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The Back of Your Car (myg)

Summary- How would you deal if you were stuck in the trunk of your best friend’s car with your new crush?

word count- 3.3k

pairing- undergroundrapper!yoongi x recentgraduate!reader

rating- R

genre- fluff, smut(ish?), friends2lovers, collegeau

warnings- nothing too bad, just making out and dry humping to orgasm lol, oh and swearing.

a.n- my first Yoongi fic? Yes sirrrrrrr. I be simping for this man all day everyday. Also, yes the premise is dumb but also who doesn’t wanna be locked in a trunk with Yoongi. Just me? Okay. Coolcoolcool.

This was written for the ‘A Long Hot Summer’ project by @thebtswritersclub​. The member I picked was Yoongi and the sense I chose was touch, because when you can’t see you can only feel. 👀  Hope you like it!

Feedback much appreciated! 💕

gif is not mine! :)

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“Really guys? Really?” You sighed as you stared at the small trunk of Jin’s sedan. You were so done with your friends. The audacity of them to ask you to jump into the trunk for the two-hour-long ride. 

“What? We cleared all the junk for you! Plus it’s not like you’ll be alone.” Namjoon stated matter-of-factly, his hands on his hips.

Your friends had been planning this week-long trip to Jin’s cottage for the past month as the last hurrah before everyone really started working in the real world, and somehow everyone had missed the fact that two cars would not be enough for your group of ten and all your belongings.

You had been friends with most of them since at least the start of university, over five years ago, but you’d be lying if you said they still didn’t annoy you at times. Well, you had been friends with everyone except Min Yoongi, the person you were being forced to now share this tiny trunk with.

“Why can’t Jungkook and I share the trunk?” You looked pleadingly at your closest friend. Jungkook and you had been friends since childhood and his bunny smile was present in almost all your pictures. Although you had been introduced when he and your younger brother became friends in fifth grade, it soon became evident that he and you were a better friendship fit as after middle school his appearances at your house soon turned from gaming with your brother to watching movies and arguing over anime in your bedroom. He had seen you madly in love with your first boyfriend and then seen you ugly cry, wasted at 2 am after your first breakup. Whereas, you had been there to buy him a cake and blast Lonely Island in his dorm when he lost his virginity in his freshman year of university. Jungkook was comfortable, Jungkook was easy. Plus, your habit of platonic cuddles made you far more comfortable spooning him for two hours than the mysterious Yoongi, who you met four months ago and may or may not be harboring a massive crush on.

“Noona, I can barely fit in there alone! You and hyung are the smallest of the group. It just makes sense!” Jungkook looked proud of his logic, patting your head smugly as you glared at him. You hated that he was now the muscle-bound version of the scrawny kid you used to know but more so you hated that he was entirely justified in his logic.

“But what if we get rear-ended? I will die! Do you want me to die?!” You were exasperated as you stared at the group with wide eyes. This was not how you imagined the end of your summer before the real world to be - with Hosoek’s car filled with all your supplies, taking up most of the backseat, leading to your dilemma. Who had thought it was a good idea to bring an icebox that won’t fit in the trunk? Well, none other than the host, Jin, who insists his steaks needed ample room to breathe in the ice for the ride up to the woods.

“You can get in first, so if we get rear-ended my death will cushion you,” Yoongi spoke softly, looking at you as you blinked dumbfoundedly at him. Although you were sure this was part of his dark humor, you felt a flush creep up your neck at his attempt to dissuade your worries.

Yoongi was introduced to your friends through Namjoon. Your tightly knit group of friends barely talked to anyone else but Namjoon was the social butterfly, always at parties or networking for his Soundcloud growth. He was an amazing rapper, selling out most small clubs he performed at. That’s where he had met Yoongi, befriending him when they performed together, and slowly integrating him into your clan. At first, it didn’t seem like his quiet, introspective persona would fit in your group’s dynamic, what with Jimin and Taehyung’s constant platonic PDA, Hoseok and Namjoon’s rap battles, and Jin, Jungkook and your bickering, but he seemed to have found a groove, seamlessly integrating himself. His deadpan comments whenever Jimin and Taehyung got too much, his addition to the rap battles, and his role as a mediator over your arguments had slowly made Yoongi a solid part of your dynamic in a short amount of time. Even Namjoon and Jin’s girlfriends who had been a part of the crew for over one and two years, respectively, hadn’t gelled in this fast, still feeling like they were eight-wheeling a giant polyamorous group.

“Umm… thanks? But that’s not the point. We shouldn’t have to ride in the trunk because Jin’s precious icebox stole the seat!” You tried to play it cool, ignoring the amused smirk that Jungkook threw your way as he spied your face heating up. He was all too aware of your crush and would take every opportunity to make you feel awkward around Yoongi.

“Okay tell you what. If you guys ride in the back, we’ll give you guys the best room in the house. First pick and everything,” Jin negotiated, clearly annoyed at the situation and wanting to get on the road.

“Alright. One more condition though. You all are buying mine and Yoongi’s drinks for the whole trip.” You acquiesce, because to be honest the master bedroom at Jin’s cottage was the most coveted spot, usually not even up for discussion. It boasted a king bed with the softest mattress imaginable, not to mention the ensuite bathroom consisting of a jacuzzi. You were beyond excited to snag that baby to yourself for the week. Plus, with your alcohol tolerance being among the highest of the group, you were excited not to drop any money on alcohol.

With hums and cheers of agreement, the party started moving along. You climbed in Jin’s trunk first, opting to face Yoongi rather than spoon him awkwardly. He climbed in with much less resistance than you, curling up as far as he could. Space, however, was smaller than you had anticipated and in this position, even though you both crossed your arms, your knees and arm were touching. You were happy when Namjoon abruptly shut the top, engulfing you both in darkness since it hid how red your face had become at the proximity. Your skin felt like it was on fire where it touched his, your heart speeding. You wondered if he could hear it and if it was healthy if it kept this pace for the next two hours.

Surprisingly you could barely hear what was happening in the car, voices coming through in muffled and music barely audible, drowned by the hum of the engine that roared through as the car started moving, slowly jostling you.

“You okay?” Yoongi asked tentatively after a few minutes. “You seemed a bit nervous about getting in.”

“Yeah, it’s just a little claustrophobic.” You weren’t lying, although it felt more so because of your feelings for Yoongi. Although you routinely hang out with him and your friends, practically every day this summer, if you were really counting, you had never once hung out with him alone. Even when he requested to record your vocals for one of his songs, Namjoon had been there. Now just sitting with him alone you felt extremely awkward, unable to deal with your feelings.

“Here, let me turn my flashlight on,” he said as he dug around for his phone in his pocket, one of his calves now between yours. “I heard that light can help with that.”

You were suddenly blinded as he turned on his flashlight. As your eyes adjusted to the onslaught of photons, you saw Yoongi’s face, much closer than you had thought it’d be. Although you had found him attractive since the first time you met him, you had never seen him this close. His cheeks were squished by his shoulder, his long black bangs swept haphazardly across his forehead as his lips pursed in a little pout. You didn’t think you could find him more attractive but he took your breath away. You don’t know how long you just stared at him but your trance was broken as you saw his lips move, registering what he was saying far more slowly than usual.

“I’m sorry you’re in here with me. I’m not the best company, I know.” He averted his gaze opting to look above him.

“What? Why would you say that?”

“I don't know. You wanted to be in here with Jungkook. I understand though, he’s much nicer than I am.” Your heart fell at that. You didn’t think he would be bothered by your insistence to be with Jungkook and you were starting to feel guilty.

“I only said that because I didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable.”

“You don’t have to say that. It’s fine I get it. You don’t really like me.” He looked into your eyes, trying to search for any dishonesty.

“Of course I like you. What?”

“Oh? It’s just that you never talk to me.” Oh if only he knew the reason why you never talked to him was that you were scared you were going to stumble over your words and make a fool out of yourself.

“I… You never talk to me either!” You tried to move further away from him so he couldn’t make out the flush that was creeping up with your neck, finding you had nowhere else to move to. 

“I always try to talk to you. You either answer in one word or just walk away.” Yoongi didn’t know why he was being so insistent but he needed to know. He had found you interesting the moment he met you. Every joke you made had made him laugh and he would be lying if he didn’t listen to the vocals you recorded for him almost daily. “It’s okay… I’m sorry. You just make me nervous.”

“Me? I make you nervous?” You tried to control the giggle that arose at his comment but were unsuccessful. Why would you make Yoongi of all people nervous? 

“You’re intimidating!” He laughed, smiling at you.

“Sure… Whatever you say Yoongi.”

Soon your conversation moved to a comfortable one, sharing anecdotes about your friends and laughing over their antics. You hadn’t realized how easy it would be to talk to him once you were over your nerves. You hadn’t even thought about the constant voice in your head that made you spaz every time you saw him. However, that was short-lived as suddenly, you were thrown into the darkness, the light from Yoongi’s phone cutting off.

“Ah. Sorry. I think my phone’s dead.” He reaches between you to tap his phone to no avail, his fingertips lightly brushing your skin, making your skin tingle and reminding you again why you were nervous.

“It’s okay.” You don’t know why you whispered, but somehow the dark changed the entire atmosphere - your nerves kicking into high gear again. You could feel the hum of the car, each little bump on the road overtly noticeable. If you didn’t know any better you’d say you could feel his breath on your face. Yoongi felt it too -  the comfort dissipating into tension, making his heart beat faster.

“Careful!” He hisses as the car hits an exceptionally big bump, his hand instinctively reaching out to hold your head to ensure you don’t hit it at the back, while his other goes to your waist to pull you closer. In the cramped space, there was nowhere to go and you could feel your skin heating up where he touched you, sending sparks down your spine.

The air seemed to have thickened between you - the jokes of earlier fading away to make room for whatever this tension was as your heart pounded in your chest, his breath now definitely on your face. Suddenly there’s another bump, and Yoongi takes the opportunity to pull you closer, his jean-clad leg moving further between your bare ones. You suddenly realize how close this leg is to your core, and a slight whimper escapes your lips. His eyes go wide. There’s no way that sound was for him, was it? Regardless of all the times he had dreamt of having you in his arms, surely his mind was playing tricks on him. There was no way you were actually into him like he was into you.

“Y/N…” he says softly as he tries to unsuccessfully make out your eyes in the dark. You feel your face flush as you realize that you didn’t imagine the whimper, you actually made that noise, out loud. Panicking you rack your brain for an excuse, but all you can do is say his name, speaking it breathlessly into the small space.

He feels his heart accelerate when he hears his name from your lips. If he didn’t know any better he would think it almost sounded like a plea. It’s taking all his willpower not to crash his lips against yours, to hear more of your whimpers. Before he can get too lost in his thoughts another bump on the road sends you forward, your hands fisting in his shirt, faces only a hair length apart.

You don’t know who leaned in first but soon your lips are against each other. He feels your soft lips on him and it’s like he’s in a trance. The dark seems to have heightened his senses and it's like he can feel every single movement tenfold. You move your hands from his shirt to the nape of his neck, wanting him closer and it seems that he wants the same as his hand moves from your waist to your hips, pulling you closer.

You feel his tongue on your lips and you oblige, feeling sparks of electricity flow through you as you taste him. He tastes like mint and coffee, a combination that you would have found abhorrent except right now it felt like the sweetest nectar. The kiss is desperate like if you stopped the other would disappear, and it leaves you panting. 

In between kisses, Yoongi grabs your ass, groping it and making you moan in his mouth. A smile makes its way across his face as he relishes your sounds. He can’t believe this is happening. He kisses down your jaw to your neck, wanting to taste every bit of you.

“I’ve been wanting to do this since I first saw you.” You pant in between moans as he sucks on the sensitive juncture where your neck meets your shoulders, the dark igniting a boldness in you. Hearing you say that makes him stop. He wishes he could see your face to see if you were joking, but before he can get too much in his head, he hears you whine his name.

“Me too. Fuck.” He says as he continues kissing your neck as he starts moving your hips, making you grind against him. Even through layers of clothing the friction from his thigh on your clit is palpable, making your breath hitch, your hand holding on to his sleeve at the shoulder. “Is this okay?” 

You can only moan in response as he abandons your hips now that you found a rhythm and moves his hand up towards your chest, moving it under the hem of your shirt. Your skin is deliciously soft as he strokes your stomach gently before he moves to your back in search of a clasp, only to find none. You weren’t wearing a bra and that only made him harder as he cupped your chest, feeling your nipples under his thumb as he grazed over them. The sensation was unbelievable, making you soak your panties, it was like his hands were barely there, making you arch your back, chasing his touch. You could feel your orgasm building as you felt the tension in your stomach build. He had barely even touched you and you felt like you were going to lose your mind. Each sensation felt new. You finally understood what Madonna was talking about in that song.

You pulled his face close to you mewling a “please” against his lips as you crashed your lips against them. You melt into him, the passionate kiss igniting more pleasure in both of you.

“Are you going to cum baby?” He asks, his breath mingling with your pants, the nickname warming your heart, as he pulls your head back gently by your hair, giving him more access to your neck, sucking and kissing, driving you closer to the edge. “Go ahead. Cum on my leg baby.”

The pressure inside you grows as you grind faster, the friction against your clit simultaneously too much and too little. He finally increases the pressure on your nipples, rolling them between his fingers as he ravishes your mouth with a deep kiss, making you come undone. Your legs shake, your hands grabbing at his shirt and hair, walls clenching around nothing as you cum. 

“Fuck. Yoongi” you whine as you come down from your high, his lips still on your neck, your panties sticking to you.

“God. You’re so hot.” Your moans are still ricocheting through his mind as he takes your hand in his, intertwining your fingers and kissing the top of it. Even though he didn’t get any relief and his boner still painfully lies against his tight jeans, he doesn’t mind, enjoying your scent as he nuzzles your neck.

“Yoongi, I have to tell you something.” He wishes he could see you. The way you began your sentence makes his heart ache in anticipation as you pause longer. “I like you.”

“I’m glad you don’t kiss people you hate like this.” Yoongi is elated, pulling you in for another kiss, different this time. It’s gentle and he wants to put all the emotions he’s been feeling in it. He wants to show you he likes you just the same, if not more. You pull him closer as you return the kiss, mirroring his tenderness.

“No, I mean I don’t want this to be a one-time thing.” It makes his heart race. He can’t believe how lucky he is.

“I’ve been dreaming about you since I met you, do you think I’m going to let you go now?” He chuckles as he kisses your forehead and here cramped in the back of Jin’s car you think you’ve found heaven. “We should really thank Jin and his obsession with steaks, eh?”

You laugh as you feel the car come to a stop, giddy with endorphins, your four-month crush finally coming to fruition. The sunlight is bright when the guys open the trunk, blinding you momentarily before your eyes focus to see Yoongi smile at you, wide with his gums on display. It makes you giggle like a lovestruck teenager when he tucks your hair behind your ear. To Yoongi at that moment, you’re the most beautiful person he’s met. He climbs out of the car, helping you out as well.

“What the fuck? Did you guys make out in the back of my car?” Jin yells as he looks at the two of you and both of you go red at being caught.

“Umm… no. Why would you say that?” You avert your gaze from the broad-shouldered man bashfully as he looks at the two of you wide-eyed.

“Noona, hyung has your lipstick all over his face.” Jungkook supplies, a cocky smirk on his face, and that’s when you register Yoongi’s lips and jaw painted your signature red, making you laugh uncontrollably.

“Whatever. It looks good on me.” Yoongi says with a drawl and an eye roll as he holds your hand in his. “Let’s just go to the cottage, okay?”

He leads the group, your fingers intertwined. That week you make sure to take advantage of the room you both won. The jacuzzi does wonders to heal your soreness from your adventures in the king-sized bed, much to the chagrin of Hoseok who had the unfortunate luck of sleeping in the room next door.

Sutures - Chapter Three: Anosognosia

Genre: Soulmates AU, Idiots to Lovers, slight Enemies to Lovers

Pairing: Yoongi/Named Reader

Warnings (chapter specific): drinking, drunkenness, light smut, sex dream, implications of oral sex, obsessive behavior from an ex, unhealthy relationship dynamic (not on part of Yoongi & OC)

Synopsis: “A person often meets his destiny on the road he took to avoid it.” –Jean de la Fontaine

There was only one thing you and Min Yoongi had in common that night. You were both brokenhearted. You only intended to be together for one night, but when you both end up in the hospital the next day you discover that you are soulmates. It could kill you to be apart. As you and Yoongi attempt to sever the bond between you, will another be formed?

Notes: This was originally written and completed on Wattpad between 2018 and the beginning of 2020. I’ll be slowly posting the chapters here. I may make a tag list depending on if enough people want to follow along with updates. Leave me some feedback if you would like added to a tag list.

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Yoongi saw the look in your eyes shift from soft curiosity to sheer panic. He felt the pit of his stomach fill with guilt. He shouldn't have slept with you; sure, the two of you would still have this problem, but no one would've had reason to find your shoes. You wouldn't have had reason to leave them behind. 

He'd felt betrayed, he'd felt lonely, he'd felt unloved by those he wanted to love him most. But, that was no excuse to sleep with the first attractive girl he found. 

"Have you told Bang PD yet?" Namjoon asked, his demeanor calm, but Yoongi could see the slight shock cross over his features, causing his thick lips to pout and his chin to jut out. 

Yoongi shook his head.

"I'll call him," Namjoon said. The leader placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder. He blocked Yoongi's view of you. He worried in those few seconds you were blocked from his view that you would collapse into Namjoon's chest and cry the tears meant for him. The tears because of him. 

Namjoon left the room, leaving Yoongi alone with you. He tried his best not to focus on the way your tank top hugged your chest and exposed the hickeys he'd left the night before and that Namjoon probably noticed it too.

"You look tired," Yoongi said. "We can't do anything until tomorrow anyway. Try and get some sleep."

You nodded and Yoongi wasn't sure if you were just trying to reassure him or yourself. He remembered the way you'd fallen asleep long before he did. The way you'd fit against his body; how it felt like two puzzle pieces joining together for the first time. He blinked away the thoughts and tried to focus back down on your eyes. 

"We'll pay them off," Yoongi said. "We'll make sure nothing comes of this."

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Jihee (9:00 am): Are you all right?

Jihee (9:05 am): I heard you're in the hospital

Jihee (10:01 am): None of your members are texting me back

Jihee (12:31 pm): Baby, the news is reporting something about your soulmate? What happened last night?

Jihee (2:43 pm): Yoongi! Please respond to me! I'm worried

Jihee (5:12 pm): Yoongi...what I did last night...what happened was all a mistake...

Jihee (5:12 pm): I still love you

Jihee (6:00 pm): The news said you were released hours ago! Respond to me!

Jihee (8:20 pm): Yoongi, I miss you

Jihee (9:30 pm): I know I don't deserve you. But, please just tell me you're okay

Jihee (11:50 pm): Goodnight. Love you.

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"Baby," you moaned. Your hands slipping beneath Yoongi's shirt. They were cold, but he still loved the way they moved over his stomach and chest. Your fingertips grazing over his skin, a fingernail occasionally catching and causing him to squirm.

His hands were in your hair, messing it up and causing it to form mountain ranges as his fingers hiked the peaks and valleys. He loved the way it felt between his fingers, soft and light. 

Your lips moved from his and down to his neck where your lipstick stained his skin. He kept his grip on your hair, feeling it tug slightly as you move downward. He helped you slip his shirt off as your lips connected with his chest. 

"You don't have--"

You silenced him by tugging on the waistband of his jeans and rubbing your thumb over the button, teasing him slightly. 

"I want to," you responded, unbuttoning his jeans. 

Yoongi tightened his grip on your hair, trying not to focus on the way your lipstick was smeared above your lips. He could already imagine the way they'd look...

His head lulled back and his fingers loosened. 

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Yoongi awoke. He was covered in sweat and ran his hand through his hair. He glanced down at his phone: 6:41 am. He sighed and headed to the bathroom. 

He slapped himself softly, trying to stop the thoughts that continued to cross his mind. He didn't have feelings for you, it was simply lingering from he slept with you. Nothing else. 

He wasn't going to deny he was attracted to you, he wouldn't have gone back to your apartment otherwise, but he felt nothing romantically for you. Yoongi knew the attraction would continue and probably only get worse, but he had to fight it. The last thing he wanted to do was break either of hearts more than they already were. 

Yoongi turned on the shower, the water colder than usual.

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You stood in Yoongi's studio where he kept his computer. You'd suppressed your laughter at the ridiculous amount of hoops you'd had to jump through in order to enter. A doorbell, black curtain, and two doors. You respected the fact he took his work seriously though. The wall full of awards and trophies he'd won, a few even separate from BTS.

There was a couch in the corner, but you were too anxious to sit. You just wanted your shoes back and whoever took them to get their money and leave you alone. You were thankful your name hadn't been released and the only other person who knew the full truth was Eunji.

"There's many of us trying," Yoongi said. "Me, Namjoon, our managers, other people at the company. One of us will get them." 

You nodded and watched as the countdown on the auction neared two minutes to the end. There weren't many bids, but the shoes were somehow already over 300,000 won ($276 USD). You'd brought your knitting needles and some yarn and mindlessly knitted.

"What are you making?" Yoongi asked, a small smile breaking out across his lips. It was tiny and barely recognizable. You weren't sure if he pitied you or if simply trying to break the tension. 

"Nothing in particular," you said. "I just need something to keep me busy." 

Normally, when you went in without a plan, it turned out as a scarf. You bit you lip as the timer hit a minute. 

Yoongi saw your gaze shift to his screen and he readied to enter his bid as close to the end as he could. He entered one million won ($920.00 USD) and hovered his finger over the enter button. 

"That's too much!" you said. 

"No one will outbid it."

"I know," you said. "But I feel bad. I shouldn't have forgotten them in the first place." 

The timer hit twenty seconds. Ten seconds. Yoongi waited just a few more seconds wanting to time it just right. 

You heard a scream and a crash and almost simultaneously an error message appeared on Yoongi's computer. Please connect to Wi-Fi.

"Shit," Yoongi said. "Jimin!"

You followed Yoongi to the living room, leaving the partially started scarf behind. You saw Jimin and Jungkook crowded around the router working to connect the cord back into it. 

"Did you trip over it again?" Yoongi asked, his voice breathy and exasperated. 

"Sorry," he said. "I'm not used to it." 

Yoongi sighed and turned back to you. His dark eyes looked down at you apologetically and he sat down on the couch, pulling out his phone. 

"I'll try and see if I can see who won." 

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"It looks like they're going to have to come out and fix it," Namjoon said, hanging up the phone. "We won't have internet until then." 

The members groaned. 

Jungkook walked into the kitchen and brought back a case of beer, a smirk plastered on his face. 

"Let's play a game," he said. "To welcome Sumi to the dorm."

"What game?" Namjoon asked. 

"Answer or drink," he said. "On your turn, someone asks you a question and if you don't want to answer it, you have to drink." 

Everyone agreed and sat in a circle. Yoongi sat on one side of you and Hoseok on the other side. Your knee brushed Yoongi's and you felt a small pang in your chest as you pulled away.

"All right, we'll go in order of age. Jin, you're up first." 

You didn't really pay attention to the questions. You'd fall somewhere towards the end. Between Jungkook and Taehyung. 

Jin answered the question. He didn't seem like the type to be embarrassed easily, a quality you admired in the eldest. 

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"Yoongi," Jungkook said. "Your turn."

The room stayed silent. No one had a question for the boy and he couldn't help but smirk slightly. However, Taehyung meekly raised his hand. 

"What happened with Jihee?"

Yoongi cussed to himself. He knew she had been texting the other members about him. The other members would always consult him first before telling her anything when it was obvious he wasn't talking to her. 

"She cheated," Yoongi answered simply. 

The other boys' eyes widened and they nodded. However, it wasn't their gazes Yoongi felt boring into him. It was yours. He could feel your eyes staring at his profile. 

Yoongi had been careful the night he met you. He managed not even to tell you his name. He'd only mentioned he'd recently gotten out of a relationship. He figured you didn't need to hear his sob story. Besides, he planned on keeping Jihee's betrayal a secret. Just as she wanted. The only people he could trust with the truth were his members. 

But, you deserved to know the truth. It was unfair to keep you completely at a distance, especially when he'd overheard everything about your ex.

Yoongi noticed you drinking, you'd already cracked open another can by the time it got Namjoon. He felt a twinge in his chest. Yoongi quickly suppressed it, your drinking habits were none of his business. And based on the way Eunji talked the night at the bar, it didn't sound like you drank much. Only when your heart was broken.

"Sumi," Jungkook said. "Your turn." 

Again, the room fell silent. No one knew Sumi well enough to ask her such a personal question. But, then again, everyone was tipsy, or in a few cases, already drunk. 

"How's Yoongi in bed?" 

Everyone except for Yoongi and you laughed. 

"Seriously?" Yoongi asked. 

He knew it was the alcohol that asked the question, but it was still inappropriate. He didn't want you to have to drink. Your eyes were glazed and your cheeks rosy. 

Yoongi reached over and drank for you, crumpling the can when he finished. 

"Move on," he said. "It should be your turn, right, Jungkook?"

"Wait," you said. "I didn't answer." 

Everyone turned to look at you. It was obvious you were too drunk to notice that Yoongi had technically already drank for you. 

"He's good," you answered. "Better than my ex and I hate that cause..." 

You drifted off not noticing the seven stunned faces staring at you.Your words slurred, but they hung in the room. Your eyelids drooped and your head lulled forward into your chest. 

"I think it's time for bed," Namjoon said, standing up and helping you stand. He threw an arm around you and led you down the hall towards your bedroom. 

Despite the fact that the situation was perfectly appropriate, Yoongi still felt a small pang of jealousy. He knew he shouldn't and that it was all the soulmates thing, but that didn't stop his fists from clenching. 

"She probably won't remember this in the morning," Yoongi said. "Don't remind her."

Yoongi swallowed the rest of his drink and left the room on the pretenses of being sleepy--which he was--but he also didn't want anyone to see the blush come to his cheeks. 

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You awoke the next morning with the worst headache you'd ever had. You clutched your forehead and glanced at the time: 10:30 am. You sighed. 

You spotted your knitting things from yesterday placed on top of the dresser. You didn't remember fetching them from Yoongi's studio, but then again, you barely remembered anything after Jimin knocked the Wi-fi out. 

"All I drank was beer," you muttered to yourself. 

You weren't known for being a lightweight causing you to wonder just how much you'd drank the night before.

As you squirmed you felt something soft move in the crook of your arm. You looked down and saw Kitty. You smiled at the stuffed cat and her droopy eye. 

once again │myg; 1

plot│ How can an eight year relationship turned as a bitter past? Can such thing can be rekindled once again? After your friend invited you to come to your home country after a long time, you decided to visit for three weeks. In three weeks, many things can happen. Including meeting Min Yoongi once again. 

genres│ angst,  little fluff over there, exes!au

word count│3.4k

pairings │yoongi x reader, taehyung x reader (esp in this chapter)

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Are you nervous? Happy? Excited? Sad? Or angry?

You don’t know.

Wheels were rolling everywhere. Some people seem to be struggling and hurrying with their own kinds of stuff. While others are just sitting peacefully, knowing that they are still early for their flights. On the other side, you were sitting on a cold, metal, airport seating. Looking around, you were waiting for someone to arrive before you leave.

“Is everything okay? I mean, your stuff? You already have everything you should bring right?”

You panned your eyes to your side. Naeun, your best friend, is looking at you worriedly with her puffed eyes. You nodded with a tight-lipped smile and wandered your eyes around the place again. Naeun watched you at first. She knew you were waiting for someone. And she was also aware that you were nervous based on how your fingers fidget on your luggage’s handle. You kept on biting your lower lip unconsciously.

“Did you two talked already? Did he said he’s going?” Naeun asked.

“Yes and no.” You answered, already knowing who she was talking of. “Yes, we talked. I told him that we can work on our relationship as long as we have our phones or laptops. But, you know how Yoongi feels about goodbyes, right?”

“Yeah.”

“But, I am just hoping that maybe he will drop by to hug or kiss me for one last time.” You sighed deeply, looking down.

A month ago, you were over the moon after receiving an e-mail that you passed for a job as a column writer for a magazine. It was your dream job. Plus, you will be traveling to a new country, Canada. You were literally going to the other side of the world, a thousand miles away. The main reason why your boyfriend was literally against you, accepting this job, in the first place. You and Yoongi have been together for eight years but this will be the first time that you two will be far from each other.

