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writersrealmbts · 4 years

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Joining His Pack: Bonding (Final)

Description: Sanctuary Series: Life goes on for you and Namjoon, no matter the circumstances.

Posted: 05/22/2020

Tags: Hybrid Namjoon, Wolf Hybrid Namjoon, Wolf Hybrid Reader

Angst/Fluff: 3,656 words

A/N: First day of Fic Dump! Anybody surviving the music video? Because I’m hanging in there but I have about a thousand ideas for Yoongi stories now. Haven’t listened to the full thing yet, but I will after I post this.

Darkness and the damp smell of rain is what woke you up.

You groaned and rolled onto your feet, shivering at the cold of the floor and shuffling toward where the damp smell was coming from while still trying to open your eyes and getting your wobbly legs to comply.

You grumbled when a cool breeze met your skin, making you shiver again as chills went up your spine.

Then a blanket was draped around your shoulders. “The door broke,” Namjoon whispered, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind.

You sighed and leaned back onto him. “Guess that moved up on our list of things to fix and replace.”

He nodded. “Just a little. Sort of a pretty morning, though.”

You finally managed to peel your eyes open, looking out over the back yard as the rain poured down across your yard—the flowers from your garden bending but staying upright. Predawn light giving the world a hazy look that was actually quite soothing.

“Our gardens will be happy, we were supposed to water them yesterday,” He commented further, head resting on yours.

You yawned, turning and hugging onto him instead. “Why’s it so cold?”

“Because you’re naked, babe,” He chuckled.

You huffed indignantly. “And why am I naked?”

“Because we mated,” He whispered in your ear, fingers grazing over the ultra-sensitive spot where he had marked you.

You shuddered, keening at his touch and pressing closer.

He chucked again. “Come on, back to bed with you. I’ll be there as soon as I prop the door back in the frame. I’m surprised you can walk.”

“Barely, my legs are still wobbly. What happened to the nest?”

“I cannibalized it to make sure you stayed warm.” He guided you back to bed, holding you upright until you could collapse onto it, then covering you up carefully to make sure you wouldn’t get cold.

“Where are you going?” You asked indignantly.

He smiled. “Door? Me, propping it in the frame to keep the house warmer?”

“Oh,” You mumbled, grabbing and pulling the blankets. “Hurry.”

He laughed softly, his “you’re too adorable and I’m dying” laugh which you loved so immensely. He was too adorable for words. He could be all suave and cool but all you had to do was flirt a little and suddenly he turned into your tall, clumsy, adorkable sweetheart who was so cutely shy that sometimes you felt the need to just shower him in affection until he was all dimples and laughter.

Maybe you should have put the door back in place.

You pushed yourself up. “Namjoon, be careful!”

Your warning came a little late, a crashing noise sounding through the house as the words “be careful” left your mouth.

You winced. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I just dropped the door. I’ll be there in a second,” He answered, only a slight edge of panic in his tone.

You leaned out of the bed and pulled the basket of extra blankets closer to you. “Is the door okay?”

He didn’t answer for a moment. “Sort of?”

You slipped out of bed again, stumbling out to look. “Oh my.”

He cringed. “What should I do?”

You examined the situation. “Call Jin or Micheal.”

He nodded, following you back into the bedroom and ushering you into bed, making sure you were tucked in while he went to call one of the men for help with the situation.

You were in a sort of doze when he crawled into bed again, arms wrapping around you and hands chilled.

“You asleep?” He asked in a whisper.

“Mmm, not quite.”

“I love you.”

“I love you more.”

“We’re going to last the ages, aren’t we?”

“We are,” You replied happily, wiggling closer. “We’ve made it this far, haven’t we?”

“Still need to work on the house,” He said softly.

“True, but as long as we’re both in one piece everything else is just details,” You told him, shrugging slightly and tilting your head so he could rub his nose along your neck.

“Might have bitten too hard, babe,” He whispered, sounding concerned as he nudged your mark, causing you to hiss slightly.

You hummed, the hum turning to a moan as he flicked his tongue over the mark. “The door?”

“Yoongi is coming over, he picked up Micheal’s phone. Apparently Timothy was running a really high fever again.”

“Poor pup,” You whispered. “Human hospitals suck. They should go to the Sanctuary.”

“I think they are.”

“Wait, does that mean we should be getting dressed?”

“We’ve still got time. He was feeding Eunyeong breakfast and he said he needed to get her dressed after that. So, at least half an hour.”

You nodded. “Tae coming too?”

“If he’s already awake, probably. If not, then no.”

You sighed. “Better let me up, honey.”

He grumbled slightly, but placed another kiss on your shoulder before letting you go. “You start your new job next week, right?”

“Yes,” You answered, letting the blankets slip from your body and walking to the closet to pick your outfit. You didn’t have to go anywhere (you weren’t allowed to go anywhere) but you didn’t want to look like a bum when other members of the pack arrived. Not to mention it was great to tease Namjoon in the mornings.

“You’re still wobbling,” Namjoon said after a moment.

“You’re still staring,” You retorted playfully, tail swishing in happiness as you pulled out your desired clothes. You really did need to get dressed, you were starting to get goosebumps.

“You want your black bra?”

“Please.”

“Preference on—”

“Whichever you grab first,” You answered, catching the bra he tossed you. “Can you go get the muffin mixes from the top cabinet?

“Yeah, when did you want to reorganize the kitchen?”

“Possibly today.” You threw the sweater on and then sat down to put on socks. “Depends on what happens after your brothers get here.”

“Well, Tae usually enjoys spending time here, and we haven’t seen them much since they came down, so Yoongi will probably end up asleep on our couch and you’ll get to cuddle the kitten.”

You grinned, following into the kitchen and pulling out the mixing bowl to make the muffins. “Sounds like a perfect lazy day.”

He pressed a kiss to your cheek, then hopped onto an empty counter while you mixed the muffin mix and poured it into the muffin tin liners. “Yeah, that mark looks pretty bad. Sorry, baby.”

You shrugged. “Only hurts when you press on it, and even then it’s one of those pains that feels somewhat pleasurable.”

“Weird omega,” He whispered teasingly.

“Bashful alpha,” You retorted, closing the oven door and going over to him, leaning against his legs.

He leaned down and kissed you, slowly, a little lethargic.

Both of you jumped as the make-shift blockade for the doorway fell in.

You sighed. “Wouldn’t be so bad if the wind wasn’t coming from that direction, and if it didn’t have rain with it.”

He nodded. “They should be here soon and��”

The doorbell rang before he could finish.

You moved so he could go answer the door, not trusting your legs to get you that far and instead taking his spot on the counter.

Taehyung came in, obviously following his nose, the toddling following while holding onto his tail and looking fairly grumpy herself.

You grinned. “Morning!”

Taehyung grunted, and leaned against the counter next to you.

The kitten grabbed onto your feet.

You reached down and picked her up, setting her on your lap to cuddle her. “That’s quite the grumpy face, little one.”

“She didn’t get back to sleep after Micheal and Becca took Timothy to the doctors, and we gave her some medicine to help boost her immune system in case its contagious,” Yoongi explained, looking his usual level of tired, but staring at the door. “Namjoon…how?”

Namjoon rubbed the back of his neck bashfully. “Um…I”m not sure?”

You smiled as they went to inspect, resting your hand on Tae’s head. “I’ve got some banana nut muffins in the oven.”

“I love you. Namjoon, I love her!”

“She’s mine, Tae, you can only love her platonically.”

“Then I love her platonically.”

You giggled at the exchange. “They’ll be ready in a couple minutes.”

He finally moved, sitting on the counter across from you, then his eyes widened. “What did Joonie-hyung do to your neck?”

You shrugged a little. “It’s not as bad as it looks.”

He looked at you like you’d grown a third head.

You blinked. “It’s a mating mark, Taehyung.”

He turned bright red and looked away. “I forgot canines did that.”

“Yup.” You stroked the soft kitten ears. “Eunyeong’s fur is still baby-soft. I’m so jealous.”

“Right?!” He perked up again. “Yoongi-hyung got her some special fur shampoo that’s amazing! Costs way too much for me, but you know how he is with her.”

“He spoils in her ways that won’t spoil her personality, it is beyond adorable.” You pressed a cute kiss to her forehead.

Euny blinked up at you sleepily, huffing grumpily.

The timer went off and Taehyung pulled the muffins out for you, taking one and starting to dig into it.

Euny made a sound and opened her mouth like a little chick.

Taehyung shook his head. “Words, honey.”

“Pleeeeease?” She said, sweetly.

He grinned and got a bowl and put a muffin in it. “Little bites, baby.”

“Okay,” She said, still grumpy but holding the bowl and picking off bites from the muffin. She curled against you as she ate, tail flicking.

“So, you guys going to have kids?”

“Eventually, but I think we want to get a bit more done on this place, and spend a little bit of quiet time together before then. I mean, things are just settling down from the trials, and I’m off house-arrest at the end of the week, and I start my new job after that.” You shrugged. “We both agreed that we wanted to wait a while before having pups. Besides, shouldn’t you be pestering Jimin about kits?”

“Eh, he’s been so stressed between last years incident and moving and the wedding that I figure it’s a miracle he’s in one piece. Maybe next year.”

“You going to join Hoseok in the master-nanny business?”

“I wish. First we’d have to move back home. Besides, Hoseokie-hyung is probably going to be a teacher at the Sanctuary school at some point.” Taehyung’s tail playfully flicked open cabinets to inspect.

“Yoongi set a time frame for your visit?”

He shook his head.

“Want to help me reorganize the kitchen?”

He grinned and nodded.

Namjoon eventually got shooed away from helping when Yoongi almost had a replacement door dropped on his head, and he helped you and Tae—meaning the boys did the work while you supervised and held Euny who was giggling a little when her Uncles made faces at you, and subsequently at her.

When Yoongi was done, he joined you sitting on the counter and eating a muffin and watching the boys do your work for you.

But all of you got quiet when Yoongi got a call from Micheal.

Yoongi was pretty quiet, just replying to him. “Okay. Yeah, I’ll bring Euny in.” He rubbed his forehead looking worried. “Yeah. Okay, thanks.”

You watched him for a moment while he hung up.

“Well?” Tae asked when Yoongi had been quiet for too long. Frozen.

“Timmy has pneumonia,” Yoongi finally said. “They want to test Euny just to be safe.”

Taehyung drooped. “That’s terrible.”

Yoongi nodded. “Yeah. Alright. I can either leave you here or drop you off back home.”

Taehyung looked at Namjoon.

He shrugged. “Pretty sure we were planning on you staying here all day anyway. Whatever you want, Taehyung.”

“I’ll stay here, hyung. It’d be boring being at home with no one around.”

You kissed the kitten’s head, wondering if she did feel a little warm, before handing her over to Yoongi.

“I’m sure she’ll be fine, hyungie. If she does have it, then we know before it’s really set in and we can treat it accordingly.” Taehyung hugged Yoongi, then kissed Euny on the cheek. “I’d go with you—”

“No!” Yoongi and Namjoon shouted simultaneous.

“No, that’s okay, you stay far away from the doctors office,” Yoongi continued.

You giggled, hopping off the counter and falling into Namjoons arms when your legs didn’t work. “Good luck at the office.”

Yoongi glanced you over. “Namjoon, try not to put her back in the hospital.” He went toward the door.

You managed to get your footing again, but stayed in Namjoon’s arms.

Taehyung stretched after hearing the front door close. “So, what else needs to be done?”

“The things we don’t use a lot need to be put in the highest cabinets. But I have to unpack those still, so we’re pretty much done today. Movie time?”

“Movie time!” Taehyung agreed excitedly.

“I’ll make the popcorn.” You wobbled over to the counter and pulled out the popcorn.

“Really, though, Namjoon-hyung, maybe go easy on her next time.”

You laughed as Namjoon gave a flustered response, throwing the popcorn into the microwave. “For the record, I encouraged him to. Nothing like a good romp. And the ones that leave you wobbly the next day are the best.” You kissed Namjoon on the lips, wrapping your arms around his neck and watching him turn red.

“N-noona….” Taehyung objected, completely flustered. “I’m still here.”

“Hmm, true. Alright, I can stand Joonie. You guys go pick a movie.” You smoothed Namjoon’s shirt and turned your attention back to snacks because snacks were very important.

Snacks were very important.

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“Thank you! Have a great day,” You told the customer, handing over their bag of sweets before going to replenish the cinnamon-sugar banana chips. They were popular with several hybrid species and with the remembrance day of the restriction of hybrids coming up, the shop had been fairly busy. It had become a custom to have a sort of communal meal, everyone bringing something to the table as a bunch of hybrids got together. Last year you’d spent it with a group of singles at a party hosted by some of the security staff.

