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illicit intentions-pt.1 ■ jjk

⇴ Genre: two shot pt. 1, fluff, slight smut,18+M ⇴ Pairing: Jungkook X Reader X Yoongi ⇴ Word count: 10.3+ k ⇴ Warnings: dub-con,dirty talk, infidelity, pining SO MUCH PINING, mentions of alcohol, allusions to infertility, noona kink, phone sex? sorta?, deception, masturbation (male.female), (future smut) ⇴ Synopsis: Just when your life was settled and things seemed to be falling into place, doubt starts to creep in. ⇴ A/N: This is part one of a two shot epilogue. In order to understand this “two shot” you need to read the original series from the start Illicit photography

*Important*: I have been so honored to work with @sweetbunnykook! Her collaboration has driven us to madness and this is only the beginning of what we in store for this fic. Stay tuned for part two. She’s a genius and I love her so much for writing with me! <3

pt. 1 - pt. 2 - pt. 3 - pt.4 - pt.5 - pt. 6 - pt.7 - pt.8 - pt. 9 - final

EPILOGUE 1&2

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“That doesn’t look right...there’s just something missing.” Turning the camera angle, you snap a few more shots, looking for the perfect framing, but it just doesn’t happen. Flustered, you blow your hair out of your eyes and sneak a peek at Yoongi who’s lying on the picnic blanket spread across the green grass. His eyes are closed as he basks in the sunlight, while you’re frustrated without a picture.

It was supposed to be a day of relaxation away from the pressures of work and deadlines, but somehow you always managed to make it stressful.

“Baby, come here. You should be resting...doctor’s orders.” You scrunch your nose at your husband who is now nose deep into the fruit bowl you cut up just for this picnic. He always had the answer and solution, while you always had the problem. It wasn’t supposed to be a day for working, but here you were trying to rush the deadline again. To top it off, you had also rented a mini studio so that you could do commissions from time to time as a side hobby. You were just naturally a worker, while Yoongi was naturally a rester.

He worked just as hard, but for whatever reason, he managed to take things in stride. “I know what the doctor said, but he isn’t the one with customers waiting for their portraits and commissions.” Yoongi laughs at your tone. Ever since you started hormone therapy, you’d become touchy. Neither of you were to blame as both of you were healthy and fertile. Like any normal married couple, you should have been pregnant by now, but you weren’t. Naturally you blamed yourself; in honesty, the way you ran around in life, your body was too exhausted to procreate. “Hey now. Baby...just relax. Didn’t we plan this time so that we could relax and let go of work. You’re on summer break. Enjoy it.”

His tone was sweet and patient, but it was starting to get on your nerves. Why did he always have an answer for everything? It’s not like you didn’t already know what he was telling you.

“I’m trying. I just have to get these done and then I’ll rest.” Yoongi just snorts and goes back to napping. He knew you were too stubborn to quit. “Alright, baby. I’ll be here.”

An hour later, Yoongi was snoring while you worked on tearing through several rolls of film. “Maybe one of these will be perfect.” you hum to yourself.

Packing up your things, you realize the sun is starting to go down, and you haven't even spent any time with Yoongi at all. Guilt pulls at your heartstrings. He’s been trying so hard to please you and be there for you, but you were being a jerk.

“These damned hormones…..” Moving back down to the blanket, you bend over to kiss him sweetly on the nose. He stirs a bit and you bite back a smirk at how cute he was. The wind picks up slightly, raising up a few strands of his blond hair. He colored it just for you because you mentioned how it would look nice on him. It turns out you weren’t wrong. Moving your lips down to his own, you peck him tenderly causing him to snap his eyes open.

“Hey...:”

“Hey, yourself. You ready to go home?”

“Mmmhmm.”

Yoongi helps you pack everything quickly and you kind of wish you hadn't been so caught up with your projects. He would never openly blame you, he was too good for that, but you were the reason you couldn’t get pregnant. Whenever you both planned time off, or even tried to track ovulation, you always managed to sabotage it. Yoongi consistently supported you and never once complained, but you knew he wasn’t happy. He wanted a baby with you so much, but sometimes you wonder whether or not you wanted a baby at all. All of the hard work and planning just placed a lot of pressure on you--pressure you didn’t want.

Even if you had your reasons, all of this only lent to the terminal feeling that you were keeping him from the chance he deserved. There was no doubt in your mind that he would be an amazing father, but you weren’t ready to be a mother. It would be easy to explain it to him, tell him how you felt, but his heart was already set on the matter. Telling him would only cause problems that you weren’t ready to face, and you being the coward you are didn’t dare bring it up.

Finally getting home, you unpack everything, making sure to put it all in its place. You don’t really remember when you started being such a neat freak, but you had an idea.

Jungkook…

For whatever reason your thoughts turn to him. Shaking your head, you try to pull yourself together. The last time you saw him, he seemed happy and confident—his life seemed put together. Everything was perfect the way it was, so you didn’t need to be reminiscing about the past.

“Chinese or Indian?” Yoongi’s voice draws you out of your thoughts and guilt eats your heart raw. If he were able to read your thoughts at that exact moment, you’d be in trouble. It’s been such a long time since everything went down, and Yoongi has been nothing but amazing. Although he had been a victim of Jungkook’s malice, he had not once let you take the blame for what happened. If it weren’t for him, you would never have fully recovered. There was nothing to regret in regards to marrying him. He loved you the entire time even though your heart was elsewhere. For the last five years he loved you. The natural course was to marry him.

“Chinese is good.”

As he ordered the food on the phone, you watched him carefully. He truly is the angel that came down to swoop you up when you were in dire need of saving, though sometimes other thoughts made their way into your mind. It’s been a year and a few months of wedded bliss, yet you still felt like something was missing. Yoongi did his best to bring you happiness, and he was always well aware of your mood. But even with all of that, you treated him unfairly. You hated how stubborn you were; your mind unable to rest, unable to stop thinking, stop wondering, stop hoping for something, anything, to keep you grounded.

“It’ll be here in fifteen. Everything alright?” He comes closer, already sensing your change in demeanor.

“Yeah, just hungry.” The way you lie to him so easily makes your stomach twist. He really deserved better, and that alone made you hate yourself even more.

That night you go to bed early. Yoongi stayed up working on some music, while you sulked in bed. Why couldn’t you be happy? He was your friend, your lover, your savior; there for you through it all, yet you were completely selfish. You were supposed to want what he wanted, be the happy bride, live happily ever after, but your heart couldn’t settle into the idea. Many months back when the whole idea of having a baby came to be, you were both excited and ready, but now it just seemed like a terrible notion. It’s not that you never wanted to have a child, it was always your dream. You just didn’t want it to be the reason you stayed with Yoongi.

Using a child to keep your marriage happy and together was not your idea of love. You didn’t want to complain, you really had no reason for it. Yoongi was kind, gentle, patient, and loving—everything you could ever ask for, but the whole baby thing was just building a wedge between you both. Before things got worse, you had to find a way to make them better.

Keeping yourself busy, you spend more time in your studio. The idea of starting up your small business came to you when you realized your passion was more in producing art than teaching it. At first it started off as an idea, but now that things were starting to move along, you were extremely happy. You still worked at the university, but this gig was a part time distraction you welcomed. More and more people started finding your studio, some from campus advertisements, and business was booming.

“Here you are Ms. _____. Please let me know if I can do any more portraits for you. Have a nice day!” Finishing off with your last customer, you walk her out so that you can lock the door. The night was beautiful and serene, thousands of stars brightly shining in the sky. As you slide the metal grate down, you notice a flyer against one of the windows.

An advertisement for a photography exhibit. You couldn't remember the last time you went to one, and all the work you had piling up was already making it feel less and less likely that you could attend. Putting the paper in your bag, you lock up and head home. The moment you enter Yoongi was already waiting for you on the couch. Everything in the house was dark and only his shadow was visible.

“Hey. We need to talk.” You freeze. Tonight of all nights you were not expecting for him to bring up anything, but his words don’t surprise you. He was your best friend, and he knew you better than you knew yourself. Perhaps he was sensing how off you’ve been lately. It was obvious something was troubling you.

“A-About?” You ask. You had an idea what it might be about, but you didn’t want to slip up and say the wrong thing. The entire situation was messing with your emotions; the truth was, you had avoided the elephant in the room for far too long.

“You know what, smart ass. Come here.” He stands, reaching out his hands to you and you immediately run to him. Without words, he managed to burst the damn of tears you’d been holding back for months.

“It’s okay, ____. I know it’s been hard. We’ll get through this together.”

His words fill you with relief settling your heart as you agree with a nod. You weren’t sure what exactly he was referring to, but you knew it had something to do with making a baby.

“I’m sorry. It’s all my —“ he doesn’t let you finish, grabbing your hand to pull you down with him onto his lap. He holds you tight, kissing your forehead tenderly.

“Don’t you say things like that, ______. You’ve been through a lot and sometimes stress affects these things. It’s not you.”

Sweet as ever, Yoongi caresses your face as he hums a soft tune into your hair. He always knew how to calm you down. “Let’s take the doctor’s advice and do something relaxing. I can take care of your worries if you let me. Is there anything you want to do?”

Not much of a social butterfly, you tuck yourself deep into his neck and reject his request. “I’m okay. I’m fine right here.” Yoongi snickers and holds you tighter. “You’re so damn stubborn. There has to be something you would like to do that doesn’t have a lot of crowds...or noise.. or-”

Remembering the flyer you found, you quickly shoot out an idea. “I could maybe go to a photo exhibit?”

Yoongi smiles at your cute attempt to make an agreement. “See. That sounds like fun. When is it?”

“Saturday night.”

Yoongi sulks a bit. “Honey, I’m sorry, I have a concert that night, but how about you go? Just enjoy yourself...for me, okay?”

At first you’re not so sure you want to go alone. Having to attend any event without a companion was awkward and lonely. But as you look into his soft chocolate eyes, you can see the loving and genuine concern written there, so you reach a decision.

“Okay…” You pout, but he’s quick to kiss it away.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Slowly he stands holding you in his arms as he starts to walk you towards the bedroom. You really didn’t deserve him and that made the guilt ten times worse. Because, deep down, relaxation is not the only reason why you wanted to go.

The night of the exhibit comes before you know it. You almost cancel going, but Yoongi wasn’t having it. In order to feel more motivated, you decide to take extra time in making yourself feel beautiful. It had been too long since you prettied up.

You welcome the quiet ambience upon arriving at the event, walking straight towards a waiter to grab a flute of champagne. You spend about twenty minutes walking around, taking in all the beautiful handmade work. Just as your shoulders finally start to drop, your peace is stolen from you.

“What do you think?” A voice shakes you, drink spilling slightly over the rim of your flute. You were so caught up with an image you didn’t notice anyone enter your space. Within seconds, however, your entire body reacts, skin breaking out in goosebumps, breath quickening. It took less than a millisecond, but you already know who the owner of that voice was.

“Jungkook?”

Turning, your suspicions are confirmed, but you weren’t ready for what you were about to see. You could almost identify him, and yet you could not. Something seemed different. He was dressed in an all black suit tailored for his body. The way he just stands there, tall and confident, sends a shiver down your spine. How was it even possible for him to become even more attractive than he already was?

“Yes, that’s me. How are you?” He chuckles and you swallow.

“I’m...fine...what are you doing here?” You weren’t being rude by any means, at least not intentionally. The issue at hand was that you weren’t expecting to see him of all people. You had secretly hoped; maybe, but you never could imagine standing next to him and looking up at his face. He smiles and takes a sip of his champagne, drawing your attention to his neck. As he drank, his eyes never stopped focusing on you, leaving you claustrophobic.

“I’m well. Thank you for asking.” He smirks at your lack of manners and your face heats up. “So...are you going to answer my question?”

He’s only been standing in front of you for a minute and you were already a complete blubbering mess.

Successful in remembering his question, you stutter, “ Yeah— ugh… it’s very...”

Jungkook chuckles and smiles sweetly, taking you back to a time when you would give anything just to see it on his face daily. Struggling to finish your reply, you wave your arms around in an attempt to find the right words. “It’s average. I don’t particularly like this picture. Something about the angle and the lighting seems amateurish to me.”

Jungkook watches you struggle while he works hard to hold back a laugh. His question was intended as an icebraker because he really didn’t care what you thought about a stupid picture, his only priority at the moment was you.

“Really? I thought the light was captured well. It’s clear the photographer was trying to focus on the image in the background more so than the foreground.”

You roll your eyes and bite your bottom lip. “Interesting. As I recall, you always seemed to struggle with lighting, so I don’t agree with your take on it.”

And just like that, you were back. This was the ____ he remembered. The one that taught him everything he knew and was confident in all things, even when it came to making hard decisions.

Your mind clicks and the question that’s been lingering quickly flies out of your mouth. “You never answered my question. What are you doing here?” It came out more accusatory than you intended, but you were too overwhelmed by his presence to care.

Smiling, Jungkook dips his head forward a bit, close enough to make you nervous, but far enough to be appropriate. “I’m a photographer, remember?” He whispers, adding a wink for good measure.

“Oh…yeah. I'm so sorry.” You chuckle awkwardly wondering why you were jumping to conclusions. He obviously had his own studio and would come to these shows for networking reasons like any other person in the industry.

“There’s nothing to be sorry about. I come to these exhibits as often as I can. It’s part of the job.”

You feel even sillier at the fact that he was clearing up any misconception you didn’t express but felt rather paranoid about. He was mature enough to handle a simple conversation, so why couldn’t you?

“Yes, of course. How silly of me.”

“Frivolous…” he murmurs under his breath, biting his bottom lip enough to make it sting.

“What was that?”

“Nothing. So...how have you been? How’s...what was his name?”

Oh he definitely remembered Yoongi.

“Yoongi.”

“Yeah...Yoongi.” Jungkook had to give himself credit for managing to keep his face relaxed. He’s had enough counseling sessions and medication to last him a lifetime though they eventually did help him control his emotions. It’s been about a year that he hasn’t needed any of that and he was very proud of his accomplishments.

“He’s great. We’re great..I—Jungkook, it was so nice to see you again, but I have to go.” You glance around you as if you were afraid someone might catch you talking to him. “I have to— .” Nervously you search around for a table to set down your glass. You felt like an idiot for just cutting him off the way you did, but you had to get out. You turn quickly and dash to the exit.

“Wait!” Like a lost puppy Jungkook follows you, chasing you until he can no longer see you the crowd. The room suddenly feels stuffy—like he can’t breathe. You got away—again. These chance encounters with you were causing his head to spin. Having had enough of the venue, he makes his way outside.

The fog of the night reflects the light from the lamp posts making it hard to see clearly, but he doesn’t miss you. It seems like you’re attempting to get into your car and doing a poor job of it. He clenches his first, eager to think up the right words that won’t make you run away.

The last time he saw you, you couldn’t get away fast enough, behaving as if he were the plague. And tonight you had done the same thing, but he knew it wasn’t you, you weren’t like that. You may have hurt him by throwing him into the hospital, but he came to the realization that it was done out of love. He’s still sore about it regardless, but no longer angry.

“Noona, please don’t go.”

His soft broken voice startles you. You hadn’t expected him to follow you. Slowly you turn around, quickly noticing his nervous silence, shoulders slumped forward slightly. In a way it was adorable, but it makes you feel terrible. His half lidded eyes focus on your figure. He was always so soft, a baby who wore his emotions on his sleeve making it easy for you to detect his frame of mind. The entire scene only served to remind you how you could never say no to him.

“Jungkook...I’m sorry. I just--I can’t stay.” Quickly unlocking your car and jumping in, you watch his reaction. He looks like he wants to run up to you, but he doesn’t. Your eyes plead with him and he quickly interprets what you need.

He would let you go this time.

As you leave, Jungkook watches. With everything you two have been through, he was surprised he didn’t stand in front of the car in order to stop it. When he first came to the event he’d been feeling a bit needy and was looking for a companion, a short fling, but what he wasn’t expecting was for that beautiful woman he saw to be you. The dress you were wearing was the exact reason he found you in the first place. Imagine his luck to run into you on a night when he was feeling the most lonely. The way you reacted the moment you saw him filled him with such warmth he was convinced he was nothing but a walking corpse for the last five years. Everything in his life was exactly the way he wanted it, he knows he should just let it go, but god help him, he still wanted you.

Your drive home was eventful to say the least. Like a mad woman you talked to yourself the entire time. Maybe talking wasn’t exactly what you were doing, more like screaming. If another person happened to look in your direction, they would think you were mad. The radio blared in the background but your thoughts were somehow louder, unhinged.

“Of all the----UGH JUNGKOOOK! THIS exhibit…..whyyyyyyy?” Laughing at how stupid you were being, you work extra hard to calm yourself down. It was just a one time thing. You would never see him again so there was no need to worry. Pulling into your driveway, you take in a few deep breaths before walking in. The last thing you needed was for Yoongi to be suspicious.

Entering the house, you put your things down and start walking towards the bedroom. The only thing on your mind was a nice cool shower, that’s it. You were in desperate need of it considering how drained you already feel. Just as you enter, you see Yoongi on the bed wearing his black rimmed glasses, reading something from a tablet.

“Hey, how was it?��

Out of all the things he could have asked, that was the first, and it causes your heart to pound. You haven’t done anything wrong so there was no need to feel this way, yet you couldn’t control it.

“It went well.”

He looks up from his book and slides his glasses down the bridge of his nose. “Just well?”

“Yes. It’s an exhibit. Nothing amazing happens.” Pressing your lips together to contain your lie, you search your drawers to find your bedtime clothes.

“You look hot in that dress.”

“Do I?”

His compliment becomes a perfect opportunity for a distraction. Shimmying out of your dress, you stand in your thong and nothing else. You chuckle when you hear him audibly gasp.

“You went out like that?”

“I did.”

You turn to face him and the look on his face was worth the teasing. You weren’t sure if it was the hormones or something else, but you suddenly felt ravenous. You walk closer towards your husband, but with each step Jungkook’s face flashes before your eyes. The delicate balance of concealing your distraction was becoming increasingly difficult the closer you got to him. As soon as you reach him, you climb over him on the bed, and rip his nightshirt apart.

“Fuck me.”

Those were the last words you remember saying before opening your eyes to a new day.

The entire night you fucked Yoongi like a starved predator and came more times than you could remember. As far as you can remember, this has never happened. Since the wedding night, it has always been gentle love-making - gentle kisses, gentle touches, soft whimpers. Starting to stand you wince at the pain between your thighs. You don’t remember the last time you were that aggressive, but it was long overdue. You walk towards the kitchen and your mind immediately turns to Jungkook. He floods your thoughts and overwhelms your senses before you can even make your coffee. He was the reason you came home the way you did, and the knowledge of that makes you feel guilty. The guilt amplifies even further when you swallow down your birth control pill.

If someone were to label you right now, they would say you were the devil incarnate. You were tired of waiting to conceive, and you knew that if you didn’t feel ready even with all the trials, then you really didn’t want it just yet. Yoongi made sure you took your prenatal vitamins, but you made sure to take your pills.

Taking them only helped you to regain control of your sanity. The whole process of making a baby was getting to be too much and you made the decision to counter that months ago without Yoongi’s knowledge. You knew it was wrong on all levels, but you just couldn't help it. You couldn’t tell him how you feel because you didn’t want to see the pain in his eyes. You’ve already experienced hurting someone, and you just couldn’t find it in yourself to do it again. There was a lot you needed to fix, and now with having seen Jungkook again, life seemed to be taking increased twists and turns.

You rub your eyes, exhaustion seeping through your pores. “Fuck.”

“Yes, we did.” Yoongi startles you when he walks into the kitchen. Quickly you hide the remaining pills before he comes up behind you to tuck his face in your neck and wrap his arms around your waist.

“Good morning, Yoongs. Want coffee?”

“Yes please.” He goes to sit on a stool by the island, and you work quickly to make his drink.

“So, any plans coming up? I think last night was good for you. You should get out more.”

You inwardly groan and shake your head. If only he knew.

“I’m not sure. Maybe.”

“Well, I pulled this section of the paper for you. It’s got all future exhibits and shows for the next several months. Maybe you should spend your summer vacation going to them?”

Taking a deep breath before turning to face him, you gather your strength and prepare your argument. “I don’t know...I’m fine…”

“Stop, ___. Last night was amazing, and I think you need to get out more. Maybe being alone helped. Please be a good girl and listen to me.”

Handing him his coffee, you shrug your shoulders. “Baby...I—”

“Do it for me, ____. I love you. Please.”

How could you argue with that? The odds of seeing Jungkook were probably little to none, and the chances that he’d show up to the same event as you nearly impossible.

“Alright.”

That seemed to make him happy as he starts drinking his coffee with a small content smile.

