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yoonkook crack. jungkook has still not exited his twilight phase and wants to be a cullen soooooo bad. yoongi, an actual hundred-year-old vampire, is tired of him.

❀ Pairing: Human!Jungkook x Vampire!Yoongi

❀ Summary: Jungkook loves reading his smutty vampire comic and so what if he fashions himself a little bit after the main character. Yoongi finds it wildly offensive. Every day he has to watch Jungkook play at being ominous and spooky - and okay, maybe it’s a little cute. But it’s mostly offensive, and Yoongi would know. He’s a vampire, after all.

❀ Word Count: 8,727

❀ Genre: Supernatural, coworkers to lovers, crack, pwp

❀ Rating: 18+ Minors are strictly prohibited from engaging and reading this content. It contains explicit content and any minors discovered reading or engaging with this work will be blocked immediately.

❀ Warnings:Jungkook is whatever the weeb equivalent is to Vampires - a Veeb, if you will, a little bit of pining, Misc. Vampire Lore I Made Up, Sekhmet vampire theory makes an appearances again, explicit language, explicit sexual content including unprotected anal sex, oral (m. receiving) a lot of fluids and lub and come and spit, ass play (m. receiving), Jungkook cannot pick a position to fuck Yoongi, bottom Yoongi, top Jungkook, like? Random convos about predator/prey dynamic but not really you’ll see what I mean it’s there if u squint, Jungkook basically being a giant vampire nerd and cringe sometimes but it’s cute?

❀ Published: April 5, 2023

❀ A/N: THANK YOU TO M FOR REQUESTING THIS ABSOLUTE FUCKING GONG SHOW OF A FIC. This fic ame about… I actually do not at all remember how we got on this topic but basically we were laughing at the idea of Vampire Nerd JK losing it after finding out Yoongi was a vampire. Jungkook was originally supposed to be Acting More Like A Vampire but I realize it was more of I’m Kind Of Like A Vampire and The Authority On Them. Whatever, I actually like how this turned out and I REALLY HOPE YOU LIKE IT M I LOVE YOU AND WE ARE IN A COMPLETELY NORMAL, MONOGAMOUS, VERY ROMANTIC RELATIONSHIP. ALSO WHOOPS I SLIPPED AND MY 1-2K IS OVER 8K I’M EMBARAZZARDDD

❀ Disclaimer: All members of BTS are faces and name claims for this story. This is entirely a work of fiction and by no means is meant to be a projection, judgment or representation of real-life people. Any scenarios or representations of the people and places mentioned in works are not representative of real-life scenarios.

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Min Yoongi hates Jeon Jungkook.

No, that’s not entirely true. What Yoongi hates is Jungkook’s stupid fucking comic books.

Jungkook slinks into the breakroom, eyes sweeping the mostly empty room until they settle on Yoongi and he smiles. Yoongi’s stomach flips at the small - perhaps imagined - light in Jungkook’s eyes as he pulls his backpack tighter and rushes over to the chair opposite Yoongi.

Slinging his backpack on the table, Jungkook winces when he knocks Yoongi’s thermos over. Yoongi catches it, lightning quick as Jungkook looks at him with wide, surprised eyes. He murmurs an apology and Yoongi waves it off, settling back into his chair as Jungkook sits down and begins shuffling through his backpack like a pack rat.

Though Yoongi’s eyes are focused on the pages of his book, the letters swim before him as he observes Jungkook from the edge of his vision. He smells sweet, like honeysuckle. Sunshine. Warmth. He makes little sounds of frustration as he struggles to find what he’s looking for. After several huffs, Yoongi looks up, inky eyes looking at Jungkook who stares at his bag angrily.

“There are Hello Pandas in the cabinet,” Yoongi offers gently. Jungkook looks up, blushing and chewing his lip. Yoongi shrugs as though Jungkook asked a question. “Saw them in there this morning.”

“Cool, thanks, hyung.”

When Jungkook gets up, back facing Yoongi to go to the office pantry, Yoongi allows himself a small, secret smile.

This shared routine of reading at lunch is Yoongi’s favorite. Every day they arrive in a pattern. Yoongi first, sitting at the table closest to the fridge and pulling the chair so it’s back is against the wall. He’ll pull out a book and spend the first five minutes reading, the loud noises of office life no longer a distraction after years of practice.