“Good evening, passengers. This is the pre-boarding announcement for flight YYZ 2308 to Toronto, Canada. We are now inviting passengers to begin boarding at this time. Please have your boarding pass and identification ready. Regular boarding will begin in approximately ten minutes. Thank you.”

Only ten minutes left. You were still hoping for Yoongi to come. Squeezing your eyes close, you secretly prayed for him to maybe arrive somewhere here.

“I think you should go,” Naeun said.

“No, I still have a few minutes.” You tried to sound positive and waited over and over until...

“This is the final boarding call for passengers booked on flight YYZ 2308 to Toronto, Canada. Please proceed to gate 2 immediately. The final checks are being completed and the captain will order for the doors of the aircraft to close in approximately ten minutes. I repeat. This is the final boarding call for passengers booked on flight YYZ 2308. Thank you.”

“Okay.”

That was your final call. You and Naeun stood up from your seats. Naeun began crying once again as she hugs you before you board your flight.

“Take care there, Y/N. Don’t overwork yourself. Don’t skip meals, okay?” Your best friend told you, sounding like a parent to her child.

“Thank you so much, Naeun. I’ll try calling you when I arrive there. I will miss you and everyone. Tell them that I’ll miss them too.” You hugged her tightly.

The hug did not last long and you are now proceeding to Gate Two. The attendant greeted you after you handed your boarding pass and identification card.

“Wait, Y/N.”

Yoongi was the one who runs to you since you were already in the line. His chest was heaving as he hugged you.

“You came.” You were still in disbelief.

“Yeah, I’m kinda late but I want to see you before you leave,” Yoongi whispered. “Take care of yourself while being there, okay? Do well with your job. Call me when you get there.”

That’s when you cried. Two weeks ago, you and Yoongi have been fighting since he cannot let you go there. But you explained your reasons and goals. Back then, Yoongi just agreed with a nod, not saying much and already admitting your win. Now, Yoongi is here, cheering you for your plans. You two hugged as tight as you can before leaning your foreheads together.

“I love you so much. Thank you so much, Yoongi.” You sobbed.

“I love you too,” 

For the last time, both of you shared a short but sweet kiss. You smiled as you let go. The flight attendant smiled at you after handing you your identification card. You knew she already has seen a hundred of this same scene you and Yoongi made. You looked at Yoongi for the last time and you wave him a hand while showing you his gummy smile. It made you smile more, knowing that he supports you and you will be calling him once you landed in Canada.

The loud ringing of your phone woke you up. You shuffled on your bed, looking for that noisy device. Your face scrunched. It took you two more minutes to finally find it under some pillows. It was only 6:30 AM, you can't think of someone who will call you this early. But, your eyes immediately lit up as you read who was calling you early in the morning.

“Good morning!” You are already in good vibes as you greeted the caller.

“Good morning, love. Did I call you too early?” His voice is still raspy, indicating that maybe he just woke up too.

“No, it’s fine. I did not hear my alarm clock minutes ago.” You answered, now sitting on your bed.

“Nice! Let’s go to work together, okay? I’ll pick you up later. Let’s buy breakfast on the way.”

“Okay, okay. Love you.” 

After the call ended, you immediately went straight to your bathroom. This is how your day began. It has been four years since you had your job as a column writer and you no longer work in Canada. Three years ago, you were offered to work in the magazine’s main office in New York City. And of course, you said yes. It was the total dream that came true for you. You haven’t visited Seoul ever since you left. You were busy and after things changed in between those years, you never had plans of coming back again. You and your best friend, Naeun, never lost in touch anyways. You two always talk through video calls with her little girl, Jina.

‘Will be there in five minutes.’

You read your boyfriend’s text just after you just blow dry your hair. Your makeup was already done and you started fixing your hair for a simple side braid. Minutes later, you were already leaving your apartment in your office clothes and classic black heels. Your eyes were quick to spot the familiar black car in front of your apartment building. One of its windows rolled down, revealing your boyfriend.

“Let’s go?”

You smiled before opening the door to the passenger seat. As soon as you got in, you gave him a quick kiss on his lips.

“So, where do you want to have breakfast?” He asked as he drove.

You went silent and started thinking, “Maybe we should drive-thru into that coffeehouse.”

“You said that you don’t drink coffee.” 

“I don’t. But, I heard that they sell great pastries too, Tae.” You responded.

Taehyung did not say anything and turned the wheel to the coffeehouse. He was the one who ordered after you told him what you want. You almost squealed because of excitement when you smelled the delicious smell of freshly baked muffins that you got.

“Thank you, love.” You placed a kiss on his cheek before giving a bite of the chocolate chip muffin. “So good.”

Taehyung could not help but giggle at how cute you look. Tiny crumbs of the bread were left on the side of your lips.

“Hey, be careful about eating. You might re-do your make up after that."

"Then, I will re-do it later. It's just so good."

You grinned once again, not aware that there is some evidence of chocolate on your front teeth. Your boyfriend just laughed and continued driving. Not long after, you two arrived in your office building. You work in the same magazine. Taehyung’s job is a creative director, suited for his artistic mind.

“Was the chocolate gone? How do I look?” You asked him after cleaning yourself up.

“Lovely.” He smiled.

You rolled your eyes, “Yeah, I remembered that I should not have asked you.”

“What? Why?”

“You will always say I look great even though I look shitty.” 

You heard him chuckle, “You do look great anytime, love!”

The two of you strolled side by side inside your building. You met your other co-workers in the elevator. When the door opened to the fifteenth floor, the whole place is still quiet and empty. Each of you went to your own cubicle and desks. Since you have been working in this magazine for three years now, your working place was already personalized by you. Many neon-colored sticky notes were placed on the wall. A picture frame sat beside your computer desktop, showing an image of you and Taehyung.

After fixing your things, you began working on your last document. The topic that was given to you was quite hard for you though you experienced a few parts of it. You tried researching and interviewing other people about it, hoping that you will be able to make something from it. But, you found it hard. So, you just type whatever in your head. You thought of asking Claire, your editor in chief, to change your topic. But, on the other side, you also thought that maybe it can help you to explore more. You tried processing every information you got and type it all away. You got busy that you did not notice a phone notification from a particular person.

"Hey, Y/N."

You looked up from your computer screen. It was Jane, your co-worker, and friend.

"Me and Henry’s eating out for lunch. Do you and Taehyung want to join?” She invited you.

"Hmm? What time is it already?" You asked since you never really bothered watching your time while working.

"It's almost one in the afternoon."

“Oh, okay. I’ll join it.”

You stood up from your chair and secured your document to your computer. You picked up your phone and wallet from your bag.

“But, I will still ask Tae if he is joining.” You added.

Taehyung is in his shared office with the magazine’s design team. Since they have a glass wall, you already spotted your boyfriend all alone focused on his desktop. It looks like his other colleague already left for lunch. You knocked three times on the glass, making him look up to you. You mouthed ‘let’s have lunch’. Taehyung was quick to get your sentence and left his work.

“You seem so focused there, love.” You told him as you and Taehyung stay behind your two friends.

"Yeah, the team decided a new theme for this month's issue. I had to change many things with my latest work."

Taehyung kept on talking while you thought of checking your phone. And there, you finally noticed the message you received a couple of hours ago. It was from Naeun, asking you to give her a call in your free time. You and Naeun never lost communication in between those years and it’s not new that she messaged you like this. This time, you feel like Naeun has something to tell you. But after checking the time there in Seoul, you thought that maybe you should call her later.

Henry and Jane lead you to the newly opened restaurant, not too far in your building. You only ordered a chicken salad and tomato soup. While eating, they started talking about what they are currently working on. The four of you shared ideas and opinions to help one another until they asked you about yours.

“My topic is extremely hard for me right now.” You told them.

“Oh, that’s new. You always do good research with your subjects.” Henry responded.

“That’s right. Why? What is it all about?” Taehyung also asked.

You did not hesitate to answer since you expected that maybe they can share their own experiences too. But what Jane had told you took you back for a bit.

“Hey, I think that’s easy. I’m sure you got through a break up before. Hmm? You will get some pointers from that.”

It’s true that you already got through a breakup before. But, you are sure that you will not get anything from it. Your article topic was completely missing with the first and only break up you have encountered. The old memories from the past crashed inside your head again. Your heart began beating like crazy again as you

“Love?”

Suddenly, Taehyung held your unconsciously balled fist. You were clutching it too tight that your knuckles turned white. A hint of worry was found in his expression.

“Are you okay?”

You sighed before nodding slowly. Taehyung played with your fingers by pinching each one of it softly, a thing he always does to calm you down when stuff like this happens. The lunch did not take any longer. You and your friends went back to your jobs.

“Are you okay now?” Taehyung asked as you sat back to your swivel chair.

"Yeah, I'm sorry about that." You said sincerely.

You felt sorry that he still has to deal with you having an issue from your past. But Taehyung held your hand again and left a kiss on your forehead.

"You don't have to be sorry. I will always understand."

The day went on. You ended up writing nothing since you cannot focus. You tried anything to type something. Your article was left just like what it was before you had your lunch break. It felt like your head is going to burst while forcing it to focus on your article.

The whole ride back home with Taehyung was silent, only the radio produces a noise. You chose to stay in Taehyung's place for dinner. He said he will order some fast food meals. As soon as you got home and get changed with your boyfriend's clothes, Taehyung called for a food delivery while you contact Naeun. Maybe it will help you to think less.

"Finally! I thought you did not read my message." Naeun said on the other line.

"Well, sorry. I thought that maybe I should call you after you wake up there. Remember? Time difference?" You scoffed.

"Oh, okay. Sorry. Anyways, Y/N, can I ask you a favor?"

You can imagine Naeun acting cute with her puppy eyes just for her tone.

"Sure, just don't make it something illegal or what." you joked, making you both giggle.

"Can you please, please, pretty please come here in Seoul? Maybe just a visit?"

"What?" you almost whispered.

You did not expect that even though you know you should have. It was the first time Naeun begged you like this after you left and you understood her. It's been years.

"Come on, Y/N. Everyone here misses you! Especially the gang. Jina, Me, Seokjin, Namjoon, and... Yoongi." She was obviously unsure of the last one since the tone of her voice changed.

"Yeah?"

That was the only thing you can say. There is a part of you who wants to say yes because of course, you miss them too. But there is also the other half of you who is extremely anxious and just wants to decline Naeun's request. You are afraid to see Yoongi again after four years. And you hate how crumbled your mind is.

You heard Naeun let out a big air from the other line, "Listen, if this is about Yoongi, I swear. It's been years! I'm sure he will be happier to see you again than act something bad because you guys broke up. I'm sure that everything will be cool."

"Are you sure?" You were biting the insides of your cheeks. Still, you're glad that she's aware of you and Yoongi.

"Of course! We just want to see you again! You can bring your boyfriend if you want."

As if he heard it, Taehyung sat beside you on the couch. He is playing something on his phone. You looked at him as you talked again.

"Yeah?" You were still unsure. "I-I will think about it or check my schedule or something."

"Okay, Y/N. We just really miss having you here. Love you. Miss you so much!"

"Miss you too."

That's when you ended the call. Taehyung stopped with his game when you noticed you were done already with the call. He can see how troubled you are.

"Naeun and my friends want me to visit them there." You opened up.

"Oh, that's great. Right?" He smiled but you frowned even more.

"Yup, but I'm having thoughts again." You fiddle on the hem of his big shirt you're wearing.

"Well, do you want to talk about it?" Taehyung's voice was gentle.

You looked at him, thinking if he will be comfortable with this conversation you two are having.

"Are you sure?" you asked him and he smiles once again. "I mean, I know I should not be anxious about this. Especially now that I have you and we are together. But, my ex is there and I don't know what can happen."

Taehyung engulfed you with a warm hug. You rested your head on his chest while he repeatedly slides his hand with your hair.

"I know that you feel kind of awkward for telling me these kinds of stuff about your ex but remember that I am your best friend too. I am willing to hear anything and everything from you. I am happy that you are opening up to me like this and I think it would be a great idea to go visit them again."

"Really?" You asked, still snuggled under his neck.

"Yes. It was your home and they are your friends. I am sure you miss them so much too."

You removed yourself from and looked at him.

"And what about Yoongi? Are you okay with him? I mean, we are in one circle of friends. Will it be fine for you?"

Taehyung cupped both of your cheeks, "Love, I trust you. I understand that you two have been together for almost a decade but I trust you. I know that you will never do such a thing. Right?"

You can see how Taehyung is sincere with everything he said. He gave you a peck on your lips and hugged you again.

"Anyways, think about it. If you're uncomfortable with going back there. Then, it's fine. They will understand."

You hugged him back. The amount of comfort Taehyung gave you for today was amazing. Even though every trouble you had today was connected to your past.

Yoongi.

He is now a part of your past, right?

You thought. Reflecting on what Taehyung said. Maybe visiting your old place will be a great idea. Maybe it will result in something wonderful despite the past.

Maybe.

"Three weeks leave?"

Your editor in chief, Claire, looked up from you after reading your letter. You felt a little nervous though Claire was never strict. But, it was your first time requesting leave and you thought that maybe the days you requested were too long.

"Uhm, yes. But, I will still write and pass my articles and research through e-mail. I am just staying back home for weeks." You explained.

"Okay, I see." Claire nodded, looking back to your letter. "I think this was the first time you ask for a leave. Please, correct me if I'm wrong."

"Oh, yes. This is the first time."

"Okay. You can take your leave. Just send your works through e-mail and we'll be fine." She smiles friendly. "When will you be taking your leave?"

"Three days from now."

Three days later, you are now standing in the line for boarding with your luggage. You took a cab going to the airport. Taehyung cannot come with you since he still has to go to work but he lets you wear a hoodie of his to make you feel he is 'with you'. That's what he said. He asked you to update him with your departure and arrival. Even now, before you leave, you sent him a picture of you pouting. It willl be a fourteen-hour flight and you cannot text him between those hours.

Now, you sat on your seat inside the plane. There's an extremely tiny voice inside your body that says, "No, don't go back there. Past is past." But there was also the larger one who blocks it with "Go, Y/N. It's time to face the past again."

Your head was a little less messy than last week. And you hope that staying in Seoul for three weeks will only bring good memories. You hope that you'll finally find an answer to the article topic you still writing on.

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Voyagers

Genre: Fluff/Headcanon

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader (Female)

Summary: A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to join BTS on a Bon Voyage adventure leads to once-in-a-lifetime love.

Author’s Note: Okay, I just have to say, watching the boys try to filet a fish and not being able to tell them that they were using the wrong knife was painful for me. 😄 Anyway, hope you enjoy this latest installment! 💕

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Part Sixteen

Back to Civilization

At the conclusion of your fishing trip, you returned to your campsite to meet up with the rest of the boys, pack everything up, and head to Queenstown

You watched the sun fall lower and lower in the sky from the passenger’s seat as Yoongi drove into the city

By the time you reached your accommodation, the night was completely black

For the last two nights of your trip, you’d be staying in a rental, and though it was hard to see in the dark, you could tell just from the outside that the large, modern house was luxurious

As soon as Yoongi parked the SUV and Jungkook parked the camper, everyone grabbed their suitcases and headed inside

The second you walked in the door, you and the boys were amazed, and the interior designer in you geeked out just a little bit

The house was open-concept, with the living room, kitchen, and dining room all in one large space, and the whole back wall was floor-to-ceiling windows

The design was clean and contemporary, featuring all neutral colors and mixed materials like glass and stone

It was a far cry from the cabins, tents, and camper you’d stayed in the last few nights

And as several of you admired the incredible view of the twinkling city skyline, you agreed it was nice to be back in civilization

Collapsing onto the sofas after bringing in all the luggage, food, and supplies, the boys began discussing how to decide rooms

There were five bedrooms to choose from: three would have to be shared and two would be private

Jin suggested you play the bottle cap game, and Hoseok cleared off the coffee table in preparation

After a quick round of rock-paper-scissors, it was determined that Yoongi would go first, and he casually flicked the plastic bottle cap a little over halfway across the table

Surprisingly, his mediocre shot was enough to win, as everyone else - including you - either overshot or came up short

Having won first pick of the bedrooms, Yoongi chose the private room with the twin-size bed

Which allowed you, as the runner-up, to choose your own room with a full-size bed

Then the rest of the boys scattered, checking out the remaining bedrooms and picking their spots

Jin and Hoseok claimed the room with the king-size bed

Namjoon and Jungkook chose to share the room with the queen-size bed

And Jimin and Taehyung naturally wanted to room together, so they decided on the room with the other full-size bed

Once you were situated in your rooms, everyone began taking turns washing up, and you enjoyed a long, hot shower

Dinner Prep

When you were dried off and dressed in comfy clothes, you made your way to the kitchen

You found a freshly-bathed Yoongi there at the counter, attempting to cut up the salmon you’d caught that afternoon

He appeared to be struggling, so you asked if you could help, but he said the only thing he needed help with was peeling garlic

Jin, Jimin, and Jungkook were already seated around the kitchen table with a half-peeled mound of garlic bulbs between them, so you joined them

Though you had really hoped Yoongi wanted you by his side

You watched him from the table as he continued to wrestle with the fish until he finally admitted defeat

You were about to get up to assist him, but Jin insisted that Yoongi let him try

Jin had some trouble cutting up the fish too, but soon figured it out well enough to prepare passable sashimi

When you and the other garlic peelers finished your task, you moved to the counter to watch Yoongi and Jin work, standing ready if either of them needed your help

Eventually, after putting a pot of water on the stove to boil, Yoongi asked - without looking at you - if you could toast some bread, and you happily obliged

Dinner and Dessert

When the salmon, garlic shrimp, and pasta were ready, everyone took their place at the dining table, and you ended up seated between Hoseok and Taehyung

As you and the boys began filling your plates, Hoseok commented that you all had only one more day of the show left, and the unwelcome reminder made your stomach clench

You couldn’t stop yourself from glancing at Yoongi, hating the thought of your time together coming to an end

Especially after the way he’d been so distant all day

To your surprise, Yoongi was looking directly at you, but quickly turned his gaze toward his lap when he noticed your gaze on him

Then Hoseok lifted his drink, toasting to enjoying the experience until the last moment, and you joined the others in clinking your glasses and bottles together

It was a fitting toast, and as you started on your dinner, you hoped you would be able to enjoy every last moment of this experience

While you ate, the boys began discussing dinner for the next night, saying they’d like to have Korean food

But it suddenly dawned on you that if it was the final night, it would be your last opportunity to make your traditional food for them

So you spoke up, and offered to cook them all dinner the next night

The boys liked the idea, agreeing unanimously and enthusiastically, and you started planning your menu in your mind

After dinner, Jungkook brought out a box of mint chocolate chip ice cream cones and handed them out

Jin lamented that he hated mint chocolate, and Namjoon agreed that it was like mouthwash

Unwrapping his cone, Yoongi said food was food and he wasn’t very picky

You agreed as far as ice cream goes, enjoying your own cone and saying you’d yet to find a flavor you didn’t like

BTS UNO

When you finished your dessert, Namjoon, Taehyung, and Hoseok took charge of cleaning up dinner

While you waited for them to finish, the rest of your group relaxed in the living room, and Jin started shuffling a deck of UNO cards

It was getting late, and as soon as the production crew set up a ring of GoPro cameras in the middle of the coffee table, they wrapped filming and said goodnight

As they left the house and headed for their own accommodations, you and the boys encircled the table and Jin dealt everyone cards

It wouldn’t be a game with BTS if there wasn’t a penalty, so it was agreed before play started that the loser would have to wake everyone else up in the morning

Though you were all tired after a long day, the game was lively, with everyone singing and dancing and laughing as they played

Taehyung wasn’t familiar with the rules, but you grew up playing UNO with your family, so you and Jimin coached him each time it was his turn

But a heated debate occurred when the boys tried to make Yoongi draw ten cards

You immediately came to his defense, telling them they couldn’t stack +2 and +4 cards

Jimin and Jungkook insisted that they could, and you went back and forth until you pulled up the official rules on your phone

They weren’t happy about it, and grumbled as they drew their cards, but you were right

And though Yoongi kept his focus on his hand, a smirk was curling his lips

“At least now I know who’s on my side.” He said, playing his card onto the center pile, and you couldn’t hold back a self-satisfied grin

Play continued for a while, the game lasting longer with so many players, until Jin was finally the first person to go out

The remaining players kept playing, going out one-by-one, until it was down to Yoongi, Jimin, and Taehyung

With only three players, the game went much faster, and Yoongi and Jimin both went out one after the other, leaving Taehyung in last place

Unsurprised, he humbly accepted his defeat and his wake-up penalty, and everyone decided to call it a night

Another Late Night

As the boys dispersed, you hung back, taking your time heading to your room, but it was quickly apparent that Yoongi did not have the same idea

You’d been waiting all night, anxious to finally get an opportunity to talk to him without the cameras

He’d been giving you mixed signals all day, and you were dying to know exactly what he was thinking and where you stood

But as Yoongi disappeared into his bedroom, closing his door behind him, your heart dropped to the floor

Taking a deep breath then exhaling shakily, you entered your own room, trying your best to stay calm

He was just tired, you told yourself

You’d had a long day, and he probably just wanted to go to sleep

That’s all

There’s no reason to freak out

It’s late anyway, and everyone should go to sleep

Reflexively, you pulled your phone from your pocket to check the time and convince yourself of the lateness of the hour

But before you even saw the clock, your eyes were instantly drawn to the notification banner waiting on your screen

You had one unread message from Min Yoongi

You couldn’t tap it open and read it fast enough

Not sure you read it right, you read it again

And again

And again, reading it one word at a time

You then racked your brain, deciding how to answer, before finally sending a casual response

Shoving your phone back in your pocket, you hurried into your bathroom and brushed your teeth as fast as you could, your heart now racing in anticipation instead of sinking in disappointment

As soon as you’d rinsed your mouth out and checked your face in the mirror, you found the small camera mounted in the corner of your bedroom

You gave the lens a bright smile and a cheerful goodnight, then firmly pushed the power button, ensuring the recording light was off

Crossing the room, you smoothed down your clothes and lowered yourself onto the edge of your bed

And your leg began bouncing as you sat

All you could do now…

...was wait

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If there was something to be learned from interacting with the Dark Sides it would be that they are horrible… when sick.

TW: sick fic, disorientation, panic, (applies to Virgil), self loathing, anger, (applies to Deceit), vomiting, crying, intrusive thoughts, (applies to Remus), hurt/comfort, angst with a happy ending, (applies to all three)

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Patton tended to hide his illness when he felt under the weather. Logan on the occasion he noticed himself not feeling well would quickly take whatever course of action would help him recover the fastest. Roman would isolate until Patton or Logan found him. Then it was dramatic whining until he recovered.

The Light Sides could get "sick." So it only stood to reason that the Dark Sides could face the same fate.

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Virgil was up first. After he was finally accepted by Thomas he spent more and more time in the commons and around the Light Sides. So of course after Virgil hid for 2 days straight (ha) Patton took it upon himself to see what was going on. There was no response when Patton knocked on Virgil's door. Being concerned, he warned of his intention to enter and opened the door.

There was Virgil… under his bed, panting. Patton shouted "Kiddo!" and dove quickly to his knees. Too quickly in fact, or maybe it has been Patton's volume, as Virgil's only reaction was to tense and sink himself out.

Dismayed, Patton called for Logan and Roman. He explained that Virgil was sick and needed help. The other two quickly agreed and split up.

From there on it was the worst kind of game they had ever played. It was like hide and seek. Except every time they found Virgil something would eventually spook him into hiding again. Logan voiced his theory. Virgil was sick and likely relying on instinct. He was stuck in Flight mode until he recovered. Being forced to flee likely put more strain on him.

Virgil did recover and come back to himself. Only to be greatly confused as to why Roman was sleeping half on the coffee table. Glancing around Virgil noticed Logan curled up in an armchair with a thermometer dangling from his fingertips. Patton snuck into the living area and froze when Virgil made eye contact, scared he would bolt again.

"Uh, hi?" Virgil questioned. Patton's squeak woke the other two. Roman jolted with a curse looking around frantically. Logan slurred out "where is he?"

"Are you… awake?" Patton asked Virgil. At Virgil's confusion Patton rushed to explain. The sickness, Logan assuming Virgil to be stuck in Flight mode, having to hunt Virgil down everytime he got spooked to care for him.

Virgil teared up. He apologized for making them go through so much trouble, for crying, and for getting sick in the first place. The others joined the cuddle pile Patton initiated on the couch. They all three reassured Virgil everything was okay and it was worth taking care of him no matter the trouble.

-

The next Dark Side to show up had been Deceit. It had taken a long time for the others to be comfortable around him but eventually he was accepted by the Light Sides (and accepted again by Virgil). He still hasn't bothered with providing a name, content to go by Deceit, or any of the less horrid nicknames the others came up with.

Much like the Virgil incident, Deceit was found ill when he didn't turn up for a day or two. Logan, this time, had decided to seek him out. Logan and Deceit had plans the night before for another mock trial. (Logan was still bitter about being left out of the court case scenario. However, once Deceit admitted to leaving Logan out due to seeing him as an equal and threat Logan was more appeased. It had been Deceit's idea to have another trial to let Logan participate this round.)

Logan knocked on the self-preserving trait's door and heard something shift. Logan called but didn't receive an answer. Confused and concerned Logan began trying to convince Deceit to let him in. After a good ten minutes Logan heard movement again and the door clicked open.

Logan barely held in a gasp as he looked at Deceit. Hat missing, hair rumpled, and clothing askew, this was the messiest Deceit had been seen by any Side. Deceit glared at Logan and snuffled. Logan asked about his well being. Which was promptly ignored as Deceit slithered back into the blanket nest he had made. Logan took in the tissues scattered around a full waste basket and came to the correct conclusion. Deceit was ill.

It took nearly 20 mins but Logan eventually won the argument over staying and taking care of Deceit. It would have been easy with how much Deceit's skills suffered while sick. But what he lacked in skill at the moment he made up for in stubbornness. Something rarely shown. Often Deceit would lay out his point in detailed fashion and leave Thomas to come to his own conclusion. (Never stopped him from being bitter after the fact when he lost but that was kept to himself.)

Logan did inform the others and gather supplies needed to watch over Deceit. The two talked, or argued really, while Logan set to work. Deceit admitted to being angry. Not over Logan's help but over the fact that he himself had gotten sick in the first place. Logan learned that Deceit LOATHED being unwell in any capacity. But even under the loathing there was still something hidden.

It was whispered one might while Logan was dozing off. How Deceit was meant to be an essential part of self preservation. How Deceit wasn't allowed to be sick. How there was too much to do and he didn't deserve the time, care, and effort Logan was putting in anyway.

Logan's glare quickly ended the idea that Deceit's words went unheard, as originally intended. Logan straightened up and proceeded to demolish every point laid out and back up every point in favor of Deceit deserving as much care as the others. If Deceit insisted that he never cried after that… well he always was called a liar.

-

With The Duke introduced and firmly a part of the fam-ILY the others sort of expected him to get sick and need help at some point. The original trio had learned something after caring for the two Dark Sides previously. Unfortunately there was a misconception. The others assumed Remus would retreat if sick and even attempt to bat away any help like Virgil and Deceit. They didn't expect the wailing.

Roman stumbled on the stairs and quickly rushed back up them. Breaking open his brother's door he looked around, sword drawn. Roman couldn't imagine what all Remus kept on his side of the dreamscape. What if one of Remus' beloved horrors had caught him?

Just as Roman noticed a light on from a side room he winced. The reaching sounded just awful and nearly made Roman upheave himself. By the time Roman put away his sword and went to the bathroom doorway Remus has begun to cry anew. It seemed Remus was fine with and even delighted by the idea of vomiting, until he was forced to be sick against his will.

Roman helped his brother clean up and dragged him back into the bedroom. Before he could ponder if the bed was safe enough to place Remus someone cleared their throat from the bedroom doorway. Patton had to raise his voice a little to be heard clearly. Roman nodded and carried Remus gently down to the commons.

After going to lower his brother to the couch Roman found himself stuck. Remus would not budge, begging to not be let go of.

Remus it seemed was dramatic enough while sick to outshine the whole house. The others all took turns watching over Remus. If one of the others was away too long the whimpering would raise until it was unbearable.

Deceit figured it out first. Without the others in constant contact Remus quickly felt abandoned. And with that his intrusive thoughts would dive in. Making it hell on earth for the chaotic side. After that discovery whoever was cuddling with Remus would ask another side to bring what was needed or to hold Remus' hand if they needed to leave for a moment.