You only hoped you were right and that the nights will be filled with peace and no distractions. You were doing it for Yoongi, and maybe a little for yourself. Maybe nights away from each other would help you keep your head screwed on straight. Maybe...

A few exhibits later, you were feeling better. So far you haven’t ran into Jungkook, and that made you feel more at ease. There was really no reason to be worried. The past was the past and Jungkook seemed to have gotten over it pretty well. In all honesty, no one really gets past trauma, but you had to give it to him. The way he spoke to you was proof that he did a lot of growing up. He was controlled and in charge...and sexy as hell. You on the other hand still seemed to have unresolved issues. It had been so long ago, but the wounds were still fresh.

Although time healed the pain, it never completely went away. You never stopped loving Jungkook. He had never been ill towards you, never hurt you nor cheated on you. He was a genuine soul, and it had been a little too early in his life to fall in love. Perhaps if he had dealt with his personal demons first, it wouldn’t have gotten out of hand.

And it’s with those thoughts in mind that you find yourself at another event. Yoongi made sure you went, even insisting on driving you. You told him not to wait up and that you would take a taxi home. He had to get up early the next day and you didn’t want to be a burden. He agreed easily, eyeing you as you walked into the building.

“Be careful in that dress.”

Those were his last words before you slipped into the easy-going crowd of art enthusiasts. It was funny to you how half the people in the room really didn’t have an appreciation for art like they should. Most of the people present were just there for social reasons, or to flaunt their wealth. Either way, you wanted to enjoy yourself, and so you did.

Standing in front of a sculpture, you eye it carefully, enjoying the beauty of its craftsmanship. Chugging down your third glass of wine, you feel yourself unwind slowly. The quiet jazz music along with the murmuring voices in the background was lulling you in a relaxed trance.

“Beautiful.”

Jumping at the voice, you’re too slow to register it before the person who spoke comes into your line of vision. Jerking your head in the direction of the sound, you feel a little light headed, swaying slightly.

“Woah there…” A hand on your waist snaps you out of your haze.

“Jungkook?”

“Yeah, fancy meeting you here. You alright?”

“Yeah...I just had a little too much wine.”

“I can see that.” He chuckles cutely, dipping his chin down in order to hide the rising blush in his cheeks. The action triggers you. You remember those shy gestures all too well.

“I see you were admiring this sculpture...and...you know what?” He seemed to change his mind about something and you swallow, taking a deep breath. “Fuck this fake small talk bullshit. I’m glad to see you here. You look amazing.”

This time it was your turn to blush. The rush of wine to your brain and the way his eyes scan over your body was doing things to you. You really shouldn’t have worn something so short.

“Thanks. You’re cute as always.”

Slapping a hand over your mouth, your eyes bulge at the slip of your tongue. You watch his reaction and you almost wish you hadn’t.

“Yeah?” He puffs up, tucking his bottom lip under his teeth, working his hardest to tame his smile. Internally your brain is screaming at you to shut up, but your mouth doesn’t listen.

“Yeah, baby. You’re hot,” you chuckle. This time Jungkook can’t contain his laugh, and you suddenly realize that you’re probably a little buzzed. “Oh my god, please ignore me...I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay. You actually took the words right out of my mouth. I can’t get over how great you look.”

“It’s the hormones.”

Jungkook stops short and then realizes you just slipped some information he had no business knowing about. He could kiss you for the simple fact that you were always a light weight.

“Hormones?” He cocks his head to one side. He does his best to smother the anger boiling inside him threatening to rip away the gentle smile he plastered.

Once again you stop speaking, smacking your lips once more. “Shit...nothing...I...think I should go home.”

Before you can go to run away, Jungkook grabs your elbow. “Please don’t leave. Not again.”

The look on his face stills you. How long had it been since you saw that look? He looked hurt, and that was not a feeling you wanted him to have. The feelings you experience remind you of that terrible day long ago, and that was an experience you never wanted to repeat.

“I’m sorry, Jungkook. I’m just a little drunk and I’m making a fool of myself. Please forgive me.” You genuinely sound upset and his grip loosens a little.

“Of course. Hey, how about we get out of here and go grab something to eat?”

Your jaw ticks at his suggestion. You had been rude to him each time you met, and all he’s ever done was talk to you civilly. Perhaps you owed him a little conversation and a lot of explanation.

Tonight was a good time as any. “Sure. Let me grab my things.”

As you both head out it becomes difficult to ignore the hand on the small of your back as he guides you out of the building. For a summer night, it was a bit chilly. Jungkook feels you shiver, immediately looking at you to confirm his suspicions.

“Here.” He takes off his suit jacket and places it over your shoulders.

Instantly you're covered in warmth and surrounded by the scent of vanilla and musk. The scent is nostalgic and you didn’t realize how much you miss it until you were blinking away tears, looking at anything but him.

“Thank you.” It was all you could say as he put his arms around your shoulders while walking you to his vehicle. You knew he was just trying to be a gentleman and keep you warm, but you couldn’t ignore the way his strong body pressed up against yours. Perhaps mixing alcohol and hormones wasn’t such a good idea.

The car ride was silent and it made you sad. Once upon a time you and he could talk about anything and everything, now it was too strange.

“Nice car.” You internally roll your eyes at your stupid attempt at breaking the silence.

“Thanks. I bought it after my studio business took off. It’s been doing really well...I've been doing really well.” Your chest tightens. He didn’t sound too sure of himself but still, it was an attempt. Of course he was doing well until you appeared to ruin it all.

“Jungkook, I’m sorry if I--”

“You know, I’m really glad we ran into each other. It’s almost like it was destiny, don’t you think?” His smile is warm and genuine, interrupting you. It wasn’t a lie; sometimes you felt that way too. You and he were bound to meet. It was inevitable.

“Yeah…” you smile in return. You reach out to grab his hand, unable to resist. You don't know what came over you, but you wanted to feel his touch. He lets you, tightening his hold instantly as he entwined his long fingers over yours. His touch warms your heart. You can’t believe you hurt him the way you did.

The entire night you talked, and at some point you sobered up, coffee being of assistance. You both caught up with as much of your lives as you could. The only topic that was never touched was Yoongi. Jungkook told you how his business was taking off, how he went on to get his Master’s degree, and that he was still single. Strangely it lifted a weight off of your shoulders. It wasn’t your place to care, but you couldn’t control that you did.

“I’m happy that you’re happy. I’m really proud of you, Jungkook.”

He tilts his head to the side, an endearing habit he always had, and stares straight into your soul. “Are you happy?” His words catch you off guard. Though he wasn’t direct about it, you knew what his question entailed.

“Me? Ugh...I..”

“It’s okay, you don’t have to answer.” The words slip out of him before he could catch himself. You quickly catch his mistake, now taking the time to stare at him. The eye contact he held with you made you want to break. You wanted to scream out and cry; tell him how you really weren’t happy, how trapped you felt, but you bite your tongue.

Quickly changing the subject, Jungkook jumps to another question. “So, what was all this about hormones that you said earlier?”

Question after question it seemed like he was on a mission to strip your soul bare. “I was just talking nonsense...ignore me …”

“No, please tell me. Are you okay? Is there something wrong? You’re healthy, right?” The genuine concern written on his brow weakens your defense.

“Yes, I’m fine..it’s silly…”

“Nothing is silly when it comes to you, noona. I promise I won’t laugh.” Ever the sweet angel, his face told you of promises you knew he’d keep, and so you decide to let him in.

“I’m taking hormones because...I’ve been trying...Yoongi wants...it’s for…”

“To get pregnant?” Apparently he wasn’t ignorant of all things female. Nodding your head yes, he returns the nod as if understanding everything with you sparing the details.

“So, are you pregnant?”

“N-No!” You answer all too quickly, making it seem like you were eager to clear up any doubts he had.

“Do you want to have a baby with him?”

Again, you’re left speechless. You had already gone and told him too much, but somehow his gentle nature made you want to tell him everything. You stayed silent for much too long, and it was all the answer Jungkook needed.

“I’m sorry again, noona. I need to stop being so nosy. I was always too concerned when it came to you. I should shut up.”

Strangely it didn’t upset you that he wanted to know. He always cared about you, in all aspects of life. Before you thought it overwhelming, but now, now you missed it. As if on cue your phone rings. When you pick it up to see who it is, Jungkook shifts in his seat. Deja vu.

You ignore the call, deciding the end the night on a good note. “Jungkook. I had a lovely time. Thank you so much for being a friend. I’m glad we were able to talk.”

When you go to stand, Jungkook jumps up with you. “Will I see you again? There’s another show in a few nights. Maybe we can meet up for drinks after?”

You smile at the cute way he seemed so desperate for you to agree to his request.

“Yeah, I’d like that.”

The taxi drops you off all too quickly. Yoongi was already fast asleep, but you knew you were in for a rough time. All night you thought about him...Jungkook. Images of the dinner you shared kept flashing in and out of your mind. The way he licked his lips, chewed his bites a little too eagerly, and sipped his champagne; all of it was ingrained in your mind like a permanent memory. The clock by your bed flashed three A.M., and yet sleep eluded you. All you felt was happiness and frustration.

How had you forgotten the way he looked in a dress shirt? His arms were so bulky it looked like he could rip his sleeves. When your taxi stopped next to his car, you almost didn’t want to return his jacket, having gotten used to the sweet relaxing scent that was uniquely him. You can still smell him on your dress. It was clear he started working out more, and it only made your senses all the more heightened. His laugh was still adorable, but the contrast between his body and face still remained. Kookie was now a man, and the thought excited you.

Needing relief, you slide a hand down between your legs and press against your pulsing wet heat. It was almost embarrassing how soaked you are just from thinking of him enjoying your company. Gathering moisture against your clit, you jolt at the surge of white heat shooting through you. Continuously you massage at the bundle of nerves until it was swollen and sensitive to the touch. Dragging your fingers back down, you insert two digits into your sopping wet cunt, trying to hold back a mewl.

Your mind is consumed with him. You imagine it was his fingers inside of you, twisting and turning deliciously in search of your pleasure. Achingly slow, you toggle between your sensitive bud and your cunt. You bring your other hand down as a wash of shame flows through your body. Taking your middle finger, you push it through your folds before sliding your digit downwards to push into your ass. You can only sink down to your knuckle before the orgasm you so desperately sought wracks your body. Coming hard, you work yourself through it, fingers moving in and out of both holes in sync. Drowning in your bliss, the name of your desire slips past your lips...Kookie…

Freezing you turn to see if Yoongi heard, but he was way too deep in sleep. Huffing out a breath, you relax fully, settling on the bed with a light sheen of sweat coating your brow. You stare at the angry red numbers on the digital clock, letting your wet fingers fall against the sheets.

“What have I gotten myself into?”

“Where are you going tonight?” Yoongi asks from the piano. His lips are in a pout, almost sad that you were leaving him again, but you weren’t about to let that keep you. You made a promise to Jungkook that you would come, and you didn’t want to break that promise.

“It’s some wood carving sculpture exhibit or something. It sounded pretty cool so I got a ticket to go. You’re not regretting these nights now are you?” Yoongi quickly shakes his head no, placing his attention to his piano once again. You didn’t want him to be suspicious so you walk up to him, kissing him sweetly on the head.

“Don’t wait up. These events can sometimes drag on.”

“Okay, sweetheart. I’ll see you soon. Text me when you’re on the way home.” Grabbing your purse and wrapping a shawl over your black sleeveless dress, you turn to acknowledge his request.

“Of course, baby. See you.”

You arrive at the venue already on the verge of going nuts trying to find a parking spot. Apparently this event was popular. Just as you park and lock your car, a warm hand cups your shoulder. Gripping your pepper spray attached to your car keys and turning, you let out a relieved sigh when you see who it is.

“Kookie, you really need to stop sneaking up on me like that. I almost hurt you.”

“Shit, I’m sorry. I was worried that you were not going to find a spot, but I guess you did. You ready?”

Cutely he offers up the crook of his arm to which you easily place your own. It felt right, though you would never voice that aloud. When you enter the building together, Jungkook is quick to remove your shawl, but stops in his tracks when he sees the shimmer of gold reflecting off your neck.

“Is that the necklace I gave you?”

Your fingers brush over the beautiful crystal lens charm and you bow your head shyly. Initially you wore it to please him, but you had forgotten.

“Yeah..I wear it often. It was too beautiful to be locked away in a box.” What you wanted to say was that it was your most sentimental gift, but letting those words out would only lead to trouble.

At your gesture a smile tugs at his lips. The day he gave it to you was a moment you would never forget. He had put a lot of care into the things he was proud of doing, and giving you this necklace was evidence of that.

He places your belongings in the coat room first. He then offers a hand, which you gladly take, to walk with you into the art room. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t help himself from sneaking glimpses at your neckline. Wearing the necklace solidified his suspicions that you still had feelings for him, you simply had to. What other reason was there for wearing something from the past?

“So where do you want to go first?” You pull him forward, dragging him behind you like an excited child at her first carnival. He lets you tug him, smiling like a fool the entire time. Stopping at the first display you see, you place a finger on your chin, seemingly inspecting the piece like some sort of wood expert. Jungkook snorts at your behavior.

“Mr. Jeon. Tell me...what do you think about this piece?”

He cocks his head and narrows his eyes towards the wooden sculpture indulging you in whatever game you were playing. “I think-”

“Ah...it doesn't matter. You’re not a wood carver are you? Shall we continue?”

You waved him off taking off to another, swaying your hips a little more seductively than you should. You hope that he follows like an enchanted fool, and he doesn’t disappoint. Glancing over your shoulder you catch the way his eyes are glued to your ass and it ignites a nervous fire in the pit of your belly. You were playing a dangerous game, knowing that Jungkook could be easily swayed. He’s been tough these past few outings pretending to be strong, but you knew better. He was only as strong as he believed, but his puppy eyes told you another story.

Moving on, you reach another larger carving further back in the room. There were a lot fewer people here and darker corners as all the lights blared down on the displays.

“How about this, Mr. Jeon. And remember, I’m a professor at a university.” You use your finger salaciously, pointing to the carving and then bring it to your mouth only to place it teasingly between teeth and tongue. Jungkook inhales sharply, working all the muscles in his body into control, before breathing out of his nose heavily.

“I think...” he pauses to look at you straight in the eye. “...that this piece is breathtaking.”

You arch a brow at his choice of words. Interested you inquire: “What makes you say that?”

He steps closer to the object, looking more intense and prepares his words carefully. “I see sadness in this piece. Like...if something was stripped away from it without permission. It seems alone, with no one else...like it can’t breathe…”

Not expecting those words, your heart gets caught in your throat, and your stomach flips. This was getting more serious than you intended. “Kookie, I’m….”

He turns to look at you and the strain in his features, welled up eyes, and a pink nose told you everything you needed to know. He wasn’t over you either. Trying to repair the night before things get worse, you reach up to cup his cheek, an apology forming on your lips, but his eyes close the moment your hand makes contact with his skin. He turns his face, brushing his lips against your palm. It’s so vulnerable and innocent, and it tears you apart inside.

“This isn’t right...I shouldn’t have teased you…”

Jungkook’s eyes spring open, hoping that you haven’t started running away. “No, noona...please...don’t say things like that...you didn’t tease me. I enjoy spending time with you.”

His body moving of its own accord starts to walk you backward, and you follow unthinking. Somehow, he managed to back you into a dark and quiet corner away from the entire event.

“I just ...miss you…” He reaches out to take your hand, playing with your knuckles as he kisses one by one in the gentlest way imaginable.

“Somehow, I’m still here...still alive. You were the one that took my breath away, the very air that I breathed was you, but somehow I don’t even care what you did. How do you expect me to breathe without you, noona? Now that I have you so close….”

Your entire body freezes, just the sound of his broken voice breaks you apart and everything resting in your heart for the last five years falls to your feet. “I’m just so sorry, Kookie. Please believe me. I never wanted to hurt you.”

Dropping your hand he steps closer, much too close to appear friendly. “I know. I’m not mad. Not anymore. Now that I can see you again...talk to you again...I’m...” He doesn’t press further, just letting his proximity do the talking.

You both stand in the corner, eyes locked, unmoving. You can barely feel the breaths you take, each labored and shallow. “Jungkook, I don’t think this is a good idea.” You swallow as you say the words you don’t really mean, and it’s as if Jungkook knows too, what your true intentions are.

“I’m not doing anything. I just want to let you know that I appreciate you letting me in again. Thank you for not rejecting me.” He smiles lightly and then steps back, allowing you the space you need the breathe. He turns to view another sculpture as if he hadn’t just seized your heart.

“Come here, noona...look at this…”

The night continues as if your encounter had never happened. You find it strange that Jungkook doesn’t pursue you again. As you both walked together looking at the art, the conversation he held was minimal. He became distant, almost. Nothing he said felt right and none of your responses earned a reply.

When the exhibit closed for the night, Jungkook walks you to your car, face relaxed.

“I had fun, noona.”

“So did I, Kookie. Um…” Before you can say anything, Jungkook beats you to the question that was already on the tip of your tongue.

“Do you want to meet again?”

You should have said no, left things as they were in order to prevent future disasters, but you just couldn’t deny those large doe eyes that penetrated your armor. The way the lights from the parking lot reflected in them made him look like the prettiest angel. How could you deny him when he asked so sweetly? It’s not like you ever had the strength before.

“I’d like that very much.”

Somehow your nights are booked with any and every possible event just so you could see Jungkook. Yoongi was even starting to wonder what these events could possibly be doing to interest you so, but you kept insisting it was good for the relationship, and even though he was unsure, he let it go.

It was getting more pathetic the way you were buying new dresses, just to catch Jungkook’s eyes. From tight to short, they all flattered your figure, and without a shadow of a doubt you knew he liked them. Getting braver you started going without any underwear, testing the boundaries of his patience. Jungkook seemed tough and in control, but you knew he would soon snap. And so it’s for the very reason you currently find yourself in the back secluded hallway of the venue with Jungkook.

You don’t remember how you ended up here, but your dress was probably to blame; red with thin straps and a cut so deep he can see your dimples of Venus. At first Jungkook admired it from afar, focusing on places he shouldn’t, but when you made a point to squeeze by him, accidently rubbing his crotch with your ass, you gave up any right to reject him.

Now all alone, Jungkook attacks you with promises that have your chest heaving in earnest. His body is lightly pressed against your chest, resisting the urge to mold himself to your form like a glove.

“Noona, what the fuck is this dress?” He palms your ass, fingers digging into the side of your hips.

“You think that night after night of teasing was fun for me?”

His body cages you in, forcing you to become flush with the wall behind you. He kicks your legs open, not once stopping to seek your approval; he didn’t have to.

“Are you trying to drive me crazy? Do you know how fucking sexy you look? What if other men stare?”

He continues to spew out filth as his face hovers over yours in a dizzying pattern, and you panic. It wasn’t your intention to trigger him so quickly, but somehow you got lost in your game. For two weeks you had teased him endlessly, night after night, but Jungkook never once crossed the line with you. Even when your eyes screamed to him across the room, or when you oh-so-innocently commented about things that could easily be read between the lines, Jungkook didn’t respond to it. For a while, you were beginning to think he really wasn’t interested in you like before.

But now, here, unable to gather your thoughts with the way his body feels against your own, you hang on by a tiny thread of sanity. Your arousal is already dripping down your upper thighs, and there was no way to hide what you wanted. This was all your fault, and now you had to face the consequences. What could you say? You had asked for this, and Jungkook was done being toyed with.

You don’t answer him, and your silence is all the permission Jungkook needs. He can already tell how turned on you are; hell, he knew it the moment you got to the event. He could read your body back then and he sure as hell can read your body now. His original intention was to be a good boy, resist you until the end, but you were just begging for him to take you.

“I bet he can’t fill you up as good as I can. Can he make your pussy weep? What if I filled up this tight hole right now? Would your pretty little tummy swell up with my baby? Hmm?”

“Jungkoo--- please stop...we can’t do this...I--”

“Do what, noona? You don’t want me to tell you how much I miss your pussy squeezing my cock so tight?”

“Oh god...Kookie...I can’t.”

Pressing your palms to the wall for stability, Jungkook presses himself hard against your center. His length is rock hard, and just the knowledge of that makes your knees give out. He catches you, supporting you by the waist, and then he pulls you tightly against his chest.

“Noona, nobody will know. It’s just you and me.”

He drops his mouth down over to your neck, licking a path up to your ear. His breaths are harsh and heavy. When you try to pull away, he snakes a hand under your dress and cups your core.

“Fuck...look at you. You’re dripping all over. You’re so hot and ready….I want you….let me have you.”

Your mind is hazy, your hormones creating havoc and the need to be fucked into oblivion is consuming you.