Anyway, “Otter Perfection Sweets” had a steady stream of customers that were there to prepare for guests or being a guest. And since there was a wide selection of specialty sweets that were aimed toward hybrids, a large portion of your customers were either hybrids, or those buying for hybrids. But it was definitely different from your other job.

One, your boss was way better. She was sensible, yet fun, and very flexible about your schedule. She was very family oriented and so friendly that before you knew it she had memorized all of the names of your pack members and how they were related to your mate, and would frequently follow up on things that she heard about.

Not that you didn’t also know way more about her family than you expected to.

You’d been working there for a few weeks now, and already had dinner with her family—all of which, from her grandparents, siblings, and parents, lived in one house. Except her. She lived above the shop because,

“My sister is moving back in with them with her man and her eight pups. I love them to bits, but I also love having a full night’s rest. Besides, they’re going to come here all the time anyway.”

And you didn’t blame her one bit for moving out. Because her family did drop in all the time and depending on who it was it could get very lively in the small shop.

You helped a couple more customers, happy to see product being sold. You liked her. You liked her products. You liked this job.

“Y/n, can you refill the ice-cream freezer?”

“Yup,” You called back, hurrying to the back to get the tray of cartons out of the freezer and then bring it out.

You were so focused on straightening the shelf after filling it that you didn’t hear the person sneaking in until they spoke from directly behind you.

“You know, I’ve been in here a couple times, but you’re the most delicious looking thing I think I’ve seen so far.”

You flinched in surprise, turning to smack him down.

Namjoon grinned at you. “You were about to tell me off, weren’t you?”

Deja vu.

“Hi,” You whispered, grinning.

He leaned in and pressed a chaste kiss to your lips. “Hi. Why are you whispering?”

“Because I wanted two more seconds with you and if I said it louder she’d come out to say hello.” You giggled and wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Oh, she already saw me. Headed into the back so I could surprise you,” He replied at a normal volume. “Ready to go, baby?”

“Just need to do a few more things and clock out. While you’re waiting you should pick out those treats. Some for Jungkook since he’s spending his first summer away from home, some for Yoongi, Tae, and Eunyeong, and then the watermelon chips for the triplets birthday next week.”

“Aren’t they all coming for the triplets’ birthday?” Namjoon asked, frowning in thought.

“Yoongi has to work, Tae said he might come but he also found out that the art gala he’s supposed to go to is the night after and you know the trip takes several hours. And Jungkook got that job, so he doesn’t know if he’s going to be there or not. Either way, if we send the package tomorrow he should get it by the next day and the sentiment is still the same no matter when he gets it. Spit spot.” You waved him off and went to check out a customer.

Your boss came out to refill the truffle tray. “I give you December of next year before the two of you have pups, and that’s being pessimistic.”

You just laughed and closed out your drawer, taking it back to the office and locking it while bringing out her drawer. “I give you to August of next year before you have a serious relationship. And that’s being pessimistic.”

She rolled her eyes. “Sure, you just go find me someone who likes kids and knows how to balance work and fun and I’ll help you win that bet.”

“Don’t tempt me,” You replied in a sing-song voice and then skipped toward Namjoon. “No, baby, not the watermelon leather. The watermelon chips.”

“What’s the difference?” He looked confused as you changed out the bags.

“Texture.” You checked what else he had gotten, then led him up to the counter. “Anyway, how was work?”

“Eh, it was work. I’m not a fan of our current project, but what can you do? But I’m definitely ready to be home,” He answered, kissing your cheek. He slipped his arm around your waist, just handing you his wallet so you could take care of paying instead. He was breathing in your scent, trying to detox from a stressful day.

You smiled up at him, then took the bag of sweets, said goodnight to your boss and led the way out of the shop. “Last time we left my work together was the second time we’d met.”

He blinked a couple times and then smiled a dimple smile. “Wow. That was so long ago…and yet also a really short time ago.”

“We haven’t even been together a year,” You said, wrapping your arms around his waist as you walked.

“And what a year it’s been,” He said, huffing a laugh as he did. “But I knew when I smelled you that day…when you flirted so shamelessly with me, that you were the one for me. There was no one else.”

“I was shameless, wasn’t I!” You puffed up proudly. “I should get back to being shameless.”

“Only with me, baby,” He whispered smoothly. “Speaking of shameless….”

“When we get home you don’t want to wear clothes for the rest of the night?”

“Um…not what I was going to say…but I can roll with that as long as we’re in our room. Being active.”

“Deal, but I have to finish the care packages first. Then we can have fun.”

“Right. Care packages.” He got the car door for you. “Do I get one for work? And not being with you?”

“Hmm, you get to come home to your care package every day,” You reasoned, kissing him above the door and then climbing into the seat.

“What if that’s not enough to sustain me,” He asked, still holding the door open.

You hummed, pretending to think. “Then I suppose I better start working harder.”

He grinned and closed the door.

You watched him as he waited for a few cars to pass by so he could get to his side of the vehicle without getting hurt. He was wearing a suit, and loosening the tie in such an attractive manner that you wished the drive home was shorter.

Namjoon got in, adjusting his seat again and the mirrors.

So suave. So enchanting and romantic. The perfect, attractive man that you��d see as the male lead in a movie.

“How did I get such a perfect partner?” You asked softly.

He glanced at you, suddenly shy and bashful. “How did I get a lovely little wolf to join my pack as my mate?”

You thought about it. “Well, if I remember correctly, you were chasing after a pup. Something I hope to see again someday.”

He nodded, taking your hand. “Eventually, you will.”

“When we’re ready.”

“Exactly. Whenever we’re ready,” He agreed, looking at you for a moment before turning his gaze back to the road.

You settled into the seat, gazing at the road ahead, excitement bursting in your heart.

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smoljamswrites · 4 years

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all is fair in love & war | bts x reader | chapter one

pairing: bts x female reader

genre: (eventual) smut, fluff, angst, series fic, mafia!au

warnings for this chapter: kidnapping mention, mention of murderers, mention of being beaten, character being wreckless? and doing stupid shit? alcohol, character feels like she’s being watched, swearing, um idk if anything else could be a trigger?

a/n: I’ll try and update this regularly + thank you guys so much for your support so far!! Also, future chapters will be longer than this one!!

the playlist is here, if anybody wants the link!x

All these years living with Sin Syndicate you have been kept under lock and key. Which is understandable really, you’ve probably been labelled as a missing person for years now. Life is pretty boring for you though, you’d think living with a huge mafia gang you’d be up close and personal with all the dramas and crimes. But that isn’t the case; you just stay in this huge house all day, which sounds lovely, until you remember you share it with murderers. The only time that you have left this house was that one time you were 13 and you had snuck out. To your misfortune, you got caught within an hour, and got brought back home to be beaten. But what Sin Syndicate never found out is that you took some of their money and you brought yourself a phone that day. Not one that could be traced though – just in case they ever did find it – you bought an old Nokia phone, and now you spend most of your days playing snake. You never tried to actually run away from them though because you know that if they ever did find you again, which is very likely, then they would definitely kill you this time.

At the moment, Sin Syndicate has every reason to believe that Bangtan are going to attack soon. 3 syndicate members this week have mysteriously “vanished” without a trace, and well, it would be no surprise if they are now facing the wrath of the rival gang. Everyone is currently losing their minds, preparing for an attack. And it’s much harder to be ready for an attack when you don’t even know what the rivals look like. Bangtan have been good at shielding their identities; always wearing masks when they are on jobs. Luckily for you, they seemingly have forgotten about your presence in the midst of all this chaos. So, for the first time in almost 7 years, you sneak out of your window in search of fun, and that brings us to now.

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You shouldn’t be here. There’s so much sweat on your skin, and not all of it is yours. The music is blaring, pulsating through your body. You’ve never been here before; it’s only recently opened and usually you wouldn’t be out at this time of night, but everyone had been so ‘preoccupied’ that you just took your chances. You left. Escaped even. Now you’re here, living life like a normal girl your age would, and god does it feel good. You feel alive. The club was like your heartbeat put on loudspeaker. As the floor vibrated with bass notes, your body sways with the rhythm, alcohol running through your veins like it was being fed through an IV drip.

This was your first mistake – escaping. The second being you’re here all alone. Truth be told, you were a strong-headed young lady and when push came to shove you could hold your own; that’s what growing up with Sin Syndicate has taught you. But this is different. Especially when this club is owned by them – Bangtan. But of course, you don’t know that. Nobody knows that, and well, if you do, then you better keep your mouth shut.

They’ve been wanting you for years. You’d be great leverage. Imagine being able to capture your rival’s most prized possession, their weakness. The accident that happened all those years ago, where they got caught and panicked. They didn’t finish the job; they didn’t finish you. And now Bangtan wants that hold over them. They want you, and all the information you have, whether you’re willing to give them it or not. And you’ve just handed yourself to them on a plate. And that is your third mistake.

You’ve never felt like this before – you feel on top of the world and you’re 100% certain that no punishment could make you ever regret this. Everyone’s bodies touched while moving to the melody of the music. You haven’t heard music in such a long time, and even though you have no idea what songs are being played, you can’t stop dancing. Everyone else seems to be mouthing all the words, and you have to admit it is a good song, it’s a shame you’ll probably never hear it again.

However, you cannot shake this feeling that someone is watching you. Call it crazy or maybe paranoia, it could even be called a ‘Spidey Sense’, but you feel like somebody is watching your every move. With a quick glance around, you see that almost every girl has caught someone’s attention. You try to tell yourself it’s nothing – probably just a predatory, hungry gaze from someone who is dying to take you home tonight…at least that’s what happens on the TV right? Deciding that you need another drink to loosen up a bit, you head to the bar.

Someone is watching you alright, and so is his friend upstairs that overlooks the dancefloor. The one downstairs watches you with a confused stare. Surely it can’t really be you? He’s seen a picture of your face a million times over, and yet actually seeing it right here in front of him doesn’t feel real to him. Is he dreaming? The taller man, who stands in the darkness of the upper floor, wears a different look. His grin shows his evident elation; basking in the joy that you are completely unaware of the situation you have unknowingly put yourself in.

As you push and squeeze past all the bodies blocking the way, you see the non-flickering lights above the bar, becoming instantly grateful that they aren’t like the strobe ones on the dancefloor. Taking a seat on one of the barstools you look over to the bartenders, and you see that one is on his way over to you. You quickly dig through your bag, in search for your money.

“Hi what can I get you?”

You don’t even get chance to look up to see which bartender the voice belonged to, when a deeper, much more stronger sounding voice took over.

“I’ll take this one, go serve them over there”

Instantly your head snaps up, and your eyes meet with his. This bartender has long, dark brown hair but your eyes are immediately drawn to his figure. He must work out a lot to get a body like that. His chest looked solid, and he had tattoos down his one arm. God, he looked heavenly.

“You okay there?” he smirked, eyes never leaving yours, “what can I get you?”

“rum and coke” you snap and look away, feeling heat rising in your face.

He turns away swiftly to make you your drink, muttering something under his breath that sounded awfully similar to ‘feisty’. When he turns back around and places the drink in front of you, he leans on the counter, making it so you’re now near enough the same height. You move back abruptly and hold out your hand to give him the money, but he just shakes his head.

“It’s on the house, don’t worry about it” he smiles, and even though he seemed really cocky before, this smile of his appears to be genuine. Its weird though, you think, that he wanted to serve you and he even gave you a drink for free. Is he allowed to do that? You’ve never been one to be timid and so you don’t bat an eyelid when you question his motive.

“Can’t I give out free drinks to pretty customers now? I can make you pay if you really want, but I’d rather you have it for free. Besides, I think the real question is why are you here alone?” his voice is sultry and smooth, slipping from his lips like warm honey.

How does he know you here alone? Warning sounds in your mind, and you tell yourself to be cautious around this man. There’s something about him that you just can’t put your finger on.

“My friends are on the dancefloor actually. Now if you’d excuse me-“

“No! Stay,” you turn around and look at him, what the fuck is happening?

“Please stay here, I know it sounds weird, but I noticed you earlier when you came in. You seemed out of place, and you were alone. You’ve had guys watching you all night, and I really want to keep an eye on you, make sure you’re okay. Wouldn’t want you to fall into the wrong hands now, would we?”

The way he said that last sentence sent shivers down your spine. It seemed a little odd. But he did have a point, coming here alone was stupid, and a little protection wouldn’t exactly be bad, would it?

