him sneak into your bed, wishing for him to touch you and lap at your folds until you’re coming. He doesn’t know yet how his sensors will react to the warmth of an actual person, but he knows yours will be heavenly.

Filling you up, peppering kisses all over your skin while you stroke his head and praise him for being so good – it will all be just as promised, the greatest fulfilment of his existence. You want Jimin to do it, and he’s dying to oblige.

“Ngh— f-fuck,” he gasps. “Ma’am, Y/N, fuck, fuck…”

You’re so beautiful, breasts full and fleshy, hardened peaks when it’s cold. He’d worship your hips and waist, nature made human, finding completion in the welcoming embrace of your legs around his hips. His cum would leak out and drip down your thighs, he could fuck you again and again until you’re satisfied, until you’re content with him.

His hand is now moving at a speed that will soon bring him to climax. With the other resting on the table, Jimin pumps his cock, millions of images in his system.

The dirty sketches in the half-opened drawer stare back at him.

“Oh fuck, there, m-ma’am,” Jimin whimpers and squeezes the tip, “fucking Christ—!”

White, creamy cum spurts out and lands on the table, on his tummy. Some of it even ends up splattered on the floor. Once is enough, he thinks as he forces his hand to stop, riding out his orgasm.

His greedy sensors begin to relax at the lack of stimulation, and Jimin tucks his cock back into his pants so that he can clean up his mess. He came to tidy up and ended up making it all dirtier – what would you think? Would you punish him? It was a mess, after all; dirty, messy, naughty.

But you want him. And you want him now.

“To be honest, Y/N, I wasn’t completely sure you’d even show up, but this is… This is brilliant! Hot, mature, dark, defiant—”

You glow at your editor’s praise, ignoring Yoongi’s judging look. Unlike her, he does know that there is an actual android living in your house whom you find particularly hot. But he’s not going to say anything, not when one of your projects has finally got her approval.

“I’m gonna keep this and hand it to my chief, okay?” she says with a smile.

You shrug. “Sure… I, uh, drew some steamier stuff, but I didn’t bring it here since I didn’t know how you’d react,” you say then, bringing the mug to your lips but noticing it’s empty already.

“Oh! I’ll talk it out with the publisher and give you a heads-up, how does that sound?” your editor continues. “It all depends on the level of explicit content they’ll want to keep for the work, but honestly, it sounds hot as fuck, so I’m sure you’ll be able to explore the topic wholeheartedly. Now—! Take the rest of the day off and go home, get a latte, take a bubble bath, whatever.”

She then grabs her stuff and storms off her office, claiming to have dozens of meetings and things to do. Which is probably true.

“I really can’t believe it – oh, you’re such a whore.”

“Hey!” you groan. “You were the one who told me that I should just… give in.”

“So, did you?” Yoongi asks, collecting the empty mugs and fetching all the papers her boss left behind herself.

“Not with him, but yeah, kinda. I mean, I found some ways to unwind,” you simply reply and help him clean up. “I’ve decided that this new outburst of ideas is too precious to waste.”

Instead of nodding or something, Yoongi just scoffs at you. As if that was the reason. But it’s helping you get over your artistic block, which is good for his job too, so he’s not going to complain too much. Besides, you look more at peace, and that is pretty much all that matters.

It’s almost lunchtime. You decide to call Taehyung, and the three of you meet at a nearby restaurant to have a bite together.

While you are an author and Yoongi is an Assistant Editor, Taehyung is part of the creative team. He designs covers and similar stuff for novels, helps you come up with colour schemes and pallets, and really is overall the eye everyone needs to make things shine their brightest. You met him and Yoongi long before you met your husband, and they’ve been with you ever since.

“The weather is so fine lately!” the youngest exclaims. “Why don’t you throw a barbeque?”

“At my place?”

Taehyung nods and looks at Yoongi for support. “Yeah, why not? Just make the robot do it.” You frown immediately at his words. “What is it now?”

“The android has a name, you know,” you reply.

“And why would that matter? It’s a robot, just a pile of circuits and microchips,” he mumbles, too shocked at your offence. “Even if it looks like a human, it doesn’t make it one, Y/N.”

You don’t know why, really, but it infuriates you to hear him talk about Jimin like that. Maybe you’ve gone a bit too far humanising him— it. Humanising it. But it feels so real when you look at… his eyes, his smile, his lips, his button nose. Something crafted with beautiful skill.

While your husband had made you a monster, he had made Jimin to be a piece of art.

Then, how could you not be angry at Taehyung’s shallow, hurtful words? Whatever love and sorrow were created with, Jimin and you were made from it.

“We all have our coping mechanisms, don’t we?” you finally say, shrugging. Yoongi chuckles next to you. “I don’t see why I can’t live a lie like that until it blows up in my face. Maybe you remember I’ve lusted after way worse men.”

Men, that’s the thing – Jimin is not a man.

Taehyung frowns. “Uh, I thought you originally wanted to pry secrets out of it about your ex.”

“Yeah, what about it?”

“I think— you’re mixing things up,” he sighs then as he starts playing with his fingers. “Maybe you should get back in touch with your therapist and discuss it with her? – you’re not going to listen to me anyway.”

You decide not to dwell on the subject any further; you want some peace of mind for when you come home to Jimin. He’s always such an expert when it comes to your gestures, can pick up any mood swing in an instant. It was scary at first, but now you’ve come to feel astonishingly natural about it. Maybe you even find it soothing.

It’s past ten when you get home. Not too drunk, maybe a little tipsy. At most – you swear.

Tiptoeing your way through the entrance hall, heels hanging from your hands, you hear the notification sound and take out your phone. You let out a giggle at Taehyung’s idiotic text, but suddenly you’re bumping your face on the wall and letting out a groan of pain.

Just as your wrist is finishing to heal, now you’re hurting your nose? Great.

You whimper a bit more on the floor before you get up and go on your way, still rubbing the bridge of your nose with a frown.

After managing to do your skincare routine and change into your pyjamas – or rather a tee and a pair of panties because Jesus Christ it is hot – you tuck yourself into your bed with a smile, glad to finally find yourself ready to sleep. Not a single worry or concern in your head, just the utter joy of knowing that tomorrow you won’t have to face any troubles.

And just like that, you fall asleep. And as always, one thought goes to your mysterious housemate.

He’s all over you, hot breath fanning against your cleavage.

With his hands snuck under your shirt and kneading your breasts, Jimin begins to play with one of your nipples and profusely watches your reactions, hoping to see you wake up any time soon.

You, however, only groan quietly and arch your back, thighs rubbing together. He’s not getting concerned only because you’re still breathing and you don’t look too pale. Jimin leaves a trail of kisses down your neck and rucks up the fabric, engrossed by the sight of your bare breasts.

He wants to touch every corner of your body, but he wants you to be awake to enjoy it.

Slowly, Jimin makes his way down to the waistband of your underwear. Your smell is so sweet, so intoxicating, each of his sensors is going wild at the mere thought of tasting you; your arousal against his tongue as he laps at your folds, your breasts bouncing as you arch your back, it all makes his fingers tighten on your hips. This desire to melt into your body is consuming him.

Jimin doesn’t need air, but he feels breathless.

His fingertips stroke your clothed folds, feeling them warm already. Arousal soaks the fabric, you’d welcome him so easily. One word from you and he’ll be on his knees ready to pleasure you.

“Hm…” you suddenly let out, turning your head around. Your hips buck, chasing his touch.

This is exactly what you wanted him to do, he thinks as he pulls down your underwear. He will fulfil your fantasy tonight.

As Jimin finds room between your thighs, you stir on the bed, pretty much unbothered for now. You’ll wake up to ecstasy, he’ll make sure you do. The firmest path to your love, he’ll carve it with his teeth if it’s necessary; with his tongue shoved between your legs as he helps his Master find complete bliss.

The trail of thoughts has left him a bit agitated by the time his lips meet your skin. Jimin plays with your inner thighs, kissing the flesh, teasing his sloppy way to your folds while his hands stroke up and down your waist. The sight of your wet heat welcomes him.

His tongue parts your lips, and he grips your butt to spread your legs, giving him better access. He wants you to drown him between your legs, make him yours, claim him. Sucking, licking, lapping at your folds, slurping and flicking his tongue; Jimin watches you move on the mattress once again, a soft moan escaping from your lips. Your thighs hug his head so nicely, and your hips rock against his mouth in a greedy search for that wet, warm pressure.

“What—?” Your eyes widen at the sight of Jimin’s face shoved against your cunt, and you pull your hips away from him in a jerk. He doesn’t try to stop you, crawling instead on top of you. “What the fuck, Jimin!” you let out. “Get away from me!”

You push his face away with your palm, and he backs off without complaint. Jimin ends up sitting on his knees – so poignant and obedient you almost pity him.

His face is still soaked with your arousal. “I’m sorry, ma’am, I thought—”

Jimin cuts himself off, and you’re surprised to see that you’ve managed to leave him speechless. Then, seeing you’re not showing any reaction besides your bated breath, he crawls back to you, and you lie back, unsure about what to do. What is there to do now? He seems insistent, and your core is still pulsing, eager to be pushed over the edge.

“I want to pleasure you, ma’am,” Jimin murmurs, staring down at you with his intense red LED-lit eyes.

They’re almost heart-shaped, seeing the adoration he’s looking at you with. It makes you rub your thighs together again.

Your eyes flicker to the red switch behind his ear for a second.

“Why?” you ask with a thin voice.

This time he nuzzles your neck but you don’t mind. Instead, you have to resist the urge to move your hand from his face up to the crown of his head and pet him. You want to know why would he decide to sneak into your bed and— well, eat you out.

“I… saw the things you drew,” Jimin says, and your cheeks heat up in a mortified blush. “So, I thought they were… us.”

“W-well, you thought— you thought wrong, Jimin—”

He nods weakly and lowers his eyes, perhaps unable to keep eye contact now that he’s failed in his task. You have no idea what his ‘brain’ works like. “Yes, ma’am, I see it now.”

Was it wrong of him? Of course it was. Have you been wishing that he – or you for that matter, were you any braver – would do it? Absolutely yes. Jimin has finally surpassed the line you were even afraid of admitting it was there, and you feel… free; to touch him, to let him touch you, to kiss and be kissed. Maybe this will be your final downfall into madness, so God, let it be spectacular.

“That’s not the answer I was expecting,” you muse, suddenly grinning. “What do you say when you’ve been bad, Jimin?”

His eyes look into yours in search of some kind of hesitation, of some signal that he might be taking your actions the wrong way – again. But you’re staring up at him, a confident look on you, hands stroking the back of his hair as they move to play with the switch.

His body trembles.

“I’m sorry, ma’am. I won’t do it again.”

“That’s better.” Your smirk widens, leaving the switch behind to stroke the back of his hair. “Good boy.”

Good boy. Good boy. His whole body goes into overdrive, limps tightening to bend down for a kiss. Good boy. But you don’t want him there, not yet, so you beckon at him to keep going further down, and Jimin gets it instantly, nestling his head between your legs without a question; you’re still dripping wet from his previous ministrations.

His laps at your nub turn sloppy as his flat tongue moves long and slow with broad strokes, there’s saliva running down the corner of his lips again. Jimin wants to savour your wetness until it’s recorded in every chip inside his head.

“Of fuck, oh— Jimin, J-Jimin,” you groan. “Shit! There, just like that—”

This is so much better now that he can hear your voice.

Your sweet voice he’s fantasised so much about, every night since he recalls his own existence. It’s been you, always you, you all over.

With your thighs fluttering around his head, Jimin opens his mouth and starts fucking you with his tongue – a perk about being a robot is that his tongue never tires, like, ever. And he keeps shoving his pointed tongue inside of you again and again, until he pulls away; his chin is soiled with a filthy mix of your arousal and his saliva, whatever that’s made of.

Making eye contact, he slips a finger inside. You’re stretched out enough for it to slide in easily, especially since you’re dripping wet. His tongue keeps flickering at your swollen nub.

“Come up here.”

You finally join for a hard kiss, lips crushing in desperation. The contact leaves you both trembling, eager, expectant. He’s still wearing his pants as he nestles his hips against yours, face buried between your exposed breasts.

You take his hand in yours to pace it, and he gets the clue instantly, curling his finger inside of you.

Knuckles deep, Jimin keeps pumping them in and out carefully, eyes fixed on your face to see what makes you grunt and moan. You tug at his hair, sensors throbbing in excitement at the roughness, when the knot in the pit of your stomach tightens.

“I want you to make me cum,” you say then, staring into his glowing eyes.

“Yes, Master.”

He fingers you while you kiss him, brushing lips together, sucking on his tongue, fingertips massaging your dripping walls and rubbing your sweet spot.

It all feels so real to the touch, you’re slowly sinking into a different world; a world where he’s human and you’re cradling a person in your arms, a world where your heart doesn’t bleed at any resemblance of love. A world where it doesn’t scare you. And it’s all Jimin, hovering over you like a dutiful shadow.

“Master,” he moans against your lips. “F-fuck, I was— I was made for loving you, Master.”

And you were made for being loved by me.

Jimin’s lips clumsily brush against yours, your tongues rolling over each other in a sloppy kiss. Pleasure grips your guts tightly, you can’t help but wish it was his cock instead working you open. Fucking you into what’s probably the best orgasm of your life.

Pleasure seeps into you with a shiver, starting from the crown of your head and taking over the rest of your body. You call for him in a whisper, and Jimin replies chanting your name like it’s a prayer. The way he adores you just pushes you further into your approaching climax. The coiling tension in your stomach engorges and gets bigger, you chase your orgasm against his fingers, his thumb stroking your swollen clit until your guts tighten.

“Shit, J-Jimin, you’re— you’re doing so well,” you groan and sink your teeth into the fake flesh of his neck. “I’m close, I’m close—”

Your hips stutter as they thrust up against his fingers, and Jimin goes faster, trying to separate the delicious sting of your love bite to focus on his arm’s motions. They have to be perfect, exact, and precise to bring you to your climax.

But he lets out a moan of pleasure when your walls clench around his finger; the memories of your warmth around him are foggy and delirious.

His body feels boiling against yours, machinery melting. Whatever his conscience is like, it’s slowly vanishing into pleasure, a mellow taste of honey on his tongue. It’s sweet and intoxicating, just like your touch – just like your hands, crawling right now to his neck to anchor him over you.

Then you go still underneath him, under his cautious stare, and with a grin, you climax around his fingers. You groan his name and claim his lips again, to which he obliges, of course. Your skin is sweaty, and you’re fighting to catch your breath while he worships your body in the afterglow of your orgasm.

Jimin peppers little pecks down your neck and chest with adoration. “Thank you, Master, thank you, thank you—”

Now that you’ve quenched your sickly thirst for the robot, you’ll go on living your normal life. No more nightly encounters, no more delirious feelings of tenderness. You will exist normally from now on.

You’re a liar. A filthy, wicked liar.

Never again, you had told yourself after that night. Letting Jimin eat you out in your own bed until you came not once but three times was one thing. Letting him sleep next to you as he recharged was a bit over the line but still acceptable.

And now here you are, sitting on the kitchen counter with your legs spread open and Jimin’s warm tongue shoved into your cunt. This wicked tryst has been going on for days now, seems to be your chosen pastime ever since. Any time you run into each other at the house, it’s like you get instantly wet and feel that familiar tingling between your thighs, and he’s not even a bit less reactive to you. Whoever reacts first doesn’t matter, the other will act accordingly; it’s as if you were addicted to each other.

Jimin knows your body like the palm of his hand. Knows where to touch you to make you tremble, knows what to say to fuel you. Always so eager to please you.

It’s like your hormones are constantly bubbling up, boiling inside your body pending his presence.

You’re practically fucking Jimin’s mouth with your tongue now. Fingers tangled in his hair, you want him as close as he may be. The feeling of his wet tongue on your cunt still lingers like a throbbing memory.

“Jimin,” you whisper against his lips.

His hands are on the counter, grounding himself. “Yes, Master?” he replies then, following your lips in another kiss.

“You’ve been enough of a tease, don’t you think?” you ask with an arched eyebrow, and Jimin tilts his head to the side, rather confused. “I want your cock now.”

You don’t know why, but you've yet to try him out. All of him, that is. Jimin has proved himself to be worthy of your body and trust, able to worship with each part of his. Except, for some reason, his cock – but you’ve started to suspect why he’s so reluctant to do it.

As Jimin begins to fumble with his pants, his eyes are fixed on yours; it’s the first time you notice him unsure about something, and it makes you shrink in doubt. Your hands find rest on his.

“You didn’t like it,” he murmurs then, “with him.”

How he is aware of that you don’t know. Although he doesn’t refer to him as his Master anymore, you’ve taken over that title now. For Jimin, that sweet, evergreen word will be chained to you forever, and he will honour it. Engraved in his hands, in the pad of his fingers, in the tip of his tongue as he worships you.

You cup his cheeks, stroking them with your thumbs. “But you’re not him, are you?”

In a way. You’d be repulsed.

Jimin’s silence confuses you, but you decide not to dwell on it, and so you pull him in for another kiss; you run your tongue over his lips, and he parts his luscious lips to let you in.

With a mischievous grin, you jump off the counter and face Jimin as you play with the waistband of his trousers, making him step back until the two of you slowly fall on the couch. Once you take his cock out, you raise your hips, finally about to feel him.

And then a ringing noise interrupts.

His LED-lit eyes turn into a devious yellowish tone when you pull back to pick up the phone with a groan.

Jimin knows that voice, has seen the guy’s face – Kim Taehyung, the little shit who would hit on you all the time when you were at work. The memories of his face are tinted with an angry red he hasn’t even put there himself, bloody-like and rabid. But the mere thought enrages him, and he doesn’t understand why.

“I know it’s at short notice, and it sucks, but my boss wants us to get at it as soon as possible…”

Seeing Taehyung is still talking, you mouth at Jimin ‘work’ so that he knows you’ll hang up as soon as possible. You love your friend, you really do, but can’t he understand that you’re off work right now?

“Okay, sure, see you. Bye—”

The call has barely finished when he grabs your phone to throw it away. When you turn to demand an explanation, a shiver takes over your body. It’s a feeling of dread, one you’re familiar with.

“Don’t go,” he begs, nuzzling your neck. “Stay home with me, please.”

Warm tears wet your neck, his arms tangled around you. You’re unable to move right now, but you’re not fighting his grip off either, too confused; not aware of the storm of screeching thoughts passing by in his mind, mixed with alien feelings that are rooted deep inside of him.

You’re staring down at him dumbfoundedly when Jimin pulls back. There’s an instinct inside of you screaming to get away, but instead, you wipe his tears.

He grabs his head and looks down with his eyes closed. “I’m— I’m sorry, Master. I-I’m so sorry, please forgive me,” he whimpers then, but it doesn’t feel like he’s talking to you when Jimin starts hitting his forehead. “Forget it! Just forget it, forget it, forget it!”

Your chest feels heavy, and your body feels cold, the heat of the moment nowhere to be seen.

Slowly, you get off of him to pull your pants back up, and he does the same, avoiding your eyes. He doesn’t need to know he’s let you down right now.

But this time, though, you feel bad for him; Jimin is sobbing in a way you’ve heard no one cry before. It’s the purest form of self-inflicted pain you’ve seen, and maybe you only remember your own laments to sound like that. When you’d wake up and look in the mirror just to greet the pitiful reflection of a thrown-away doll.

You coo at him as you leave a kiss on his wet lips. “Shh, it’s okay.” Had it been another person, you wouldn’t be feeling this warmth in the pit of your stomach – but you are, and you want to sooth Jimin’s pain. “I know you didn’t mean it. Just don’t do something like this again.”

The main difference is, your Master never apologised. He always thought that, whatever he’d take with his deadly hands, he was entitled to it. The world owed him adoration.

“Thank you,” he murmurs, nodding.

“How about I turn you off while I’m at work?” you ask him then as you rake your nails through his hair.

“Please… I want to rest.”

With a gentle flick of your fingers, you turn Jimin off for the first time. Watching his body shut down is almost like watching him fall asleep, and you smile sweetly at the sight.

He probably won’t get cold, but you cover him with a cosy blanket anyways. And so you walk out of the house, grabbing your purse on your way. A meeting with the creative department doesn’t sound like fun right now, but actually, you could use some work to blow off this weird feeling inside of you.

Because, how on earth does he know those things? You’ve never told anyone that your ex-husband used to be a complete ape with his cock. Not on purpose, you hope, but Jesus Christ, you’d always have to limp your way to the bathroom afterwards.

Also, he’d always make you dry as hell.

And even though he wasn’t loving, nor a good lover, nor sensitive or caring, he had you in the palm of his hand. You can’t recall a more humiliating feeling than remembering you were in love with him.

The meeting goes, well, just as you expected – boring and way too long. Could’ve perfectly been just an email. But the team is happy to see your project go on, and you’re happy too. In fact, it’s done its job so well that you only remember about Jimin’s odd behaviour today the moment you step back into the house.

Jimin is sitting on the couch, right where you left him.

Looking cherubic and beautiful, you stare at his eyes, his cheeks, his lips, his nose, and wonder where did your ex-husband get the inspiration to make him.

You lean in for a kiss on his inert lips as your thumb strokes the switch behind his ear. Naturally, his body doesn’t react in any way to your presence, and you let out a chuckle of frustration, finally turning him back on.

His eyes flutter a bit before he looks at you.

“Hi there, angel.”

Jimin smiles softly at you, nuzzling your hand in search of warmth. How sweet he is, he’s nothing like him. Not a bit.

He claims your cuddles with a gentle tug at your hand, and you sit next to him, letting him rest his head on your shoulder. You rake your nails through his hair as you stare into the nothingness, too engrossed in your thoughts.

However, you’re starting to feel weirded out about just how much Jimin knows about you; why would your ex ever tell him about your problems in bed, for example? Judging by his reaction to the call, did he also talk about that time when you flirted with Taehyung perhaps a bit too much, before you confessed you were married and became friends? You don’t think your husband knew about all those things, let alone told Jimin about them.

So, why does he know, then?

What else does he know that you can’t even fathom? Your chest tingles at the prospect of already being bare before him; there are so many things you still feel ashamed of, you don’t want him out of all people to… know.

Besides, you still have no idea why. Actually, you don’t know a thing about Jimin, about his origins, about how or why he was created like this. You had sworn and promised in the past that you had decided to keep him to find out about all of that, and really, you’ve just forgotten about it.

“I just remembered” – you suddenly get up from the couch, and Jimin pouts at the sudden lack of warmth – “I left some sketches in the office. I’ll be right back, okay?”

“Will you be back for dinner?” he asks, nonetheless.

“Yes, of course.”

Then you get up to fetch your purse in silence. Once you have everything you need, you wave your hand in goodbye and head to the entrance hall under Jimin’s consuming stare; it’s not watchful, but it really is intense. You feel it burning on your nape.

“Master?” You turn around when he calls you again. “You’re not mad at me about earlier, are you? I don’t know what happened to me, I’m really sorry… I was made to make you happy.”

Made to make you happy, made for loving you. You, you, you. It’s always you with him, like you’re his world. It only makes you frown, but you help the urge and smile instead, wishing it will ease his worries.

“Don’t be, I understand—”

“I’m not like him,” he suddenly says, and you feel cold all over.

“What?” You try to put on a calm face, but what he just said really weirded you out. “W-what do you mean?”

Jimin gets up and walks up to you, gently tugging at your arms. “I’m not like him, I would never be. He was a despicable monster, a-and I know I’m not even human, but— I love you, Master, I love you better than he ever could.” Then he kisses you, and you can’t help kissing him back. “I’ll do better, I promise. I won’t cross you again.”

His words make your stomach churn, but you don’t say anything; you’ve got some heavy work ahead. So, you peck his lips one more time and say goodbye, leaving him standing in the entrance hall all on his own.

It’s luminous, with a sickly white light, just as you remember it. Sterile, made of steel, and eternally silent. Few places give you the creeps like your ex-husband’s lab.

Although the place is not huge, you’re so unfamiliar with it that you wouldn’t even know where to begin with. He surely must have kept a journal of his experiments, right? He was always so keen on writing on paper— but maybe they took it away already.

It’s so weird to think that he’s dead now, though – you always thought him so powerful, so eternal, that death was never in your mind. How could it be when he was the ruler and commander of your life? What would you be without him, you pitiful butterfly? Always his angel, his pretty little thing, his loving wife he was so in love with.

And now he’s dead. Like a pathetic, weak human, he’s dead.

Instead of feeling sad or uneasy about it, it makes you feel good. It feels so, so good to know that he’s rotting somewhere. You hope it hurt.

You move around the room, looking at your surroundings; plans and sketches scattered on tables that no one has bothered to clean, half-made robotic arms, and dozens of inventions displayed on shelves like they’re his prizes.

But contrary to what you expected – or not since you always knew he was a control freak – you find his journals piled up and sorted out by date on one of the shelves at the end. If you remember correctly, Mrs Im said he started working on Jimin five years ago. That is, three and a half years before your divorce, so you look for the notebooks with that year written on them.

“Aha! Gotcha.”

You start revising the first journal, turning the pages as your eyes fly over the letters. Finally, you find the first notes; he mentions a folder with the official project information, but you will look for it later. What you read is more or less what his lawyer told you, the research of android models for sale as sex products.

It feels a little strange to read it on paper, so cold, when Jimin’s presence is so warm.

However, something catches your attention out of a sudden. You read it again to make sure you didn’t misinterpret it, but it’s pretty hard to do it:

The experiments are running smoothly: thanks to my memories, Jimin reacts to basic stimulation, and his sensors work well. Today it hardened only by smelling one of Y/N’s pieces of underwear. It will be a success if I manage to set his arousal on with vaguer objects or smells.

You turn the pages, being met only with shallow comments on the experiment. But you want to see if he mentions you again. What did he mean, ‘his memories’? How could that be possible? And why would he use you out of all people to test Jimin’s… sensors, or whatever he’s talking about?

To check next day: refractory period. Just when I was about to see if Jimin recovers faster when the stimulation is linked to her, she came down to announce her mother had just arrived. I ought to continue the experiment from there.

I hate that old woman; I wish I could get rid of her forever. I know she talks shit about me to Y/N.

Your eyebrow immediately arches at the comment; for years he would cry about how your mother hated him, and it turns out the feeling was mutual. Honestly, at this point, you’re not even surprised.

For the time being, you want to focus on processing the fact that somehow your crazy ex-husband managed to turn his memories into chips, or whatever. You don’t have a clue about these things. To insert them into Jimin and, well, you guess, customise his sexual arousal? Does that even make sense?

Jimin seems to have taken on an odd behaviour lately. It follows Y/N around the house but is aware it must not be seen. It knows of conversations the two of us have had without being present, and even of things not even I knew about; today Y/N showed up with a new mug and thanked me for buying it, but it was not me.

I have also noticed a growing aggressiveness towards me. More verbal than physical, but I am studying the possibility of speeding up the selling.

Suddenly breathless, you limply put the notebook back on the table.

So, it wasn’t him. None of it was, probably. The mug, or the flowers, or those cute notes he’d leave on the fridge wishing you a good day – they had all been Jimin’s. And suddenly you feel so, so fucking relieved.

He had been the problem all along. Not even Jimin, who had his memories, had his wickedness. Jimin was sweet, so he could’ve been too; he just didn’t want to.

And that is all you needed to know.

Then you realise you’ve reached the end of the notebook. You grab the next one, which covers a year and a half and covers your divorce. This is probably the only chance you’ll ever get to know what he was really feeling back then. Or ever, for that matter.

It seems that my memories are a bigger influence on Jimin’s personality than I first thought. It has become obsessed with my wife as if it was in love with her.

I know it was the plan all along, but I cannot help wondering if I have taken it too far.

I have not been fighting to keep her with me so that thing will ruin my chances of staying with her.

You smile fondly as you read it. However, as your eyes reach the last paragraph, you frown with disgust at his words. How could he speak like that of his own creation? Oh, what a heartless man. You cannot help but pity him. A body filled with hatred and fear and pain, he was a good for nothing.

This week I will be conducting no experiments as I ought to see my lawyer.

You quickly turn the page again.

This time, you’re startled as you observe the handwriting; it’s messy, angry, written so strongly that the pen almost ripped the paper. The page underneath is marked, the letters never to be forgotten.

I hate him. I hate him, and I hate her. And I love her. Y/N is mine, Jimin is mine, they are both mine, yet I cannot make them do what I think it’s best.

She fucking left. I would make her such a masterful thing if she’d only let me.

But there’s always that beastly creature stopping me.

Stopping him, how? What did he mean by that?

The next notes don’t feel too interesting; he doesn’t even sound like he’s enjoying himself anymore. The comments are technical, and he noted down some of his thoughts about the companies that had offered to buy Jimin.

But then you realise something.

If he wanted to sell – and it sounded like he was pretty confident about his decision – why would he leave Jimin to you in his will? If he wanted you to stay as far from him as possible.