“I can’t----please...no…..Kookie...please...”

Your mouth moves, not knowing whether you’re begging him to stop or begging for more. Jungkook knows you can’t resist and so the latter seemed like an option you’re pleading for him to choose. He knew your body so well, he always had. Before he lets you go, he slides two digits up your heat, gently rubbing your clit in circles. As quietly as you can, you whimper, clamping your thighs together in response. Jungkook chuckles and then kisses you tenderly on the cheek.

“Anything you say...nooonaaa…”.

You relax your thighs to let him pull back his hand. When he has your full attention, he brings his fingers up spreading your slick between them. “Look at how filthy you are, so sticky and wet...” bringing them up to his mouth, he slips them past his lips and then back out, leaving them completely clean. “...and so delicious.”

His eyes bore into your own making you shy. Turning your head, you close your eyes and silently will your body to calm down before you do something you shouldn’t.

“Jungkook, please. Please don’t do this. We can’t--”

Having had his fill of your fucked out state, Jungkook steps away from you until his back hits the wall opposite of the one you were currently trying to find purchase with.

“You’re absolutely right, noona. I’m sorry.” He brushes his moist fingers past his nose and closes his eyes. It happens all too quickly, but you don’t miss it.

“I think we should go back now…”

“Okay. After you.”

You walk ahead of him, feeling your skin burn with his gaze on your back. The rest of the night you continue with the event, stealing glances here and there. The way he follows behind you like a shadow warms your heart. He was trying his best to control himself, you could tell, and he was doing a great job. The truth was, you wanted more. It wasn’t right, you were married, but some part of you inside missed him terribly.

You missed being desired so blindly. Jungkook loved like no other man you’ve ever known. He wore his emotions on his sleeve and despite his shyness, he held you down like you were his prey. As the night went on, you wished for it to never end. Having to go home to Yoongi was the last thing on your mind. Your core still throbbed and you were still incredibly wet. It would be hard to say goodnight when his touch is all you can think of.

But all good things must come to an end.

Yoongi picks you up at eleven on the dot. Most of the guests had left and you’d asked Jungkook to stay inside for a few minutes just in case. Your precious boy, looking so forlorn when you’d requested, stood in the opposite corner of the exhibit, watching you as you wrap your shawl around your neck. You stare back, apologetic but most of all wanting to run into his arms and stay for the night.

Outside, Yoongi honks twice, setting your nerves on fire. Eyes clouded with tears, you wrench your gaze away from Jungkook and walk out into the coolness of the night, leaving him behind.

But Jungkook won’t allow you peace. Not one moment. He had waited for years, years, to feel you in his arms and hear your voice begging him for mercy. The scent of your signature perfume, your sharp tongue, your intoxicating gaze - he’d do anything to make you his. Your marriage is a joke. There’s no reason for him to be ‘the other man’ in your life. You were never Yoongi’s from the beginning.

When Jungkook stumbled into his condo half an hour later, he tugged his leather belt back and forth, freeing the material from the small hooks of his dress pants. He lands on his bed just as he undoes the zipper and grips his hard, pulsing cock in his hands, a sigh of relief leaving his lips as he moves his fist up and down his girthy length. His hand slaps against the base of his shaft, hard enough for his skin to burn.

With his free hand, he pulled his phone out of his pocket and dials for you, needing some piece of you with him, needing to hear you. He craved you so much he thought he’d die any moment.

“Fuck fuck fuck...n-noonaaaa ah, fuck,” his fist keeps a momentum, his arms starting to burn as he falls onto his elbows and arch his back. His hole clenches around nothing. What he’d give to have your fingers, coated with your own slick, shoved inside him.

“Pick up please, please...please , I'm begging please, pick up noona,” he pleads, tears brimming as he spreads his pre-ejaculate over the swollen head of his cock and tugs down, the particular stroke weakening him to the point that a dribble of saliva falls from the corner of his lips.

After what feels like eons, you pick up, your whisper harsh and alarmed.

“J-Jungkook, Yoongi’s in the shower, I don’t have time to talk I-”

“Noonaaaa...” he whimpers, grimacing as he grabs one of his pillows and folds the feather-filled material between his legs. With all the strength he could muster through the hazy numbness, he sits on the softness, rutting against the pillow and enjoying the feeling of his cock nestled comfortably between the slit where the two ends of the pillows are folded. He closes his eyes, seeing your soft breasts wrap around his heavy length moving back and forth, your tongue darting out to take his cum in your mouth.

“Baby, you’re making this so hard for me-” Your voice comes out breathy and Jungkook moans.

“N-need you, n-noona, want you,” he drools more onto the sheets, shaky fingers gripping his phone tight as he places you on speaker. His bedroom fills with the sound of your deep shallow breaths and needy whimpers. He can imagine how wet you must be, how much you want to sit on his pulsating cock and strum your clit like a little vixen you are.

“Cum for me, baby, cum. Think of me swallowing your cock whole, taking every drop of your cum down my throat. Yeah, baby? Are you close?” You whisper-snarl into the phone.

“Mmmhmm, noona...” Jungkook cries, throat raw as he pounds into the pillow with so much vigor the corner of his bed frame slams against the wall.

You must’ve heard, for you cursed under your breath and whine his name so softly he would’ve missed it through the blood pounding in his ears.

“I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum ahh, noonaaaa...fuck fuck, fuck, nnnghh,” Jungkook reaches down and keeps his cock nestled in the pillows, hips rutting quickly as spurts of cum laquer the soft cotton pillowcase.

“That’s it, that’s it, baby...” You coo and suddenly the line goes dead, the dull repetitive beeping replacing your sweet, melodic voice. Yoongi must be done with his shower, he’s guessing.

Jungkook is too weak to complain, wincing as his softening cock lays in its own bath of filth. His lower abdomen burns and his small patch of black pubic hair is soaked with sweat and cum. He needs to shower, but god does he just want to lay curled up against the pillow and rut for the night. It’s not enough. Your voice is not enough. This monster inside him remains restless, rattling its cage as it threatens to march over to your apartment, kick down the door, and pound you relentlessly in front of your husband.

“You’re mine, noona,” he mewls into his phone as the screen blackens. “You’ve always been mine.”

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Chapter 1

Title: Those Evil Ways

Pairing: OT7 x Y/N (female reader)

Genre: supernatural au, medical, fluff, angst, eventual smut, war

Word count: 8.000 ~

Characters: Demons!BTS, human reader (with special abilities later in the story)

Warnings: discussion of war and tactics, pinning, mentions of a minor character death, some swearing, mentions of violence, demon references, mentions of medical therms and places as morgue, hospice, diabetes, etc., mild angst?, a bit of non-con(just a hint nothing major) – if I have missed something please send a pigeon 😅❤️

Summary: Y/N is a third year medical student going through life like others do. On one unfortunate night she gets in unexpected contact with otherworldly beings who drag her into their world of violence, war and fight for power.

Author’s notes: Hello to everyone who reads that! Thank you for being here! ❤️ It’s my first time posting something for others to read even though I’m writing for a few years now. I would like to hear your opinion on what’s here 😊

I would like to say a special thank you to @you-are-my-joy for being an amazing author and inspiring me to write something and finally post it. Also for taking an initial look at my writing and reassuring me. Thanks once more for being kind to your readers and spoiling us with your story ❤️

Here it goes!

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It was late evening in Doordale. A small ugly creature was standing in front of the door made of massive oak. He finally decided to knock.

"Master… Sir. Excuse me…" he knocked three consecutive times.

From inside came a low grunt and woman's laughter. A second later the door opened. A broad-shouldered tall man stood in front of the creature.

"Lucrious… I warned you. Today I'm-" he looked inside the room and then turned his head back to the small demon. "I'm busy if it's not obvious enough."

Lucrious bowed deeply.

"Excuse me Master. I have a message for You from the High Council." The demon eyed his Master. He was naked safe for a towel that hung low on his hips. His hair was raven black and pushed back revealing the forehead. The colour contrasted with the man's golden skin. His toned body towered over the servant’s.

The Master seemed annoyed.

"So is that so important that you have to cut short my evening activities?"

"Yes Sir. The High Council, they sent me to inform you that Your legions are failing at the defence on the North border. They want You to return to the front with reinforcements."

The good playful mood of the higher demon dropped immediately. Those three sentences changed his demeanor completely. Displeasure crept up the demon's face.

"Those imbeciles…" he gritted his teeth. "No. Forget it. Thank you for informing me" he turned his back on the messenger. "Still… I'm not planning on returning to the front. I'm busy" he repeated. "Tell Yoongi to do whatever is necessary. I will come to the meeting tomorrow with those high idiots."

The demon fixed his towel and stepped back inside the room slamming the door behind him.

Lucrious bowed once again and continued to stand there for a couple of seconds facing the closed door.

What he heard next was the creaking sound of a bed then the giggles of a woman followed by a loud slap and a low male laughter.

Lucrious was the personal messenger of Agars. His master had many names. This was one of them. Another thing was that the higher demons could change their bodies and appearance. This body was new. The last time he delivered a message to him was 8 days ago and he was different then.

Lucrious stepped out of the huge mansion and headed back to the central parts of the city back to the Lodge of the High Council.

"Time to do some work" he whispered to himself and walked further.

Reddish mist was covering the cobblestone streets of Doordale when in the human world was summer or autumn. Weird creatures were walking the streets holding strange objects.

Lucrious merged with the crowd and headed towards his destination.

…

Lancashire, England

23th October

The air was humid and heavy.

The window of the red Toyota Corolla rolled down and a ginger head poked out of it.

“It’s definitely going to rain, you know.”

“No shit, Sherlock. I see the clouds too” a snappy remark came from the driver’s seat.

“Y/N why are you like this lately? I know that things have been hectic with choosing the courses for the new school year but…”

“Look Monica” Y/N sighed “it’s nothing personal. It’s just the night shifts and the upcoming lectures are giving me such a headache that I can’t even sleep. Can you please drop it?”

“You’re overworking yourself. I can help you at the hospital. We have the same timetable, don't forget that.” Monica gave Y/N a look full of concern.

“Yeah and I also took another three shifts at the morgue.”

“What? Why?”

“I need to get my mind off of everything, you know that…”

“Oh, Y/N…”

“Save it. We’re here.”

…

The day started slowly. Both girls dropped by the student’s affairs office to sign up for the courses they have chosen. After everything was set they headed for the lecture hall.

“Hey! Y/N!” they heard a yell.

Before she even managed to turn around she felt a body slamming into her back and she was being lifted up off the ground.

“What the hell?!” the young woman yelled and then spotted Monica laughing and folding in two. The girl turned around and saw one of her other friends - Lucas. Behind him Felix was smiling silently.

“That’s not a proper way to greet us Pie girl” Lucas kept holding her in the air.

“You better let me down before I greet you in a different manner…” Y/N warned him.

“Oooh! Someone is feisty today!” the blond boy exclaimed from the back.

…

The lectures went on and on up until late afternoon.

The last one was Endocrinology with professor Liam Carter. During his class he usually demanded all eyes on the board or on the subject they were looking at. He never tolerated disturbance during his lectures. Everyone liked him and no one dared disrespect him or his subject because he was famous for giving “weird punishments”.

Everyone knew that one time from three years ago. Basically it went like this: a student of his had been talking the whole time during the class and later had fallen asleep. Carter had waited until the end of the class to slam his book on the table in front of him and yell the name of the student in the microphone. The speakers had started to give off that annoying screeching sound and the guy woke up.

The professor then proceeded to inform him that he was going to take up on some night shifts at the university hospice for a week and if he failed to do that he was going to scrub the morgue clean for another two weeks.

Completely calm during the whole ordeal later he left the lecture hall wishing a good day to everyone else.

After that no one dared to even look away for a second and even though he was deemed scary by all the students they liked him a lot, even the guy who got that punishment. He was really good at his work in the university and in his medical practice in the hospital. His patients were always happy and brought him gifts such as expensive liquors and other things like that.

During the whole class Y/N was looking at him like he was a Divine entity. Carter explained everything so well and clearly that everyone got the things right.

“Excuse me, sir?” Y/N raised her hand.

“Yes, miss L/N?”

“So basically there is no way to know why a person got Diabetes Type 1? It can be because of high levels of stress, the aftermath of a strong viral infection or family history?”

“Exactly. Of course you have to ask the patient if someone in their family has the disease or if there were some underlying factors that can be the cause but yes - there is almost no way of knowing what exactly triggered the body to start producing beta-antibodies and the pancreas to fail.”

“I see.”

She continued to take notes up until the end of the lecture. When the class ended the students started filing out of the hall but Y/N stayed behind and went up to the professor.

He looked dashing - white overcoat, below it was a navy blue button-up shirt and he was sporting grey pants with black pointed boots. His black hair was parted slightly to the side and hung above his cat eyes.

“Excuse me…” Y/N started awkwardly.

“Yes?” he looked up and gave her a small smile.

“Uhm… I-I… I just wanted to ask if it’s going to be possible…” she averted her eyes feeling unsure. “No I’m sorry, forget it.” She started gathering her bag and scarf but before she turned to go the professor stopped her.

“Tell me. I’m here to listen and help.”

“Ahh… It’s just… I don’t know if it won’t be too much. I don’t want you to think poorly of me, Sir” Y/N started chewing the inside of her cheek.

“It’s okay. I promise to forget it if it’s something… indecent.” Carter said jokingly to ease her nerves and smiled reassuringly.

“Okay, here goes nothing. So… I want to pursue a career in endocrinology or genetics but I’m still not sure. I was going to ask if it would be possible for You to take me with You to the hospital on some shifts…” Y/N closed her eyes. There I said. More like spit it out but still…

An answer didn’t come for a few seconds and she opened her eyes to look at him. Mister Carter was deep in thought. Y/N had never seen a face more gorgeous than his. The expressions were so precise like he was commanding every single facial muscle in what position to stay. To her he looked god-like.

“So… Wednesday?” she heard him saying.

“Sorry? Excuse me Sir. I spaced out… I was… uhm thinking about my schedule.”

Carter frowned.

“Does Wednesday work for you?”

The student felt like she was floating.

“Really?!”

“Yes” the professor gave her one of his gummy smiles.

“Thank You! Thank You so much Sir!” Y/N was on the verge to start jumping from excitement. Never in her wildest dreams did she think that he would agree to that. It was not a common practice to do that. At least not until the final year.

“Just don’t mention it. It’s not something we’re allowed to do until you finish your studies. It will be our little secret for now Y/N.”

With that she smiled and nodded then started walking to the exit.

…

Doordale was quiet. The streets were empty. The houses were dark and no sound could be heard. This was a normal night for the creatures roaming the core of the earth.

Far away from the central parts in the suburbs a huge mansion was standing near the forest. It had a dark and menacing look to it just like its' inhabitants. Light was steaming through one of the countless windows. Two men stood there in that spacious dimly-lit room painted in dark red with walls covered in trophies from top to bottom. One of them had placed his hands on the table in the middle of the room, his muscles straining from the tension in his whole body. The other one had gone lax in a soft armchair in front of the fireplace. They conversed quietly.

“Yoongi let me remind you that I give the orders” Jin said calmly. Agars was his demon name. All of his subordinates were using it but Yoongi preferred his human name for reasons unknown.

Jin on the other hand liked to use the Human names of all the other demons. He was doing it so he can make fun of them.

The demons had long rituals for choosing their “birth” demon names. Ancient runestones were used for it and the procedure was always the same. In the beginning the energy was flowing through the body of the demon and then enveloping the stones and making them spin like crazy until they connected with the being. Then they were doing a formation - some of them were dropping out, some were staying afloat. The stones rearranged themselves until a stable energy flow was formed spelling the name of the demon.

It was a complicated and long process.

For Agars or Jin this was not the way. He chose his own name when he was created. When the broad-shouldered demon was asked about it he always liked to say: "I don't need your petty rituals. I will create a new name and give meaning to it."

That was his way. He did the things his way and never strayed from his principles. Jin didn't follow the Laws of the Lodge of the High Council.

Yoongi continued.

"But you were wrong. Why don't you want to admit it? The intruder was not in the twentieth legion. It's in some other…" he was cut short.

"So what? We cleaned up" the other demon said nonchalantly and laughed. "The academy is full of pawns ready to fight."

Yoongi looked at him and his cat eyes became small slits. He didn't like that. He didn't like the fact that they had to kill hundreds of their men because of a hunch his Master had. He also didn't fancy the idea that their men were seen as sheer raw power ready to be replaced at any time.

"You're wrong…" the cat-eyed demon whispered.

The Master turned around to face him. His beautiful features became grimm. The corners of his lips turned upside down.

"What was that?" his menacing voice rang out cold as ice. He hated being talked to like that by anyone, especially his closest man.

"I told you that my suspicion is that the spy was in the thirteenth legion. They were the closest to the frontline."

"How is it possible for a single guy to infiltrate and corrupt a whole legion?!" the taller demon shouted and knocked over his glass from the nearby table.

The glass shattered into small pieces that landed in various places in the room. Yoongi didn't even flinch. Not even when a shard from the glass cut his face. His Master stood up and slowly crossed the room. They were now standing face to face and looking coldly at each other.

"The therianthropes are cunning. They are very smart. They can shift and disguise themselves perfectly. We cannot define them even by their scent once they change appearance Jin. Don't you get it? We're at a loss here…"

Jin squinted his eyes and snorted. His face became a mocking mask.

"You know Yoongi, my dearest friend… soon after we deal with that matter we will be able to infiltrate their capital. Once we do that the only thing that's going to happen will be genocide." He looked like he was deeply in thought. Then Jin spread his arms wide and smiled. His smile was prettier than everything but it held a drop of evilness in it. "We. Will. Wipe. Them. Out." The taller demon enunciated each word slowly and they were dripping with venom.

Yoongi just nodded his head. He was not emotional. He didn't care for the outbursts of his Master. He was the perfect tool for Jin. The cat-eyed demon was good at following orders. He was very smart and collected. He was the brain of each operation and every time something went wrong he was there fixing it.

Jin on the other hand was the complete opposite. He was expressive, easily agitated and very little was needed to rail him up.

He had an outstanding position in the Demon Society of Doordale. The tall demon was the infamous Agars who owned 31 legions and he managed to corrupt the humans in all ways possible. One example - he knew every language known to the human world. When he was doing his demon job he was putting firstly the bad rude and disrespectful words in the person's mind. Jin was making the people use those words on a daily basis, too often to be even close to acceptable.

His motto was "Think big, look at the bigger picture." The small misdeeds, the rude and raw behaviour - they all led to the Underworld, to Doordale. Those at first glance small and overlooked demon deeds led to huge groups of people getting corrupted. That's what Jin strived for.

Jin then turned towards the fireplace again and looked into the flames. They illuminated his face and made the shadows dance over his plump lips and high cheekbones. The glint in his eyes became dangerous.

"Yoongi" he whispered "I want her. I need her here. We need to have her…"

"I'm doing whatever I can Jin" came a soft response.

The taller demon turned to him. He balled his fists and in a flash he was standing a few inches from the face of the cat-eyed demon. Jin raised his hand and grabbed Yoongi's face. It all happened too fast but the shorter one again didn't even flinch.

Urgency and anger were laced in the next few words the Master uttered.

"Clearly it's not enough! Bring her here! To ME!" he roared.

Yoongi gripped his wrist and squeezed hard, removing the hand from his face.

"Even if I bring her tomorrow we still need to train her. I've met her. She doesn't even suspect that she has that power." His voice was quiet but stern. "Don't you dare fuck up the plans we have just because you can't keep still. Master."

With that he shoved back the tall demon and stepped away from him. Jin looked infuriated. From his fingers up towards his elbows blackness was starting to creep up. His nails started to elongate. His jaw clenched and he gritted his teeth.

"Good night, Jin" Yoongi said and bowed. Then he turned around and left the room.

…

The next few days passed in a daze. Y/N joined professor Carter in the hospital twice and was feeling on cloud nine.

Her visits were spent with her standing in the far corner of his office, taking notes while he was talking and examining the patients. She followed his every move and gesture. Y/N was ready to fall to her knees and worship the ground beneath his feet. It was so wrong of her to feel that way but she couldn't stop it. In her eyes he was perfect. She was so thankful that Carter decided to grant her wish.

…

"So what do you plan to do for Halloween, Y/N?" Liam asked her on their way out of the hospital. He had offered to drive her home and when she had tried to politely refuse he had insisted on it.

"Ah… I don't know Sir. I will be tired from the shift at the hospital the previous night. I don't know if I will be doing anything…"

"Come on! You should live a bit" he smiled at her. "Even I will go out. There is this underground place not far from the campus" he became quiet for a while. "I'm thinking of going there for one or two hours. Unwind…"

"You?" Y/N laughed then looked at him and frowned "Excuse me. I didn't mean it in that way…" her face became heated and she could hear her pulse in her ears.