Second, Jungkook will come in. He’ll look around to assess who is in the breakroom, even though he always sits in the seat across from Yoongi. He’ll get his little snacks - usually Hello Panda cookies or a protein smoothie - and sit next to Yoongi and read his Fang Fucker comics, which he hides away with custom book covers.

So no, Yoongi doesn’t hate Jungkook. Not at all, really. But Yoongi does hate the way that he spots little vampire fang pins on Jungkook’s bags. Sees that he’s wrapped a red ribbon around one of the straps, smelling faintly of dried blood.

Yoongi ignores the pang of hunger in his stomach as Jungkook returns, settling into his chair as Jungkook tears the corner of the package open with his teeth. He does everything with his fucking teeth, and Yoongi has told him dozens of times that Jungkook is going to damage them.

I have sharp teeth, hyung, was always the response, a secret smile on Jungkook’s face.

Now, Jungkook pulls out his book and cracks the spine, the sound whisper-soft against Yoongi’s sharp hearing. Jungkook slouches in his seat, popping a cookie into his mouth as his eyes become hypnotized on the page, book supported by his knees as he brings his feet on the edge of his chair, curled up.

Yoongi’s stomach turns to acid when he sees the comic panels. A crass, horrendous take on vampires, Fang Fuckers follows the story of two lovers separated by the laws of the supernatural. Belle, a human prone to accidents and drawing the attention of anything with a pulse forever pines after Eddie, a vampire always clad in jeans and who is effortlessly cool.

Glancing at Jungkook’s outfit, Yoongi presses his lips in a firm line. Today, Jungkook is dressed in jeans with the ankles rolled, a pair of dirty high-tops on his feet. His t-shirt is tucked loosely into the waist of his jeans, making Yoongi’s eyes linger far too long on Jungkook’s tapered waist. His tattoos are hidden by the sleeves of a jean jacket, worn and soft with time.

Lately, Jungkook lets his hair grow out. It’s wild and wavy, trimmed somewhere between a mullet and a wolf cut. Just like Eddies, Yoongi notes with an eye twitch. Still, it looks good on Jungkook, the way most things do.

The hair and the outfits aren’t the only thing that Jungkook imitates. Yoongi tries to focus on his own book instead of thinking about Jungkook’s little habits. The way Jungkook tells people he’s allergic to garlic, or how he has taken to walking as quietly around the office as possible. In a way, it’s a little bit amusing to watch Jungkook try to be mysterious and vague about how he spends his weekend.

Just yesterday, Yoongi watched Jungkook flinch at the sun as everyone started walking to their cars after work. It had made him roll his eyes, but it is… sort of cute, this little fascination Jungkook has with the undead. The eternal. The absolutely ridiculous and not-at-all-accurate vampires in his little stories.

But it’s also a little insulting. Especially when Jungkook argues with Taehyung about whether or not a stake would actually work on a vampire, or if vampires can see their reflections in a mirror. Yoongi has heard them whispering, tucked away in Jungkook’s cubicle next to Yoongi’s as they search Reddit threads about the best place to look for vampires.

Taehyung walks into the breakroom. He’s in flowy tan trousers, a white t-shirt tucked in, and a soft-looking cardigan. He’s got multi-layered necklaces around his neck that clink as he goes to the fridge, asking what Jungkook is reading.

Jungkook doesn’t look up when he says, “Spiderman.”

“That’s nice,” Taehyung answers, a smirk evident in his voice. Yoongi knows Spiderman is their code for reading their little vampire porn. “New volume?”

“Uh huh,” Jungkook mumbles around a mouthful of Hello Pandas.

The snap of the cookies in his mouth sets Yoongi on edge. He glares at Jungkook, but the younger boy doesn’t notice, crunching away as he drinks in the colorful pages of his little book. Yoongi's jaw ticks. Jungkook’s brow is pulled together and he chews with a frown, the only sign that Yoongi has that he’s enjoying his snack and reading.

There is a steady rhythm to the sounds of the breakroom. It’s Yoongi's favorite place at work. He’s always the first in, making coffee that fills the space with a slightly burnt smell. Taehyung comes in next, smiling and clothes swishing, always bright-eyed. Jungkook is usually the last in, quiet and avoidant as he snatches banana milk from the fridge and vanishes to his cubicle.

The break room isn’t much. The linoleum is peeling, the fridge hums so loud that Yoongi can hear it at his desk, and there’s always a mysterious puddle by the sink. But his coworkers fill the space with their chatter. It’s where he learns about their lives.