Once you’ve sat back down, he straightens up, giving you some space.

“So what are you doing here alone?”

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The room was black for the most part, except for the chocolatey wooden desk and sparkly silver chandelier. Two black, leather couches faced each other, and at the head of the room, stood a big office-type chair next to the desk. A small golden panther adorned the corner of the desk.

The sudden knock of the door, and a young man bursting in interrupted the 3 older men’s conversation. With a sigh, the man sat at the desk addressed the younger man who smiled like an excited child, “What is it, Taehyung?”

“You will not believe this!” the man, who’s name is Taehyung, exclaims, capturing the attention of the two other men sat in the room, “Guess who is downstairs!?”

All three deadpanned while Taehyung carried on, boxy smile still prominent on his face.

“Y/N! Y/F/N! Sin Syndicate’s girl. Yknow, the one who-“

“We get it Tae, no need to continue” the one in charge says sternly.

“Wait, what is she doing here though?” one of the guys sitting on the couch questions.

“Nobody knows Jin. She’s at the bar as we speak! Jimin was the first to spot her actually. Can you believe this!?” Taehyung is acting like he wants to jump up and down at this point.

After being asked who is serving you, and Tae answering with the name ‘Guk’, that starts a conversation with the two men on the couch.

“I bet he’s having a field day with her! I’d say he’s been determined to get her the most, from like day one!”

“Yeah Jin, but is he smart enough to fucking spike her drink? Because that’s what we need to do! And well, he’s a fucking dumbass when he wants to be!”

The one sat at the desk seemingly agrees with this, and turns to Taehyung, “Whatever you do Tae, don’t let her leave”

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icklemissmayhem · 4 years

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BTS Fic - Stones Thrown - Chapter 2

(Chapter 1 HERE) AO3

T/W: Shooting at a concert, Injury, Angst, Hurt/Comfort.

He’s moving. Only… not. He’s lying down, so maybe he’s being moved, but why? Who by? And where to? He opens his eyes, but everything’s blurry, and trying to focus whilst being moved like this is making him feel sick, so he squeezes his eyes shut again, trying to work out what’s happening around him by listening as closely as he can. Nobody surrounding him is talking to him, though they seem to be worried about someone, it sounds like they’re helping whoever it is, and maybe it’s Taehyung, his brain helpfully reminds him, so he lies still and quietly, not wanting to interrupt if they’re helping Tae, until he feels himself come to a stop, though the noise continues, and he’s aware of a lot of activity going on around him. Suddenly there are voices he recognises. “HYUNG! Jin-Hyung, is he- what-?!” Jins eyes fly open suddenly, searching for- “Hope-ah” he says, and suddenly he’s there, above him, and Jin’s reaching for him, trying to sit up and check that he’s alright, but- Hoseok disappears from view as instantly as he appeared as people, strangers, crowd him, keeping him lying down, telling him to stay still, but they don’t know, they don’t understand- he needs to make sure they’re all alright, they’re his responsibility, he’s their hyung and they need- He tries to fight his way upright, but there’s too many of them to keep their hands away from him, especially when one of his arms doesn’t, isn’t… It hurts. He gives up, letting the strangers win, lets them force him to lie back down, and suddenly there’s a hand gripping his good one, squeezing it tightly and Hoseok’s back. Jin’s so relieved to see him. “Hyung, you need to relax, stay still,” he tells him. Jin doesn’t want to argue, doesn’t want to upset him, not when Hoseok, their Hope already looks worried, with red-rimmed eyes; but he needs to check on the others too, especially if all these people are surrounding him, Taehyung’s the one who needs help, he’s hurt, badly. “Hoseok, Taehyung needs-” he starts, before stopping as Hobi inhales sharply. Oh no. Oh no, no no, he- “Namjoon and JK are with our Taetae hyung, he’s… he’s ok. They’re taking him to the hospital soon. You too.” That makes sense, Jin can remember Taehyung being hurt, can remember trying to help him, but not being able to do much. He wants to go too, if it’s where they’re taking the others. “Helping him?” he asks, confused as to why all these people are surrounding him when Tae was hurt so badly. Hoseok smiles down at him, nodding and saying that they’re looking after Taehyung too, and Jin just hopes that he managed to be more reassuring to Taehyung, because he’s still worried. “Hope-ah. Go check.” he says, pulling his hand free to emphasize the point. Hoseok goes to argue, Jin can see it in his eyes, but he holds his eye contact, staring until Hoseok gives in. He nods, before turning, and beckoning someone over. Seconds later, Jungkook appears, as Hoseok smiles before disappearing out of Jin’s view. Not that he really notices, as JK- well, if Jin thought Hoseok looked upset, their youngest looks completely broken. It’s enough to fully rouse Jin, though he feels woozy, he fights it back in order to try and comfort the youngest. “Hyung..” his voice wobbles, and suddenly he’s sobbing, head resting on Jin’s thigh. Jin wishes he could use both his hands, he can’t reach JK with the hand he has free. “Jungkook-ah…” he starts, and is slightly relieved when he lifts his head, scrubbing at his eyes and his nose. “It’s alright JK, they’ll be fine.”

“I-I wanted to help, hyung. I could s-see you and Taehyungie back there and I… but hyungs- Hobi-hyung and Namjoon-hyung, they- they…” he trails off, choking back another sob.

“They did the right thing, making sure you were safe. Yah! Don’t argue with hyung!” he preempts, as JK goes to continue. For once it works as intended, Jungkook’s lips pursing, as he swallows audibly, breaking eye contact with Jin, instead watching whatever is going on around them. There seems to be less people gathered around Jin now, he realises, though he’s not sure what that means, if anything. Maybe it’s just because he’s not trying to fight them off any longer, letting them work around him without causing a fuss.

“Jungkook-ah…” he starts, doing his best to smile up at their youngest when he looks down at him. “How are the others? They took Yoongi to the hospital with Jimin, right?”

“Jimin-ah’s not hurt” JK begins, at which Jin nods, relieved. “He went in the ambulance with Yoongi…” he huffs out a breath. “He’s like you, hyung. He got hurt, he was bleeding and- and… but he was angry that hyung and Taetae weren’t- that... He was-” “Swearing?” Jin supplies, JK nodding with a watery smile. “Said he wasn’t leaving until he knew you were both ok. Namjoon-hyung said you were alright and that they’d get you and Taehyung, so he let them put him on the stretcher and took him.” “When you said he was like me..?” “Talking, moving around. Tae’s…”

“Yah. Jungkook-ah. Taehyung will be ok. He was talking earlier. He’s just tired and needs help is all.” Jin says, masking the exact same fear he has over Tae’s condition to try and prevent JK from breaking down again. “He’ll be fine when he gets to the hospital. He will.” Jin still doesn't want- can’t consider the alternative. “Yoongi and hyung too?” “Yoongi’s probably already writing a Cypher.” Jungkook actually laughs at that, and Jin properly, honestly, smiles for the first time since the concert went to hell, even as JK claps a hand over his mouth, as if he’s expecting to get in trouble. “And hyung is still telling bad jokes.” He replies, cheekily. “And maknae’s still being rude to his elders.” he counters immediately. “Honestly... Any good, nice, caring dongsaeng would be asking what they can do to help, not being sassy, you troublemaker.” He’s relieved that JK seems to be cheered up by their banter, he shouldn’t have to worry about the elder members, he’s the youngest, they should be looking after him, so when he gets upset, it makes everything feel worse somehow, even though they’re all adults now, all equally responsible… As if proving the point Jin’s thinking of, Hoseok reappears, resting a hand on Jin’s wrist and squeezing lightly as he addresses them both. “They’re moving Taehyung now, need to get him to the hospital for surgery. JK, Namjoon says for you to with him and Tae to the hospital and I’ll go wi-” “Yah, Jungkook-ah! Let’s go!” Jin turns his head as Namjoon shouts across to JK, who cringes, frozen to the spot, the smile having disappeared from his face. It’s the first time he’s seen either him, or a glimpse of Taehyung since they were out on the stage, He can’t see much of Taehyung, as the people gathered around the trolley obviously preparing to move him, his face is further obscured by a mask, but if nothing else, Jin feels slightly reassured that he’s being cared for properly now, getting the help he needed so desperately, and will continue to get on the way and once he gets to the hospital. Namjoon looks- well, if Jin were able to, he’d go stand by him, bump shoulders with him and wait for him to spit out what was troubling him. But he can’t do that, and it’s not as if he doesn’t know the reason he looks so tense. Aside from his expression, and his stance, both screaming how rigidly he’s keeping hold of his emotions, he’s got blood smeared across the lower half of his face, no doubt because of the way he carelessly wipes at his nose and mouth with a handful of similarly-bloodied tissues, grimacing as he does so. “Hoseok - you go with Tae and Namjoon.” Jin quickly and quietly counters. “Jungkook’s coming with me.” As he turns to go, he raises his voice slightly - “and make sure he gets checked out too when you get there.” Hoseok turns back, just for a second, shrugs and smiles wryly, eyebrow raised, and yeah, Jin gets it. Namjoon is the hardest to look after, or to encourage to look after himself, especially if any one of the others is anything less than 100%. Even Yoongi is- well. Jin shuts his thoughts down there, not knowing, but worrying nonetheless about Yoongi, though he knows he was the first of them to get whatever help he needed, the fact he hasn’t seen him, doesn’t know for sure troubles him. He watches as Hoseok breaks into a jog, crossing the room just as they start to wheel Tae towards the door, presumably off to a waiting ambulance, resting an arm around Namjoon’s shoulder as he catches him up, Namjoon turning and frowning at Jungkook as Hoseok presumably explains the change in plan. Jin lifts a hand and waves him away, even as JK shrinks into himself beside him, noticeably cringing.

“He’s mad at me. Namjoon-hyung, he-”

“Won’t be mad at you. He’s just stressed, we all are.” Jin consoles almost automatically.

“No, you didn’t see when we got offstage, he yelled and he- Hobi-hyung had to- I- I think I- did you see his face?” Jungkook finishes, shamefaced. Jin hums, thinking of what best to say.

“I saw what happened when you were still on the stage. It was an accident Jungkook-ah. You didn’t know what you were doing, and…” he pauses, not willing to admit he was partly disappointed the other two had managed to wrestle the maknae off-stage earlier, knowing that wouldn’t make JK feel any better, would probably only make him feel guilty for another reason.

“Namjoon… you know he worries, even normally. When he calms down, later, talk to him, apologise and you know as well as I do he’ll tell you not to worry about it.” Jungkook mulls over that for a minute or so, working his tongue against the inside of his cheek as is his habit before nodding decisively.

“OK. Thanks hyung, I’ll- I’ll speak to him at the hospital.” Jin nods in return, smiling a little now JK looks slightly happier.

“Stick with Jimin til then. Let Hoseok look after Namjoon.” They’re interrupted then by people re-entering the room, heading their way. Jungkook steps away slightly as someone tries to slip a mask over Jin’s face, ending up goggling at him from down near his feet somewhere. He’s lifted on the stretcher, and placed on a trolley, before someone clips some straps across his body, none of which he appreciates, though he doesn’t fuss, not wanting to cause any trouble. He is still able to reach his face, so he pushes the mask down past his chin, keeping hold of it as one of the strangers protests and tries to put it back over his mouth and nose.

“Hospital?” He queries, and nods when they confirm his destination. He replaces the mask over his face, keen to get to the hospital and hopefully see the others once more, or at least find out how Yoongi and Taehyung are doing. Maybe he can even see them, if he’s lucky, though he expects all three of them will be kept separate whilst they’re treated. Still, maybe JK can message Jimin or Hoseok, find out that way.

He’s about to ask JK to do just that, when they’re moving him suddenly. He makes a grab for Jungkook’s hand, but misses, has to settle for watching him following behind as he is wheeled through the doors and down a short hallway outside. He does close his eyes, the motion of being lifted into the ambulance uncomfortable not just down to the pain of being jostled about, but also the motion doesn’t help the nausea he feels.

As he’s rolled into place in the back of the ambulance and jolted to a stop, he pulls his mask down hurriedly, certain he’s about to be sick. Luckily, a cardboard bowl is proffered, shoved against his face really as he starts retching, before being taken away after he- after he’s done. He looks up in time to see JK stood, wringing his hands in the doorway of the vehicle, until the paramedic practically manhandles him into one of the seats opposite Jin’s trolley. Now within reach, Jin reaches across, palm up, smiling when Jungkook grabs his hand and squeezes it tight.

“Hyung…”

“Jungkook, I’m-”

They both pause, before smiling grimly. Jin decides to be honest.