"Why? Do you think I'm old?" Carter teased. They reached the car and he opened the door for Y/N. "I'm only 34. I'm not that old don't you think?"

"No Sir. No… excuse my rushed words. I didn't mean to offend You!" She tried desperately to backtrack. Her face was flushed and the girl fidgeted with her fingers. Liam found her to be so cute and felt the need to tease her more.

"If you want you can always join in on the fun with your friends. See for yourselves that I'm not as stuck up as you think I am" he leaned towards her and winked.

Y/N almost choked on her breath. She was at a loss for words. The only thing she managed to do was stare into his deep brown eyes.

"I-I… I will check with my people…" she whispered back.

Liam laughed, scrunching his nose a bit.

"Come on. I'm just teasing. Get in the car."

…

30th October

Lancashire, England

"I don't know! He just asked me like it was no big deal!" Y/N squeaked in the phone. She was rubbing her temple nervously.

"So what? You said ...that he said he was teasing.” Monica laughed on the other side. “Also I don’t think that he will risk his career in that kind of way. Be smart. Don’t put yourself in this position, don't risk your studies and career later.”

Even though she was laughing there was a hint of concern in her voice. Y/N laughed too.

“What do you think? That if I meet him at the bar I’m gonna jump him? I can’t even speak properly to him. I’m definitely staying on the safe side…” she was slowly sipping her gin and then clicked her tongue. “Don’t be ridiculous Monica.”

“I’m not. I’m just trying to be the voice of your long forgotten consciousness. I hope nothing bad will happen.”

“It won’t…”

The liquid swerved in the glass. Y/N was feeling a bit lightheaded.

“Lucas said he wanted to talk to you…” Monica trailed off.

“What about?”

Silence.

“Monica?”

“I-I… I think you should talk to him as soon as possible.”

…

Everything was set. Y/N and the other three reserved a table at the place Carter told her about. They were going to see for themselves what it was all about. Y/N personally was going just to check if Carter was serious about being there.

Felix had dressed up as a chick in all yellow - a fluffy sweater and skinny jeans with Converse sneakers. He had put on a plastic pink beak and his blond hair was smooth and shined in the street lights. Lucas had put on a long black cloak and was wearing all black beneath it. His concept was Death. Some type of it at least.

Monica and Y/N had decided to match and the result was a mannequin nurse and a zombie patient.

Y/N was the nurse and as such she decided to use one of her old white overcoats and on top of it she put a white lace corset. The overcoat was far too short to be worn without pants but that was not the case now. Y/N used the occasion to wear white garters with thigh-high stockings and black heels. On her face she wore a transparent full-face mask and her hair was done in a ponytail.

Monica had stolen a hospital gown on her last shift. She had ripped some holes in it and smeared some brown and red paint on it to resemble dirt and blood. The ginger girl had made her face to look hollow and sunken with dark circles under her eyes using makeup.

Halloween was the perfect time for the four future doctors to look ridiculous and not care about it. The university demanded the white overcoats to be worn with presentable clothes such as button-up shirts and trousers for the men and for the women too. Some of the female students sometimes wore skirts but it was far too uncomfortable so they were sticking to the pants option. There were also those people who wore matching sets of hospital work clothes. It all depended on the preference.

“Y/N!” Lucas called her from the back. They were walking in two groups - Monica and Y/N in the front and Lucas and Felix were talking in the back.

“Yes?” she turned around.

“Can I talk to you?”

“Uhm… sure” Y/N stopped walking and waited for him to catch up while Felix went up to Monica and both continued to walk forward and laugh at something.

Their step was a bit too slow.

“What is it? You know I hate silence” she started. “Monica told me you wanted to talk…”

“She did?” Lucas looked surprised and anxious at the same time. "D-did she say something else? Because if she did I cat expl-"

"No. No she didn't I assure you. So…" Y/N looked at him with confused eyes. She couldn't understand what the whole thing was about. "Can you tell me what's up? Is something wrong?"

"Well… I would have done that in another way but here goes nothing."

Lucas looked at her confidently and smiled. He stopped walking and so did Y/N.

"Would you go out on a date with me? I know we got lectures and you are busy with your shifts in the hospital and everything but I would really like to take you somewhere nice. I like you…" Y/N stood there dumbfounded. He confessed his feelings and held her gaze the whole time. She could see his eyes sparkle with excitement.

"You… want to go out with me?" confusion was laced in her voice.

"Yes! We've known each other for what… ten years now since highschool. I know we had some misunderstandings we had fought over some stupid things but my feelings for you never wavered."

"I thought you liked Jisoo from the dental?" Y/N still couldn't wrap her head around it. "And what about your girlfriends during those years?"

"I couldn't find the courage to tell you how I felt and I hoped that if I go out with someone else I will get over it" he couldn't stop talking blabbering on and on but the stars in his eyes became brighter. "You were always so cool and always on top. I felt like I was not good enough for you Y/N" Lucas reached for her hand and held it. It was warm around hers. "I decided that if I manage to get into this university with you I will ask you out because then…"

"Okay. Okay Lucas. I will go on a date with you" Y/N smiled tenderly. She had had some boyfriends over the years. People had confessed their feelings for her but this felt different.

It was her best friend of many years and she had never seen him as nothing more than that. Yes - he was good looking and yes - he was always sweet and caring towards her, but Y/N never imagined that it could be because of romantic feelings.

The reason she decided to give him a chance was because she wanted to figure out if she herself had something lying deep inside of her ready to spring out.

Lucas was that type of person who was overly confident with his closest friends but a bit introverted when it came to other people. He worked the hardest if he couldn't do something and was the heart of the party after a couple of drinks. Y/N found him to be amazing.

"So!" Felix shouted from the front "Did she say yes?!"

Monica slapped him on the shoulder. Sometimes he could be a real dork.

"Yes!" Y/N shouted back and she and Lucas jogged to catch up to their friends.

"Really?!" Monica flashed them a smile and clasped her hands together.

"Good for you man! Then drinks are on you tonight!" The blond boy laughed and started walking again.

"What?!" Lucas went after him and got him in a head-lock.

The walk to the bar was filled with laughter and stupid jokes were thrown around.

When the group entered it was already packed. People were on the dancefloor, at the bar, and there was no place at the tables.

"Where are we going to sit?" Monica shouted in Y/N's ear. "I thought we had a reservation!"

"I don't know! I will go ask at the bar. You look around while I get back!"

Some time later Y/N came back with a sour face.

"Apparently they keep the reservation until ten. After that you're off. We have to sit somewhere else" she explained.

In the end they ended up sitting by the bar. Felix and Lucas came with a tray of sixteen shots and placed them before the girls. It looked like the night was going to be eventful. The biggest probability was that Lucas was going to carry the blond boy on his back to their shared apartment. Felix was never good with alcohol but had the good will to drink first until he got shitfaced.

“To all of you who take care of me when I get drunk and get me home safe to sleep in my own soft bed!” he raised his voice over the music.

“And to Y/N who said yes to my proposal for a date! Thank you Pie girl!” Lucas gave her a wide smile.

The glasses clinked. Y/N slammed hers first on the bar.

“Always first to finish and never leave the best for the rest!” Monica winked at her.

“Double entendre?” Y/N raised an eyebrow and laughed.

The Pie girl thing went years back when the group first met at highschool. Y/N's grandmother Clara had a habit of always packing some homemade pie for her.

Everyone made fun of her but she was a child that didn't really care about others' opinion just like it was now.

Lucas was the first one to approach her and apologize for his classmates' behaviour. The next thing he did was to ask for a bite.

From that day on her lunch box contained not one but two pieces of her grandmother's pie - one for Y/N and one for Lucas.

Throughout the years that name stayed and later when they met Monica and Felix they started calling her the same from time to time.

The burden of Y/N's grandmother passing away a few months back was still weighing on her. She was her closest friend and family member. Her parents divorced when she turned nine and they went their separate ways leaving her in the care of the girl's mother. She didn't hold any grudges against them though. In her opinion if a relationship was not working it was better for the two people to separate and not cause the others around them to feel uncomfortable or worried. From time to time her parents were calling Y/N on the phone to check on her and ask if she needed anything. She was grateful for that.

Her father went to London back then and her mom to California in the States.

That was her life.

She didn't mind it though. She was always on her own except for her grandmother but after she passed Y/N was left alone. The only people who were always with her, helping and staying by her side were those three.

The house she was living now was the one her grandmother left for the girl in her will.

…

Later Carter was still nowhere in sight.

“I think he’s full of shit” Lucas said while holding Y/N close on the dance floor. “He was pulling your leg when he said that he would be here. Don’t you see how dry and lame he is?”

Y/N frowned. One thing she didn’t like about the black-haired man was the way he always talked about Liam. She couldn’t understand why. What a foolish girl. It was in her face and still couldn’t see the jealousy in Lucas’ eyes.

“Don’t be like that. He gives us the best and teaches us well. It’s just his character which shouldn’t be definitive for his medical skills” she defended. The question here was why was she doing it. Y/N didn’t need to find excuses for him but still she did.

Lucas pulled her flush to his body and smirked.

"What was that? Did I strike a nerve?" He laughed and leaned towards Y/N's face. The alcohol was starting to mess with his head and his behaviour was slowly changing.

"Stop it Lucas" the words of warning were cold and distant. "What's wrong with you? You've never been like that."

Cold sweat rolled down her neck. The way he was tightening his grip around her, the sweaty bodies of people dancing and bumping into hers, the stale smell of the drinks - everything made her feel suffocated. Y/N tried to wiggle out of his grip and move away but only agitated Lucas more.

"What's wrong Pie girl? Where d'ya wanna go?" His words became one mumbled mess. "You said you wanna go with me on a date. Did you change your mind?" he slammed his body into hers.

"Let me go!" Y/N looked around hoping to find Felix or Monica. They were nowhere in sight.

The next thing happened so fast she didn't even see it coming.

Lucas was torn away from her and stumbled backwards. A small circle of people started to form around them.

“What the-“ the man shouted and looked around. His unfocused gaze fell on another man. “Wow! Look who it is. If it isn’t professor Liam Carter!” he barked. Lucas then took a few steps in the other man’s direction and gave him a menacing look.

“I suggest you keep it down boy and stay away from me” the man said and turned around to go. In the process grabbing Y/N by the arm yanking her away from the scene.

At the same time another hand came out and grabbed her other one pulling her in the opposite direction. In his drunken state Lucas was behaving like a man insane. The earlier talk and Y/N’s agreement to go out with him was fuelling his confidence.

Liam turned around and his expression was not calm anymore but it looked more like an oncoming storm.

“I suggest you let go of her before-“

“STOP IT BOTH OF YOU!” a high-pitched scream rang over the music. “What am I?! A rag doll?” Y/N yanked her hands away and started walking away. Felix came out of nowhere and ran after her following the young woman outside.

“Y/N! Wait! What happened?”

The air was cold and pricked at her skin. She felt like her whole head was on fire.

“What happened was that your friend thinks he owns me now!” Y/N turned around and shouted at the blond guy’s face. “I have never seen him like this! He looked completely out of his mind. I felt like the words he was saying were coming out of someone else’s mouth!”

She went on and on while Felix came closer and placed a hand on her shoulder.

“I will talk to him. I know he will feel terrible about it tomorrow.”

His attempt to comfort her was in vain. The girl became even more agitated.

“So what if he does?! If Lucas is like this now before anything even happened imagine what it will be if we’re actually together! I can’t do that!” She threw her hands in the air. “I can’t do that Felix!”

"Come on Y/N. Let's get you home" they quietly started walking away but then a voice came from behind.

"Hey! Y/N wait!"

The two of them turned around only to see Cater running to catch up.

"Sir. Please. Not now."

Felix' deep voice rang out. This was a charming and unique feature of his. His voice was normal a bit on the lower side but not much. He had this habit of changing it intentionally or not. Sometimes it was high and squeaky like one of a boy and sometimes it became deeper than the Mariana trench. The thing Y/N liked the most about him was his voice.

One time she even asked him to record a "good morning" message for her and that was made into an alarm tone for her phone.

Now Felix was speaking in that low tone but it was unintentional. It sounded more like a warning than anything else.

"Let me take you home Y/N" the professor continued, completely ignoring the boy standing there.

"No… no we can walk there" it was a useless argument. Liam had already set his mind on driving her home and making sure she was completely safe and far away from the guy. Carter had special work to do.

It took some time and a lot of persuading but in the end Y/N agreed to be taken home by the professor. Felix insisted on coming along but on the way there Liam dropped him by the apartment.

After he left the silence in the car became awkward and unbearable for her.

“Why did you do it sir?” She asked him after they stopped at a red light.

“I was going to do it for anyone else. You’re not special Y/N” that voice was something the young woman hasn’t heard before. It was cold and full of suppressed anger. His words were an oblivious lie. “You’re fucking stupid.”

“Excuse me?” she whipped her head towards him and gritted her teeth.

“He’s a problematic one. How can you not see it?” the grip around the steering wheel tightened.

After that Y/N decided to leave it there. She had no energy to argue with him. In her eyes the man sitting next to her was completely wrong. Lucas was her friend for years now and they knew each other really well. They were as close as a brother and sister would be.

Still a thing she was missing was that if this thing happened now before anything else has happened a lot more was coming. More arguments would rise, he was going to find the smallest things to be wrong and more problems would surface. In some kind of way Carter was right about what he said. Y/N couldn’t see it from where she was standing and it was going to cost her a lot.

The car stopped in front of her house.

The moment she reached for the handle the man snapped the locks.

“What is the meaning of this?” she hissed.

The moment Y/N turned to face the cat-eyed man she was greeted with something that was completely unexpected. His hand shot up and grabbed her jaw and he was leaning over the seats. Their faces were a few inches away.

The grip on her was so strong it was starting to hurt.

“Lesh-me-go” the woman slurred. Her words were a mess because of the way her face was contorted.

“You give me a headache you stupid girl” Liam growled. "Today is the day that I get rid of this stupid camouflage. This façade." Y/N's eyes widened with fear. She couldn't understand what was happening and what changed his demeanor so fast.

He opened his mouth and stuck his tongue out. He licked her cheek and inhaled deeply. Tears pricked at her eyes and the woman desperately tried to free herself from the iron grip he had on her.

"Why are you crying Y/N?" His voice was mocking. "I thought you liked me. Liked Liam Carter. Your lovely professor in endocrinology." The laughter that came out of the man's mouth was scarier than anything. A shiver ran down her spine. "I see how you look at him. I smell you every time he gets near you…" another inhale. "Well… not now because now fear runs through your blood but before that…"

"Professor Carter… Please let me go!" Y/N whimpered. "I won't tell anyone about this! I-"

"I'm not professor Carter!" he hissed. His eyes landed on her bare thigh. The man reached out again and grabbed it. The skin of his arm began to change and Y/N watched in horror. It became white then turned transparent and started to shine in the street lights. It looked like a diamond's surface. It continued to change, creeping up under his rolled up sleeves.

The creature's hair changed from the dark brown colour to a blueish minty one and the pupils of his eyes elongated.

"I'm not your stupid professor!" He shouted and dug his nails into her skin. With that she whined once more tears streaming down her face like waterfall.

"Please… please."

"I'm Yoongi. Or Lynx as that's my demon name" he sounded nonchalant as he introduced himself.

"Please let me go" her broken voice came out as a whisper. Y/N tried to calm herself but it didn't work. The fear was overwhelming and she couldn't do anything to stop it from overtaking her. Her eyes closed on their own and she slumped back in the seat of the car, her leg still throbbing from the pain caused by the demon's strong grip.

At that moment when Yoongi saw her defeated posture and looked down at her legs seeing the purple bruises that were starting to appear he managed to ground himself. He slowly realised that it was not his Master who could mess up their plan - it was him. It was his mistake.

"I-I'm… I'm sorry."

His whispers filled the car. "I'm so sorry." He cupped her face with his big hands with slim long fingers. "I'm sorry love. My kitty. I'm sorry. Don't cry."

His personality made a 180 degrees flip.

"What's wrong with you?! You monster!" Y/N shouted in his face once she regained her composure. Yoongi's behaviour could make her go insane. He retreated into his seat wide-eyed.

She reached for the handle and pulled hard. The lock undid itself and she jumped out of the car tears streaming down her face. The cat-eyed demon went after her.

"Please! Wait! Let me explain! I need to tell you-"

"Tell me what?!" Her shriek cut through the night air.

"Let me! Let me explain!" The moment she reached the front door she scrambled for her keys. Those hands of hers were never that useless.

"Y/N!" Strong hands grabbed the woman's arms. "Don't be like this! Let me explain!"

The desperation in Yoongi's voice was thick. He didn't know what to do. He went too far. Took it too far. "I need you! You're special! You are the Spark, the thing that's going to save Doordale and your world" he said urgently. Maybe that way she was going to listen. Maybe she was going to get intrigued.

"What are you talking about you-" Y/N hissed, turning around.

"Let me in I will explain everything you want me to" he pleaded. Then the unthinkable happened - a tiny spark of interest, a small hint of curiosity ran through that face of hers.

"I'm going to give you and your bull five minutes."

…

The talk was way longer than the five minutes she decided to give Yoongi.

He started by explaining what is he, where he comes from, what he does.

"Show me your demon form then" Y/N demanded and laid back in the soft sofa.

Yoongi looked reluctant. He was not sure if he should do that but just for the sake of gaining her trust he decided to finally do it after giving it some thought.

The demon stood up and her gaze followed his every move.

His skin started to shift like it did in the car. Slowly the diamond-like flesh enveloped his whole body and his dark hair turned into a minty blue colour from the roots down. Another subtle thing Y/N noticed was how the demon's eyes began to resemble those of a cat. The pupils elongated once more.

The air became dense and the room felt stuffy.

"That's me," he murmured finally. Before the woman stood a creature made of glass dressed in human clothes.

"Oh my-" Y/N was staring at him and couldn't believe her eyes. A few minutes ago she thought he was pulling her leg and now the student became a believer. "So you were actually telling the truth" it was an exasperated whisper.

"Are you afraid of me?" His voice was rough and caused a chill to run down her spine once more.

"Not really. I'm just wondering how much more there is out there."

"Well…" Yoongi was at a loss for words. Usually people would scream, run, shout at him or faint from the shock but she didn't. Instead the girl's face was just pure curiosity, eyes wide inspecting his features. The demon didn't dare move. He was waiting for some kind of reaction which didn't come. "Won't you say something?"

"Can I touch you?" she finally asked. "I mean nothing sexual. I want to feel that skin of yours" the curiosity in her voice couldn't be hidden. Her eyes never stopped roaming the demon's body.

"Uh… sure." He felt awkward.

Yoongi continued to stand straight, never moving an inch. Y/N stood up from the sofa and neared him. With an outstretched arm her fingers ran over the diamond-like surface. When he didn't move away the woman took another step closer and reached with the other hand.

The demon looked like a fine art statue. He wasn't even breathing. The tension was as thick as butter but only Yoongi could feel it. She on the other hand was completely oblivious to anything around her at that moment. She was fascinated.

"You're so pretty. It looks perfect. Like a diamond. I have never seen a diamond before… only on the displays in the shops…" she was speaking like she was in trance. "Do you feel my touch? Do you feel pain?" Y/N looked up wide-eyed. "Can you bleed?"

Yoongi laughed. It was a warm, lovely sound. He was feeling weird. He was a demon. Those emotions were long forgotten and he couldn't understand what was happening but still went with it.

"Yes, yes and… not in that sense. My human form can bleed obviously but this" he gestured at himself "doesn't bleed. It just breaks like glass, gets cut but nothing comes out."

"I see."

Y/N's look never wavered from his face while the demon was speaking. They stood like this for a couple of moments - with her hands placed on his forearms while sharing a deep look.

"You're something else." Yoongi broke the silence squinting his eyes. "Still the thing I said earlier stays. You have to come with me" there was a hint of remorse in those words.

"Where?" The student moved back and her voice became cold.

"To Doordale. I have to get you there."

"But you never explained why or what I'm going to do there. What is going to happen to my studies? My friends? I have to fix the things with Lucas" the demon could hear the desperation in her tone. The need to break free from this was strong.

Then he snapped.

"Lucas? You're going on about this ass. Don't be ridiculous Y/N" Yoongi flopped on the armchair and huffed.

"And once more thing - what about Mr. Carter? If you're Yoongi the demon, what about our professor? What happened to him?"

"He is safe and sound as part of my consciousness" he lifted a finger to point at his head.

"What?! So you mean you completely took over him?" Y/N shouted and balled her firsts.