It’s where Yoongi learns that Taehyung loves to listen to jazz, humming Ella Fitzgerald while he uses the microwave. It’s where he learns that Jimin is dating Hoseok from product marketing, the room filled with their secret smiles and innocent hands brushing against one another. It’s where he learns that Jungkook liked to read Fang Fucker. Where he learns that Jungkook, sometimes a little distracted, communicates in soft noises rather than words.

The break room is filled with the drama of coworkers and whispers. It’s full of humanity and Yoongi is well… not.

A sudden hiss catches Yoongi’s attention. He smells the blood before he sees it. Taehyung is reaching for a rag at the counter, lemon left on a cutting board with a scarlet-painted knife. Yoongi works his jaw as he watches Taehyung wrap his hand, iron and salt blooming in the air, heavy on Yoongi’s tongue.

Jungkook goes rigid. Yoongi is distracted for a split second, eyes turning from Taehyung tending to his sliced finger as Jungkook launches upward out of his chair and bolts for the door. Yoongi raises his brow, watching it slam shut beside him as Taehyung looks up at the closed door, then swivels to Yoongi.

“Uhhh, can you get me a bandaid?”

Yoongi nods, glaring at the door as he stands. “Sure.”

If there is one thing Yoongi knows, it’s that he is sick of Jungkook playing the part of a vampire.

The love-hate relationship between work happy hours and Yoongi is a complexity Yoongi has yet to unravel. He likes watching his coworkers unwind, sipping drinks through their little black straws and admitting they hate Jeffery from the data team. He thinks it’s sweet when he sees Hoseok get Jimin flustered by whispering something in his ear - something Yoongi wishes he didn’t hear over the roar of the bar but does.

And yet Yoongi doesn’t like the press of people. Doesn’t like the way the sound of their collective voices buzz through him, or the way that he can feel their pulses throbbing behind thin skin, a hypnotic beat only he can hear and feel. It makes him feel crowded and irritable, but he likes watching the bright, burning flame of vitality and life here.

It makes him feel human again, even if he hasn’t been for a very, very long time.

Taehyung is pressed against the bar, telling Jungkook at hyperspeed how he met the very tall, very broad man next to him, who watches Taehyung with soft eyes and a dimple carving a hollow in his cheek. Namjoon. His name is Namjoon, Yoongi remembers.

Yoongi watches over the rim of his glass, sipping his whisky as Jungkook’s finger traces the drops of condensation on his beer bottle, zigzagging around the label, ignoring Taehyung as he rambles on about Virginia Woolf. The movement catches his eye, and Yoongi focuses first on Jungkook's finger, long and slender. Then the tattoos and swirling ink that vanish under his sleeve, then the veins in his hand, pumping O positive through his body.

Though there is a unique note to each blood type, people smell different too. Taehyung smells like sugar, something light and spun like cotton candy. Namjoon smells like lemon and wax, something Yoongi would maybe find in a bookstore. And Jungkook…. Jungkook smells like honeysuckle, growing strong under a warm sun in the middle of spring.

Yoongi’s mouth waters and he looks away, knocking back the rest of his whiskey and waving the bartender down for another. When he turns back to the conversation, Jungkook is scowling, brows pinched, mouth pouted. “That isn’t all I know about wolves,” he huffs in Taehyung's direction. His hands disappear in his jacket sleeves as he fiddles with the string. “And anyway, what would you know?”

Taehyung gives Jungkook a look. “About the same as you? We read the same comics.”

“Ugh, those aren’t the only source material.”

Yoongi puts together that somehow the topic of Virgina Woolf has led them to wolves and vampires. He fights the urge to roll his eyes, but he squeezes his glass a little tighter. Yoongi looks at Namjoon, hoping that Taehyung’s new boyfriend will help.

Instead, Namjoon sips his gin and tonic and cocks his head. “I’ve seen Tae reading those comics. Do they actually have any relevance to the historical lore of the vampire, or is it made up?”

“Oh a ton of it is deep rooted in historical and scientific studies,” Jungkook answers excitedly. Yoongi groans and Jungkook casts him a dubious look over his shoulder. Yoongi tongues the inside of his cheek and looks away. “The writer did a ton of research.”

Bullshit, Yoongi thinks but doesn’t say it out loud.