It was horrible to have the Dark Sides fall ill. But not horrible to help them. After each first incident it became easier to assist whoever had gotten sick. The Dark Sides even helped whenever one of Light Sides fell ill. They were a fam-ILY that took care of one another.

Silver Dust

Summary: Yoongi proposed to you and you're contemplating whether to say yes or no.

Pairing: Songwriter Yoongi x Gender Neutral Reader

Genre: Fluff, fluff, and fluff.

Word count: 6.7k

Warnings/ author's note: I wrote like a whole ass song using Cypher pt.4 beat lmaooo, kissing, minor smut, mention of rape, abuse, killings, and corruption.

<<< The first meeting >>>

The first time you met Yoongi's eyes wasn't really that special.

There was no sign of your heart skipping a single beat, if there was, you're 100% sure he's not the reason behind it because 1) you pretty much believed it's just the effect of drinking three shots of espresso in one sitting. 2) You were damn nervous since your prelim grades were already out.

You didn't even feel any butterfly in your stomach, nor did your world light up—and this, to be honest, was understandable, especially when Yoongi's eyes were dead as fuck. You figured that if it wasn't for your shared seven am class, he would probably still be lying in bed.

"The professor said you're my partner for this project." Even the first time you heard his voice wasn't special.

If there's one thing that made Yoongi Yoongi, it's his monotonous voice. At first, you thought he just didn't like the idea that you two were stuck together to work on a project. (Again, it's understandable) You also found it ridiculous that your professor actually paired you with a stranger.

Well, it's not like you knew Yoongi. Unless knowing his full name counted. But really, it's inevitable since the two of you went to the same classes since freshman year (you're a senior now) apart from that, almost all your professors never failed to voice out their adoration for him.

You first heard his name when your history instructor made it very clear that Min Yoongi's works would be his "standard" when it came to grading your individual projects. In short, if Yoongi got an A, you and your classmates should also either get an A or an A+ or else, you're considered 'failed.'

It’s kind of fucked up, really. Most of you knew that Min Yoongi was a monster when it came to collecting As. Unfair. All he did during class lectures was sleep and yet, he still managed to be number one.

Huh. It must be awesome to be God's favorite.

There was also this one time when one of your professors, Mr. Bang, cried when he asked Yoongi to read his essay in front. The smart boy was reluctant at first. He despised exposure, that's for sure. However, the professor's so persistent that Yoongi obliged just to make the annoying instructor shut up.

You're actually glad Mr. Bang managed to persuade Yoongi. His speech about finding yourself and being happy made Mr. Bang and almost everyone in your class cry. Yoongi transformed into a completely different person the moment he started his speech. Monotonous Voice? Gone.

You figured that yes, your heart didn't skip a beat when you first caught his eyes, but boy did your heart hurt when those simple words leaving his mouth turned into a piece of art.

<<< Your one brain cell >>>>

The second time you met Yoongi's eyes was in front of his house. The two of you decided to work on your project at the school's library, however the place was loaded with students cramming their paper works and you just couldn't bear to hear another person aggressively typing on their laptop anymore. You were sick of it.

"Uh, hi?" you awkwardly smiled at the blond man in front of you.

You weren't quite sure how to react when he was just staring at you blankly. Yoongi's lips were pursed together and that alone made you uncomfortable.

"We were supposed to meet at the library..." He raised his brow as if he wanted to know how the hell did you know where he lives? And were you a fucking stalker?

"I..." You instantly trailed off when he narrowed his brow more. Man, he sure was intimidating. The lack of spark in his eyes made you wince. The man in front of you had thick, low set brows—making them appear almost completely straight. (Poker face alert)

You swallowed the thick lump in your throat before trying to form a coherent sentence.

"There...people. I mean, the library is packed with uh, people."

"So you just decided to show up in my house?"

His question made you quiver. This was such a wrong move. Of course you couldn’t just knock on his door like this; you two were not even friends!

"I'm sorry. I just didn't know any other place and I..." You heaved a deep sigh. "I saw your friend Jeongguk and he told me where you live—“

"Right." He cut you off by opening the door wide. Of course it had to be Jeongguk. That little shit really knew how to annoy Yoongi.

"Holly peed on the couch so there's no way we can work there. Is my room okay to you?" Despite not seeing his face, you instantly knew that Yoongi's question was directed at you. He was leading the way inside his house and you're behind him, quietly following where he's going.

Yoongi's house was not that big, but it's a lovely and comfortable place. Unlike your dorm, you felt at home here. It's probably the indoor plants that made the place more alive. You suddenly wondered if he's living with someone. Did the love of his life stay here? Or did he have a roommate? You're adamant that he lived alone; otherwise all these plants would probably be dead.

You weren't really a judgmental person, you're rather logical. Yoongi slept during class hours; he couldn't be bothered by moving a single inch, too. You guessed that he hated any form of activity and maybe, that included watering plants.

You were about to ask him if he lived alone when your voice had been overpowered by loud, boisterous bark.

"Oh! Hello there, little guy..." A giggle escaped from your lips when a small dog went your way to lick your exposed legs.

You squatted in front of the puppy so you could pet his furry head.

"Holly, no!" Yoongi called the attention of the brown poodle, but it couldn't care less. The dog named Holly still continued to ask for your affection.

"Holly!"

You almost whined when Yoongi took Holly away from you. You're sure the puppy hated it too. But Yoongi told you that his pet needed to learn his lesson first. The naughty dog really peed on the couch right after his bathroom training. Yikes!

Yoongi let you inside his room after your little encounter with Holly. The vibe of his room contradicted the overall theme of the house, but you had expected it to be this way nonetheless.

His bedroom walls were painted dark blue, too dark it's almost close to black. There's nothing much in his room except a single bed, a study area with lots of technical devices, and oh!

Amusement danced in your eyes when you noticed different manga books on his shelf. You didn't think that Yoongi was the type of person who would dwell on such things, but what really caught your attention was his album collection.

"You like Epik High!?" you couldn't help your enthusiasm when your eyes found the band's album called Shoebox resting on the black metallic shelf near his bed. Damn. Shoebox was your best-loved album of all time! You liked all songs by Epik High, however nothing could ever top the said album for you. Your ultimate favorite song had to be Amor Fatti. That song slapped, though its meaning was often misunderstood by many.

Yoongi only spared you a few glances from the moment you showed into his house, this time, however, he was looking at you intently and for the first time, you saw him smile, a shy one at that.

"Yeah...they're the reason why I write songs..." He whispered, too soft you barely heard it.

You even blinked. Did you hear him right?

"Oh, you're a songwriter?" You flashed a loop-sided smile that made Yoongi's cheeks red.

"Uh, well...it's just what I like to do during my free time."

You nodded and hummed, your eyes were still busy roaming around his room when an idea popped in your mind.

"So why don't we make use of your talent and write a song for this project?" You caught Yoongi's eyes again, but this time, it didn't look dead, truthfully, his pupils dilated when he heard what you just said.

You instantly defended your suggestion.

"I mean, we don't really have a plan, and now we have. I think you're pretty good at it so it'll make our jobs easier. I can sing, don't worry..."

You hated saying that, though you didn't have a choice. You needed to convince him that producing a song would be such a good idea.

Your professor said you needed to make something, anything that would elicit a reaction from him and your classmates. This was a psychology class and your topic for midterm was all about emotions. Mr. Kim Seokjin, your professor, was tired of doing all the talking, especially because your class was unresponsive, so to save his voice (and brain cells probably) he told the whole class that the remaining meeting for midterm would be about his students showcasing their talents that wold, like what you had said, gain extreme emotions from your classmates. It's actually easy except that you're paired with someone you were not close with. On top of that, the presentation of the project shouldn't exceed ten minutes, and lastly, it should be personal.

You spent days thinking about what you and your partner could do, but your brain cells weren't cooperating since you only had two of it, the first one was sleeping and the other only knew the words "Nothing, bitch."

And so now that your former brain cell decided to wake up and save you from your misery of being stupid (even if it's just for good three minutes) you're willing to take it.

Before your 180 seconds ran out, you immediately started blabbing words to convince Yoongi to produce a song with you.

And guess what? Your convincing power must be really good (or maybe you're just as annoying as Mr. Bang and Yoongi just wanted you to shut up too) but hey, at least Yoongi agreed!

<<< Weirdo >>>

The third time you met Yoongi's eyes—well, it's not really the third time. You had actually lost count on how many times your eyes locked with each other. Sometimes, it's a conscious act, but most of the time, it's not. You guys would just find yourselves staring into each other's eyes when you didn't know what lyrics to write next.

Producing a song was not as easy as what you thought it would be. It had been three weeks since the two of you started this project. Yoongi's room had been your workplace ever since. He had the equipment you needed plus it's easier to meet here since your dorm was just meters away from his house.

"My damn throat hurts like hell!" You groaned before collapsing on top of Yoongi's bed.

The past three weeks you spent with Yoongi made the two of you start a beautiful friendship. Admittedly, it's not really beautiful since most of the time; you're bickering at each other. You and Yoongi were so different from each other. He liked starting his work early because he wanted to finish it early. You, on the other hand, were his exact opposite. You're the play now, work later type of person and Yoongi hated it so much. While he practiced delayed gratification, you sat there and ruined everything.

You were always on his bed, cuddling his pet Holly. That's most likely the reason why it's only been two days since you two finished the song. It took almost three weeks because of your procrastinating ass, and now, you suffered. The two of you only had a week before you performed this in front of your class. Yoongi was pissed off at you for the reason that you still hadn't finished memorizing the lyrics and your voice was already strained.

“If I ever see you drinking cold water again, I will fucking drown your ass on that water as I behead you, and then I will freeze your head." Yoongi warned as he joined you in bed.

"Ohhh, morbid. I like that..." You shrugged your shoulders and then you buried your face on his chest—making him groan in irritation.

"You weirdo, get away from me!"

"No..." You laughed because Yoongi was the weird one here. He told you not to touch him or stay close to him, but at the same time, he's wrapping his arm on your waist.

You wondered if this was okay, it's just been three weeks since the two of you had been formally introduced, and yet, you found comfort here. On his bed. In his arms.

You smiled to yourself, yes, Yoongi was a weirdo, but so were you.

<<< Namjoon’s Party >>>>

What you considered as the fourth time you met Yoongi’s eyes was also the first time he called you by your given name.

“You feel so good…” He moaned your name on your neck, his hands were tightly wrapped around your waist—enjoying your body heat.

You suddenly thought if dragging Yoongi into this party was the best idea. Right now, you had no freaking clue how to act. You’re drunk, but not too drunk to not think about the consequences of this night. But damn, you’re just a human. A horny human! How could you possibly stop Yoongi when he’s using his soft lips to paint bruises on your neck!?

You could just push him away and you knew that, though you were also aware that your mind and heart wouldn’t want that, not when you liked what he’s doing to you.

“Namjoon’s party sucks.”

“Just not your crowd, weirdo...” You chuckled. Oh, thank heavens for Namjoon. He was one of your childhood friends and frankly, the song you and Yoongi produced wouldn’t be finished without the help of Namjoon. So when that friend of yours texted you to come to his birthday party, you immediately agreed. Fortunately, you didn’t have to force your one brain cell to wake up just so you could convince Yoongi to go with you.

This wasn’t what Yoongi likesd he hated parties because he didn’t want to talk to stupid people and drunken people were stupid people. Perhaps the only reason why Yoongi was here was because he couldn’t turn down Namjoon—not after all your friend’s genius advice.

“I hate this place.” Yoongi added, he’s now looking at you with sparks in his eyes—or maybe you’re just drunk. Too intoxicated to feel and see anything other than the fact that Yoongi’s already grinding at you.

You huffed; suddenly offended by the clothes you’re wearing. Were you supposed to wear this when all you wanted was to feel Yoongi’s touch on your bare skin?

“We’re here for Namjoon—”

“God, can’t you take the hint?” Yoongi cut you off by pouting.

You blinked. Did this weirdo just pout? And oh, his lips…his lips were hot….hot against your own mouth.

“Yoongi….” You breathed, your eyes were too hazy to see his gummy smile.

“Let’s get the hell out of this place…”

That night, you once again lost count as to how many times you met his eyes. You also figured out that his eyes looked best the most when he’s down on his knees, facing your hips.

<<< The Performance >>>

You were expecting to meet Yoongi’s eyes as soon as you opened your very own one; however panic and fear consumed your whole being that you immediately ran out of Yoongi’s room. You’re too frightened to let him see you that you hurriedly put your clothes on and left his house.

It’s not like it was going to change the fact that you slept with your classmate in Psychology, however, you were scared. Scared to see his eyes back to being dead when just last night, the moon and the stars were there, staring at you like you’re not just a dust in this universe, but the whole universe.

Besides, you had one logical reason: you needed to pick up your costume for your upcoming performance with Yoongi. Taehyung, your designer friend was only available till nine in the morning, so you literally had to run like a lunatic right after you woke up from your cozy sleep on Yoongi’s bed.

Your outfit was perfect. Damn, Taehyung really had a talent when it came to this. Your confidence level was boosted just by wearing the clothes your great friend designed. You thought you’re finally ready to perform the song you and Yoongi produced for one month.

You were so ready, but your heart was not…

Just…where the hell was Yoongi? It had been two days since you last saw him. You hadn’t heard any news from him since you left his apartment the day after Namjoon’s party. Was he mad at you for leaving? Or did he even care?

You had fifteen minutes left before Mr. Kim Seokjin, your psychology professor, marked your grades zero.

“Fucking Min Yoongi, where the hell are you?” You grimaced when your call was directed on his phone’s voicemail.

You had two options: fake death so you wouldn’t have to perform, or kill Mr. Kim Seokjin. (They wouldn’t probably notice if you stabbed your professor on his side since most of them were busy preparing for their own presentations.)

But just as you’re about to resort to your latter option, Yoongi’s familiar scent immediately attacked your nose. You looked back only for you to cancel killing Mr. Kim Seokjin and just choose your former option.

God, how could it be possible for you to still want to stay alive when Min Yoongi was killing you with his looks? Gone was his light blond hair, but you’re not complaining since his now black curly hair was much much better than the previous one.

“Sorry I’m late. Holly peed on the couch again…” His multiple earrings looked too damn good on him. You’re silly; you’re fucking silly because you worried for nothing. Yoongi was still Yoongi, and the sparks in his eyes were still visible.

“It’s okay, we still have time…” You smiled as if the thought of murdering your professor didn’t just cross your mind. Oh well, nothing else mattered when Yoongi was here, right?

Mr. Kim Seokjin said that you and Yoongi would be the last performers for this day, which meant you still had at least half an hour left to stare at Yoongi like a vampire wanting to drink blood. But time flies fast when you’re busy with something. Thirty minutes ago, you were just ogling at your partner, right now, you were in front of the class, spitting fire with your partner.

The first verse of your produced song was rapped by Yoongi. Scratch that, Agust D was in front of you and not Yoongi. Your partner told you that he preferred to be called Agust D whenever he was performing his rap song.

Robber! Robber!

Sorry bae

Killer! Killer!

Sorry bae

Addiction—diction--diction

Sorry bae

“Oh! The court’s case you got away?”

Your partner smirked before proceeding to the next verse. You, on the other hand, stood there to hype the crowd.

You always get away

I’m sorry bae

You smoke cocaine but get away

Justice won’t be served

I’m sorry bae

Everything, everything, everything

Unfair

You were nervous. The next verse was assigned to you. The plan was that you only had to sing the chorus part, though Yoongi had another idea. He wanted you to go out of your comfort zone and try something new. So here you were, rapping.

You commit the same sin

Sorry bae

Your silence they love it

Sorry bae

I see same pigs on the senate

Boring bae

Your vote they bought and they’re not

Sorry bae

Nothing’s new but rich people’s car are

Brand new

Sorry bae

You can’t be illiterate coz they take advantage

Before you know it, you’re one of the reasons

Why innocents are salvage

Politicians know your name

But after the election they act like they don’t know your name!

You and Yoongi both performed the chorus part. It looked like the crowd was enjoying your presentation because they also started shouting and hyping you up.

They love, they love, they love themselves

They know, they know your sufferings

But they don’t they don’t and will never care

Youth wake up, stand up, we should fight the state! Brr!

The following verse was rapped by Yoongi again. You took your time to feel yourself as you discreetly watched the reaction of the people in front of you. A whole month of stress and worry seemed to pay off. You even locked eyes with Park Jimin, one of your most-respected classmates; he cheered for you and that was enough for you to successfully perform the next verse.

I wanna get job (job, job, job)

But I can’t get on the spotlight

Yeah I wanna have a good life!

But my parent’s wings are cozy

I just wanna hide

It’s okay I have time

My trust fund won’t end

So I can still live

And breathe while I finish this game

Called being “dependent”

All night, all day

All night, all day

Don’t care, don’t care, don’t care!

The next verse was easy to execute since you and Yoongi both rapped it. You were facing each other and suddenly, you forgot that there were eyes watching you. Min Yoongi caressed your cheeks once. You smiled as you sensually rolled your body.

Who plays by the rule?

No one!

Who wants to grab a woman's hair?

Husband!

Yoongi slightly pulled your hair this time. You grimaced, but you still continued rapping.

He has mistress so the wife’s depressed

He forgot about their kids but that’s okay

She can cover up for him like how

She can cover her bruise and play cool

As she says “I love him, anyway.”

You moved away from your partner. Your mood instantly changed as you approached the next verse. This one’s challenging to write. Your heart was breaking as you sang.

The other woman on the street has been pulled

By the stranger claiming she’s wet like a pool

She should be thankful since this will feel like

a dream come true

Lick it lick it right, you can take it, right?

She cried and cried and cried, that should be a sign

But “High five!” he told the other man

As the woman cried, her voice is too loud

So they killed her that night.

You let out your frustration by growling and jumping. Min Yoongi was also lost in his own world as he rapped—raising his middle finger from time to time.

They love, they love, they love themselves

They know, they know your sufferings

But they don’t they don’t and will never care

You’re horny, you fucked up! Go on and hate yourself! Brr!

It’s Yoongi’s own verse again. His mood shifted too. If you weren’t part of this performance, you would probably just stare at him. Goddamn, Min Yoongi had his own way of expressing himself.

Back back to the killings!

Your guns check

Call me when you need a gunman I can kill

Even for a dollar

Hashtag no conscience

I don’t believe in God so hell sounds okay

I’ll be with my gang gang

So hell won’t be boring!

The demon you summon

so money won’t be your worry

Payday, paycheck so I can have that rolex

He pointed the rolex on his wrist. It’s not an authentic one, but that’s not the point. Clearly, he just wanted everyone to see that there were other ways to “look cool.” However, many people still chose to listen and be their own demons.

Click clack to the bang bang

Your time has run out.

Click clack here’s my gun

I’m so high on drugs

I see you as a rat

They can control me with money

So you take these four shots

Your life is like a fruit fly

“I can’t understand. Why is it so easy for them?” This was Min Yoongi’s question to you. He asked this while you two were writing the following verse. He hated a lot of things, though he could forgive and tolerate some of it easily. However, he clearly told you that he could never treat someone right if that person used violence.

Click clack to the bang, you and you

Wait your turn

Shit! You little boy

Come here look at the blood

How? You’re asking me?

I don’t know, you’re a man you should know how

He also told you how much he hated this unfair world. He respected women more than ever, but Yoongi was an advocate of both equality and equity. Why can’t boys cry? Are we robots? These were some of his questions too.

If this is the kind of world we live in

I don't wanna live at all

If I exist for your pleasure

then I refuse to accept this call

You joined Yoongi singing the last verse of the song.

They love, they love, they love themselves

They know, they know your sufferings

But they don’t they don’t and will never care

Yo’ human, are you human? If yes then help us save this place!

By the time you finish the song, everyone’s clapping their hands and cheering for you and your partner. You swore you even saw Mr. Kim Seokjin wrote “100” on your paper.

You smiled. The performance was over, contrarily, the attraction you felt for your partner was only starting.

<<< Kimchi and Other Sauces >>>>

The first time you met Yoongi’s pleading eyes was during dinner time. After your performance in Mr. Kim Seokjin’s class, your partner said that the two of you should celebrate this success. Of course you immediately agreed, but that did not mean you were willing to spend money.

“I swear to God, Yoongi…if you ever bring me to a fine-dining restaurant, I will fucking kill you.”

You were not joking. You had student loans to pay so you couldn’t afford to spend a hundred dollar for a fucking spaghetti and sparkling water.

“Chill, you weirdo. We can just—” He stopped mid-sentence because a brilliant idea just popped into his mind.

“What? You’re not planning a yacht dinner date, are you!?” You started freaking out and the uneasiness you felt only intensified when Yoongi smirked.

“Actually, I was planning to…you know…maybe…make you eat my cum.” He simply shrugged his shoulders.

He said it so casually that you just stared at him. Was he serious or were you supposed to be laughing now? You could feel your blood rushing. You were so confused. Excited. Worried.

After what it felt like forever, the staring contest with Yoongi finally ended. He offered his hands and of course, you immediately took it. The both of you rushed toward his big, black motorbike. Yoongi only brought one helmet so he told you to just wear it. The ride to his house wasn’t that far, anyway.

The both of you were in a hurry. Countless profanities were thrown at him for driving hastily; Yoongi even parked his motorbike in a reckless way. Still, you two couldn’t care less, especially Yoongi. How could he? Huh, definitely not after you stroked his cock while driving. That’s really not a smart move, at least not when Yoongi’s mother welcomed the both of you just as Yoongi opened his apartment’s door.

“Eomma! What are you doing here?!” Clearly, your partner wasn’t expecting to see his own mother. It’s pretty obvious since Yoongi’s jaw dropped and his neck was slowly turning red.

“You brat! Why wouldn’t I be here? This is my house!” You knew you weren’t supposed to laugh, however it’s hard to control yourself when Yoongi’s being hit by his own mother while he was trying to cover the bulge on his pants.

“Eommoni! Please! I have a guest!” Yoongi got away from his own mother by hiding himself behind your small frame.

“What—oh!” His mother’s eyes widened when she saw you. She seemed surprised to see Yoongi bring someone. Of course, Yoongi had never brought his friends home. Not even once. At this point, his mother was actually convinced that her son was allergic to human beings.

“I didn’t know that Yoongi is friends with someone as charming as you…” The frightening aura of his mother was completely gone. The older woman engulfed you into a tight, warm hug as she asked your name. You answered her with a smile on your lips.

Yoongi’s mom led you in the kitchen. Actually, you tagged along with her. She wanted to prepare a meal for you and her son, but of course, you couldn’t just sit still and look pretty. As a sign of respect, you needed to help her. Besides, you loved kitchen works, though you’re pretty sure cooking hated every fiber of your being.

The older woman just asked you to set up the table because according to her, she was always in charge of cooking. She also told you to be prepared because you’d surely forget your name once you tasted her award-winning Sam Gae Tang or that chicken soup with ginseng. Hoseok, one of your best friends, made the best chicken soup so your standard was kind of high. For you, nothing could beat Hoseok, but we’ll just have to see.

“Please be kind to my mother…”

Yoongi’s voice and eyes were pleading as he sat beside you. The food was already prepared and the two of you were ready to eat. You were just waiting for Yoongi’s mom to finish washing her hands.

You just raised your brows at the man beside you, clearly not understanding why he’s pleading because really, you knew how to respect elders.

Yoongi sighed.

“My mom is a terrible cook. Her soup tastes like shit, man…” Yoongi shook his head like a traumatized kid. He even bit his lower lip.

You’re about to say something, but you heard his mother’s footsteps, meaning, if you spoke, she might hear you, and so you just kept your mouth shut. You’re expecting Yoongi to do the same, though he just leaned on your shoulders—his eyes were still begging.

“Please, baby? Just put a lot of kimchi and other sauces on your soup to get rid of the awful taste. Can you do that for me?”

You simply nodded. That night, you realized that Yoongi was willing to do everything just to make someone he loved happy. Days, weeks, months, and years passed and you still admired how every time you had dinner with him and his mother, Yoongi would urge you to put kimchi and other sauces on your chicken soup.

At this point, you were convinced you loved Min Yoongi. You had always loved cooking, hell, you were willing to lose your bachelor’s degree if that meant you would be good at cooking, because…

You, just like Yoongi’s mom, were a terrible cook. But Yoongi never complained nor did he ever put kimchi and other sauces on the food you cooked just for him.

<<< Silver Dust>>>>

The first time you asked Yoongi why he liked looking into your eyes was when the both of you were having a staring contest.

The wind was unbelievably cold tonight, clearly, you weren’t expecting to freeze in the middle of a summer night. The annoying weather led you into thinking if climbing on top of your boyfriend’s house’s roof was a good idea. Sure the stars were pretty, but you felt cold. Too cold.

“Do you know the story about the Window and the Mirror?” Yoongi asked out of the blue. He also pulled your body closer to him—making you grimace. The texture of the roof was hard on your back. You shook your head, why did you choose to lay on the roof without any blanket again? Sometimes, your choices in life were really questionable.

“Nah, what happened?” You’re never a fan of stories.

Yoongi sighed. He pulled you closer to him until your face was buried on his neck. Damn. He smelled like smoke and sex.

“Well, for starters, my father left us…”

Yoongi’s words monetarily made you stop breathing. You had known him for years now, but not once did you ever talk about his father. You were aware that his father left him and his mom, though you didn’t know the story behind it.

“My father was a good man and he always tells me he loves my mother more than ever. For the longest time of my life, I believed him. He never looked into anyone’s wife. He never had a mistress, but my father is selfish.”

You just hummed to let him know that you were listening.

He cleared his throat.

“Mom just wants a simple life and that’s why we never left Daegu. This is my home. Our home.” Yoongi’s grip on your shoulder tightened, he looked up in the sky—the stars were prettier when you were in Daegu.

“My father doesn’t like to be here, though. He loves the city. He craves city life. Ever since I was young, he kept telling my mom that they should move to Seoul. Abeonim hates farming. He calls our strawberry farm disgusting. Said he should become a CEO and not a stupid farmer.” Yoongi laughed bitterly. He could still remember the way his father said those words.

“And guess what? He fucking did. Min Hyun Sik, chief executive officer of Bighit Company…” Yoongi cackled and you gasped.

Min Hyun Sik was his father? That guy was like the richest man in South Korea! You wanted to confirm this news that he just dropped, however, you couldn’t move because Yoongi’s grip on your shoulders was so tight.

“He became someone with power by leaving my mother and I.” Yoongi repeated as his eyes darkened. He no longer found the stars pretty. For him they were just lights—shining to hurt his eyes.

“He just left a note like that was going to be enough. He didn’t even say sorry. The only words written on those notes are him telling me to go to University using the money he left.”

You bit your lower lip. His grip was really, really tight…

“He wants me to go to college so I can follow him in the city, and so I went to college. But it’s not because I want to follow him. I enrolled just so I can fucking drop out during my last year.”

You furrowed your brow. If that was Yoongi’s original plan, then how…how come he’s a college graduate now?

“That was the plan before I met you…” Yoongi’s grip on your shoulder loosens, giving you the opportunity to look into his eyes.

He smiled at you.

“So, the story of the Window and the Mirror?” He offered and you just nodded.

“There’s this rich man—”

“Richer than your dad?” You asked. He laughed.

“Fucking richer than my dad…” He left a chaste kiss on your mouth. You giggled. “Anyway, the man went to see a rabbi, some sort of Jewish teacher. Of course the rabbi asked him what he wanted and the rich man said he doesn’t know what to do with his life anymore.”

“Uh, duh? He should give us money!” You butted in again. Yoongi kissed you once more just to make you shut up.

“Unfortunately, the teacher didn’t tell the rich man to give you money, weirdo. The Rabbi just led him over to the window and asked him this.” Yoongi cleared his throat. “What can you see through the glass?”

“And what’s the response of the rich man, Mr. Min?”

“I can see men coming and going and a blind man begging for alms in the street.” Yoongi answered you. “The rabbi seemed content with his answers, so this time, the teacher led him into a large mirror to ask him another question...”

“What is the other question?” You pressed.

“The rabbi asked him this, baby…” Yoongi pressed his lips on your mouth before proceeding to the story. “When you look in this mirror, can you tell me what you see?”

“And?!” You pressed again.

“I can see myself…”

“Obviously.” You rolled your eyes. You just wanted to know the sense of this story.

“And you can’t see the others. Notice that the window and the mirror are both made of the same basic material, glass. You should compare yourself to these two kinds of glass. Poor, you saw other people and felt compassion for them. Rich — covered in silver — you see yourself.”

“Oh,” was all you could say.

Your boyfriend smiled at you.