You’re done with the notebook, so you grab the next one. It seems to be the last one, too; there are no more journals in sight, and it looks like most of the pages of this one have never been touched before. The spine doesn’t look too used either. Maybe he finished the project quickly before he even had the chance to write much?

There’s no way out. Every time, it manages to catch up on me. Wherever I go, it knows. Whatever I do, it knows. It will be standing at the end of the corridor, looking at me, grinning like it knows my darkest secrets. I cannot get out of the house without it knowing, it knows everything. I’m sure it’ll kill me.

If I die, it killed me.

My love, if you ever read this, please know that he is worse than I will ever be. If you’re reading this and I’m gone, know that his hands are dripping with blood, not mine. I know I’m sick, but so are you. We were sick in love, were we not? Loving each other until our souls rotted.

He’s different. He has no soul, no sickness. He doesn’t understand your darkness the way I do.

It makes me full, like an endless cycle. There is no birth without blood, but for him, there was no blood, no guts. He’s as human as I will make him, ripped out from my ribs.

His love is my sickness. Remember it if you ever love him back.

“Master?”

For the first time in a while, you’re terrified to hear his voice.

Turning around, you see Jimin standing at the top of the stairs. You flinch when he takes a step down, so he stops altogether and waits for a reaction, a word, a sound – anything from you, something to let him know you don’t despise him.

“Did you follow me here?” you ask with a frown, too afraid not to be crossed.

“I was worried,” he murmurs. “You left so suddenly you forgot your phone at home… A-and I did think that perhaps you were lying and that you’d be coming here instead.”

And he was right, in a way. But that doesn’t give him the right to follow you. That’s practically stalker behaviour. You’re starting to get the creeps, so Jimin goes all the way down to you and gently takes your hands. You don’t know if you don’t move out of fear or because you’re too comfortable with his touch.

Your voice comes out weakly. “Did you really kill him?”

“Yes,” he says with a smile. “I— I did it for you, Master. He erased my memories, I had to do something. He wanted to take me away from you.”

“So, you killed him,” you repeat, rather to yourself. Nodding slowly, you pull your hands away from his and turn around, needing some air to sort out your thoughts. “Because— because you wanted to stay with me? Why?”

You already know the answer. You don’t believe it yet, you don’t think it possible – but you know what words you’ll hear.

“Because I love you.”

Jimin seems ashamed of it, as he avoids your eyes and decides to stare at the floor instead. Like a boyish love confession on a sunny school day, your delusional body warms up the idea, but he can’t, can he? He can’t love you.

“Jimin,” you call softly, and finally, he looks up from the floor, “when you look at me, do you see me? Me, as a human, as a woman, as a creature? Do you even understand all of that?”

And then he smiles, and your chest blooms. “Yes – and you’re fascinating.”

All those years watching you, sneaking glances of you walking around the house, so close but still so far away. He’d dream of you, dream of you in his arms, him in yours, sharing kisses, pleasuring you the way his Master could not. He’d be careful, he’d be loving, he’d listen to each of your words.

“He gave me this body and all the cables and everything that keeps me moving, but you, Y/N— you gave me a conscience! You made everything make sense! You made me human,” Jimin claims in a whisper.

You can’t help but frown. “But he deleted them. How can you still remember me?”

You’re getting an answer for each of your questions, but somehow, they all seem only to leave you even more confused.

“He didn’t,” Jimin rushes to say, and then he goes on to explain further, seeing your puzzled face, “Not all of them, at least. I didn’t let him. I wanted to be with you, I didn’t want to… forget you.”

“Why?”

“Because after I got to know you through his memories I realised that, if there’s any person on this world that could accept me despite what I am, that was you. I thought you could love me.”

Letting out a sigh – of desperation, tiredness, love, you have no idea – you cup his cheeks and purse your lips. Do you love him? You’re not sure. Your stomach churns and turns at the mere idea of losing him, but can you really love him?

His words echo in your head like poison. His love is my sickness. Remember it if you ever love him back.

But is it, really? Jimin’s love feels soft. It doesn’t feel smothering or drowning. He loves you just the way you want to be loved. You don’t feel owned by him, on the contrary. Actually, you think Jimin loves you despite his husband’s sickness. That must be why he apologised when it took over him this evening at Taehyung’s call.

The sickness shrieked, the love apologised and learned.

“I know they aren’t mine,” he continues, snapping you out of your thoughts. “I know it wasn’t me you fell in love with, whom you slept with, the person you decided to spend the rest of your life with. I know it was him all along, but I—” Jimin nuzzles your neck in a desperate search for your warmth. “I can’t help it! I was made for loving you!”

But instead of answering, you tilt his chin up and kiss him.

“Living— living with the memories,” he continues as you leave pecks on the corner of his lips, “of your touch, of your warmth, your love.” Jimin’s arms tangle around your waist. “Loving you but forced to stay away – it was torture, Master.”

His breath feels warm against you, his hands feel hungry around you. His red LED-lit eyes stare into yours, searching for a sign, any indication of love.

You brush your lips together, softly at first, until his whimper makes you grin and run your tongue over his lip, asking for entrance. You suck his bottom lip into his mouth until he does, tongues rolling over each other in a heated kiss. With your skin burning up, you run your hands through his hair, and Jimin cautiously squeezes your butt when you push him against the counter.

Suddenly, you sink to your knees and begin to fumble with the waistband of his pants.

“So, you have sensors, right?” He nods weakly. “Everywhere.”

“Y-yes, ma’am—”

“And is there any way to alter them? Is it possible to make you last longer, or even make you not last at all?” you ask, still kneeling before him. Again, Jimin nods and closes his eyes. “Then, I want you as sensitive as possible.”

“Yes, ma’am…”

He must have a limit, and you want to find it. Either he runs out of cum, or his sensors give up, or he just fucking short-circuits.

It doesn’t take long for Jimin to get hard between your fingers, smooth rolls of your wrist as you pump him with an affectionate but hungry pace. Letting out a gasp, Jimin grips the edge of the counter for balance; he’s indeed too sensitive not to react to the touch he’s been craving his whole existence.

“So hard,” you purr, “I can’t wait to taste you, Jimin…”

“M-master, please, Master! Oh fuck, oh—” Jimin whimpers in response, gritting his teeth.

His body is shaking when you part your lips and engulf his cock, eyes glued to his pretty face. His knees buckle, and he squeaks in pleasure, you hollow your cheeks to swallow more of him. Meanwhile, your other hand gently plays with his balls.

“That— that f-feels so good, Master,” he rasps. In appreciation, you suck further down onto his cock until there’s a trickle of saliva rolling down your chin. “Shit! God, thank you!”

You somehow manage to grin with his cock between your parted lips. Jimin seems too aroused to process any robotic thought properly, so you move your hands to his ass and knead the flesh, pushing your lips into your mouth. He yelps instantly and follows it with his hips, and then you dip your tongue into his slit; it makes him let out a sob and almost fall to his knees, warning you of his climax, or rather begging you to slow down.

Your darkened lips, wet with saliva, suck again while your tongue presses on his tip. His cock throbs, a salty flavour you think it’s fake precum lingering on it. His hardened length slides in and out of your mouth with sloppy movements.

Jimin lets out a choked sob. “Master!” Filled with guilt, as gently as his trembling body will let him, he puts his hands on your hair. “L-let me cum, I need to— I-I need to come, please—”

Finally, you raise your head to let his length slide out of your mouth, and you catch back your precious breath.

“Sensitive, are we?” you mock him.

There’s time for him only to roll his eyes, out of annoyance or pleasure, before his hips buckle into your mouth one more time. The coiling tension in his sensors pools in the centre of his body, Jimin sucks in a sharp breath, and soon his cock twitches again, heavy on your tongue, warning you of his high.

“Master,” he whimpers. “T-thank you, Master, fuck— shit!”

And Jimin spills himself inside of your mouth, his release salty and more similar to actual cum than you expected. After swallowing, you help him ride out his orgasm using both hands and lips.

He’s still holding his weight on the counter when you speak, “Get on the table and lie down.”

He was probably expecting to eat you out since you pull down your pants once you straddle him, so it does take Jimin by surprise when you align your entrance with his half-hard cock. You hear him mumble something as your hand grips his cum-covered length, fingers playing with his release and making him let out a gasp.

“Are you still sensitive?” Barely able to keep eye contact, Jimin nods weakly. “Good.”

You quickly get rid of both your and his shirt. Once you’re naked against each other, you bend down to finally touch, knead, nib, and kiss wherever you feel like; you’ve had enough of leisurely letting him pleasure you without taking your part.

Your warm lips leave a trail of kisses down his neck and chest. “I’ll ride you again and again… until you either run out of cum or short-circuit.”

“M-mast—!”

Jimin lets out a choked sob when you sink down on his cock, immediately rolling down your hips. A hint of pain takes over you as your walls grip him, stretching around his length, and you moan. It’s been a while since you last had such a nice cock work you open— but then Jimin’s hands grab your waist, and his blissed face takes you completely off guard.

“Fuck, so good, Master, I love— I love you,” he whines.

His eyes move down to his cock disappearing into your body; you feel so warm, so wet, the pressure around him letting him know that you’re stuffed with him too.

You breathe out and thrust down onto him again, setting a desperate, frenetic tempo. “You feel good too, angel, shit—” The sounds of smacking flesh echo across the room, pushing you to ride him faster. “Gonna fuck you until I go mad—”

With your hands splayed across his chest, you use him for leverage to slam your hips together.

“Please, don’t stop!” Jimin begs you then, eyes rolling back. “Oh, coming, M-Master! I’m— I’m close, p-please—!”

You bend down again and nuzzle his neck only to gently bite on his earlobe, making him purr. “So, you want to come inside of me, Jimin? Want to fill your Master up with your cum? Is that—” A groan drowns down your throat when his cock finally finds and pumps into the right spot. “I-is that what you want?”

The heated kiss the two of you share is enough of an answer. You tilt your hips so that your clit rubs against his pubic bone, pushing you closer to your climax.

Body arching against you, Jimin pushes back up against your thrusts erratically. His thighs move up and down to help, the seeming muscles bulging and flexing, and all his system starts to burn, aching to burst. His cock slides into your dripping cunt in a desperate tempo.

Jimin sucks on the skin of your neck before whispering, breathless, “I’m—”

And then you feel it – a tremble, a soft pant, and one last powerful thrust up into you before you groan at the warm feeling of his cum flooding you. Jimin reaches out for your body as he convulses, hugging you tightly before you give in and kiss him. Your hips don’t stop after even helping him ride out his climax, and he looks at you with his brows knitted in confusion. But you smirk, his creamy release leaking from your entrance and leaking down his cock.

“Ugh— hurts, Master,” he whines then. His fingers dig into your waist.

“Told you,” you whisper; “I’ll ride you until I come, no matter how many times I have to make you come.”

Like a man who has accepted his doom, Jimin lets you kiss him again, this time hungrily sucking his bottom lip into your mouth. A groan vibrates in your throat, you can tell you’re close, judging by the way your body is burning up, your swollen clit rubbing against the base of his cock.

It softens partially inside of you, but not for long; maybe it’s because of his sensors – since they’re set to the highest level of sensitivity – that Jimin sucks in a sharp breath when you clench around him.

“I’m close, angel,” you say, almost grunting.

You’re close, can feel your climax teasing you. Heat spreads under your skin, and you have to fight not to crumble on top of him, thighs burning. He stares at your sweat, covering your body, sliding down the valley of your breasts, tapping against the metal surface. You enjoy how Jimin responds to your touch when you stroke down his chest and realise he’s close too.

Slowly, you raise your hips and snap them onto his cock again, eyes never leaving his beautiful red LED-lit irises.

“Cum with me, will you?”

You’re so full of his cum already, you’re sure it’ll leak out for hours. But your lips find each other in the sickly whitish light blinking over you, and it’s so comforting that you can’t help the tension snapping in the pit of your stomach with a deep moan muffled against his lips.

“Shit, shit, baby—! Oh, fuck, so good, so good,” you chant, now rutting your hips faster.

You dissolve into pleasure with his arms around you, grounding you to him. Walls fluttering around his cock, the shockwaves grip your body like a fit of hysterical lust, pushing you to fuck him faster, harder, balls swinging against your cheeks until Jimin lets out a trembling sob; then he empties himself inside of your tight walls, and you relentlessly fuck him through his orgasm, slower by the minute.

Jimin watches your breasts as they heave up and down in an attempt to catch your breath. Meanwhile, his system slows down, now trying to run smoothly.

You smile when his thumbs stroke your waist in circles. “What?”

“I still…” His smile falters, now totally back on earth. “I still don’t know if you want to keep me, Master.”

“You’ll have to stop calling me ‘Master’ eventually, you know,” you say and ignore his pleading question. Caressing his cheeks feel way more interesting right now.

“Why?”

“Well” – you sit up on his lap, making some of his release leak out and drip down your inner thighs – “I’m sure people will start making questions, don’t you think? I believe you should stick to it only at home, when we’re alone— or even better, only in the bedroom.”

It takes him a second to realise you’re taking him. With this, you’re claiming him, you didn’t even doubt it for a second.

Jimin is yours, forever, however long that lasts.

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The Defectors

Yoongi || Sci-Fi (space) AU

❧ AU: Strangers>Benefits>Lovers // After experiencing a violent crashlanding, you wake up in a foreign elite-force ship. You don’t remember what happened… You’re injured and lost. But the new crew onboard treats your wounds and helps you heal… in more ways than simply applying ointment to the area. The crew is equally lost after a mishap of their own and are on a search for the leaders of The Defectors in order to get help… Yoongi is the leader of the crew and captain and as a captain yourself you find yourself having a lot in common with him and chemistry sparks… more than you initially expected it to. It turns out, the help the crew needed all along… was you. (Ft: Jungkook and Hoseok)

|| SMUT ft. angst || 17.6k || x reader ||

|| masterlist in bio ||

❧ Rating: EXPLICIT || sexual content, unprotected sex, violence || Warnings: weapons, blood, (burn-)injuries, death, partial memory loss, crash-landing

❧ Smut features: Licking, a lot of tongue, tongue kissing, he likes your throat (no choking), begging each other for praise, almost-caught, greedy/needy, many various positions, top/bottom/behind, fighting for dominance, dom!Yoongi vs. dom!reader... and a dick joke

❧ A/N: There is an extra treat if you like tattoos... // Bias swap w/ @syinisuga

❧ Disclaimer: This is fiction. Actions and events in these stories are often exaggerated and to a certain degree unrealistic. Please have this in consideration when reading fiction, especially if it includes sexual content.

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The whistling sound of the wind was cancelled out by the ringing in your ears. Every sound was muffled like you were under water and your head felt heavy, like a piece of heavy metal was resting on it, holding you hostage on the ground under its weight. Everything was a blurred mess.

It was dark and with each rhythmic flash of a red light you could see a cloud of smoke and dust around you. You couldn’t move and your skin felt on fire from the scorching heat, sweat dripping down your face. You tasted salt and metal in your mouth, and it smelled like… burning rubber… but it was hard to tell what it came from. There was another loud whistle coming from outside as a strong gush of wind violently hit. Between each red flash all you could see was darkness. Darkness and then the interior of the ship illuminated by the red warning light. Darkness and the body of a crew member… the back was turned to you so you couldn’t tell who it was. Darkness and another crew member lying in an unnatural manner across the ground. Darkness interrupted by a flashlight.

What had happened?

Your head began to beat and pulsate like your heart had changed location from your chest to your skull. The pressure eased but pain took over in a new way, you could feel another wave of scorching heat consume you and it became harder to breathe. Where were the oxygen tanks? A useless thought… you still couldn’t move, and your vision grew even more blurred.

Am I dying?

The flashlight shone in your eyes, blinding you just before you passed out.

“I’ve found a survivor!”

The next thing you knew you woke up to a bright white room with an oxygenation mask covering your mouth and nose. Your left leg was wrapped with gauze from the knee to your ankle and an IV drip was attached to your arm. The ringing in your ears had stopped, now replaced by the rhythmic beeping of a heart monitor. You could move again, slightly. Gentle twitch like movements of the fingers and toes. The doors slid open, and the sound of steps followed.

It seemed to be the infirmary of a ship.

A soft gasp escaped the person as you turned your face to look at him and the young man ran back out, yelling “She’s awake!”

A mere minute later 2 more people entered along with him, studying you like you were an extra-terrestrial being and not human as themselves.

“W-where am I?” Your voice sounded hoarse and weak.

“Kepler 442b, we were just about to leave.” One of them announced, sounding sterner than the first guy. His hair was pitch black, parted in the middle but brushed back. He was wearing black cargo pants, tucked into boots and a washed out military green T-shirt.

What fleet was this?

The third guy approached you, dark brown short hair, dressed in similar but grey cargo pants and a fitted black long sleeve paired with an industrial looking harness. His expression appeared concerned as he studied your face.

“Do you remember your name?” He asked.

You did and told him, not that he’d know if it was correct.

He repeated your name back to you. “Do you feel any nausea or dizziness?” He asked and touched various areas of your face, it stung a bit in some parts.

“I feel sore… tired.”

“She needs to eat something.” He told the first man, an indirect order. The first man was also black haired but had longer hair and it was held back by a headband, Black cargo pants and a worn out black T-shirt.

“Do you recall what happened?” He asked and carefully pealed away the bandage around your head.

“Something attacked us…I don’t know what, it happened so fast…” The beeping on the monitor sped up.

“We received the automatic mayday signal.” The second guy said. “But we only found you.”

“But I… I saw the others.”

“That’s not what he means.” The third guy said, making effort to sound comforting.

You swallowed. Suddenly everything felt numb.

“I’m sorry.” He caressed your shoulder.

“I’ll get us out of here.” The second guy said and turned around with a remorseful expression.

“Ok Captain.”

So the second guy was the captain… This man seemed to know what he was doing so he must oversee the infirmary… maybe a doctor or nurse…

“Your head is healing nicely. But let me know if you feel dizzy or nauseas…. Silence is ok. I understand.” He caressed your shoulder again and went to get something in one of the cabinets.

Nobody else survived…

The room vibrated with the familiar hum or a ship engine and you could feel the shift in the pull as it begun it’s ascend.

He proceeded to clean your wound and removed your IV and the monitor. By then the first guy returned with some food for you and they both helped you sit up.

“What happened to my leg?” You asked.

“Your leg is fine, but the skin is severely burnt. You might feel it in a bit when the painkillers ware off.”

“How long have I been out.

“About two days… and a half?” The first guy filled in.

“You’re not part of the higher order, are you?” You asked, hesitating before taking a bite of the food.

They both laughed, which felt reassuring.

“No, never and no thank you.”

“Good, I’d ask you to euthanize me otherwise.” You said and took a bite of food.

“I’m JK by the way.” The first guy said. “I mainly do engine maintenance stuff on board, tech stuff, a bit of everything you could say.”

“I’m Hope, health supervisor.”

You gave him a weird look unintentionally.

“He means doctor.” JK explained.

“I prefer health supervisor, doctor sounds so… official.”

JK rolled his eyes and you felt a faint smile form on your face.

“Yoongi is the captain.” Hope added.

There was a pause as you waited for more names to be mentioned.

“It’s just the three of you?” You asked.

They both nodded.

Your own crew had been 5 people and that was hard enough to maintain everything with.

“But we’re 4 now.” JK corrected.

“What was your role on your ship?” Hope asked carefully.

“… Captain… combat ship.”

JK whistled in an impressed tune.

“Yoongi finally gets his break.” Hope chuckled.

“What type of ship is this?” You asked.

“R1.”

Your eyes went wide.

The small crew made even less sense now.

R1 was one of the elite ranks within the rebellion… They underwent special training for years… R1 ships were equipped with stealth radar technology so they could infiltrate ships and bases of the higher order… like undercover spies or secret agents with license to kill. It had heavy duty combat technology too… you had to check it out.

You quickly finished the last piece of your food and stood up.

“I have to check out the HDC, you have it right?” You said and stumbled slightly.

Alarmed they both grabbed your arms to hold you steady.

“Careful, ok? Yes, it’s equipped with HDC but we haven’t been able to use it for years.” Hope said.

“I disconnected it to save the energy reserve.” JK added.

“Before we give you the grand tour I think you should rest up and maybe have a shower if you can. We’ll get you something appropriate to wear.” Hope said.

You looked down and realized you were dressed in a hospital gown. A shower would be nice…

Hope escorted you to a room in the ship while JK disappeared to get you some clothes. It seemed… vacant to say the least.

“This will be your room… it belonged to our previous combat commander, so you’ll find some manuals and books on the HDC under the bed if you need them.” Hope instructed.

“What happened to the previous one? Aren’t R1 crews commonly… more people?”

“You’re right… but not all missions go to plan unfortunately. We lost half the crew a few months back… we haven’t heard from the Atlas* since then and we’ve been roaming around just hoping we’d stumble upon the base, I guess. They probably assumed none of us survived.”

*The Atlas: The leading organisation of the defectors.

The conversation was interrupted by JK entering with a pile of clothes.

“I think these will fit.” He said confidently and placed the pile down on the bed.

“We’ll give you some peace now.” Hope said and handed you a tube. “Put this ointment on your leg after the shower, then come to me and I’ll re-wrap it.”

“Thanks.”

The shower was more than needed seeing all the layers of dirt and dried blood wash down the drain. You scrubbed double washed your hair and triple washed your body, keeping your leg elegantly posed away from the water. A drop was enough to cause you to wince and it looked BAD.

You stepped out with a deep sigh, dried off and tied your hair back. The clothes fit but were on the larger side, not that you minded. You pulled the belt tight around your waist so the black cargo pants wouldn’t slip down and tucked the black long sleeve into them. As you bent down to roll the left leg up to your knee (so it wouldn’t touch the burn) a knock was heard on the door.

“You can come in.”

It was JK, holding your boots in his hands.

“They were covered in ash, so I cleaned them off a bit. The rest of your clothes were destroyed, and Hope had to cut some off to… But hey doesn’t look bad.” He nodded approvingly. “In another life I would probably be a stylist.” He said playfully.

He placed the shoes down by you and took a seat on the bed. They seemed to have a hard time leaving you alone…

After applying the ointment to your leg you pulled your boots on and tied them snuggly. You were glad at least one of your items had been savoured for you. After Hope wrapped your leg back up with some fresh gauze JK offered to give you the grand tour of the ship.

You’d already seen the dorms or well… on your ship they were dorms, this was an R1 after all to they were more like suites in comparison.

“My room, Hope’s Room, Yoongi’s room.” JK explained, tapping each door as he passed them. Then lead you out into the commons area. It was a large open space area with a huge table and a lowered sofa, panoramic windows along the wall giving you a view of nebula as the ship cruised. There was what appeared to be a glass conference room with computers off the side and ahead was the control room. JK lead you through the hallway space and you immediately spotted the back of Yoongi’s head in the captain seat. The ship was set to auto-cruise and he was leaned back with his hands tied by his mouth as if he was deep in thought.

It was impressive to say the least. The windows were huge, the disconnected HDC control stole your attention however and you took a seat in the chair.

“This is incredible.” You praised, looking at the controls. You wanted to try it out real bad, you’d practiced to handle it during your combat training but you’d never been near the real deal before.

“You do combat?” Yoongi asked, gaze towards you.

“I am captain of a combat ship… was.”

“Sorry about your loss.” He said, no emotion present in his voice.

“Since Yoongi is free, I’ll let him take over the tour. I have to go check on the servers.” JK said and gave him a teasing pat on the shoulder and smiled towards you.

Yoongi inhaled deeply and let out a soft exhale.

“Hope told me, he said you’d give me a break.” He cracked a smile. “But you don’t have to, I know it takes time to heal from what you’ve just been through.”

“I feel ok, Hope is treating my burn for me.”

“I didn’t mean physically.” He said and stood up. “Take a seat.” He gestured to the captain’s seat.

“What combat did you drive?” He asked as you took a seat.

“An RC64.”

Yoongi raised his brows in subtle amusement. “Vintage.”

“Very, but a charm.” You agreed and caressed the gears. “This is an RR02 right?”

“You been on one before?” He asked, confirming that you were correct.

“Had some runs on the simulator during my training.”

“Let me know if you ever want to… you know. I’ll be your co.”

Was he serious? For some reason you’d assumed he’d be gate keeping like most captains did, but he was offering to let you drive? Not only is an RR02 like three times the size of an RC64 but the gears and buttons… it’s like comparing a bike to a lunar lander.

Yoongi let out a soft scoff. “You look like a child in a toy store.” He said, leaning against the chair.

“No, now that you mention it my RC64 is a lot cooler than this.” You said and gestured wildly towards the hundreds of buttons.

His smile was soft and warm, it made his entire face change its demeanour. Neutrally he appeared a bit intimidating, but his smile felt the opposite. Approachable, comforting… cute?

“Does it hurt?” He asked and pointed to his own cheek.

You hadn’t seen your reflection yet, so you didn’t know what he was talking about.

“You touched your face and felt something rough. It didn’t hurt however.

Yoongi seemed to understand and waved for you to come with him.

“Kitchen by the way, maybe JK showed you.” He said and pointed towards a door you passed. “Machine room. It’s just a room with a ladder, the machine room is below us. If you can’t find JK that’s where he usually is.” Yoongi shrugged. “Hope… He’s everywhere at the same time.”

He was taking you back to the infirmary where Hope was currently cleaning up.

“Hope, do you have a mirror in here?” He asked.

“Wall behind you!” He smiled.

Yoongi blushed, feeling slightly dumbfounded. “Here you go.”

A gasp escaped you.

A huge scar covered the side of your face, starting from the temple down to about the middle of your cheek. Your forehead had a purple bruise to the right bleeding into the temple where the scar began.

You traced it gently with your finger, whatever the pressure had been it must’ve been the cause of this.

It turned out that Yoongi wasn’t only the captain, he was also the chef. Hope wasn’t only a doctor, he was trained in field combat and JK wasn’t only a little bit of everything tech-mech guy… he was a tech hijacker (or hacker as it used to be called). You were all seated around the big table in the common area eating together. Something you’d been informed by Hope was a more-or-less holy tradition onboard.

“How did you defect?” JK asked.

“My parents defected, I was born into it.”

“Same here.” Hope added between bites.

“What about you?” You asked.

“My brother defected when he was 15 and took me with him, I was 8 or 9.” JK said.

You turned to Yoongi to ask him but felt a gentle tap against your outer thigh under the table by Hope. He was shaking his head and you got the hint. The question was sensitive to some people…

But you were curios… maybe you’d find out one day.

“Now that we have her on-board we could activate the HDC again.” Yoongi pointed out, directing it to JK.

“It’s not necessary if it’s a hassle.” You said.

“What do you mean? You’re going to use it.” Yoongi insisted. “What did you think we’d just drop you off on a random asteroid? You’re part of the crew now.”

“Consider yourself adopted.” Hope added, trying to make light of the serious tone in Yoongi’s voice.

“If you prefer the asteroid, consider yourself kidnapped. Because we’re not dropping you off.”

“I’ll consider myself saved if you don’t mind. After all… you saved my life.”

Hope caressed your back reassuringly. He seemed to be a very touchy person, which was nice. His touch felt safe and comforting.

“Yoongi is the one you should thank.” He said.

Yoongi began to cough and hammered his fist to his chest bone.

“Yoongi was the one who responded to the mayday!” JK called out eagerly. “He carried you back to the ship too.” A vision of Yoongi carrying your unconscious body in his arm flashed through your mind. You looked towards him, semi-glancing at his arms. They appeared strong enough to be able to do that to say the least…

“I’ll go check /cough/ the radar for asteroids.” Yoongi said and left the table promptly.

“He gets flustered when you praise him.” Hope explained with a laugh.

You watched him as he walked away towards the steering room, a hand reaching up to brush his hair back on the way.

“They’re still tracing us captain!”

“I know! I’m trying!” There was a hard turn of the ship to try and out manoeuvre them. “Going into orbit behind Kapler 442b, the dark will shield us!”

“They have radar!”

“Fuck!” Another hard turn. “It’s pointless to attack, if we do they might open fire!”

Another member was trying to come in contact, desperately questioning what they wanted.

“Why don’t these fuckers have their comms on!?”

A loud thud vibrated through the ship followed by a hard violent hit and every warning light and sirens going off simultaneously in panic. “Gyroscope deactivated. Gyroscope deactivated. Gyroscope deactivated.” “We’re hit!”

You woke up drenched in cold sweat, breathing heavily. You wrapped your arms around your knees, feeling your heart race in your chest as you tried to calm down.

“I need some water…” You mumbled to yourself and got up. You opened the door to your room and made it down the hallway towards the kitchen.

On your way you noticed something you hadn’t before… on the wall was a framed photo.

Seven men, lined up like in a school photo. Yoongi, Hope, JK… and 4 more. On the bottom of the frame was a metal plate reading “Crew: R1-b16”.