Still, Yoongi listens to Jungkook drone on and on about how the pop culture depictions of vampires originate from the stories and myths of small villages in Romania, furthered by Bram Stoker’s Dracula. Now that makes Yoongi grin into his glass a little, agreeing that almost all of the media surrounding vampires rely heavily on European myths and stories.

He watches the way Jungkook speaks, momentarily hypnotized. Jungkook isn’t an eloquent speaker, stopping often to blush and tuck a strand of hair behind his ear or find his words, chewing on his bottom lip. When he gains confidence, he speaks faster, using his hands more as he speaks, looking back and forth between Namjoon and Taehyung who are a loyal, captive audience.

Yoongi softens a little.

At heart, Jungkook is someone who is a bit of a fanatic. It’s harmless for now, Yoongi thinks. He’s always carefully listening to Jungkook, no matter how annoying it gets. Making sure that he can protect him, that he can pick up when Jungkook is in any real danger.

“Historical research suggests that the first coven of Romanian vampires was called the Ouroborus,” Jungkook says. Yoongi goes rigid. Taehyung looks at Yoongi over Jungkook’s shoulder, tilting his head in a question, but the youngest of their group continues on. “That’s where Stoker got Dracula’s name idea from. It comes from the Romanian word dracul which is the devil but really it’s from the Latin draco for dragon. Really silly, because the dragon looks nothing like the serpent, but I think Dracula was a real figure who started the Our-”

“The Ouroborus are not Romanian, nor was that the point of origin.” Yoongi only belatedly realizes he says this out loud as the group turns to him. Jungkook’s flushed lips are parted and his eyes are round. Yoongi hears the way Jungkook’s heart speeds up, and senses his confusion. Yoongi clears his throat and diverts his eyes, shrugging it off. “That symbol means nothing.”

“The Ouroborus symbol is for eternal life,” Jungkook says slowly, still recovering from the fact that Yoongi has bothered to entertain the conversation. Yoongi already regrets speaking up. The room is noisy and his throat burns. He’s a little hungry, and Jungkook, who turns toward him, smells a little too good. “And the confusion between the snake and the dragon makes perfect sense.”

“The Ouroboros is not eternity. It’s life and death.”

Jungkook frowns and sets his beer on the counter. “Hyung, no it’s not.”

“Ah, whatever. It’s fine, forget I said anything.”

“No, hyung. You’re wrong.”

And oh. Yoongi knows that expression that Jungkook is wearing. His jaw is set and sharp, lips pressed in a firm line. Jungkook stares at Yoongi, eyes intense and fist closed on the bar top, pressing into the sticky, lacquered counter. It’s cute when Jungkook looks like this. He’s determined and frustrated, and Yoongi hears the way Jungkook’s pulse begins to rush and sees the way his jaw flexes.

Jungkook has never turned his argument face on Yoongi. There was nothing to ever argue about. Until now, Yoongi has tolerated Jungkook’s vampire fanaticism in silence. And yet the simple mention of Ouroborus has Yoongi on edge.

“It represents infinity,” Jungkook insists. “The eternity of life of a vampire, the never ending cycle of immortality.”

“It’s the never ending cycle of death and life.” Yoongi’s tone is hard. He feels the overwhelming need for Jungkook to get this right. To not look into Ouruborus. To understand. “The Ouroborus originates as far back as Ancient Egypt when the god Ra created the goddess Sekhmet to destroy and punish humanity. She and her followers were immortal - the eternal representation of death and destruction. And when they couldn’t stop, Ra banished them to the darkness, never to walk in the sun again. Her followers took on the snake eating its tail to represent how their existence would always bring death and destruction.”

Jungkook scoffs. “Vampires didn’t originate in Egypt. That’s not right.”

“They didn’t originate from anywhere, Jungkook. They just are. And they’re not all the same creatures, no matter what your little vampire porn book tells you.”

Yoongi regrets the words as soon as they’re out of his mouth. Jungkook recoils like he’s been slapped, his expression slipping from frustrated to hurt.

Sighing, Yoongi reaches for Jungkook. Jungkook shrugs him off and throws cash on the bar before looking at Taehyung and Namjoon who watch in mute horror, bystanders to a car crash they can’t control. “See you guys later.”

Shoving his way through the crowd, Jungkook vanishes. Yoongi can still smell him, though. Can hear the way Jungkook’s heart is racing, can taste the anxiety and anger rolling off of him. Yoongi wants to smack his own head against the countertop.