“My father chose to look in the mirror and I almost did the same. I almost dropped out of college just because I want my father to see that having a degree is useless. But, baby, if I actually chose to drop out, I wouldn’t have met you. I wouldn’t be able to give my mother a better life. I wouldn’t be able to afford to hire a cook and who knows? If I drop out of college, I would probably still be eating my mom’s shitty chicken soup.” You laughed at that.

“I am just saying, I like to look into your eyes because it reminds me of a window. It made me see a lot of things—new opportunities. Because of you, I stopped being selfish. You removed the silver in the mirror; you turned the silver into dust.”

“I fucking love you!” This time, you initiated the kiss.

You kissed Min Yoongi so hard that when you pulled away, he’s desperately gasping for air.

“I fucking love you too.”

<<< The Proposal >>>>

After reminiscing some of your unforgettable moments with Min Yoongi, you finally looked into his eyes.

Yoongi proposed to you and you’re contemplating whether to say yes or no. Your boyfriend despised the crowd, but here he was, down on his knees—shakily holding a ring on his hand.

You examined his face. His lips were quivering, for the first time; you saw how vulnerable he looked. It’s as if his whole life depended on this, and to be honest, it did. Yoongi couldn’t imagine life without you.

“Baby, are you gonna say yes or no?” Yoongi knitted his brows together.

You chuckled. Typical, Yoongi.

“Please stand up…”

Your boyfriend looked at you with confused eyes. His heart started beating so fast he’s very sure it would explode.

“B-But why? Don’t you want to—“ He stammered.

“Just stand up, Yoongi.”

With a heavy heart, Yoongi followed what you wanted. Deep inside, Yoongi was already murdering his friend, Jeon Jeongguk. He just told Yoongi that proposing in a strange, busy city would win your heart.

You two were currently in New York, New York. Strangers were watching you, and Brooklyn Bridge served as your backdrop. Jeongguk said that if Yoongi proposed in a place where no one knew you, then it was a sure win because your mother wouldn’t be able to stop Yoongi. Your childhood crush or ex wouldn't be in the picture too so it was another win for Yoongi. But your boyfriend was starting to regret his decision. He shouldn’t have listened to Jeongguk. What did that dipshit even know about love?

“Yoongi, are you listening?”

“Huh?” Your boyfriend’s train of thoughts were suddenly halted when you spoke.

“I can’t believe you. I just said yes!” You shake Yoongi’s shoulder. It looked like he was still out of his mind and that made you anxious. What if…what if he decided you’re not worth it anymore? What if he didn’t want to marry you anymore?

“Baby, I can’t believe you too. Please give me your hands!” Yoongi exclaimed.

“Oh!” You exclaimed as well. What the hell! You were so apprehensive that you zoned out too!

“We’re both weirdos, do you know that?” Yoongi shook his head after putting the sparkling ring on your finger.

You laughed.

“Oh, just shut up and kiss me.”

“Gladly.”

A Natural - Part 2

Description: Hybrid!Taehyung x Reader: You’re a single mom, and your son is your entire world. When you take him to get his first hybrid, his choice is pretty bewildering, until you realize that he was picking out a dad.

Warnings: Long. Not exactly focused on Taehyung and reader, but still

Posted: 02/06/2019

Tags: Taehyung, Hybrid Taehyung, Human Reader

Flufff and probably angst: 6,664 words

A/N: All of you who expressed interest, here is the part that was never going to exist. I had an idea, so, it happened.

“You took on the project? Are you crazy?!” One of your coworkers asked. You looked up at the man tiredly. “I wasn’t given much of a choice.” He shook his head. “You’re taking on too much. I’ll talk to them.” “Mr. Min, unless you want to make my job even harder, please refrain from confronting our boss. She’s already mad at me for saying my son is more important to me than this job. She’s made it very clear that this project determines whether I keep my raise or not.” Yoongi groaned and dropped into the chair across from you again. He’d only been working in this branch of the company for a week and hadn’t caught up to the office politics yet. Your phone rang, a very bad sign. You recognized Hoseok's number—Theo’s teacher. “What happened?” You asked instead of saying hello. “You’re going to have to come pick him up.” His voice was sympathetic. You sighed. “I’ll be there as soon as I can.” Yoongi watched you carefully as you ended the call. “Can’t your hybrid pick him up?” He guessed. You shook your head. “I’ll be gone an hour, tops. I’ll use my lunch break. Just, don’t draw attention to my empty desk.” He nodded. “Drive fast and take chances. I’ll cover for you if you run over.” “You’re the best,” You grabbed your purse and keys, foregoing the jacket despite the cold weather as you rushed out the door. You got to the school in ten minutes, and rushed to the principal’s office. Theo looked up at you, pale and with tear tracks. Hoseok stood up, pulling you back out into the hallway. “He’s been complaining of a headache all day, started feeling nauseous on the playground and someone blocked his way to the bathroom. He got into a fight with the kid, ended up puking all over him before either of them could actually hurt each other. They were teasing him about being sick.” You sighed. “I’ll talk to him tonight. Do I need to sign anything or…” He shook his head, patting your shoulder. “Just get him home. He’s been pretty miserable ever since snack time this morning.” Guilt overwhelmed you. “He said he didn’t want to go to school today but he wouldn’t give me a reason.” “I’ll keep a closer eye on him. I’ll also see where they are on the paperwork for Taehyung to be able to pick him up for you.” “Thanks, Hobi, I owe you.”

“I will collect one of these days,” He teased. You opened the office door again, noticing now that Theo wasn’t in the clothing you sent him to school in. “Come on, buddy, I have to take you home and get back to work.” “Sorry, mommy,” He murmured once you were both in the car. “It’s okay, baby. You have to let me know when you have headaches though, baby. You know you’re always sick when you have headaches,” You spoke gently, despite the anxiety that was clawing at you after spending so much time at the school. You had to get back to work in twenty minutes. “I didn’t think I would.” He was pouting a little. “Taehyung will take care of you and I’ll be home as soon as I can, okay?” “Yes, mommy.” You pulled into the drive. Taehyung appeared in the window, then was standing in the doorway, looking worried. You got out and pulled Theo out of his carseat. Tae was next to you in seconds. “Hey, what’s…oh, no, Theo! Headache?” He gently nuzzled the top of Theo’s head before picking him up. “I’ve got you, kiddo. We’ll put in a movie and I’ll help you do your school work when you feel better.” Theo settled into Tae’s arms. You kissed Theo’s head, then met Taehyung’s eyes. “I’ll be home as soon as I—” “I’ve got him. Just get home when you can. Go, before you’re late.” Taehyung nudged you toward the car. “I’ve got him.” You nodded, driving away as soon as you could. You got back to your desk without having eaten, exactly an hour after you left. Yoongi looked astonished. “You actually only took an hour. Did you eat?” You shook your head. “No time.” “What happened?” “He gets migraines, threw up on a kid who stood between him and the bathroom,” You answered, quickly getting to work so that when your boss came in she wouldn’t be able to yell at you. “Yikes,” Yoongi grimaced. “Is he on some sort of prescription for his headaches?” “They didn’t help. One made him more nauseous, another made him dizzy, and the other just put him to sleep. He’s seen three different neurologists. I’m still paying the bills from the last useless appointment. MRI’s cost a lot of money, by the way.” You quickly started typing up one of the reports in the stack you had to process. “Relax a little, she went out to lunch about ten minutes ago and I processed one of those on your computer just in case you ran over. I just sat back in my seat when you came in like a tornado. Also…is that a picture of Theo?” You nodded. “He’s adorable.” “Thanks.” “He takes after you a lot,” Yoongi commented. You smiled at him finally. “You’re distracted and don’t want to work. I get it. Just ask the question that you want to ask.” “Who was his father?” Yoongi asked, leaning on his desk. He looked genuinely curious, but also sympathetic. Like he was asking cause he cared. You pulled out a photo frame from the bottom drawer of your desk and set it on his desk, not answering verbally. “He never knew. Besides, Theo basically decided that Taehyung is his father now so whatever makes him happiest.” Yoongi swallowed. “I know his brother.” You froze, then met his gaze. He looked pretty shaken. “His younger brother and I…he’s one of my roommates. Been friends since college. Jimin.” You felt sick. “He…never talked about having a brother…” He never talked about any of his family. You two had been so happy together, but he had made it clear that he didn’t want to talk about his family. That his family was not a part of his life anymore, or that he wasn’t talking to them. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to blindside you…” Yoongi got up and came over when he saw how badly you were freaking out. “I won’t tell him. Not unless you tell me it’s okay. I get it, your family is just how you want it. I’m not going to mess that up for you. It’s okay, y/n. It’s okay.” He hugged you when he realized you were panicking, gently rubbing your back. “Just breathe.” This was something that had scared you, more than raising Theo alone. That there was family out there that might try and take Theo away from you. It was irrational. You were his mother, a good mother. Not even grandparents or siblings could take Theo away and they didn’t even know that he existed. Yoongi was confirming it, even now. “It’s okay. I won’t tell them about Theo.” He rubbed your back for a couple more seconds before pulling away. “I might cave and tell my other roommate just so I won’t have to go crazy alone. You know, bring someone else down with me.” You managed to choke out a laugh. “But…” He sighed, pulling away. “Jimin…it would make him so happy to know that there’s a piece of his brother out there. He wouldn’t tell his parents. Not if you asked him not to. Just consider it. Or you can meet him without us telling him who you are, and you can decide for yourself. With me as a buffer.” You wiped your eyes carefully, breathing carefully to calm down. “Thanks.” “Yeah, it’s my fault you got upset in the first place.” You two returned to working, but your mind was only partially present. Your eye caught the clock around the time that Theo was normally getting out of school. An idea manifested. “Saturday evening…I was thinking of having Theo’s teacher over for dinner. You all should come as well. I’ll give you the details when they’re tacked down.” Yoongi looked surprised. “Are you sure?” You nodded. “Don’t say anything until I confirm with Hobi, and make sure Theo won’t freak out. Or Taehyung.” “Definitely check with the hybrid. He’s a dog-hybrid, right? They can be territorial.” You nodded again. “I’ll keep my mouth shut until I hear from you.” You went back to work, putting it all out of your mind. You called Hoseok on the way home to see if he’d even be interested. “Home cooking? Are you serious or are you teasing me?” Hoseok laughed. “Well, there’s more to it than just you coming over for dinner so I can thank you for all the trouble I’ve been putting you through. You and Namjoon, who you should invite as well. Um, it’s also one of my coworkers and his roommates.” “Okay…why?” You took a deep breath. “Theo’s dad…one of Yoongi’s roommates is the younger brother of Theo’s dad.” It was quiet on the other end. “Whoa.” “Yeah. I still have to talk to Theo and Taehyung about it, but I wanted to see if you were at least free for dinner.” “Yeah. I’m free. And I will never say no to edible food. Neither will Namjoon. Just let us know the time.” “Thanks, Hobi. You’re an incredible friend and ally.” “Well, I have been thrown up on by your kid a couple times, so if I haven’t left by now…” You laughed at that. “You’re a saint. I have to go before Taehyung starts worrying about me sitting in the car.” “Talk to you soon.” “Yeah,” You hung up and got out of the vehicle, heading up to the house. Taehyung opened the door for you, looking curious. “Who were you talking to?” You rolled your eyes. “Hi, I’m great, how was your day? How’s Theo?” Taehyung ducked in and kissed you quickly, then smiled at you. “He’s asleep. His head started feeling worse so he lay in bed with an ice pack and I think the lavender actually made him worse this time.” “He must be sensitive to smell this time,” You sighed. He was frowning at you. “Were you crying? Who’s smell is on you? Who touched you?” “Tae, a little quieter,” You said, glancing behind him. “I had a bit of a freak-out at work, Yoongi was just helping me calm down. It’s totally platonic between us, and he’s the one that set up the freak-out so he felt obligated to help me calm down. We need to talk, though.” “About?” He hugged you, wiggling and rubbing so that you’d smell like him. “I was thinking about cooking dinner for some guests on Saturday. Hoseok and Namjoon, Theo’s teachers, to thank them for all their help the past couple of years, months, weeks, days. Yoongi and his two roommates.” You double-checked what you wanted to say before continuing, noting how still he had gone. “Yoongi…he saw the picture of Theo’s father and recognized him. One of his roommates is the younger brother of Theo’s father and…” “Really?” Taehyung pulled away, looking at you with big eyes, mouth agape. “I thought…” “I didn’t know. His father never talked about his family, and made it pretty clear that he never would talk about them. I stopped asking. I’m not telling Theo just yet. I wanted to see what Jimin was like first before acknowledging it. Besides, from what I understand they’re all bachelors so it’s probably been a while since they had a good meal and they’re all around your age, so maybe they can be your friends. Have someone to talk to or hang out with every now and then. Hoseok and Namjoon have wanted to meet you anyway.” He was grinning at you. “Sounds fun.” “Really? You’re not going to get overprotective or anything?” “Nope. I mean, I’m not going to let any of them cling to you, but I’m curious about them. Besides, I live here. I’m Theo’s dad and I get to kiss you. They don’t.” He looked a little smug about that. “Think Theo will be okay with it?” “Sure, just make sure they all know that they have to play at least one game with him.” He shrugged. “Since it’s here, they’ll know that you have a kid. It’ll be fine. I’m here to mediate.” You kissed his cheek. “You’re a God-send.” He grinned so big his eyes closed, allowing you to escape so you could finally change out of your uncomfortable work clothes. Yeah. The dinner would be fine. You had Taehyung, Hoseok, and Yoongi as buffers. You texted Yoongi and Hoseok with the time and address, as well as the game condition for Theo. They both replied within minutes. Now you just had to cook for six men, yourself, and Theo, and make sure that Theo knew of the plans. Piece of cake. ———— “Mr. Jung! Mr. Kim!” Theo slammed into Hoseok’s leg first, then hopped to Namjoon’s. “Hi!” “Hey, kiddo, missed you in music class on Thursday.” Namjoon ruffled Theo’s hair with a grin. “Yeah, I got sick again,” Theo scuffed the floor, then brightened up and took both of their hands, pulling them into the house. “Tae-Tae! These are my teachers!” Taehyung greeted them, a little shyly, but overall friendly. He was familiar with their scents from picking them up on yours and Theo’s clothing. You stayed by the door because you’d seen Yoongi’s car pulling into the driveway, and waved as he got out of the car. Two more men got out of the car as well, one wearing a hooded jacked, and the other… You recognized that leather coat. You waved them right inside. “Come on in. Hey, Yoongi.” “Hey, this is Jimin and this is Seokjin. You said your hybrid was friendly, right?” “He is,” You paused for a moment, then realized why they were asking. Seokjin was a hybrid as well, ears back somewhat nervously. “You still should have told me, though,” You rolled your eyes at Yoongi. “It’ll be fine.” “Right, well, guys, this is Y/n.” “Thank you for having us,” Seokjin said politely. Jimin just smiled, nodding his agreement to the sentiment. “Of course. Come on in. The other’s are in the living room and kitchen.” You led the way through to the living room. Hoseok looked up when they all came in, curious. “Hoseok, Namjoon, Taehyung, Theo: This is my coworker Yoongi, and his roommates Seokjin and Jimin.” Taehyung darted up to Seokjin with a grin. “Hi!” Seokjin smiled back, chuckling a bit. “Hi.” Jimin chuckled as they both sniffed at each other. “See, it’s fine, Yoongi-hyung.” Theo was looking at them with curiosity and excitement, bouncing in place. “Hi!” Jimin grinned at him. “Hey. How old are you?” “I’m six!” Theo replied proudly. “Really?” Jimin replied just as excitedly, but there was a slight sadness in his eyes. Crap. You glanced questioningly at Yoongi. He shook his head slightly. “It smells amazing in here.” “It really does. How long must we endure the torment?” Hoseok asked dramatically. “Another fifteen minutes.” You headed behind the counter. Namjoon sighed. “It’ll be worth it. Good cooking. Home cooking. And we’ll do the dishes, y/n. Right, Hoseok.” “No,” You replied. “Hoseok is here because I owe him about ten-thousand if he does the dishes then I don’t even get to take it down by one.” “Home cooking counts for about a hundred favors,” Hoseok informed you gravely. “Mommy’s cooking is the best,” Theo chimed in. Taehung nodded his agreement, pulling Theo into his lap on the floor. “Definitely.” Yoongi joined you in the kitchen. “Can I help with anything? We should have offered to bring a dessert or something.” “Could you mash the potatoes? I’ve had to pick Theo up a couple times today and my arms aren’t having it.” He nodded, quickly taking over for you. “I didn’t tell Jimin, I promise. I haven’t spoken a word of it. I told them you invited me because I covered for you at work and I complained one too many times about how our cooking is sub-par.” You sighed, somewhat relieved. “At least that’s not too far from true.” “Exactly. What was it you told me? A good lie holds some truth in it.” You nodded. Seokjin and Taehyung were sitting side-by-side, tails wagging and talking somewhat animatedly with their ears perked. “I’m so glad they get along. I should have told you that Jin was a hybrid sooner. I just…I forget about it sometimes. My parents got him for me when I was seventeen. He’s the reason I went to college in the first place. He could attend classes with me and get a job. Not a great job, but he’s happy that he can work. I’m so used to treating him like a human that I honestly forgot that it might not be a good idea to bring another dog hybrid into a home where there already was one. What kind is Taehyung?” “Collie.” “Ah, well, that explains some of it.” “They’re very social dogs,” You agreed. “He hasn’t been able to socialize a lot. I was hoping this would be good for him as well.” Jimin was now part of Taehyung and Jin’s conversation, and they appeared to be including Theo who was surprisingly still in Taehyung’s lap. Hoseok dove right into the conversation as well, somehow dragging Namjoon in. You watched carefully. Theo suddenly stood up and spun toward you. “Mommy, what was my daddy’s name?” You froze. “Hey, you told me Taehyung was your daddy,” Hoseok teased lightly, tickling the kid. Theo giggled. “No, the one that died!” It got really quiet as everyone waited tensely for your answer. Hoseok, Yoongi and Taehyung were looking at you desperately nervous. Theo was looking at you with curiosity. “Come here, baby,” You beckoned with a forced smile. He scrambled over to you, happily sitting on the counter when you helped him up onto it. “Why do you ask, baby?” You asked as quietly as you could. He wiggled a little in place. “Because he looks like the picture you showed me.” “Jimin isn’t your father.” “But he looks like him.” “Maybe a little,” You conceded and kissed his forehead and whispered the name that you didn’t want the others to hear. “Okay, baby?” He nodded, smiling at you. “Okay. Mommy, are you okay? You looked sad.” He touched beside your eyes then rubbed his nose against yours adorably. You pressed kisses to his face playfully. “I’m fine, baby. Why don’t you go wash your hands for dinner? Milk or water with dinner?” “Water,” He chirped, wrapping his arms around your neck so you would carry him at least a little ways before setting him onto the floor. Then he scurried to the bathroom. The whole room seemed to breathe a sigh of a relief. “Does he normally blindside you with loaded questions like that?” Namjoon asked, looking stressed. “Thankfully, no.” “What even brought that up?” Seokjin’s eyes were huge, and his ears back from the increase in stress in the room. He must be susceptible to it all. You opened your mouth to respond, but Theo had come back in and heard the question. “He looks a little like my dad,” Theo said, pointing at Jimin. “I couldn’t remember what his name was so I asked Mommy.” Jin whimpered, shrinking against Taehyung as the tension spiked again. Jimin just looked confused. But Namjoon was looking at you with big eyes. And Jin seemed to have made the connection as well. Theo looked uncomfortable. “What’s wrong? Mommy, did I do something wrong?” You swallowed hard. “No, Theo. Food’s ready, everyone!” Jimin looked worried, but everyone hurried to the table. Taehyung scooped Theo up with a silly sound. Giggles filled the air instead and both Hoseok and Jin jumped into the silliness as if to divert everyone’s attention. But Jimin caught your elbow, startling you. “I’m sorry,” He said softly. “If I had known I looked like him…” “You don’t. Not that much. It’s okay. I didn’t even know that Theo looked at the picture that often.” “Could I see it later?” He asked. You looked away, meeting Taehyung’s eyes. He tilted his head, then nodded encouragingly. You looked back at Jimin. “Sure. After dinner.” He nodded and quickly sat down at the table with everyone. Somehow the meal passed pleasantly, the conversation never getting dull. Theo was ecstatic and Taehyung seemed to be getting along with all of them really well. It was nice. Taehyung hugged you from behind when everyone got up, following Theo over to whatever game he chose. “You okay?” You nodded. “Not in front of Theo, Tae,” You whispered. He nodded into your shoulder and released you, grateful you told him instead of pushing him away. He impulsively pecked your cheek before practically skipping over to the others. You rolled your eyes, going to your room and grabbing the picture frame, turning to see that Jimin had followed you. “I thought it might throw Jin-hyung into a panic attack if the picture was brought out there,” Jimin explained. “He’s had a rough week. Having good food always helps him, and he really does love Theo. It’s hard not to love the kiddo.” He smiled genuinely. “Sorry, if I upset you. You don’t have to show me the picture.” You shook your head. “You have a right to know.” He looked confused, until he took the picture frame from you. He stared at the photo of you with his brother, then at you, then back at the picture. “That’s…” “Your brother. Yeah. Yoongi recognized him from the photo I keep at the office. I didn’t know…I didn’t know anything about his family. He wouldn’t talk about them. When he died…I knew he was in contact with his family, since his body had to be sent to someone. Since I wasn’t the one arranging a funeral,” You said softly, shaking your head and looking at the floor. “I asked Yoongi not to say anything until I…met you myself.” Jimin sat down on the chair by your vanity. He looked stunned, tracing the photo, then his face transformed into some form of fear and relief. “Theo’s his kid? He’s my nephew?” You nodded, hugging your knee as you sat on the chest at the end of your bed. “You were the woman that my brother couldn’t stop talking about, but would never name,” He breathed out with something akin to a sob. “He loved you so much. He wanted me to meet you, but then…he died…and I didn’t know…He had a kid?” “He didn’t know,” You whispered. “I didn’t know. He died before I even found out.” Jimin was in tears, and suddenly Jin was poking his head in, looking worried. You gestured toward Jimin and Jin immediately wrapped his arms around the other man, making soft comforting sounds. Jimin looked up with a smile. “Does he know?” “Theo doesn’t know. Not yet. But pretty much everyone else does now, right?” Jin nodded. “Figured it out before dinner.” Taehyung poked his head in, then was gone just as quick. Jimin looked somberly at you. “I understand if you don’t want…but…I’d really like to get to know him. Please.” You rested your cheek against your knee for a moment, thinking about it. You got a good impression from him, and Theo had actually let Jimin help him at the table instead of insisting on someone he’d known longer. And Taehyung and him had already started talking about hanging out before the end of dinner. “Okay. I mean, I don’t want you alone with him…not for a while, but we can tell him. You can get to know him.” You spoke softly, uncertain if this was a good decision or not. He grinned through tears. He looked at Jin. “He had a kid. He had a kid.” He curled into Jin’s arms. Jin gestured that it’d be a while until Jimin calmed down and that you should head back out. You nodded. “We’ll tell him when you’ve calmed down. I should get back out there before Theo comes back here. Don’t loot my bedroom.” Jimin giggled and Jin cracked a smile. You left them to pull together, then went out and found that Theo had the other four men involved in a game of Candyland, though it was pretty obvious that none of them were playing the way it was supposed to be played. But Theo was beyond happy, grinning from Taehyung’s lap. He was starting to look like he was calming down. Which meant that he’d be ready to sleep in about an hour and a half. You sat down and Theo quickly switched to your lap. “They’re all cheating,” He told you happily, immediately refocusing on the game. You smiled and stroked his hair before pressing a kiss to his head. He relaxed into your arms. “Where’s Mr. Jimin and Mr. Jin?” “They’ll be out in a couple minutes,” You answered softly. Taehyung took your hand, eyes examining you carefully. “How’d he take it?” Yoongi asked, his tone uninterested so it went right past Theo. “I need to replace the box of tissues in my room,” You answered. He nodded. “Figured when both Jin and Taehyung went to check on you.” Taehyung just grinned and squeezed your hand. “Telling him?” You nodded, relying on his hand to keep calm. There was no telling how Theo would react to it all. Telling him suddenly that he had an uncle. His father’s brother. It could upset the delicate balance of your life. Taehyung and Hoseok shifted closer to you, seeming to sense your nervousness. Taehyung rested his head on your shoulder. Namjoon and Theo were playfully debating over a rule in the game when Jimin and Jin rejoined everyone. Theo was more than happy to come up with a rule to let both of them back into the game, effectively kicking Yoongi out of the game. Yoongi grinned and laughed, surprised at how boldly Theo ejected him from the game. “He’s good.” You shook your head, amused at Theo playing a game without the rules. When he played with you he usually at least tried to play by the rules (you just didn’t enforce all of them because he doesn’t understand them all the time). Theo won the game (big shock), and he happily cheered for himself, flopping across yours and Taehyung’s laps. Then he sat up, turning to look at you. “Was my dad good at playing games?” “He was good at making it fun,” You answered, smiling. The most innocent game you two had played was Apples to Apples and you two had found ways of making it dirty. “We were usually too busy laughing to actually play the game.” That was true at least. He looked a little disappointed at the answer for once. “But you know, Jimin would know better,” You said softly, tilting Theo’s face up to yours. He looked confused. “How would he know?” “How much do I love you?” You asked, rubbing your nose against his. “Beyond infinity,” He giggled, wiggling in your hold. “I didn’t tell you something so I could protect you.” He smiled and nodded. “Okay. What?” He looked so trusting and it made everything easier. “I found out a couple days ago that your father had a younger brother, Jimin. I wanted to meet him myself before I told you, but Jimin is your uncle.” His eyes were huge. “So, while I don’t know a lot about your father, Jimin probably knows just about everything.” Theo looked at Jimin, looking astonished. “Everything?” Jimin nodded excitedly. “Just about.” Taehyung wrapped his arms around you, smiling as he watched. “Did he play soccer? Do I look like him? Did he like cartoons? What was his favorite color? Mine’s blue!” He was bouncing in place, as he asked questions rapid-fire. Jimin was just grinning and laughing a little, trying to keep up with the questions to answer them. When Theo finally seemed to run out of questions, he looked at you with awe. “I have an uncle! Daddy, I have an Uncle!” He dropped into Taehyung’s lap. Taehyung turned a bit red, but quickly wrapped Theo in a tight embrace. “That’s great, Theo.” Jimin was looking at Theo with so much love. That look…that made him look like his older brother. He met your gaze, and just nodded. Meanwhile Taehyung was laughing silently. “He’s asleep.” You dropped back against the chair behind you. “Oh thank God.” Hoseok laughed softly. “It’s been a crazy night for you guys. Put him to bed. We’ll do the dishes. You won’t owe me, or Namjoon.” “We’ll head out,” Yoongi said, making sure Jin and Jimin were in agreement. “I’ll see you at work on Monday.” You nodded, smiling at them. Taehyung carried Theo to his bed after murmuring a goodbye to the others. Jin touched your hand. “Thank you for having us. This was really great.” He looked pretty worn out, and you guessed his heightened empathy he’d been put through the wringer. He headed for the door, only to get intercepted by Taehyung who bear-hugged him with a wagging tail. Yoongi patted your shoulder. “The food was great.” “Glad you liked it.” Which left you and Jimin. “Thank you,” He said softly. “Having a piece of my brother…it means so much.” You nodded, looking at the floor. “It’ll be good for him. Have some more family. Have a connection to his father. He doesn’t need it, not really, but someday he’d want it. Besides, after you’ve been around for a while I can pawn him off on you while I take a nap.” He grinned and then hugged you briefly. “I can’t wait. I’ll help Tae teach him how to play soccer!” He then hopped after Jin and Yoongi. You turned toward the two men in the kitchen. “Saints, both of you.” “You’re the saint for feeding us. We need to do this more.” Hoseok hugged you tightly. “Let Tae help you relax tonight,” He whispered. You pressed your face into his shoulder, finding comfort in one of your oldest friends. You’d gone to college with him, and he was the one who helped you get through being a single mom. He was basically your brother. You heard a soft, choked, growl and turned toward Taehyung. He looked pouty. Hoseok chuckled. “See you Monday, y/n.” Namjoon hugged your shoulders, but avoided anything more. “I’ll see you eventually. Hoseok should call in more of those favors you owe him. We’re living on takeout.” “That’s because Namjoon burned the pot instead when he boiled water,” Hoseok teased. “And I can make instant noodles. Besides, we’re all busy. And I don’t really mind whether those favors ever get called in.” “We’ll have to make dinners more regular,” You told them, rubbing their arms. “See you both soon.” They nodded, saying goodbye to Taehyung, and went out the door. Taehung was on you in seconds, holding you tightly. “Mine. Mine, mine, mine.” You squeaked. “Taehyung!” He ignored you and scooped you up, carrying you into your room, closing the door behind him. “Mine. Need to—ugh!” He dropped you onto the bed, and then shoved the chair Jimin had sat in into the closet. He ran out of the room. You blinked in concern, ready to send a mayday text to Hoseok, who was surely not gone yet. Taehyung came back with three blankets from his room and used one to stuff against the bottom of the closet door, then threw the other two over you before crawling onto the bed and forcefully cocooning you in the two blankets before cuddling up with you under the comforter. “Mine.” He kissed your face and neck. You swallowed. “Um, Taehyung, I haven’t even brushed my teeth and I’m wearing jeans…my uncomfortable ones.” He growled, but it sounded pouty. “But I was so good, the whole time! I let them touch you and I let them get their scent on you when I didn’t want it there and—” “Taehyung,” You interrupted. “They’re gone. Besides, didn’t we already establish who I kiss?” “Me.” “Hoseok is like a brother to me. The others are friends and we’ve come out of the past where a woman would marry her deceased man’s brother. And no-doubt Jin could tell that you consider me to be yours since he limited his physical interactions.” You wiggled, trying to free yourself. “Not to mention this is a little extreme!” “I wouldn’t have to be extreme if you would just let me love you always,” He pouted as he held you still. “You know why I can’t.” You sighed, giving in since he was much stronger than you and it had been a day. “It’s what he wants, though,” Taehyung murmured softly, gently, lovingly. “And if it doesn’t work out between us then—” “You think too much. Who says it won’t?” He kissed you then. “Look, I’m serious about you. I know it scares you, being into someone, but I’m not going anywhere. Let’s face it, you adopted me for him but he wanted me for you. Did you know that hybrids have this instinct about compatibility? They know if a mate will be a life-long one by scent, and brief observation.” “I didn’t know that,” You replied, tired and uncomfortable. You just wanted to change into pajamas, maybe have a good cry, and sleep in tomorrow morning. He finally released you, sitting both of you up so he could look you in the eye. “I know it’s you. I’m just waiting for you to know it too.” He leaned in and kissed you. “It’s been a long night, Tae,” You whispered, choking up. Your eyes burned and filled unexpected  ly. He helped you up and unwrapped you, then he got your pajamas and set them on the bed before leaving the room with a soft promise to be right back. You changed, still upset and tearing up for the stupidest reasons. He came back into the room with a soft knock and his pillow, wearing his own pajamas. He guided you into the bed, covering you up with your regular blankets, and then got in on the other side. He cuddled up to you, gently brushing the stupid tears from your face. “It’s okay. It’ll be okay. We’ll make it okay.” You sighed, letting yourself relax under his touch. “I don’t even know why I’m crying.” “That’s okay too,” He rested his forehead against yours. “We have the night, and tomorrow for you to wind down.” “Just to start it all over again on Monday,” You murmured, squeezing your eyes shut. He let out a sympathetic whimper and pulled you fully into his embrace, pressing his lips to yours. He lingered in the gentle kiss, then barely a second after that kiss ended, he kissed you again. Firm, and with just a hint of passion. You met his eyes, blinking slowly. He shifted toward you, kissing you again, deeper. More. “The door is locked. He’s fast asleep. Let me show you. Let me take away your loneliness. I told you we’d go slow, and we have been. But I also told you that I would take care of you. I’ll take care of you.” He pressed kisses to your neck. You took a deep breath and then slid your fingers into his hair, remembering that night. You’d felt so certain. Hesitant, but certain. Until this week you’d still felt certain. “It’s his memory, right? Theo’s father? I’m sure all of this has felt like peeling a scab off.” “No, honestly, even talking about him…it doesn’t hurt that much anymore. It hurts, but it’s more of a sentimental hurt and less of a ‘I can’t say your name without crying’. I had to move past my grief quickly. I was pregnant. Theo was my miracle, a little piece of his father left here. I’m okay with that. But I used to be so scared that his family would come looking and find out Theo existed and try to take him away from me. That was the first thing that came to mind when Yoongi told me about Jimin. ‘All of my fears could come true’. That’s what I thought, and I knew it was irrational. There was no way for them to know about Theo because I hadn’t.” “Did Hoseok ever meet Theo’s father?” “Twice, never for more than an hour or two and they only actually talked the one time. The other Hoseok was busy trying to impress someone.” You smiled and shook your head at the memory. “What was the last thing you said to him?” He asked in a whisper. “ ‘Tell Brody that if he makes you late for our date I’ll staple his tongue to the bathroom door and then light his house on fire.’ Then I waved and blew him a kiss before I got in my car. He was laughing and walking toward his own car when I saw him last.” “And when you found out he died?” “He was late. I was dressed up for our date, waiting for him. He wasn’t answering his phone. I was getting ready to call Brody, when the doorbell rang. Brody insisted on being the one to tell me. He had just been released from the hospital. He stood in my doorway, leaning on his crutches, and crying. He didn’t really need to say it, it was obvious something bad had happened and seeing him beat up and crying…what else could it have been for him to come in person instead of calling?” “How much later did you find out about being pregnant again?” “Two weeks after he had been buried. Brody told me when the funeral was, and he said he’d take me, but…I couldn’t bring myself to go. I didn’t want to meet his family since he had always avoided talking about them. Brody put a picture of us in for me. I haven’t talked to him in a while. We usually only talk on the anniversary of that day. And he calls on Theo’s birthday. He got a really good job, but he’s pretty far away now.” You sighed and wiggled so that his head was just above yours, and you could tuck into his neck. He rubbed your back soothingly, relaxing completely. “Can we cuddle more? It’s lonely in my room.” He kissed the top of your head. You nodded, eyes closing tiredly. The way he touched you… You felt more comfortable than you had ever felt with any man. Including Theo’s father. You pulled away and met his eyes. “Theo’s going over to a friends house next Friday.” He looked confused, then his eyes widened before he smiled a little. “I’ll order us dinner. I can’t cook very well or I would.” You kissed him gently, then looked at him while biting your lip. “I’ll wear something nice.” His hand slid to your neck, then his finger caught the roots of your hair. At first you thought he was going to pull you into another kiss, but he guided your head back to the crook of his neck instead and wiggled until he was comfortable. “Goodnight, y/n.” You smiled, closing your eyes. “Goodnight, Taehyung. Love you.” He held you tightly, even as you realized what words slipped out of your mouth. “Love you too.”