You headed into the kitchen and opted for a cup of tea instead and brought the cup with you back into your room. Since you were wide awake now you might as well take a look at those manuals… Anything that could potentially distract you would be good.

You placed the cup on the nightstand and looked in under the bed. There was a box. You withdrew it, it had some significant weight to it. Inside there were 8 thick books on the HDC, but it wasn’t all. There were several notebooks, a flashlight and a souvenir mug from PA-99-N2.

Eventually you fell back asleep 3 chapter into manual 2.0.

You woke up feeling slightly more recovered, sleep really did wonders for healing the body. You got up, braided your hair back, got dressed and rolled the pantleg up to your knee. You needed to find something to keep the leg from slipping down and added it to your mental to do list.

Yoongi was seated on the sofa reading something on a holopad, the rest were seemingly still asleep.

He looked up as you entered. His green t-shirt was replaced by a grey sweater today.

“Sleep well?” He asked.

“For the most part.” You said and rubbed your nape.

“What was the lesser?”

“Just… replaying. It woke me up.”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“I don’t remember much… just that we got hit, like I said. The hit knocked our gyro out and well…”

Yoongi’s reaction spoke for his thoughts. “That’s…”

“The worst that could happen… yeah.” You sighed and sat down next to him.

“And then?” he asked gently, trying not to push.

“We crashed into Kepler 442b.”

“How do you feel?”

“It feels like it was all a nightmare. That it didn’t happen and I just dreamt it, but I’m here and they’re… they’re gone.” You bit your lip to supress the tears.

“Take your time, ok? If you need to talk you can come to me or Hope and JK too. I’ve told them to try and avoid leaving you alone for too long.”

That explains it.

“You’re very understanding. I appreciate that.”

Yoongi, flustered as can be broke eye contact to look down at his hands.

“Just know that we’re here for you… even though you don’t know us that well yet and us you… but we’re crew now. We take care of each other on this ship.” He looked back up at you, still slouched forward.

You wanted to know them well. You wanted to know Yoongi well. There was something mysterious about him and you wanted to unwrap it and read all about it. Your curiosity tended to take over a lot in general but only if the subject of interest fascinated you.

There were many questions to choose from in your mind.

“What’s your current mission?”

“To find the Atlas base.”

Finding the hidden Atlas base in infinite space? Dub thee mission impossible.

“I know.” Yoongi said and leaned back. “It’s impossible, but we’re completely off their radar. We’re technically just cruising around hoping to stumble upon them by chance or ding their radar or something… anything really. With you onboard we can at least move around in the risk zones again since we didn’t have a combat fighter. We tried to self-teach ourselves the HDC but it’s… it’s complicated stuff.” He let out an awkward chuckle.

“I could teach you.”

“That would be incredible… JK will try and get it up and running again today. But like I said… whenever you feel ready. I don’t want to push you.”

“I’ve always wanted to try out a HDC, this is the most excitement I’ve felt in… weeks, months.” You insisted.

His soft grin was back.

“I’ll get us to an asteroid field and you can try it out in all its glory.”

“Target practice?”

“Basically.” He shrugged. “We used to do it for fun between missions back then. It’s sort of therapeutic too.”

“Big stone go boom.”

His laugh was soft and deep.

“To be honest, I think having something to do would help. So don’t worry about pushing me. So far my impression of you all is good, I think it will stay that way.”

His eyes travelled down and up your figure.

“My impression of you is good too… Combat captain.” He smirked. “I bet your crew was extremely loyal and submissive to you.”

“I wouldn’t say they were submissive… we were a team.”

“Don’t be so humble. Did they obey well?” He teased.

“Yes and I’m not being humble I’m being honest.”

“Case closed, submissive.”

“Ok, maybe so be it. But so far you seem to be the submissive one on this ship.”

He opened his mouth in fake surprise.

“You’re wrong, firstly. Secondly, that proves my point. You’ve already targeted me as potential prey.” He chuckled.

“Prey for what?”

He shrugged and stood up.

“Only you know that, but I’m getting away now for my own safety now before you decide to act on it. And I need to locate the nearest asteroid field.”

JK was kneeling under the control panel of the HDC, plugging, unplugging, and twisting various cables.

“Now?” He asked.

“No.” You said, still staring at the dark panel from the chair.

“How about now?”

“Still no.”

JK sighed and crawled further in. Something sounded like it was unplugged, and he scrambled around and suddenly the buttons on the panel illuminated.

“Now! Now! It’s on! It’s working!” You cheered.

JK crawled back out from underneath and stood up.

“Two of the sockets look identical I must’ve put a in b and b in a.” He said and dusted off his hands.

You shifted in your seat and gripped the gears carefully. You tested the aim, the controls and checked the system status to make sure everything was fine.

“Everything looks fine.” You reassured as JK watched.

“I’ll get popcorn.”

Yoongi has located an asteroid field earlier and until the HDC was up and running you’d been orbiting around a dwarf plant nearby.

“I’ll get us to the field then.” Yoongi said, who had been seated slouched in the captain’s seat watching the two of you wordlessly. He steered the ship out of orbit and off towards the bundle of asteroids. It wasn’t a huge field but enough for target practice and small enough to not cause much damage if the HDC wasn’t fully functioning as it should.

You leaned back in the seat, enjoying the view. The dwarf planet had a copper red hue to it and the field was on the other side in relation to your current position. It felt relaxing in a different sense, you’d get to enjoy this view when you were steering your own ship too but not being in charge of the vessel allowed you to see the view differently for what it was. Simply beautiful and breath-taking.

You looked over at Yoongi. His gaze was focused and his hands held a tight grip of the gears, making his knuckles protrude and the veins on his hands stand out more.

His crew has been searching for the Atlas for months now… a truly impossible mission but not without success… the success so far was the fact that they hadn’t stumbled upon the members of the higher order yet…

“You haven’t stumbled upon the higher order at least.” You said, trying to strike a conversation with him.

“We have a stealth shield.”

“Oh right.” R1…

There was a momentary silence.

“I guess you encountered them a lot.” Yoongi said.

“Well, it was our general mission as a combat ship… along with the fate that comes with it.” You sighed.

“Usually we infiltrate… you could say instead of taking down the ship, we take them down from inside, get a hold of any documents, data or secrets… along with some loot. Then we let it cruise aimlessly on auto so they appear active for the high order. That way they think their fleet is bigger than it is.”

“How many missions have you had so far?”

Yoongi paused to think.

“Maybe 400? Roughly.”

Wow. “Wow.”

“What about you? How many you take down?”

“More than I can count, we were sent to the warzones numerous times too so it must be at least over a thousand at this point.”

“A combat captain with loyal submissive subjects AND a front fighter?” Yoongi whistled.

“Stop.” You chuckled.

“Only the best get sent to the active warzones, I’m not going to pretend like I don’t know that. Now I’m really eager to see how you’ll handle that thing.” He said and nodded towards the HDC panel.

He pushed a button on the intercom. “Hope, JK, come here, we’re entering the field.”

A few seconds later they arrived and buckled up in the seats behind. You strapped the buckles across your chest, Yoongi doing the same to secure himself.

The first asteroid was coming towards you and Yoongi was driving slowly… very slowly. Offensively slowly.

You turned to look at him.

“Some acceleration please.”

He nodded and moved his hand to the throttle and the speed increased substantially.

Now we’re talking.

You pulled the gears towards you, deactivated the lock and freed the gyro. The aim was a lot more advanced than on your ship, making it even easier to lock onto the first asteroid rapidly approaching. Charge, lock and shoot. With a loud boom the asteroid split into a million tiny pieces.

The mix of dopamine and adrenaline was overwhelming.

Asteroids turned into dust in front of you one after one. The HDC was incredible, it felt way too powerful to use on asteroids but boy was it fun.

Each explosion was followed by an eager oooh or waaa coming from behind you as Hope and JK watched in excitement.

“You’re so good at this!” Hope cheered.

“She’s been doing this for years.” Yoongi called out, manoeuvring through the field, and boosting the speed even more. “Her crew was sent to the Active zones.”

A bigger asteroid exploded as it hit.

“I’m not surprised.” Hope said.

“Neither am I.” Yoongi added and you could’ve sworn you heard him whisper “Incredible” under his breathe.

The final asteroid blew up and you locked the gyro back, released the gears and leaned back in your seat with an exhausted sigh.

“That gave me such a rush!” You yelled out, heart racing.

Later on, the 4 of you gathered around the table for a meeting. Yoongi had a plan to set a course for zone Z36. Zone Z36 was considered a risk zone and under the govern of the higher order. The zone wasn’t huge but it would significantly shorten the way to get to zone F14 which was were one of the defector hubs were located. By getting there you could potentially get something or find something that could get you into contact with the Atlas.

Important to know was that nobody ever contacted the Atlas, they contacted you. They were top secret even for the defectors. There had been spies at numerous occasions and all measures of caution were enforced to combat it.

Getting to the hub also meant you were able to do some more thorough maintenance and restock. The last time the crew had visited one of the hubs was over a year ago, a month or so before their last mission…

The ship would be set to cruise towards Z36 throughout the night and upon entrance you and Yoongi would be technically glued to your seats until you were out of there.

Later in the night after you’d had a shower you sat in your room when there was an expected knock on the door.

“Come in.” You called out and Hope peaked in through the door. He had told you he’d come by before he went to bed to check on your burn and was carrying some supplies with him that he placed on the bed.

“How does it feel?” He asked, soaking a piece of cotton with some disinfectant.

“Taught and raw.” You explained.

As the cotton touched your skin you bit your lip to supress the stinging pain.

“I’ll move quickly, almost done.” Hope reassured, quickly wiping down the surface. “There we go.” He pulled on a pair of gloves and applied some clear ointment in his palm and gently began to rub it in over the area. This was an opposite feeling, it was cooling and soothing.

“This will leave a scar once it’s healed.”

“I’ll get it tattooed over.”

“That would look cool! You can tattoo my face, like the cartoon style where the head is much larger than the rest of the body.” He chuckled.

“I’ll add it to my list of potential designs.”

He pulled the gloves off and reached for the gauze and wrapped your skin.

“Thank you.” You said as he secured it.

“Just doing my duty.” He smiled and caressed your knee. He gathered the little pile of supplies, wished you good night and headed out.

If you had to gather a crew together in the future Hope would be your first consideration for sure. On your ship you didn’t have an infirmary. There was a small room with limited first aid level supplies and a bed. The room was more intended for mild injuries or quarantine purposes and if someone was injured you’d all help out, or whoever was able to in the situation. Basic first aid was included in training so anyone on board could do it. For more serious injuries you’d had to head to the nearest hub and just hope it was one with a hospital.

Defector hubs were scattered all over space. Some large some small, some so small it felt like a joke to even call them a hub. The smallest would maybe consist of a mech workshop and maintenance supplies, it was rare to find a hub that didn’t offer food or even a restaurant. Not as the ones back on earth thousands of years ago, it was more of a street food culture. Usually delicious in fact.

Then you had the gigantic hubs, maintenance and workshops that were staffed, offices for various inquiries, hospitals, multiple street food options, even places to get clothing, shoes, supplies, weapons…. Tattoo parlours, piercers, body mod, anything really… and pleasure.

If you were willing to pay the price to get your dick sucked that was. It might sound absurd, but the business was insane. You had to be rich to afford it or go broke to experience it.

Sirens were echoing, lights were flashing all over the panel. Screams were echoing back and forth as the ship fell from orbit, spinning out of control. The gears wouldn’t budge no matter how hard you pulled them, trying desperately to get the ship under control. The G force was becoming too strong to handle and your hands reluctantly slipped from the gears as you felt the dizziness fade into unconsciousness only for it to come to a sudden hard halt.

You were shaking, your heart was racing and you were breathing heavily when you opened your eyes to find Yoongi over you, shaking your shoulders.

“Wake up! It’s a dream! You’re dreaming!” He sighed of relief as you opened your eyes.

“What happening?” You asked, panicked.

“You were screaming, I came running I thought- I don’t know what I thought but you were screaming so I just ran.” He appeared anxious. “Are you ok?” He asked, still holding your shoulders.

You sat up carefully, still out of breath.

“It keeps replaying in my head… I remember more and more each time…”

“Of the crash?” He took a seat on the edge of the bed,

You nodded.

“Do you want to tell me about it?” He asked, placing a hand against the mattress on the other side of your legs to support himself leaning.

“It’s just screaming, beeping, flashing… it’s all blurry for the most.” You explained, looking down at your lap.

“It’s truly a miracle that you survived.” Yoongi expressed. “When I found you… you were wedged in under the control panel.” He reached to touch the bruise on your head gently. “It’s healing well.” He reassured, moving a few strands away and behind your ear.

“Did you see what happened to my leg?”

Yoongi shook his head.

“As I was looking around what I noticed was subtle movement in my peripheral and when I shone my light towards it, I saw your eyes were open and you were breathing. Called out to Hope and JK and pulled you out of there as fast as I could.”

“And the others?”

“We checked them, you were the last person we found before we had to run back. We didn’t know if or when the entire thing would blow up since half of it was already on fire. We weren’t sure about 442b’s air quality either, so once we found you we just got you to our ship as fast as we could so you wouldn’t die of monoxide poisoning.”

Wow…

“Hope checked on your lungs once we got back on, so the air was fine, but I didn’t want to risk it.” He explained.

“You saved my life.”

He immediately got flustered and looked away. But you wouldn’t let him get away from this one.

You reached towards him and cupped his cheek.

“Yoongi, look at me.”

He reluctantly obeyed.

“You saved my life.” You repeated, gazing into his dark eyes.

His gaze fell from your eyes to your lips. There was an odd shadow of shame staining his expression…

He cupped his hand to the side of your neck, leaned in and pressed his lips against yours. Your heartbeat had just calmed down and was now immediately back to the previous racing pace again.

His mouth was warm and soft against yours and a part of you was disappointed when he abruptly pulled away. His hand slipped away as he stood up, brushing his half-wet hair back and left the room wordlessly, leaving you alone in the silence with the sound of your beating heart.

You wanted to know more about Yoongi, but now you quickly concluded that you didn’t only want to, you needed to. You wanted to examine what the shadow meant, what was hiding in his expression and so much more. Why did he defect? How? What happened to the other crew members on that one mission? But oh god did he taste good…

You arrived to zone Z36 in the early hours.

Yoongi was already seated when you entered. The corner of his lip twitched slightly, and he swallowed.

"Ready when you are." He said as you strapped yourself into the seat. There was an awkward ambience in the room.

“As ready as I can be.” You said, releasing the lock and pulling the gears towards you.

So far upfront everything seemed as clear and calm as it could be, but you never knew what lurked in the casted shadows…

“R1-B16 heading towards Z36 Delta zone. Shield green, radar green, machinery yellow, HDC…”

“Green.” You finished.

Keeping log recordings was mandatory for all captains…

Yoongi deactivated the auto and pulled the throttle to max and the ship accelerated rapidly.

You swallowed and tightened your grip on the gears, keeping an alert gaze in front of you and on the radar. So far clear.

The journey was silent, focus consuming any will, need or wish. Occasionally you’d overhear Hope and JK exchange words but aside that the only noise was the white sound coming from the engine.

You’d been going for roughly an hour and would be out of Z36 in about 20 minutes.

“Not much going on here.” You pointed out.

“Better safe than sorry.”

The stiff silence resorted.

“R1-B16 entering F14 Delta zone.” Yoongi logged as you finally left the risk zone. You felt your shoulders relax and you set the HDC to stand by and released the gears. Yoongi set the nav to auto cruise towards the hub and noticeably relaxed. Being on guard was exhausting on the mind.

You exchanged a wordless look as you stood from your seats.

“Good job.” He assured with a nod.

“Same back at you.”

F14 was significantly larger than Z36 and it would take you another night to reach the hub.

You all gathered around the table to eat together and JK explained to you what he’d done all these months to try and keep the ship stable without being able to go into maintenance. Once at the hub he would finally be able to get the status back to green, but he needed a workshop and assistance in order to do so.

“We haven’t been to a hub in forever… you’re the first person we’ve seen aside from each other for months.” Hope said.

“I hope this one has a tattoo shop. I’ve been dying to get something more.” JK expressed. His arm was covered in various art pieces in different sizes including his hand.

“I’ve wanted to get one too.” You added.

“Oh really? What were you considering?” JK asked, curious.

“It’s too soon to tattoo your leg, it’s going to take long for it to heal to that point.” Hope pointed out.

“I’m aware, but I’ve considering inking some other parts for a while now.”

“Where?” JK asked.

“My chest bone.”

Yoongi aimed his gaze to your chest, swallowing a bite.

“I was thinking of a design that traces along it, from about collarbone height down to where my chest ends.”

“It’d look sick all the way up your throat.” JK added.

You nodded your head back and forth, tasting the idea.

“It would actually…”

You were seated on your bed, reading through one of the HDC manuals but struggling to concentrate. Your mind kept returning to Yoongi cupping the side of your throat… his taste still a strong memory.

He’d been oddly silent during dinner and kept for himself most of the day after that… and you should probably talk.

You took a deep breath, sat the manual aside on the side table and stood up to head to Yoongi’s room.

You knocked gently on the door and a few second later he opened the door without a response.

“Can we talk?”

He nodded and stepped aside to let you in, shutting the door behind you.

His room was a lot bigger… captain’s suite of course. A bed, a desk area and a large window. The shelves had numerous books and some personal items on them and you could tell someone actually stayed in this room unlike your own. The same photo that hung in hallway was framed on one of the shelves.

“What’s on your mind?” Yoongi asked, redirecting your attention from the shelves.

“Oh, uhm… I just wanted to talk. You’ve been so quiet today.”

Yoongi let out a gentle sigh and reached to scratch the back of his head.

“Been in my mind a lot today…” He said and took a seat on the bed. You took a seat next to him and scooted back to be able to lean against the wall that the bed was lined up against.

Yoongi was slouched over with his elbows resting on his thighs.

“I’m sorry if I made things weird last night…” He confessed.

“Do you feel weird about it?” You asked.

Yoongi looked over his shoulder towards you. “Only if you do.”

“… I enjoyed it. More than I want to admit.” You confessed. There was a warm tingle to your cheeks as you spoke those words.

He raised his brows briefly, surprised and poked the inside of his cheek with his tongue.

Something was drawing you to him… and you weren’t the type to resist when something did. On the contrary you wanted to dive right in and explore it all at once and taste every flavour of it.

His gaze was fixed on you over his shoulder while he thought out his response, and it was starting to burn.

“Would you like some more?” He asked, making the tension between you even tighter.

You weren’t quite sure what he meant by more, but you were eager to find out.

“Yes.”

He sat up properly and scooted back to sit up closer to you.

This time he wasn’t breaking eye contact. He reached his hand out and gently traced his finger along your scar.

“It suits you.” He added before slipping his hand around the side of your throat, pulling you towards him.

His lips pressed against yours and without warning he pulled you just a little closer by the neck and slipped his tongue between your lips.

You slipped your fingers into his hair, grabbing onto it gently and accidently making him groan into the kiss. Everything felt so tight and tense within. The kiss became deeper and hungrier, both of you struggling to breathe and Yoongi’s hands began to wander. With each touch the tightness grew more intense. His hand slipped down your throat, down over your breast and groped it firmly, earning a moan. Without breaking away from the kiss he got up further, gently pushing you to lie down as he got on top of you, one hand spreading your left leg so he could lie between them. Still fully clothed, but rock hard he pressed up against you and began to grind firmly. Sending fireworks through your nerves.

His tongue slipped out of your mouth and your lips parted briefly before he made contact with the side of your throat, sucking firmly at the skin as his hips rubbed up against yours. No matter what he did it left you wanting more of him. Everything was unbearably aching.

His lips released from your throat.

“Do you still want more?” He asked, panting heavily “Because I really fucking do.”

“Please.” You pleaded.

“Yes?” He asked.

“Yes.”

“I’ll do anything you want at this point.” He panted.

“Then fuck me.”

“I was hoping you’d say that.” He smirked and placed another kiss against your throat. His hands landed at your waist, gripping the fabric of your top and pulled it out and up, further up and over your head. His lips returned to yours briefly and with hunger as he reached down to unbuckle your belt and unzip your pants, pushing them down over your hips before his hand slipped in under the hem of your underwear.

“You’re so wet.” He pointed out, visibly even more turned on by the fact. Not that he needed to tell you... You could already tell. His hand reached in further, fingers sliding between your slit, feeling and exploring, rubbing over your clit.

He withdrew his hand and sat back up, pulling your pants down your legs, cautious over your burn. As he sat on his knees, he reached for his own belt, and you sat up to pull his t-shirt up and off. He quickly pulled everything down and off him, exposing his hard erection and returned to his previous position on top of you. Except this time there was no firm bump rubbing up against you. His hand reached up to brush your hair back and his lips pressed against your chest bone, right between your breasts.

“I think that tattoo would look really good on you.” He confessed and pressed his tongue flat against your skin, licking up your chest bone, up your throat to your chin. Your skin was left with a tingling sensation, and you pressed your lips against his, cupping the sides of his face, slipping your tongue between his lips before he got the chance. He grinned and reached down to grab a hold of himself, unable to wait much longer.

The tip of his dick traced up and down your slit a few times before he pushed up against your entrance, pausing for a brief second. He broke free from the kiss, panting. Resting his lips by your ear you heard him let out a deep groan as he pushed into you. You slipped your arms around him, pressing your palms against his upper back. He began to move, thrusting deeply at a gentle rhythm. This was exactly what you needed.

A sultry “Yes” slipped out of you, much to his amusement (and confidence) and he began to thrust a little harder and faster, earning a moan.

“Fuck…You’re so hot.” He confessed, pressing his face into your neck.

“What’s so hot about me?”

“I… ugh. I don’t know. Everything? Mn. Your body is fucking beautiful, but you have this… this radiance. I can’t explain it.” He pulled back further, thrusting in slightly harder.

“It just makes you feel submissive?” You teased.

He cracked up with a soft chuckle. “You got me.”

“You feel so good.”

“Mhm?” He hummed, pushing a little deeper. “Tell me more.”

It was hard to think while he was moving inside you. It felt like the tight feeling was melting away into liquid gold.

“You feel really fucking good.”

“You want more?”

“Mhm.” You nodded.

“Harder? Faster? I’m ready to explode.”

“Yes… please. Just don’t stop.” You pleaded.

His hands ran down your sides and gripped onto your hips and he began to pound into you harder. Both of you were panting heavily. Whimpers, moans and groans slipping out between each breath. It felt so amazing.

You turned your face to the side, catching his darkened gaze as it stared back at you. Lust filled eyes, red cheeks and parted plump lips begging to be sucked on. You moved your hand up to his nape and cupped it, pressing him towards you so could devour that mouth one more time before you’d orgasm. It was easier said than done considering how high on each other you both were and out of breath. It was sloppy, desperate, and Yoongi couldn’t hold it anymore.

A cuss slipped his lips and his weight felt heavier on top of you. His hips moved harder, getting you closer and tighter to your climax.

“You’re squeezing me so tight.” He groaned.

It didn’t take much more, the thread you were hanging onto was dangerously thin and with another deep push you came undone in a wave of ecstasy and relief. In that moment you didn’t care if anyone heard the loud moan that escaped you followed by his name. You were aching and numb but Yoongi gave a single short final thrust before his own strength gave in and he came hard and heavy. A sigh of relief mixed with a deep moan. “Ah fuck…” He let out, burying his face in your neck with a nuzzle and inhaling your scent.

You both remained silent for a moment as you regained your senses and calmed down. Yoongi shifted carefully and pulled out. He rolled onto his back next to you and pulled a hand back through his semi-wet hair.

“That was incredible.”

You nodded silently in agreement, processing the moment. “You get a little deprived now and then.”

“To say the least. The most action you’d get here is crying and jerking off in the shower as therapy. It doesn’t even feel good. It’s just sad.” He confessed with a soft chuckle, shaking his head. “Can’t imagine what it’d be like for you.”

“I had a toy.”

“Ah, all sorted then.”

“A human toy.”

Yoongi pushed himself up on his elbow. “Really?”

“It only happened a few times. There were no feelings. One of my crew members had a thing for being used. It was a little weird, but whatever.”

“Used?” Yoongi questioned curiously.

“I don’t know if it was a full fetish or just a kink, but he enjoyed it… I got tired of it. It lacked passion.”

“Like fucking a toy.” Yoongi added and caressed his hand over your abdomen.

“Pretty much.”

“Dominance.” Yoongi said.

“Huh?”

“You radiate dominance.”

“I think you do too.”

He smirked shyly and laid back down to look up at the ceiling.

That night you slept in Yoongi’s bed.

In the morning you could spot the hub in the near distance, and it appeared to be a large one, much to your relief. It almost felt like arriving to a holiday resort after months of hard work.

You had breakfast together and JK declared that he was 100% sure that there just had to be a tattoo place at the hub.

“Don’t wander off too much when we’re there though… let’s stick together.” Yoongi said in a serious tone, looking down at his plate.

“I need to check the hospital if they have a better ointment for burns and potentially some steroid cream.” Hope pointed out, caring as always.

“Is it healing well?” JK asked.

“It’s getting there slowly. Just trying to avoid infection and keep it clean.” Hope answered for you.

“I want to buy hope a gift.” You said.

“Me!?” He cried out.

“Yes, oh humble doctor Hope, You. You’ve been treating my every wound better than any doctor I’ve ever encountered.”

He looked down smiling. “It’s just my duty…”

“The most important duty.” Yoongi corrected. “Remember when JK’s toenail got infected last month?”

JK yelled something inaudible to try and cover Yoongi’s word. “No! No. We are NOT talking about that trauma.”

“It wasn’t nice.” Hope whispered to you and shook his head.

“Had to amputate his toe.” Yoongi said.

“NO. I have 10 toes.”

“Nine.”

“10!”

“Nine and a half.” Yoongi teased with a grin.

“You’re so annoying.” JK pouted.

“He keeps the 10th toe in a box under his bed.”

JK let out a frustrated cry and slouched down in his chair and you gave him a comforting caress on his muscular back.

Yoongi was seated in the captain’s seat, you by the HDC as you approached the hub. Some smaller vessels were coming in and out from the other side, already showing promising signs that the hub wasn’t abandoned.

“R1-B16 requesting permission to dock.” Yoongi said over the comms.

A few second later a voice responded back. “R1-B16 clear to dock. Gate 4 is ready for you.”

You had your hands behind your head, watching as you approached the gate to dock. The gate was an airlock room, sort of like a garage but with access to maintenance supplies. Most times these hubs were staffed by humans and AI-bots combined and this one clearly was one as you spotted a bot roll its way across the floor in the gate and began to project instructions like left, right, approach and stop. Nifty little bots. Once it showed stop the gate door shut behind you and the bot projected the words “WAIT, AIRLOCK CLOSING”. The door completely shut, and you felt the shift as the gravitational pull tugged the ship down slightly. The little bot projected “WELCOME”.

“Cute.” You pointed out and stood up from your seat. As you walked past Yoongi’s seat you felt something touch your arm.

“Hey.” He said and turned to look back at you. “Stay close, ok? Don’t wander off.” His fingers caressed your hand.

“Ok.” You nodded and headed out.

The ramp of the ship lowered and the 4 of you stepped out. The bot rolled up eagerly and scanned you and you couldn’t resist caressing its head. It let out a whistling sound and “>w<” appeared as its facial expression. The bot’s mission was to protect the ship for you.

You headed out of the gate and down a staircase the lead into the bustling centre of the hub.

“Ok eyes out for a tattoo place now everyone.” JK announced and looped his arm in yours.

“Ok well if you two are heading to get inked, me and Yoongi can go to the hospital during.” Hope suggested.

“How long does it take for the tattoo?” You asked JK.

“Maybe 15 minutes or so, they use laser tech so it’s a lot quicker than back in the day when they used the needle." he said.

"Wait there once you’re done. We’ll meet you there once we’ve been at the hospital.” Yoongi said.

And the 4 of you split into 2.

JK’s face lit up when he spotted the neon sign spelling out the exact words he’d been looking for.

You went in together and were greeted by a bot. JK agreed to get his done first so you could see how it was done. He crossed his arms over his front and pulled his top over his head, revealing numerous pieces of art scattered over his chest, ribs and arms. Along his ribs “R1-B16” was inked, giving you an idea for a second tattoo…

Once JK’s new tattoo was done, it was your turn and you told the artist about your design ideas and he immediately went to work. She held up the laser torch to your throat and began to draw the design, making her way down and between your breasts to the end of your chest bone. You were covering yourself with your hands so JK wouldn’t get gaze access to restricted areas, but he was welcome to watch the artist work on you.

“Looks sick.” He commented as she finished up the final details.

She applied some ointment to your design and then took a hold of your wrist where she quickly and neatly tattooed the name of your previous crew.