“Alright, I’m not ok, obviously-” he tips hIs head slightly towards his injured side, as far as he can without worsening the pain. “I feel pretty awful, actually, but I’m going to be ok after this, so don’t worry, got that?”

“Promise?” Jungkook whispers, and Jin, instead of answering, traps his little finger with his own, pressing their thumbs together.

“JK, can you text Jimin? Find out how Yoongi is..?” he requests, closing his eyes and grimacing as the ambulance starts moving none-too-smoothly as it pulls away. The paramedic fusses over him a little, before settling back and writing up some notes, watching him and the monitors he’s been connected to.

Jungkook dutifully takes out his phone, and focuses on the screen, and Jin lets himself drift a little, staring out of the tinted window above him, watching the streetlights and the flashing of the ambulances own lights as it weaves through traffic, occasionally the blare of the sirens making him startle.

It’s not until Jungkook curses loudly, then apologises to the paramedic for his outburst that he tunes back into his immediate surroundings, even if his scolding is basically an automatic reflex these days. He just looks at JK questioningly, as he scowls at his phone, tapping out a message rapidly.

“There’s press at the hospital. All the entrances.” he explains curtly. “They mobbed the others when their ambulance got there, there wasn’t enough security there yet to hold them back. Still isn’t, so…” He breaks off with an exasperated huff as Jin reaches across and swipes at his phone, missing, but it’s enough to get Jungkook’s attention.

“Jungkook-ah. Stop worrying about what can’t be changed. We’ll get there and it will be fine. Just keep together, keep hold of this thing-” he taps the edge of the stretcher “-keep your head down and just keep walking. Like we always do.” He’s not in the least surprised to hear that word’s got out and the press are waiting at their destination - hell, there’s probably hundreds of accounts, pictures, videos even of what’s happened tonight already on the internet, so he’s not all that bothered by the thought of a few more being taken of him between the ambulance and the hospital… these days they can barely breathe without it ending up online, if not on the news, so when something major like this happens- he’s not surprised.

Jungkook looks like he’s about to bite through his cheek with how close he is to letting rip, the presence of the paramedic with them the only thing stopping him, so it’s a relief when they’re both interrupted by said paramedic reaching up into a locker above Jin and producing a jacket which he proffers at JK.

“It has a hood” he explains, as Jungkook smiles at him in thanks, as he dons the jacket and zips it up. Jin’s not convinced by the deception, but anything that can help them avoid a scrum when they arrive is more than welcome in his eyes.

In the end, it doesn’t really matter. Seijin, upon arriving at the hospital has managed to cobble together enough of a team to hold back the reporters and photographers so that the trolley passes through the doors of the hospital without stopping once, Jin lying mostly covered with a blanket, oxygen mask back on over his face, JK leaning over him at the head of the trolley, until they’re safely out of sight of the doors, Seijin following, relaying information about the others, that he’s contacted Jin’s family, as well as Yoongi and Taehyungs families and will keep them updated as they travel to the hospital, before they pause at a set of double doors.

The paramedics look pointedly at Jungkook and Seijin, who nods at them as if understanding as he grips JK’s arm. “Jin, we can’t go further, I’ll come and see you after they’ve assessed your condition, but for now-”

Jungkook immediately protests, albeit quietly, refusing to let Jin go anywhere alone, so Jin intervenes, quickly reaching for JK’s hand, as their maknae reaches for his.

“JK, I’ll be fine. I promise. I’ll see you soon, Yoongi and Tae too, but for now can you go with Seijin-nim and make sure you and the others get something to eat and some rest?” He ignores Jungkook opening his mouth to protest, bulldozing right over whatever argument he’s about to come out with, continuing: “Please? Make sure Jimin eats something, help Hope-ah make sure Namjoon gets checked out, and make sure you all get some rest. Promise me?” He’s relieved when JK nods, even if he’s avoiding eye contact and not replying, he’s got his point across, and after nodding to Seijin, the paramedics push him through the doors which swing shut, cutting off the view as JK and Seijin watch him go.

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youarejesting · 4 years

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Femme: 45

Pairing: BTS - OT7 x Reader, GDragon x Bigbang, Erik Nam, Hyuna x Dawn, Black Pink x Female oc, TXT x robot oc, Got7 x Female oc

Rating: Mature

Length: 3.3k

Warnings: Birth, Smut, Oral (male receiving & Female receiving), Pregnancy sex, Orgasm denial, Overstimulation, Dirty talk, Cute scenes.

Announcement: It has been a long time but I had some spare time to finish this chapter 5 more to go. I tried to hint at some of the other background characters stories at the end of this chapter. I will hopefully expand on them more just a fraction in these closing chapters. I one day, when I revisit and edit the hell out of this fic, wish to create the side stories and elaborate more on them. 5 CHAPTERS LEFT!

Your channel had blown up massively taking over the number one channels on the social media platform, surpassing, S series and you were setting dates after your next child was born to go on tour starting and ending in Seoul. Working with a camera crew and setting up your house you had actually decided to start a reality tv series based on your busy lives.

You started filming and you were talking about your routines and the dynamic between you and the boys, the boys decided not to disclose their relationships between them but didn’t act much different around each other. They would still cuddle and feed each other and make inside jokes. Still getting questions from femmes and their companions about issues you took your time to explain and encouraged more questions when you go on tour the end of the year.

The twins and Jeongsan were running around after daycare, the ran straight into the living room climbing onto the couch, jumping up and down on Yoongi’s back. “Daddy Yoogi, Daddy Yoogi” In a quick movement he caught them both with his arm and picked them up and spun them around making them giggle.

Seokjin called them to the table for some afternoon tea, “Come on, you can have juice and a bikkie, how does that sound?” “Bikkie!” they each scrambled to the table sitting quietly waiting for their snack. You waddled over kissing the twins on the head and scruffing Jeongsan’s hair. The front door opened and you turned to see Kyungju storm past and Jimin holding the door open laughing silently.

“Why is my son upset?” Yoongi asked concerned “Some girl at school likes him and stole his milk at school and he is mad,” Jimin said and Jungkook was trying to hold himself together and Yoongi nodded silently heading up to the room to deal with it.

You were home alone Hoseok was visiting his parents with his son. This meant you could do anything you wished, taking the keys to the van thanking yourself for getting yourself an international license. The car though it looked old like the vintage car from your time, it was modern as hell It practically drove itself and that scared you a little. With a destination in mind, you started driving. Except you had accidentally been speeding not seeing that the limit had dropped.

You were pulled over and a wave of nausea washed over you and you had vomited all over the police officers shoes. They took you to the station believing you were intoxicated. You thankfully locked the car before you left. Filling out some paperwork you sat in the holding cell in the corner of the station and waited.

“Do you have someone we can contact” you had to think carefully, Namjoon had a reputation that you didn’t want to ruin and you had to pick someone who wouldn’t make the situation worse and wouldn’t make fun of you for it.

Before you had the chance to answer you heard a familiar voice. “Why is my wife in the holding cell?” He walked over and the officer saluted him.

“Uh Detective Kim, she was caught speeding and assaulted an officer” “Namjoon, I got a craving for jajangmyeon and so I went for a drive down the road and I didn’t see the speed limit sign and I got pulled over and I was nauseous and I accidentally vomited on an officers pants and they thought I was drunk so they brought me back here.”

“Sir her blood test results shows her blood alcohol level is zero” the officer wearing sweat pants glared at you and you looked apologetically at him. “Of course it is zero, she is pregnant” Namjoon pulled open the cell door and walked you out to sit on a comfy chair. He ordered some jajangmyeon and sighed.

“Is the baby okay, you must be hungry” he frowned glaring at the officers. The two paled considerably. You took your husbands face and gave him a kiss and apologizing. “I am sorry Namjoon, I was just so hungry, I thought I was driving sensibly, last time I remember fake street was 60 but it is 50 now, when did they change it”

The officers paled a little further, “It was changed this morning they lowered it as there was a lot of trouble for cars during work hours trying to merge. You weren’t to know”

“How much money do I owe, I can pay it now,” the two shook their heads. “No, we couldn’t expect you to pay anything for a simple mistake,” “No I am a woman of my word, I did the wrong thing and my husband as a law enforcer and a detective can’t have the law bent for him. How much?”

“A first offence ticket for speeding would be approximately 30,000 won for being under 20km over the limit,” Namjoon said and you nodded and pulled out the money.

“What about the pants? I can pay for them to be dry cleaned” The food arrived and the officers paid for the meal and handed it over, you began eating heartedly and Namjoon sat beside you rubbing your belly fondly. “My wife, do not stress, you are supposed to be resting. What if you went into labour early again”

Needless to say, you did not live it down, The boys were calling you a speed demon for the next few weeks, as you waddled down the hall Seokjin began calling like you were a racehorse or race car. Jimin would dodge out of your way and grin down at you shouting “WOAH slow down!”

Finding out you were having a baby girl with Namjoon had to be one of the sweetest things. He would come to you with different names. He wanted to find an English name and a Korean name. The names were either too odd or sounded too old fashion. You were snacking on some leftovers from the fridge and Yoongi snuck from his studio to the kitchen and back.

“What’s with Yoongi?” “He is worried you will go into labour again?” Namjoon who you were leaning on had a resting Seokjin laying on his lap. You were running your hand over Seokjin’s soft hair and Namjoon ran his hand up and down Seokjin’s “We have all placed out bets” the eldest smiled tiredly up at you causing your chest to constrict pleasantly.

“Who has placed bets?” “Jiyong and his family, all our parents, his parents, everyone at your work, Jimin’s work, my work, Hajun and his wife, us, Erik, the BlackPink girls, the TXT boys the NCT boys texted their bets last night and also Tae set up a poll online last night and ninety-six percent of the people who voted voted for Yoongi” Jimin grinned looking up from his phone.

“How many people voted?” “In twenty-four hours one million four hundred thousand”

Finally convincing Yoongi to spend some time with you, he seemed to relax at the idea that you weren't about to surprise deliver another baby. It was amusing how he would cautiously look at your belly and it would take several attempts before he would give you a quick kiss and pull away. However, you missed him and when all the children were at daycare or asleep and you were feeling frisky you had to come up with a plan.

Taking out Yoongi’s favourite undergarments and his favourite clothes on you, you got dressed. You did your hair just the way he liked it exposing your neck. You were set, walking into his studio he turned and pulled off his headphones. “Is something wrong?”

“No I just wanted to see you” you smiled and walked over. He seemed to notice the swaying of your hips and the tone of your voice, what you wanted and he groaned.

“Kitten we can’t” he covered his eyes with his hand and laid his head back on the chair. “Can’t what, I just wanted to see you Oppa” The sound that pulled out of his chest was sinful. Yoongi’s moan gave you the confidence to keep going. You took his hands and kissed them leaning over the back of his chair making him relax. Slowly letting your entwined hands drop behind him as casual as you possibly could, playing with his hands and moving them around so he didn’t expect anything odd. It didn’t take much as he couldn’t feel them against his wrist due to his thick hoodie but you cuffed him and then cuffed the cuffs to the chair. He heard the clicks and pulled against them.

“Take them off” He hissed looking at you unamused. These weren’t for playing these were from Namjoon’s work. You turned his chair and sank to your knees grinning up at him.

“Come on Oppa, we haven’t played together in ages” “Maybe if you stop going into labour” “It’s cause you make me feel so good” He was practically clawing at the chair to get out of them, encouraging you to proceed. He was telling you in great detail why this was a bad idea, but that didn’t last long. As soon as you had him in your hand his words caught in his throat and his mouth ran dry.

“You know the safe word, you can use it if you need to” He watched you looking up through your lashes at his expression, he liked the anticipation. You parted your lips and let out a small puff of warm air, it made him twitch.

“Don’t play with me baby, Fuck the safe word, you can’t hurt me” He scoffed, his face was mocking you. “I can do whatever I want to cause you can’t stop me” You went to take him in your mouth and pulled back again “Actually perhaps we shouldn’t do this I mean...”

You pressed your thumb firmly across the head of his penis making his stomach muscles jump. “You obviously don’t want this” Completely playing the dominant role. You saw his brow tick and his mouth fall open he was pissed. Languidly stroking his member, the desire to give him everything he wanted. This time, however, you wanted to be in control. squeezing him gently he took a sharp breath before exhaling a strong moan.