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The Fire Was Screaming Out Your Name (And I Watched You Burn) Ch. 6

Pairing: Jungkook/Jimin

Description: Mafia au

Jungkook was Jimin’s most trusted right-hand man. While Jungkook is dutiful and devoted towards Jimin, their relationship and past is slowly unveiled, but not without turmoil and conflict.

Author’s Note: New year means new chapter for this fic! Yay!!! 2019 was honestly SO HAHA YIKES for me so here’s to 2020 being a better year for mental and emotional health. Hope you enjoy this chapter and I’ll see you in the next one!

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Jimin frowned, gripping his fountain so hard it was almost at the point of snapping in two. He had really not expected to delegate any of his time or attention to the Jeons this early when they weren’t even a threat to him yet, but even he had to admit that Suwoong’s words sparked an undeniable awareness of their growing monopoly over key territories. These were territories that could bring billions of dollars in profit in the right hands and there was no way Jimin would give up his portion so easily.

There was a knock and the door opened to reveal Kim Namjoon, standing tall in his black suit. Jimin relaxed a little, at least he still had the Kim’s and Min’s on his side.

“Namjoon hyung, what brings you all the way here from Ilsan?” Jimin stood up to move to the plush leather seating area.

“I wanted to see how you were doing, Jimin-ah, plus I have some information I think would be useful to you.” Namjoon took a set across from Jimin and leaned forward, clasped hands resting on his knees, a serious expression taking over his features.

Jimin sighed, running a hand through his hair, “Seokjin hyung, do you mind getting us some tea?”

The older male, still standing beside the door, nodded before leaving, casting a worried glance at the two powerful men. Even heknew, if Namjoon was here in person it had to be something crucial. He just hoped whatever it was wouldn’t disturb the peace too much. There were too many people he cared about within these walls.

“Jimin-ah, I understand that right now, the Jeon’s are no match for you even if they used all of their men. However, from my data, their power is rising exponentially and it won’t be too long until they become a threat, not only to you, but us as well. We need to regroup and make sure the balance is kept the way it is.” Namjoon’s eyebrows were furrowed, hands clenching and unclenching.

“I wasn’t expecting us to need to intervene so soon, but I can’t say I didn’t see it coming eventually. Well, this is going to be a shit show isn’t it?” Jimin crossed his legs and leaned back, he could feel a headache starting to form behind his eyes.

“Better to be safe now then sorry later I suppose. There’s also something else you should know, Jimin-ah.” Jimin narrowed his eyes, Namjoon rarely ever looked hesitant or uncertain, but right now he looked very reluctant on saying whatever he was going to say.

“You might as well spit it out, hyung, how bad could it be?”

“I’m not going to say anything is one hundred percent confirmed, but I had my people dig as deep as they could into the Jeon’s family history and one of your men’s names was in their records.”

Jimin froze. Deep inside he already has a suspicion and the curiosity was killing him, but another part of him wanted to prevent Jungkook from getting too involved, especially considering the way he had found the younger boy. “It’s Jungkook isn’t it? Tell me everything you know.”

Namjoon nodded grimly, “Thing is, we don’t know much except his name was on their family tree from the year he was born but all information was erased and he hasn’t appeared in their records since five years before he joined your faction. The man Jeon Jungkook is a walking ghost, Jimin-ah. Are – are you sure he can be trusted so close by your side?”

“Namjoon hyung, with all due respect, any one of my men would gladly throw their lives away for me,” except Jimin would do the same for Jungkook, though he would never say that out loud with so many risks, “the only difference is he would take down at least ten of my enemies before going down himself. Regardless, I do appreciate you caring enough to tell me these things.”

“Alright, you know I trust your judgment when it comes to your men. We’ve had Hoseok-ssi and Seokjin-ssi’s help enough times to know your training is effective. I’m going to meet with Yoongi hyung soon and then we can all talk about our next steps. I have to go now, but take care…Jungkook-ssi too.”

With that, Namjoon stood up to leave, casting one last concerned glance at Jimin before opening the door. He bumped into Seokjin who was holding a tray of tea, startling the older male.

“Oh, I’m so sorry Seokjin-ssi. Please pardon me.” Seokjin only nodded and stepped aside to let him pass. He couldn’t help but think, ‘Since when did he even remember my name?’

“Jimin? Do you still want the tea? I wasn’t expecting you two to finish so soon.” Seokjin sent the tray down on the table beside the mafia leader.

“Yes, thank you hyung. Could you tell Hoseok hyung to come see me once he’s back?”

Jin nodded, “Let me know if you need anything else, Jimin. I can make you a home-cooked meal.” He quietly slipped out of the office again, despite the typical uninterested expression Jimin always wore, Jin could tell he was exhausted.

Jimin closed his eyes and tilted his head back, he needed to take inventory of his arsenal and crack down on training the newer members of his faction. There was no room for mistakes now and he had to be prepared. He had to be ready for whatever came at him, but if that meant Jungkook would turn his back and betray him like that, he’d… No, Jungkook wouldn’t do that. It’s ridiculous to even consider the possibility. His Jungkook would never.

Maybe sending Jungkook out on a recon mission wasn’t the best idea. If Namjoon knew about his connection with the Jeon’s, there’s a chance they did too. Despite sharing the same last name, Jimin didn’t know what they could do to Jungkook if they ever got their hands on him. Blood didn’t always mean a pleasant, familial relationship as demonstrated by his own interactions with his brother.

At this point, there was no use in worrying about Jungkook. He hated to leave things to unfold on their own, but this time he’d have to trust Jungkook. There wasn’t anyone else he trusted in more, no one who he believed was skilled enough.

It was two in the morning when Jimin finally settled into bed by himself. While he usually slept by himself, having Jungkook beside him for a few nights once in awhile made him crave the contact again and again. Now that he was alone in his bed, there was much to think about, too much to think about and his mental capacity had already been drained by today’s events. He closed his eyes in an attempt to fall asleep, tomorrow would be another frustratingly eventful day.

Jimin never really understood why people missed other people, didn’t understand what it meant to long for someone. All he ever felt when he was younger was the longing to leave people, to get revenge, to slaughter, to make them feel the pain that they inflicted on him. He only ever experienced something akin to comraderie and fondness when he first became the head of his own organization and gotten closer to Yoongi, Taehyung, Namjoon, and even Seokjin and Hoseok whom he only intended to establish a subordinate relationship with. Otherwise, he didn’t have any connections of affection to this world.

Then he had found Jungkook, merely two years younger than him, but looking so much more innocent and helpless than Jimin. He didn’t know why he felt such a need to take him in and make him so strong, Jungkook wouldn’t even remember what being weak felt like. That night, Jungkook looked at him like he was the world, doe eyes sparkling with admiration and an overwhelming devotion that Jimin had never seen directed towards him before.

From that point on, Jungkook became the closest person he’d ever let near him and the only person Jimin had ever admitted to himself that he missed. And right now, alone, cold sheets against his skin, he missed Jungkook.

Jimin turned on his side and stared at the empty space next to him. When Jungkook came back, he was going to have the younger sleep with him. With that thought, Jimin began drifting off.

“…pathetic. Look at you, groveling on the floor. You weren’t born to be trash, but here you are.”

Jimin cried out in pain as a foot struck his abdomen once again. “Pl-please, please stop. I’m sorry, s-sorry. I’ll do better, please just stop.”

“You dare call yourself a Park with so many failures? You are a disgrace to our family name. It’s disgusting to call this pathetic excuse of a son my next heir.”

Jimin cradled his tender cheek, a bright red handprint making his jaw throb, a reminder of the disappointment he was. He backed up into the corner, tears and snot running down his face.

“How dare you hide yourself from me?! You can’t even take one hit and you want me to let you do things your way? Hah! I’ll teach you a lesson, boy, and we’ll see who’s method works best.”

Ten-year-old Jimin screamed, crying and begging, curling into a ball in a last-ditch effort to protect himself from the blows that were coming.

“…s-stop, hnnnn, don’t – ” Jimin woke with a gasp, silk pajamas sticking to his sweaty skin.

“Fuck, why can’t that asshole die already…” He brushed his fingers through his damp hair, face scrunched up in frustration and an underlying anger.

Jimin stripped out of his clothes and turned on the lights to his bathroom. He look at himself in the mirror. His jawline was now chiseled to a sharp angle, body tight and fully capable of fighting, eyes hard with determination. No, he wasn’t the same sniveling and pitiful child anymore. He tore his eyes away from his own reflection and got under the piercing cold spray of the shower. Jimin stood there in silence and hated how he could still feel those phantom remnants of the blue and black bruises that used to litter his body. He hated how he still remembered what it felt like to move an inch and feel like his body was caving in on itself. Hated how it still felt so fresh, so vivid in his mind.

Jimin didn’t even notice when he started to scratch at his neck and chest. Bright red streaks stood out against the paleness of his skin from the ice cold water. All he could think of and wanted to do was to stop the feeling of those too-tight hands on his body. Why did he let himself endure that treatment? Why didn’t he fight back, yell something, anything? Why did he suffer for so long? Why was he so weak?

Jimin wanted to scream, anger bubbling under his skin. Leaving the Park family wasn’t for his sake, it was to spare the lives of his bloodline from his wrath after he’d gained his own power. Whatever he had now was no thanks to his family, but he could accredit his ruthlessness and his drive for revenge to them. Family was just a formal term at this point. Those people were nothing more than cockroaches to him now, only contacting him to ask for money or help. As if he would give them anything. All of them, heartless bastards.

Except his mother…his poor mother who had suffered from illness until the end. It made sense that she was different, she wasn’t from the society Jimin was in right now. She had unknowingly stepped into this ring of hell when she fell into the trap of love. With her last breath, she still defended the importance of love to him.

‘Jungkook-ah, whatever happened in your past, I hope you didn’t have to endure as much as me. For your sake, I hope so.’

kim seunghun | love me, love me not

pairing: kim seunghun + gender neutral reader

wc: 3.7k

genre: hanahaki au + angst 

synopsis: daffodils represent unrequited love. is that why you keep coughing them up?

warnings: implications of suggestive content, descriptions of illness (and mention of surgery), mention of alcohol

playlist: love me, love me not.

a/n: happy birthday to me!! im glad i finally got to finish and post this (its,,, been in my wips since at least february LMAO) !! they prob wont read this but i wanted to thank my irls for dealing w me and my kpop bullshit (esp bc none of them stan ygtb 😔)

It's getting worse.

Your knuckles turn white, gripping the porcelain of the toilet. Tears and blood alike fall into the bowl, disturbing the gentle peace of the water. You pound at your chest, the action causing you to hack up yellow daffodil petals stained suspicious red. It's a monotonous process at this point. Pound. Cough. Pound. Cough. Repeat until the damned coughing stops.

It takes ten minutes before you return to normal. Or at least as normal as you can get. You got lucky this time.

You watch the petals spiral downward into the gaping hole in the toilet and get flushed away.

Being with Seunghun wasn't always accompanied by a tightness in your chest and petals tickling your throat.

june 19, 2005; 2:52 PM.

"I wanna grow up," you had grumbled, your hands squeezed around the chains of the swingset. You and Seunghun had been riding your bikes for the first time since getting the training wheels off. You had sped down a hill ("First one down’s a rotten egg!") and lost control, falling off and scraping your knee on the pavement. He rushed you to your parents' house, supporting your weight with an arm around your waist. The two of you had settled for playing on the swingset in your backyard instead.

"Me too," he said. "I think." He'd been rocking forward and backward on the swing, eyes focused on the blades of grass underfoot.

"You think?"

"I don't know." You stayed silent, trying to gain as much height as possible with your uninjured leg. "I don't wanna grow up and stop being friends." That got you to stop right in your tracks, your leg planted on the ground.

"What?" You sent an incredulous look his way. "Why would we stop being friends?"

He had let go of the swing, his hands finding his lap. "Some of the older kids stopped being friends when they grew up," he mumbled. "I don't wanna stop being friends, but neither did they..."

You got off the swing, limping over to him and wrapping Seunghun in the biggest hug your six-year-old arms could muster.

"We're gonna be best friends forever. Don't forget that."

"Best friends forever." If he wrapped his arms tighter around you then, you didn’t pick up on it.

[09:54 PM] huniebee🐝: i had fun today :^))

[09:54 PM] huniebee🐝: i wanna adopt a puppy!!

[09:55 PM] huniebee🐝: will you promise to help me take care of it

You brighten as the messages come in, your phone's vibrations distracting you from the way your throat clogs.

[09:56 PM] you: ofc

[09:56 PM] you: well be the best puppy parents the worlds ever seen

[09:57 PM] huniebee🐝: wait i need to send the pics from the pet shelter

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You save each picture, cooing over the puppies you got to meet. This time, you only get a precious few minutes of relative clarity before things get too distracting to ignore. You return to the bathroom with a resigned sigh that devolves into a fit of coughs.

You cough and retch and cough some more. By the time you're done, there are less petals and more blood in the toilet bowl. Your chest still feels full of something you can't quite spit out.

Then you hack up something new: a bloody stem with wet flowers still attached.

There's nothing left to do but cry, your whole body wracked with pain both physical and emotional.

august 29, 2011; 3:15 PM.

"Today was fun," you said, making yourself right at home on Seunghun's bed. Your new backpack hadn't lasted more than a couple minutes in his house before getting neglected on his carpet. Your best friend hummed in acknowledgement, already sitting at his desk with his workbook out. "I'm glad we got to meet some new people," you continued, "but that Hyunsuk guy? Seems like a major pain in the ass."

"Give him a chance."

"I know, I know. I will. But still," you huffed, “it was his first day too. No need to act like a know-it-all."

"I know. But it's the first day. Maybe he'll even himself out with time."

The conversation ended there, and you spent some time staring at his ceiling fan, the blades going round and round in a big, beautiful blur. Before long, you had grown bored, looking over at him only to see his pencil flying across the paper.

"Hey. Let's go to the mall and get pretzels." Seunghun spun around to face you, a foot stopping his chair from going too far.

"Sure," he gave a placid smile. "Do your work first."

You groaned as loudly as you could, sounding much like a petulant child straight out of elementary school. (Which was more or less the truth, but you thought you were better than that.) After a few minutes of uninterrupted whining and failing to get Seunghun to break, you spoke up. "Why do I need to do my work? You're Mr. Hardworking, Mr. Teacher's Pet."

"We're in middle school now," he had said, and you remember thinking you were in for a long lecture, "and pretty soon, we're gonna have to go to high school and take entrance exams and decide which university we want to go to and..." He averted his gaze, put down his pen. "We need to start growing up."

"We're still young," you reasoned, sitting up and letting your legs dangle off the side of his bed. "If anything, this is our time to experience things and, you know, make mistakes before we become adults!"

He was silent for a few long, agonizing moments, long enough to make you think you'd won. The pretzels were within reach; all you had to do was ask for them.

"I call a compromise."

Shit. Compromises were common in your friendship. Seunghun was always a little too good at stopping you from making stupid decisions. The worst part was that you could never argue with them. "We go to the mall to get pretzels—my treat—if, and only if, you do your work. We don't go until we're both finished. Deal?"

You opened your mouth, determined to pick the proposal apart, but his reasoning was (unpleasant, yet) bulletproof. Instead, you reached for your backpack with a heavy sigh. "First of all, fuck you. Second of all," you said, tugging your own workbook out, "you're impossible."

"I know. Do your work."

"Fine."

The math problems had been difficult, definitely harder than you were used to, but doable. If anything, the greasy mall pretzels that were way too salty to be healthy made it all worth it.

Seunghun gets understandably very worried when you text him from the hospital, but he comes to see you nonetheless. In his arms is a bouquet of daffodils.

"They symbolize friendship," he says, setting it down on the table next to you. You stare at the pristine yellow petals and flatten your lips in a tight smile. How ironic, you think, that he doesn't know they also symbolize unrequited love.

"The doctors wouldn't tell me why you're here. Classified information, they said." That much is true; nor much is known about the disease outside of shitty romance movies with unrealistically happy endings. Seunghun always believed in them. You never did.

You don't think your story's gonna have a happy ending.

You didn't want him to know anyway, lest he worry. (And you don't want to think about what would happen to your friendship if he found out he was the cause of it all.) "You don't have to tell me," he begins, sitting himself down on one of those rigid hospital chairs, "I just wanna know if it's bad. Like, well...you know.” He lowers his voice to a whisper. “Terminal."

"Like if I'm gonna die?"

"Yeah," he rubs the nape of his neck, a bit abashed, "more or less."

"I don't know. Sure hope not," you chuckle. That brings on a coughing fit, and Seunghun looks on, brows knit together. He moves close to offer what little comfort he can, but you hold your hand up to stop him; having him near will only make things worse.

Petals threaten to spill out of your mouth, and panic bubbles in your chest when he asks if you're okay. Your doctor, bless her, chooses that moment to enter. She shooes him out "to speak to you in private." Seunghun, to his credit, obliges and flashes you a smile and a thumbs-up as he goes. You try to mirror his expression (and hope your smile isn't more of a grimace).

The door closes behind him with a soft click. "Friend of yours?" the doctor asks.

You spit the blood-stained petals into your hand, your doctor graciously looking the other way as you toss them into the trash. "You could say that."

october 4, 2013; 5:11 PM.

You tugged at your clothing, feeling more than a little uncomfortable as you waited for your best friend to show up. The DJ, a former student, was already hard at work inside the gym. You heard the bass-boosted beginning of the Cupid Shuffle and shot a frantic text to Seunghun.

[05:11 PM] you: holy shit theyre playing the cupid shuffle can you PLEASE hurry up

[05:12 PM] you: idc if this is our first homecoming you better get your ass over here

[05:12 PM] huniebee🐝: give me like two minutes!!

[05:12 PM] you: THE SONGS GONNA BE OVER IN 2 MIN

"Are you waiting for Seunghun?" Hyunsuk had asked, tie already loosened. You two had gotten close—not as close as you and Seunghun, of course—this year as a result of having classes together. You wondered why you ever hated him.

"Yeah. He won't be too late, thank God, but I'm pissed we're missing the Cupid Shuffle. What about you? I remember you bragging all week about 'flexing your dance skills in front of the ladies.' Or are you all talk, as usual?"

"You know, it's almost like you don't want me to wait with you."

You had laughed, knocking your shoulder into his. The chatter kept up for a minute or two before he made his leave. ("Well, it's time for me to flex my dance muscles in front of the seniors," he chuckled, giving you a salute as he walked off.)

"I'm here! God, I can't believe I missed the Cupid Shuffle," Seunghun said, head hung low. You began to feel a little self-conscious; you were feeling out of place in your semi-formal outfit, yet he looked right at home in his dress shirt.

Chasing those thoughts away, you grinned. "You're here now, aren't you? Come on." You took his hand and dragged him into the gym.

You don't talk to Seunghun or to Hyunsuk after that. You're not sure if you should tell Hyunsuk about the whole situation when he texts you. Seunghun must have told him something was up, of course, and he's insightful enough, sensitive enough (when he wants to be), but you worry. You're afraid he'll open his big mouth. Instead, you send a few messages to your best friend.

[04:29 AM] you: hey

[04:29 AM] you: i just wanted to say in advance that im sorry

[04:29 AM] you: im so so sorry for everything ive done and for what im about to do

There's one last message in the text box, daring you to send it. "I'm sorry I love you," you whisper instead, deleting the message before you do something you’ll regret. To seal the deal, you tap through a few menus until you reach his contact. The picture you've assigned to him is one you took; he's about to take a big bite of cotton candy bigger than his head.

With a heavy heart (though you hope it’s just the weight of the daffodils in your chest), you block his contact. It's better this way. It has to be.

Your doctor said you could get rid of the thick, thorned vines with a vicegrip around your heart and lungs, could pluck the flowers that threaten to spill out at the mere thought of your best friend.

The biggest side effect of it all, she told you, was that you'd forget all about Kim Seunghun. So you steel yourself.

The last thing you think about before they insert the thin needle of anesthesia in your veins is Seunghun's smile, and how you'll never see it in person again.

And how even if you did, you wouldn't remember it as the grin from the boy you love.

october 4, 2013; 9:16 PM.

The frenetic strobe lighting in the gym slowed to a stop, having been replaced with a spotlight making lazy rounds through the gym.

You knew that marked the beginning of a slow song, and dragged Seunghun off the floor in search of some punch. He seemed to have different plans, tugging you back on the floor and pulling you flush against him.

"Where are you going?" he had asked. "You're the one who wanted to dance the night away." His hands found your waist, yours instinctively folding behind his neck. You had wanted to say something about how that claim was void now; he was the one that made you miss the Cupid Shuffle, but the words get extinguished when you look at him.

It was just like that time you practiced in fifth grade, but you swore there was something different about tonight and the way you swayed. You thought back to your practice session in fifth grade, how you had stepped on each other's feet, how you spent the whole time laughing. (For the record, it wasn't for any lack of balance; you started it, laughing as he cried out before he stomped on your toe.)

There was no laughing during the song. Everything was vibrant and deafening and there all at once. But at the same time, it was like everything had been stripped away. Everything but you and Seunghun.

Things changed after that. You were left with a dizzying, free-fall sort of feeling that picked up with each glance at your best friend. Almost every butterfly in the world was taking current residency in your stomach, making you feel light as your body moved to the music. Before long, there was something lodged at the back of your throat, nudging its way forward.

"I'm gonna go to the bathroom real quick," you said, a particularly heavy cough bringing the mysterious lump to your mouth.

Running your tongue along the smooth texture of the lump (okay, so not phlegm), you spat the offending object into the sink: a single yellow petal, coated in saliva.

You blinked.

Blinked again.

"Oh, what the fuck," you muttered, unlocking your phone. One quick Google search later—why the fuck am i coughing up flowers—you found an answer.

Flora mortem. You were loath to believe WebMD, of all things, but you found yourself tapping the link regardless. There was another term for the rare disease: Hanahaki.

Revising your search query was a mistake. The first result was the "hanahaki" tag on Tumblr, which showed nothing but models with tears in their eyes and bloodied flowers in their mouths. Yikes.