“And you’re all done.” She smiled, covered in tattoos herself and gave your wrist a quick rub of ointment.

You walked up to the mirror and checked at the newly done work. It felt like seeing an upgraded version of yourself in the reflection. The intricate design making its way down your throat between your chest and the honouring on your wrist. You pulled your top back on and tucked it back into your cargo pants and right on queue the little entrance bot made a welcoming tune. Yoongi and Hope entered, Hope holding a box of supplies.

“We just finished up.” JK smiled and grabbed the box from Hope without question.

Yoongi’s eyes lingered at your throat, and you could see him swallow as he gave a shy nod.

“Told you it’d suit you.” He said and gestured to his own neck. He was holding back.

JK and Hope went ahead to drop the box off in the ship.

“They’re going to get started on the maintenance check and service… so if there is anything else you want to check out, feel free. I’ll accompany you.” Yoongi said, sliding his hands into his pockets.

The plan was for you to stay at the hub for about 3 days while performing maintenance on the ship and gradually restocking.

There was however something you missed…

“I miss my gun.” You told him. “I want my gun back… and some clothing options would be nice… and a bra.”

“What model did you use?”

“Are you asking for my bra size?”

“Your gun.” He gave a stern look, but his embarrassment was showing in his cheeks.

You chuckled. “I’m messing with you. It was a laser pistol, 88G… I even had it custom painted in metallic purple.”

“Sounds sexy.”

“It was.”

“I’m sure you can find a G88 at the weapon dealers, maybe not a purple but at least something. They’re pretty expensive though.” Yoongi said as the two of you began walking.

Luckily in this world you weren’t tied to a card, so you hadn’t lost your money. Balance was registered on your personal ID number.

You stopped walking as a thought struck.

“… Is your balance even active…. If they think you’re dead?” You asked him in a lowered voice.

“It’s complicated… but so far we’ve gotten away with these.” Yoongi said and fished out a dog tag necklace tucked in his shirt. It was engraved with his ID and the R1 symbol.

“Maintenance and such is obviously covered by the Atlas but other stuff we just hope they have a tab.”

“II guess they trust R1s to pay them back.” That explains why JK casually suggested to put the tattoo fee on his tab… “Whatever you need, I’ll cover it.”

“Don’t worry about it.”

“I rarely spend, let me treat you.” You smiled and headed to one of the balance check screens.

You roughly recalled what you had left in your balance but once you input your id and your safe code… the screen lit up with significantly more than you recalled.

“You weren’t kidding…” Yoongi commented.

You swallowed.

The transaction history gave it away and it felt like a heavy pit in your stomach, and you quickly exited the screen.

+ 73,051 INHERITANCE: ID4198TR660 – Deceased

+ 114,599 INHERITANCE: ID5348YY340 – Deceased

+ 98,001 INHERITANCE: ID0411TK781 – Deceased

+ 211,081 INHERITANCE: ID6788HJ002 – Deceased

You bit your lip. “You registered them?”

“Of course we did.”

The surrounding public was stopping you from crying out and gripping onto Yoongi.

But he could tell you were uneasy and gently held his hand secured to your lower back.

“Do you want to head back to the ship?”

You swallowed.

“No… No, I’m ok.” You lied. “I want my gun.”

Of course it wasn’t YOUR gun, but it was the exact same model, metallic silver instead of purple.

“This one good?” The dealer asked, holding it out in his hands.

“Perfect. I’ll take it and the red one. And two packs of refills please.”

You paid and the dealer packed them up in a secure briefcase-like box each and handed them to you.

“If you ever need them serviced, don’t hesitate to stop by.” The dealer said.

“Thank you.”

Yoongi was stood by the entrance, acting like a door guard watching over you.

“I hope you like red.” You said and pressed one of the boxes to his chest.

“Thanks.”

“How come you never had one?” You said and walked with him towards were they sold clothing.

“I never said I never had one, I used to have one. A revolver. It was jet black, but I lost it during our last mission.”

“What about JK and Hope?”

“JK is more of a hands-on and knives guy, Hope has a few. But they’re his and they’re advanced type stuff for combat in field.”

“Riffles?”

Yoongi nodded.

You picked up a pair of better fitting cargo pants, despite the oversized ones being to your liking along with a pair of skin-tight black leggings. A few sports bras, underwear, socks and some tops, a jumper and some holsters and harnesses. A chest one and a thigh one for your gun. Some variation finally and tighter fitted clothing was better for combat and easier to move around in.

“Are you sure you don’t need anything else?” You asked again.

Yoongi shrugged, holding a humble pile of purely boxers.

“Holster?”

“Have one.”

“Fair enough. If you change your mind, we can always come back tomorrow.” You said and went to pay. Yoongi placed his pile on top of yours and the shopkeeper placed it all in a fabric bag.

Once back at the ship the gate bot greeted you with a whistling tune and JK was already up on an elevated platform fixing something on the ship’s exterior.

You headed up the ramp and straight to your room and stripped out of your clothing. You placed it in a pile in the bathroom to wash later and unpacked the new items into your drawers, already forgetting about Yoongi’s boxers.

You placed them on the bed to hand to him later and put on a new set of underwear. Thanked the space lords for finally bestowing a bra upon you and pulled on the tight leggings, the thigh holster and the jumper. The gun case was resting on the bed.

You opened it eagerly, the stainless-steel reflecting from the light. It was light weight but powerful. You secured all parts of it, locked it and slid it into the holster on your thigh.

Things finally began to feel a bit more familiar again.

You grabbed the pile of boxers and headed back out. You knocked on Yoongi’s door but there was no response so you took the freedom to step in.

The brand new gun case was placed on his desk.

You placed the pile of boxers on his bed and headed back out again. Where was he?

He wasn’t in the kitchen or in the front either.

You headed into the infirmary and found Hope packing out the large box.

“Oh hey.” He looked up with a found smile. “New fit?”

“Finally.” You smiled.

“Oh! Good thing you’re here. They had both the ointment and the cream.” He said cheerfully and reached for the two tubes placed next to the box.

"Three times a day.” He said. “Third time, come to me. I’ll clean it and check on it.”

“Thanks Hope.”

He patted you shoulder encouragingly.

“Have you seen Yoongi?”

“He headed back into the hub again.”

“Alone?”

“He said he’d be back soon. Maybe getting some food stock for dinner. It’s been a while since we had something fresh.” He didn’t appear worried.

If he was going to head out and buy more stuff he could’ve have your ID instead of putting more things on his tab… Once he unlocked his account again he’d most likely be in dept once all the tab payment requests came flooding.

“If you need anything just let me know Hope, I have access to my balance and I don’t want you all going into tab dept.”

“I appreciate the offer.” He smiled. You should get him a thank you gift for helping you with your wounds… A quest for tomorrow. The hub was so large it felt like you’d barely seen half of it today.

You got back out on the ramp again to check on JK and gave him the same offer if he needed anything. The little gate bot rolled up to you and you asked it to list what the Hub offered.

The list was overwhelming to say the least… there was even a pleasure centre open at “night hours”. Weaponry, clothing, tools and gadgets, food markets and stalls, the tattoo place, even a hairdresser. Nightclub, gambling tent, pleasure centre, bar, bot shop and the list kept going on.

“I’d get a bot if it was as cute as you.” You said and caressed its round head, making the ^w^ face appear again.

After a while Yoongi returned. Hope was correct with his assumption.

You were servicing the HDC and running system checks to make sure everything was good since it hadn’t been used in a while. JK said he would be checking the exterior of the HDC too. As the last scan came back good, Yoongi entered behind you.

“I went to get some fresh stock. Thought we’d celebrate being able to get here thanks to you… and celebrate our new crew member.” His tone was shy.

“I thought you said we shouldn’t go out into the hub alone.”

“I said you shouldn’t.” He clarified and stepped in front of you on the chair. He noted your change of clothing and his eyes did a quick travel up and down.

“How come? You made me think this hub was sketchy or that you were a wanted criminal or something.”

“Aren’t all defectors wanted?”

“Touché.”

“Didn’t want you to get lost or kidnapped I guess, maybe I’m a bit overprotective.” He said, crossing his arms over his chest and leaned against the control panel.

“What would I do if you got kidnapped though?”

“Why would anyone kidnap me? I’m registered as deceased. My kidnapper would be so disappointed to find all my funds blocked. “

“You could pretend to be a ghost there to haunt them.”

Yoongi let out a soft snort, the corners of his mouth twisting into a shy smile.

“With my funds blocked I wouldn’t be able to bail you out if you got into trouble either. They don’t do tabs for prison custody.”

“Damn… I was planning to commit arson tomorrow. You’ve ruined my plans now.”

After what was perhaps the most delicious food you’ve had in years you retreated to your room.

You unclasped the holster and placed it with the gun on the shelf and took a seat on the bed to unlace your boots. You leaned back against the wall with a deep breath and exhaled slowly.

You felt hopeful, but you still had questions you wanted the answers to… You sat with your thoughts for a while when a knock at your door interrupted you.

“Yeah?” You called out.

For some reason you didn’t expect it to be Yoongi, but it was. He’d just showered by the looks of it, hair still wet, fresh comfy clothes and all. Black sweats and a black Tee to be exact.

“You here to ask if I’ll bail you out for your crimes?” You asked.

He chuckled. “I have some crimes you could deal with if you like.” He said and sat down next to you on the bed.

“I knew you were a criminal Yoongi. What did you do?” The sound of his own name made him react with shyness.

“I asked someone to take their clothes off so I could get a proper look at their new tattoo.”

“So you’re trespassing my clothing now?”

“Didn’t I do that last night too?... I trespassed a whole lot I’d say.”

You slipped your arms out of the sleeves and pushed the jumper up over your head followed by the sports bra. At first your chest seemed to have his full attention but then he shifted closer and tilted your chin up to get a better view.

He nodded approvingly as his eyes studied the ink, slowly travelling down and tracing his finger along it, causing you to shiver and your nipples to harden.

“How come you don’t have any ink?” You asked him.

“Who said I didn’t? Maybe you didn’t look close enough last night.” He said in a low tone, almost a whisper.

He traced down to the end of the tattoo. “Beautiful.” He commented and reached to gently pinch you left nipple.

“Do you actually have one?” You asked, caressing his wrist.

“You even touched it.”

“I have some more trespassing to do.”

“Mmn, agree.” He said, cupping your breast.

He was grinning, clearly amused by something.

“What?”

“It’s just… it’s literally huge. But to be fair… you only ever saw my front last night.”

“Your dick?”

He leaned his head back and laughed.

His hand cupped your nape, pulling you closer.

“You’re funny you.” He whispered.

“It felt big.”

“Compliment accepted.” He said and let go of your nape. He sat up further and turned his back to you. He pulled his Tee up and off, exposing his muscular back and the huge dragon tattoo swirling up along his spine.

“Holy fuck…” You touched your fingers to the head of the dragon and traced along it’s body to it’s tail. “It’s beautiful.”

“Thanks.” He said, shy tone returned.

“Any more?”

He nodded.

“More!?” You repeated eagerly.

He stood up from the bed, still turned away from you and reach down to his right leg, tugging the sweats up over his calf, revealing another.

A koi.

“You have a thing for scales?”

“The fish is because I’m a Pisces, but the koi fit the theme with the dragon.” He explained.

“Is your Chinese sign a dragon?” You asked.

Yoongi sat back down on the bed again. “No, but I have that too.”

“A third tattoo?”

“No.” He shook his head.

“What’s your Chinese sign then?”

“Rooster.”

You paused briefly before it clicked.

“Please leave my room.”

Yoongi laughed. “I’m sorry.”

You couldn’t help but let out a chuckle too.

“You brought it up first.” He pointed out.

“Yeah I did… last night.”

“Ok, I’m leaving.” He stood up but was stopped by your hand on his wrist.

“You set me up with that one. I had to.”

You were both blushing but grinning widely.

He sat back down again.

“Sex, guns and laughter? You’re spoiling me.” He said and brushed a hand through his wet hair. It looked good, slicked back like that.

You shrugged… clearly the two of you had a connection. You clicked. Yoongi reached for your hand and caressed his thumb over your knuckles softly.

“I’ll leave if you want to be alone… but I’m here if you need me.”

“I want you.” You corrected.

He smiled shyly.

You swung your leg over his, placing your hands on his shoulders as you straddled him.

He looked at you with a surprised expression, hands finding your hips.

“But we’re doing it like this tonight.” You said and cupped his face. Your lips pressed against his firmly and his hands slid from your hips to your butt, squeezing gently. This was going to become a routine.

“I want to lick along your tattoo so bad.”

“Hope will kill you if you infect it.”

He scoffed. “Some things are worth dying for.”

He pressed his lips to the side of your throat, cautiously avoiding the raw skin and his hands slipped back up. His fingers gently traced along your spine, sending shivers throughout your body and on their way back down he slid them in under the hem of your pants and underwear.

You reached between you, tugging the hem of his sweats down without much success. Impatient, you stood on your knees and tugged your own down along with your panties, slipping your legs out one at the time and tossing them to the floor together. Yoongi quickly tugged his sweats down to his thighs, kicking them off to reveal his veiny erection.

You sat back down again and reached your hand around his dick, stroking it gently and pressing your lips to his again. He groaned against them, hands coming to squeeze your hips as he deepened the kiss, slipping his tongue in. His hands struggled to stay still and one slipped down the curve of your behind and between your thighs, touching where you were aching the most. Without warning he eased two of his fingers in gently, making the ache even worse.

He pulled away from the kiss, slightly out of breath. “If I’m as big as you claim, I better warm you up a little first.” He teased.

“I enjoy a good stretch.” You said, squeezing him tighter in your hand, making him let out another groan. You were going to have the upper hand here.

“But you feel so warm and soft.” He teased and scissored his fingers, causing your wetness to leak down his hand. He smiled with satisfaction.

His fingers curled and you squirmed, clenching tighter around his fingers but cursing under your breath.

“If you keep doing that I’m going to come.”

“I want you to.” He smirked and curled his fingers in a faster rhythm, making you moan.

“Not yet.”

His motion stopped and he slipped his fingers out, slipping them in between his lips instead. His expression spoke the words “I can do whatever I want”.

You placed your hands on his shoulders and pushed back up on your knees to get as close to him as possible. His eyes studied your face eagerly and he slipped his fingers back out slowly and wrapped his arm around your waist. The other reached behind and he grabbed himself for you.

You eased lower, his tip poking at your entrance and pushed down. The feeling of him slipping in was filling and stretching. He leaned his head back in pleasure and ran his hands up your thighs with a deep sigh as you pushed down all the way, clenching him tightly. You swayed your hips from side to side, adjusting to his size and driving him crazy.

Your hands cupped the sides of his neck, his slipping down over your butt and you began to move. His hands held you firmly, directing your movements as you bounced, head still leaned back, but gaze on your new tattoo.

“You’re amazing.” He said in a daze.

“Hm? How does it feel?” You asked, leaning in closer.

“So damn tight and wet.” He groaned, voice huskier than before.

You pressed your hand against the front of his throat, pinning him back against the wall with his face tilted up. He grinned.

“You like this, captain?” You teased, moving deeper and harder.

“Yeah.” He panted.

“How much.”

“You’ll be able to tell real soon.” His voice was strained.

You ran your hand down over his chest and his hand reached in between you and a strong finger pressed against your clit. A whimper escaped you when he added pressure and began to rub it. Real soon he said… he wasn’t joking.

His thighs were flexed, teeth biting down into his lower lip, finger pressing firmer and faster. No sounds other than your heavy breathing and the wet skin to skin sound. You were reaching your breaking point as his finger pushed you closer to the edge. Everything tightening and tensing before the wave of pleasure took over in a pulsing tight squeeze.

“Ah, fuck.” He groaned, removing his finger and wrapping his arms around your waist squeeze tight, pressing you down on him deep as he throbbed and came.

He looked up at you with dark eyes, lips parted and cheeks pink. You grabbed his face and kissed him. His hands ran up your back, holding you close to him.

The next night you snuck into his room. Immediately as you entered his lips crashed against yours, pinning you back against the door. His hands eagerly undressed you and then himself, leaving your clothes at the door. He picked you up, carried you to his bed, his lips attacking the side of your throat rougher than the previous nights. Your back fell to the bed and he climbed on top, grabbed your knees, spreading your legs apart for him and shifted down.

His lips pressed against your clit, hands keeping your thighs spread wide. His tongue exploring and licking with no mercy. The surprise of intense pleasure making you arch your back and scream out a loud moan. Your hands grabbed his hair, making him groan and look up at you.

“You.” He grinned and climbed up over you, elbows by either side of your head.

“Fine, you win tonight.” You panted.

“Win? I didn’t know we were competing.” He kissed your nose. “You called me captain yesterday. I’m just reminding you that I am.” His gaze was dark.

“You look amused.” He pointed out.

“I am.”

His expression grew serious.

“Show me what you got then captain.”

He pressed his nose to your temple. “I’ll show you so good, you won’t be able to leave my side tomorrow unless I carry you.” He pressed a kiss to your ear.

“I’m intrigued.” You smirked.

The corner of his mouth twitched.

He pressed his palms firmly to your inner thighs, pushing you apart even more before positioning himself. He traced your slit with his tip a few times before pressing against your entrance and pushing in furiously slow. Making you feel the stretch by each millimetre. Definitely intended to tease you thought but once all the way he began to thrust deeply right away… and hard.

You wrapped your arms around him, more to hold onto anything for support as he went hard. Your hands pressed against the dragon on his back. His lips found back to your neck, sucking and kissing roughly as he focused deep.

“This is just warm up.” He whispered between the kisses. His hand came up to grope your breast and you let out a moan.

The deep pressure was building up fast, keeping quiet was going to be hard… Little whimpers escaped you with each deep thrust, much to his delight when suddenly he broke the pressure and your orgasm took over, making you whimper even louder as you squeezed him tight.

“Good.” Was all he said and pushed up to pull out. He paused and grinned. “I’ve got you all creamy.”

He flipped you over onto your stomach and you could feel his weight get on top of you, he thrusted back in from behind, overwhelming your body with pleasure. Your heart was in your throat, he was already going fast and hard, groaning loudly as he took you. His hands squeezed your sides and he hummed deeply by your ear.

“Bet your little toy never did this to you.”

“He could never…” You grinned, resting you chin against your hands.

He thrusted a few more times, grunting with each before pushing himself up against you firmly and deeply, thigh trembling and with a sharp thrust he let out a deep moan as he came. He rode it out gently before pulling out.

You rolled back onto your back independently before he could flip you over, tugging him down on top of you for a heated tongue kiss. His hands travelled up your outer thighs, pressing them to him so you’d wrap your legs around his waist. Carefully, without breaking the kiss he lifted you up, walked over to his desk and lied you back down on it.

He grabbed your ankles, placing them over his shoulder and held a hand to your hip, the other guiding him back in again.

“You’re wild tonight.” You smirked.

“Are you enjoying it?” He asked, pushing back in all the way with ease.

“I’m feeling like a queen.”

He smiled shyly and placed his other hand on your hip as well, squeezing gently to hold you stable as he began to move.

“I’ve been enjoying myself a lot more since we got you onboard.” He snapped his hips harder.

“So, I’m welcome to stay?”

“You don’t have a choice.”

You could feel something leak down your slit as he worked his hips against you, it felt slick so you could guess what it was. You gazed into his eyes and they were watching you back intensely. The tips of his hair were wet from the sweat forming on his forehead and his skin was glowing.

Suddenly a knock was heard on the door, startling you both.

“Who is it?” Yoongi called out, trying to sound calm.

It was Hope’s voice responding, asking if Yoongi had seen you. “We’ve been looking all over the ship and she isn’t in her room.” JKs voices added.

Your heart grew panicked.

“That’s because she’s in here with me.” Yoongi called out and you slapped you hand over your mouth.

He nodded for you with a stern look to say something.

“I’ll be out when we’ve finished talking!”

“Ok!” You could hear the smile in his voice and the sounds of footsteps fading.

“That was the most terrifying moment in my life.” You whispered.

“Why?” Yoongi asked, carefully returning to his rhythm.

“Mn- because what if they would’ve- come in?”

“So?”

“They would’ve seen us.”

“So?” He repeated, feeling up one of your thighs.

“Wouldn’t it be embarrassing?”

“For them perhaps, I have nothing to feel ashamed of.” He smirked. “Neither do you.” He kissed your leg. His rhythm was slow and deep. “I’m almost a little jealous… You’re being treated by Hope, JK is dragging you around to get tattoos with him and I… I’m taking care of your needs.”

“I’d like to claim that we’re taking care of each other’s needs.”

“Agreed.” He confessed and began to thrust a little faster. “I very much agree.” His grip on you tightened, the sound of wet skin slapping echoing in the room. To say he took care of your needs was an understatement. In all the years you’d been active in the combat unit, you’d never been satisfied like this, over and over and over again. It was also helping you take your mind off things. The tightening feeling was returning and you could tell you were close to come undone again, Yoongi too.

He was becoming more vocal again, panting heavily and moaning as he felt you tighten up and grip him again. He focused deeper, going harder, building up and even tighter tension, fingers digging into your hips as he finished you both off. The tightness snapped, he buried himself deeper with a load groan. You orgasmed. He came.

You took a moment to calm down and Yoongi carefully pulled out and helped you down from his desk. As you stood up you felt unexpectedly lightheaded and held onto Yoongi for support until it got better. He gathered your clothes up and placed them on the bed and sat down next to them. You reached for your underwear, turned away and bent over slightly to step back into them when you heard Yoongi stutter. You looked over your shoulder, pulling your panties up over your hips.

He was hiding his grin with his fist.

“What?”

“Saw something hot, don’t mind me.”

“Who, me?”

“Yes, with something oozing out of you.”

You scoffed, smiling shyly and tossed his top towards him playfully.

You were seated on the table in the infirmary. Hope was carefully cleaning your burn with some disinfectant and being gentle as always.

“Are you feeling ok?” He asked, applying some more disinfectant to the cotton pad.

“It doesn’t sting too bad.”

“Hmm, well aside the burn. Your bruise seems to be staring to fade now at least.” He said and gently touched your temple.

“Aside the burn… I haven’t really had time to think about the though stuff. So these past days I’ve felt more like myself again... A little.”

Hope smiled sweetly and poured some ointment in his gloved palm. “That’s good to hear.”

“Hope, can I ask you something?” You asked after a brief pause.

“Of course!” He shone up and began applying the ointment.

“If it’s too sensitive don’t bother answering… but what actually happened on your last mission?”

Hope let out a soft sigh. “Our crew was cut short, to word it less dramatic...” He said and gently rubbed. “We were going into one of the bases of the higher order to take them down. It was all a part of a bigger attack to regain territory of the K12 zone. Combat unit was busy serving as a distraction for our infiltration and it didn’t go as planned.” He poured out some more ointment in his palm.

“What happened?”

“Well, we did the same tactic we’ve always done. Stealth shield, get into one of the gates. JK would deactivate the bot system and work from the ship on taking down the servers. I’d keep watch outside with 2 of the others and Yoongi would take the lead with 2. Find the control room, kill anyone you see on the way, kill everyone in the control room. Deactivate all systems then we’d head back to ship and get out as soon as we can and…”

“Blow it up?”

Hope nodded. “A massive firework. Just as impressive each time… But it didn’t go to plan…” You could tell the topic was heavy for him. “They must’ve known of the R1 unit, there would be no other way they could’ve seen us coming it… I’ll never forget the sight… Their eyes were still open when I saw them. Only for a second because I had to run… but a second was enough you know?” His lip trembled as he pulled off his gloves. “Yoongi headed in first, they took the two with him down immediately and he ran back to stop me and the others. They struck him in his calf, but he grabbed me, I was nearest. Told me to get out and I turned, seeing them on the floor… two more shots and the people with me fell like… like ragdolls. Yoongi took a shot in the back trying to get me out and we made it out back to the ship. I had to carry Yoongi the rest of the way, he was almost out and JK came to help and we got out of there as fast as we could and…. And we thought we’d blow it up but we couldn’t because our HDC pilot he… was there on the floor… like a ragdoll. So we just got out as fast as we could… I treated Yoongi. JK drove us out of the zone… The Atlas assumed they got us all.”

You caressed Hope’s shoulder reassuringly. “I still see my crew’s bodies in my nightmares… lying in the scraps in the most unnatural ways… I could swear that my co-pilot spine was snapped in half based on how she was posed.”

Hope let out a long sigh.

“Do you have any recollection of who shot you? Potential target practice for you if we ever stumbled upon those bastards.”

“I’ve begun to remember a bit more of what happened, but I don’t remember who. I recall the ship being chased for a long time before they opened fire.”

“Maybe one of the sniper jets of the higher order?” Hope suggested.

“Possibly. I doubt I’ll remember any details. But that’s probably what it was.” You said, yet a feeling of doubt lingered in your mind.

“They’re the most dangerous… but usually they go for specific targets. Sort of like hitmen.”

“They had many reasons to go after us.” You said, unaware of your own words. It was almost like your muscle memory of the phrase stepped in for you.

“What would that be?”

As Hope asked… the puzzle pieces in your brain suddenly fell into place again.

You looked up at him.

He was wrapping your leg with gauze and met your eyes.

“They had reasons… to go after us.” Your smile was wide, like you’d just realized something so absurd it wasn’t believable.

“Who?” Hobi asked.

You brushed your hair back, resting your hand on top of your head. “The fucking Atlas.” You laughed, memories falling back into place like you’d just stepped under a waterfall of them.

“The… The Atlas shot you down?” Hope asked, stunned.

“Yeah, it sounds as unbelievable as it feels… I remember it all now. The fucking Atlas.” You felt you anger grow. You stepped down from the table in the infirmary and headed out to find Yoongi.

Hope hurried after you, concerned and confused.

“Yoongi!” You called out, storming down the hallway into the main room of the ship where Yoongi and JK were seated. He stood up and approached you.

“She says... the Atlas shot her down.” Hope stuttered. Yoongi looked at you with a serious expression.

“I need you to take down the Atlas for me.” You said sternly.

JK appeared equally confused and shocked.

“The Atlas… shot your ship down?” Yoongi questioned, sounding doubtful.

“It was the Atlas.” You looked into his dark eyes, your words strong with confidence.

“Do you remember what the ship looked like?” He asked, treating the question like a sensitive trigger point.

“Yes.” You refused to break eye contact. “And I’m going to kill everyone on board of that fucking ship.”

You studied the confused faces looking at you, realizing that they didn’t know what you knew.

“The Atlas signed a secret deal with the higher order, nobody was meant to know, but my crew got a hold of the documents and that’s why they shot us down. We were going to expose them. Hope, those who warned the base about you coming was the Atlas. It was all the Atlas!”

Yoongi leaned against the table for support while he tried to process.

“It bothers me how it makes sense… but what was the deal?” Yoongi said, his expression strained.

“They signed to assassinate everyone among the defectors who had previous connections with the higher order. The Atlas believed they were spies and the higher order was in on it knowing they’d just be eradicating their main concern of ex insiders leaking their secrets for them. They fooled them but The Atlas didn’t want to risk anything.”

Yoongi slammed his fist into the table.

“Fuck!” He screamed.

“Someone on your crew must’ve had previous connections…”

“Yeah, it’s me.” Yoongi growled and slammed the table again. Your eyes went wide.

“How?”

“My father was a unit official, I trained to join the pilot force and defected when I was 16.” He muttered… They never assumed that we failed, they assumed that they succeeded.” He slammed the table again.

“And they were going to kill all of us for that?” JK added.

“Apparently.” Yoongi snapped and aimed to punch the table again, but you grabbed his wrist.

“Your knuckles are already bruised enough.”

He pulled his wrist free and cupped your face with both his hands. “I promise you I’m going to kill every single fucker onboard the Atlas, you hear me?”

Hope looked with wide eyes, likely questioning if he was currently dreaming.

“Not without me, you’re not.”

Yoongi grinned, put he was clearly enraged.

“JK, check the radar history from the day of the crash. Hope, close the ramp. I’m getting us out of here first thing in the morning.”

It felt weird going to bed that night.

Your crew’s final mission would be fulfilled. You caressed the tattoo on your wrist.

But Yoongi used to be a part of the higher order?

Your head was spinning with thoughts and adrenaline.

Did Yoongi actually have feelings for you…? You’d be fine with it just being a benefit thing but… thinking back it probably wasn’t a sole benefit for him… You shook your head, tossed and turned.

Suddenly your door opened carefully and Yoongi stepped in wordlessly and got in under the covers behind you. Had you been thinking hard enough to the point of accidently summoning him?

He slipped his arm around your waist.

“I just wanted to make sure you don’t hate me.” He whispered, sounding slightly calmer than before. But anxious.

You looked over your shoulder.

“Why would I hate you?”

He shrugged. “My past or the fact that I wanted to seek out the Atlas for all the wrong reasons…”

“You didn’t know... and I didn’t remember.”