"Aah! No! Don't be ridiculous. When I let him, he can emerge and we can be co-conscious." The demon waved a hand and crossed his legs. He looked annoyed. "Why do you care so much about those petty mortals though?"

"Because that's my life!" the high-pitched scream tore the air between them. "Oh my God… so my feelings, the way he readily agreed to take me to the hospital…" the student buried her face in her hands. "Nothing was real! It was all you! You ruined everything!"

"Wow! Slow down there. Do you actually think that this guy will risk his career and standing just because of you? You're merely one of the students who sway after his pretty ass" Yoongi laughed. He felt coming back to his normal self and his demon ways. That was more like it. "Ah… and I thought we were having such a nice conversation a few moments ago" a mocking pouty expression took over his beautiful features.

Y/N was devastated. She felt her world falling apart. At that moment the only wish she had was to forget about all that and return to her normal life.

"Y/N. We need to go now" and on that note the cat-eyed demon stood up and transformed back into his human form. "We have only a few hours left until the end of the night. I will explain everything on the way there."

"But…"

"No. There is no way out of it. At least not one that I know of. Once we get there I will tell you more. Now I can't let my Master wait any longer because he will order my head on a platter…"

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→ on my mind 02 — a jeongguk scenario

member: jeon jungkook

word count: 25.6k

genre: domestic!au + established relationship + fluff + smut + mild angst

warnings: slow build / oral sex (f & m receiving) / multiple smut scenes / over-stimulation / breeding kink / creampies / mentions of infertility / pregnancy is a central part of the story line / pregnancy sex / jeongguk just wants to be a good dad / i am so sorry if the editing is not up to par i tried my best / mild possessiveness / mentions of misogyny and an asshole manager

soundtracks: (they long to be) close to you, carpenters + to you, yoona & lee sang soon + someone’s shining, wisue + who knew, chloe x halle, + but i’m trying to tell you how much i love you, saevom + pretend, lee aram + when the wind blows, yoona + meet me in amsterdam, rini + she, jannabi

special thanks to: @gukkheaven for seeing the baby version of this fic <3 / @a-life-thats-next-to-normal for sharing some much needed baby info with me!

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dedicated to the lovely @himboksj happy (very late almost criminally late) bday present! so whew... there’s a lot happening in this one! return of jock!jk and his wonderful girl oc now featuring!!: squirting, creampie, oral (fem receiving), mild choking, biting, boobs in face!!, anime tiddy mentions, praise kink galore, multiple orgasms, the use of a vibrator, jaykay is sick actually, over-stimulation, mild spit kink, dommish!jk, (redacted) pet name, mentions (and watching) of porn, everybody is in love and horny, crying cause the dick too good, fingering but not really. 5k of words that should have never left my brain. listen to continuum & nothing without you by tanerelle (kindly check masterlist for the pretty boy drabble mini masterlist if you want to read the rest of this au!)

Jeongguk didn’t mean to go snooping through your things. It was 100% accidental. He just remembered that you kept some athletic tape in your drawers because Jeongguk usually needed to wrap his knee or ankle after practice and you ensured that he always had some near (in case he came crashing at yours instead of going back to his dorm after Coach brutalised him during drills). And, anyway, you were at a point in your relationship where Jeongguk didn’t necessarily feel the need to outright ask you if he could poke around your drawers. Of course, he respected your space, but it’s not like he wasn’t nosy when you were best friends. You were in the shower too, he didn’t want to bang on the door and ask where you kept the tape.

Imagine his surprise when he reached the final drawer in your dresser, idly rummaging around for the blue athletic tape he knows is buried somewhere, and his fingers latch around a silky cloth instead. He knew what it was immediately, the shape a dead give-away. A discreet bullet vibrator, stuffed under your unnecessarily large collection of fluffy winter socks. Perhaps he stopped breathing, the twitch in his loose workout shorts undeniable. He’s not surprised that you own one and yet, his brain can’t fathom you using it. Even now, Jeongguk’s still growing used to seeing you come undone around his length, the feeling of your walls tight on his cock as your mumble his name. It drives him mad. He’s seen you in every kind of state; sobbing hysterically, laughing until tears slip from your pretty eyes, stumbling drunk in the streets, eyebrows furrowed with anger at him, that soft tiny grin you grant him on good days, the pout your lips settle into when you don’t get your way. He never fathomed he’d ever see you in that way, skin flushed with heat, eyes cloudy with ecstasy, your heat pressed against his own. He finds new ways to fall in love with you every day but it reaches new heights when he’s deep inside of you. Maybe he’s mildly obsessed with seeing you unravel, but that’s a secret he keeps to himself.

He does take a peek at your toy though, a soft velvet-like purple vibrator. It’s cute actually, something you would definitely purchase. But then the sound of water hitting the shower tiles slows down and Jeongguk swiftly tucks the toy back into your drawers.

“Oh?” You say when you open the door to him standing stiff in your room. The steam from the shower wraps around your figure in gentle wisps, sunlight filtering in from the window behind you, the image of an innocent angel appearing right before his eyes. “You’re here.”

“Practise ended early,” Jeongguk returns, his gaze trailing the droplets of water that slip down your skin. You smell good, just like that vanilla and peach shower gel that you dearly love. And the towel hiding your body is loose. It’s not his fault that he’s hard in his pants. When he moves to hug you, your face contorts, a downward tug at your lips that Jeongguk longs to change with a kiss.

“I’m wet,” you whine, brushing past him. “Go shower, you always stink after practise.”

He huffs, strong arms catching your fleeing figure and quickly wrapping you into his chest. “No. Don’t want to. I missed you and you can’t even hug me? You’re so mean to me.”

“Guk-” Jeongguk cuts that complaint with his face in your neck, lips colouring your skin rouge with a kiss that intends to leave a mark. “You can’t,” you mumble, but your fingers settle on the nape of his neck, tangling in the growing strands of his hair. “I have to get to work soon.”

“It won’t take long,” Jeongguk returns, feathering kisses across your skin as he nudges you to the bed. “I promise. Let me do this, I’ve missed you, bunny.”

Your towel is discarded somewhere in the amble to your sheets, your thighs wrapped around Jeongguk’s face a second later. He watches your body carefully, teasing your clit with purpose before he allows himself to slip his tongue deep. He notes the twitches in your thighs, the way your buck your hips against his face. He ignores his desire, for the time being, nose buried at the apex of your cunt, tongue covered in your slick, his lips latched on your clit. You like it fast, purposeful sharp flicks that make you squirm until Jeongguk has to pin your hips down, the lave on your heat brutal. His brain can’t help but wonder how you’d behave with your toy grazing your clit and his cock burrowed deep. You’re so sensitive, response to even the softest kiss he lays on your cunt. Would you be wetter than this? You’re already dripping down his face, his mouth glistening with your desire. But he wants to see if you can do more than this, squirm more than this, make a bigger mess than this. The thought surfaces as he feels your body lock, the tension in your limbs drawn high as your hands reach for his. You cum on his face with your fingers intertwined, his name falling from your lips as the afternoon sunlight hits your skin. It’s then and there that Jeongguk decides, with his mouth wet from your release, he’s going to see you squirt one day. For him and him alone.

He waits for the moment to naturally strike, silently scheming wicked thoughts every time you crawl into his sheets. It happens one evening, an empty bottle of wine at the foot of your bed and hentai porn playing brazenly on his laptop screen. Somewhere between downing the bottle and cuddling in his sheets Jeongguk had mentioned an uncanny resemblance between your gigantic chest and the anime boobies he’d grown fond of since his introduction to hentai. You’d immediately dismissed him, whacking him hard on the head and then Jeongguk had to prove it to you, opening his favourite website and pulling up a video that had your jaw-dropping.

“Your boobs do that, you know,” he says. Which grants him a sharp kick to the shin.

“Jeongguk, what is wrong with you?” He can tell you’re not annoyed, but there’s a lilt in your voice that makes him pause, doe eyes flicking to your face. You may be kicking him under the blankets but your eyes are stuck to the video, a distance glaze colouring your gaze. He can tell by the way your thighs draw together that you’re not as averse to this as you pretend to be.

“Turn it off,” you mumble.

“Why? I can tell that you like it.”

“Jeon, I’m not joking.” There’s a glare paired with that sentence, but he reads right through it.

“Fine,” Jeongguk offers, fingers already typing what’s been on his mind since the day he discovered your vibrator.

“What are you—oh.”

There’s a quiet lull. He clicks on a video that’s more familiar to him than he’ll ever willingly admit out loud. It starts the way Jeongguk prefers it to, with a man on his knees, his head buried between the thighs of a girl.

“What are you doing, Guk?” A warning. A question. Jeongguk is not sure what you mean by that and he’s too hesitant to take a look at your face to decipher the tone in your voice just yet. He takes the jump instead, hoping you don’t mind the fantasies of his mind.

“Have you ever squirted?” Somewhere between the exchange of words in Jeongguk's room, the man on his laptop screen slipped two fingers into the girl. It doesn’t help that your boobs are falling right out of your loose camisole, resting right on his bare arm.

“Jeongguk,” you return. “Answer my question.”

“Answer mine first,” he looks at you then, trying hard to read your eyes. There’s no heat in your face, just an innocence that colours your features. Wide eyes, your legs draw together, a hard swallow that he sees in the low lights that illuminate the room.

“No,” you say, bottom lip caught between your teeth. “So why are you showing me squirting porn?”

It’s then that Jeongguk realises he wants to ruin you. As horribly cliché as it sounds, he longs for that. And the urge for it doubles when your gaze falters, flicking quickly for the screen before drifting back to his. The couple is still fucking on his screen, hard quick loud thrusts that travel to the pit in his stomach fast. He’s hard in his briefs, a painful throb ebbing through his length when your hand drops to his chest.

“Guk?”

He shuts the laptop, the moans cut off, a heated silence taking its place. The bed feels too big when he gets up, ignoring the confused look you give him.

The vibrator is exactly where he left it, oddly comforting because it means you don’t use it. You have him after all. But he needs the toy for tonight.

“What? Guk? What’s go—when did you find that?” You’re embarrassed, he knows it from the way you squirm under the blanket. He glances down at it, finger pressing the switch that turns it on. A quick run through shows ten decent vibrators at different levels, it’s rather intense even in his hands, the low buzz that it emits filling the room forbidding before he shuts it off.

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→ pu$$y fairy — a jeongguk scenario 02

member: jeon jungkook

word count: 4.2k

genre: smut + college!au + jeongguk and oc are in a weird fwbs without the friendship part just the benefits except jaykay lowkey has feelings + virginity au

warnings: virgin!oc / oral sex (fem receiving) / jaykay best coochie eater / oc is strange / jaykay is confused / there r emotions and propositions because of said emotions!! / first times / not really edited / mingyu the meddling best fwend part two :3

soundtrack: stargazing, the neighbourhood + body, summer walker

part one

Jeongguk has not been able to get you out of his mind since your last fateful meeting. The memories linger like a stain on precious fabric, sinking through thread and leaving a blight that can be spotted from a mile away. His overeager thoughts have left him sensitive, acutely aware of your sudden presence. He spies you constantly in the lunch hall, laughing bold and unabashed with your friends, a brightness on your features that travels straight to his heart. Sometimes you rush past him in the hallways, late to your lectures, the wind sweeping the skirts you donned often upward. That had sent him for a small spiral, the fact that you loved wearing skimpy little things despite your coy nature. He hadn’t picked a favourite yet, but the blush pink and floral patterned skirts were contesting for number one unbeknownst to you. Once, he’d attempted a meek greeting, partially surprised by his timidness. But you had just brushed him off, one flash of your radiant smile before you scampered away. He’d mentioned it to Mingyu one drunken evening, unable to keep your name from slurring off his tongue. His heart twisted funny in his chest when he described your reluctance towards him, throat tight as the words squeezed themselves out. The response he’d received knocked him off his unstable feet, legs sinking onto the pavement below, the glowing amber street above lights blurring.

“Why do you care?” Mingyu had slurred, slumping down beside him.

“What?” The crack of his neck echoed in the wind as he twisted to face his friend, discovering Mingyu's features flushed red and his eyes half-closed as the truth slipped from his mouth.

“I mean,” Mingyu continued, “It’s not like you’re dating her or anything. It’s strictly sex, or is that not what the both of you agreed?”

“Well–” He was caught there, facing a dead-end he didn’t realise he’d back himself into until that very moment. “Well, even if that’s what we agreed I should at least get to know her right? It feels so strange to sleep with someone you barely know.”

Mingyu had scoffed, knocking his knee into Jeongguk’s. “Yah! Were you not trying to hook up with some random girl in the club five minutes ago?”

“But that’s different,” he’d pouted into the night, hands ripping through his curls in a futile attempt to get you out of his head. “I’m supposed to take her virginity, right? There’s a weight there. I should get to know her.”

Mingyu paused for a second, silently reading into what his friend was implying. “Fair enough. Get to know her then.”

“I’m trying,” Jeongguk shot back. “But it’s so hard. She doesn’t even answer my texts. Maybe she hates me or something.”

The long look he received unsettled him, Mingyu’s gaze indiscernible.

“She doesn’t hate you,” he finally murmured, the sentence purposeful. “She’s probably just overwhelmed. Y/N tends to shut down when things feel like too much for her.”

“So? She should at least respond to my messages.” Jeongguk didn't mean to say the remainder of his thoughts out loud but they stumbled from his throat regardless, a whisper lifted by the midnight breeze. “Was my dick that ugly?”

Mingyu’s loud laugh cut right through him, Jeongguk’s cheeks burning hard in the quiet of the night.

“She said that?” Another choking laugh accompanied his disbelief followed by Jeongguk’s head drooping down in shame. “God, you’ve got it bad haven’t you? And you barely know her too.”

“Shut up,” Jeongguk had hissed, terrified of the fond thumping of his heart. “I don’t.”

“You do,” Mingyu had hummed. “But I get it. Just give her time. She’s been asking about you too, you know.”

“She has?” If he had ears like a puppy they’d be perked up with jubilance right now.

Another knowing noise of acknowledgement, his friend’s gaze wistful. “Yeah. But like I said, give her time.”

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Time is apparently three weeks later, the stress of submitting mid-semester assignments finally subduing across campus. There were murmurs of parties, people out and about with no care for the curfew imposed on them, and the recklessness of mid-term break drifting through the autumn air. Jeongguk had messaged you a couple of days ago (just a quick check-in or that is what he told himself), only to be met with one-word responses and a curtness that left him cold. But here you are again, notifications lighting up his screen in the middle of the night.

nutcase [11:48pm]

u up?

He nearly chokes on the ramen halfway down his throat. A booty-call, really, Jeongguk just meant that to you. For a second he considers ignoring the message but the prospect of seeing you again has him tapping the notification with a swiftness that should embarrass him.

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Going raw with jock jk 🥴

well...aw shit here we go again (literally nawt edited)

pairing: jock!jk and oc

warnings: use of pet names, mentions of orgasms/oral sex (fem receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, jeongguk is SO IN LOVE, yeah its soft and horny :3

There’s an edge to the air that Jeongguk feels in his chest. It’s sharp, loaded with something unfamiliar that leaves his heart in a mess of nerves, thumping loud in the silence of his room. In the distance, his brain registers the unforgettable boisterous laugh of Mingyu downstairs, probably laughing at something silly Yoonho said. The pair were always around, clambering around Jeongguk’s dorm as if they lived there while Yugyeom grumbled from his seat on the couch. Normally, he would be a little bit annoyed. Jeongguk loved his friends but he also adored his solitude (there’s also the fact that one time they cleared the fridge of all his banana milk and ate his galbi leftovers). But right now, he cannot fathom leaving the comfort of these four walls to kick them out. Not when you’re panting into his bed-sheets, skin flushed warm and a blissful glaze covering your eyes when you flutter them his way.

Nothing in the world mattered as much as you did.

“You good?” He whispers it into the hollow of your neck, delicately planting a kiss there a moment after.

The sigh you release seeps into his heart, a soft gentle sound that he longs to hear again.

“Perfect,” you quietly return, gracing him with a smile that could end wars and clear skies.

He wants to do this slowly, savour every part of you all over again. He can still taste you on his tongue, the memory of your muffled cries and beautiful tremors so fresh in his mind that it’s almost violent. But his own desires demand attention, cock hard against the line of his stomach, a need so desperate building rapidly. His hands travel slow by force, but you know him too well, knocking your legs apart so that your heat meets his, slick eagerly coating the length of him.

The groan he lets out his accidental, melting into the air as Jeongguk buries his face in your neck. In his dismay you giggle, a devious sound, as your fingernails trail down his back, digging into muscle with purpose.

“It’s you’re turn now, love.” It’s murmured into his ear, your hands sinking into the mess of his curls. You brush them away with a fondness that cracks his heart open, something wild and beautiful blooming in his chest.

Love. Love. He thinks about that word a lot. Thinks about it when you cheer for him at his games, tiny frame jumping onto the bleachers so you can see the field better. When you wack at his arm and laugh at his lame jokes. When you drop an iced americano in his hands after his tortuous nine am classes with Professor Lee. When you tug him into your arms and kiss him like you want to memorise the feeling on his lips on yours. When you look at him. When you hands slides into his, a fit as perfect as your bodies moving together in his bed.

Love.

You.

He thinks he might. He knows he does.

He should say it. Soon at least. Before it comes out during an untimely situation. Like the time your car broke down in the middle of a busy street and when you called for help Jeongguk was terrified that you’d gotten hurt. The itch didn’t leave even after you’d explained the situation, angry honking and your voice trembling with concealed tears. He wanted to say it then. Needed to. It almost slipped out when he said goodbye, promising to come as quickly as he could.

I love you.

Would it be that big of a deal? He thinks about as your hands fall from his body. He rises slowly, moving to rummage through his drawers for a condom. There’s four left. He bought a pack of 30 not even two weeks ago. Perhaps he spent more time learning the taste of your cunt than he did on his lectures. But this was still new. Bright, unlearned. He’d just figured out that you like it when he pins you down hard, making it impossible for you to squirm as he licked you apart. So perhaps the rapidly emptying box is warranted.

When he looks back at you, you’re staring at him. The foil feels funny in his hands. He gives it a twirl before attempting to tear it open.

“Actually,” you interrupt. He halts, heart loud in his head. “We... You... What if we didn’t use it?”

Oh.

“Because, well,” you quickly tack on, shuffling upright. Jeongguk will admit that he did stare at your boobs as you did so. “We both got tested right? And, I am on birth control.”

Fuck. He most definitely came a little at just the thought of fucking you raw. Not that he hasn’t thought about it. But before it was never an outright possibility. Not until now, when you look like an angel in his bed, your body his temple to worship.

“Okay,” Jeongguk tries to keep his voice levelled but he knows it wavers. Whether it’s fear or excitement he can’t discern yet. “We can do that, yeah.”

You smile and he drops the condom like it scales him, climbing back into your arms where he belongs. It takes a little bit of shifts and shuffles, quiet laughs and gentle kisses interrupting the journey, before Jeongguk settles at your entrance, sliding in with an ease that should be criminal. You take him so well that he nearly blows his load right there, a tight wet heat welcoming every inch of his length. He doesn’t miss the way your back arches from the back, his hands cupping the back of your hips. There’s a whine that escapes from your throat, followed by the sound of name. You’re delirious, your moans colouring his room warm. He can’t help but buck forward, lip caught between his teeth as he forces his release down. His thoughts are stuck on how good you feel around him, velvet walls fluttering when he pauses, gives you a moment to adjust, his gaze dropping to your half open eyes.

“Bunny,” he murmurs. You mumble something incoherent, which Jeongguk replies to by bucking his hips deeper. “Bunny.”

“Hmm?”

“Look at me.” It takes a moment but you force your eyes open, gaze meeting Jeongguk’s. His curls keep tumbling into his face but you can still feel the heat of his gaze from behind them. “Good girl.” There’s the rock of his hips, followed by a sharp tug as he pulls you closer to him . You can feel him in your guts, thick cock splitting you right open. “Be good for me, hmm? I’m not gonna be gentle with you, baby. You can take it though, can’t you?”

“Y-yes.”