He huffed beads of sweat across his brow. Deciding to speak to him completely in English, “You know I think you would look better wearing this, Mister Min” Pulling out a blindfold and he shook his head “Don’t you dare” Slipping it over his head he squirmed and tried to get it off. “You are going to be punished after this kitten, I am going to take you over my knee and spank you until you can’t sit down”

You took him in your mouth sucking hard before pulling away completely. He was trying to hold it in and you grinned repeating this action a few times, he was painfully hard and as you breathed hot air gently against him you watched pre-cum dribble from the tip. His cock bouncing ever so slightly with the beat of his heart.

“Ahhh stop messing with me or I will” You firmly squeezed his thick length and grinned at the noise he made. “Or you will what?” Taking him into your mouth and bringing him to the edge listening to the way he breathed and panted he was so close. Pulling off of him with a wet pop. “It’s getting late Yoongi, I need to go start dinner”

“Don’t you dare” He shouted, you didn’t leave the room but you did open and shut the door waiting silently “I know you didn’t leave, If you let me out now I won’t punish you, kitten, Kitten I got work to do, come on let me out”

Opening and closing the door again he perked up as you walked over, “You need to get me out of this” “You know the safe word use it” “No, I won’t back out like a little bitch” he growled “I want to get out of these and bend you over my desk.

“That sounds nice but I don’t want to do that” Sinking to your knee’s you spent half an hour bringing him to the edge of his release and then stopping he was squirming in his computer chair when it slipped past his lips. “Please, just let me cum” You smiled around his dick swirling your tongue around the head, you ignored him continuing the slow torture from the start. Turning on your phone to record him begging. “Please just let me cum kitten I need this, Please oh fuck. Please. Please it hurts”

You pulled off his blindfold and smiled up at him “What do you want me to do?” “I need you to make me cum, please” you brought him to ecstasy once and he whimpered actually whimpered throwing himself back in the seat trying to move away. But that over stimulation was how you got him to cum a second time “Too much, fuck ahh too sensitive kitten I can’t”

Paying you back tenfold. It was your anniversary weekend and the kids were at their grandparents or asleep in their cots. Your hands and feet had been tied to the bed and Yoongi made sure to tell the boys they were allowed to everything but let you finish. They took turns you spent the whole day in bed only allowed to take toilet and lunch breaks.

By the third day, you were looking for any way out. “Jimin imagine if I came right now it would be so powerful after two days of waiting. I bet it would be really nice” “Yeah it would but Yoongi would have us both in chastity belts” He laughed cumming inside of you with a groan all the talk had him spent. You were filled with their essence and they weren’t letting any of it go to waste.

When you finally came, it was with his permission. He made you count down from thirty and began thrusting hard into you. If you came before thirty whatever number you were on would be the number of times Yoongi would receive a back rub. You didn’t want to tell him you would gladly give him a massage whenever he wished. They were all watching and sadly you broke at four.

Yoongi finally seemed comfortable with the idea of being intimate with you, but boy was he in for a shock when March came around. You were laying on a makeshift bed in the recording booth. There was a sound he wanted to record. He was trying to elicit a moan from you and when he got it he rewarded you. You frowned and his face dropped “no kitten you didn’t, please tell me this is a joke”

“I’m sorry honey the baby is coming today” you winced and he ran to grab some towels. You had an easy birth, one of the easiest so far because the baby was so small. “Everyone welcome our second daughter to the family her name is Kim Mirae and her English name is Mila June”

You had picked her middle name and made it the same sound as her father's name. The children all met their baby sister, Huimang was too little to understand.

“If someone gets you pregnant before this child turns two I will actually cut their dick off” Yoongi sighed “Papa Joo did Adar Yoogi day a bad word” “Yes baby, he did” Namjoon ruffled Jae Eun’s hair while glaring at Yoongi. “Are you happy papa Joon?” Jeongsan asked and Namjoon smiled “Very happy”

Things slowed down, Namjoon took a little time off work to be with his daughter for the first few weeks. He loved Mirae greatly. He would just talk to her for hours about anything they shared so many secrets. He had on more than one occasion tried to put nappies on backwards which was always amusing. Kyungju had just finished first grade and Jeongsan would be heading off to school when the term started again in the following year. You weren’t ready to see them all growing up.

Hoseok had Huimang and you had Mirae strapped to your chests. You were doing some light aerobic dancing. Jungkook had been pushing you at the gym to strengthen all your muscles in your tummy. You didn’t want your muscles to separate so you tried hard to keep yourself strong.

The boys and yourself had been super careful, all being very safe as you didn’t want to get pregnant any time soon. The schedule was booked for your live tour. You were performing at a few theatres around the world. Starting in Seoul your stage was set up to look like your recording room. Your guest was NCT. Jiyong followed you on tour with his family and helped watch the kids while you were on stage.

But you never stopped your children from joining you. On many occasions, they would have a small lapel mic and pack courtesy of the stagehands and they would run out. “Adar, Jeongsan needs to go to the bathroom” Kyungju led his younger brother out by the hand. “JK to the rescue” Hoseok laughed heartily and the crowd joined in.

While Jungkook was gone, you opened up questions Femme’s stepped up onto the stage and they asked you questions. “I was unfrozen a week ago and I have been watching your videos from the start, I am not far through them so you probably have already mentioned it but, what do you do to cope with homesickness”

“That’s a really good question, I cried a lot always thinking about everything my family wouldn’t get to see, and that’s perfectly okay to cry and be upset over. My wedding and the birth of my beautiful children all I wanted was to have that support from my family. Until one day I realised I had been shutting the boys out and I needed to open up, I needed to face my fears. I remember the dream I had and they all sang to me asking me what I was looking for and where I was going. I didn’t realise the whole time I was with them I was looking back at my past and not at the present and future. And when I finally looked forward I saw the support from them and their families, my friends and neighbours. There were just so many people, even online there were people standing with me. We are never alone. Which brings us to a really important announcement all the Femme’s here will leave with a care package from me to you we need to support one another”

The tour went amazing and there was enough footage for you to make a tour special which was posted on the latest movie streaming platform Fletnix.

Watching Eric and the TXT boys grow up and go to university you were so proud. Hyuna and Hyojong had actually gotten engaged and were the cutest couple. The Frozen Spoon had become iconic, with the increased revenue, you became the area manager of two stores, each store had a picture of Moon Inshik the founder and beside it a little plaque with his story.

Namjoon’s old friend Jackson and his 6 fellow applicants were celebrating their Femme who announced she was pregnant with a little girl. The young girls whom you met at the park had slowly graduated high school and reached full maturity, three joined the Femme Project, one of them found matches, two were frozen and the fourth decided to put in an application for a femme herself.

She had been denied over thirteen times but she was still persisting with her application. Until she found her perfect match.

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fan-fantasies · 4 years

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Love Story At Tina’s Diner

Pairing: greaser!BTS x Reader

Warnings?: possible smut in the future (I haven’t decided yet)

A/N: Hey guys whats up. Breezy here. I decided to share this fic with you all, I’ve begun writing and posting on my Wattpad. (If for some reason you want it, here’s the link) I’m writing it in my free time as a way to destress from my work and as a way to forget about all the work I have for finals. I wanted to share this cause I enjoy writing it and have wanted to write it for some time to be honest but I'm honestly trash at writing series lol. So I hope you guys enjoy it.

~Breezy

The dinner was the hangout of everyone in the town, families, teens and even those who were just passing through. You did enjoy spending time there, even though you worked there every day. You always met some interest people while you worked, all types of people. Though the most interesting people you ever met was this group of boys that rolled into town. Their leather jackets, tight pants and styled hair. Each of them different from each other yet they acted like such close family. They all had something special about them, though two of them seemed to catch your eye more.

One of them usually sat near on the outside of the table, not wanting to be squished into the middle. He was usually quiet, listening to his friends banter about whatever they were talking about sometimes his gummy smile would appear at random. It was cute and would often distract you from your work.

The second was a rather happy man, would constantly be apart of the conversation, laughing and being silly. His smile always bright which always made you just feel so warm and happy. You never spoke to them unless you were taking their orders, but your coworkers said they were the talk of the town. They were the new ‘bad boys’ of the town. It’s easy for you to say that all these boys are attractive and ones that maybe you shouldn’t get close with.

Well this isn’t that kind of story.

Day after day, the boys would come in, order the same things and spent an hour at their table talking about whatever. The more they came into the diner, the more you contemplated speaking more than hello, what can I get you.

It was Wednesday afternoon, usually a slower part of the day, that was when the group walked in. They walked over to their table continuing their conversation. You decided to give them a few minutes before walking over with your notepad and pen.

“Same as always I’m assuming,” you say with a smile as you stand at the head of the table, they all looked up at you.

Taehyung, the one with the boxy smile, answered with a nod, “You bet!” You wrote down everyone order and prepared to walk off,

“You remember all of our orders?” Jimin, a petite man with light hair, spoke to you. He didn’t usually speak much but his voice was very sweet to hear.

You smile, “Yes, you all are here too frequently I just have gotten used to it,” you tell them before walking towards the window to let the kitchen know of the order. The group could be heard across the diner, their conversation was loud but it really wasn’t bothering anyone.

It was a bit before their food was ready for them, you expertly picked up the tray and walked over to the table. Their voices got quiet as you got closer to them, probably expecting you to ask who’s was who’s, but you easily set each plate in front or close to them.

“You really do know all our orders,” Jimin speaks in shock.

You tried to hold back a giggle, “I told you, now if you need anything don’t be afraid to call me over.” You knew that these boys were flirty, maybe a little crazy, and not to mention attractive but you wouldn’t let yourself fall that easy. Your parents would kill you knowing you found an attractive bad boy greaser.

“Why don’t you hang with us, darling?” Seokjin spoke out, you usually recognized him due to his outfit and hair style. His hair was typically slightly slicked back and a tight leather jacket, he was like a model. Most girls was gawk at him but you didn’t seem to see the appeal, he was a bad boy, they all were, but his type wasn’t something that caught your eye.

“Sorry Seokjin, I’m still on the clock. Can’t get caught sitting on the job,” you tell him with a smirk.

“Then after?” He leaned forward, his eyebrow raised. The group either rolled their eyes or chucked at his comment.

You stared right back at him, “Not after either, I have plans.” You shrug before walking away leaving the group leaving Seokjin speechless and the other members laughing at his humiliation. He was flabbergasted that he had been dismissed, no female ever dismissed him but he knew that she had eyes on someone else. This only just strengthened his theory even more.

“She seems like a spit fire,” Tae stated as he nudged Jimin with a chuckle. All the members seemed to erupt into conversation, the only silent member was Jungkook. He seemed lost in thought for a few moments but no one paid any mind to him.

This was just another typical day with the new the bad boy group, Bangtang.

It wasn’t a lie when you told Soekjin that you had plans, you and a few friends had decided to go to a drive in the watch a movie. It wasn’t uncommon for you all to go out, Soohyun and Minyeong were at your side most time.

The two of them had moved to your town when you were just starting high school, most people had believed they were sisters considering they didn’t almost everything together. You ended up sitting with them at lunch one day due to your table being taken by a bunch of random people. You never connected with people but these two seemed to instantly understand you. The three of you become just like sisters, going to the drive in, going to the diner. It wasn’t something you were used, so being able to go spend some time with others made your life seem to brighten up a bit. Needless to say it was the one thing you needed in your life, friends. Your parents were ecstatic to hear you finally had someone to spend time with outside of school, though they where very stern on how your grades reflected but they were happy you weren’t spending your time at home or doing some other rebellious thing.

You stayed friends for the remainder of high school, all the way up to now, a few new friends had wiggled their way into your life as well. You often saw them all at the diner as well, but you all often took a day out of the week to see a movie. It was a fun way to forget about everything going on and just to spend some time away from home.

After your shift ends, you rushed home in order to get ready for you night out with the girls. You didn’t think going in your uniform was the most comfortable considering you smelt like food. Once you finished getting dressed you rushed downstairs,

“Mom, Dad, I’m going to the drive in with Soohyun and Minyeong!” You call walking towards the door.

“Alright hunny! Just remember be home before eleven!” Your mother called just as you rushed out the door towards Soohyun’s car.

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lovely-nctzen · 5 years

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Kiss Me Kiss Me • Epilogue

↬ As YG debuts another girl group, one member catches the leader of NCT’s attention. Being in two different labels, it’s hard to keep everything a secret from the whole world.

Pairing: idol! taeyong x idol! reader

AN: this is it, this is the end of long era. it took me forever to finish this but i’m glad that it’s finally coming to an end so I can write more fics for everyone.

After an exhausting conversation with both companies, SM and YG both agreed to let the two idols publicly date. Once everything was sorted out, both companies came out with a statement that Taeyong and Y/N are officially dating. So far most have been good news, but there were a few negative remarks from the netizens, however, it didn’t deter the couple from being in love with each other.