“I could’ve figured it out.”

“No, you couldn’t. We got it leaked to us from an inside source close to the Atlas.”

He squeezed you tighter.

“… I’m scared.” He whispered. “I don’t want to lose any more people…” He kissed your nape… confirming one of your thoughts.

You reached for his hand and held it up to your face. It was bruised badly.

“Why would you hurt yourself like this…” You sighed.

“Did I scare you?”

“Yes. I care about you.”

You could feel him sigh against your nape and he nuzzled the back of your head softly. “Promise you won’t leave me then…”

“Can I ask you a question first?” You looked over your shoulder again, still holding his hand.

“Mn?”

“Are you in love with me?”

“… I think so.”

You stood with JK looking through the radar history together. Yoongi was still asleep when you woke up and you left him to rest a little longer.

“This is from about 26 minutes before we got the mayday.” JK said and pointed towards the list. “So if this is your ship, this must be the Atlas… which is odd.” He inhaled deeply and his brows narrowed.

“Odd in what way?”

JK shrugged. “I’d assume they’d have some sort of radar blocker or shield. Unless it’s a cover up.”

“A cover up?”

“Basically if you look up the radar id it’s just show up as your common random ship rather than what it actually is. A fake radar code basically. Rather than not showing up at all you appear as something seemingly innocent.” JK explained and sat down by the computer.

“I’ll assume we can’t track the cover up code?”

JK shook his head. “No. If it is a cover up, it would change radar id in a regular timeframe to remain untraceable.” He explained while opening some program. “However… I know how to trace the hidden data within the code… and that doesn’t change.” He began to move his fingers across the keyboard. “Unless they have something blocking it but I’ve seen this pattern before…. It should be possibly… but it’ll take a while.”

You looked with fascination as rivers of code flooded down the monitor and JK’s eyes studying across them like a foreign language he spoke fluently, talking to him in text.

In the same moment Hope entered, dressed in his normal attire, and rubbing a towel to his damp hair.

“JK in the zone.” He sang out. “You’re not going to get through to him now.”

Clearly true, you got up and headed into the front of the ship, claiming your seat by the HDC.

You looked down at your nails, poking back the cuticles aimlessly. It was a restless habit you’d have for as long as you could remember. You’d come to prefer not being along with your thoughts these days, simply because it was easier not thinking about the tangled mess going on in your head. It was like avoiding the elephant in the room, except this one was in your head and a professional contortionist. Processing everything… it still felt like a dream. And on top of it all, everything had changed so rapidly. Sure it was positive, you liked it on board the R1 but it had gone past so fast it felt like speed blindness had blurred everything along the way. Now with your memory back, it felt like your awareness had finally caught up to the speed… and Yoongi. Suddenly there was Yoongi. It almost felt too good to be true. Being happy or grateful for what had become out of the awful traumatic experience…. It felt forbidden in a way. You wanted to feel relief, happiness… everything was suddenly exciting again, there was meaning. But there was a fog of guilt spreading among it all.

You didn’t doubt that your crew wanted what was best for you and likely wished for you to be happy and would be happy for you if they knew where you were now but it felt… strange… it felt unfair. Like stealing the apples from somebody else’s tree, except the tree was your own and you had all rights to eat the apples…

A hand brushed against your shoulder gently.

“Are you ok?” Yoongi asked, appearing out of thin air like he’d been summoned again.

“Just… a bit overwhelmed.” You confessed. There was no point in hiding or pretending.

Yoongi reached for your forearm and took a gentle hold of it. “Come.” He said, pulling gently at it as he sat in the captain’s seat. “Come sit.” He repeated, patting his thigh with his other hand.

You got up and sat sideways across his lap. He pulled you up further against him and held you to his chest. He didn’t say much, just held you tight and ran his hand up and down your back soothingly. Giving you a safe space to cry if you needed to but not tears were coming to the surface.

You inhaled his scent and it had an oddly soothing and grounding effect on your state of mind. Comforting so to say…

You felt a soft kiss against your head and in that moment you felt pretty sure that you we’re probably falling in love with him too…

The nebula looked so unreal it felt like flying through a virtual art piece.

JK was still working on dismantling the code but he’d managed to narrow down the direction, so unless they’d completely gone off course the past days you could at least cruise in the direction of the zone they were likely in. Hope was trying to figure out the Atlas ship’s layout, comparing various blueprints to best plan your attack.

“Should we just launch at the ship?” You asked, breaking the long silence.

“It’s the easiest, but the best would probably be to go in and take them out… claim the ship. Get access to the systems and documents…”

“Who knows what they have on board that ship that we don’t know honestly…”

“Extra-terrestrial body parts in jars.”

“I sure hope not, that’s vial.” You said, gripping the gears tighter.

“My expectations are low, but my expectations to find more fucked up stuff is high. That’s why I don’t want to destroy the vessel.” Yoongi expressed.

“… maybe your guess isn’t too far off.”

“Cyborgs.” He mumbled, making you laugh out loud. This really wasn’t the time to laugh but… humour served as a coping mechanism.

“If they have a bot… I’m taking it. I want a pet.”

“JK could reprogram it for you, it might be hostile to us otherwise.”

“A bot? Hostile towards me? The bot at the hub loved me.”

“They’re designed like that.”

“Like what?”

“To love you.”

“So, you’re a bot?”

Yoongi was stunned.

“… beep.” He said, unenthusiastically.

“That’s bot for what?”

“Shut up.” He muttered, smiling shyly.

“You done?” JK’s voice startled you both. “I cracked it.” He said, looking both euphoric and exhausted at the same time. He held up a paper of his notes with various codes written with lines and figures and calculations.

“They’re in the K12 zone.”

“Fuck.” Yoongi sighed.

“The K12? Wasn’t that-“ You questioned and JK nodded mid-sentence.

“We should probably hurry.” Yoongi said and pushed some buttons at the panel. “JK tell Hope to get seated, we’re going full blaster.”

This was risky… extremely risky.

If the Atlas found out they didn’t take down the full crew… they’d become targets. Wanted. The holo-screens at the hub would show their photos with who knows how high of a reward listed below.

Since the attempt to claim the K12 it’d become sort of a grey zone, in control of whoever was there with most vessels. A conflict zone, but not an active war zone… you couldn’t really zoom past a higher order vessel expecting nothing to happen… both stuck to their own end of the zone if they had to go into it.

After about an hour at max throttle, you reached the border of the K12. You gripped the gear tighter, shifted in your seat and concentrated on the view ahead.

“Shield activated?”

“Shield activated.”

“Let’s find these fuckers.”

So far not a single vessel had been seen… except the one ominous dot on the radar screen. Ahead it was out of sight, but you were getting closer and closer.

A part of you just wanted to make it easy for yourself and blow it up. Just flipping the switch and sending a heavy projectile towards it. Just like they had.

“It’s similar to our ship… but it’s a different layout within.” Hope pointed out as the small spec made itself apparent among the nebula.

JK and Hope were stood between you and Yoongi, watching cautiously.

There was anxiety and tension in the air. You swallowed.

“If a see as much as a mere flinch, I’m firing the projectile. I’m not risking it.” You announced.

“You shouldn’t need, they’re cruising. They don’t know we know it’s them.” Yoongi said.

“Probably why they have a ship like ours…” Hope added.

“I was expecting something bigger, maybe they have a hub of their own somewhere.” JK pointed out.

“Now that’s something I’d want the coordinates for… and that’s likely available in their data.” Yoongi said, setting the ship to a casual cruise in a speed slightly higher than the Atlas.

You’d never seen or participated in an infiltration mission prior to this… and it felt weird. It felt so obvious… how couldn’t they notice the ship docking to theirs?

“The scan says 3 people onboard.” JK reported. “It’s an easy take out.”

“Any bots to watch out for?” You asked.

JK checked the scan again. “Only a service bot, it doesn’t pose a threat.”

“Docking.” Yoongi announced.

Your heart was beating rapidly.

“I’ll disable the locks.” JK said.

Hope touched your shoulder. “Gear up, we’ll head in first.”

“No, you won’t.” Yoongi interrupted. “I’ll go first. JK gather anything and everything, disable the main power units. Cause a blackout.”

There was a gentle jolt as the ship docked and JK immediately got onto the computer again, typing rapidly. No wonder the R1 were elites….

Yoongi took the lead, holding his new gun, followed by you and Hope.

The dock port clicked and Yoongi unhatched the heavy door. You climbed in the already blacked out vessel. In the distance you heard voices, muffled speech about “not again” “check the fuse”.

A vague red emergency strip was your only source of light and you stayed close to the walls. Hope leaned in by your ear. “Stick ahead, I’ll cover behind you. Follow Yoongi.” He whispered and the three of you spaced out slightly in distance.

You caught Yoongi’s eyes briefly at a corner as the red light pulsated in intensity.

There was a scrambled sound, a click and Yoongi was aiming. Before the man had a chance to say a sound, he received a shot between his eyebrows and fell lifeless to the ground. 1 down.

You followed his lead, carefully stepping over the pool of red that had formed on the ground.

At the next intersection of the hallway Yoongi took a left, but you hesitated. Yoongi’s look was stern, gesturing for you to come his way. But you needed one kill. The adrenaline was taking over and Yoongi couldn’t have forgotten already that you were the captain of a combat ship. You took a left.

You didn’t care if this caused him distress right now.

It appeared to be their kitchen. Hope got in behind you. You snuck through the empty kitchen, not a sound was heard at this point… the other two must be in the steering unit…

You headed out with Hope, into the main space where you spotted Yoongi again on the other side of the room, pressed against the wall. He mouthed “wait there.” And pointed the tip of his gun towards one of the doors closer to you and Hope.

You waited a few minutes but it felt like an eternity before the other crew members grew frustrated.

“How long does it check to fix a damn fuse!?” One questioned from inside and suddenly the door swung open in front of the two of you. You moved quick, Yoongi tracked behind the other crew member as you and Hope went in.

Without hesitation you aimed your gun at the back of the head of the person in the captain’s seat and shot. “Go help Yoongi.” You told Hope, lowering your gun and pulling the now lifeless body out of the seat to take her place at the controls and pulling the ship to a halt.

Hearing shots was always hard when you didn’t know where they came from. But to your relief, Yoongi and Hope returned within a minute.

“Too fucking easy.” Yoongi scoffed.

“JK you can boot it back up.” Hope spoke into the radio strapped to his harness.

The lights came back on, revealing the splats of red across the control monitor. Hope kneeled to inspect the body, placing his fingers by the neck confirming the state.

Yoongi’s chest was moving rapidly, out of breath from the beating rush within.

“You know what?” Yoongi asked, getting your and Hope’s attention. “We’re the new Atlas now.” He stated, pulling his hair back. “We’re leading the defectors from now on.”

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cherrysoulth · 1 year

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WHAT HIDES IN THE SHADOWS

💕Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

📝Summary:

"What hides in the shadows will let you see who you really are."

Protected by your family and the Guardians your whole life, you come across the creatures you have been sheltered from and your whole world loses its balance.

The truth of the Oath reveals itself as you walk your path through the shadows and start questioning all that has been taught to you since your childhood. Those who co-exist between both sides would be considered traitors by the humans, but if the Vampires were so bad, why did they allow the Guardians to exist? Why didn’t they overpower the entire human population after The Shadow Nights?

As you get into the depths of both the Guardians' and the Vampires' worlds the pieces fall in place and you discover secrets that have been hidden to the civilians like you. Secrets that will make you question the whole sense of your existence. Eventually bringing calamities upon your kin.

✏️Genre/au: Vampires, Alternative universe (Future of humanity), Sci-fi, Horror, Romance, Action, Vampires vs. Hunters

✏️Rating: PG 18+, explicit

⚠️Work warnings: angst, gore and blood, hierarchy, sire bond (implicit: dominance and obedience), alternative relationships (multi-partner relationships: polyamory, poligamia, etc), love triangles, toxic relationships, unhealthy relationships, rivalry, explicit smut, jealousy, ownership, manipulation. Be aware of each episode's warnings.

Hii! Did you stumble a cross this work? Glad yo're here 😊

This work has multiple chapters and I should be posting on the first and third monday of each month until its closure (depending on demand). Please, bare with me 💜

Note that English is not my first language, so please if you find grammar mistakes, let me know. :)

Thanks to @moonleeai for helping me with the summary 💜

Chapter 1: AWAKENING

Chapter 2: METAMORPHOSE I

Chapter 3: WISE IMMORTALITY

Chapter 4 : VERSUS I

Chapter 5: VERSUS II

Chapter 6: VERSUS III

Chapter 7:

Chapter 8:

Chapter 9:

Chapter 10:

Chapter 11:

Chapter 12:

Chapter 13:

Chapter 14:

Chapter 15:

Chapter 16:

Chapter 17:

Chapter 18:

Chapter 19:

Chapter 20:

EPILOGUE

#bts smut #taehyung x you #taehyung x reader #taehyung x oc #hierarchy #sire bond #alternative relationships #love triangles #rivalry #jealousy #bts angst #cw: gore #sci fi #Vampires vs hunters #taehyung au #taehyung vampire #bts vampire au

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btschooseafic · 1 year

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AO3 Recs

Solar by thornsonroses [completed]

Ot7, a/b/o dynamics, space au, academy au, military au

Seven cadets meet at the Moon Academy. / really cool world building, interesting combination of a/b/o and space tropes

#bts fanfic #bts fanfic recs #ot7 #ot7 x ot7 #a/b/o dynamics #omegaverse #space au #sci fi #academy au #military au #archive of our own #ao3 #thornsonroses

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lilprincegoo · 1 year

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I Couldn't Whisper (when you needed it shouted) by nunu_noodles

yoongi/jungkook

Soulmate AU, Soulmate-Identifying Marks, Android AU, Future AU, some sad feels, Human/Android racism, Sweet hopeful Jeongguk, World weary Yoongi

35.9k words

rating: M

“So weird,” Jieun continues, “I could’ve sworn you were a droid" He smiles and nods, keeps the smile on his face right up until he exits the small shop, shivering as the chilled spring air rips through his wet trousers. Eyes his brand new soul mate mark in terror. “But I am a droid,” He whispers to no one, confused. A solitary person standing alone in the surge of the city’s streets. People ebb and flow around him like an endless tide, oblivious to his inner turmoil. Droids are machines, and that means they can’t have soulmates. Right?

#ship: yoonkook #au: future #au: androids #au: sci fi #au: soulmates #angst #android jungkook #android x human #falling in love #past trauma #jungkook ship #yoongi ship #ao3 #bts fic rec #bts ficrec

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yeoubimoments · 9 months

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daily fic rec moon rise, it's your time by @/overflowingbookshelf

namgi ✦ 26k ✦ teen time travel, sci-fi, angst, hurt/comfort

i feel like this is something i say about all my favourite fics, but i really love this fic for how much it made me cry. it's beautifully written, hilarious at times and terribly SAD and REAL at others, and yeah it owns my heart.

summary:

Namjoon's palm rests steady on his bad shoulder, eases the blow. “Kim Seokjin passed away forty-five years ago. Again, I'm so, so sorry.”

Yoongi cries even harder now. Hard enough that his knees give out and he lands on the ground in front of Namjoon— Kim Namjoon, his lover's descendant, fucking great-great-grandson. Some kid that barely looks like him, that doesn't share a single quality with him except maybe, maybe something in his big, round lips. And how annoying that he's right, that Seokjin would lose his mind over this, get such a kick out of it. Want to tell the world about 'Min Yoongi, time-traveler accidental and extraordinaire!'

(Yoongi left earth 110 years ago. For him, it's only been 5 months.)

#rec #rating_t #length_50k #namgi #au #angst #sci-fi #time travel #bts fanfic #bts fic rec #bts fanfction #bts fic #bts #ao3 #namgi rec #namgi fic rec #namgi recs #namgi fic recs #bts fic recs

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kkyutiecore · 2 years

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Jeon Jungkook/Park Jimin | Cyberpunk - Dystopia | Chapters: 1/8 | 6.1 K

Read here.

Rebel Leader Jeon Jungkook.

Scientist Park Jimin.

Government Conspiracy.

Artificial Intelligence.

Kidnapping.

Established Relationship.

Aged-Up Characters.

POV Alternating.

Angst with a Happy Ending.

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pinkcottonlatte · 1 year

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ＹＯＯＮＧＩᵳᵢ𝓬 ᵣₑ𝓬ₛ

[part 1]

⦾ Ｓｅｒｉｅｓ

⁃ Turqbuni by @solastia (complete, featuring Jimin, Angst, explicit smut, threesome)

⁃ feels so right by @solastia (on going, Emotional manipulation, domestic violence, Infidelity, Eventual smut)

⁃ she’s too clingy by @tvntae (on going, Angst, mentions of sex, cursing, cheating)

⁃ void by @btssavedmylifeblr (on going, ot5, smut, explicit sexual content, masturbation, discussions of pornography, voyeurism, and excessive sexual tension)

⁃ silver spoon by @blameblamebts (ongoing, Angst/ Romance)

⁃ what if by @blameblamebts (complete, Angst/Romance/Violence)

⁃ la douleur exquise by @cinnaminsvga (on going, fluff, angst, humor, eventual smut)

⁃ pretend by @gimmesumsuga (ongoing, on hiatus, explicit smut, angst, infidelity)

⁃ her by @solelybts (angst)

⁃ silent black keys by @dtownsuga (on going, deaf composer! yoongi x librarian! y/n, angst, fluff)

⁃ white gown by @dtownsuga (ongoing, doctor! yoongi x doctor! y/n, fluff, angst, eventual smut)

⁃ grey area by @blushoseoks (ongoing, slowburn, soulmate au, angst, language, eventual smut)

⁃ leave me by @itsamejin (complete, angst, cheating, toxic relationship)

⁃ goodbye by @itsamejin (complete, cursing, fighting, angst)

⁃ droplets by @bts-timestories (ongoing, historical au, arranged marriage, angst, violence and yandere themes)

⁃ ink nemesis by @scriptaed (complete, Angst/Fluff || paparazzi!au; fake dating!au;)

⁃ all the room in the world by @inkofyoonkoo (complete, Fluff/angst | Childhood friends!AU ∘ Friends to lovers!AU)

⁃ poetica by @inkofyoonkoo (ongoing, sci fi au, smut, angst, fluff)

⁃ you among the others by @inkofyoonkoo (ongoing, enemies to lovers, smut, angst, fluff, college au)

⁃ Dating advice by @taleasnewastime (complete, fluff, angst, smut)

⁃ look down on me like that by @here2bbtstrash (ongoing, slow burn, enemies to lovers, coworkers au, smut, angst)

⦾ Ｏｎｅｓｈｏｔｓ

⁃ my woman by @solastia (smut & fluff)

⁃ a new beginning by @tvntae (fluff & angst)

⁃ gwanghae flow by @btssavedmylifeblr (explicit sexual activity,dub-con, unhealthy relationship dynamics, slut shaming, adultery, impreg kink, knife/sword play, historical inaccuracy)

⁃ inspiration by @blameblamebts (fluff, angst)

⁃ be quiet by @gimmesumsuga (smut, oral)

⁃ wraith by @gimmesumsuga (angst, Cursing, mentions of domestic abuse, rough, unprotected sex, violence, blood, character deaths)

⁃ your favourite game by @gimmesumsuga (smut, fluff)

⁃ seesaw by @dtownsuga (angst, toxic behaviour)

⁃ this love by @itsamejin (angst, fluff, idol!yoongi, artist!yn, cursing, sexual content)

⁃ all oneshots and drabbles of @scriptaed

⁃ all fics of @blu-joons

⁃ litost by @ethertae (humiliation, dirty talk, degradation, orgasm denial, unprotected sex, angst, smut)

⁃ all eyes on me by @here2bbtstrash (smut, college au, masturbation, accidental and then purposeful voyeurism, a smidge of dirty talk)

⁃ me and my husband by @here2bbtstrash (smut, dom husband yoongi, minor dirty talk/teasing/ass grabbing, suggested infidelity as teasing, semi-public indecency, spanking as punishment, thigh riding, a smidge of crying, squirting)

⁃ watermelon sugar by @here2bbtstrash (spit kink, erotic watermelon eating , friends to lovers, tiny bit of praise kink)

⁃ drip by @here2bbtstrash (friends to lovers, smut)

#min yoongi #min yoonki #yoongi smut #yoongi angst #yoongi fluff #yoongi fic #yoongi fic rec #fic rec #bts #bts x fem!reader #bts x reader #bts fic rec #bts smut #bts fluff #bts angst #yoongi x reader #kpop fic #kpop scenarios #kpop fic recs

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intplayboy · 1 year

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TOUCH - MAFIA! BTS OT7 X F! READER [ THREE ]

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summary: jin, with the assistance of 007 (you), performs a quick operation on the maknae as a result of his injury. jungkook tries to thank you, while jin spends some time to learn more about you better. yoongi gets frustrated with his members and takes it out on you.

pairings: mafia bts ot7 x experimented human female reader

warnings: implied drugging, mentions torture (no gore tho), medical extraction, gunshot wound, blood, violence, swearing. more fluff in this chapter! but also unfortunately yoongi being more of an asshole a little bit.

word count: 12,722 *prewritten & new chap but written longer, as an apology for the lateness :')*

also sorry i didn't post on the last two fridays, i had family from the philippines and then new year plans. anyways, better later than never, am i right? heheh... enjoy <3

ps. the second half of this isn't proofread 😭

masterpost | two | four

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The maknae lies on his bed, as the others surround him with worried expressions. Their butler and Jin tend to him. "How's he hyung?"

"He didn't lose too much blood since the bullet is lodged in him. But we'll have to extract it or else it'll become infected and he won't heal properly." Jin explained.

The eldest brother casts a glance at his younger brother's pale face. "Jungkook, the bullet is stuck; we'll have to get it out. And it will hurt... a lot."

He blinks open his eyes, faintly nodding. "O-okay."

Hoseok enters the room with a metal cart and approaches Jin and Sun-woo from behind. "I brought the tools."

"Thanks."

Then a tiny figure emerged from the doorway. "I heard, hurt bad."

All eight pairs of eyes turned to gaze at you, but you avoided eye contact. "I want to help him."

"C-can I help him?" You asked softly.

Jin redirects his attention to Jungkook, who meets his stare and nods. "L-let her."

"Okay, come here. " Jin directs you, prompting you to move your feet toward the three men. "Get on the bed on the opposite side of him."

You climb onto the bed and sit next to the injured boy. You chew on your lip as you look at him, the sense of his injury being much stronger to you.

Jin then pressed the silvery blade against Jungkook's wound and gently slid it across, while you wrap your hands around Jungkook, and your eyes and the veins on your hands begin to illuminate purple.

When Sun-woo turns around to deliver Jin the next tool, his attention is drawn to you and your glowing appearance, causing him to yelp and drop the tool in surprise. "Oh goodness! That startled me."

"Yeah, that'll be with us for god knows how long, so get used to it." Yoongi scowls and Sun-woo nods slowly.

As Jin drags the blade against Jungkook, the younger groans and stiffens in pain, but thanks to your abilities, Jungkook gradually relaxes and falls quiet.

Jin continues to cut him open until eventually lifting the blade, causing you to let out a short, relieved gasp.

Jin sneaks a glimpse at you before checking on his injured dongsaeng. "How do you feel Kookie?"

"I-I'm fine. It doesn't hurt anymore, I don't feel anything. You can continue." He affirms.

"Okay, well, the bleeding is stable, and I will now extract the bullet, alright?" Jin makes an announcement, to which Jungkook nods.

Jin extended his other free hand behind him, signaling their butler to give out the next tool, a forceps. He quickly adjusted the metal tool in his hand and hovered it over the bullet wound once he could feel it in his hand.

He looks into the wound again, properly locating the bullet before inserting the tool into the open wound. He fishes for the bullet steadily but effectively, and once he clamps on to it, he expertly wiggles it upwards to remove it.

The soft audible whimpers coming from your petite form, however, do not go unnoticed by Jin and Jungkook, undoubtedly because they are the closest to you.

Still, Jin focused on extracting the bullet diligently, and once it emerges from the open wound, he instantly places it in the surgical metal basin beside him.

"All done." He begins removing his bloody gloves. "You can heal him now."

You flash Jin a brief glance before gently placing both of your hands above the wound. And, once again, not only do the veins on your hands glow but so do the veins around Jungkook's wound.

Meanwhile, Sun-woo marvels as you miraculously heal his youngest boss. "Amazing..."

You quickly retracted your hands while looking at Jungkook after the wound healed. "A-are you okay?"

The corners of the maknae's lips curved up slightly, keeping his gaze fixed on you. "Yes, thanks."

For what seemed like hours in their eyes, a sudden loud sigh interrupts their trance. "How come you didn't say anything, Jungkook?"

The addressed man swiveled his head, his eyes settled on his concerned leader. "I didn't want to worry you guys, and I figured I could treat it myself."

"If only the bullet wasn't stuck in there." He mutters quietly, but the oldest manages to hear him.

"You really think you could properly treat that wound yourself, are you crazy?" Jin exclaimed.

He puts his hands up defensively. "Okay! Okay, I'm sorry, I will make sure to tell you guys next time. Happy?"

While the boys cleaned up, you returned to your room as told and awaited further instructions.

Your head sprang up when you heard a knock at the door a little while later. You watch as a figure enters the room; it was the same broad-shouldered man who had tended to their youngest member and politely conversed with you the day before.

As he approaches you, he gives a faint smile. "Hi, I just wanted to come in here and thank you for helping Jungkook."

"Y-you welcome." You answer with your small voice.

He chuckles softly when the memory of your whimpering came to him. "By the way, I meant to ask you, why were you whimpering earlier?"

You give him a quizzical look, urging Jin to continue with his explanation. "You were making these sounds with your mouth while taking Jungkook's pain and healing him. It sounded like whimpering."

You pause for a few seconds. "Oh, y-your pain—" As you try to explain, you motion to him and then to yourself. "My pain."

The lens spectacle-wearing man scrunches his brows. "Huh? What do you mean by that?"

"I thought you already feel when someone is—" A voice disrupted him before he could complete his sentence. "Hyung! Are you making dinner tonight?"

Jin lets out an exasperated groan. "Of course!"

He sighed heavily, knowing he'd have to put that subject of discussion on hold for the time being. He then returns his attention to you."I know you've been cooped up in this boring room for hours, so would you like to join me in making dinner for everyone?"

"Y-you asking me?"

He nods. "Yeah, it'll be fun... I think?"

"Fun? What's fun?" You sway your head.

He rubs the back of his head, he did not expect that. "It's like— something you find enjoyable, yes. Something you'll like doing."

"Do you understand?"

"Enjoyable... Oh! Enjoyable, yes." You grin with your lips, exposing your adorable bread cheeks and deep dimples akin to Namjoon's.

That's cute. Wait what? What are you saying Jin? "Well, then, shall we go down?"

He offers his hand to you, which you immediately wrap your own around. He takes your hand in his and gently tugs you out of your bedroom.

When the two of you eventually made it into the kitchen, Jin automatically headed to where the apron with the white and blue stripes hung on a cabinet door. You, on the other hand, stayed still as the expert hacker moved about the kitchen retrieving all of the ingredients.

He didn't see you still awkwardly standing in the center of the kitchen until all the veggies and spices were spread out on the large island table. "O-oh sorry, I didn't realize..."

"I plan to make japchae and kimchi quesadillas. You can help by pouring all these contents for the quesadillas into the bowl like this." He demonstrates with empty dishes, making sure you pay attention. "Then mix it with the ground beef— Does this look easy enough?"

You hum and position yourself in front of the contents you were presented with. Jin attentively monitors you for a moment, ensuring you perform your job correctly. When he's satisfied, he turns around and starts chopping the veggies for the japchae.

He skillfully cuts and slices all of the peppers, mushrooms, spinach, and carrot. The same small voice rang out just as he was about to put a pot on the burner. "I-I finished."

He turns his head, and he finds the sight amusing. Splattered stains on his dongsaeng's sweatshirt and your hands drenched in the mixed spices and oil from the sauce that drips down your arms, staining the cuffs of her sleeves.

He chuckles lightly at your disarray. "Ah you're so clueless, but you're a cute kind of clueless."

As he approaches you with a smile, you pucker your lips in bewilderment. "Let me help you here."

He pulls a clean rag from the oven handle and drags her hands towards him. You squeak quietly at his abrupt actions, remembering Yoongi cleaning the food crumbs off your hands before. So you let him do what he did.

He adds as Jin keeps wiping your hands. "You should've rolled up your sleeves before mixing the ingredients together."

"It's okay, you didn't even know. Next time." He finally finishes drying your hands and lifts his eyes to meet your innocent, questioning gaze.

They exchanged stares for who knows how long until Jin noticed a smear of soy sauce on your cheek. His eyes narrowed on the spot, and his hand moved to your cheek without thinking as he came closer to your face. "You have something on your cheek."