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→ pretty boy — a jeongguk drabble series

alternatively known as the jock!jk universe

drabbles in vague chronological order (more are likely to be added)

pretty boy au playlist 💞

1. after-school activities

2. i thought you meant me

3. beer-pong and jealousy (a)

4. she was waiting (a)

5. excuses to yearn

6. locker-room lover (m)

7. my love (m)

8. be good for me (m)

9. obsessions of the good kind (m)

10. new horizons (m)

11. what you do to me (semi-m)

12. familiar friends, new fears (a)

13. bite the hand that feeds the heart (a)

14. honeymoon fades (a)

15. one heart broke; four hands bloody (a)

16. fuel to the fire (a) (m)

17. out of line (a)

18. old friends, new foes (a)

19. kintsugi (a) (f)

go through the jock!jk tag to see the full universe! (asks/thoughts from the author)

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Moodboard

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Glimpse of Us | KTH Chapter IX: Hear Me Out

Pairing: Problematic Idol Taehyung x Grad Student Reader

Genre: Idol AU, Ex-Childhood Best Friends into—, Angst (Hello, welcome to my angst central), Fluff (mainly in the flashbacks), Slow Burn, Eventual Smut

Summary: BTS’s V has been living a lavished and successful lifestyle, but underneath all of that, Kim Taehyung is far from the perfect image the media and fans made him out to be. All he wants is to relive the feelings of happiness and purpose in his life, but how can he when he left behind those memories years ago? The same memories, he hopes to see a glimpse of.

Warning: this was long for no reason lol, LOTS of crying in a one night, mentions of substance use and alcoholism, brief description of therapy, hints of depression and anxiety, the media is the absolute worse, mentions of panic attacks, a very emotional yet soft flashback, brief description of past infidelity (just want to hug oc :c), very brief mention of unexpected pregnancy (don't worry, it's none of them), insecurities on maintaining a relationship, Seojoon is back ayeee, verbal fighting

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Chapter IX: Hear Me Out || Series Masterlist

Settling down a glass of water and a plate of leftover homemade cookies in front of Taehyung, you both sat at your futon table, sitting across from one another. After you calmed him down, you knew he never wanted to be alone after an episode. You suggested bringing him home, but he refused and told you to not tell anyone what had happened. So ultimately, you brought him to your small apartment.

You still made sure that the unconscious men were still alive, and they all had pulses. The liquid that the first blacked-out men were on top of was soju. They probably would have forgotten what happened, so you escaped the premises holding a partially drunk Taehyung before someone caught you.

He muttered a thank you before drinking the water in one go and taking a cookie to help him sober up. Only the chewing and crunching from Taehyung cracked through the air as vocal silence was somewhat necessary after the events.

While he did so and stared at the bitten treat, you played with your fingers as you eyed around your apartment. Though he didn’t mind, you were a bit embarrassed showing him where exactly you lived. Everywhere screamed skeptical and empty. You couldn’t help but compare it with his multi-billion won high-security house with a fucking nice backyard.

“Sorry if…uhh, my apartment’s not much.” You didn’t know why you had to apologize for your living situation. It wasn’t your fault.

Looking up from the baked good, he found you and your cheeks fairly pink while doing your habit. He fuddled while lifting a brow. “You don’t need to apologize. If anything, I should be thanking you for bringing me here.”

“But still…you’re not used to this type of lifestyle.” You shrugged awkwardly. “I don’t even have a couch.”

“___, I could care less if we used the floor as a table or you used your hands to scoop the water I’m drinking.”

You nodded, staying quiet. However, you grew more lax with his reassurance, even letting out a sigh of relief. You watched him pop the remnants of sweet before taking another one from the plate. He looked rather functional, but of course, still infused with alcohol. You didn’t really speak after you sang the song together. He merely followed you silently while you said short instructions.

“How are you feeling now?” You asked softly, a tinge of worry dipped into your asking.

He stopped the cookie mid-way from his mouth before closing it. He placed the dessert back down and sighed, “Thank you for saving me back there. Who knows what would have happened to me if you weren’t there.” He pushed the plate away from him. “You didn’t need to though, could have left me to suffer the consequences.”

“Please, no. Taehyung, you were having a panic attack.” You disagreed, couldn’t even imagine not helping. “I couldn’t leave you like that. I would have done that to anyone.”

To anyone…right. The idol hummed, taking in your statement. “Guess you helped me escape from the law, my lovely accomplice.” He quipped with a smirk. You rolled your eyes before a small grin crept on your face. “You should know you’re still one of the only people who knows how to calm me down like that.”

Your lips faltered in confusion. “Who’re the others?”

“My mom, grandma before, and Jimin.” He replied. “I forgot about the song. It’s the most effective for me.”

You smiled, recalling the first time you used it. It was hours before the middle school talent show. The only reason why you did it was to distract him. He needed to focus on his mind away from his rough breathing. It was on a whim, but it worked great and now the song always calmed him down whether he went through an episode or not.

His list was expected as they were the most important people in his life. However, it was shocking that a specific person you thought of wasn’t on the list. “Not even Clara?”

Taehyung snorted as if you said a joke, “Please she doesn’t know anything about calming someone down. All she cares about is her image.”

Well, that was completely out of nowhere, baffled by his reveal. He spoke on it so casually, yet it was like a blow to his relationship. You couldn’t help but be curious as to why he might have said that, but you chose not to ask as it was the least of your worries right now.

Ignoring his comment, you decided to ask other questions that came to mind while you were on the bus ride home. “Before tonight, when was the last time you went through an episode?”

Tilting his head to the side, he stared at the wall across as he went through the folders of his memories. “Like a full episode, probably last year. Short breaths from time to time, but nothing too serious like tonight.”

“Taehyung…” You frowned, scooting closer to him. You kept your palms on your thighs when you kept your stare on him. His expression remained blunt, almost as if these mini-episodes weren’t at all concerning.

“No worries, ___. They weren’t big. When they happen, the breathing exercises help.”

“Could I ask what caused your last one? Wait, how’d you get into that situation?” Some things weren’t adding up. You were getting more and more perplexed.

He paused for a moment, gazing into your irises. You kept a worried demeanor as you waited patiently. The warm light of your floor lamp in the corner shined onto a side of you, cascading soft shadows of your side profile on the wooden ground.

“If I tell you, then I’d have to tell you things that I’m not proud of.” He explained softly, almost frightened that you’d want nothing to do with him. “You might hate who I’ve become.” His eyes filled with sorrow as he could feel the tears welling up again.

You sucked in your lips as you contemplated a move. Before you even made a choice, you crawled next to him before making yourself comfortable and sat, feeling the warmth he radiated. You looked up at his puzzled face. Before he could question, you motioned him to come and patted his lap.

Though stunned at your forward behavior, his eyes softened. You smiled tenderly and nodded, indicating it was okay. You did your motions once more before he placed his head on your lap, laying his body on the ground. Once his head settled, your appendages caressed through his ebony tendrils to soothe him, repeating the action over and over again.

“Taehyung, I could never hate you.” Your voice was so delicate, but held the heaviest meanings that Taehyung heard in a long time. “Though I don’t know what’s going on with you, please know that your resilience grows every day, more than yesterday, less than tomorrow. You’ll get through it.” You nodded to yourself, deep into thought. “You overcame so many things; bike riding, lighting, stage fright, endless training, close to disbanding. You’ve become successful and loved by many, Taehyung. You reached your goals! I would assume you’d be happier.” You sounded so positive, like how you were when you were younger, his little hope. But the familiar light only shattered him, becoming overshadowed by his intrusive thoughts. Only he knew it wasn’t all true.

With shaking lips, a cry escaped from his mouth not realizing that he was holding it in. You whispered caring nothings while you brushed your fingers into his scalp. His body pumping as his shoulders trembled as the sobs continued to fall.

It was at that moment he realized that you were probably gonna find out the side of him he has been trying to hide from you. The side that grew when you were gone in his life, the tragic shit of his life. He didn’t want to tell you, but he knew he could never lie to you. He trusted you.

He will always trust you.

“You say I’m resilient when I’m not.” He began with denial oozing at the words “You may think that my life has been nothing but glamorous with expensive name brands, International celebrity connections, and being loved by millions, from all my “success”. That my happiness is from all of that.” He chuckled, yet there was no humor in his tone. He bit his lips, quietly attempting to stop his sorrows. “But it’s not, ___.” He stabilized his breathing, feeling pressure in his chest. “I haven’t been happy for a while, and…and I don’t know what happened. I don’t know at all.”

He turned his head up so that he saw your face. Your arm hooked around the side of his face, your forearm feeling against his supple yet worn-down cheeks. Your digits were still attached to his hair. Your eyes were crystal clear, shining at him with the worrisome expression you’d been carrying since he saw you tonight. Yet you were getting confused, “What do you mean?”

The waves of sadness, the trickling of despair in his voice, and the tiredness against the hallows of his eyes and cheeks remained evident in the idol as he revealed what he has been dealing with for the years apart. His increasing anxiety and depression, therapy, the band, the scandals and cover-ups, and hurting numbness to his feelings ultimately resulted in his battle with substances and alcoholism.

Though he mentioned the overcoming of drugs and being clean for a year, the feigned chuckle in his voice indicated no other improvement to all the other shit happening to him. He still felt ashamed of what had become of him. V of BTS, Kim Taehyung, your Taehyung, your Hyungie grew up in a reckless brain of disappointment behind all that fame, fortune, and success. The continuous pressure of being this inhumane super idol representative of his national country in the public eye when really he was a human man struggling to find himself and the joy that was once in his life.

Even instances where he almost ran into mayhem from his behavior. If his members, mainly Jimin and Jungkook, or his friends didn’t find him on time, the paparazzi would have arrived to mess up his reputation and possibly his life.

Through the pain seeping out his voice and the straining tears on his face, you could tell how much it was affecting him, giving a hard time to even say it out loud. You knew he hid something, but it was nothing that you expected. Yet you knew how much he feared, how much it hurt him, having the control of his life being taken away by something he loved doing.

You kept silent, listening to his speaking while patting his hair. Your pants were soaked by his tears. At times, he had to pause for a moment to let out longer sobs when the feeling got too much. Once it seemed his story met the end, he sat up from your lap to stare into your eyes with his dull ones. “All this love and support, yet I still feel fucking empty!” He raised his voice out of nowhere, making you flinch. Noticing, he apologized quietly through his pupils. He spoke softly this time, “It’s all too much to handle, and adding onto everyone fucking keeping their eyes on me like I’m some zoo animal or puppet to attend to their needs. I just hate it.”

Stillness met around you much longer than anticipated because honestly, you didn’t know what to say to him. You didn’t want to say something he might not want to hear. He might have heard it before and it probably didn’t work. When in doubt, sometimes silence and listening would be the best thing to do.

“___?” He called your name out so timidly. You slightly nodded, telling him you were still here with him. “You think I’m a piece of shit, right?”

You furrowed your eyebrows at his accusation. “What? No, I don’t.”

“You’re lying.”

“Taehyung, I may have been harsh to you but I would never think of you like that.”

“Why not? There’s obviously something wrong with me.” He countered, not truly believing you. “All this shit is because of me.”

“No, nothing is wrong with you.” You fought back, shaking your head. “Things happened to you, Taehyung. You’re not what those events are.”

The idol kept his sodden eyes on you, hardening by the second. However, you too had your pupils focused on him, almost as if you were fighting to win yet your stare was much more gentle and empathetic. With that, it made him believe the authenticity of the words you were saying.

He softened his look and sniffed as he looked away to gaze over at your corner lamp. “You’re the only person who isn’t blaming me for my mess.” Turning his head back to you, he sighed “Whatever I do, I just feel like shit and get blamed. I feel lost and so tired of everything.”

“It’s okay to feel lost. You should give grace to yourself. I mean, you have been in the spotlight since you were young, so the pace is slower, unfortunately.”

“But how long am I gonna be like this?” He groaned in agony. Tears are physically drained out of him, but the redness pierced through his skin. “It’s been years!”

You thinned your lips and nodded, acknowledging his grief. “You should know I can’t answer that.” Though your answer wasn’t the best, it didn’t seem like he was bothered by it at all. “I know I’ll never be in your shoes and I will never know what’s going on in your head, but I do know how strong you are, Taehyung. You’ve always been, for yourself and others.” He remained quiet. But the dimming within the dark hues of his irises suddenly sparkled faintly. “It sucks and frustrating, and all these annoying shits because people don’t always understand you. You’re kinda hard to crack at times. Maybe that’s why it’s taking longer than usual. But those who truly know the lengths you have to take to overcome this. They will help you understand what you need to bring the goodness and happiness out of you.”

“Will I ever be happy, ___?” He spoke ever so timidly like he desperately needed an answer.

You leaned back, resting your palms on the hard wooden floor. “They always say good things will happen especially when you least expect it. It’ll come when the time is right.”

But you’re here now and you were the best thing that ever happened to me.

Taehyung had an exhaustive look within his gloom, taking in your words. It was true, not many people understood him especially personally. Even if they did, they’d argue his logic like he was wrong for that. So at that moment, he remembered how much you were the one true person that made him be seen. Exposed and vulnerable. You saw the real Kim Taehyung.

With that, you weren’t expecting the idol to crawl towards your form to wrap his long arms around you as he rested his head in the crook of your neck. His nose gently grazed your skin, letting you inhale sharply. Luckily, he was too deep into his thoughts so you placed your palm on his back before fully reciprocating back.

“Thank you.” The vibration of his voice moved through your goosebumps. “Thank you for your words, for saving me, for everything since you came back. Thank you for being here again, Blue.”

A subtle smile ghosted on your lips at the sound of the nickname, letting him get away with it only this time. “You don’t need to thank me. I’ll be honest when I say I hate it at times, but I’ll be on your side no matter what.”

“Really? Even when I fuck up? Or when the members are mad at me?”

“Well, yeah.” He parted away to look into your eyes. “I’ve known you longer than those around us. It’s your word against theirs; I would believe you than them.”

The way you explained yourself had Taehyung’s heart skipping in a fluttering rapid manner. You spoke so honestly, it said it all on your face too. The gentleness and reassurance he knew and loved.

“Of course, it doesn’t mean I agree with you. I’ll tell your shit with the back of my hand.” Though your words were hard, you continued that tendering tone with an empathetic smile that would make all living entities’ hearts melt. But the contrast made the idol let out a deep chuckle, shaking his head while you weren’t fazed at all. “I’m only being honest.”

“As you are,” Taehyung confirmed before biting his lip. He knew how late it was, but still rejected the thought of going back to his house…with Clara if she was back. He didn’t want the members or his friends to get roped into this because that would require him to explain what happened tonight. “Do you think I could sleep over here?”

You looked taken aback at his question, cocking your brow up. “Tonight? Here?” You asked, then he nodded confidently. “A-are you sure?”

“Please? After what happened…I don’t want anyone else to know and bug me.”

“But…” You had mixed feelings about his request. Sure, you had tons of sleepovers in the past but it was in the past. There were certain things to consider with your decision, and most of it had to do with your boundaries and your hesitancy despite your now willingness to fully accept him.

“Please?” He asked again, with so much vulnerability leaking out of that single word.

But after these recent events and the fact he revealed the darkness of his life update to you, all you wanted was for him to feel safe.

“Do you wanna shower too? I have a spare towel, but I need to dig for larger-sized clothes.” You got up from the floor and started heading down the hallway to your room. “I think I brought some of my grandfather’s pajamas by mistake.” Your voice echoed through your apartment.

Though you didn’t explicitly say yes, Taehyung knew the answer, making him grin like an idiot as he watched your form disappear into the hall. He then crawled up to follow you. It took him a couple of seconds to see where your bedroom was located as it was the only door that was wide open with the lights on.

Once he entered, he noticed that the only furniture there was a neatly made blue-sheeted bed and oak dresser. The surface of the dresser was filled with books, a jewelry box, empty cans of Coca-Cola, and various miscellaneous items.

You were living a very minimalist life, he thought. When the two of you were younger, you always decorated your room. You had a multitude of plush toys on your bed given by your grandparents, his parents, other neighbors, and him too. You liked to plaster pictures of family, him, and art, and posters of your favorite artists on your wall, and displayed your rock collection that remained in one corner of your room.

Nothing in this room screamed “you.” It felt very temporary like you weren’t belonging to this place.

Taehyung then turned away from looking to spot you digging through your closet. He heard you let out an “umph” before you sat back on the floor with a red sweater and a matching-colored pair of plaid pants.

“I was right! I did bring a box of his clothes on accident!” You smiled when you looked up at the idol standing. “They were supposed to be donations, but I grabbed them by mistake and just kept them.” You raised the clothes to him.

The idol gladly took them into his hands and grinned. “You know your grandfather is a very tall man. I don’t know if I could even fit his clothes.”

“Nonsense, I think you’re as tall as him now. I mean it has been some time.” You got up from the floor and let out a sigh.

“How is he anyways? How has he been since your grandmother passed?”

They were harmless questions that Taehyung asked as simple curiosity and wanting to know how your family was doing. But those very questions made your smile drop into a sorrowful frown.

Taehyung stared at you questionably at the shift in your mood. It seemed like your brain was gearing up, trying to process what he said. He didn’t think it was anything bad but with the slight thinning of your lips with your nostrils flaring, he felt like he said something wrong.

But before he could even defend himself, you nodded casually as you put back a small grin. “Oh yeah, he’s fine. Same strong, gentle old man. Just been busy with the farm and everything. Just thinking about him working in his old age frustrates me, you know?” You were rambling, and it happens because of three things: you got nervous, angry, or you were hiding something.

Taehyung immediately knew the choices but didn’t speak further. It has been a rough night for him and probably for you now, so he didn’t want to add more stress. “He should retire soon, or pass the farm to you or someone else.”

“Yeah…” You sighed, already wanting to change the subject. “You should go shower. Towels inside the hallway closet and I have a spare toothbrush under the bathroom sink.”

The idol nodded, “Maybe, you should go first. It’s late, and a school night. You also have longer hair than me, so it’d take longer to dry.”

Completely forgetting that tomorrow you had a morning class, you mentally cursed yourself. It was close to one in the morning, and usually around this time, you’d still study but you didn’t have the mental capacity right now. You were exhausted and needed to get as much sleep as possible.

“Are you sure?” You asked.

“Of course, Blue. I don’t mind, you’re literally housing me.” He patted your head as you stared up at him.

Your eyebrows pinched before you formed a pout. “I told you to stop calling me Blue.”

“It’s a force of habit.” He shrugged before squeezing your cheek. “Do you know how hard it is for me to call you by your name?”

“It’s not as hard, you know. A normal person calls me by my name.”

“I don’t give a fuck if I’m not normal or not. Blue will forever be your name for me.”

Though you’d normally get angry or show some type of anger, you were forcing yourself to suppress a smile at what he said. A smile that he noticed, so he didn’t take it as seriously.

“Whatever, Taehyung.” You shook your head before gathering up your clothes to shower and change.

“That’s not my name for you.” He denied.

“I’m not saying it. I don’t want to.”

“Why not?” Now he was acting a bit playful, which you didn’t mind. “It’s Blue and Hyungie! Not ___ and Taehyung!”

“You can’t be serious. We had those nicknames when we were kids. We’re nearly in our thirties!”

“Does it look like I care if we’re almost thirty?” The idol reasoned once more. “You being Blue means so much to me. You, of all people, should know how much you mean to me.” He spoke gently when he explained himself, almost sensitive to this topic.

You didn’t know how to respond at that. Though you knew how much you cared about him, you didn’t know how much it was reciprocated back. You had partially low expectations now on how much importance you were towards Taehyung’s life.

So you honestly said, “No, I’m not sure about now…”

The devastation wasn’t enough to describe his expression. A bit of concern, a lot of worry, maybe even frustration. Whatever emotion there was, Taehyung felt worse, realizing the immense strain between you and him. You didn’t trust him, you didn’t know how much he cared and meant to you, it was almost as if every memory made was completely garbage to say the least. At least that was what he thought.

Before he could even say a sound, you quickly changed the subject. “I’m gonna go shower. Just make yourself comfortable.” You said in a rush as you collected some clothes and your towel hanging on the door knob.

Taehyung stood there dumbfounded and exhausted. There was too much to think about and all he wanted to do was not think. He just got to you, he shouldn’t be greedy with this.

While you showered, there wasn’t much for Taehyung to do. You lived in a rather infinite yet empty apartment. He roamed around your place about five times, so he was sure he saw everything you owned here.

Well, almost everything.

He was back in your room, eyes scanning the dresser. Items were still in the same position as he first saw them, but now he had more scrutiny, specifically for your jewelry box. It caught his eyes the most; it was worn down, graphics and patterns faded over time, yet still managed to keep its shape.

He soon realized it was the one his family gave you during a Christmas of your childhood.

The campfire that Taehyung’s father, Jitae, made blazed brightly outside in the back of their house. You, your grandparents, and his family surrounded the fire, taking in the warmth while being covered in jackets and snuggled in thick blankets provided by his mother.

While his siblings, with the help of his grandmother and father, were making s’mores and roasted marshmallows, you and Taehyung shared a blanket and sat in a large woven chair as he wrapped his skinny limbs around you for extra warmth and comfort. It was a relaxing Christmas Eve, and both families wanted to celebrate together because the more, the merrier. The bond was always strong between each other so it was only fair to do so with one another.