Stopping what they were doing, they agreed to meet each other where the first met. Of course they had to get permission from the company, but seeing as they can be seen together, they obliged.

Not wanting to cause a seen, Taeyong took the company car and drove to the convenience store instead of sprinting to meet Y/N. Y/N did the same as well and when she finally got there, he was waiting for her inside the convenience store. There he was in the flesh sitting down at a table hidden away from the public eating ramen.

“I never thought I would one day see you eating ramen in something so fancy. You just had to wear your Gucci shirt didn’t you?”

Stopping mid slurp, he turned his head slowly to look at Y/N. She was in a simple white t-shirt and black shorts with sneakers while wearing a mask and a black hat. That’s what he liked about her the most. She wasn’t afraid of dressing down and being casual. I guess you could say that she’s not your typical idol.

“If I knew this is what you would be wearing on our date, I would’ve put more effort into my outfit,” Y/N laughed in response.

Finishing the noddles in his mouth, he gave her a huge grin. “So you’re saying this is our first official date as a real couple?” Taeyong was obviously excited when he heard her say this was a date, it made him even more confident and he wanted to show her what he could do to make her happy. Take her to all the places she wants to go to, take pictures like other couples do, take her on dates whenever they’re both free and have time.

“I hate you so much, but yes this is our first official date as an official couple. But most importantly, did you save or even make me ramen?”

“That depends on how much you love me. If you love me a lot then I made you one. If you love me a little, I saved you some. And if you don’t love me at all, then I have nothing for you,” Taeyong teased whilst Y/N rolling her eyes.

“Obviously I love you dummy. How could I not? You’re literally a cat which is why your fans and I call you ‘kitty yongie’ and it surprisingly fits you.” Y/N sat in front of him and took a bite from his ramen making him whine.

“Hey, that’s mine. I made you one already. It’s already right in front of you,” he said pouting. Taking the opportunity to snap a picture of a pouting Taeyong, you whip out your phone and capture his pout with you smiling in the process.

Grinning to yourself, you made it your wallpaper background before showing it to him. “You look cute in this. We should take more pictures like this. This concept suits you really well.”

“Hey that’s not fair, now I have to take a picture of you and set it as my wallpaper now.”

“Fine you win, what kind of pose do you want me to do?” Y/N asks him as she eats the ramen he made for her. Taeyong thinks to himself briefly before coming up with a pose for her. “How about you do a cute pose for me? Or wait, how about we take one with the two of us together?” he asks her.

“We can do that if you want. The sun is going to set soon so we should do it while we still have good lighting. Do you want to go to the Han River and take it there?” Y/N tells him as she finishes the bowl of ramen.

Standing up to throw away his trash, he tells her, “If you’re done eating we can go now. There shouldn’t be a lot of people there because it’s getting dark.” Nodding her head Y/N throws away her trash and buys water for the two of them before leaving the convenience store. The walk to the river wasn’t that far away, but it was quite a walk. It was peaceful.

The two walked hand in hand without anyone bothering them. It’s not every day that idols can go out on dates. The two knew that once their relationship was public, they won’t get as much freedom as before thus having to work twice as hard. While on the walk to the river, the two agreed that their careers come first. Of course their relationship was important, but as long as they were both happy just being together, everything would turn out fine.

And it did.

Once they got to the river, there was barely anyone there. The sun was still setting by the time they got there. When they found a spot to take their picture, Taeyong got his camera ready and pointed it towards them to take a selfie. They both struck a pose and Taeyong started to countdown. Y/N faced the camera and did her typical peace sign while Taeyong had one arm wrapped around her and smiled at the camera.

When Taeyong got closer to taking the picture, he slightly shifted his position for a better angle. And when he got to one, Taeyong kissed her cheek and took the picture. Y/N jumped in shock and turned to look at Taeyong, her eyes saying “what did you just do?”

Ignoring her look, he glanced down at the photo and smiled joyfully. It was a perfect shot. He placed it as his wallpaper background and proudly showed off the picture to her.

Shaking her head and laughing, she gave him a hug and kissed his cheek. “I love it Tae.”

Taeyong looked down at her and stared into her eyes before saying:

“And I love you.”

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featherypromises · 5 years

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My Brother's Keeper

At long last, this fic is finished. It never seemed completely done until now. Thank you for your support and patience! I apologize for the length, but I have no clue how to shorten it under a "read more" link yet. 💜

My Brother’s Keeper:

Jimin woke up the morning after their latest performance feeling more tired than when he had gone to sleep the night before. They had out done themselves with this most recent show. ARMY had screamed so loudly that they could barely hear themselves speak or sing. The love of the fans gave them the strength and stamina when they felt utterly spent. The vocalist stretched, feeling his neck and shoulders loosen and pop. He yawned, and immediately winced as his throat protested. Yes, he had sung his heart to ARMY, but he didn’t think he had overdone this much.

A pathetic sound shook him out of his thoughts. It sounded like a cross between a whine and a groan. Since Taehyung’s room was right next to his, it was a safe bet that the odd noise had come from there. There were no other sounds that he could hear. Jimin quietly moved past the closed door to Tae’s room and out into the common areas of the dorm. It was already after 10am… How had he slept so late?...

As he passed the kitchen, a colorful piece of notepaper caught his eye. He instantly recognized Hobi-hyung’s large bold handwriting.

{Jiminie!!! I know that you will be up long before Taehyungie will be. Rapmon, Yoongi-hyung and I will be at the new recording studio working on the new rap sections of the new songs. Kookie wanted to come along, once we woke him up enough. Oh, our little Jungkookie! He wanted to come and rap with his hyungs! Cute!

Just so you know, Seokjin-hyung left this morning to visit his family before we get really busy again., so the manager is taking him. He made breakfast before he left, so help yourselves sleepyheads! We will see you later.

Yoongi took our phones away, so that we don’t get distracted during recording… TT.TT He’s so cranky in the mornings… Just because I woke him by laying down over top of him… so grumpy. Oh, well… Enjoy your rest day!}

Well, that explained the unusual silence in the dorm. Jimin smiled at the idea of J-Hope-hyung waking Yoongi-hyung up that way. At times, Hobi-hyung’s infectious energy and dramatic flair reduced Min Yoongi to breathless fits of giggles, but sleep was sacred to the oldest rapper and he kept such abnormal hours when he was producing songs, that most people (that wanted to live until their next birthday) gave him a wide berth when he was sleeping.

Despite the closeness that the maknae line had with their hyungs, there were still some boundaries that you just didn’t cross over. With Seokjin-hyung, you should never leave food out of the fridge or forget to tell him that you used the last of an ingredient, so he could buy more. With Rapmon-hyung, you didn’t mess around during interview practice. Hobi-hyung, although usually the perpetual optimist and good-natured, was a strict dance teacher and the neatest member of BTS dorm. He also flatly refused to tolerate dirty clothes being left on the bathroom floor or in common areas. Min Suga-hyung… let’s just say the Maknae line learned quickly when not to pester or tease him. The rapper could be like a pressure cooker: his feelings clamped down and hidden until he was pushed beyond his typical stoicism, for good or bad.

Jimin shook his head, at the thought of Hobi-hyung’s antics, as he went to get juice from the fridge. He found that he wasn’t very hungry, which for him was to be expected after a show, but the dryness and rough feeling in his throat needed to be dealt with. He glanced out of the window, the day was overcast and promised to be cooler than the last 3 days. The cold tile floor of the kitchen made him shiver.

He headed to the living room with his drink and sat cross-legged on the sofa, letting his neck stretch out over the low back of the couch. As he sipped at the juice, he looked through his upcoming schedule on his phone. Today he was free and tomorrow, but the next day was a promotional event for the new album.

From where he sat, he heard a door open and close again, followed by a shuffling sound of slippers. Taehyung must be up then. The second youngest member appeared in the entry to the common area, swathed in a thick robe and a warm looking scarf. His face was still puffy from sleep and he walked as though each step was a trial of endurance, whining pathetically.

“Jimbinie!!! I thig I’b dying! Take care of Tan for be when I’b gone!” The slightly younger boy dragged himself over to Jimin and promptly curled up on the couch with his head in Jimin’s lap, facing the other vocalist’s stomach, “I’b soooo tired and… RAESSSHH!!! I keep sneezing. I thig we and out of tissues. Ughhh… I used so many last night. My nose hurts…”

Jimin rolled his eyes at the younger singer’s ingrained inability to cover himself when he sneezed. No one’s ears or clothes were safe around Tae when his allergies got to him. Or… when he was sick…

With that thought, Jimin gently placed a caring hand onto the forehead of the squirming lump in his lap that was still bemoaning his bad luck.

“... And my face will never look the same as it did! I’b sure of it! Mby nose looks worse than when I got that sunburn last year. Do you thig that the Stylist-Noona could help…? Hmmm, maybe not…” Tae paused to unleash a violent double, “REFFFTT!!! HAESSSCH!”

Jimin blinked in the wake of the gale-force trauma. Taehyung had been so absorbed in his thoughts that again he hadn’t turned away at all and had sprayed Jimin’s face and outstretched arm as well. The older boy struggled with feelings of disgust for a moment, but just sighed, wiping his face with a clean part of the t-shirt he had slept in.

“Well, at least you don’t seem to have a fever. You just caught a cold, Tae-tae. Did you take any medicine?”

Tae thought about that idea for a moment, before shaking his head,

“Not yet. I hadn’t thought about it.” His face lit up like a light bulb, “Oh! We should ask Seokjin-hyung, if he has some!” The younger man always thought Jin had the answer, no matter what the question was. Jimin shook his head and started to reply, only to have his voice come out as a barely audible squeak. He cleared his throat with a wince. Definitely, a sore throat, then. Either he hadn’t noticed how tight his throat had been while he was performing last night or… could he be getting sick too? He could worry about that later. He tried again,

“Seokjin-hyung is visiting his family today. The others are brainstorming for the rap sections of the new songs at the studio.” Jimin chewed his lip thoughtfully, since he was the only member close by and he was older, he would have to be a good hyung to Tae until the others were back. He eased a protesting Taehyung off of his lap and pulled the fluffy throw blanket that decorated the couch over the younger member. “I will check to see if we have any medicine and then I’ll come right back.” Tae’s lower lip protruded about an extra inch, but he nodded in agreement.

Returning to the kitchen, Jimin began to comb through the cabinet for the members’ first aid supplies and medicines. He was forced to pause his search as an urgent tickle formed just behind the bridge of his nose. The feeling was so strong that he shuddered as it pitched him forward the soft but intense, "Hiiphhitshu!", sneezing into cupped hands. This amplified and changed the noise making it sound hollow and tired to his own ears. He sniffled against his wrist experimentally. Good, his nose hadn't started running. That would have been embarrassing. He finished searching first the kitchen, followed by the two bathrooms. For all his efforts, he had found only an empty foil pack of cold pills in the bathroom closest to Namjoon-hyung's room. Great..

Returning to the living room, Jimin found the younger member fast asleep, his arms clamped like a vice around a throw pillow. The sight made him smile. He had to go and get back quickly. Jimin wrote a quick note saying he was going to the small corner store down the road to get more medicine. He attached the note to the water bottle and left it on the table where Tae would see it.

Jimin wanted to get this errand done as quickly as he could, so that the others would have one less thing to worry about when they got back. He grabbed his comfortable sneakers and left, jogging down the sidewalk.

The day was darkened by granite colored clouds shifting overhead. Jimin felt a drop of rain fall onto his hair, then another hit his forehead. This drop rolled down his nose, triggering a pair of ticklish sneezes, "iiiphitchhhuuuuuh! Hiisshhu!" This time he felt his nose start to drip, he wiped the liquid away with a knuckle, and shivered as another drop struck his neck and ran down his back under his t-shirt.

It was then that he realized that he hadn't changed before leaving. He was in the same comfy pair of sweatpants and t-shirt that he had slept in. He hadn't even thought about bringing a jacket with him. He would have to move faster then… He began to run as more drops fell, changing the world around him.

About 5 minutes later, he entered the small, locally-owned store. He bowed an apology to the granny behind the counter for getting her floor wet. She brushed off the apology and said,

"It's no trouble. You shouldn't be out walking in this type of weather like this. Please be careful of your health."

Jimin grinned, touched by her kindness and sniffled before asking if she sold any cold medicine. She clucked over him and his wet clothes with grandmotherly gusto, and led him to a small section of tablets and dissolvable medicines. Jimin selected both nighttime and daytime cold pills and a few boxes of tissues. As he walked up to the register to pay, he happened to glance outside. His face fell; the rain was coming down a lot harder now.