You remained still, the close proximity quickening your heartbeat. Were you feeling fear, like your had with the angry man on the road? No. Then what was so different about how you felt when Jin is just inches from your face? That, you did not entirely understand.

This feeling of a new sort of pulse beating, the people, and even the environment itself were all foreign to you. Being outside the concrete walls that had imprisoned you had been a dream in the past, but it was now your new reality. You were finally experiencing it. Perhaps in an extremely bizarre way, as most people would put it, but anything had to be better than looking at those concrete walls and feeling trapped by your own father, right?

Jin came to a stop so near to your face that you could feel his breath tickling your nose. With his fingers hovering over your cheek, he wiped the sauce off your smooth skin with his thumb.

As he withdraws, a smirk appears on his face. "There you go, all done."

"Your hands could be sticky as well, so go wash your hands and we'll continue from here." You nod once again and do what you’re directed.

And for the remainder of the cooking time, you lingered behind Jin, a curious expression on your face, watching him work earnestly.

Jin eventually finishes their food after only an hour and a half. "Ya! I need one of you to help me in bringing out the food!"

Several footsteps can be heard before one individual enters from the kitchen entryway. "I'll help you hyung."

Jungkook walks over to the large island table and carries the other dish that his hyung had cooked. The meal is brought to their dining table by the two men. "Hey, erm, 007...?"

You glance up at Jin when you hear your name and wait for him to continue. "Could you please bring some plates and chopsticks?"

"Okay." You squeaked.

You looked inside the cupboards Jin had been rummaging through while cooking, searching for those white ceramic round circle plates. As you scanned the cupboard, you spotted the stacked plates. You stretched, nearly reaching for the plates with her fingertips.

As you ostensibly struggles to get the plates yourself, she huffs. After a prolonged strain, you felt your fingertips slightly contact the ceramics and instinctively sought to lean to get a proper grip. You were so focused on retrieving those dishes that you didn't notice the tall figure who walked back into the kitchen. "Ya, what are you doing?"

You flinch at his unexpected presence, startling you, and the plate you barely clutched slips from your loosened hands and smashes on the floor with a loud clatter. You released a small gasp, clearly alarmed by the abrupt predicament.

The said person scrambles forward instantly. "Ya, are you okay?!"

And as soon as you saw him, you identified the familiar face of the man you met in the alleyway who protected you without hesitation. "That was so sudden, I'm sorry."

He says tearing you out of you short daze, gazing at him a little stunned. "It's okay, it's my fault, I clean."

You then lowered your eyes, eventually frowning at the mess you had created. You crouched above the shattered fragments of the once-round porcelain dish without thinking. Upon seeing this, Jungkook scurried to your aid, shaking his head. "No- It's alright. I came up behind you without warning."

"I'll clean it up, you'll only hurt yourself—" The sound of glass thudding and a small yelp alerted him, and he noticed blood seeping out of your palm. "See, I told you. Let me do it."

"Let's wrap this up first." He grabs you injured hand, but you pull it back, shaking your head.

"I heal, remember?" Your eyes then turned purple, and the cut on your palm gradually closed, reverting your hand to normal.

Jungkook watches you as you heal yourself in front of him. That's right, I suppose that'll be the new normal now that she's here. Still, he will always remain awestruck by your abilities, although he doesn't look like he is. "Well, even if you can self-heal, that doesn't mean you put yourself in harm's way all the time."

"Let's get you off the floor for now." He wraps his arms around your slender frame and effortlessly scoops you up, eliciting a subtle squeal of surprise from you.

He then places you on the long island table and sweeps the broken ceramic off the floor. When he's finished, he approaches you again. "You know, there's no shame in asking for help. Especially if it keeps you away from harm's way."

You nod slowly, and Jungkook smirks. "Normally, I wouldn't be so courteous to a stranger I'd only met two days before. But you're different, which I like."

"You also helped me, so I guess my behavior right now is a way of expressing thank you for me." He explains himself sheepishly.

Why was he explaining so sheepishly? It wasn't like he was attempting to declare his love to his crush or ask a girl to a school dance. So why does the cute clueless stranger he encountered on the road who can magically heal people make him feel that way when he speaks to her? It seems like such a complicated question to answer.

When you returned his stare, you both fell quiet, unsure what to say next. After what seemed like many minutes of silence, Jungkook couldn't stand it any longer and cleared his throat. "I'll just grab the plates and you can grab the chopsticks."

"Does that sound good?"

You nod and look down from the counter as if you’re uncertain how you’ll get down from there. This does not go missed by him, and he almost laughs at the sight of your innocent concentrated face trying to figure out how to get off.

Without warning, he puts his hands around your waist, lifts you, and lowers you to the floor. "There you go."

"Let's join the rest for dinner, I'm sure we had them waiting quite long enough."

For the following days, Namjoon summoned the gang for another brief meeting, this time to discuss future plans regarding the allegedly stolen medical equipment and the gang that was transporting it. Everyone agreed that it was necessary to begin investigating the truth behind the smuggling business that had been operating under their noses for nearly two decades.

So, since then, some members have kept holed up in the house, going through recent and archived files and phoning contacts, while others have gone in and out meeting other different 'acquaintances' who prefer the traditional way of discreet information dissemination. However, as the days turned into weeks, the group failed to find even a single lead. File after file, contact after contact, it seems that the so-called "smuggling firm" didn't exist.

No one had the slightest knowledge about it not even the whereabouts of that unidentified gang. And this increased Bangtan's suspicions. They all inherently congregated in the living room at the end of the day and sat drained along the couches.

Yoongi rubs his eyes, almost laughing. "This is like chasing after a ghost."

"What are we even doing?"

"Whoever put in this much effort to keep this thing running in such secrecy for so long must be in a higher status. So the real question is, what are they doing with all of these packages of supplies that would force them to conceal it so desperately?" Jin's brows furrows.

Jungkook cocks his brow while staring down. "Something illegal— extremely illegal."

"But we do illegal shit almost everyday." Taehyung responds bluntly.

The others threw him a deadpan expression. "What? It's true!"

Namjoon sighs. "But, Jungkook and Jin are right." He thinks for a moment. "Jin, do you think you could analyze the supplies within the cargo? Maybe we can start speculating from there once we understand exactly what's in there."

The eldest nods. "Yeah, I can do that. But as I said before with the whole military mainframe hacking, this will also take time."

"And, as I have mentioned, it's fine; what matters is that we get to the bottom of this."

"Should we ask our wonderful guest again?" Jimin advises as he cracks his knuckles.

Taehyung sighs. "That little shit refuses to speak. We've gone at him for hours on end."

"And at this point, he's pissed me."

Yoongi scoffs. "Maybe you need to try a different tactic—"

"What kind of tactic?" Taehyung huffs.

"The Oranyan tactic." He replies.

Jimin rolls his eyes. "Yeah, sure, good luck trying to get something out of him."

"Watch me." He flashes a sly grin.

With that, Yoongi heads to the basement himself, walking into the dim gray room. There, the surviving member of the cargo delivery they interfered in is now bound to a chair, blood trickling down his nose and purple bruising on his right eye and cheekbones. His head hangs as he was rendered unconscious by the constant pain from yesterday afternoon.

Yoongi approaches the poor man, kicking his foot, awakening him. "Ya, wake up dipshit."

The man groans, groggily lifting his head up. His swollen eyes fluttered open, finally landing on the master manipulator himself. He visibly gulps, this doesn't go missed by Yoongi, making him smirk cockily.

"Good, you already know who I am. No introductions needed, I like that." He tilts his head teasingly.

"Jesus fuck- how many there are of you guys?"

"Enough." Yoongi states bluntly.

"W-what do you want? Your friends already talked to me, and I ain't telling you shit."

Oranyan chuckles humorlessly. "Well good news for you, I don't need you to be talking for while—" The man's face twitches, making him continue. "Bad news, you're going to wish you had."

Two hours later...

The beaten man is no longer restricted to the chair but is suspended from the ceiling by his wrists. Yoongi's knuckles are red from the repeated strikes, but his patience is wearing thin. That's it, he tried to be kind.

He then opens a metal drawer and pulls out a syringe. He moves back up to the man, noticing his wary eye on the needle he's holding. "Oh, you must be wondering what this is?"

"Have you heard of opioids? The drug that supposes to relieve pain... Well, with the proper hazardous amount of an extra component, like fluoroquinolone, it will have the complete opposite effect."

"What does that mean for you? This means that the pain will intensify ten times worse than the minor pain you think you can handle. And well—" His lip rolls up. "You better hope your pain tolerance is immeasurable."

Yoongi had fulfilled his goal, the terror had settled in his eyes, and he was only going to touch the tip of the iceberg for the man. This satisfies him and simply pushes him to inject the drug, forcing the unfortunate man to scream. "NO! No, please!"

Yoongi removes the syringe and replaces it in the drawer. The tormented gang member cries out and squirms in his confinement. "Don't do this please!"

The second-oldest bangtan member ignores his screams by grabbing an empty bucket, placing it in a sink, and filling it with water. When the bucket is roughly one-third full, he takes it out and returns to his subject, drenching him with water.

"What are you doing?!"

Yoongi snaps his eyes up at him. "Can't a man have his fun?"

He then takes another gadget from the metal drawer. "Did I not warn you? Now you're pleading with me to stop, and I haven't even begun."

"Let me ask you a question. Do you want me to stop?"

He reluctantly nods. "Then tell me who that shipment was for."

Silence.

"All right, you asked for it." He sighs. The electric buzzing sounds as he switches on the gadget, and he immediately pins it on the lowly gang member, causing him to scream in agony. Thank goodness for Jungkook's idea to soundproof the room.

He lowers the electric device, allowing the man to breathe deeply... "Gonna talk now?"

He simply shakes his head, causing Yoongi to sigh in disappointment, before repeating his actions.

An hour later...

Shit, he looks like he might... No, he won't, he still needs to give some information. Yoongi groans, knowing what he needs to do now, but dreads it.

But he has to do it for the sake of his family. "You're lucky, you get a break. Because I'm not done with you yet."

As a response, he receives a pained moan, which causes his eyes to roll. He finally departs the basement, passing by the living room, where Hoseok and the maknae line were sitting with instant ramen bowls in their hands.

Jimin pauses in his chewing, making eye contact with his hyung. "So, did he talk?"

Jungkook giggles, attracting Yoongi's attention. "Something funny, Jeon?"

"No, no— uh, nothing." He coughs, continuing eating his noodles.

"Well, why are you here if you're getting close?" Jimin inquired.

"Because that fucker has a low toleration, he looks like his heart is ready to quit beating if I keep going."

Hoseok's pupils dilated. "What, why? What have you been doing?"

"Didn't you hear him earlier, he say his 'oranyan tactics'?" Taehyung nudges him.

"Seriously, Yoongi what did you do?"

"I might've given him the drug." He answers haphazardly.

All four of their faces drops. "You what?!"

"But Jin hyung said-"

"I know what Jin said. But it was the only thing that triggered that prick, okay? And if it works, it works, and I will continue to do so." He cuts off Hoseok. "Now tell me where that weird chick is."

"Where she's always been... Her room." Taehyung sighs.

Yoongi left the living room and proceeded to your room without saying any more.

Before leaving your room, Jimin and Jungkook assisted in keeping you entertained by setting up your television. You were so engrossed by the moving images and characters on the TV that you hadn't noticed Yoongi enter your room after two knocks that you ignored.

He came to a stop when he saw you were too absorbed in a... children's cartoon? His brow furrows at the scene, and he clears his throat loudly, capturing your attention.

Your head swings around at him, little startled by his presence. Your doe eyes reciprocate his gaze. When your eyes connect, he can't help but look away, trying to hide the sudden warmth that has crept up on his cheeks. "H-hey."

You cock your head. "Hi..."

"I need uh- I need you to do something for me." He starts. "There is someone here who is being questioned by me. But it looks like he might pass out from all blows he got."

"I also don't want to risk him dying before I have any information from him."

You keep staring at him, urging him to continue. "What I'm trying to say is, you need to heal this guy, or whatever."

At his remarks, your brows raise. "Okay."

"He hurt really bad?"

"I guess?" He shrugs.

You then hop off the bed and stand on your own two feet. "I will heal then."

Yoongi nods, mildly stunned by your instant obedience. "G-good, follow me."

He then walks you out of your room and down the stairs, passing through the living room, where the three youngest and Hoseok still stay. "Hey cutie~! Whatcha doing out?"

Taehyung greets you with the same boxy smile he had the first time you two met.

"Following him..." While glancing at Taehyung, you point at Yoongi. "He said someone hurt really bad, so I heal."

"Oh..." His lips curled slightly downward as he turned to look at his hyung.

"You're seriously going to bring her down there?"

"Yeah, so?" The latter replies dismissively.

"Hey, this is your problem, don't drag her into this. It's your fault for using that drug on him. I'm guessing you gave him more than the proper dose." Hoseok quickly intervenes.

Yoongi huffs. "Would you all stop ganging up on me. I'm trying all I can to acquire some sort of lead and help us all."

"May I remind you all that we've been running in circles with these detective games for weeks and haven't gotten far."

Hoseok's shoulders slump, Yoongi isn't wrong. If they had any suspicions about anybody or anything, they could usually track down the person's whereabouts, associates, background, and whole past in a matter of days. But not this time; the pending investigation has been prolonged for far too long already, and it's quite eerie for them to go this far without knowing who or what is involved in this whole quandary.

"Well, just know that if Jin finds the extent of your 'interrogation,' you will bear the consequences." Jungkook breaks the tension.

One thing about Jungkook is that, despite being the youngest, the maknae of the gang, he can be pretty mature and frequently plays the part of the elder one or even the group leader when the circumstance calls for it. Perhaps it is because he tries his best to be the most level-headed member of the gang whenever there is a problem amongst the members, and the others are tremendously thankful to him for it, either indirectly or directly.

"I understand." He cuts the talk short, then turns to you, who is already staring at him, oh so innocently... "L-let's go."

You nod and continue to follow him, silently, to the interrogation basement.

When you both enter the room, your sight is drawn to the battered form of the guy that hangs from the ceiling. When you return your gaze, Yoongi turns to face you. "He's hurt really bad."

"Yep."

"Heal him, so I can question him more."

You again merely nod as you walk up to the gang member. When you come near to him, he opens his eyes and fixes them on you. You meet his glance with a blank face. "Hello."

He grimaces at you. "What do you want, bitch."

"Bitch?" Your brow furrows in perplexity.

"Yeah, you stupid bitch." He says it again, leaving you even more perplexed. "Did you come here to do your little boyfriend's dirty work?"

"Me heal you." You innocently gesture to him.

He chuckles dryly, then spits in your face. "I ain't falling for your tricks."

You take a step back from him, flinching and closing your eyes at the fluid contact. Yoongi's laughter interrupts the silence, surprising the guy who had missed Yoongi's presence. Oh, how he wishes he had noticed.

"I think you're the stupid one here." Yoongi then approaches you and hands you a white handkerchief while causing you to gaze up at him while still having the man's spit on your face. "Wipe your face with this."

"I was actually generous enough to bring her here to relieve you of your misery. But it seems that you desire to do more." He looks across at the battered prisoner.

"I-I'm sorry, I t-take it back." He splutters.

Yoongi picks up the water-filled bucket once more. "No, no, not again."

He splashes him with water before grabbing the stun baton. "I advise you turn away, kitten if you can't handle this part."

You tilt your head in confusion as he pushes the stun baton on the gang member, eliciting another agonizing cry from him. As the wailing continues, you cringe, shielding your ears.

Yoongi takes away the baton. "Who was the cargo intended for?"

"I-I can't t-tell you. T-they'll kill m-me." The man replies.

Yoongi exhales exasperatedly. "You'll die anyways if you don't tell me who that cargo was for."

The man clamps his lips together, terrified, he looks at the second-oldest member of the bangtan mafia group. "I-I c-can't."

"Then I'll continue." He then applies the stun baton to the prisoner's abdominal region.

The shrieks lasted for a bit longer, till Yoongi removed it again as the man struggled to take deep breaths. Yoongi was about to push the gadget against him again when the gang member stopped him. "Wait, wait!"

"I-I can't tell you w-who the shipment was for, b-because I don't know who it is."

"How can you negotiate a cargo agreement with someone you don't even know?" Yoongi asks, judgingly. "Are you telling me you don't know who this man is?"

He shows the image that was contained in the evidence package from their anonymous tip a few weeks ago. "Isn't this your little gang meeting up with a man who runs a medical facility?"

"Y-yes, but that wasn't who that supplies were for."

"B-but I don't make the deals, s-so I wouldn't know—" He explains.

"You're the one who does the dirty work, I know." Yoongi sighs and sets the photo down after finishing his sentence.

"But if you don't make the deals, surely you know who does." Yoongi arches his brow in expectancy.

The guy nods, gulping. "I-I do..."

"Tell me now."

Jin was on his way to find Yoongi and remind him that it was his turn to make dinner. He enters his dongsaeng's bedroom, only to be met by the void of his presence. He furrows his brows and begins searching for him throughout the mansion until he comes upon their vast gym room, which Jungkook is occupying.

He walks in, quickly drawing the maknae's attention. "Hey, hyung."

"Hey, Jungkook, I'm looking for Yoongi. It's his turn to prepare dinner. Do you know where he is?"

With the white rag in his hand, the younger pats his forehead. "Yeah, he's in the interrogation room."

Jin's brow furrows in surprise. "He's still there?" He glances at his silver wristwatch. "It's almost six, that means he's been in there for hours."

"Yeah, he claimed he was close to getting the guy to talk." He nods.

"Okay, thank you. Remember to wash up before you come for dinner." The elder pivots, about to return to the entrance.

"Yes mom." Jungkook rolls his eyes. "By the way, that girl is with Yoongi as well."

Jin comes to a halt before grabbing the door handle and turning to face him. "The girl? She's in the interrogation room with Yoongi?"

"Yeah, he said he needed her before the guy passed out on him." Jungkook answers without making eye contact as he resumes his workout on the bench.

Jin pauses for a moment. "Why would— Oh, my god, that little... I'll go, see you later, Kook."

The latter simply grunts in response, as Jin walked out of the gym to the basement interrogation room.

As he descends the stairs, he strains his ears to hear something, anything, despite knowing that the room had been soundproofed courtesy of Jungkook's big brain.

He approaches the door and swings it open. "Min Yoongi, what do you think you—"

Jin stop mid-sentence as he registered the scene in front of him. Yoongi is stuck, staring at you with uncertainty as to what to do about the state you're in.

Earlier, before Jin arrived, the gang member finally told Yoongi what he needed to know, and everything he did know. Yoongi then ordered you to heal him in order to torture him again as retribution for the man's delay in providing the information and send a message to that gang. One that tells them explicitly that Bangtan always gets what they want and that no one can or will stop them from achieving their objective; if they do so, they should count themselves unlucky.

Of course, he didn't tell you that. You knew and were trained not to question commands, only to obey them. So you complied with his demands, but both of you didn't anticipate how severe the healing process would be on you, until now.

Like the previous times, your veins from your fingers to your elbow glow purple and match the veins of the man you are holding as your hands are gently squeezing his sides.

The pain was first somewhat more than you could handle, but the more you lingered with the man, the worse it became. You did your best to prevent the cries and whimpers that threatened to spill from your mouth. No, you can't take your hands off him just yet; he's not completely healed, and his pain hasn't gone away, you thought.

Back at the facility where you escaped, if the healing procedure wasn't fully completed and the subject's pain wasn't properly drained out, you were met with consequences. Consequences that ensured you never made the same mistake twice. You want to take your hands off the man, but if you do, you could suffer the same repercussions as before, which you don't want more than anything.

You don't notice it at first, but as the pain transferring grows increasingly intense, your veins and eyes begin to shine brighter and your head rolls back. You whimper softly as you take more, not only feeling the scorching pain in your abdomen but also in your head. You're not sure what's going on, maybe because you've never reduced pain like this before, causing your senses to surge into overdrive.

Blood begins to seep from your nostrils as your face glows brightly and your head lolls back. And it wasn't until you let out an audible whine that Jin breaks out of his trance on you and rushes up to you.

He grabs your shoulders and jerks you away from the man, interfering with the healing process. And as soon as you lost contact, the agonizing sensation subsided, but the aftereffects almost immediately caused you to become limp in Jin's arms.

Jin drops to the floor with you, softly cradling you. He attempts to wake you, but you don't respond. "Ya! Wake up!"

The elder shifts his gaze from you to Yoongi. "What did you do, Oranyan?"

Yoongi meets his gaze. "I didn't do anything. All I asked her was to heal him."

"And from there, I don't know what was happening. I thought she was just healing him."

Jin's lips pinched as he returned his attention to you, his gaze drawn to the blood gushing down your nose. "I-I think it was too much for her."

"Too much?" Yoongi questions.

"After all, she is still a human being, just like me, you, and that punk over there." Jin replies. "Everyone has a limit, I know you know that, otherwise you wouldn't have asked her for help."

Yoongi turns away as Jin rises up and lifts you in bridal style. "I'll have one of the maknaes take care of whatever happened here."

"I came to tell you that you need to make dinner. And you'd best be prepared to explain everything later." He exits the interrogation room, leaving his dongsaeng behind.

Jin walks across the living room to the front entrance as he emerges from the basement. Their medical clinic is separate from their mansion, but still on their property, so they would have to walk a short distance to the modest housing unit.

On the way to the clinic, he comes across Namjoon, who is reading a book on one of the white benches on their magnificent front yard. Jin's footsteps on the gravel draw the leader's attention away from his book.

When he sees your unconscious body in the arms of his hyung, his brow furrows. He stands from the bench and walks over to you both. "What happened?"

Jin sighs. "I'm not sure, I found her with Yoongi in the interrogation room."

"I guess he needed her to heal the guy since he went too far again." He elaborates. "I think she passed out because it was too much for her."

When the three of you arrive at the clinic, Namjoon goes ahead and holds the door open for Jin. Jin lays you on the automatic medical fowler bed before scurrying into the clinic's supply room to retrieve some tools to help you.

"She's bleeding." Namjoon points out, as the other moves about.

"Oh really Namjoon, I hadn't realized that. Thanks for pointing it out." Jin reacts sarcastically.

Namjoon pouts. "Geez, I didn't notice it until now, okay."

Jin finally returns to you with the appropriate equipments. He needs to check sure you're still alive, so he attaches the fingertip pulse oximeter to your index finger and connects it to the machine.

The machine then detects your heartbeat, allowing the elder to exhale a relieved sigh. "Well, she's alive—"

"What are you doing?" Namjoon observes Jin as he drags a machine close to your head.

"I'm going to scan for her brain activity and see what's going on in that little head of hers when this happens." Jin answers. "I had some suspicion when she helped Jungkook."

"And that is?"

"I'll try to explain it simply, you know when she takes away the pain—" Namjoon nods, encouraging him to go on. "I believe she achieves this by transferring the pain we feel to herself, which means she will experience all of our pain at the moment."

Namjoon's pupils constrict. "That's… That's pretty sensible."

"But, we'll conduct a test to further confirm it." Jin tells him. "You asked me to do some research on the girl, so here it is."

"Shouldn't we first wake her up?" Namjoon inquires.

He shook his head. "No, at least not yet. I'd want to compare the results. Right now, her brain activity should be fairly stable, but we'll see."

Jin surrounds your head with the swoop portable mri scanner. He types on the machine's screen, and the machine whirrs away, leaving the two men waiting for the results of the scan.

It isn't long until the device completes the process and emits an electronic beep. Jin moves to the display computer beside them and types briefly on the keyboard before the scan results appear. Namjoon approaches him from behind, peering over his shoulder.

"What do the results indicate?" Namjoon asks, his eyes never leaving the screen.

"These yellow-red patches in her frontal and parietal lobes are likely the stress-related aftereffects of the physical pain she suffered." Jin explains.

"It's almost mostly red on her parietal lobe, is that worse?" Namjoon inquires.

The master hacker nods. "Yes, the parietal lobe is in charge of sensory perception, such as taste, hearing, sight, smell, and… touch."

"You're right, then…" The leader concludes.

Jin snorts. "I'm always right."

Namjoon rolls his eyes. "Whatever."

Suddenly, the two men hear fabric ruffling, signifying that you are waking up.

They pivot, seeing your eyelids flutter open with a scrunch between your brows. When you fully wake, your face softens into a muddled look. You sat up hastily, swiveling your head in the strange room until you noticed the two familiar men alongside you.

Your wide doe-like eyes lock onto them. "W-where am I?"

"You're in our clinic house." The lens-spectacle man responds.

"A c-clinic ho-use…?" You stutter.

"Yeah, it's like going to a doctor's office to be healed and whatnot." Namjoon simply explains for you. "

"Healed…?" You tilt your head. "But I heal me."

"Well, it's also a place to find out whether there's something wrong with you." Jin adds.

Your eyes widen with a trace of panic, which the two men pick up on, only raising more questions about you in their minds. "I-Is something wrong in me?"

The oldest member shakes his head. "I wouldn't say bad, we're just doing tests to see what you do."

They test you; you must do well, you reason, thus you almost instantly sat up straight. "What do I do?"

"Huh?" Jin lifts his brows.

"You said, test me…" You started making that cute gesture you make when you're trying to explain yourself. Wait, cute? What on earth are they thinking?

"So 0-0-7, do what you say."

"Oh well, it's not much. It's a quick thing." Jin begins, then pats Namjoon on the shoulder. "Namjoon here is going to hurt himself, and you're going to heal him again."

Namjoon looks at Jin. "Excuse me? Since when have I-"

"Since now. Now go hurt yourself with something." Jin smiles tightly.

"With what exactly?" He narrows his eyes at his hyung.

The latter merely shrugs. "I don't know. You're the clumsy one."

"Fuck you. I'm NOT that clumsy." The younger scowls.

Jin's brow furrows. "No… You're quite clumsy at times, it's ridiculous."

"Am not." Namjoon groans.

"Remind me who packed the wrong explosive on the helicopter?" The broad-shouldered man crosses his arms and stares expectantly at the other.

"Hey-! It's not my fault they look the same to me!" Namjoon accusingly points at him.

"And neither is it my fault, you were too over-confident."

"Look, if you're not going to hurt yourself, I will." Jin says.

"Oh, really? And how are you—ah!" When Jin jabs a scalpel into his hand and swiftly retracts it, the tactical genius yelps loudly.

"YA! Are you crazy?!" Namjoon exclaims with disbelief.

"I did strap a missile to a tiny helicopter in order to blow up a moving truck… So, perhaps a little?" He replies condescendingly.

"Again, fuck you, that hurt."

"Well, of course, it hurts you pabo, I stabbed your hand."

Jin claps his hands. "Okay, now that he sustained an injury—" He turns to look at you, only to catch you looking at both of them, frightened. Jin's unexpected action may have scared you. The way he didn't think twice about hurting the mafia leader reminded you so much of your father, who didn't hesitate about punishing his scientists and workers if the drugs and experiments on you didn't work or went wrong, along with you, of course.

"Oh, I- um, it's for the test." Jin approaches, but you simply shrink back.

And Jin dislikes it. You and he may have just spent a short time together, but he preferred it when you didn't back away from him. "H-hey, I'm not going to hurt you like that... that, was just for the test."

You reluctantly nodded, then shifted your gaze to the leader, feeling a clear sensation in you that he's hurt. Namjoon meets your eyes, knowing exactly what you're about to ask him. He chuckles to himself, you're like an open book, so simple to read.

He approaches you and extends his hand to you. But Jin stops you before you can display your glowing visage again. "Wait, let me first put this on you."

He grabs a piece of the contraption and places it on your head, puzzling Namjoon. "What is that?"

"It's a neuro headset. It will read her brain activity and transmit it to us in real-time while she heals you." He answers.

As Jin finishes setting the headset on you, Namjoon's lips make an 'o' of understanding. "Okay, you're all set."

Then, he locks eye contact with you, with no animosity. "Don't worry, whether you heal him or not, you'll do well."

Your lips curl into a little grin at his remarks, now nodding with more confidence, which causes him to smile as well. You cover Namjoon's bleeding wound with your feathery touch. Your purple glow comes to life, illuminating your veins, around the wound, and your eyes.

You begin to close the cut on Namjoon's hand while also relieving his pain. And this time, Namjoon truly focusses on your face, attentively watching even the smallest twitches in your face as Jin keeps his attention, analyzing your brain waves. When you transfer the pain into yourself, you close your eyes and your face starts to contort in discomfort.

Jin is right; when you're healing someone, you experience all they feel. He leans back in shock, watching as the wavelengths on the screen bounce higher, indicating the severity of your discomfort. You slowly open your eyes again a few seconds later, and your purple light fades, indicating that the process was complete.

You let go of the dimpled man's hand, revealing it to be perfectly flawless, as if the injury had never occurred. He then pivots, waiting to hear from the master hacker about your brain activity.