“Would you kids like to open one present before Christmas?” Taehyung’s mom, Miseon, asked with a smile. She already had two gifts while your grandmother had the other two.

The obvious answer was saying yes with immense joy in our tones. So when the two women distributed the presents, greedy hands from the Kim siblings snatched them right away. You, on the other hand, looked at his mom curiously when she gave you one.

“___, this is from us to you,” Miseon informed. “Gifts are never enough to show how much we truly love and care for you, dear. You’ve always been a great blessing to us.”

“HEY!” Sungyeon, the youngest of three, pouted. “That’s not fair!”

“Sungie, don’t be selfish.” Their mom scolded gently but her face showed all the strictness, which ultimately shut him up, and continued opening his toy. Then looked back at you with a more calmer and happier expression. “We hope you like it.”

Smiling, you proceeded to unbox your present. Unlike the others, the way you opened gifts was done in a very neat way. Peeling off the tapes on the sides, carefully slicing the wrapping paper, and sliding it off with precision.

Meanwhile, Taehyung shredded the paper.

You opened the lid which ultimately made you confused. You took it out and observed the outside of it. It was another box, yes, but it was light blue with gold accents around the surface, edges were also gold but felt like metal. The edges were sharp and crisped. Some of the gold engraved your initials on the top of the lid. It even smelled nice too.

You found the opening latch, which also had the option to put an additional lock on it. When you unlocked it, the top popped open surprising you in the process. Nevertheless, you were in awe. There were what appeared to be velvet containers and organizers within the box with a fairly decent mirror. But the thing that made you fall in love was the small ballerina pirouetting slowly as a toy box jingle of Swan Lake played.

“It’s a jewelry box,” Miseon explained to your confused ten-year-old self. “You can put your necklaces, rings, and bracelets in here for safekeeping. I know there’s that necklace your parents gave you and the bracelets you’ve been making.” You nodded as you unconsciously grabbed onto the flower pendant you still used and never took off. “You can put them in here, or any sentimental items you have.”

“Thank you, auntie! I love it.” You cheesed at the box. Anything they gave you, you always took it with pride and honor. Your grandparents watched with smiles as you touched and caressed your jewelry box. Taehyung even stopped to look at you and admire your gift, his present in his lap was long forgotten.

“You know ___, remember you can also call me mom.” Miseon reminded you. A while back, his parents asked permission from your grandparents if it was okay. Because you lost your parents at such a young age and the way you seamlessly meshed into their family, they both wanted to be there to support and love you as their own. Your grandparents were fine with it, knowing the trust that has been built through the years but it was only the matter if you’d accepted them.

“And call me dad.” Jitae chimed in as he sat on the edge next to you. You pursed your lips before nodding quietly, still not giving them a clear answer to their offer.

“Why do you want ___ to call you that?” Sungyeon asked with a hit of jealousy. “You’re our mom and dad, not hers!”

Then Eunjeong slapped the back of her younger brother’s head, making him wince in pain. “You dummy, don’t be mean! ___ doesn’t have parents, that’s why!” She meant well, but all the adults and Taehyung gasped, knowing how sensitive you were about the mentioning of your parents.

Taehyung slithered his arms around you before pulling you back into his body before you could even react, “Both of you, be quiet! I told you not to talk about that! Blue is sensitive, you know!”

“Now children, calm down.” Your grandmother stepped in, wanting to ease the tension between the angered eldest and the now frightened younger two. “Be careful with your words because they can hurt others. ___ does have parents, they’re just not here anymore. She knows that. And second—”

“It’s okay, grandma.” You interrupted your grandmother, making everyone crane their heads at you. You finally spoke after being silent, feeling it was right to do so. “Yeah, I know my parents are gone…I still miss them.”

“Blue, it’s okay. Cry it out.” Taehyung cooed, tightening his grip on you but his coddling made you laugh and shake your head before parting away from him.

“Hyungie, I’m not sad about it as much.” You reassured. “Besides, I have a family here!” You opened your arms, showcasing to those around you. “I have my grandparents…siblings…a best friend…” You turned to face his parents, showing all the love you had for them in your eyes. “Parents?” You said it so softly but it was enough for both of his parents to have tears in their eyes.

You got up from the chair to stand in front of Miseon and looked up at her. “I have a mom, but…you can also be my mom too.” You craned your head over to Jitae. “And you can also be my dad too!”

Your reveal made his parents rush to hug you with a strong yet welcoming embrace. You were squished between the two but felt the love they emitted.

Though you barely had time with your actual parents, you still held and thought of them very highly. You remembered what they did with you, how much love they had for you, and giving you what you wanted and needed. But the memories were fading as you grew older, the distance between them and you, their faces were only shown in pictures. It was harder since they weren’t physically here anymore.

You were finally willing to bring them in, willing for them to be part of your life from now on.

Sungyeon was about to protest but Eunjeong nudged him to be quiet to not ruin the beautiful moment.

Taehyung smiled at the innocent memory. You were always well loved by his family, his parents treating you as if you were their child and even taking care of you when your grandparents were busy. In some ways, his parents wanted you to be part of the Kim family.

His siblings seemed to love you more than they did with him, which never bothered Taehyung at all since he got to see that bright smile on your face.

Even after the falling, his parents or siblings would mention you from time to time, wondering if you were ever okay and doing well for yourself. They tried their best to contact you, but it seemed that you were incognito and keeping your distance. It hurt both ends, but at least they wanted the best for one another. You were also a memory for them since it’s been years since they last saw you or your grandparents.

Mindlessly, Taehyung opened the box which revealed pouches of earrings and necklaces and a row of rings. You know the typical items inside a jewelry box.

However, what caught his eye was a handmade craft he didn’t think he’d ever see again.

It was your friendship bracelet, also worn down, whithering over time, yet still intact. Despite a few chips, scratches, bumps, and a little piece of your initial charm missing, everything was there! He couldn’t believe that you still kept yours all this time. He never thought about you keeping yours, he assumed it was gone forever. But this was incredible for him.

Especially knowing that he too kept his.

It was kept in a box filled with childhood memorabilia inside his closet including the pictures of you and him through the years. Gifts, notes, letters, everything that he could bring to Seoul. During his training days, while everyone was asleep, he would read them late at night when he felt himself missing you.

Which was every day.

But after your friendship was over, Taehyung hid all those physical memories from everyone including himself. Though feeling so guilty and ashamed of his explosive younger self, he knew deep down he didn’t have the heart to throw away the box of you. Just the thought of it was a complete absurdity. He refused to erase anything of you.

Even now.

He had a sudden urge to open the box immediately once he gets home, without Clara of course. If she didn’t know shit about you, then she definitely won’t know about that box.

After washing up and getting ready for bed, the two of you were in pajamas. Taehyung sat on your bed, scrolling away on his phone. You went back to your closet, retrieving some thicker blankets. He heard ruffling before looking up to watch you retrieve one of the pillows on your mattress. You didn’t think much about giving up your bed for him, so you were getting ready to leave the bedroom before he stopped you.

“What are you doing?” He questioned, getting off of the bed to stand.

You stopped your track, giving him a confusing expression. “What?”

“Where are you going with that?” He worryingly nodded toward what you were carrying.

“Uhh, going to the living to make my bed?”

“Wha—___! Don’t do that.”

“Why not? I need to sleep somewhere.” You weren’t affected by this decision, but Taehyung begged to differ.

“Yeah, that’s why there’s your bed right here.” He said matter-of-a-factly.

“You’re the guest, Taehyung. You need to be comfortable.”

“I don’t feel comfortable with you sleeping outside of the bedroom.” He reasoned softly. “No offense, ___, but your living room looks lonely…”

You snorted, “I think you’ve mistaken lonely for poor.”

“That’s not what I meant!”

“I’m teasing, Taehyung.” You rolled your eyes as you reassured him but he continued to look stooped and pouty. You decided to leave him be to walk your way to the living room. But before you can do so, Taehyung jogged up to you and took the blankets out of your hands. “It’s fine, I got th—wait, you’re going the wrong way!”

Carrying the fabrics, he settled them down on the bed. You followed behind and tried to get them back but he lightly pushed your face away. You were taken aback as you glared at him, having the urge to kick his shin but you held back.

“Don’t sleep in the living room. Stay here, I’ll sleep out there.”

“See, that’s where you’re wrong. I’m gonna say no.” You ruthlessly shut him down.

“___!”

“No, Taehyung, you’re not sleeping out there. It’s rude for me to give you the floor, especially after your panic attack. I need you to feel cozy and secure.” You explained. “Do you still have trouble sleeping at night after an episode?”

“Y-yeah, but—”

“Exactly, so just take the bed. It’s already late, and I have class tomorrow. I don’t want to argue.”

Taehyung bit down on his lips, wanting to counter back. But he knew you were right. He always had trouble sleeping after his panic attacks. Even his doctor told him he needed to be as comfortable and relaxed as possible.

But the last time he felt that away after an episode was sleeping with Jimin, and the last other person to do that for him was you. And with you, it’s different.

“Fine, I’ll take the bed.” He ultimately gave in, which satisfied you. But then he said, “But if I need to be comfortable, then I don’t want you to stay in the living room. I’ll feel unsettled knowing you’re out there.”

You furrowed your eyebrows, “Why?”

“I just am! I feel bad too, you’re uncomfortable in your apartment.”

“I’m not, I actually sleep on the floor from time to time, intentionally and unintentionally because I pass out after studying.” You simply said, but you don’t seem to get his point.

“Don’t sleep in the living room then.” He pressed onto you.

“Then where am I going to sleep? The bathroom?”

“Here.”

“What do you mean here?” You further inquired, wary of what he meant.

“I mean here.” He pointed down, motioning to the room. “You can sleep on the bed with me too…” Your eyes bulged out of the sockets, making him realize what he said. “Come on, I didn’t mean it like that! Just sleep! Just sleep.”

“Taehyung…”

“You don’t need to sleep on the bed, it was just a suggestion. I swear! Want you to be comfortable too.” He defended himself. “If not, at least sleep here on the floor.”

“Do you think that I would be comfortable sleeping here? What if I’m not? Even after you said that.”

Taehyung’s mouth opened then closed, struggling to gather his words. He didn’t think about that, and now he felt like an asshole wanting what he said. “D-do you feel uncomfortable at what I said? I’m sorry, it wasn’t my intention. Really, I—Good night then. Sorry again.”

“Don’t be sorry, Taehyung. I get what you mean, and I’m not uncomfortable.” You promised, lightly smiling. “I don’t mind but I didn’t want to suggest it.”

“How come?”

“Are you really going to ask me that?” You rolled your eyes, thinking he wasn’t being serious. But when he stared curiously at you, he didn’t understand what you meant.

Today was too long for you. However, though you were exhausted, your mind was wide awake, recapturing all that had happened in the past twenty-four hours. That also included what went through your head while you were away from him.

You didn’t want to have this conversation yet, but maybe this will make him understand how you feel and your boundaries. That way you’d feel a little lighter and not have to worry about it from now on. “Taehyung.”

“Hmm.”

You wanted to be direct, and as clear as possible. “Were you really trying to kiss me?” More forward than that. “Actually, scratch that. Why were you going to kiss me?”

Okay, he didn’t expect that to come out of your mouth, especially now. Yet he knew exactly what you were talking about. The question now was what was he going to say? How was he going to respond?

He thought long and hard as you anticipated his answer. “Uhh, I don’t know.”

You blinked, “you don’t know?”

“I…I don’t know, ___, or at least I don’t know how to put it into words.” He shook his head at himself, gathering his feelings. “I guess I was… at the moment? Look, ___, being with you always made me feel right. It reminded me of how we were. I’d hold you, kiss your forehead, temple, cheek, anywhere really.”

“So you were wanting to be like old times?” You wondered, still puzzled.

“Kinda? Well, now you know the shit I’m in, so hanging out with you felt like going back in time when nothing was like this. I felt so alive, and safe. Like I wasn’t V, but Kim Taehyung.”

That still didn’t answer your question, especially when you wanted to say that he was going for your lips than your cheek or head. It didn’t matter as much right now because he said something else that sparked your interest. “Our past was innocent and young, we didn’t know anything! That’s why it was like that and unfortunately, Taehyung, we’re older. Our younger selves would have never known what was happening with us and between us. We can’t sink into the sand of our memories. That’s how people aren’t able to move on.”

“I know, but all I want is to feel happy again and the only times I truly felt it was when I was younger.” He sounded like he was begging, but you didn’t know to who.

“How do you suppose to do that then? You can’t go back in time and relive your prepubescent self.”

He chuckled lowly, “I can’t go back, but I can make new memories. Hopefully, they’re happier and less traumatizing.”

“I do want you to have that too. Don’t think about happy memories, focus on happy experiences in the present.”

“Maybe, especially when you’re back.” He shrugged.

“Don’t say stuff like that.” You sighed, not wanting to hear that.

“I know, but knowing how you were in my past when I was enjoying life, helps to hope for those “joyful” experiences.”

You mumbled incoherent sounds before grabbing the blankets to prepare your makeshift futon next to the bed. Slumber was slowly getting to you and you wanted to mentally cry at the time—close to three in the morning and you had to wake up at six to get ready for your 8 AM class, then work. Yup, the day was nearing. Should you skip it? No, that would be a waste on your loans.

As you mentally prepared yourself for the morning, Taehyung got into the covers and cuddled with the single pillow he had for the night. His head could sleep without it.

He watched you place the layers of blankets down on the floor. As he did so, he recapped what you both discussed earlier. Now it was his turn to ask some questions, but he forgot to do something first.

“I’m sorry, ___.”

You finished the last layer before you turned, spotting him laying on his side holding a pillow. He too had the face of defeat, but yet he continued when you kept your silence.

“I’m sorry that I tried to kiss you. It wasn’t my intention to, I don’t know what came over me. Nonetheless, it still happened and it got you angry.” He explained, cautiously and neatly. “I also want you to know how much I value you and our relationship. I never want to hurt you. Even get you angry, but that always happens.” You nodded calmly, taking it all in. “I still want your friendship. I’ll do what it takes. Please don’t give up on us like that. I’m stupid, but I’ve been like that and I’m trying.”

Taehyung waited fearfully for your response. You appeared composed and unaffected, but that was probably because you were so tired to feel any rigorous emotions right now. You just wanted to go to bed, but you knew you needed to say something.

You closed your eyes and exhaled before peeling them open, “Taehyung…if I say yes, there need to be boundaries.” You finally replied.

His face scrunched at your request. “Like what? We’ve never had something like that before.”

“Well, it’s now. Don’t think about the past right now.” You shook your head. “We’re older, so there should be respectful walls between us.”

Taehyung nodded slowly, understanding your needs. “I’ll be respectful. I’m sorry again for trying to do that.”

“As long as it never happens again, and besides you have Clara, remember?” You mentioned, putting a distasteful expression on him. “You don’t wanna ruin your relationship over someone like me. Don’t wanna follow that same route again.”

Your words piqued his interest, “Again? What do you mean again?”

Fuck, you slipped that out so casually, exposing yourself in front of him like that. “Huh, oh, nothing. I…yeah, nothing.”

“___, it doesn’t sound like nothing,” Taehyung said, maneuvering himself to get a good look at you. He rested his elbows on the mattress, cupping his cheeks. He observed your avoidance, eyes roaming everywhere else instead of him. “___, what happened?” He had to think again. “If you’re uncomfortable, you don’t need to tell me. I’m sorry if I’m overstepping.”

You sighed, shaking your head. You finally gazed at him, his stare so attentive towards you. “You’re not overstepping…it’s just…I don’t know how to explain it.”

“Try your best. Say it ugly if you have to.”

“When you tried to kiss me or something, I got triggered.” You tried to find the words, biting your lips as you thought about how to approach this. “I was…scarred in the past.”

Furrowing his eyebrows together, Taehyung questioned. “What do you mean? What happened? Were you okay?”

“It’s done and over, but it still makes me unsettled.” You explained. Taehyung waited patiently for you to continue. Though he stared in silence, his aura encouraged you to be vulnerable in front of him…like the old times when he made you feel safe and sound as you used to tell him everything.

Well, not everything.

“It was back in undergrad, but uhhh, when I was a freshman, I dated an upperclassman.” You exposed yourself. This was something you hated thinking and talking about, but it was also something that needed to be clear and said, especially to Taehyung.

You dated someone?? That surprised him. Not saying he never expected you to date, it just surprised him that you actually dated someone. He had so many questions—who was he? What did he look like? What was he like? Did he ever savor your glory? Did he ever laugh the way he did? Was he ever part of your story, one that Taehyung gave up on long ago? Did he fill in his part?

Then again, you said you were scarred, so that fueled some fire within him, getting irrationally upset about this unknown dude.

But he stopped himself and asked, “Wait, you did?”

You nodded calmly as opposed to his shocked yet steady demeanor. “He was a TA for a class. I asked for help, and it happened. He was sweet, nice to me, and brought me flowers a couple of times. Guess you can say he was my first boyfriend, well, a lot of my firsts…”

Taehyung frowned, his mouth curling down deeply. There were visions in his head he wanted to push away. “So what happened?”

“What he didn’t tell me was that he had a girlfriend.”

“Wait, so he cheated on you?!”

“No, he cheated on her with me.” You said flatly, but your heart squeezed from the visceral memory. You breathed in and out carefully, hoping you weren’t going to cry over something stupid years ago. You shouldn’t cry over that man. “I was the other woman, yet I did not know of it for like almost an entire year. No one even told me, so who knows if others knew this whole time.” Your fists clenched as you pulled your legs to your chest. “Eventually, she and I found out but she put all the blame on me and spread a rumor around campus that I was a home wrecker. They broke up, but I guess my reputation got destroyed. Or even worsen? I didn’t have any true friends even before that. Civil roommates, but that was it. Everyone knew me as the home wrecker so…”

You were also tired of crying about that horrific past, yet it still haunted you. When it happened, it felt like everything was your fault. What was worse was that you had no support system anymore. Everything you did, through college and other hardships, you felt incredibly alone and lonely. Those years truly felt the lowest for you.

The tears escaped without your permission, but you didn’t bother wiping them away because if you did, you’d acknowledge you were crying. But Taehyung wasn’t going to lay there and do nothing, so he scooted off the bed and sat next to your makeshift futon. He pulled you into him as you sniffled and the streams continued down your cheeks, also staining his shirt. He rubbed your back and wiped the tears for you.

“Taehyung, I promise this isn’t meant to guilt you but I wished you were still there for me.” Your lips quivered, breaking both of your hearts at your sad confession. “Everyone hated me. It was so hard without my best friend.”

Yet Taehyung felt the guilt eating him alive. He left you alone, with no one by your side to protect you. He wished he could cry because seeing you in this state would leave him sobbing like a baby, but it seemed the tears and overwhelming events restrained him from doing so. He hated seeing his Blue sad.

“I’m so sorry again. I still feel like shit about what happened.” He said, holding you tighter in his arms.

“It’s whatever already.” You sniffed, letting it go as it was the least of your concerns at this point. You quietly apologized for ruining his sleepwear, but he didn’t care. “It did hurt, but I’m sure you had your reasons.”

He did have his reasons, but it wasn’t the time to say so he nodded. “That’s horrible though, what you experienced. I’m sorry you had to go through with that.”

“I was a stupid teenager who didn’t know any better,” You reasoned. “I think I was too focused on the fact that someone actually liked and wanted to be with me. It was like a miracle.” You lightly joked at the end, but Taehyung took it seriously.

“Why’d you say that?”

“Taehyung, I wasn’t necessarily a catch, even back in Geochang.” You told him. “I mean my first kiss was even made into a joke. In general, I never had someone who truly loved me in that sense.” He stayed silent as he looked at your reddened face. You didn’t bother to notice his expression directed at you, as you went on. “When I was with him, it felt exciting at first. Only now I realized how much I kept saying yes to him because I thought he loved me and I didn’t want to make him upset.”

“Why?”

Your teary eyes met his hardened ones before you simply answered, “If I made him upset, then he’d leave me.”

The air grew slightly thick from your response. It was unintentional, yet intentional. You’ve said so much, yet so little. Taehyung realized now that there was much more you haven’t spoken about the in-between gap. While he spoke up, you chose to stay silent. Yet everything that has happened without him, like this experience, made a clear effect on you, and somehow also bit him in the ass.

He wanted to stir the conversation slightly, otherwise, the night will become light in no time. “You were still in Geochang, right?” You nodded tiredly. “Who was this fucking son of a bitch? Do you remember his name?”

“Kim Minjae.”