"Um… Halmeoni? You wouldn't sell umbrellas here would you?" He asked sheepishly, feeling like a grade schooler who hadn't studied for a pop quiz.

The older woman shook her head,

"I'm sorry, young man, but we sold our last one this morning. I don't even own one to lend you, since I live just upstairs."

Jimin reassured her that he would be alright and tied the tops of the bags shut tightly to protect the purchases from the weather, before leaving the store. The rain was like a curtain, making it harder to see and hear. He was running, but he was still getting drenched. The lower parts of his pants were wet up to his shins. His shirt was worse, but the most annoying part was his hair being plastered to his forehead, dripping cold water into his eyes.

The temperature outside seemed to drop as he ran. His strong legs, used to dancing, did not do as well at dodging puddles. He hunched his shoulders against the chilly breeze that blew more of the downpour into his face, and pushed himself to run across the street to the turn off for the dorm.

A passing car heedlessly finished what the weather had started, sending a spray of water over Jimin, like a miniature tidal wave. With a soft curse, he kept running until he reached the overhang of the door to the dorm. Although he personally thought not many situations warranted this type of language, he was sure this was one of the few that did. He could feel the congestion building in his head, as he entered the warmer building.

Jimin slumped against the door as it closed behind him, his soaked shirt and pants clung to him like a second skin. He doubled over as the need to sneeze overpowered him again, his hair raining droplets as he shook from cold and the force of the sneezes,

"H'diiitssh! Hiiiissssh!" He sniffled and let out a small groan of displeasure. He dropped the bags inelegantly to the floor and stumbled as he tried to remove his shoes and peeled off his socks, heading straight to his room. Once he had changed into dry clothes, he really wasn't shivering that much… just more than he would like to be. Over the dry sweatpants and tee, he put on the warmest sweater he had. It was about two sizes too big for him, but that added warmth. His hair was still wet, but he really should check on Taehyung.

Upon entering the living room, he found Taehyung awake and watching Iron Man on the couch, he was giggling at the puns and sniffling by turns. When the younger member saw Jimin, he started.

"Whooah! What happened? I woke up and you were gone. Did you just get out of the shower?"

Jimin just smiled, amused by Tae's obliviousness to the note on the water bottle he held.

"I had to go get a few things…"

Taehyung interjected with a loud,

"HAAAEFFT!", again aiming openly at the air in front of him. Jimin frowned, wiping water away that was dripping from his hair. He untied the bags and gave one of the boxes of tissues to the younger member. He popped 2 tablets into Tae's hand with a weary smile, "Here, these should help you to not feel so bad."

Taehyung thanked him enthusiastically, but noticed that Jimin's hand was shaking as he was handing over the pills… and the not so subtle sniffle into the cuff of his sweater sleeve.

"Jiminie! You aren't sick too, are you…?"

Jimin wanted to crawl under the carpet. Tae would pick now to pay attention… Fixing a smile on his face, he opted for a safe answer,

" It's rainy and cold outside, Tae." Taehyung frowned,

"But that's not what I asked?"

Jimin was saved from answering by the sound of a commotion by the front door. Hoseok, Namjoon, and Yoongi-hyungs came in followed shortly after by Jungkook. All were mostly dry, but looked tired and ready to relax for a change. Jungkook and Namjoon-hyung were squabbling over English spellings for the rap verses.

Hobi yelled over the din that he was going to grab a shower.

"I don't have time to get sick!"

Jimin heard this comment and mentally kicked himself. None of the group had time to be sick right now. He was just going to cause problems for everyone, he should just hole up in his room until the worst was over. Better that, than to have the group incapacitated because of him.

Min Yoongi, ignoring the battle of Leader vs. Maknae, came into the living room. He blinked in surprise as he saw Tae and Jimin. His normally sleepy eyes taking in Tae's pale face and chapped nose, all the cold pills and tissues on the table, and finally Jimin.

"What in the hell happened to you two?"

Jimin blushed, but again was in-tae-rupted. Taehyung was holding out both arms to Yoongi like a giant sized toddler while still sitting on the couch. He barely recognized the sneeze that tore out of him like a freight train,

"HAAARESSSSH! HYUUUUUNGG! Welcombe back!"

The quiet rapper walked over to Tae and gently, but firmly lowered the younger man's arms. Yoongi-hyung's dark eyes searched Tae's face and the older member laid a soft hand on the vocalist's cheek. After a moment, Min Yoongi exhaled, apparently his examination showed no signs of fever. Taehyung closed his eyes, enjoying the attention from his hyung. This was poorly thought out, however as he received a hard flick to the forehead from the exasperated man in front of him. Tae clutched at his forehead and cried out with exaggerated protestations.

"Yoongi-hyung! Why would you do that to me?!? I'b sick!"

"Exactly, babo! What business did you have getting sick anyway? Damn it, this is going to be a long day." The older man rubbed at his own face vigorously with both hands, as if trying to wake himself up from a nightmare.

Hearing Taehyung's cry of indignation, the leader and maknae entered the living room. Kim Namjoon saw immediately that Tae was mostly fine, since Yoongi-hyung had been sure of this enough to reprimand the young vocalist. The leader knew the other rapper well enough to know that if Tae was really in bad shape, Min Yoongi would have been full of quiet concern, instead of lectures. Tae was pouting now with all his might, causing Kookie to burst into a fit of giggles. The leader smiled and added insult to injury by saying,

" Yoongi-hyung is right, Taehyungie! You should have taken better care of yourself." Rapmon glanced at Yoongi, whose attention had shifted to the other vocalist, who was trying his best not to shiver, without much success.

"Why is your hair so wet?" Demanded the older rapper, imperiously. Jimin flushed bright pink again and couldn't bring himself to meet the older man's penetrating gaze. When Jimin hesitated, Rapmon moved towards him purposefully. He felt Jimin's face and neck as the younger man shivered violently at the touch of his hyung's cool hands on his skin.

"H-hyung… his skin is like ice!" Namjoon actually stammered in his surprise. Yoongi-hyung's eyebrows instantly met each other in the middle of his forehead, the only visual indication of concern that he ever really showed. The older rapper joined the younger in front of Jimin. His long-fingered hands, felt carefully for the glands through Jimin's neck. He raised an eyebrow as the vocalist winced at the tenderness in his throat.

Jimin sighed in defeat. He had tried so hard not to give his hyungs any reason to worry about him. He felt tears prick the corners of his eyes and quickly blinked them back. Min Yoongi proceeded to feel the young man's forehead, frowning. He asked much more gently,

"What happened, Jiminie?"

Jimin inhaled, but instead of words, he suddenly released a congested sneeze into cupped hands. His head shook, not unlike a dog shaking off bath water, and the same type of result happened. RM and Yoongi shielded themselves with their arms as the raindrops were redistributed around the room. Jimin sat down hard and buried his face in his hands and murmured an apology.

He heard Rapmon's deep voice, "Don't." The one word had multiple implications.

Jimin raised his head shyly and saw four pairs of eyes looking at him. Tae had come off of the couch and was scooting along on his bottom until he was right beside Jimin. He wrapped his arms around the sicker boy and looked up at Kookie, Yoongi-hyung and Rapmon-hyung's faces.

"You weren't here and I wasn't feeling well. Jiminie-hyung went to get medicine." Tae said sweetly.

Namjoon's eyes widened,

"You… you were out?... in that?" His voice cracked in shock, as he gestured wildly at the window, showcasing the pelting rain still falling outside. Jimin nodded, a single tear trickled down his cheek.

"We should have checked on you both this morning and… Jimin… are you… oh no, don't cry, Chim-chim!" Jungkook looking shattered, crouched down and wiped away the teardrop and the next two that fell, as he spoke. Yoongi-hyung's hand moved Kookie aside gently, and helped Jimin to stand putting an arm around the younger man's back.

"Namjoonie, get Jimin to bed, I'm going to make some soup for him and Tae. Keep him warm, we don't want him getting worse." The oldest rapper turned to Jungkook and told him " Kookie, go grab a towel and some of the cold pills for Jimin."

Jimin,quiet until now, was pushed beyond his emotional limit. He had made such a mess of things. He felt at that moment that the earth swallowing him up would be preferable, to being guided by Rapmon from the living room. He broke down in heartbroken sobs.

"Hyung! I'm so sorry! I wanted you to not have to worry about Tae. But I just made things worse!" Tears were streaming down his cheeks and Jimin was pretty sure his nose was running too. Rapmon took a gentle hold of the young singer's shoulders, giving him a gentle shake.

"You never make anything worse. You, me, all of us. We are a team, we rise or fall together. You are doing your best just like we all are. Everyone needs someone. We are just lucky to have 6 people each that care more about us than anyone else in the world. And caring means showing your whole self to your family. Good, bad, all of it."

Jimin wiped his eyes on his sleeves, and sniffled, his breathing reduced to small, shuddering pants. Namjoon-hyung was still looking at him with kindness. Not angry or frustrated with him as most people would be, when dealing with such an inconvenience after a long day of work (which they loved in spite of the stress).

In Jimin's room, the leader of BTS pulled back the covers from the bed and helped Jimin to get into bed. Rapmon was not liking the lack of color in Jimin's face.

"Can you tell me how you are feeling?" He asked, not wanting to put additional pressure on the sick younger man,

"I want to be able to help…" after a moment's pause, he added, "It's a curse… if I am not helping, I am not alive." He grinned, showing off his dimples,

"Seriously, when you aren't feeling well, tell us. It gives me a good feeling, if I can help someone. Did you feel good helping Tae?"

Jimin nodded slowly, his emotional breaking point had come and gone, leaving only bone deep exhaustion behind it. He lay back against the pillows and sighed, as his hyung pulled the covers up around him.

"Okay, then, it's the same for all of us hyungs. Having someone rely on you is scary sometimes, but it's the best when you or Tae-tae or Kookie have an easier time because we could help you through something hard. This,..." Rapmon said, gesturing to Jimin's tissues and tear stained sweater,

"This is your "something hard" right now. Okay? I really want to help you feel better; anything I can do to help, I'd love to make this easier on you." Slowly, Jimin reached out and took his leader's hand. Rapmon gave his hand a reassuring squeeze.

"My throat, it hurts a lot. It wasn't this bad earlier. My head is stuffy, and it's hard to breathe sometimes. I'm sneezing a lot, and tired, but I think I will be okay after food and rest."

Namjoon smiled at Jimin and ruffled his hair tenderly. Jimin felt the tell tale prickling feeling and scrabbled to get tissues in time, flinging himself away from Rapmon. He sneezed wetly into the tissues,

"H'phhhiish!! Isssh! Hih-hhhhssshuu!"

"Wow!" Namjoon applauded comedically. Jimin smiled falteringly, before turning serious, anxious eyes on his leader.

"You should go, Hyung… I don't want any of you getting sick because of me." The worse case scenario played out in his head in an instant, of 7 ill members unable to sing or dance properly, unable to greet fans and compounding illness with exhaustion. This thought chasm was sinking him lower into the same feelings of self-loathing and anger at his own weakness again.

To Jimin's utter shock, instead of shying away or agreeing with him, the leader of BTS pulled the younger man into a tight embrace.

"We are a team." Namjoon repeated firmly, "If I left you all alone feeling this way, I would never be able to forgive myself or call myself a leader. We love you, Jiminie! We can't and won't just abandon you in here. You'll never get rid of us."

There was a soft knock on the door, before Tae popped his head in.

"I'b coming in…" The other sick boy shuffled his way to the bed, and climbed in with Jimin. Jimin started to protest that he didn't want Tae getting worse, but Taehyung only smiled and cuddled up to his next oldest friend and said matter-of-factly,

"Suga-hyung is bringing soup and he told me to come in here."

The door opened to reveal Jungkook with the promised towel and behind him came Yoongi carrying a tray with two bowls of soup. Kookie began to dry of Jimin's hair at long last and placed the towel like a shawl over the older boy's shoulders.

Yoongi passed the steaming bowls to the two sick maknae line members and nodded in satisfaction as they began to eat. His hand came to rest on top of Jimin's head in a comforting gesture.

"No more keeping things from your hyungs…" stated Yoongi-hyung flatly, "Even if I take the others' phones away so that they focus for 10 seconds in a row, mine is still always on. We can't leave all the singing to Kookie, or he'll get more full of himself than he is already." The startled a laugh out of the sick pair.

Suddenly, the laughter was broken by a frustrated yell coming from the bathroom,

"Where the @#$! is my towel?!?!?" Hobi screeched.