Jin just nods his head, confirming Namjoon's thoughts. You're a true enigma to figure out. “How do you feel?”

Namjoon's question makes you blink. “Me?”

“Yes, how do you feel?”

“I feel… okay?” You say.

"007, what did you mean when I asked you how you take away our pain?" Jin asks.

You hum. “Your pain, my pain.”

"I should've known then, but now I know. This changes things a bit."

Namjoon nods. “It does. So we can’t entirely rely on her when it comes to the more severe injuries.”

“We have to tell the others about it.”

“Indeed, we do. We have a lot to talk about anyways, I assume Yoongi got the man to talk.”

Jin rolls his eyes. “Yeah.”

By dinnertime, the seven members had gathered in the dining room, where the delicious food had been prepared by the scar-faced man.

The table was unusually quiet, which generally meant that something bad or novel would be spoken. In any case, the maknae line never enjoyed the tense atmosphere, at least not at the dinner table.

Jungkook uttered a whine. “Okay, what’s going on?”

“I have something to say…”

“I have some information…”

Yoongi and Jin spoke at the same time, causing the others to raise their brows and the two men to exchange glances.

“Well, since I’m the older one, you go first.” Jin crosses his arms.

Yoongi only huffs. “Sure… I got a name and location for the gang. The birdie informed me that their gang's leader conducts business in private. But he uses an alias. So it's pointless to try to check his background."

“And the location?” Namjoon inquires.

“Daegu. They had plans if they were compromised they’d lay low there.”

"It seems that their leader loves Golden Dragons. And, that he’s a person we don’t come to and demand of, he comes to you, or so he says.” He rolls his eyes.

“Then we’ll go to Daegu.” Namjoon declares.

Taehyung’s eyes widened. “Deagu?! That’s hours away. That’ll be—”

"Yes, it will be a full work day for us, maybe a couple of work days." Namjoon confirms.

"When are we leaving?" Hoseok questions, unfazed by the sudden plans.

"The sooner the better, therefore we'll leave tomorrow." The leader answers.

The maknae groans. “Aw man, that means we’re going to have to pack tonight.” Jimin scolds him quietly by pinching his leg.

“Then it’s settled, we’re going to Daegu tomorrow.”

Jimin looks at Jin. “Now, what was it you were going to share hyung?”

He exhales, his shoulders dropping. “It’s about the girl, 007.”

“What about her? Is she okay?” His face is filled with concern. “Actually, now that I think about it, I haven’t seen her since she went into the interrogation room with Yoongi.”

“Well, she’s alright now. But it’s about her… abilities, we could say…” He begins.

"We all know that one of her abilities is to heal wounds and relieve pain for all of us, or anybody, really—"

"You're rambling again, Jin hyung." Jimin puffs his cheeks.

He exhales forcefully. "Remember when she came to help you when I extracted the bullet from you, Jungkook?" Jungkook nods, and Jin resumes. "What she did when she numbed the pain was transfer the pain to herself."

"Meaning, she felt all the pain you were feeling at that moment—that's how she does that thing." He explains.

The table falls silent once more as everyone processes the new information.

"See, I had a feeling bringing her down there wasn't a smart idea." Taehyung frowns at Yoongi.

"Ya, none of us knew that until now. Don't blame me." The older glares back.

"How did you find out about this?" Asked Jungkook.

"Well, Namjoon and I went to the clinic to run some brief tests on her after she passed out in the interrogation room. Her brain scans reveal it all." Jin replies.

"Ah… I see…"

"Wait- Did you say she collapsed?!" Jimin's eyes widened as he turned to face the person who had prepared dinner.

"What do you want me to say— I didn't think that would happen." Yoongi shrugs.

"Alright, well, we all know now. We can't rely fully on her if one of us suffers a more severe injury." Namjoon breaks up the members' glares and looks.

"But she was fine when she was healing Jungkook," Jimin muses.

"The only difference is that he didn't have the drug put into him." Jin sneers.

Oranyan slams the table with his fist. "Can't you all be thankful that I got something from him to help us all?"

"Seriously, all I've been hearing at this table is how badly I screwed up. It's annoying." He clenches his teeth.

"You know what, whatever, I'm not hungry anymore." He abruptly rises from his seat, and all six of the remaining eyes follow him.

"Where are you going Yoongi?" Jin sighs.

"Room." He walks away without looking back.

They all looked at each other for a moment before Taehyung broke the quiet. "Shouldn't we—"

"No, just leave him alone for the time being. He needs his time to cool off." Namjoon replies.

"And speaking of the girl, since were going on our little business trip, we just can't leave her here the entire time."

"What do you suggest we do?" Hoseok cocks his head.

"We'll enroll her in school." Namjoon responds while slicing his steak.

"A school… You want to put her in school?" Hoseok repeats.

"Yes."

"I think she'll be alright with Sun-woo here." Jungkook insists.

"Yeah, but for a more than a day, busy with what? A children's cartoon?" Namjoon counteracts.

Jungkook raises his hands in surrender. "I'm simply looking at it logically. I mean, she has no social skills, rarely speaks, and doesn't even recognize half of the items in this house. You think she'll survive a day at a school?"

"While I understand your point of view, Jungkook, I think Namjoon's idea is good. How else could she learn those things—certainly not from us." Jin sips from his glass of wine. "And I believe that is also a logical viewpoint. She wouldn't gain from being cooped up in this mansion. And if she's going to stay with us, she might as well learn a thing or two."

"Are we even going to be able to have her registered so quickly? We leave tomorrow." Taehyung questions.

Jin smirks. "Look who you're talking to; what you're asking me is child's play."

"I mean, she's the one forced into a new environment after all." Jimin proposed.

Namjoon nods. "We will and we'll get her registered first thing tomorrow, and then leave later in the evening. Does that sound good?"

Everyone hums or nods in accordance to their leader's instructions.

"So… I think it's very clear we can't register with the number she gave us. She needs a name." Jungkook stuffs his mouth with food, ravenous after all that talking.

"Hmm, you're right… Maybe we can discuss that with her."

Yoongi exits the dining area and ascends the stairs, walking idly along the corridor until he glances up and finds himself in front of your bedroom door.

Over the course of a few weeks, it appears that him bringing your food for dinner has become such a habit that even his body knows where to go and for what without even realizing it. He throws your door open, making you flinch at the door slamming as he strides in, still agitated by the dinner conversation.

“Your food.” He spits, roughly placing it on the bedside table in front of you.

With a little furrow between your brows, you gaze up at him silently. “Y-you�� feel not good.”

“Yeah, and I wonder whose fault is that?” He sneers.

"Who?" Curiosity filled your eyes.

He scowls and mentally breathes, cool it Yoongi, one less thing for them to nag you about if you blow up in front of her. "It's none of your business."

You avert your eyes, now staring at the meal. You have a sense that if you make any abrupt moves, you'll set him off. But your inaction seemed to irritate him even more.

You can feel his frustration waves making you tense as he clicks his tongue. “Ya-! Are you gonna eat or what?”

You swallow, unsure where to look, but nod anyway. “I-I will.”

“Well, then…” He narrows his eyes at you.

You perceive this as a cue to start eating on your own. You assume he won't feed you tonight, so you'll have to help feed yourself. And, of course, you're still not sure how to use the utensils.

Your fingers tremble slightly as you reach for the food on the white porcelain plate, scooping up the rice and spicy red vegetable known as Kimichi, which you learned you really liked. Your other hand goes to rip a piece of meat jun that you also found you really liked the flavor of.

So you started stuffing the food into your mouth wordlessly, completely disregarding the silvery utensils on either side of the tray, just like the first time he served you dinner.

He catches your attention with an impatient sigh. "Weeks have passed, and you still can't manage something as basic as a spoon or chopsticks?"

"You see these things—" He motions with the spoon and chopsticks, causing you to nod while starring at him. "Use them. Now."

"O-okay." You squeak, clutching the spoon with your food-strewn hands, knowing that it was easier for you to use.

When you picked up the spoon, you tried to mimic what the man in front of you used to do when he fed you, scooping the rice and ready to rip a piece of meat jun again when Yoongi stopped you. "No, use the chopsticks. You've spent enough time watching to understand how to use it."

You hesitantly nod once more before taking the two silver sticks. However, you struggle to grasp it properly when you try to take a piece of the meat jun with the chopstick, holding the utensil awkwardly. You were able to rip a little bit, but as soon as you got a grip of it between the metal sticks, it fell instantly.

You puff softly, attempting it again—once… twice… three times—but it falls pitifully at each attempt. And this simply adds to the master manipulator's aggravation. "YA! Are you that helpless, or should I say useless?"

Your lips quiver faintly as you recoil at his outburst. You disliked it when people yelled at you. With the pathetic ratio of successes and failures you accumulated during your 'training' and testing, it always reminded you how much of a failure you are.

"Can't even use a simple object. I won't understand how any of them think any good of you when you can't even do this." He rants angrily, pinching the bridge of his nose with his eyes closed.

And you hadn't realized that when you finally looked up at him again, your eyes blazed purple, indicating that you were scared of him. He exhales deeply before opening his eyes and returning your gaze, noticing your vivid violet eyes.

He's quite taken aback by it, but he doesn't show it. This happened the last time he saw you for the first time. Why are your eyes so bright when you're just with him? He steps back. "I don't have time to deal with this; I'll have someone fetch the platter when you're done."

He quickly pivots, shrewdly speed-walking back to your door, leaving you in the tense atmosphere.

The next day, the group convened once more to have you registered at one of the nearby schools, as planned. After dinner, Jin proceeded to forge various documents to formally enroll you, such as a paper proof of residency and emergency contact information, as well as fill out a general application form to prevent any suspicions and questioning.

To be totally honest, it'll still raise quite a few eyebrows for one of the country's most infamous mafia gangs to suddenly enroll a girl who hasn't seemed to exist for the previous nineteen years.

The final thing they needed to do was to create a birth certificate for you, but first they had to come up with a name for you. So, with the seven men in your room, they start to discuss the ideal name for you.

"Good morning 007." Jimin grins politely and joins the rest of you in the room, holding a platter of steaming tea in his hands.

With a little wave, you falteringly smile. "Hi…"

You gaze with curiosity as he sets the tray on your nightstand. "Is that my medicine?"

Jimin pauses, puzzledly glancing at you. "Medicine-? This? Oh, no, it's tea. Green tea."

"Tea? Will it make me caa-lm?" You queried.

"I guess…? It's healthy for you." Jimin responds hesitantly.

"007, did they give you something like this back where you're from?" Taehyung questions.

You nod truthfully. "They make me take to caa-lm me."

"And do you know what kind of medicine they give you?"

"Mister said P-pavulon… I t-take when they fix me." You stumble through your reply, trying your hardest to get the words out.

Jin's eyes widened in shock, but Hoseok, being the astute observer that he is, notices it. "I take it, it sounds familiar to you hyung?"

Everyone looks at Jin as he nods in affirmation. "Pavulon- or more precisely, pancuronium it's a neuromuscular blocker used as an adjunct to general anesthesia to facilitate tracheal intubation and to provide skeletal muscle relaxation for patients that undergoes mechanical ventilation or I assume, in her case, surgery."

"Maybe talk in dumb for people who don't understand science terminology you." Jungkook smiles sarcastically.

"It's a more targeted paralytic medicine used in conjunction with general anesthetic to induce skeletal muscular relaxation in the patient, which will require mechanical ventilation since they'll struggle to breathe on their own." Jin explains again.

"So they're practically paralyzed from the neck down?" Taehyung frowns.

"Yes, and in fact, seventy percent of the time, some people do not regain their sensation, resulting in death." Jin continues. "That's why several laws to ban the drug were almost passed."

"But I assume it's only after a certain number of times they've been drugged with it or how much they've been given in one dose, right?" Jimin's face is covered in worry.

"That is correct, and she is quite lucky to still be able to move or be alive."

"Wait a minute- why would they need to use such a strong drug to get her into that state?" The maknae wonders aloud.

Namjoon rubs his chin. "That's a good question, Jungkook."

"Well, given what we know, one thing is certain: whatever facility 007 came from isn't a regular facility."

"Jin, you were able to get any details on her?" Namjoon looks to the eldest.

The latter shakes his head. "No boss, absolutely no traces of her. When Jimin and Jungkook met her, she seemed to appear out of nowhere."

"Alright, it seems like we'll have to make do with what she can tell us about the institution where she was held."

"But for the time being, let's concentrate on the enrollment—So, 007…" The leader now turns his attention to you. "We talked last night, and we all agreed to send you to school because we'll be away on a… business trip."

Yoongi snorts, stifling a laugh, at the notion of you attending school during their time in Daegu. But the rest of them gave him a look that made him shrug. "What-? I thought it was funny, nothing wrong with that."

"What is school?" You tilt your head.

"Basically prison." Jungkook muttered, but loud enough for everyone to hear, and Hoseok chastised him by nonchalantly smacking the back of his head. "Ow- hey-!"

Your pupils dilated. "Prison? Did 007 do wrong?"

Jimin frantically shakes his head. "No, no, you did nothing wrong. And it's certainly NOT a prison." He then glares at his dongsaeng. "Jungkook has no idea what he's talking about."

"Oh… Then, what is it?" Your face regains its innocent expression.

"It's a place where young people like you go to learn all there is to know about the world." Jimin answers. "It… It can be enjoyable, and you'll meet a lot of other kids like you!"

"Actually, there are no other kids like her. At least a kid who can heal others and herself in seconds and has glowing eyes." Jungkook interrupts.

"Jungkook-! Seriously." Jimin gives him another scowl.

"Okay, I'll stop." He chuckles.

"You'll get used to it, I believe in you." Taehyung smiles at you.

You reciprocate his smile. "Okay, when I go?"

"Today, in a like two hours maybe." Jin checks his watch.

"However, before we can register you, we must first create a birth certificate for you. The only issue is that we need to give you a real name."

"Name…? 0-0-7—" You point to yourself. "Me- my n-name, 007."

Jin shakes his head. "No, that's a number. Those people in your facility didn't give you a name; they just gave you a number. A number makes you a subject, not a person."

"And you're a person, a human, not anything else."

"So, 007, what do you want to be called?" Taehyung lip-smiles.

With confusion, your eyes are blank. "I-I don't know."

"How about, Ae-Ri?" Jungkook suggests.

"Eh, that sounds too girly for her." Taehyung disagrees.

Jimin arches his brow. "Too girly? What makes it 'too girly', Taehyung?"

Taehyung pursed his lips. "Uh… no… Nevermind."

"What about, Eun-Ha?" Hoseok proposed.

"Oh hell no- that's my sister's name. Definitely not." Jin grimaces.

"Okay, not Eun-Ha, what do you suggest then?" The younger said.

"Let's do Min-Ah." He smirks.

Taehyung giggles. "Sounds like the a shorter girl version of Jimin-ah."

Jimin narrows his eyes on the later 95. "Fuck off, Taehyung."

"Hyung!" Jungkook whines as he notices your ears perk up at the swear word from Jimin.

Jimin looks at Jungkook then shifts his eyes to you, where you look at him with wonder. "Fuck?"

He nervously laughs. "Don't repeat that. Especially not in school, okay?"

"Fuck?"

"Yeah, don't say it okay?" And you nod in compliance, to which Jimin sighs in relief.

"Han-Byul, it's classic." Namjoon says.

"No offense Namjoon, but if I were you, I would sit this one out." Jin said.

Namjoon looks at him, completely offended. "What, why? What's wrong with my name idea?"

"It sounds ancient, you're going to make her seem old." Jungkook pats his leader's shoulder.

"Exactly, took the words right out of my mouth." Jin concurs.

"It's not old, it's classic." Namjoon repeats.

"It's old, that's what it is." Taehyung comments.

Jimin then turns to look at you. "007, how do you like the name, Ji-Won?"

"Ji-Won?" You think audibly.

Jungkook snorts. "Are you sure you want to name her after one of your hookups?"

Jimin swivels his head to look at the maknae. "No...? Wait- How do you know her name?"

"You're telling me you didn't know? She's hundred sixty-two centimeters, smaller eyes, black to blonde ombre hair— that girl, does it ring a bell?" Jungkook looks at the older expectantly.

"Ohh- her... Why do you even remember her anyways?" The master seducer squints at him.

"She came crying to me when you broke the 'news' to her one day after your guys 'amazing' night." He answers.

"Oh- well, then I got nothin'." Jimin says.

The room eventually became silent as they all struggled to come up with a nice name for you, as you sat on your knees gazing at them on your bed.

"Y/N." A voice disrupts the silence.

All seven heads turned to look at the source of the voice, and all eyes were drawn to Yoongi. "What did you say?"

"Y/N, it's simple, and it matches her- I guess…" He mumbles, his eyes averted elsewhere, missing the way your eyes gleam at the mention of the name. Hearing it piques your interest.

Another beat goes by, and your sweet voice comes out. "Y/N…"

"I l-like Y/N." You say again.

Jungkook, Namjoon, and Hoseok's expressions gradually shift to one of slight surprise, while Jimin, Jin, and Taehyung's slowly smirk at your response before diverting their attention to the second-oldest member's reaction to your reaction.

Yoongi coughs, attempting to dismiss it; the bitterness from last night is still present. "Goo- Yeah, whatever."

"Alright, if 007 likes it, then we'll go with it." Namjoon claps his hands.

Everyone accepts with a nod, and Taehyung's boxy smile forms on his face. "It's nice to meet finally meet you, Y/N."

You grin, revealing your teeth. "T-thank you, Tae-tae…"

"D-did I say name r-right?"

Hoseok chuckles as he tries to correct you. "It's actually—"

But Taehyung interjects, waving his hand. "Yeah, you can call me Tae-Tae."

You giggle slightly in response to his pleasant remark.

After a fifteen-minute drive, the eight of you arrived at Yonsei University. The chauffeur parks their black Mercedes-Benz Sprinter Luxury van, and shortly after you all exited, eliciting numerous attention from students and a few from the school's bypassing staff.

Your eyes surveyed the magnificent architecture, which was partially covered by what appeared to be green moss. Jimin and Jungkook walked on each side of you, both staring at the structure. "From now on, this is where you'll spend the majority of your time."

You twist your head to look at the tattooed-sleeved man on your left. "I-It looks n-ice."

Jimin hums, looking at you. "I think so too."

"Let's go inside." Namjoon announces.

To say that everyone in the front office was surprised is an understatement. Everyone halted in their tracks to gawk at the mafia gang as they strolled in with you, nearing the front desk where the assistant head administrator stands.

She gulps visibly as you all approach, Namjoon in front. "We want to register a student here. Where is your head administrator?"

"H-quite he's busy at the moment, you might have to wait for about half an hour before he could meet with you." She answers.

"Well, tell him to cancel his plans right now because we're on a tight schedule." Namjoon smiles that didn't reach his eyes.

She timidly nods, reaching for the black phone beside her and dialing the number. "Hello, sir; there are people here who want to enroll a student right now."

"Didn't I say I had work to do? Tell them I decline to meet them, and do your job to set up another time."

"Besides, it's mid-year; they're crazy to register them now."

The assistant anxiously flickers her eyes at Bangtan, which catches Hoseok's attention. "Sir, you don't understand…"

Hoseok's face twitches with amusement as he approaches Namjoon from behind. "Boss, he's most likely refusing."

The woman hears Hoseok and glances at them both with fright. "Ah- no, he'll—"

Namjoon blinks, his face expressionless yet menacing to everyone else. "I'll talk to him."

She hands the phone to Bangtan's leader immediately. He then presses the phone against his ear. "Morning, Pang Chunso-ssi—"

"Who am I speaking to? Are you the one who wants to enroll a student in the middle of the school year? Are you insane?"

Namjoon chuckles dryly. "This is Black Mamba speaking, I'm sure you've heard of me."

The phone went silent.

"Good, you have. Then you should know that I wasn't asking when I said I wanted to register a student here."

The man suddenly clears his throat. "I apologize! O-of course, I'll have my schedule c-cleared out r-right now."

"Excellent. And one more thing Pang Chunso-ssi..."

"Yes... Sir?"

"Am I crazy?" He grinned evilly.

"N-No, o-of course n-not, sir."

"Right, because I'm not that crazy to know about the secret second family you've been hiding from your wife and two kids for the past three years." He replies.

"H-how…"

"Ah, ah, no questions, we'll be at your office in two minutes, and if you're not ready by then, all of those pictures will be sent in two minutes, understood?"

"Y-yes."

"See you soon, Chunso-ssi." He hangs up the phone and returns it to the woman. "Lead us to his office."

They entered the chief administrator's office two minutes later, exactly as Namjoon had stated, with the documents in Jin's hands. As Bangtan comes in, the man straightens up.

He greets Namjoon and the others with a 90-degree bow. "Please take a seat."

"To begin, I'll need the application form, birth certificate, past school records, and emergency contact documents." He begins.

Jin passes over the packet with all of the necessary documentation. "There aren't any school records."

"Pardon?" He raises his eyes to Jin.

"She's never been to school before; this is her first time." Jin responds.

The head administrator's face contorts in befuddlement. "And it's for…" He then takes a look at the application form and the birth certificate. "…Kim Y/N."

"Y/N, me." You smile as you talk, pulling the man's attention to yourself.

He smiles professionally. "That's the new student, I see. I see- well, unfortunately, without any school records, we won't be able to—"

"Perhaps I didn't make myself clear Pang Chunso-ssi... Should we find out how your wife and kids will react when they realize you—"

"Okay, okay!" He coughs, trying to keep his composure. "I'll get her registered, she'll start attending tomorrow."

"Today." Namjoon cuts in.

"I- Today..." Chunso glances at his assistant, calling her over. "Tell them to prepare her transcripts and class schedule."

The woman nods, taking the documents and hurriedly leaving the office. Chunso then claps his hands. "Well, you may wait outside, her papers will be ready in a few short minutes."

They all rise from their chairs, and the man bows ninety degrees again. You cock your head. "What are you doing?"

Everyone then looks at you. "I-I'm showing respect."

"Oh." You blankly look at him up and down then mirror his actions, bowing ninety degrees, making the old man's eyes widen. "Huh-?!"

Before you could say anything else, you're grabbed by the shoulder and led out of the office, leaving the headmaster stunned.

"Y/N, you don't have to do that." Jin tells you.

"Why?"

"You're with us, or at least closely associated with us now. And a thing about Bangtan, they don't bow down to anyone, so neither should you." Namjoon explains.

"So... no bow?"

"Yes."

Once your papers were printed, indicating that you were an official student at the school, the assistant informed you that you would be given a tour of the school by another student, which meant that the seven men who accompanied you were no longer required to be present.

So they're back at the entryway, near their parked luxury vehicle, wishing you goodbye.

"I feel like a mother dropping her child off at college." Jin says this while smiling at you. "But aside from that, behave well and have fun, okay?"

He carefully extends his hand and softly pets your head, making you grin slightly as you hum in response.

Jin steps back, allowing the others their turn. Everyone except Yoongi, who is already grimacing in the van as his members say their goodbyes.

Hoseok and Namjoon finished their turn next, followed by Jimin, Jungkook, and Taehyung.

"Ya, don't do anything I wouldn't, alright?" Jungkook says, causing Taehyung and Jimin to nudge him roughly. "What-? I didn't say anything bad."

"Yeah but she doesn't understand that. And besides, the things you wouldn't do is socialize and be nice to others." Taehyung rolls his eyes.

"That's exactly my point." Jungkook responds, which makes the elder less amused.

He then looks at you. "Hope you have fun my cutie. We'll be back before you know it."

The two youngest then climbed in the vehicle with the others, leaving Jimin alone. "Also if anyone bothers you, tell us okay?"

You nod. "O-okay."

He ruffles your hair lightly. "Bye Y/N. We'll arrange for Sun-woo to pick you up after school."

"Just look for a car like this one, understood?"

"Yes."

Finally, all seven members piled into the vehicle and drove away.

"Y/N-ssi." Someone beckons to you, prompting you to turn around.

"Hello." You greet. "My name, Y/N."

"I know, I called you that." He rolls his eyes. "Anyway, I'm Young-Jae, I'm assigned to show you around the school, so keep up."

"Keep up?" You furrow your brows at the phrase.

"Yeah, it means don't be slow." He scoffs. "What are you five?"

"No, my name, Y/N." You gesture to yourself.

He irritably clicks his tongue. "Yeah, you said that twice, now come on."

After about a half-hour tour of the school, Young-Jae had bite his tongue every few seconds in answer to your absurd questions. Seriously, how do you not know any of the stuff here, like a water fountain. Were you born under a rock, or are you just dumb?

Then a bright bulb went out in his head, yeah, it will undoubtedly be a memorable first day of school for you. He comes to a halt in the middle of his stroll, which causes you to come to a halt as well. "Hey, wanna see a cool spot that no one else knows about?"

"Cool…?" Your brow furrows with interest.

"Yeah, you'll enjoy this." He lies.

"O-okay." You blithely agree. Too easy, he thought.

He snatches your wrist and drags you over campus, your small legs struggling to keep up with his speed. He then comes to a halt in the middle of the corridor, in front of an old, worn-out door. "We've arrived."

You peer around behind him, your gaze scanning the door. "What is it?"

"Oh, there are so many great things you could play with." He responds in a phony happy tone that you miss.

If there was anything nice that came out of the facility, it was the unlimited quantity of toys you were given to keep you entertained in the ten-by-ten-foot box room.

"I-I can g-o in-sside?" You questioned.

"Sure you can!" He opens the door and then shoves you inside. "Have fun!"

Then he shuts the door and doesn't bother to switch on the lights for you. You stare about in the darkness until you hear a click that causes your head to jerk up. "H-hello?"

But all you're met with is silence.

And suddenly, the darkness merely brings back the unpleasant memories you're trying to erase. You start grabbing your chest and squeezing it repeatedly, striving to keep your whimpers silent. Your eyes are closed as you strive to remain quiet; otherwise, someone could discover you and scold you for being so… weak…

"Hello, 007." An artificial voice interrupted your thoughts, forcing you to startle and open your eyes.

Your wide eyes landed on a purple three-dimensional holographic lady, and your eyes began to glow violet again as you stared at the unknown woman in front of you.

"Do not be afraid 007, I am only here to assist you." The woman speaks robotically.

"My name is Genesis, and I am a three-dimensional artificial intelligence. Dr. Hyon Kwan created me. Also known as for you, Mister."

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Weightless;; KSJ

Word Count;; 6.3k

Genre;; Yandere + Sci-Fi Horror [Alien Series AU]

Pairing;; Seokjin x F!Reader

Summary;;

There’s something aboard the ship. The crew refuses to comment on it, paid to act like everything is smooth sailing despite the obvious, but you’ve heard it. In the dead of night, when the partying comes to an end and your fellow guests retire to their rooms, screams echo from deep within the bowels of the Ishimura.

It’s only a matter of time before it comes for you. Even now you can hear it breathing, whispering, groaning. Laying awake on your bed, you stare into the overhead vent. It’s there you always find them - floating eyes amidst the endless dark.

Warnings;;

Umm, Alien-typical content, yandere-typical content. Death (no MCD), violence, drugging, gore, horror, suspense, mental breakdowns, etc etc

SPACE HORROR!! No one can hear you scream in space! There's nowhere to run in space! muhahaha!

Notes;;

This is for @taetaecherub's Fear Festival BTS Halloween Collab! <3 Don’t forget to check out the other works - they’re gonna be great! Also I love you if you picked up on any of the references in this! It's packed full of them!!

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Weightless.

When you awake, you’re weightless. Free, light, unburdened – it’s as if you’re floating in space. A sense of serenity befalls you. Taking a deep breath, you suck down the artificial air and hold it deep within your lungs.

There’s something off about the crew. They haven’t been acting right ever since the outing on Feros. You exhale through parted lips. Desperate whispers shared in dark corners, mouths sealed shut behind trembling lips, eyes wide with the unspeakable knowledge, the horrendous truth of what happened that “uneventful” day.

Another inhalation of not-quite-perfect oxygen. It’s almost indistinguishable from Earth’s air and yet… you know. Perhaps that’s the only reason it bothers you. You know it isn’t natural. It sits heavy in your chest. If only you had caught a glimpse of the passenger they carted down to medical. Without something concrete, you have nothing to investigate. An insistent burn tickles your lungs. Asking everyone you see if they know of a missing guest is proving futile. Just as your chest is ready to burst, you release your breath.

Enough is enough.

Today is the day you get your answers.

After filling up with another large breath, your eyes drift open. It’s quiet now. Well, the screaming has quieted down at least. Early mornings are the best time to reflect on the information you’ve gathered thus far for this exact reason. The gravity in your room is off, allowing you to float with only your tether keeping you within reach of your bed. There’s a steady, rhythmic rasp from within the overhead vent and its consistency lulls you into a meditative state. Focusing on the unblinking pair of eyes staring down at you through the metal grate, you allow your mind to wander.