“Wait, I know that fucker. We were on the same soccer team. I’m gonna find him and bea—”

His response made you chuckle softly, patting his head in delight. Your smile eased his temper, despite biting his tongue. “Taehyung, it’s okay. You don’t need to do that because he got a teacher pregnant and is now working as a fisherman to pay his child support. I think he knows what he’s done.” The universe was on your side this time. You also remembered being flabbergasted but lowkey satisfied when that drama spread from the college to the entire town of Geochang. It was not pretty at all, but it got your name out of everyone’s mouth.

“Still, you were all alone and you went through that unnecessary shit.”

“Yes, but I overcame it. Well, not really. You just saw me cry over something that happened when I was 18. But my skin and heart are tougher, harder to break through.”

“Nah, I could poke you and know that you’re the biggest softie I know.” He cooed, causing you to roll your eyes but grin lightly.

“Anyways, I’m saying this because though we were friends again, we shouldn’t be so affectionate with each other.” You revealed. Though his touch comforted you, you pulled and moved away from him, giving some space in between.

But Taehyung appeared insulted and hurt. “Why? That’s how we always were.”

“Yes, but I’m sure no one else would understand.” You countered, scratching your neck. “Your members, friends, Clara, might get the wrong idea, and…I don’t wanna end up in that position again. Even though nothing’s happening between us and I’m sure your actions mean well, but for my sake. I-I’m scared.”

Was it asking for a lot? Maybe. But you needed to get it out of you. This may be a sudden realization as to why you weren’t as sure about bringing Taehyung back into your life. You’ve seen those articles and comments media and some fans put out for the world to see. People misinterpreted things all the time, or worse, warped them as bait to cause drama.

Though Taehyung understood what you meant, that didn’t mean he liked hearing it. He always took pride in your bond with him, something that no one ever quite understood and instead led to various assumptions. Yet most of the time didn’t bother to care and went along with your day.

Boundaries were never discussed, but that was only because they never existed between the two of you! Although if the memories weren’t mistaken, oftentimes, there were restrictions.

But this was slightly new territory for you and Taehyung. A rather comfortably uncomfortable situation. Nevertheless, it needed to happen to make this work for your strained relationship.

Taehyung sighed before nodding in agreement, “Okay, for you. But can I at least hug you?”

“Sure.” You shrugged. “Friends hug.”

“How about sleeping on the bed?”

“Taehyung, that’s pushing it.” You said sternly, suppressing the light grin on your face. Taehyung always did reason with you.

“Hey, I slept on the bed with my members and friends!” He argued back. “We even cuddled with each other.”

“Taehyung, I’m serious.” You groaned, raising your voice.

Taehyung laughed a hefty one out loud, almost sounding forced which frightened your irritable and tired state. You stared with eyes wide bewildering. “I’m sorry, but I’m getting tired of you calling me Taehyung.” He brought this up once again.

You raised an eyebrow and said, “It’s your name!” Seriously, why was he taking this so seriously? It was getting quite bothersome.

“But you call me Hyungie.” Taehyung sounded as if he was correcting you condescendingly. You were about to throw tired hands, but he continued. “And you’re my Blue. Look I know I keep bringing this up and you’re probably annoyed, but it shows the importance to me. You’re important to me! More than you know, and not doing it creates distance from us, which makes it so weird. I’ll try but I’m not used to it. I know you don’t trust me either, hell, I don’t trust me either but please have faith in me. Compromise with me!”

“Taehyung, we talked about this. I-I’m not ready for that, please understand. Little by little.” You wanted this to be over, at least for the night. It was late and you needed to get up early. “I’m trying, okay? I want to trust you, but again, there needs to be boundaries. I’m not doing this as a punishment.”

“But—”

“If it must happen, fucking just call me Blue. But I won’t call it back. No, absolutely not. I can’t.” You stood your stance, shaking your head. It was too much for you. “That’s my compromise and that’s final.”

The draining stare you offered him with no budge had him fear you slightly. You were always a scary one especially when you get upset with him. It was rare, well before, but it triggered him to stop his whining and give in to what you voiced out. It had to do for now…

“Okay, that’s fine…” He sighed as he dramatically turned his head to the side to stare at your dresser, pouting like a child. He wasn’t completely satisfied, but this was what he could get. Yet the faint grin plastered on lets him side-eye you in glee. “…Blue.”

You rolled your eyes once more before pushing him off your futon. He laughed as he crawled back into bed. “Okay, that’s settled so let’s go to sleep. I’m tired, I have to wake up early.”

“Are you sure about sleeping on the floor? The other side of the bed sure feels—”

“Taehyung, for the last time and I’m not fucking repeating myself, I’ll be fine sleeping down here. Take all the bed space or don’t, I don’t give a rat’s ass right now.” You snapped back, throwing whatever he had to “convince” you out the window. “Good night, okay? If you still have trouble sleeping, you can have my pillow too.” You grabbed your cushion and handed it to him.

“No, thank you. I need you to be comfy too.” Taehyung quickly denied it before getting into his sheets and hugging his pillow. “This is more than enough. Thank you for everything again. Thank you for opening up to me too.”

“You’re welcome.” You yawned widely as you scratched your head. “No problem with that…It was nice letting it out. Haven’t talked about that in a while. Hope tonight wasn’t that intense for you.”

“I’ve had worse nights.” He said lightly. “But man, Blue, no offense you probably have bad taste men.” He joked; the playful gleam sparked through his reddened eyes as he finally laid his back on the mattress.

“Don’t even talk about that.” You groaned, knowing he was probably right. You too laid down and were about to go to bed. “Don’t make fun of me right now, I’m sensitive.”

“Okay, I won’t. I promise.” He grinned, yet you stuck your tongue out to him. “Again, I’m sorry you had a bad first love.”

Now it was your turn to laugh forcibly to which Taehyung grew confused. “Luckily for me, he wasn’t my first love, that’s for sure. I wouldn’t be caught dead with that assumption.” You scoffed as you closed your eyes. Sleep came sooner than imagined that you didn’t realize what you said, too drowsy to notice.

Suddenly Taehyung was energized again, curious about your statement. “Really? But you said you had so many firsts with him.”

“Dates, relationship, sex, heartbreak,” You mumbled languidly, listing while pondering the thought. “First love wasn’t on the list.”

“Then you had a first love?” He questioned.

You only let a groggy noise, but it confirmed his inquiry.

“T-then who was your first love?” For an odd reason, Taehyung felt nervous asking this. Despite being best friends, the two of you never discussed each other’s love lives. Well, there wasn’t any on both sides, to begin with. He knew about your first kiss before and first boyfriend just now, but never knew anything about this. Maybe it was someone within the ten years apart? But you would have mentioned it, right?

Judging by the timeline of this boyfriend, it was when you first entered college so you were still young and most likely eighteen. That could mean your first love was way before then. If he analyzed his thoughts deeply and if the timeline was correct, you might have loved someone when he was still around.

Then the question now was who?

But no answer came from the other end.

When he turned his head, he found you knocked out spreading arms with long strands all over your face. He figured how tired you were, having done physical, emotional, and mental labor through the whole day so he lets it be.

His hand reached out to push back your hair away from your face, revealing your soft and relaxed expression. Your nose scrunched at the touch, but back to its resting state. He watched your chest rise slowly, lips slightly apart with the low sounds of your snoring escaping your mouth. Yeah, you were definitely gone.

He grinned to himself before saying, “Good night, Blue.” His back ultimately pressed down to the fabric as closed his eyes. Once shut, he realized how badly he too needed to rest.

Despite that, the question remained in his head and led to his dreams.

Though rushing this morning, you carefully placed the delicious breakfast plate on the kitchen counter. You woke up a little earlier than usual so you could rush down to the nearest convenience store to get some breakfast for yourself and the sleeping Taehyung.

Well, more so for him. A protein shake and breakfast bar usually sufficed for you. After an intensive night, you assumed he needed some sort of joy in the morning, and what better way than to cook him chocolate chip waffles and cut strawberries on the side?

You never cooked this much even for yourself, but you weren’t complaining. You thought of this as a warming gesture and an apology for leaving him alone in your apartment. Which by the way, you were about to miss your bus ride if you didn’t leave within the next ten minutes.

You placed a metal food net over the dish, then wrote a little note for him and placed it under the cover. You went back to your bedroom to retrieve your backpack and textbook but also noticed Taehyung sprawled out like a starfish on your bed. He held a pillow to his side while the other one was under his head and was placed by you when you woke up. You also added another layered blanket for him. You spotted his signature pout resting on him with his curled strands falling on his forehead.

The sight of his slumber had you smile pleasantly, relieved that he slept soundly and comfortably the night through. Granted, a little over four hours have passed since the two of you snoozed away but you still considered it a win.

He’ll manage around your living spaces without you and would most likely leave an hour or two after. You didn’t have much to entertain him here. You also won’t come back until late in the nighttime after your shift anyway, so who knows when will be the next time you’ll see each other?

But you hoped that it wouldn’t be as long as before.

Taehyung woke up in an empty apartment. Your makeshift futon had been folded and tucked in the corner near the closet. This morning was rather cold. He noticed one of the blankets you used on top of him and your pillow under his head. You did all of that without even waking him; though he was too deep in sleep to even hear you.

Once he brushed his teeth and splashed his face with some cold water, he walked towards the kitchen. Sunlight peaked through your window and reflected over the whiteness of your walls and somewhat empty apartment.

As he scoured around, he finally spotted a metal cover on the kitchen counter. He went over to pull it up, revealing the waffles with melted whipped cream and strawberries. Immediately, his mouth watered at the sight. He didn’t know how long it had been out, but he didn’t care any less. It was close to noon and he needed something to eat.

He then saw a note next to the plate. Picking it up, he read—“Sorry for leaving you here alone! I didn’t want to wake you. I have early classes and then I’m going to work. I won’t see you today (unless you stop by at the shop). Please enjoy your breakfast and I’ll see you soon! :) P.S. Feel better too <3<3!”

A smile crept up on his face, chest warming up at your kind gesture. He appreciated that in you. You probably had a busy morning, which surprised him that you had the time to make this.

Nonetheless, he devoured his breakfast, a little cold and mushy but the taste surpassed expectations. While he savored the last of the sliced fruit, he noticed all these unread messages, missed calls, and voicemails from Clara. He grimaced deeply. All her messages were repeated lines of “Where tf are you?” “Why aren’t you picking up?” “Who are you with? Seojoon oppa??” “I called Seojoon oppa and he says you’re not with him. Tae, where are you?!?!? And who??” “You shouldn’t have gone without me knowing!” and “Tae, I swear to God if you don’t pick up, I’m calling the police.” The last one typically held no threat because he knew she threw that in a bunch of that through the years.

He didn’t even bother going through voicemails because they’ll be repetitive and hearing her whining voice was not something he wanted to hear. Everything was so peaceful and relaxed for him up until now. Ugh, he was frustrated, his mood ruined by her constant bickering and overpowering control.

Right there, he decided to ignore it all. Knowing her, she was either working or probably at their shared house waiting viciously for him to come back home. Thus the idol decided to not go home and headed over to Seojoon’s.

The younger man knew his older friend had a day off—his Wooga Squad had a shared calendar to know their schedules. What better way to spend his day than to bother Seojoon.

“Bro, where the fuck were you last night?” Seojoon questioned as he plotted on his couch with Taehyung spread comfortably on the side of him, both had strawberry and banana smoothies on hand provided by the idol. “Clara called me like five times in panic wondering where you were.”

Taehyung sipped on his drink quietly and casually before rolling his eyes. “It seems she always runs to you when she needs help trying to find me.”

Seojoon kept a glare at his friend, shaking his head. “Duh, because you fucking disappear like Houdini.” He gulped his smoothie before proceeding. “Also I guess she’s more comfortable with me than the others.” He referred to Wooshik, Hyungsik, Sunghwan, and Joohyuk.

The idol eyed his friend, hardening his bothered stare. “Right…she’s not as close with them, I guess.”

“So are you gonna tell me where you went?” The actor settled his drink on the coaster on his coffee table. “How about this? Did anyone else know where you were?”

Taehyung bit his lip, contemplating if he should tell him. His panic attacks weren’t a secret. He was open enough to tell his friends about his experience episodes but none of them ever were there to see it happening. But the idol might as well tell it, right?

“Yeah, I was with ___ last night.”

Seojoon cocked an eyebrow as a wave of questions flooded his brain. But he only asked, “What happened?” He didn’t want to say beyond what he thought.

“Well, we made up.” Taehyung leaned forward, hunched over as he looked at his smoothie. “Uhh, there was more to it.”

“How so?”

“Last night, I got, uh, hammered.” The idol began. “To the point where I got into a fight.”

“Oh my God, Taehyung! Are you okay?” Concern washed Seojoon’s face as he scanned through his friend’s features, then he saw the bruising of his knuckles. “You don’t look too bad, but still. You broke your streak, you were doing so well. How did it happen?”

“Same thing on how most of my fights happen,” Taehyung huffed.

“What led you to that then?”

“I don’t know…I was really sad and hurt, and I hated what was happening with me and ___.”

“But you said you made up.”

“Yeah, after she found me knocking three dudes down, then I threw up and had a fucking panic attack.” The younger man sighed, using his free hand to pinch the bridge of his nose. “It was the worse one yet.”

“Oh, Tae.” Seojoon’s voice softened. “Did you manage?”

“More than manage because she was able to help me get back down.” The idol also settled his drink down before meeting his friend’s eyes. “I was still scared, so I didn’t wanna go back home and asked her if I could stay the night.”

Seojoon nodded softly, going into deep thought. “Anything else?”

“I told ___ about my shitty life, literally everything.” Well, almost everything. “If I wanted her to still be in my life, I didn’t want to hide that part, or whole, of me. ”

“How’d she take it?”

“Pretty well, I guess. She opened up to me too.”

“Well, that’s good…” The actor did his best by being supportive, but he was also a worried friend. “Did you tell Clara this? She’s probably worried sick.”

“No,” He scoffed. “Pissed me off with all her calls and text.”

“Taehyung, you know she’s concerned for you. Even if she’s gonna be more in distress when you tell her about your panic attack, she’ll understand.” Seojoon reasoned.

“No, she won’t.” Taehyung disagreed. “Because all she’ll ask was where I was, and if I tell her I was with ___, she’s gonna flip shit. She can’t even handle my panic attacks, so in my head, it’s like what’s the point?”

“Why are you making this difficult?” The older man complained yet it was said in a collected way that Taehyung never deflected on yet.

“Because she’s difficult and will never understand my perspective.”

“Aren’t couples supposed to have good communication? What’s wrong?”

His relationship never had the greatest communication, he couldn’t lie about that. But for the past year, it has gotten worse despite the somewhat progress Taehyung achieved. Her presence was getting too much for him. It overwhelmed all aspects of his being. He never felt like he had a rest from it. Something always happened and either side, mainly him, got drained.

He needed to get away.

Suddenly Taehyung had an idea, disregarding Seojoon’s question. “Hyung, can I ask you a favor or two?”

“So you never bothered to answer my calls, had me anxious, then you fucking come home after disappearing for almost an entire day with no clear explanation, and now you’re telling me this?”

Taehyung’s jaw clenched, pushing down what he wanted to yell as he continued to pack his luggage. “Fine, you want an explanation—I had a panic attack and I didn’t want to be home, so I rested at Seojoon’s house.”

Clara’s anger diminished went she heard those words. She started looking at him pitifully, which Taehyung never wanted from her. “Oh, Ta—”

“Save it.” He interrupted as he finished packing his clothes. “While being away, I realized that I need space.”

“W-what do you mean?”

He breathed out annoyed as he threw back his head to calm himself. “When I have panic attacks, you don’t know how to deal with them or even help me properly. You just fucking leave while I’m over there alone.”

“W-w-well, I want to but you told me to just leave you alone!” Clara tried to defend herself.

“Because saying the words ‘calm down’ and ‘relax’ to a distressed and anxious person is not helpful. Better to be alone than to hear that crap.” Taehyung responded as he left the bedroom to grab his beauty products from the bathroom, but not without Clara following his tail. “Besides the point, I realized something or I’ve been realizing.”

“What?”

“I know I’m not the best communicator, but I’m getting sick and tired of you breathing down my neck. If I don’t even talk to you for like an hour, I get hit with two hundred calls from you. You were never one to be needy. Why now?” His voice was stable and direct like he had practiced. He grabbed his items, then went back to the room.

“That’s a bit of an exaggeration, don’t you think?” Clara scoffed as she walked behind him.

“Well, it feels like it.” He muttered as he put his products into pouches. “I can’t do anything without you watching my every move. I feel like I can’t be me right now, especially in my home.”

“So what then? Is that all that you’re going to say?”

“No, like I said I need space, which is why I need time away from you.” Once he had everything, he zipped up his luggage and pulled it to stand up. “I’m going to stay with Seojoon Hyung for a while. I need this.”

He then remembered something. He rushed to his closet and rummaged through his clothes and shoes before discovering his box filled with old memories. He quickly uncovered the lid and searched through many memorabilia including the pictures of the members and you. Finally, he found what he was looking for—his friendship bracelet.

Old, scruffed, but surprisingly, in pretty good condition where Taehyung puts in on and admired the handmade accessory for a while before he took a couple of childhood pictures of you and him for the road. He sneaked them in his pants pocket, then went back to his baggage.

Meanwhile, Clara was too busy with her feelings and thoughts to even question what Taehyung was doing. “Are you breaking up with me?” She asked in a whisper. “Please don’t. We can make this work. We—”

“No, I didn’t say that. I said I needed space. I wanna be by myself.”

“But you’re with Seojoon Oppa.”

“He has his own things to do, so I won’t even know he’s there,” Taehyung responded as they headed towards the hallway into the living room to get to the front door. “Remember a couple of sessions ago when my therapist told me to try and be alone since I get overwhelmed by the slightest of things?” She nodded. “Well, I want that right now. This is all too much for me. I’m not at my limit, but it’s getting there.”

Clara pursed her mouth. They both knew she didn’t like this one bit. She finally had Taehyung around, enjoying his presence and it was being taken away from her by the same man. But if this needed to happen to make this work, then so be it.

“If that’s what you need, then I’ll give it to you.” The socialite willingly accepted. Of course, either way, Taehyung was still going to do it. “But at least call me while you’re away.”

“Clara…” They reached the front door, now facing each other. One looked desperate while another looked depleted.

“Or at least text me! A simple good morning and a good night is fine too!” She pouted, still wanting a smidge of contact with her boyfriend.

Taehyung exhaled. Now he was taking pity on her, but in this case, she liked it. “Okay, fine. Good morning and good night. No more, no less. I’ll be okay and safe. If anything, call Seojoon if you need more updates.” He patted her head gently, staring blankly.

“I’ll miss you.”

“…Miss you too.”

“I love you, okay?” She tippy-toed to kiss him on the lips before hugging him tightly.

Taehyung reluctantly reciprocated it back, embracing his girlfriend for the last time in a while, “Okay, love you too.”

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fatalcults · 2 years

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dawning legacy - the profile

synopsis . . . after the destruction of earth, the people of the earth evolved on different planets. in the year 3492, the peace that had been maintained for over a 100 years had been disturbed leaving the elites and other planets in fear. planets who are the strongest are tested and put into challenges that will determine their survival. the weakest shall fall while others conquer. will the ones who are unknown to the world join or will the legacy be destroyed by the secrets and lies?

pairing . . . poly!bts x oc.

genre . . . into the future — fluff — angst — smut

warnings . . . eventual smut — violence — character death — foul language — cheeky bts, yes that is a warning.

Zephyra of the Planet of Celestia.

Namjoon of the Planet of Achelous.

Jin of the Planet of Styx.

Hoseok of the Planet of Ceres.

Yoongi of the Planet of Demente.

Jimin of the Planet of Rhe.

Taehyung of the Planet of Helio.

Jungkook of the Planet of Cadmus.

The Central Planet of Agrius also known as Utopia.

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whatyougetisme · 3 years

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Those Evil Ways

Chapter 1

Title: Those Evil Ways

Pairing: OT7 x Y/N (female reader)

Genre: supernatural au, medical, fluff, angst, eventual smut, war

Word count: 8.000 ~

Characters: Demons!BTS, human reader (with special abilities later in the story)

Warnings: discussion of war and tactics, pinning, mentions of a minor character death, some swearing, mentions of violence, demon references, mentions of medical therms and places as morgue, hospice, diabetes, etc., mild angst?, a bit of non-con(just a hint nothing major) -- if I have missed something please send a pigeon 😅❤️

Author's notes: Hello to everyone who reads that! Thank you for being here! ❤️ It's my first time posting something for others to read even though I'm writing for a few years now. I would like to hear your opinion on what's here 😊