You made your way back to the party after that, but lingering in the back of your mind was the cause of the disease: a severe case of unrequited love.

There is only one definite cure for Hanahaki Disease: having the object of the afflicted's affections return their feelings.

You almost manage to purge the petal and the stupid WebMD page from your mind for the rest of the night.

Almost.

You wake up hours later. It's a little disorienting, sure, to come to with little memory of what landed you in the hospital. You peek under the oversized hospital gown to see bandages over your chest, get tempted to rip the IV drip from your arm. The doctor comes in right before you make a move on the needle. She tells you all about how the flowers in your lungs are gone for good.

"You're saved. But the final test," she says, pulling a phone from her pocket, "is this. Do you recognize the people in this picture?"

You recognize yourself next to a boy you don't know. His hand's around your waist, pulling you close. You wear matching grins. Given the way you're both dressed, you suspect the picture's from your freshman year's homecoming dance. Weird. Memory's kinda fuzzy from that night.

"Yeah. Myself. I don't know the other guy. Am I supposed to?"

"No. You're not. Congratulations," she smiles, placing a hand on your shoulder. "You're cured."

You look through all the old messages and pictures when you have some time to yourself. You reach out for the memory, the feeling of knowing Kim Seunghun. You get nothing, and while your brain knows something's wrong, you're more concerned about being able to breathe easy.

You move to a new city, far, far away from the place you grew up in. You finish your last year of high school, get a job, start college. You make new memories with new people. You forget all about Kim Seunghun.

It gets easy to forget that you weren't born with the ugly faded red scars that run up and down your chest. It's your only remaining tie to the man you loved so much you almost let yourself wither away. You think it's a good thing you cut him off; why stick around, why force yourself to suffer, for someone who doesn't love you back? Why be with someone if it physically hurts to stay by their side?

But sometimes you wonder. What happened? What happened to him after his best friend walked out of his life for good with no explanation?

Those days are never good. You distract yourself then, often with the familiar kick of alcohol burning in the back of your throat. You've never been much of a drinker, but you figure it's never too late to start.

Sometimes, the distraction comes from being in the arms of another.

(One of your favorite distractions, a young man named Byounggon, had run his fingers along the angry lines one night, jotting them down in his map of your body.

"Do you regret it?" he asked then, eyes half-lidded with drowsiness. You cupped his cheek, ran a thumb along the planes of his face.

"I wouldn't be here if I regretted it, now would I?" He let the corners of his mouth turn up just so, pressing his lips to yours.

You don't talk to him much nowadays, your interactions reduced to likes on Instagram, views on Snapchat. He's moved to a bigger city. "More opportunities," he said. You keep up with his dream of being a musician, always. There was a time when you were his number one supporter, after all.)

"Will that be all?" the cashier asks, jotting your order on the plastic cup. When you nod, he asks for your name. He jots that down too.

But then his eyes widen and he looks at you with renewed interest. "I'm sorry?"

"Is there a problem?" you asks, peering at your name (spelled correctly) on the cup. His eyes search for an answer within yours, some sort of explanation you can't seem to give. He averts his gaze, shakes his head, places your cup in the queue of orders.

"I'm sorry," he says. "Just thought you were someone I knew. Have a nice day." You parrot the phrase, catching a glimpse of the young man's name tag.

Seunghun, it reads in cheerful yellow. There's a doodle of a puppy in the top right corner. You think it's rather cute.

Two weeks later, you meet Seunghun again. This time, you're out for a morning jog. The crisp autumn air greets you as your feet meet the pavement and let out a satisfactory crunch under the burnt orange leaves on the sidewalk.

You both get stopped at the crosswalk, waiting for the light to change. While you catch your breath, you don't miss the way he flinches, as though he didn't expect you to show up. He schools his expression into something friendly within no time, and you wonder if you imagined the whole thing.

"The weather's nice, isn't it?"

"It is," you pant. "On your way to work?" He raises a hand to tug at the strap of his backpack with a small smile.

"Yeah. You should come by, give us business," he grins. "On mornings like this, I recommend the hazelnut latte." You hum in agreement, not yet recovered enough to converse. "Tell you what, you come and get one when I'm working, I'll make sure it's on the house."

"Really? Maybe I'll swing by." The light changes, and you leave Seunghun behind, waving goodbye as you do.

You come in later that day, ordering a hazelnut latte as promised. Seunghun's manning the register, same as two weeks ago, and when he takes everything down, he smiles. You miss it as you pay, but there's something extra on your cup.

As you take a sip of the (delicious; his coworker Yedam must be some sort of brewing prodigy) latte, you catch a glimpse of the extra writing.

Along the side of the cup is his phone number.

[10:58 PM] seunghun!: more than anything i want to adopt a puppy

[10:59 PM] seunghun!: or rather another one

[10:59 PM] seunghun!: i named this one after an old friend

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The picture of Seunghun and his dog brings a smile to your face. You've been spending more time with him recently, whether it be going on coffee runs ("Are you sure you're not just using me for my employee discount?") or complaining about life as a broke college student ("My card got declined trying to buy a bag of chips last night...").

It's nice. Spending time with him is...nice.

It's more than a simple distraction, somebody to hold close on nights your decisions try to haunt you. It’s friendship, something to hold onto when you lose your way in the dense forest of your mind and to cherish when you manage to make it to a clearing and bask in the sunshine.

You've caught a cold recently (probably from that bastard Seo Changbin in your communications class). Seunghun's given you some homemade tea, swearing on its usefulness. It certainly tastes good, the sweet honey chased by tangy lemon. Unfortunately, the tea isn't able to stop the persistent cough you've been plagued with.

Feeling phlegm start to come up, you turn the bathroom lights on, hacking it up and spitting into the sink.

Huh. That's weird.

There's no phlegm.

The only thing in the sink is a single golden petal, coated in saliva.

Refusing to Yield Chapter 12

This is based on real life. Just names have been changed to protect the person identity. There is mention of all types of abuse. If that is a trig please don’t read. Reader get into a relationship with Kim Seokjin and Min Yoongi but all of BTS is in this series. There is mentioned of other people in this series.

Yoongi and Jin take me upstairs so, I could get wash up from swimming in the pool. This is going to be a challenge for me to wash myself since I can’t stand on my legs. When we get in the bathroom how am I going to wash myself in the shower? Jin goes one step at a time let’s get you out of the wet clothes and we will go from. I tell Yoongi to sit me on the toilet so, I can get undress without one of them holding me. The top half was no problem, but the bottom half was a little problem. Jin held me standing up while Yoongi got me undress from the waist down. Why don’t we put you in the bathtub so you can wash all the certain areas and Yoongi can wash your legs while I go get clothes for you okay. That sounds like a plan to me. Ten minutes later I was done and trying to get myself out of the tub after Yoongi went to a chair for me to sit on.  

I was able to get partially out of the tub before I fell. I really didn’t want to yell for help so, I waited for either Jin or Yoongi to come back in the bathroom to find me. Two minutes later the door was opening but the way I landed of the floor couldn’t see who it was. I heard Yoongi yelling for Jin to come help in the bathroom now!  When Jin came in he saw me laying on the floor. He asked why you didn’t want for help Ann. I said you guys are going to be doing so much and I wanted to see if I could get out on my own. Remember guys I was on the run for over 2 years with accepting little to no help at all. This is all new to me still trying to see what I am and not able to do please don’t be mad at me. Okay we will let you try stuff on your unless it is unsafe, or it might cause you to fall those are the stipulation? 

Are you okay with them? Yes, I am okay with them. We aren’t mad at you Ann plus, we possible can’t understand what it is like to going from be able to use your legs to now not be able to move them at all. This is going to be a learning experience for everyone not just us 3 but everyone around you Ann. Lets get you dress so we can go downstairs. I really don’t feel like be around everyone right now I said to both. Ann why don’t you want to be around anyone right now? It is hard to explain what I am feeling right now. How about we get you dress take you to our room and we get Mike, little w, Big W and Fred up here so the seven of us can talk without everyone around. This way it might be easier to talk with them around you. 

Okay we can do that. They got me dressed and moved into our bedroom before they went downstairs. Tim, Fred, little w was first to enter the room followed by papa m, Jin and Yoongi. I put my head down when everyone was in the room. Ann honey Jin and Yoongi told us you really don’t feel like being around anyone. That is right I said plus it is hard for me to explain how I am feeling. Papa m asked did you fall trying to get yourself out of the tub. Yes, papa m. I understand you are still trying to see what you can and can’t do. Fred is talking to me now.  Ann, I understand in the past you were unable to voice your feelings and what is bothering you. 

You have your dad, little w, Tim, Jin, Yoongi and me are here to help everyone else understand how you are feeling but you must at least try to explain to us. Promise none of you are going to get mad or upset by the way I feel? Ann honey we all promise the way you feel is not going to make us mad or are we going to be upset at you. Tim decided to sit next to me on the bed takes my hand and holds it. Does these feeling have anything to do but what we learned at the hospital? Is it about the physical, your father or a little bit about both? Little w sits on the other side of me taking my other hand and holding it. Tim and little w say we are sorry if it seems we know how to get Ann to talk and none of you do? Yoongi is talking now guys known her long than us so it is right you know how to get Ann to talk without pushing her to hard and making the situation worse. I start speaking low it is both. 

Okay Ann it’s both. Why don’t you start with the one you are more comfortable talking about and we will go from there okay? I still don’t understand why my mother would want to keep the truth from me about who my real dad is? Ann honey I don’t understand it myself but now we know the truth we can start building a relationship that a father and daughter have. Is that okay with you we start building a father and daughter relationship. Yes, but when it comes out, I am your daughter everyone is going to say you gave the manager job to is daughters over someone who knows what they are doing in this business. Ann we will cross that bridge when we come to it okay? Yes, we can wait to see if anyone say anything then we can handle it the right way. Now that part is taken care of let’s talk about the other part that is bothering you. I have so many mixes feeling and I don’t you where to start. 

Ann just try your best and if we need a little more explanation on them, we will ask okay? Fred said to me. Fred knelt in front of me trying to get me to raise my head so I can look at everyone in the room. I start speaking I feel like a burden to everyone now plus I feel like everyone it is going want to pity me since I can’t use my legs. I thought now with all the other stuff behind me that I might be able to live so kind of normal life. The only thing I am glad about it happened while we were home and not on tour. How are we going to travel on tour with me being in a wheelchair because right now I feel more like a liability if something going wrong? How long before someone gets tired of having to help me in the bathroom before they start complaining or everyone else gets tired of being around a handicap person? I am just crying has all these emotions are coming out. Yoongi starts talking Ann I know where your brain just went to the dark side, and it is wrong none of us are ever going to walk away from you no matter what.

I like you from the first time I met you and the first night you went to the hospital from the shelter not knowing what going on was killing me inside. I was thankful Jin said he was going to go to the hospital to be with you because if you would have came over to the apartment the next day told us you were in E.R. by yourself when you learned about your back I would have gone nuts. Jin is now talking Ann I feel the same way Yoongi does. We are both in this for the long run. Papa m your phone is ringing. Namjoon what do you want? Please tell me Ann is with you right now. Yes, Ann is with us right now. Mike who all is in the room with you and Ann? Fred, little w, Big W, Jin and Yoongi why what is wrong? 

We just heard a loud bang down here and we wanted to make sure Ann didn’t fall somewhere? Who all is in the living room with you? Hobi, Jimin, Tae, Kookie, Big J, Big R, Big K, Little s, Little b, Big B, little r, little k, Big S, little j, Big A, little c, Big C, and little f. So, everyone is counted for then what the hell was that loud bang we just heard? Namjoon it is little w and Big W put your phone on speaker Big J, Big R, Big K, yes little w are going to be going with whoever Big W sends to check out the noise and everyone else is get up to Jin, Yoongi and Ann’s room. Big W is speaking Big B, Big S, and Big A you are going with little w three now. Everyone else get to the room now. Fred we are going to break in more teams to see what is going on, but I would like you to stay here with Ann, papa m, Jin, Yoongi, Namjoon, Hobi, Jimin, Tae and Kookie okay? Yes, I am okay with that. Everyone else is at the room little w is talking little s, little b, little k and little r is with me. 

Big W talking now little j, little c, Big C, and little f you’re with me lets go. You are going to be okay but call me if you need help either of you because I will bring Namjoon, Hobi, Jimin with me okay. Sounds like a plan to us. Fred where is the package in the kitchen why we need to move it okay. Do we have another location for the package? Yes, I do but make sure everything is with the package okay? Got it. Ann honey we need to move you to another location for right now okay. Fred what is going on we need to move Ann to another location for right now. No, I am done running taking me to where the problem is right now? Ann it is not safe. We set up a safe word if something was to happen anywhere the word package would be used so, we know to get you out of danger. 

Fred that safe word came from little w didn’t yes how did you know? We used that word when I was living with him. Now take me to where the problem is, or I will figure out away to get there myself? Little w where is threat at? The package is done running and wants to confront it? If I don’t bring package it will figure out away get there on its own. Front yard.  You are coming alone with package. Yes, coming alone with package. Okay the rest of the team is here waiting for you to bring the package. Who is the threat? It is Ann’s uncle who is the threat than I will bring the those with the package okay. 

Everyone we need to go to the front yard. The threat is Ann’s uncle.  All teams to the front yard package coming to confront threat is Ann’s uncle. Wait little w it is the package does he have a code name? Yes, package it is UJ. I don’t think he is a threat remember he help us in the past. We will treat as a threat until you get down here to see what is going on. Okay proceed like that until I arrive.  What the hell are you doing here? I came to get you has soon as your mother called and said you where kidnapped. I was kidnapped by my own father. What when did your mother tell you Mike could possibility be your father? You know she is in jail, right? 

You mean to tell me you finally were able to find someone who listen to you and knew you were telling the truth? Yes, I was, and all the bank records proved over the years she was making those payments to the police department back home and she even started doing it here. Plus, what you taught me about time stamp and the I got your lying asses now when the stuff got alternate. I am glad you taught me that stuff after I got away from them. Everyone can relax I said, Papa m do you remember him? No, Ann honey I don’t remember him? This is my mother’s youngest brother James. Uncle Jim I have a lot to fill you in on but right I think it is best we all go inside. I point to my ears little w members; Big W members and Uncle Jim knew what I was saying without saying anything. Uncle Jim did you bring me a present? Yes, good I point at little w group and Big w group. They knew what to do. The rest of us what inside so we could talk without anyone hearing our business. 

Papa m is now talking James if you knew Ann was my daughter why didn’t you try to find me when she was going through everything? I only knew of the possibility Ann might be your daughter. How did you find out and when? She had the jail call my lawyer to try to get me to see her by myself and my lawyer asked why. They told him she admitted that Ann might be my daughter and we found out today. If you just found out today how do you already know she is your daughter. Ann what is a matter? I am hurting bad. Yoongi can we on it. Fred once I lay down can you put Ann at a little angle so, I can support her body. Yes, Yoongi I can do that. Ann is your back bothering you again. Yes, uncle Jim. Wait before I try to get comfortable Jin can you take me to the bathroom. 

Yes, love I can take you. Yoongi while I take our baby to the bathroom why don’t you get her cocktail ready? Namjoon can you go get Ann’s meds for me. We don’t have pudding here. I will call little w to see if we can use something else to hide her pills in. You can’t use apple sauces. Do you have yogurt? Yes, I have yogurt and why can’t we use apple sauces? Ann’s mother uses to use apple sauces to give Ann drugs. How much do you know? We know about the parties Ann’s mother uses to throw where Ann was the sex toy. Okay for Ann to behave and do what they wanted her to do her mother use to put drugs in apple sauces so, Ann know when it came time for apple sauces, she was taking drugs so, she didn’t misbehave at the parties.  

You have to say cocktail not your medicine or you will have a hard time giving it to her. UJ are you telling them the other tricks to get Ann to take her pills? Yes, please tell me you taught them the pudding trick yep and it was all thanks to you. Where is Ann at she went to the bathroom with someone name Jin. Little w how do you know everyone and is it safe for Ann to be here on pain pills? UJ she left David and was on the run for over two years. When she happened to meet Papa m, Namjoon, Jimin and Fred trying to find her way back to a homeless shelter. They have been protecting Ann for the last six months before she called me in to help again. Are you telling me this is papa m from the music business? Yes, okay now I know who you were talking about all those years ago. 

Jin and Yoongi are Ann’s boyfriends. Yoongi get in the bathroom now! That is Jin yelling. Yes, it was papa m. we all go running to the bathroom. Jin what is wrong? Flash back I can’t go near Ann. Crap why can’t you go near Ann? It is a bad one and she thinks I am David. Is her low half dressed? Yes, little w, Fred and Yoongi get in there. Try opening the door so, we all can talk to her. Peanut your safe you are with people who care about you fight it come back peanut you are safe. Uncle Jim what are you doing in the bathroom? You had a bad flash back and you thought Jin was David. I figure I would help get you out of it. 

Thank you everyone. Jin I am so sorry for thinking you were David. It is okay Ann. I am just glad your uncle was here to help. Uncle Jim how did you know where I was? Everyone moved me when mother and my so-called father got arrested. I put a tracker on little w phone since I know he helped you in the past. I didn’t know what was going on and I figured if you were in trouble you would reach out to him. Why don’t we get you to the couch so you could take your cocktail? Ann honey please let me carry you. I need to see if I can get them to move. Ann yes, Uncle Jim why are all the guys wanting to carry you. 

Let me get to the couch and I will explain everything to you. Ann honey I don’t want you to fall again tonight please let one of us carry you. What about letting try to see if I could do it on my own? Remember the other part of the stipulation to that is unless it is unsafe or you it might cause you to fall. I remember the stipulation to our agreement. Okay you can carry me because you are right that I might fall again. Jin is carrying me back to the living room so, Yoongi can get to the couch to lay down. Jin lays me down next to Yoongi the way I can be comfortable without being into much pain. Your cocktail is ready. Please let me help you take. Okay Jin you can help me take it since I am laying down. 

Mike what is going on with Ann? I think it would be best if Ann explain it to you but if she starts having trouble or she starts having another flash back then I will explain everything to you. Ann honey now that we got your cocktail in you why don’t you explain to your uncle what is going on. Okay papa m I will explain in a couple of minutes. First uncle Jim let me introduce everyone else to you. You are met Jin, Yoongi and Fred but this Namjoon, Hobi, Jimin, Tae and Kookie. You member Tim, Big B, little r, little k, Big S, little j, Big A, little c, Big C, and little f they all went to school with me. Yes, now I remember them uncle Jim said. Ann I just want you to explain to me tonight why everyone wants to carry you. I can wait for another time to find out how you met Mike and the other guys since I don’t want you to have another bad flash back thinking someone else is David okay. 

Yes, uncle Jim I can do that. Wait Ann you had a flash back with one of the guys and you thought they were David? Yes, I did, and it was Jin in the bathroom. Okay I will talk about that later with everyone but are sure it was David in your flash back? I don’t know uncle Jim is the one who told me that I thought Jin was David. Jim how did you know she was having a flash back about David when she was in the bathroom. Jin yelled for Yoongi to get into the bathroom but we all went running to see what was wrong. Jin was in there with Ann saying she is having a bad flash back and she is thinking Jin was David. Crap Ann honey I know this might send you to have another flash back, but can you please tell me ex-boyfriend David’s last name? Tim please tell me you are not thinking what I am thinking right now. 

I can’t be for sure until you tell me his last name. What are you two talking about? Before Ann went to the bathroom was there talk about medicine? Yes, Ann was hurting bad so, we were going to give her the cocktail and she was going to laid like she is now. She asked Jin to take her to the bathroom before she laid down. Yoongi said to Tim. Does anyone know David’s last name? Ann honey please tell me his last name. God no it couldn’t have been him I lived with for those 2 years? Ann honey I can’t be sure until you tell me his name. His full name is David Ott. 

Tim please tell me I didn’t block what he did to me out of my mind and I got back with him. Ann honey you did, and I am so sorry I wasn’t around to protect you from him again. Ann honey breathe nice and easy for me that’s it just breathes. Big B, little r, little k, Big S, little j, Big A, little c, Big and little f please take Ann outside somewhere she can calm down while I explain something to everyone. I am going to kill him. I want to know right now where he is. If you are talking about the same David, I think you are talking about. Jim calm down until Ann is no where she can hear. Little w did you look up David to see if he had a record for abuse? Yes, I did the night Ann came back from the party she went to without any of us. 

She went to it with some girls she knew from high school, because we all had something to do that night. I thought since she was going with friends, she knew it was okay. Did it show that he was arrested for abuse? Yes, it did, and I told Ann. She asked him right in front of us what the abuse charges were for? He told Ann and us they were from his father. He couldn’t stand by and watch his father abuse his mother and sisters anymore. Little w had told them. Jim and Tim remember to stay calm. Where is he now? He is in jail for two years for backing a stay away order Ann got against him after three months living with us. Yoongi tells Tim and Jim. 

Please tell us that he never got Ann out of you sight. No why? Tim is talking he dated Ann back in school one day I walked into the boy’s bathroom found him over the top of Ann beating her. The school had to press charge on him because Ann’s mother wouldn’t do it. I called Ann’s uncle Jim that day told him what had happened at school and I told him Ann’s mother didn’t want to press charges, so the school did. Jim is now talking that day I got the call I went right over to see how bad Ann was. When I got there her mother asked me why I was there, and I told her I just wanted to see my niece. I took one look at Ann and asked what happened she had told me the guy she was dating took her into the boy’s bathroom because her mother wanted to make sure Ann had her medicine at school. I guess they were planning a party for when Ann got home from school that day. She told me she didn’t want to take it and he got mad at her, so he beat her in the bathroom. Is that why Ann had the flash back being in the bathroom with Jin right after talking about her cocktail? I think so. 

We might have to change that phrase to something else if Ann has another flash back. Big B comes running in scream Big W you need to get to Ann now? What is wrong? Flash back and I think it is about one of those parties Ann mother throw? Is anyone holding her? No, she was hurting bad that we had to laid her down and that is when it started. We all tried to get her out of it, but we couldn’t. Jim goes running not knowing where I was taking this flash back at. Everyone else is out the door also to get to her. Big B where is Ann? She is in the back yard. Jim, Tim and little w are first to get there. 

Crap Peanut come back to us. Fight it with your whole heart peanut please don’t let them win. You are stronger than them. Ann honey come on everyone who cares about you is here. It is hurting. What is hurting? My back mom I can’t move legs. No mom please I am telling the truth my legs don’t want to move. Ann honey it is papa m I know your legs don’t want to move. Remember we had to go to the hospital today because you kept falling after Fred kept picking you up. Remember Ann the disc at L4-L5 it is not just bulging anymore it is also herniated at the same time. 

You lost use of your legs and you need to have surgery to repair it and they don’t know if all the damage will repair itself. Papa m when did all of you get outside. Big B came running in for us since you were having a bad flash back, but you took different ones back to back. When Big B came to get us, you were having one about something that happened at one of the parties your mother threw. Your uncle Jim was able to get you out of but then you went right into one where you were telling your mother that your legs didn’t want to move. I was able to get you out of that. Papa m I think it was the same flash back? What was I saying before everyone else got out here? Please tell me what I was saying before you went to get everyone else? Big B is talking you didn’t want to wear that dress because it buttons down the front and it went right to the top of your thigh. It was seeing through.

Ann honey are you okay? You look pale? That was the last party David and my mother threw. That is when my back and legs started acting up more. They had gotten me dressed and was trying to get me to go to the room David set up in his house for the parties were no one could here me scream for help. My legs wouldn’t move so, David carried me down to that room. That night someone showed up who wasn’t supposed to be there. I don’t know who it was because I never saw they face. After everyone left, they started beating me and asked why I called them to come get me? I told them I never called anyone because I was never left alone. They checked my records and saw that I didn’t make any calls to anyone. 

I still don’t know who showed up at the party, but I am grateful for who ever did that night. Little w said we had come back home for two days, so we all decided to go to see you, but David said you went away for the weekend with girls you went to school with. So, you are the ones who showed up and got them to shut the party down. Thank you so much because that was the last time, I was ever made to wear that dress. I might have gotten a beating for you all showing up, but it was well worth it. I guess they got scared since you showed up once to their parties not knowing it was one of the parties, I told you all about. That they decided it was not worth the risk of throwing one and you all decided to show up, look around to see what was happening. That is how I got a little freedom. Ann what do you mean? Jin remember how I told the ER doctor I was Cert. Nurse Aide. Yes, Ann well when the parties stop, they wanted me still to make money for them. I decided to go for my C.N.A. which meant I got to be out of the house the classes and working. 

Remember guys how I told you the hospital had called the cops on him the last time in my home area? Yes, Ann well that night I fell at work and the supervisor told me until I knew what was causing my fall I couldn’t go back. I had told David that the supervisor said I couldn’t go back until we knew for sure what was wrong. The ER doctor told me I could stay the night to rest and they weren’t going to alone anyone else to see me or know that I was still there. The next morning is when I left to go south. Didn’t my mother call you uncle Jim when I went missing over 2 years ago. No, she never called me because if she did, I would have gotten a hold of Big W and little w to help me find you. In away I am glad she didn’t because you were able to find your real father on your own thanks uncle Jim.

A Recipe for Happiness: Part 3

Pairings: Mark Sheppard x witch!Reader (Harry Potter Crossover)

Warnings: Fluff. Swearing, unexpected pregnancy

Word Count: 5,168

Aesthetic by the lovely, amazing, beautiful @sorenmarie87

Part 1 / Part 2

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“Dobby, please be careful with that. Those plates belonged to my mother.” You asked the house elf as he carried a box of dishes into your kitchen, dodging the other house elves that worked in Hogwarts castle that were helping you move everything from your house in Hogsmeade to the apartment you were lucky enough to find directly across the hall from Mark’s.

“Of course, Miss (Y/N). Dobby is being very careful with Miss (Y/N)’s beloved possessions.” You nodded at him as he set the box on the floor with the others. You flicked your wand in that direction and sent plates, bowls, platters, and cups of various shapes and sizes flying through the air toward the shelf they were going on.

“No, Lulu. That box goes back in the bedroom.” You said as you placed an undetectable expansion charm on the kitchen to give yourself a little more room to work with. You glanced over your shoulder at the knock on your door and all the house elves instantly froze. “Wait.” You said to them as you took a step toward the door. You pulled it open a fraction of an inch and sighed in relief when Mark smiled back at you.

“Brought you breakfast before I head to work.” He said as he held out a covered plate. You nodded and glanced over your shoulder at the elves that were trying to hide behind boxes and the little bit of furniture they had moved so far. 

“Umm… you remember you can’t tell anyone what you see, right?” You reminded him.

“You have my word.” He said. With a nod, you opened the door wide enough for him to fit through and quickly closed it behind him.

“Alright, back to work.” You said to the elves, sending them scurrying about to apperate back and forth between your old and your new houses.

“Wha…” Mark tried as he watched the sack covered creatures running about, unpacking boxes carefully into piles so you could place your belongings where you wanted them.

“They’re house elves.” You said with a glance up at him as you took the plate from him. “They do what their masters tell them, without question, unless they are free elves. Usually, they fear freedom. I’ve seen house elves go crazy when set free. Except for Dobby.”

“Dobby.” He repeated as the house elf in question apperated beside him.

“Yes, sir, friend of Miss (Y/N), sir.” Mark startled and looked down at the elf that had a suitcase of clothing gripped tightly in his small hands.

“Oh. Hello there. How are you?” You watched the bag slip from Dobby’s fingers and his eyes went impossibly wider and filled with tears.

“Sir asked how Dobby was.” He gasped as he took a step back. “Sir is nice to Dobby.”

“Dobby…” You said, warningly, knowing he was about to go on a slight tangent. “Finish working, then you can talk.”

“Yes, Miss.” He said as he picked up the bag and stumbled toward your room, purposely hitting his head on the wall for punishment on the way.

“Dobby!” You called out as you grabbed some silverware from a drawer. You heard him cry out and scold himself as Mark looked up at you in shock.

“Totally normal.” He told himself as he watched a house elf named Pip rush past him with her eyes trained on the floor while carrying a box of wizarding cookbooks toward the wire book shelf you had against the wall.

“Just…” You tried as you uncovered the ham, veggie, and cheese omelet Mark had made you. You looked up at him as he watched Wimble appear with a box of Christmas decorations that had been in your attic. “I know it’s hard, Mark, but you have to pretend they aren’t there. House elves aren’t meant to be seen or heard. You’ll stress them out even more and I don’t want to have to patch up holes in my walls or fix broken appliances or what have you when they use them to punish themselves.”