“Well go after him,” Taehyung says, drawing Yoongi’s attention. Taehyung looks him up and down and laughs a little. “You’re hopeless.”

“What do you mean?”

Taehyung rolls his eyes. “You obviously hate Jungkook’s obsession with vampires for whatever reason, but you’ve spent the last three years at work circulating him like a little satellite. You think I don’t notice you stocking the cabinet with Hello Pandas? Or putting that nasty banana milk in the fridge? You hate it and yet you indulge in him. So go apologize for making fun of him and make out or something.”

“I…” Yoongi trails off and Taehyung smirks.

“You told Jimin to stop talking about his fascination with tarot two days in because it was annoying you. You’ve let Jungkook talk to you and around you about vampires for three years.”

Yoongi scratches the back of his ear. He can’t blush, but if he could, he would be stained pink from his ears to his nose under Taehyung’s accusations. “Ah. Sorry to ruin the night.”

“Go,” Taehyung grins. “And at least make out for a little, watching you pretend not to notice one another during your little reading lunches is exhausting.”

It’s a cool night, silence blanketing the mostly-empty parking lot. The sun has made her final descent and given way to the moon, which slowly climbs into the sky, bracketed by stars. Yoongi sees Jungkook standing near the entrance to the fenced-in parking lot, looking down at his phone as he toes gravel beneath his shoe. Yoongi hears the soft crunch and he sighs.

Jungkook doesn’t hear him coming. He never does, and this time Yoongi doesn’t announce his arrival or make human noises. Instead, he takes a second to drink in Jungkook. Jungkook is bathed in the halo of a streetlamp that buzzes loudly above their heads. It’s still early night, a little bit of color in the sky near the horizon, but Yoongi only has eyes for Jungkook, who sniffs a little and wipes at his face with the back of his sleeve.

An ache fills Yoongi’s chest when he realizes that Jungkook has been crying. Or at least has shed a single tear. He sees Jungkook swallow thickly, Adam’s apple bobbing. He adjusts his backpack, fang and bat pins reflecting in the street lamp.

“I didn’t mean to upset you.”

Jungkook lurches and cries out in alarm, jumping away from Yoongi and whirling around. Yoongi winces when Jungkook stumbles but catches his balance, pulse beating so loudly that Yoongi can’t help but drop his gaze down to where Jungkook’s blood rushes wildly through his jugular, artery pulsing.

“Yeah, well,” Jungkook huffs, scowling. “You did.”

“I know. I’m sorry.”

“Yeah right.” Jungkook turns away and looks at his phone. Yoongi can see him waiting for an Uber.

“Jungkook.”

“I get it,” Jungkook snaps. “You think I’m weird. You don’t like my comics, you don’t like that I find this stuff cool, and you don’t like me. Message received.”

“I never said any of that.”

Jungkook throws a heated glance his way. “Oh, so you do like my comics?”

“No,” Yoongi admits. “Because they’re wrong.” He sees the hurt flicker across Jungkook’s face and Yoongi wants to scream. “I don’t mean wrong because of the sex shit or whatever. I don’t care about that. They’re wrong about vampires. All of it.”

“How would you know?” Jungkook asks the question and Yoongi wants to answer so badly. Wants to blurt it out, wants to admit that he has the stupid answers to Jungkook’s questions. “You don’t know anything about vampires. And then you made fun of me and embarrassed me.”

“You shouldn’t be talking about or looking into Ouroborus.”

“What do you know?”

“I know things.”

“Not about this, you don’t even like vampires.”

“You don’t know what I like.”

“Yeah, because you barely talk to me. We’ve been coworkers for years - sat next to each other for years. I get it, but don’t make fun of the things I like. Don’t talk nonsense just to tease me.”

And oh Yoongi sees it now. Sees the insecurity creep in, sees the boy who thinks that his coworker is taking the thing he loves most and using it as a weapon.

Jungkook seems to fold in on himself, arms hugging around his middle, chin tucking to his neck. He looks so small like this, and Yoongi wants to kick himself. Hasn't Jungkook seen how much Yoongi does like him? Hasn’t he noticed how Yoongi waters the plants on Jungkook’s desk that would have died by now? How he puts his favorite snacks in the break room? How he always makes sure to stay late at the office and walk out together, just to make sure no one hurts Jungkook?

“I wasn’t making fun of you,” Yoongi says gently. “You scared me.”