Everyone turned to look at Jungkook, who shrugged, and burst out laughing. Jimin felt his insecurities fade as his family's laughter rang out through the dorm. With them, he was home.

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Breakups are not pretty

Chapter 4 from the Series: Before you go

Synopsis: Wanting to escape the unending criticism from your peers and parents about your life choices, you flew to L.A to figure out your life. On the same flight, you encounter an early debut, full of dreams, Bangtan Sonyeondan. Not knowing that that encounter will change your life forever.

Pairing: Jimin x reader, Taehyung x reader, Jin x OC, OT5 x reader platonic love

Wc:2.4k

Fic Type: Slice of life au

Genre: !!!A WHOLE LOT OF ANGST!!!

Warning: few cuss words

A/n: Hi! Hope you enjoy chapter 4!!

“Y/n!” Jeongguk ran as soon as he saw you, lifting you from the ground with his hug. “What happened to your knee?” he switched from his bunny smile to a concerned look on his face as soon as he saw your wound when he let you go. “She scraped it when she and Tae bumped each other. I took her here to tend to it.” Jimin explained as the rest of Soo Yun’s group approached you.

“Hey, Y/n, this is Namjoon, our leader.” Jin placed both his hands on Namjoon’s shoulders. “Hi, I heard a lot about you” He reached his hand to you, shaking it weirdly fast. You were agitated in meeting their group’s leader as if you’re meeting Jimin’s parent. You saw Namjoon’s eyebrows pull together from your twitchy handshake.

“Why do you look both flushed?” Soo Yun suspiciously eyeing you and Jimin as you are both too stiff to talk and move from the recent event that took place in the van. “Nothing, nothing happened.” you and Jimin exclaimed with eyebrows raised and hands waving no. As if the two of you were not acting suspicious enough, when Namjoon opened the van, slight steam was felt covering the windows from your almost lovemaking.

Soo Yun instantly knew what happened and gave you and Jimin a wide smile and thumbs-up as she entered the van. You and Jimin looked at each other, trying so hard not to laugh in this crazy scenario you both created. Silently thanking Soo Yun’s the only one who noticed. He tucked your stray hair behind your ear, grinned at you, and entered the van. Making you more confused than you already were. Taking a deep breath, you shook all anxious feelings and entered the car.

“So where are we going?” You asked as you plopped beside Soo Yun at the front of their 8-seater van with Jimin behind you. “Jin’s treating me and everyone for dinner because I helped them with their fliers when I was looking for you.” her smile was through the roof, biting her lower lip to prevent being too clear about her crush on Jin. Jin who’s seated at the driver’s seat beside Namjoon looked back at you and Soo Yun and said, “She sold out our concert, men were filing for our fliers” shaking his head in amazement.

Taehyung opened the van, immediately seeing you “Are you okay, y/n?” scanning your grazed knee sitting beside you. “Yup! I’m fine now, is your forehead okay?” brushing his hair up to check his forehead by reflex. You can see he was surprised by your sudden action with his widened eyes and blushed cheeks. You can feel Jimin’s eyes on you and Taehyung, thankfully, Yoongi and another member arrived, erasing the awkward scenario that you created. Or that’s what you thought.

“How’re the lovebirds? Yoongi’s gummy smile appeared while sitting next to Jimin looking at the both of you. You wanted to protest but no words were coming out of your mouth, you looked to Soo Yun for help. “Hi, I’m Soo Yun!” She turned and held her hand to Yoongi, glancing at you with You owe me a story, a very detailed one. Then back on introducing herself. Yoongi shook her hand and introduced himself. “I’m Yoongi and this is Hobi, pointing at the last member who came inside and sat at the back.” Hobi sheepishly waved his hand looking at you and Soo Yun. “Hey, I saw you earlier! You’re the one who was doing a dance battle with a street performer earlier right?” Soo Yun fully knelt in her seat to see Hobi at the back clearly. Everyone turned their heads to Hobi, surprised at Soo Yun’s news. All members started to laugh explaining that Hobi tends to dance at every chance that he gets at all times of the day. He sinks in his seat also laughing.

“Where are we going to eat?” you asked once the laughter died down and Jin started to drive. “We’re going back to our dorm, Jin and I are going to cook,” Yoongi exclaimed without looking at you focusing on his phone. “We’re also going to have a movie night tonight if you both want to join.” Taehyung chided in, firstly glancing towards his hyungs at the back for approval, seeing Hobi and Namjoon nod in agreement his face lit up. “Yeah, you should join, it’s going to be more fun with you there.” Jimin looks at you with his arms crossed in his chest and a gentle smile on his face. “We’d like to join the movie night!” Soo Yun puts her arms around you not giving you a chance to protest. You see Jin smiling from the rearview mirror. You sigh as maybe this can give Soo Yun her chance to be happy.

You and Soo Yun settled in the living room with their huge sofa while Jin and Yoongi started cooking dinner and the others took their showers. “Don’t you have practice today? We don’t want to cause trouble,” you asked Jimin while handing you a glass of water “No, it’s okay. Today’s our day-off, we just had to finish giving off fliers. Tomorrow’s our last day of practice before the concert.” you just smile and nodded, limiting your conversation with him to not gain suspicion from the other members.

You can’t help but replay what happened earlier in your mind on repeat. The way he kisses you intensely yet gently, his soft touch caressing your thighs and waist, and the way he looked at you while kissing you. Is that how it should feel like? You’re also intimate with Jae, but it didn’t feel like that. Not in the long run.

You shake your head to dismiss the comparison in your mind, but Soo Yun won’t let you have it. “So.. what happened in the van?” cockily nudging you when Jimin left the room to shower. “And don’t say nothing, I know that flushed look on your face. At first, I thought you were both just hot from L.A heat, because I get it.” she trails off, you really can’t get away from her sharp senses, you thought “But then, the steam from the car gave it all away. I know sex steam when I see one.” she continues with bewildered eyes. You can’t bullshit your way out of this, so you told her everything, not that you wanted to keep things from her. It’s just you just cheated on your boyfriend. It’s nothing to be proud of.

“You have to break up with Jae. I understand how you feel, but no matter how bland your relationship with Jae is, you must not be unfair to him. Ask Jimin what this is, and if this is just some random hook up, then he’s the asshole and you deserve better than the both of them.” she said with a serious but concerned look on her face. “I know you don’t want to repeat what happened before, Y/n” she continued.

No, you don’t want that happening again. It’s the reason why you don’t have friends in school and one of the main reasons you decided to leave Korea. “And Jae’s shit anyway, when’s the last time he gave a fuck about you?” Soo Yun’s starting to be upset by the tone of her voice.

You did nothing but listen to her. You know she’s right, about everything. But whatever she said, you can’t help but think that Jae’s been there when the issue spread out. He stayed with you even though people hated you. He was there. You just can’t dismiss that. Now you feel like getting upset. You hate this. You hate the feeling that whenever you see Jimin, you feel different. Different good. You hate the way he treats you like you’re precious to him. Why? Why can’t you stop comparing what you have with Jae for a year with what you have with Jimin in a few days.

“Y/n, are you okay?” you snap out of your state and see Taehyung looking at you worried. You met with his eyes tearful. You immediately wiped your eyes and smiled, not wanting to impose anything on these boys. You may not know them for a long time, but you are thankful for meeting them. “Yeah, I’m fine, I just got something in my eye,” you went and got your pocket mirror from your bag and pretended to look in your eyes. Soo Yun and Taehyung weren’t having it but decided not to pry furthermore.

“We’re all in the kitchen to set-up the table, if you want to come” Taehyung displayed an uptight look on his face gesturing to follow him, disappearing in the hallway. You gathered your things and stood up, Soo Yun tugged your arm and said “Hey, I’m sorry y/n, I didn’t mean to upset you. I just don’t want to see you hurt again.” You looked at her and saw the sincerity from her words. Even if she didn’t say anything you knew her words were just to care for you. “It’s okay, you were right anyway, I’ll talk to Jimin tonight.” genuinely smiling at her holding her hand, leading her to the hall.

You see Jin and Yoongi still cooking in the kitchen adjacent to their huge dining area, as you and Soo Yun sat down. Namjoon and Hobi on the other side with their phones and Taehyung in their front, keeping his concerned eyes on you. You look at him, smiled, and winked, signaling him that you’re fine and he shouldn’t worry. He smiled and nodded, resuming playing games on his phone. You look at him wishing you had met Tae earlier, how would it be nice to have someone like him as a friend. You remembered how you had no one before, except Soo Yun, but in a Long distance relationship.

Jimin entered the room with Jeongguk holding rice bowls and utensils, you got up to help him, but he just shook his head, bedazzling you with the smile that makes him squint his eyes and his semi-wet hair from his shower. He sat next to you after distributing the bowls, covering you with his scent that you remember from the plane. That fresh comforting linen, baby powder-ish scent. You wanted to wear that black hoodie he was wearing, enveloping you with his natural fragrance. You find yourself having to remind yourself to behave until you figure out what you are going to do.

“We heard a lot about you, y/n,” Hobi teasingly said looking at Jimin’s pinkish cheeks. Jeongguk, on the other hand, snickered by himself, trying hard not to comment as if Jimin already told him off earlier. “What stories?” Soo Yun sarcastically chided switching seats to be closer with Jeongguk and Tae.

Thankfully, before anything erupted, Jin entered carrying a whole pressure cooker, while Yoongi carried a whole pot. The pressure cooker contained Marinated short ribs - savory, sweet, and sticky - everything you love in a Korean short rib, and a potful of Soondubu stew. It’s only been a few weeks since you left home, but you’d give anything for your dad’s cooking again. You look at your phone after eating, 6:33 pm no wonder you’re so hungry, you only had street food for lunch, you can’t believe so much time has passed, and you all did nothing but laugh at the boys’ stories during their trainee and early debut years.

You all switched phone numbers and got added to group chats evoked by Soo Yun and Jin to tease you and Jimin, but you bet it wasn’t really intended for you and him. They’ve been checking out each other all night, casually joking that they’ll sit together during movie night.

Sitting back in the living room with popcorn on top of your thighs, Hobi popped Final Destination 1, as you and Soo Yun were shocked how the boys haven’t seen any movie of this masterpiece. You sat at the end of the couch with Soo Yun at your side and Jin on her’s. Jeongguk and Namjoon sat on your feet on the floor. Jimin and Yoongi sat together on the smaller sofa with Hobi and Taehyung on the floor. For the first time tonight, you were excited to share your favorite movie with your friends. Friends.

The movie’s only for 1 hour and 30 minutes, but it’s been 2 hours now and it’s still not finished due to Jin and Hobi’s continued pausing to breathe and the group making fun of their jumpy members. You and Soo Yun laughed like never before until you checked your phone for the time.

5 missed calls from Jae

Call back?

Jae would like to video chat with you

“Fuck!” You involuntarily cussed, turning all heads on you and as you click the accept call button Jae shouted “What are you doing? I’ve been calling you for the past 30 minutes!” Your hands started to shake as you excuse yourself from the living room and into the balcony, waving at them to continue the movie without you and ignoring Jimin’s distressed eyes on you.

“Where are you? Who were those guys??” You can see Jae’s enraged expression towards you, “What the fuck are you doing, y/n? Are you cheating on me?” He continues “No Jae, I’m --” He keeps overlapping with your words not letting you explain. “This is how you thank me for being with you after the entire University labeled you as slut?”

Your heart dropped from his words. Flashbacks on how your schoolmates treated you back then, from the rumor your supposed to be friend started, how your mom blamed you for the said rumor, and how you were depressed for months before deciding to come here.

“Maybe you are one,” he scoffs. You can no longer ignore the pent up dejection, and misery you have been feeling as tears freely coated your cheeks. “I’m done with you, y/n,” those were his last words before hanging up.

He didn’t even give you a chance to explain. You were too shocked as sobs were released from your mouth. You want to stop crying, but your eyes won’t let you, you can’t move your body as your mind is still processing what happened. “Y/n?” You involuntarily turn around hearing your name, Tae’s standing there, surprised seeing you with tears on your face. Without hesitation, he walked towards you, grabbed your arm, and enveloped you in his hug, arms wrapping around your figure, pressing your face in his chest. “It’s okay to cry, I’m here now,” He said, placing kisses on your forehead.

#BTS Au #BTS IMAGINE #Jimin smut #Jimin Angst #Kim Namjoon #Kim Seokjin #Min Yoongi #Jung Hoseok #Park Jimin #Kim Taehyung #Jeon Jungkook #Before You go

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