“Jesus.” He breathed as he sat down on a plush, black, star patterned sofa chair that Sybill Trelawney had given you when you first moved into your house in Hogsmeade. “OK. I can do this.” 

“This is amazing, by the way.” You said around a mouthful as you pointed at your plate. “Thank you. You didn’t have to.”

“I did. I have to look out for my girls, right.” You smiled and nodded as you rubbed your hand across your growing bump.

“Well she appreciates it, too. Do you have a long day today?” He nodded his head as he forced himself to not watch three house silently struggle with your couch under Dobby’s command.

“A double.” He said as he looked down at his hands. “I won’t be home ’til half past ten at least. But if you haven’t gotten food by then, feel free to call down to the restaurant. I’ll send some down…”

“Thank you.” You said with a smile as you chewed. “But I have some things to finish up at the school and tonight is the end of term winter feast, so I won’t be home ’til late myself. But… um…” You started as you looked down at your bump when your daughter wiggled around a bit. “Well, there’s a store in Hogsmeade called Baby Witch. It was just down the road from my old house. I talked to my Aunt and if you are OK with it, she’d like to meet you and go shopping with us before Christmas… you know, if you can get a day off or whatever. We can pick up some of those books, while we’re there.”

“I’d love to.” He said as he stood up and came over to the small, wood, cutting board island you had brought from your summer home. “I mean, I do have to meet your family some day. And if you’re not opposed to it, I’d like you to meet my father.”

“He doesn’t know anything, right?” You asked as you finished your breakfast and went over to wash his plate. “Because he can’t…”

“He doesn’t know.” Mark reassured as he took the plate from your hand to wash it for you, only for Winky to come running over to do it for him.

“Let her.” You said as you gently pulled him back and handed her your fork. He nodded at you and made himself look away again. “I’m sorry I have to make you keep secrets for your family. It’s just… it’s the law. I can tell you because of her…”

“I know, darling.” He said with a nod as he leaned against your fridge and reached out to rub your bump. “I get it. Oh, by the way, tomorrow, you and I must go down to the O2 shop to get you on my contract. You, love, need to join the muggle world with a mobile so I can keep in touch with you.”

“Is it hard?” You inquired as Winky handed Mark his plate. “Don’t thank her. She’s sensitive.”

“No, we’ll get you a simple mobile.” He said as he nodded once at the elf before she ran off to finish her job. She squeaked and accidentally ran head first into your island before scrambling off the floor to go back to work. “Why do they hurt themselves.”

“It’s just… it’s just how it is.” You said as you watched the elf you had a soft spot slip around the corner. “There’s actually a book series called ‘House Elves and Self-Hatred’ that I can add to the list if you want.”

“That’s alright, sweetheart.” He said with a shake of his head. “I’ve so much to learn as is.”

“It’ll take time but I promise I’ll help. Just think, there are a bunch of muggle born witches and wizards out there in the same position as you. It’s a lot easier to learn than you think. You at least don’t have to learn all the technology I have to.”

“Well that’s what you have me for.” He chuckled as he kissed your cheek and rubbed your bump once more. “Have fun tonight, darling. Don’t work too hard unpacking.”

“Oh, I’ve no intention of it.” You said as you picked up your wand and flicked it in the direction of the box of cookbooks, sending them flying in alphabetical order onto the shelf. “Have fun at work.” He rolled his eyes and headed toward the door, dodging a few elves that were carrying your dining room chairs over to the table.

“Sure, because working a double is so much fun.”

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“Christ, that’s intense.” Mark said as he held onto your arm in your old living room until his head stopped spinning. You smiled at him and nodded as you rubbed his back.

“It’s gets easier to handle when you’ve done it a few times.” You said simply as you took his free hand and put it on your stomach so he could feel his daughter kick again, which she had thankfully started this morning when he had come over to leave for Hogsmeade. He smiled to himself and gently pressed his fingers into your skin to get her to kick back as you conjured a glass of water for him.

“Want to see your first bit of magic for the day?” You asked as you carefully turned him in what used to be your living room. “Now, this was my living room and kitchen, obviously. And those stairs lead to my bedroom and bathroom.” He nodded as he finished his water while you turned him back around. “It was quite small when I moved in here, obviously, and you’ve seen how many things I own. I had to put an undetectable extension charm on the place to fit everything. Which, no one can see unless I point it out to them. So now take a look.” You turned him around again and took the cup from him as the room you were standing in appeared to triple in size and your loft turned into a full second story with a gorgeous sun light that took up half the ceiling.

“Holy hell.” He gasped as he stepped forward into the room only to jump back when your aunt appeared out of nowhere. She studied him silently over her glasses with her eyebrow raised and the smallest tilt of her head.

“Mark.” You said after a moment as you took a step forward and smiled at your aunt. “This is Professor Minerva McGonagall, headmistress of Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Aunt Min, this is Mark.”

“Can we trust you, Mark Andres Sheppard?” She asked as she searched his brown eyes, looking for the hint of a lie the way she did when she was grilling students. Mark nodded his head and tried to step back but your hand on his back prevented him from doing so.

“Yes, Professor.” He said as he continued to nod. “I wouldn’t want to bring my daughter or her mother… your niece, any harm.” She continued to stare at him, waiting for him to break, before you took a step forward and gently pinched her arm.

“Enough, Aunt Min.” You hissed, finally drawing her attention away from the father of your child. “He’s trustworthy. I know it.” She looked over at you for a moment before nodding her head.

“Well then.” She said as she gestured toward the door. “We’ve some shopping to do before we head up to the castle for supper.”

“The castle?” Mark asked as you laced your arm with his and lead him out the door after Minerva.

“Hogwarts castle.” You said as you gestured toward the place you had called home for so many years.

“But it’s just…” He started as you pulled him to a stop.

“Really look at it.” You said as you looked over at him. “That’s Hogwarts castle. Look past the charms.” You watched his face morph from curiosity to awe as the enchantments surrounding the castle faded.

“This is unreal.” He gasped as he looked around the grounds. You giggled and gently pulled on his arm as your aunt waited slightly impatiently outside Tombs and Scrolls.

“Come on, sweetheart.” You cooed as you lead him toward the book store. “You’ll see it all later.”

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“(Y/N), look at this.” Minerva called out as she read the tag to a cute, pale pink bassinet in Baby Witch. “It self rocks.”

“Makes rocking your child to sleep after night feedings when your half asleep much simpler.” The shop owner, Theodora, said with a smile as she followed the famous headmistress around her store. 

“Self washing washcloths.” You said to yourself as you read the list of essentials you would need from a baby book you had bought in the previous shop and grabbed the items from the shelves. “Lavender baby wash, bath tub…”

“Darling.” Mark said softly as he looked at the foreign price of a package of three hooded towels that claimed to warm themselves without the help of a warmer. “I don’t know how I’m supposed to pay for this. I don’t even know what any of this means…” He breathed as he pointed to the price tag that read thirty-six sickles.

“I’ve got it.” You told him as you looked over at him with a nod. You helped me with the muggle money for my flat, I’ll help you with this. We can go to Gringotts tomorrow, and figure out money conversions between your money and mine to sort it out. It’s alright.” He nodded his head as you took the package of towels from his hand and flipped it over to look at the design. 

“Have you picked a name yet?” Theodora asked as she came over with some adorable dresses to show you. You shook your head and looked up at her as you sent the package of hooded towels to the ever growing pile of things in ‘your’ shopping basket on the shop’s back counter.

“Haven’t gotten that far.” Mark said with a smile as you took the dresses from her to take a look. “We’ve only just found out she’s a girl… and I’m still trying to wrap my head around this whole magic situation.”

“My late husband had the same issue.” Theodora agreed. “But never fear, it will get easier. If I can give any advice, however, don’t attempt to explain why in this world. Just accept everything you see. Cars fly, we fly on brooms for sport, your child may even sneeze one day and accidentally light your curtains on fire. Don’t question it. It will drive you mad as it did my Howard. He was a scientist.” She tisked and shook her head. “Poor bloke didn’t stand a chance.”

“Look at this one.” You said as you held out a cute, red newborn onesie with a gold skirt that read ‘Future Gryffindor’ on the front with a small sorting hat beside it to change the subject gently. “That was my house at school.” You said as you added it to the pile. “My whole family was in that house. I sometimes wondered if I should be in (your house) but the sorting hat puts you where it sees fit.”

“What do you think I would have been in?” He asked as he looked at the onesies for the other three houses. You hummed before reaching out to grab a Slytherin version as well.

“With your career choice, and the personality I’ve seen thus far, you’d be sorted into Slytherin. No doubt in my mind.” He nodded as you added the green onesie to the pile and pouted at an adorable unicorn patterned swaddling blanket. “Oh, look how cute!”

“They’re real too, aren’t they?” Mark asked as you rubbed the fleece blanket across your cheek before doing the same to him as you nodded.

“We have some in the Forbidden Forest.”

“Yep.” He said with a nod as he picked up a hippogryph patterned blanket and looked at the unfamiliar creature. “Yep.”

“You’ll get there, sweetheart.” You said as you looked at a pink, ruffled baby carriage and a pink and white one with no ruffles your aunt was bringing over to show you.

“The pram will be my gift to you.” She said as she turned them both so you could look into them, and pointed to the one with no ruffles. “I’m partial to this one. It alarms if anyone goes near my grand niece besides anyone you choose. Even works against anyone who is using a concealment charm or any other enchantments.”

“You worry to much, Aunt Min.” You said as you looked at the tag for the pram she liked, absolutely agreeing with her on the security aspect the magical pram offered. “But we’ll definitely be taking this one. Can never be too safe.”

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Mark wasn’t quite sure what was different about his apartment when he walked in after work on Christmas Eve but there was absolutely something. He stood just inside the closed door, trying to put his finger on it when the light in his bathroom glowing through the crack under the door caught his attention. He walked over silently to grab one of the candle sticks off the table but he didn’t reach the table by the time whoever was in his bathroom finished using the facilities.

“Oh!” You gasped as you walked out of his bathroom with a box of Christmas decorations floating in front of you. “Shit, I meant to have this all done before you came home…”

“It’s alright.” He said with a nod as he dropped his bag on the table with a sigh of relief. “Did you pick my lock?”

“First off.” You said as you set the box on the kitchen counter and started pulling things out of it with your wand. “If I wanted to get in to your apartment, I wouldn’t have to pick a lock. A simple spell would do. That is something I will have to fix, by the way. Second of all, I didn’t come through your front door. I came in through the nursery.”

“The nursery?” He asked as he watched you hang a string of lights around the door to brighten up his living room. You nodded as you finished the strand and looked over at him.

“It was going to be a surprise for the morning.” You said as you called him toward you with a wag of your finger. “But I’m terrible at surprises.” He nodded at your back and followed you down the little hall to his bedroom. “Put your hand flat here, please.” You said as you pointed at a small, black spot on the wall beside his bed side table that he wouldn’t have seen if it hadn’t been pointed out. He looked at you curiously before reaching out to lay his hand on the spot. The moment he did, the spot shifted into a door knob and a door appeared on the wall. “I figured you’d like access to your daughter whenever you wish.” You said as he pushed the door into the nursery which used to be on the other side of your apartment. 

“I did a little rearranging to make this possible since the rooms didn’t quite match up at first. But this way, if you’re with her, you have access to her room and anything you need for her from your apartment so you don’t have to worry about locked doors or what have you. You can lock the door from your side, too if you see fit. Just tap that spot twice with two fingers. I just… I wanted to make sure…”

“Thank you.” He said as he looked over at you in the half unpacked nursery because Mark had insisted on setting it up by hand. “This is perfect.” You nodded at him and blushed as you looked down at your bump.

“I’m going to finish decorating.” You said as you as you looked back up at him. “It was supposed to be the other part of your gift from me. I just… she kept making me run to the bathroom.”

“It’s alright, love.” He chuckled as he took a step toward you and pushed your hair back behind your ear. “I love it. But, if we’re exchanging gifts…” He smiled and walked over to his dresser to grab a small box from the top drawer. “It’s nothing big, just something that caught my eye.” You smiled and tried to fight back your brimming tears as he opened the box and showed you the simple, silver infinity bracelet with a small, plain charm on one side. 

“It’s meant to be engraved.” He said as he lifted it out of the box and gestured for your arm. “But I figured I’d hold off on doing so until we chose a name for our little girl.” You nodded your head and choked on your tears before quickly covering your mouth with your free hand. “Darling, don’t cry.” He chuckled as he clasped the bracelet and turned it on your wrist for you.

“You made me.” You squeaked as you tried to hide your face. You looked up at him and shook your head as your bottom lip trembled. “It’s beautiful. Thank you.”

“Merry Christmas, darling.” He said sweetly as he leaned forward and kissed your cheek, only a few centimeters away from the corner of your lips. You looked over at him as your tears stopped in their tracks. His eyes darted back and forth between yours as he reached up and very gently wiped the remaining tears off your cheeks with his thumb. He leaned forward and gently captured your lips, pulling the breath from your lungs with a gasp. “This OK?” He asked when he pulled away and rested his forehead against yours. You nodded as he brushed his thumb across your jaw.

“Yea.” You breathed as you rested your hand on his chest, and bunched the fabric of his open chef’s jacket in your fingers. “Yea, it’s perfect.” His smile grew as he pulled back and ran his thumb across your bottom lip.

“How about we finish decorating, then curl up in front of the fire under that giant, fluffy blanket on your couch, and watch a Christmas film?”

“Perfect.” You whispered with a smile. “Just perfect.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“I can’t do this.” You said to yourself as you stood in your expanded closet in just a bra and panties. You shook your head as you pulled the dress you had originally planned on wearing to Christmas lunch with Mark’s father out to look at it for the umpteenth time. “Nope. I’m not going.” Mark sighed from the door of your closet and glanced at his phone again.

“Love, we really must be going. It’s a long drive…” He tried as he leaned against the door frame.

“I can’t!” You snapped as you looked over at him. “I’m not going.”

“You are going.” He repeated yet again as he started to look around for something you would feel comfortable wearing. “Because we’ve promised my father…”

“I’m too fat to go.” You whined.

“You’re not to fat.” He tried as he pushed off the door, and went over to take your arm. “You’re gorgeous. Now, I’ll choose something because my father is waiting.” You pouted as he lead you out of the closet, grabbing a pair of simple black leggings and a pair of black flats on his way. “Put these on.” He said as he handed them to you.

“They won’t fit.” You said as he headed out of your room to get something from his closet. 

“Do it anyways.” He called out in a sing song voice. You started to grumble under your breath as you got up and pulled the leggings on around your only twenty week along bump. You had just sat down to slide your flats on when Mark came back with a red button down dress shirt. “Now this.” He said as he stuck his head in your closet and grabbed the black tie off the dress you had planned on wearing.

“It’s too small…” You tried through a yawn.

“Yes, too small on me. Put it on.”

“But I’m tired.” You complained as you put the shirt on anyways.

“And I told you that you would be when you insisted on watching that second film.” He said as he took a knee in front of you and buttoned his shirt.

“I needed to be educated.” You hissed as you whacked at his hands to finish the buttons yourself.

“Not at quarter to one in the morning.” He retorted as he tied the ribbon around your waist above his daughter. “You fell asleep ten minutes into it.”

“Well excuse me for growing a child and being tired.” You sassed as you held out your arm for him to roll up the sleeves. “It’s tiring work I’m doing.”

“Well you can sleep in the car.” He said as he quickly rolled the sleeves up to your elbows and helped you to your feet. He handed you your wand and your small, glass ball ornament shaped handbag from the dresser and quickly turned you toward the bedroom door to leave through his flat so you wouldn’t hold the two of you up any longer.

“Quit pushing!”

“If I don’t push, you’ll continue to dawdle. And if you continue to dawdle, you will start to complain that my daughter is hungry, because it’s always my daughter when she’s annoying you…”

“Well she is…” You grumbled as he grabbed his car keys and wallet off the table by the door and threw the muggle coat he had made you purchase so you would blend in more in London over your shoulders.

“Yes, she is.” He agreed as he hustled you out the door. “But she’s also my daughter when she’s not keeping you awake… and you just went to the bathroom so don’t give me that shite.” You scowled at him and snapped your jaw closed, since you were just complaining and being a royal pain because you were nervous.

“He’s gunna hate me.” You said as fear based tears filled your eyes.

“No, love, he won’t.” Mark reassured as he took your hand and laced his fingers with yours. “When you’re not being stubborn for no apparent reason what so ever, you’re the kind, wonderful, beautiful mother of my child.” He pulled open the passenger door of his car and smiled as he gestured you inside. “He will love you, sweetheart. Just please get in the car.” Your eyes narrowed as you stared him down over the door.

“I want a bubble bath.” You bargained as you pointed at him. “And a foot rub.”

“Alright, darling.” He said with a nod, not caring what he was agreeing to since you had made the pair of you almost an hour late for lunch. With a huff, you got in the car and let him put your seatbelt on (since it was something you tended to forget when you rode around in the ‘death box’ as you called it). As he ran around the front, you used your wand to conjure a gold necklace with a medium sized green Christmas tree pendant to go with Mark’s choice of outfit and added a hunter green bow to your half up, half down hair do.

“Alright, let’s go then.” Mark breathed with a sigh of relief as he checked traffic and pulled away from the curb.

“I have to pee.” You said, cheekily as you conjured a pillow and laid your head on it against the window.

“Hold it.” He sighed, knowing that you were lying, as he reached over to lace his fingers with yours. “You’ll survive.”

——

“(Y/N).” Mark said softly when you were only a couple miles away from his father’s house. He glanced over at your peacefully asleep face and squeezed your hand to give you a few moments to wake up before he pulled in. “Sweetheart, we’re here.” You groaned slightly and rolled your head on the headrest.

“I was dreaming.” You moaned as you looked at him with hooded eyes.

“What were you dreaming about?” He asked with a glance over at you. Your brow furrowed as you shook your head and sat up a bit.

“I’m not sure.” You yawned while stretching in the small space available. “There was a little girl, young little thing. And I believe she was playing in some wild flowers…”

“What did she look like, love?” He asked, pointedly as he pulled up to a red light. You thought about it for a moment as you opened your handbag and searched for a bottle of water.

“She had on a navy blue dress.” You started as you found your bottle of water and traded it for your wand so that it was hidden from Mark’s father. “She had her brow hair up in a little pony tail on top of her head… and she was laughing. Oh, it was the most beautiful little sound…”

“You kept saying Jupiter.” He said as he turned down his fathers street and looked over at you, hopefully. “Over and over again, as if you were calling to her.”

“Jupiter?” You clarified as you put the bottle back in your purse. “For a name?” He nodded as he pulled into the driveway and put the car in park.

“Jupiter Sheppard. I must say, I don’t think I can even entertain anything else after hearing that. It encompasses your world, and my enjoyment of astronomy. It’s just… it’s perfect.”

“Jupiter Sheppard.” You repeated as you looked down at your bump and ran your fingertips across it. “What says you, little one? Do you think you’re a Jupiter?” Mark reached over with a smile at the same moment your daughter, who had been relatively still for the car trip, rolled toward both your hands.

“Well, I think that’s two yeses for Jupiter.” Mark said as he brushed his thumb across your belly. “If that’s a yes with you, mum.” You looked up and met his eyes with a nod.

“I think that’s fate talking to us.” He nodded in agreement as he unbuckled your seatbelt.

“That was much less painful than I expected it to be.”

“Yea, you don’t have to deal with our little planet sitting on your bladder.” You groaned. “I still have to pee.”

“Alright, alright.” He laughed as he got out of the car and came around to help you out of the low vehicle. He took your bag for you and put it under his arm before pulling you to your feet so you wouldn’t have to strain at all. “Come on, my girls. Let’s go celebrate Christmas the muggle way.” You simply rolled your eyes.

Part 4

JIKOOK AU [Based off Riverdale]

A/N: I’ve been watching Riverdale the whole day and decided I NEEDED to make a Jikook au based off of it so here you go. WARNING! I can’t write for shit and this is probably crap but oh well. If you want a part 2, let me know? ALSO THIS IS NOT EDITED AND ENGLISH IS NOT MY MOTHER LANGUAGE.

"Hey Chim" The brown haired boy, Taehyung, calls for his best friend.

"Yeah?" Jimin asks as he looks up from the notes he’s taken earlier in the day durning his English class.

"I’ve been wanting to ask you and don’t freak out or run away, okay?" Nodding, Jimin waits for his best friend to on with his question.

"Why is the southside serpent kid looking at you? I mean he’s been doing it for days and as hot as he is, it’s starting to freak me the fuck out."

Biting his bottom lip, Jimin glances over his shoulder to see no other than Jeon Jungkook looking his way with a sly smile on his oh-so-annoyingly-handsome face.

"I have no idea, why don’t you go and ask him for yourself?" Rolling his eyes at his pink haired best friend, Taehyung takes a sip of his milkshake before getting up from his seat.

For a second Jimin believes that he’s going to leave or maybe go to the bathroom but then it hits him. The exit and the bathroom is in the opposite direction.  

Quickly getting out of his seat and jogging after his best friend, Jimin takes a hold of Taehyung’s upper arm – stopping him dead in his tracks.

"What are you doing?" Innocently smiling down at his best friend, Taehyung pulls away his hand smoothly.

"What I was told too do-HEY SERPENT," And at this very moment Jimin can’t help but wonder why the hell he’s still friends with Kim Taehyung.

Looking away from the pink haired beauty, Jungkook shoots Taehyung a cold glare.

"What do you want rich kid?" Mint haired, Min Yoongi aka Jungkook’s right hand asks, a bored look on his face.

"Oh nothing, I just want to know why your serpent prince here has been drooling over my best friend for the past few days." Taehyung smiles. Jimin has a name for that smile: ‘I’m a wicked person who gives zero fucks about my own life’.

"Is he even something to look at?" Another serpent chuckles, his eyes scanning every inch of Jimin’s body. Never in his whole life time has the petite boy felt so naked and dirty.

Southside serpents. Jimin’s father would have his neck if he finds out that he even looked in their direction. They’re from the bad side of town, they’re the outcast. The people no one wants to deal with or been seen with – or atleast those in their right minds, like Jimin. Jimin is a good kid, or so the whole town believes. He does his homework, he get’s good grades, he shows up in every class, always helps people out, is a gentle and kind soul, never let’s anyone down unlike Jeon Jungkook. The southside serpents ‘kings’ son, only son for that matter and he is without any doubt going to be the next king of that pathetic castle. Jimin doesn’t doubt that for a second. The boy is tall, full of muscles, he wear the serpent tattoo with pride, ears full of piercings and god, don’t get Jimin talking about his lip piecring. He’ll never say it out loud but it’s the hottest thing he’s seen and he can’t help but wonder how it would be to pull on that bottom lip of Jungkook’s.

Shooting his gang member a quick look, Jungkook gets up from his seat – stepping closer to Taehyung with his stupid smirk not washing off.

"He kinda sticks out like a sore thumb with that pink hair, don’t you think?" Jungkook asks, glancing over at Jimin with his bottom lip stuck between his pearly white teeth.

‘God he’s so annoying!’ Jimin whines, obviously in his head.

"Oh" Taehyung dryly laughs, crossing his arms across his chest.

"The sore thumb here is you and your wanna-be bad boys, thinking you can walk in here acting like you own the place. I know your mother fucked another man and was mur-"

Before he can finish the sentence, a hand is tightly wrapped around his neck.

"Finish that sentence Kim" Jungkook warns, gritting his teeth in a silent but obvious rage.

"I’ll cut your head off and feed it to your scum bag of a dog, do you get that?"

Fear. Jungkook finally sees fear in Taehyung’s eyes and all of a sudden he’s back in the diner with Park Jimin staring at him. Fear. Jimin is shaking in fear, his beautiful eyes are holding fear..fear of Jungkook and what he can do.

Letting out a shaky breath, Jungkook let’s go of the brown haired boy – taking a step back. He wasn’t going to be like his father, he wasn’t going to be another devil in the line of serpent leaders.

"Taehyung" a small voice whispers catching Jungkook attention.

Jimin-

"Taehyung let’s leave" The pink haired boy states, not daring to look the serpent in the eyes.

"Please" he pleads, only for his best friend to hear.

 ****

"What was that?" Yoongi asks, as soon at they enter the serpent territory.

"The fucker talked about ma, I couldn’t let him get away with that hyung" The younger defends himself.

He’s right, Yoongi knows he’s right but he also knows how Jungkook wants to change for the better, for the serpents to be able to walk around with pride one day, to be the guy who’ll swoon Park Jimin off his feet. Yoongi knows.

"Yeah but fucking with the best friend of your little crush is kinda real stupid, don’t you think kid?"

Yes it is, but Jungkook wouldn’t take it back. Taehyung spoke about his mother, his biggest weakness. He asked for it, the whole town knows not to bring up his mother and if they do, they’re done for it. Even if it’s Park Jimin himself. After all, Jungkook is a serpent at blood.

"Just like you said hyung, it’s a little crush. My family, my loyalty to the serpents comes first and everyone else later."

That’s a lie. Yoongi knows, Yoongi always knows.

****

"Your dad is going to lose it when he sees those bruises around your neck" Jimin worries, gently sliding his fingers over the purple blue skin on his tan best friends neck.

"Well good thing he’s never home and I’ll just put some foundation on, don’t worry Chim."

"Don’t worry? Excuse me! That asshole may had killed you today and no one would have said a word!" Shrugging his shoulders, Taeyung gets up from his kingsize bed with a sigh.

"I’m the mayor’s son Chim, someone and that someone being my father would say something. Trust me."

"I guess you’re right, but please be careful" Jimin pats his hand before puling on his jacket and bidding his lanky friend goodbye.

****

Jungkook has always believed that he has a good hold on his temper, he knows what he’s doing and nothing can or no one can make him lose it. But no one has ever talked about his mother, no one dares to talk about the Jeon family. It’s an unwritten rule: Do not talk about the messed up Jeon family, they always find out.

Growing up, Jungkook was a vibrant and happy kid, he was what people called the sanity of serpents. The only one who was human, who felt and touched with care. He was full of so much love, so much life. He was a smart kid and some people even believed that maybe, maybe a serpent kid will make it out of this tragic down.

But the apple doesn’t fall from the three, Jungkook was no different. His father found his mother in bed with his brother, one week later and both of them were found dead on the highway right outside of Busan. Everything changed. The kindness his father had for him was gone, he was no longer aloud to talk with Northsiders. He was going to be the next leader, if he wanted it or not. Little jungkook didn’t know better at the age of eight and agreed to everything he was told. Like any kid would do to make their parent happy.

Pulling over, the young serpent pulls his helmet off, sliding a hand through his dark brown hair.

In the end he’ll just go down as another punk gang leader, forgotten and left in the dust when the right time comes.

The ring of his phone cuts through the night silence pulling him back to reality.

"What’s up?" Jungkook answers the phone.

"Eastside hunters have seen your drooling after that cotton candy boy, Seokjin has been keeping eyes on the kid for a few days and so has someone else. And guess who it is, suprise suprise it’s the play dogs from The Eastside."

"Is he alright?" Jungkook isn’t one to panic or to show off his fear but the thought of those filthy eastsiders touching Jimin is making his head spin.

"Well…hyung brought him here and now we have no choice but to keep him here until your father comes back. You know the rules kid." And here Jungkook thought Yoongi was the smart one.

"What do you mean brought him in? Did he force him to come with him? Hyungvare you guys out of your fucking minds?"

Jungkook might want to keep the pink haired male safe but that does not by any means that his gang members will be kind to the boy. Or even let him live in peace for that matter.

"I’ll be home in five minutes, just leave him in my room and lock it. Make sure no one gets in or out."

 ****

"Listen if this is about what Taehyung did, I’m really sorry, okay? He says shit sometimes but he didn’t mean it. I promise you’ll never see our faces again, just please let me go home." Jimin rambles as soon as Jungkook enters his bedroom.

Shutting the door behind him, the serpent leans against the wooden door, eyes scanning the boy infront of him. Fear. Jimin is scared, he’s shaking and Jungkook is pretty sure the boy has been crying for the past ten minutes or so.

"We can’t let you leave" Jungkook states, sliding a hand over his face. This is not what he needed, he did not need to be the bad guy again. Not infront of Jimin.

"But why? I did nothing wrong!" The pink haired cries out, getting on his feet and facing jungkook.

He looks so small standing in front of Jungkook, in need of protection but the serpent knows that’s not the case. Jimin is smart, he might be scared but he isn’t stupid.