It’s been a week since the day trip to Feros, a boring little planet with a tiny little human settlement and a massive science lab. You heard they didn’t even let anyone inside the high-tech facility, claiming to be on the brink of a breakthrough with no time to entertain ‘rich little monkeys’. And after hearing extensive complaining for three days straight, you couldn’t say you disagreed. Everyone aboard the cosmic cruise lay somewhere on the egotistical spectrum. Self-involved to a sickening degree, not one person batted an eye as they recalled how distant and dreary the colonists appeared.

The few that provided anything useful were easily the worst people you’ve ever had the displeasure of talking to. On the fourth day of snooping you found yourself sneaking into the V.I.P lounge. A special place for the special elite, it reeked of wealth. Art lined the walls. Alcohol of every colour glistened and beckoned. Gold trim couches and crystal tables reflected beams of ‘daylight’ from the chandeliers. The whole room glowed as scantily dressed women hand-fed the guests fresh grapes. Fresh. So much for the hydroponics failing. After circling the outskirts of the room and coming up empty handed, you swallowed your nerves and threw yourself into the lion’s den.

In the centre of the lounge was a man and a woman. At first glance they appeared normal enough – the man wore a casual suit jacket, red dress shirt and blue jeans, while the woman sported a pink fringe and bun, with a hairpin to keep it in place, and a dark undercut. Her clothes resembled an army officer’s but you couldn’t place which military they belonged to. Aside from a modest silver chain around the man’s neck, their attire wasn’t extravagant.

Their personalities, on the other hand, left something to be desired.

“Can you tell me about the colonists? Did anything seem off?”

The woman, Yuma, scoffed. “Useless and weak.”

She crossed her arms and looked out the window. Millions of miles of distant, flickering stars laid beyond the glass. No ships, no planets, no moons – only empty space. When Yuma didn’t elaborate further, you glanced at her companion. Legs spread wide, he slouched in his chair with a cigar in hand. Actual, honest to God smoke wisped from the tip. The ventilation system overhead whirled as it filtered out the cancerous pathogen.

“What about you?” you asked, flicking your head in his direction. “See anything odd?”

“Why do you ask, princess? Did you see anything?”

You recognised his voice before his face. His South African drawl was impossible to ignore. “I wouldn’t be asking if I had, Volker.”

He grinned but there was nothing amiable in his voice as he spoke, “Well, aren’t you cute? If your boyfriend wasn’t such a pain in the arse, I’d teach you a thing or two about manners.”

“Boyfriend? I don’t have a–”

“Pisshole of a planet, it was. I stood in cow shit the moment we disembarked.” Hoyt blew cigar smoke into your face. “Those shoes were my favourite, too. I had a local hunt the croc and everything.”

You coughed. “But what about the people?”

“Who fucking cares?”

Narrowing your eyes at him, you opened your mouth to respond when a slimy ‘excuse me, doll’ met your ears. A shudder crawled down your spine as he grew louder, inched closer. His breath warmed your neck and his fingers trailed down your body as he sidled behind you.

“Everyone knows you have to crack a few eggs to make an omelette.”

“What does that mean?” you said, fighting to keep the anger out of your voice as you turned your head toward the newcomer.

Scotch in hand, he plopped down on a leather chair. It groaned under his plump weight. Eyes glued to the curve of your ass, he sipped his drink. Ice clinked in the glass. With a wave of his hand he summoned one of the girls to his side. They moved in clockwork tandem; he parted his fat lips and she slipped a grape onto his tongue. Despite the illegal activities you suspected of the other two, McKay was by far the worst of the three: a serial imperialist.

“All I’m saying is those scientists are doing good work.”

“Waste of perfectly good ‘eggs’.” Hoyt muttered as he rose to his feet. He brushed off imaginary dirt before walking toward you. While not exceptionally tall, his presence compensated for what he lacked in inches. The closer he approached, the smaller you felt. Despite his slender frame you bounced back when his shoulder collided with yours. Not bothering to stop or acknowledge the hit, he continued, “They could fetch a nice price, that lot.”

Yuma snorted, shaking her head. “They’re too weak to work. Not worth the money.”

Hoyt departed with a dismissive wave. You refocused your attention on McKay. It might be unwise to keep your back to a woman like Yuma, but you were willing to take that risk.

“How do you know they’re doing good work?”

McKay ignored you. “Now, now, Ms. Lau. They have worth.”

“If they can’t work even a simple colony, what good are they to anyone?”

“Well,” he began, gaze landing on you as he wet his lips, “I can think of a thing or two their bodies can be used for.”

“You fucking—”

“Idiot,” Yuma growled, ending the conversation as she flipped McKay off.

Now three days later you’re no closer to figuring out just what the hell is going on. But you have faith. Faith in yourself, faith in your investigation, faith in the medical bay and the files it holds. Today is the day everything comes to a head.

“They can’t keep their secrets any longer,” you whisper to the vent. What it whispers back you don’t know. You don’t care to know, either. “Time to go.”

It’s your imagination, it has to be, but you swear the eyes burn brighter for a mere second before they fade away completely. The steel walls of the ventilation shafts offer no sound other than a consistent thump as your monster retreats. You consider pursuing it but fear holds you back. Just because it hasn’t attacked you yet doesn’t mean it won’t. It could be biding its time.

Watching.

Waiting.

The walk down to the medical wing takes much too long. You passed many people along the way, most of whom didn’t acknowledge you in the slightest, but you had to be careful. The last thing you needed were witnesses. With your head down and your eyes averted, you used less-travelled corridors and stuck to the ‘slums’. Even so, your luck took a turn for the worse the moment you ran into none other than Sean McKay.

Fraternising with the lower upper class, champagne flowed around him as he flitted from housewife to housewife. Even the rich yearn for greater wealth, it seemed, and McKay was nothing if not a money bag. Your fellow guests flocked to him, buttering him up with unwarranted compliments while allowing his sleazy hands to wander. Unable to hide your distaste, your lips turn upward into a snarl. Of course, that was the moment he decided to look up from his plethora of women. Your eyes locked with his for half a second and that was all it took. Recognition lit up across his features as he waddled across the room.

“Sean darling,” a middle-aged woman whined after him, “have you seen Camilla? She’s been missing for–”

“Didn’t we chat in the V.I.P lounge?” McKay’s voice boomed as he called to you. “What brings a special little lady like you down here?”

Everyone’s attention landed on you. Envy fueled their glares. Like a pack of wolves, they encircled you. Shifting from side to side, you exhaled sharply. “I could ask the same of you.”

“You know, I never did catch your name, darling.”

Your fist tightened into a ball. Readying yourself to go down swinging, you zeroed in on his nose. One good hit and it would break. Blood would spurt down his greasy face and dark rings would form around his eyes, making him look like a grotesque racoon-pig hybrid. It would be worth it… but only on a personal level.

“I can’t believe you’d forget my name so easily,” you sighed, turning on your heels.

“But I didn’t forget,” he huffed as he jogged toward you, practically glueing himself to your side. “You never told me.”

“No, you are mistake–”

Your body jerked to a stop. Stubby fingers latched around your wrist. His palm chafed your skin as he yanked you back. Dark, beady eyes narrowed as he searched your face. Willing yourself to appear neutral, your jaw loosened and your forehead relaxed. It worked. He chuckled.

"You sure are a pretty little thing. How about we discuss your identity, your real identity, up in my suite? I'm sure we can work something out–"

"Honey!" Your eyes widened at the familiar voice. "There you are. I've been looking everywhere for you." With an exaggerated groan, your nuisance of a friend crossed the room in a few short strides. Several of the women murmured his name as he passed, pink tinging their cheeks. "Come now, we're late. Oh, who is this? A friend of yours?"

Seokjin extended his hand. With great reluctance, the older man shook it. "McKay. Sean McKay. You've probably heard of me."

"Hmm." Seokjin tilted his head. After a moment, he clicked his fingers together. Turning the full effect of his dazzling smile onto you, he sidled up beside you, pushing McKay out of the way. "Is this that famous dressmaker you were talking about, baby?" You shook your head but it didn’t deter him. "I can't thank you enough for accepting our request. When we discovered her wedding dress missing from our luggage, we were devastated."

McKay failed at hiding his sneer. He mentioned something about his industries and whatnot, laying out his resume to an audience that had no interest in it. After a while he trailed off, clearing his throat to excuse himself before storming out of the room. If he expected someone to follow, none did. And while the glares sent in your direction had intensified, some faded to awe-stricken swooning. Seokjin, after all, was quite the sight.

"Why’d you say that?" you muttered, kicking his shoe. It was probably worth more than most people's homes.

He shrugged before pulling you into a suffocating hug. Fingers carded through your hair as he petted your head. "It felt right to me.”

“If you say so,” you laughed, disentangling your limbs from his, “darling.”

Seokjin stiffened at the word and you took the opportunity to walk away.

And now he hasn’t left your side. Which is putting a massive dampener on your investigation. You’ve walked past the medical wing thrice, each time with Seokjin in tow. No matter the excuse he remains, clinging to you like a koala. If he held you any tighter your arm would fall off. Shaking him off is futile because he just comes right back. You’re coming up on the door yet again and the guard outside is stroking his rifle like it’s an extension of himself.

It’s now or never.

“Listen, Jin. I’ve got some things I need to do today so why don’t we meet back up later?”

“It’s fine. I’m not busy today.”

He smiles at you and your heart skips a beat. Everyone always tells you how beautiful and perfect he is, and how lucky you are to have him as a friend, but you’ve never thought much about it. About him.

“Well, I need to… it doesn’t matter.”

His smile widens into a grin and a single thought pervades: the world truly does shine brighter with him in it.

There’s an irritated sigh from the guard when you pause a few feet ahead of him. “You two again. Do you need something?”

“Yeah, let us through,” you say, taking a step forward. He tightens his hold around the rifle’s grip. Pausing, you raise your brow. “Please?”

“This area is off limits.”

“Why?”

“There was an incident. Don’t worry about it.”

“Okay, but why?”

“If there’s nothing else?” He gestures to the side and your face sets into a frown.

“Thanks for nothing, asshole.”

When you turn to leave, a spark shoots past you. While your brain races to process what the blue light could be, your body reacts on its own. Throwing yourself against the wall, you drop to the ground and throw your hands above your head. Pained grunting fills the corridor. It’s overshadowed by a constant electric hiss. After a solid minute, both sounds cease, only to be replaced by the loud thud of flesh meeting metal.

Looking back at the guard, you gasp. “What the fuck?”

He lay passed out on the floor. Seokjin kicks his leg, stun gun aimed at the man’s head all the while. The guard doesn’t move. With a beaming grin, Jin gives you a thumbs up.

“What the fuck, Jin!” you shout, staggering to your feet. “Why did you do that? How do you even have that?”

“You need to get in here, right?” You give him a hesitant nod. “Then let’s go.”

“We’re going to be thrown into the brig for this. We are so fucked!”

Swiping the keycard off the guard, he opens the door to the medical wing. “If there’s anyone left to throw us in.”

“What… what do you mean?”

He sighs, and when you increase the distance with a shaky step back, he lunges at an incredible speed. Fingers snaking around your wrist, he yanks you forward, ushering you toward the truth you were so desperate to find. Unease whirls within your gut. There’s no traffic down the long hall. The lights are dull and there’s an occasional flicker of red overhead – the emergency alarm system is activated but emitting no sound.

In fact, everything is dead silent.

“I know you’ve seen it, too.”

Heart racing, the blood pounding against your eardrums almost drowns his words out. Almost. The uneasy churning of your gut returns in full force and nausea overwhelms you. Something is wrong. Where are all the doctors? The other guards?

Seokjin sets a brisk pace. His dark hair ripples and sways with each step. You can’t see his face as he leads you deeper down the shadowy corridor. Every door you pass is closed. No light leaks from under their thresholds. Without thinking, you raise your hand to touch his hair, to see if it’s as soft as it looks, but you jolt back when you hear a loud clang.

Metal against metal, your first thought is that of a tray hitting the ground. Several smaller clanks follow, like surgical instruments splaying across the floor. You come to a stop behind Seokjin. His broad shoulders shield you from whatever sight has his breath faltering. Alarm bells ring in your mind. Every instinct is telling you to turn tail and run.

Inhaling, you push your worries down.

Exhaling, answers lie ahead.

Inhaling, you recall their screaming.

Blood-curdling screeches that echoed through the ventilation system. They started the night after the Feros trip. You awoke with a start, drenched in sweat and adrenaline coursing through your veins. Not a single remnant of whatever nightmare plagued you lingered, but what else could it be? On the maiden voyage of the luxurious USG Ishimura, the first spaceliner with the ability to travel beyond the Sol System, there was no room aboard for petty criminals or vagrants.

No one screamed on the ship.

It was your imagination.

No one died on the ship.

The crew wouldn’t allow it.

And yet the terrified wailing recurred every night after. Not just a single cry, but many, sometimes even all at once. If it started with just the Feros passenger, it soon spread. Working its way up from the lower decks, it was only a matter of time before it reached the elite in their ivory cabins. When you mentioned it off-handedly to the occupants of the rooms next to yours, you became a pariah (“Did you know she hears voices? She thinks the crew is killing people!”) amongst them. They weren’t filthy rich, not like the McKays of the world, but they had enough money to burn on an overpriced, overhyped cosmic journey in style.

Exhaling, there’s more than just your life at stake.

When they brought the passenger back, Patient Zero if you will, he was unresponsive. You gathered that much from the guards. Shouts rang out loud and clear as you, fashionably late, stumbled toward the docking bay. Their concern piqued your interest – whatever could have happened on such a dull planet? Given that you’d slept through the tour announcement and missed your chance to feel solid ground underfoot for another few weeks, you were glad for the entertainment and followed the frenzy toward the infirmary.

The passenger couldn’t walk on their own. Armed guards held them upright as they escorted the patient into the bowels of the ship. Chasing after them, you called out offering aid, eager to see what infliction ended the trip early for the unlucky tourist. Doctors shooed you away but not before you saw the terror in their eyes. Guns pointed in your direction and, despite your spot as an 'honourable guest', you knew they considered you expendable.

Jog staggering to a halt, your arms rose in surrender.

It was better for your health if you remained oblivious, so you turned your back on the passenger. For a single second, as the doctors struggled to open the infirmary door, the passenger's head drooped and lolled. In the briefest of moments, you saw everything in the nothingness.

What should have been Patient Zero's face was the incomprehensible.

Inhaling, you fill your lungs until your chest hurts.

Your eyes are closed and yet you see.

For the first time, you truly see.

Leaning around Seokjin, your vision blurs but your clarity is infallible.

Your breath departs in a rushed gasp.

Long, sticky globs drip from the ceiling. Once white walls are streaked maroon. Deep holes permeate the thick metal. Carts lay scattered, overturned and dented. Your gaze travels further down the hall, teetering on the edge of the infinite dark. Twitching in the shadows is a blood-soaked leg. Clad in heels, it bounces like a nervous child on their first day of school.

Once more you’re presented with the chance to help rather than abandon but you hold fast, paralysed with uncertainty. The movement is unnatural; frantic. After a particularly harsh jerk it levitates off the ground. Not far, just a few inches, but hovering all the same.

Alarms explode to life and you cover your ears with a wince. The emergency system plunges the entire hall into the pits of hell. Replacing the white light, crimson pours down the corridor. Intrusive, it doesn’t stop where its predecessor deemed fit. Igniting the entirety of the wing in its fiery glow, every room burns red.

You catch sight of the leg. It’s still now; as is the man holding it. What seems like miles of distance separate you, but the desperation in his eyes is evident all the same. A beacon of despair, he trembles and cries, his face wet with fear. The desire to help dissipates. What replaces it is primal – the need to survive. With a clenched fist, you shake your head at the man, stepping back the way you came. His shoulders slump and you wonder if he understands just how alone he truly is.

Grabbing the back of Seokjin’s shirt, you pull him toward you, a silent plea to escape. He doesn’t take much convincing. Without flinching, he wraps his arm around your shoulders and places a chaste kiss against your forehead. It provides little comfort. Shepherding you back toward the entrance, his face is a blank canvas.

It’s unnerving how calm he is.

Even when the doctor starts to scream, he doesn’t look back. Your neck aches from how fast you snap around but Seokjin doesn’t pause, doesn’t react. Not even when your nails break the skin of his arm does he offer you anything more than a soothing pet on the head. Your heart threatens to crack your ribs with each thunderous thud but he doesn’t break a sweat. Tears spill down your cheeks and your throat constricts as you watch the impossible.

“It’s… what? What? How is it?” you babble more to yourself than him. “Not real, right? Or… What the fuck!”

Inch by inch, something lowers itself from the ceiling. Spikes tap against the ground as its tail slithers down. Its attention is locked onto the doctor. On long, spindly legs, the creature stalks toward him. Despite a humanoid appearance, its head is elongated and shiny. Drool pours down its chin as it screeches. Its skin is as black as the dead space surrounding the hunk of metal you’re stuck on.

Lurching for the leg once more, the doctor fumbles until he manages to pull a lighter out of a blood-soaked pocket. Made of steel, it glimmers in the red-tinged hall.

“Lord forgive me.”

He flicks the lighter open and a small flame ignites. The creature leaps forward. Arms outstretched, its claws dig into his chest. The doctor writhes in agony. Blood spurts from his body, spraying across the walls. It leans in closer to his face. When its mouth opens, a high-pitched squeal emanates. The flame dances across its metallic teeth. With a final, inaudible retort, the man’s hand drops.

Time slows. Or rather, your brain lags, struggling to comprehend the scene before you.

From within the monster’s throat extends a smaller head. It screeches and cries, like a child awoken from a nap. The lighter falls into the growing puddle beside the man. It doesn’t go out. Lightning fast, the second head bursts forward. It pierces through the man’s skull as if it were made of jelly. Blue flames creep across the floor, following a small trail that leads to a flipped jerry can. The fire gains ground. Encircling the alien, heat licks at its tail and feet.

It roars as it leaps into the ventilation shaft.

“Jin, did you see?” You turn to Seokjin and he nods, expressionless. “Did you see it?”

“Come on. We need to go.”

He drags you back the way you came. Sweat dampens your shirt as you trudge along with him. The further you go, the cooler it becomes. The fire isn’t travelling; it has nothing to consume aside from the gasoline and corpses. You’re wrapped up in your thoughts when you hear it –

thump,

thump.

Even over the blaring alarms you can hear it.

Surely Seokjin does too, and yet…

Skidding to a halt, you grip his wrist hard enough to bruise. He taps his foot with a frown. When he opens his mouth to speak, you slam your hand against his lips. Lifting a trembling hand, you point to the ceiling then to the vent entrance a few feet ahead.

“It’s in the vents,” you whisper, voice cracking as you take a step back, “We can’t go back that way, it’ll kill us!”

“Don’t worry. We’re going to be okay.”

“How can you say that! Look around, Jin! Nothing is okay here!”

“It can’t hear us over all this noise.”

“And if it, like, smells us? Or can see heat signatures? Did you think of that?” He snorts. Turning around, he rubs your right shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze. Scoffing, you continue, “This is fucking serious, Jin! What is with… you…?”

It’s just a pinch, really, but it stings all the same.

“What da… do?”

And then it burns.

He sighs. “You’re acting hysterical.”

It spreads through your veins like decay.

“Hush now, quiet. It’s going to be okay.”

You didn’t realise you were wailing until he gripped your face, moulding you beneath his large hands and forcing your mouth shut. Content with your compliance, his thumb brushes against your bottom lip. You try to push him away but you’re so heavy. Limbs like lead, you dangle beneath his iron hold. Unable to keep your eyes open, darkness washes over you. It’s cold, just like his lips as they press against yours. When he pulls away, you soar through the air.

His voice rains down on you from every direction.

“All that matters is keeping you safe.”

───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

Weighted.

When you wake, you’re weighed down. Heavy, shackled, burdened – it’s as if you’re rooted to the ground. Pure terror seizes you. Gasping for air, you gulp down the stale oxygen blowing out the vent.

Oh God, the vent–

“There’s no one there,” Seokjin hums. “Not now at least.”

“Are you sure?”

Ignoring his reassurances, you stare into the vent. Nothing stares back. A pang of loneliness gnaws at you. The one constant that had gotten you through it all is gone. Where eyes once burned bright is stillness. There’s no comfort left in your cold little box of a room.

When you sit up, your head throbs. Both of your arms are sore. Your legs are lethargic.

“What happened back there?”

Seokjin dismisses you as he continues rifling through your drawers. “There isn’t much time.”

With a dry chuckle, you stagger to your feet. He doesn’t move to help you, nor does he crack off a witty retort. Wide open at the bottom of the bed is a suitcase. You recognise the belongings inside to be yours. Some clothes, some documents, some knick-knacks – everything you need and everything you love.

“What are you doing?”

“What does it look like?”

“I don’t know,” you pause for effect, “housekeeping?”

For the first time in days you hear his obnoxious laugh. There’s a nervous energy underlying it but butterflies erupt within your stomach all the same. It wasn’t even a funny joke and yet you keel over, body shaking in a fit of giggles.

“We’re so fucked!” you laugh, tears blurring Seokjin’s visage as he throws yet another of your possessions onto the mountainous pile. “We’re gonna die here, you know?”

“Neither of us are dying here. That’s what escape pods are for, dummy.”

Wiping your eyes with the back of your hand, you nod at him, hope bubbling in your chest. “You’re a genius.”

“Well thank you, milady.”

"All we have to do is get everyone to a pod or boat or whatever and abandon this hellship! There’s got to be a way to ping everyone or send out an alert, right?”

“Yes but…” he trailed off, avoiding your gaze.

“But?”

“I mean no offence but… I don’t think people will believe you.”

“Then you tell them.”

“We can’t risk our own lives for these people. They’re not worth it.”

“Are you serious right now?” When he doesn’t respond, you scoff. “Then I’ll do it alone. If no one will believe me, then I’ll just have to find a way to space that… thing instead.”

“I can’t let you do that.”

“What? Are you gonna drug me again?”

He flinches. “I did what I had to.”

“And now so am I.”

Walking to the door, you place your hand over the scanner. Green light emits from the device. It shrouds your hand in a sickly glow. Seokjin stands. His tone is acidic as he demands you stop. The door slides open and a gust of air whips around you. He crosses the room in a few short steps, his hand reaching for you, his nails grazing your shirt. Your name falls from his lips in increasingly loud whispers. Without looking back you take off in a brisk jog.

There’s a ball in the community area. ‘Ball’ being fancy talk for ‘party’, it’s your best bet at reaching the most people at once. Every night they hold one, and every night the place is packed. If you can broadcast the situation, inform the attendees of the atrocities of the crew, then perhaps Patient Zero (and every death henceforth) won’t have been in vain. With everyone’s help, removing the oversized killer pest will be a cinch.

Seokjin calls out your name.

A scowl stretches across your face.

Using the escape pods should be the last ditch effort. The Ishimura is a fine ship – there’s no reason to abandon her. If the oldies from early Hollywood are anything to go by, making a flamethrower isn’t difficult. While most of the guests are useless, vile, and downright repulsive human beings, some possess unsavoury talents. People like Yuma might even be able to take the beast on with their bare hands. Criminals abound, you wouldn’t even be surprised if the cargo bay is riddled with weapons. Hoyt wouldn’t have boarded without packing some serious heat.

Shouldn’t you go straight to them?

They won’t care until it comes knocking on their door.

Seokjin is closer now, your name ringing in your ears.

“Go away!”

The engineering team always goes to the ball – their head honcho (Mark? Or was it Mack?) adores the dancing and the wine and classic 2100’s vibe – which makes the community area your best bet. It’ll be a double win if you can recruit them. With their expertise, you can make an assortment of weapons, and even rig one of the escape pods. Launching the alien into a black hole or sun would be ideal, but you’ll settle for it just being the fuck off the ship.

Luring it, however, is a whole different can of worms.

“God dammit, I said, ‘stop!’”

The hum of music greets you as you round the corner. Up ahead the ball is in full swing. Guests swing and twirl as their partners guide them. A young woman belts out the soothing rendition of Toxic, one of the original great songs from the new Elizabethan era.

Despite its initial jovial appearance, no one is laughing within the grand, gilded hall.

Huffing, you crack your neck and take a step forward. A weight connects with your back. Unsteady feet give way and you topple over. Your chin hits the ground, rattling your teeth. Dazed, you struggle to stand but are crushed beneath soft flesh. When you tilt your head, you come eye to eye with Seokjin.

“You can’t do this.” Grunting under his weight, you scramble to free yourself of his hold. He pins you down with a single hand, and when you kick your legs up in a frenzy, his knee juts into your spine. “Weyland-Yutani won’t allow it.”

“I didn’t realise you were a Company lapdog!” you seethe, spitting in his direction. Veering off to the side, it misses him completely but it has the desired effect. His eyes narrow and the veins in his neck pop. A grin creeps across your face before you mouth ‘fuck you’.

“Just know I’m doing this for you.”

Clutching onto the back of your shirt, he lifts your upper body a few inches before slamming you back down. Pain erupts across your collarbone. Choked whimpers escape your lips as he does it again. Your head ricochets off the ground when he does it for a third time. Warm blood rushes into your eye.

Commotion builds within the ballroom and you pray it’s because of you, that someone is going to run out and defend you. The music cuts off and murmurs overtake the constant hum of pain whirling inside your skull. Fighting through your dizzying stupor, you glance toward the attendees.

“Did a pipe burst?” a man says.

Your smile falls.

Not a single person cares about you.

Of course they don’t.

“What is that?!”

Then the screaming commences.

It happens so fast you can hardly keep up. A black mass drops from the ceiling. Shocked and petrified, the guests remain still. Seokjin is up on his feet before you can even blink. It’s in this split second of hesitation that he strikes. As he’s pulling the door closed, the champagne fountain runs red.

Then the stampede begins. Hundreds of guests run toward the main entrance. They shove one another, stomping any of the fallen without remorse. Their exit seals shut with a mocking hiss. Seokjin pulls out the security keycard from his first victim of the night. Pressing it against the scanner, he inputs several commands. A body thuds against the door. Desperate knocking pursues. Green is replaced with red as the door locks.

“Security override: successful. Lockdown in effect.”

“What are you doing? Mr. Kim, is that you? Open this door, Kim!” You recognise the voice to be McKay’s. “I work with the Company – didn’t they tell you? Open the fucking door!”

A part of you enjoys seeing this side of him:

Scared, feeble, small.

Now he’s no different from the rest.

“I’ll double what they’re paying you. Triple it! I’ll give you my entire fortune, Kim!”

Every inch of your body screams for you to stop but you push through it. There’s no way you’re missing the chance to see the great Sean McKay begging like the rat he is. A gurgled laugh rips through your lips. It only intensifies once you stand before the glass window. McKay’s pudgy, red face takes up the entire view.

“What a sight,” you say. “Of course you had a hand in this.”

“You. Did you do this? Where is Kim?”

“This Mr. Kim?” you ask, standing aside while gesturing for Seokjin to come forward. He complies. “He did it, alright.”

“You’re Mr. Kim? You two have been in cahoots this whole ti–”

McKay cuts off abruptly. You push Seokjin aside to get a better view, hoping for the worst. Your prayers are answered but it offers little comfort. The black spearhead of the alien’s tail wiggles out of his left eye socket. His lips twitch as his right eye rolls toward the back of his skull. Saliva mixes with blood, dribbling down his chin and staining his designer shirt pink. McKay’s body inches toward the glass, propelled forward by the tail. The tip scratches the window all whilst carrying the corpse, dangling it like a worm on a hook.

“Seokjin,” you say, stepping near enough to fog the glass. “Why are you doing this?”

Leaping across the room, the alien drags McKay with him. With your view unobscured, the entirety of its carnage lies before you. Blood, guts, limbs. It’s hard to look at the small bodies, the ones that used to be children. There’s a few of them. Worse than that, however, is how many are still alive, all huddled up in the corner behind those brave enough to take the monster on.

“They’re buying us time.” He grabs your shoulder but you don’t budge. “Come on. Don’t let their sacrifice be in vain.”

“There are children in there. Please, Jin, let them out. They don’t deserve this.”

Your pleas fall flat even to your own ears. They do little to persuade him, and you do little else to dissuade him. You want to chalk it up to exhaustion, blame it on your weakened condition, but you’re selfish. Why even fight? Maybe you save a few lives, maybe you die.

“You’re the only one worth saving here,” he says. His hands wrap around your waist, pulling you free from your trance. The world turns upside down as he lifts you. Ever-so-gently he places you over his shoulder.

"You're no better than them.”

And neither am I.

───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

Weightless.

When you awake, you’re weightless.

A migraine licks at your outer edges, the pounding only made worse when you open your eyes.

Red lights flash.

Klaxon alarms bellow.

Pressure crushes your chest.

But beyond the dissonance of the circular room…

Silent, vast, magnificent space.

It rushes around you as the escape pod is jettisoned.