"You didn’t do anything wrong, but the eastsiders are after you and unless you want to die you have to stay here." Jaw dropping, Jimin takes a step back.

Eastsiders? They’re the ones who started all of this, the gang mess and the drug dealing. They used to rule Busan once upon a time, a time when the Southside serpents was just a bunch of edgy teenagers. Teenagers who later grew up to play with fire and knifes, who pused the Eastsiders off their throne and claim it till this very day.

"W-why are they a-after me?"

Clearing his throat, Jungkook bits his bottom lip. What should he tell him? "Oh you see I have this crush on you and they want to get back on us by using you against me." Yeah um no, not going to happen.

"They probably saw us talking at the diner…." He trails off.

"Saw what? You almost ending my best friend?" If they want to get back on Jungkook, why would they use Jimin? Are they blind? Didn’t they see that he was about to end Taehyung?

"I don’t fucking know, okay? If you want to leave, fucking go! If you don’t want to fucking die, shut your ass and stay here."

And Jimin’s left alone again, with Jungkook storming out and the door slammed shut.

"Oh yeah, this feels just like home.. "

Another me  (part 2)

Imagine you become someone else. That’s what happens to Kang Min Sun. After unclear circumstances she starts new life as Hana. That’s how she meets Kwon Jiyong and the rest of YG artists. At first it seems like a dream but nobody’s life perfect and soon Min Sun will learn this lesson.

Genre: melodrama/comedy/fantasty

It’s meant to be wrote in style of kdrama. Jiyong as a male lead and Seunghyun as a second lead. Reader as Min Sun/Hana- female lead.

Part 1

Kim Ha Na, more known as Hana. She debuted in 2014 as a solo artist after being the YG trainee. Her first album was sucessful and later she recorded two songs with T.O.P and G-Dragon. She also had few cameos in dramas. She’s said to have come back at the end of this year.

These were basic information about a person who was apparently you now. Or you was actually this person. In her body. Trying to figure it out was causing another panic attacks so you just decided to stay glued to computer and continue reading information about Kim Hana. You stucked in some apartment and before you left hospital, bodyguard had to deal with reporters in front of building. Until your leg was broken you had to act like you was really a person in whom body you lived. You had to act you remember things so you tried to find as much news about Hana as possible. You had to act that you’re not scared of a fact that you actually moved in time from 1998 to 2018.

Hana, you can search Internet on your phone. It’s uncomfortable to sit at the table woth plastered leg. You manager said and put this weird, flat thing on a desk. Your previous phone looked simpler but this one was colorful and had big screen without keyboard. It looked so complicated and it was locked by password that you didn’t remember.

Want me to help you to sit on bed? Manager asked you.

I.. I wanna eat ramen. you changed subject.

Ramen? You always eat greece salad at this hour.

You stopped yourself from making surprised face. Your manager came up to fridge. You would normally tell him to mind his business but you tightened your mouth to stop yourself from comments. This girl seemed polite and strict. Unlike you with your bad temper and laziness. You looked again at beautiful furnitures around you. This place looked expensive.

It’s a dream to live in so great apartment. you sighed to yourself.

That’s why it’s yours. This is one of your favourites, isn’t it? Man added and gave you your salad.

Do I have another apartments? you asked without thinking. He looked at you surprised behind his round glasses. Ah.. Right. Now I remember. Everything comes back to my mind.

You doubted it sounded reliably but it was better than nothing. Then your manager said he would leave your for a while to buy more products to your kitchen. It was so unusual to be treated this way. For the next week you literally studied from Internet about korean wave, idols and YG artists. Meantime you started private rehabilitation with doctor at your home. Even beautician came to take care of your skin and nails. You felt like a princess.

Ah.. What a beautiful life. you sighed and took another seafood from your plate. You was sitting on the folding chair in fluffy robe. Month have passed in the blink of an eye.

Hana, your mother calls you. your menager told you and he took your iphone from a table and handed it to you.

My mom? you said with enthusiasm before you realized he didn’t mean your real mom. It felt awkward at first but later you just acted like you really talked by phone with someone who was your mother. You planned to find out about her and leave this place after convalescence.

No. There’s really no need to fly from USA, mom. I’m getting better. you said at the end when Mrs.Kim suggested to visit you.

Anyway. I’ll visit you in nearer future. Call me more often.

Yes. Thanks. Bye, mom.

Few minutes later when you ened your conversation, your phone started to ring again. You saw a name on a lockscreen: Yang Hyun Suk.

Answer for me. you asked your menager.

Oh.. Ok. he mumbled. Yes, Mr. Yang? Here’s Park Dae Hyun. Yes. She’s better now. Doctor said she will be able to walk without struches soon. Meeting? Tomorrow? Yes, sir. I think we will handle it. Goodbye.

What meeting? you asked when Dae Hyun disconnected.

All artists have a meeting with CEO to sum up current projects and establish new things.

When next day your driver stopped a car in front of YG buildling, you couldn’t believe what you saw. Dozens of photoreporters and not less of fans gathered close to your car. Your manager told you to put sunglasses on and asked two bodyguards to go out first.

Hana! Hana! group of girls started to scream when you went on the sidewalk. You collides with your bodyguard’s back when he pushed away intrusive reporter. Now you knew you was said to hide behind sunglasses. Flashes of cameras were so blinding. Everybody around tried to come closer and take a photo or record you. Second bodyguard and your manager helped you to walk by crutches and enter entrance. When you finally came to elevator, you could say that you felt safe. Your manager opened a door to big conference room. All eyes turned to you.

Welcome back, Hana. Please, take a seat. you heard familiar voice. It was CEO Yang. You watched few videoclips with him during your stay at apartment. You actually got know about all of these people in room. Three man on the left were from Epik High. Then girls from Blackpink and boys from Winner. You still didn’t remember names of all of them.

Good morning. you said and you barely bowed.

Here’s free place. said a man with small eyes and prominent nose. It was Kang Daesung. Rest of members were sitting next to him on the right side. When you sat, you looked closely. You recognized that man behind dark glasses was T.O.P. You was curious if he was as handsome as on photos but you could only see his profile. The next one was a dark-haired man in weird clothes, G-Dragon. He had a face that even women could envy. Then it was maknae of Big Bang, Seungri. He looked at you and smiled at the same time with Taeyang who was next to him. You shyly bowed what was nothing like you but it was a first time when so many handsome men was looking at you at the same time. It felt so great to live like a celebrity and be a real beauty. Maybe I should live this dream a little bit longer? You thought.

Ok. If everybody’s present, let’s start. CEO annouced. He discussed with Winner about their tour and then he looked at you.

Hana-sshi, we’re glad that you’re fine. YG will take care about press but I would like you to give an interview after few months. Reporters are at the building so please, agree with Dae Hyun if you want to make a short statement. It’s the best moment when they know that you arrived here.

Yes. you answered shortly.

We will talk about that planned collaboration with GD when you fully recover. Mr. Yang continued. You stifled your moan, hearing this. So you was meant to start some project with GD? Shit..

We will talk it out when Hana will be in good shape. Meantime I will be re-writing a song. you heard Kwon Ji Yong.

That’s all right. CEO said and looked at you again. I hope it won’t take more than a month for you to be able to work again. I’m really rooting for this project but that schedule is not a problem for you.

I will work hard. You anwered just like these all idols from videos used to say. These informations helped you a lot to deal with this situation but after Mr Yang’s words you suddenly felt so helpless. Trainees worked hard for years to improve their singing and dancing skills. You had no preparation, you couldn’t sing or dance, you didn’t know how to talk with press and the most importantly you was different person with your own memories and experiences.

I’m fully responsible for someone’s sucess now. you whispered to yourself when you left a room.

What? your menager asked you.

Nothing. I need to go to bathroom. you suddenly said.

I can’t go to female..

I know. I’m able to pee on my own. Don’t worry. you interrupted him. He looked embarrased. You entered toilet and looked around. It was only you. You wanted to try again with phone call to your mom. You only wanted to hear her voice. The last time there was no answer. Maybe she changed her number? It’s been ten years. Your heart was beating so fast and then you heard someone’s voice.

Hello?

You froze. Female voice asked again. It sounded exactly like your sister’s. But she was living in Busan and you wasn’t that close.

H-Hello? you stuttered.

Who’s there?

You knew she couldn’t recognize you when your voice was different so you found a new solution.

Hello. Is it Mrs.Kang‘s phone?

Oh.. Yes. But she can’t talk. Your sister answered.

When can I call her then?

Who are you? She asked you after a while. She was always suspicious.

I’m.. Sun Min’s friend from high school. I lost her number and some of former friends wanted to meet up.

I’m sorry.. You probably didn’t know it. She said with tensed voice. My sister is dead for ten years.

Suddenly you wasn’t able to make any sound. You even couldn’t move. It felt like you was close to fainting.

I’m really sorry but I can’t help you. I thought that all of her friends knew. I’m at the hospital. Our mother had a stroke few months ago.

Then you could only hear her crying. And you was crying with her. On the other side of line. When you already disconnected and fell to the ground. Your sob mingled with a sound of falling crutches.

Mom.. I’m sorry. You sobbed loudly and touched your chest with pain. It felt like something was tearing apart inside of you. I’m dead, I’m dead..

What’s happening there? some low voice came out behind a door.

I’m dead.. I died. You kept repeating in silent voice. Tears were still falling. You saw long legs in black, laquered boots in front of you.

Hana? What happend?

You looked up. Choi Seunghyun was standing in the doorstep.

Where’s you menager? he kept asking. Some man behind him, moved closer and picked up your crutches. They both looked shocked and you slowly realized that you was sitting in the middle of the public toilet with probably blurred make-up and red eyes. This pain inside was so strong and you couldn’t do anything. And you didn’t want to move. Do anything.

Come on. Seunghyun said and grabbed your hands. You forced yourself to stand up.

Hana!

Your manager showed up. Tht other man gave you crutches and put sunglasses on your face.

That’s better when you’re leaving in front of many people. he suggested.

What’s going on? I only left to buy coffe. Your menager said.

Why did you leave her when you know she has problems with walking now? Seunghyun said with irritation. You looked into his eyes behind dark glasses. His eyes had so deep, dark shade and thick lashes.

Aish.. She always drinks coffe at this hour. I thought it won’t take that long. Your manager kept whining when four of you walked corridor.

Thank you. I’m thankful. You said to T.O.P and grabbed his hand. He shuddered with surprise.

Are you ok? You don’t seem good. Why did you cry? Men next to him- probably his manager asked.

It’s this accident.. you started and tears started falling down your cheeks again.

Aigoo.. She’s still stressed. Let’s go home, Hana. You can drink coffe in car. You manager said and took you by hand. Thank you for help. He said to T.O.P and his manager.

Hana, we’re family. You can count on us. T.O.P suddenly said. You nodded and went to elevator. It felt like this man was the one who understood what a real nervous breakdown meant. He seemed empathic. Maybe that’s why you grabbed his hand without thinking. It’s been a long time since someone sympathized with you.

Eight Little Scouts: A Bad Bangtan Fic - Part 6

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4 Part 5

A horror fic for halloween, inspired by the poem Ten little Indians and Rooster Teeth series Ten Little Roosters.  Gender neutral main character so anyone can read it.

Warnings: Character death, graphic

(Y/N) = Your Name

Three little scouts on the run

You smacked around the wall in search of the light switch. You finally found it and flicked the lights on. You looked around and there was no signs of the others. “Guys?!” You called out. Unsurprisingly, no one responded.

“Jungkook! Suga!” You called out again as you looked down the hall, limping slightly since your ankle was still injured. You huffed. “Jeon Jungkook! Min Yoongi!”

Still no response. Your ankle hurt way too much for you to try to look around the house for your friends. You flopped down on the couch and started to cry. It was terrifying being alone. You cried for probably a solid hour.

You suddenly realized something. Jungkook or Suga was in danger. You left them alone to be together, it was the perfect opportunity for the killer to strike the other. “Jungkook! Suga!” You leaped from the couch and ran as fast as you could with your limp.

As soon as you ran out of the living room into the hallway, a hand came over your mouth. No, a cloth. You held your breath, squirming to get the cloth away from you. Your vision started to go black, unsure if it was from whatever was on the cloth or you holding your breath. Last thing you knew you were falling to the ground, but being caught before you fell.

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You bolted upright gasping. You looked around quickly. You were in V’s little sibling’s room, the one with the automatic door closer. You got up quickly and tried to open the door, only to find you were locked in. You banged on the door. “Suga?! Jungkook?!”

After a few moments you decided it was hopeless. You slumped against the door, banging your head against it. Suddenly a beep made you jump out of your skin. You looked around but there was nothing. You strained your ears to hear and you heard familiar tune. 

“Dasi run run run.” The music played faintly.

You got up, rubbing your eyes as you tried to figure out where Run was coming from.  You noticed your bag was on V’s siblings bed. You opened your bag and there sat your speaker. You glared at it as you pulled it out. “There’s no where to run to you stupid speaker.” You clenched your fist around the speaker that constantly mocked you throughout the night. You threw it away from you without looking.

Glass shattering made you whip around to see what you hit. The speaker had broken the window. You ran towards it. There was a hole where the speaker went through, and the rest of the window was cracked. You looked down at your legs: one ankle still in pain, and you’re wearing shorts. You decided it would be easier to escape with on completely battered leg then two bad ones. You raised your injured leg and kicked the window a couple of times, breaking the rest of the glass. Your leg got cut a few times and your ankle hurt even worse now but it was worth it. 

You looked out the window. You were on the second floor so you didn’t want to just jump down. Looking around you saw a tree branch you could probably jump to. You perched yourself on the ledge and took a deep breath before leaping to the tree.

“Y/N?” Suga called.

You grabbed onto a tree branch. You looked back to the window to see Jungkook and Suga looking at you. You were relieved to see them both still alive, so you smiled at them. 

There was no was such a small branch could support your weight. The branch snapped and you fell through the tree. You hit your back few times and a few other branches broke as you fell. You hit your head hard on the ground, vision going black for a moment. A sharp pain shot through your body. 

As your vision slowly cleared you saw a branch impaled into your stomach. You couldn’t move at all. Your eyes flicked up to the room you came out of to see Jungkook and Suga fighting in the room. You tried to keep your eyes open but it was hard. You guess it made since you were the “one wasn’t so skilled” one. You weren’t an idol unlike everyone else. You excepted your fate and closed your eyes, world fading away as you bleed out.

“Y/N! Y/N are you okay?!” You heard muffled yelling sounding very far away. You fluttered open your eyes to see Jungkook crouching over you looking worried.

“Where’s Suga?” You murmured.

“We thought you were dead.” He said sounding relieved. “He’d dead.”

“He was the killer?” You croaked out.

A wicked smiled etched itself onto Jungkook’s face. “Well, a killer.”

“What?” You asked.

Jungkook laughed. “I never said which killer would die, did I Y/N?” When your eyes widened he laughed again. “I guess this is the time where I revile my evil plan huh?”

Your eyes scanned his face, hoping there was a sign he was lying. “Y-you? But how?”

“I was here first to help V decorate. I taped the speaker under the table and set up the automatic door. I’ve been planning this for month’s Y/N, hell I even learned how to pick-pocketed everyone’s phone.”  He reached into his bag and looked around until he pulled out your phone, smiling triumphantly.

“I brought a knife to replace Suga’s, taking his and hiding it in his bag. That takes care of Rap Monster. Then I brought your bag upstairs and put it at the top of the stairs since I was conveniently at the end of the line. I used my remote to control the speaker to play the screams I took from a horror movie to make you all panic. That takes care of V.”

He let out a chuckle. “You were supposed to die a while ago honestly Y/N. I wanted you to be the one strangled in the webs, not Jimin. That’s okay though, you made it easy for me to push the blame. I know every thinks the person who pushes the blame is way too obvious, so I kept doing it. It was supposed to go Rap Monster, V, You, J Hope, Jin, Suga, Jimin, but hey. What can you do? Sorry about locking you in a room, the death for least skilled was planned for Suga I didn’t know how to morph it to you. Your death was completely ruined and unplanned, and yet you still managed to get yourself killed. And I feel like this fits you better than losing hope. You’re really unskilled, it fits you.”

“Why is Suga unskilled?” You asked.

Jungkook laughed again, but ignored your question. “You made it so easy to blame you, you know? You just so happened to use the bathroom where I swapped the pills for J Hope, and then playing darts with me? You made it so easy to kill Jin and blame it on you, thank you. Suga trusted me so easily ‘cause of you. At the end after he saw you dying and realized that it had to be me, it was too late.”

“How... did you kill Suga?” 

“I had planned for an amazing climax to the story you know. Jimin and I fighting to the death on the roof top.” He sighed dramatically. “But I was robbed of that. Instead, I bashed Suga’s head in against the wall. Very barbaric, not at all as poetic as I wanted. And now I’m stuck with you.”

You wished you could reach out and hit him but your entire body was numb. You must have been making a face because he laughed again. “What’s wrong Y/N? You thought the killer would really predict his own death? Don’t be stupid.” He stood up. “I’m going to let you bleed out, then call the police and play victim. Everyone’s going to think it was Suga, and I’ll get away with it.”

“Why?” You croaked.

“Why? To test the limit of my abilities.” He gave you one last smile before he pulled out the branch impaled in your stomach, speeding up the bleeding process. “Thank you for making this so easy for me. Now let’s see if I can fool the cops.”

And then there was one.

Part 7

100 QUESTIONS NO ONE ASKS

I was tagged by @tickledsims ty ily!!

1. DO YOU SLEEP WITH YOUR CLOSET DOORS OPEN OR CLOSED? CLOSED when i was younger my little sister had a baby doll that would talk on its own at night and we called it the demon baby and hooooly shit

2. DO YOU TAKE THE SHAMPOOS AND CONDITIONER BOTTLES FROM HOTELS? i dont take those bc my hair cant take cheap hair products but i do take the soaps!!

3. DO YOU SLEEP WITH YOUR SHEETS TUCKED IN OR OUT? i put the mattress cover sheet thingy on my bed but i dont use an actual sheet :/

4. HAVE YOU STOLEN A STREET SIGN BEFORE? nah lol

5. DO YOU LIKE TO USE POST-IT NOTES? YES i love using office supplies i could spend all day at staples omg

6. DO YOU CUT OUT COUPONS BUT THEN NEVER USE THEM? no lol but il save the lil receipt coupons and find them in my wallet months after they expire

7. WOULD YOU RATHER BE ATTACKED BY A BIG BEAR OR A SWARM OF BEES? hhhhh bees

8. DO YOU HAVE FRECKLES? yep!! i love them its why im scared to use foundation i dont wanna lose em

9. DO YOU ALWAYS SMILE FOR PICTURES? i either smile or if my moms takin the pic il make a stupid face 

10. WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST PET PEEVE? i have terrible road rage...... um........... i also hate it when men interrupt me i just walk away at that point 

11. DO YOU EVER COUNT YOUR STEPS WHEN YOU WALK? yeah i pretty much count everything

12. HAVE YOU PEED IN THE WOODS? i dont think so??

13. HAVE YOU EVER POOPED IN THE WOODS? def not lmao

14. DO YOU EVER DANCE EVEN IF THERES NO MUSIC PLAYING? i have an eating dance, a drinking dance, and a video game playing dance hahaa

15. DO YOU CHEW YOUR PENS AND PENCILS? yes ugh it annoys me but i cant stop

16. HOW MANY PEOPLE HAVE YOU SLEPT WITH THIS WEEK? at LEAST 0

17. WHAT SIZE IS YOUR BED? i think its a single? a single or a twin either way im miserable send help

18. WHAT IS YOUR SONG OF THE WEEK? ummm probably You by Weird Milk?? its the most recent song i added on spotify so  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

19. IS IT OK FOR GUYS TO WEAR PINK? yeah def unless its one of those “real men wear pink shirts” like just.... stop

20. DO YOU STILL WATCH CARTOONS? sometimes my sister makes me watch stevens universe?? il watch phineas and ferb too bc honestly who doesnt anime too but not always cartoon ones or w/e

21. WHAT IS YOUR LEAST FAVORITE MOVIE? 2001: A Space Odyssey and Daughters of the Dust come to mind

22. WHERE WOULD YOU BURY HIDDEN TREASURE IF YOU HAD SOME? u kno where ;) no how big is the treasure?? if its a lil bit id put it in that drawer under the oven bc my family never uses that but if its BIG TREASURE id hide it in the backyard of the last house i lived in bc a. nobody lives there now and 2. its totally overrun with green bc of like two floods

23. WHAT DO YOU DRINK WITH DINNER? water! only water ever

24. WHAT DO YOU DIP A CHICKEN NUGGET IN? honey if theyre mcnuggets but other than that i use honey mustard!

25. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE FOOD? chicky parm

26. WHAT MOVIES COULD YOU WATCH OVER AND OVER AGAIN AND STILL LOVE? honestly Inception is my feel-good movie

27. LAST PERSON, YOU KISSED/KISSED YOU? a lil babu

28. WERE YOU EVER A BOY/GIRL SCOUT? i was in girl scouts much longer than i ever wanted to be lmao WISH i coulda done BOY SCOUTS

29. WOULD YOU EVER STRIP OR POSE NUDE IN A MAGAZINE? if cash is involved absolutely

30. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU WROTE A LETTER TO SOMEONE ON PAPER? aboutttt three months ago!

31. CAN YOU CHANGE THE OIL ON A CAR? no but i can watch

32. EVER GOTTEN A SPEEDING TICKET? when i first got my license yea :( 15 yr olds are dum

33. EVER RAN OUT OF GAS? twice! very good memories

34. WHAT’S YOUR FAVORITE KIND OF SANDWICH? egg salad gud

35. BEST THING TO EAT FOR BREAKFAST? the all star breakfast at waffle house yasssss

36. WHAT IS YOUR USUAL BEDTIME? honestly like 9 since i always have to wake up at 7 in the am but il stay up til 11 if i can

37. ARE YOU LAZY? absolutely when have ACTIVE ppl done ANYTHING

38. WHEN YOU WERE A KID, WHAT DID YOU DRESS UP AS FOR HALLOWEEN? i was usually a cat bc i never could find a costume i liked smh but when i was 2 i went as winnie the pooh lmao

39. WHAT IS YOUR CHINESE ASTROLOGICAL SIGN? ox!

40. HOW MANY LANGUAGES CAN YOU SPEAK? just english but im tryna learn spanish and japanese and im fluent in french if a two year olds speech patterns can be considered as such

41. DO YOU HAVE ANY MAGAZINE SUBSCRIPTIONS? nah

42. WHICH ARE BETTER: LEGOS OR LINCOLN LOGS? LEGOS lincoln logs are big with nostalgia thoooo

43. ARE YOU STUBBORN? with dumb shit yeah but i usually just dont care enough abt stuff to deal

44. WHO IS BETTER: LENO OR LETTERMAN? theyre both old idc

45. EVER WATCH SOAP OPERAS? no lol

46. ARE YOU AFRAID OF HEIGHTS? not really tbh i like the adrenaline

47. DO YOU SING IN THE CAR? if im alone!! nobody deserves to hear that

48. DO YOU SING IN THE SHOWER? nahhh

49. DO YOU DANCE IN THE CAR? when im in the drive thru haaaa

50. EVER USED A GUN? id like to go to a shooting range some time but ive never used one im also very anti gun so i probs would never buy one unless it was a cute lil glock i can handle well

51. LAST TIME YOU GOT A PORTRAIT TAKEN BY A PHOTOGRAPHER? st patricks day it wasnt technically for me tho

52. DO YOU THINK MUSICALS ARE CHEESY? not in general but when ppl start obsessing over a certain one for months on end abt a certain time period and certain performers and certain songs and certain people of history i start wanting ppl to die

53. IS CHRISTMAS STRESSFUL? YEAH I NEVER HAVE MONEY WTF

54. EVER EAT A PIEROGI? my sisters obsessed with them so yea but never like. authentic polish potato pockets or anything just a frozen box of em

55. FAVORITE TYPE OF FRUIT PIE? apple?? im not rly into pie tbh

56. OCCUPATIONS YOU WANTED TO BE WHEN YOU WERE A KID? ive wanted to go into law enforcement/criminology my whole life!! for a sec i wanted to be a firefighter, a journalist/writer/poet, and some sort of artist but u know how kids are

57. DO YOU BELIEVE IN GHOSTS? i tried to find that clip from malcolm in the middle for like ten mins but i couldnt yea

58. EVER HAVE A DEJA-VU FEELING? doesnt everyone tho?

59. DO YOU TAKE A VITAMIN DAILY? no im a bad adult

60. DO YOU WEAR SLIPPERS? nah

61. DO YOU WEAR A BATH ROBE? im not rich!!

62. WHAT DO YOU WEAR TO BED? usually just my undies but when im living with other people il wear a soft shirt and my dc heroes pajama bottoms ayyy

63. WHAT WAS YOUR FIRST CONCERT? ive never been to one! i was gonna go see metallica in baltimore but i moved before i could smh

64. WALMART, TARGET, OR KMART? walmart sry targets cool but too much money!!! i go there for home things tho does kmart still exist

65. NIKE OR ADIDAS? ADIDAS ive been trying to get a full adidas tracksuit for YEARS

66. CHEETOS OR FRITOS? fritos! i like the super hot cheetos tho

67. PEANUTS OR SUNFLOWER SEEDS? peanutsssss

68. EVER HEAR OF THE GROUP TRES BIEN? Nope but they must be good im keepin @tickledsims response bc it made me laugh

69. EVER TAKE DANCE LESSONS? when i was a lil babu i took ballet and gymnastics a lil later

70. IS THERE A PROFESSION YOU PICTURE YOUR FUTURE SPOUSE DOING? i hope to never have a spouse  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

71. CAN YOU CURL YOUR TONGUE? yep

72. EVER WON A SPELLING BEE? ive actually never even had a spelling bee im sure theyre a myth

73. HAVE YOU EVER CRIED BECAUSE YOU WERE SO HAPPY? i think so??

74. OWN ANY RECORD ALBUMS? nah

75. OWN A RECORD PLAYER? nahhhhh

76. DO YOU REGULARLY BURN INCENSE? no but i had a roommate who did i fell in love

77. EVER BEEN IN LOVE? yeah ok lol so one time when i was a sophomore my french teacher had to use a substitute teacher and hes the reason i believe in love at first sight im STILL in love with him wtf ive also had a bf haha im hilarious

78. WHO WOULD YOU LIKE TO SEE IN CONCERT? i dont really do concerts so i couldnt say but i think matd would be fun!!

79. WHAT WAS THE LAST CONCERT YOU SAW? oh my god

80. HOT TEA OR COLD TEA? hot!!!!

81. TEA OR COFFEE? coffee!!!!!!

82. SUGAR COOKIES OR SNICKERDOODLES? i dont rly like either but i prefer snickerdoodles over sugar

83. CAN YOU SWIM WELL? i can only do that weird frog swim i forget what its called so no im shit at it

84. CAN YOU HOLD YOUR BREATH WITHOUT HOLDING YOUR NOSE? ye

85. ARE YOU PATIENT? if im able to distract myself?? it also depends on the severity of what im waiting on i guess

86. DJ OR BAND AT A WEDDING? probs a band i guess i dont rly think abt that kinda stuff sry

87. EVER WON A CONTEST? when i was four i won a coloring contest at the ice cream store

88. HAVE YOU EVER HAD PLASTIC SURGERY? nope im poor 89. WHICH ARE BETTER: BLACK OR GREEN OLIVES? both are good!

90. CAN YOU KNIT OR CROCHET? i can knit but i cant crochet

91. BEST ROOM FOR A FIREPLACE? fckn bathroom

92. DO YOU WANT TO GET MARRIED? not rly unless its a partnership longlasting romance stresses me out especially with financial responsibility etc

93. IF MARRIED, HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN MARRIED? -20 years

94. WHO WAS YOUR HIGH SCHOOL CRUSH? my high school boyfriend hahaaa h,,,,

95. DO YOU CRY AND THROW A FIT UNTIL YOU GET YOUR OWN WAY? im an adult sry

96. DO YOU HAVE KIDS? 1!

97. DO YOU WANT KIDS? nope! lmao i love her tho

98. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE COLOR? red but i also like many others??? idk

99. DO YOU MISS ANYONE RIGHT NOW? ummm not rly?? im not close enough to anyone to miss them and those i am close to im able to hang with

100. WHO ARE YOU GOING TO TAG TO DO THIS TAG NEXT? god uhhh if you havent done it already and want to, @dreambot @nebula-simms @ellowynsims and @pixelbloom