“I-” Jungkook cuts himself off and tilts his head. His earrings catch the light. Delicate like the careful slope of his mouth, like the soft skin of his neck. “Scared you?”

“Most of your rambling about vampires is annoying,” Yoongi admits and Jungkook scrunches his nose. “But harmless. Not able to hurt anyone. Sometimes you’re right. Sometimes you’re wrong. But then tonight you started talking about Ouroborus, and I don’t even know where you heard of that, but you shouldn’t be looking into it. Into them.”

“There are symbols in my comic book,” Jungkook says slowly. His lips are a little pouted, distracting Yoongi from the dangerous subject matter. “And hints. So I looked it up. They’re like, a vampire coven-”

“They’re a cult.” Yoongi is firm. Clenches and unclenches his fist. “Stop looking them up, Jungkook. They love people like you, hypnotized by the mystery and the thrill. Please.”

“How do you know?” Yoongi knew he would ask. Jungkook shakes his head, earrings clinking together. Down the street, a cat yowls at someone walking by. “I thought you hated my vampire stuff. You always make a face when Tae and I talk about it.”

“I do not.”

“You do.”

“Okay, well I do hate your vampire stuff.”

“Exactly, so why should I take anything you say for fact? I’ve spent hours reading on this stuff-”

“Well I’ve spent two hundred and seven years as a vampire. My anniversary is actually in two weeks.”

Yoongi’s admission hangs heavily between them. Jungkook stares, open mouth. Yoongi suddenly has the very human urge to shift from foot-to-foot. Or to fidget, which isn’t something that he feels often - nervousness isn’t something that he feels often.

Yet he feels it all the time with Jungkook. Feels like squirming in his chair when Jungkook leans on the breakroom table between them, laying his head on his backpack with Fang Fucker tucked in his lap. Feels annoyed when he sees Eddie turning into bats on the pages, misting across panels to save Belle on the other side. Feels fond and happy when Jungkook gets through a presentation without stumbling, especially after Yoongi could hear him practicing in the bathroom all morning.

Jungkook makes Yoongi feel so human. Makes him feel things that he doesn’t need at all, but wants.

“You what?”

The Uber pulls into the parking lot, tires hissing against crackling gravel. Jungkook ignores the car completely, even though Yoongi waves his hand and moves out of the car's way. Headlights flash toward them as Yoongi turns, and Jungkook gasps, leaning backward but not taking a full step.

Yoongi knows what the younger has just seen. A sliver reflection of eyes, flashing in the sudden flooding of light against them. Predator eyes when exposed to light in the dark. Jungkook is squeezing his phone tight in his hands, knuckles white. His heart is racing and he totally ignores it when the driver rolls down the window and asks if he’s Jungkook.

“Prove it,” Jungkook says to Yoongi.

“What? You believe me?”

“Maybe. Prove you’re one and that you’re not just turning this into a joke.” He takes a deep breath. “Prove you’re not making fun of me.”

“I would never-”

“Prove it, Yoongi.”

Yoongi. Not hyung. Yoongi fights a smile at how ferocious Jungkook demands this, hands fisted at his side. Yoongi gestures to the car. “Get in. To wherever you live. I can show you.”

Nodding, Jungkook pops open the door and slides right into the car. Yoongi sighs, looking upward and closing his eyes briefly. Of course Jungkook would get into a car with someone who just told him he was a vampire. Jungkook has no fear of Yoongi, not a single worry in the world. Even as Yoongi slides into the back seat, casting his dark eyes in Jungkook’s direction, there is not a single iota of anxiety in Jungkook’s face or scent.

Just pure, unfettered excitement.

City lights blur by. Yoongi watches Jungkook, flickering shadows and light as they pass by other cars on the road. Jungkook watches Yoongi right back, his dark eyes studying Yoongi as though he could find some sort of visual indicator that Yoongi is the vampire he says he is.

This is dangerous. Yoongi knows that he shouldn’t be indulging. But the crestfallen face Jungkook made when he thought Yoongi was making fun of him and the memory of Jungkook sniffling softly makes Yoongi throw caution to the wind.

Yoongi trusts himself around Jungkook.

They don’t speak until they’re at Jungkook’s apartment and he’s walking over the threshold, flipping on the light. Yoongi remains on the other side of the door and that urge to fidget is back as Yoongi’s anxiety spikes. He doesn’t move, watching as Jungkook holds the door open, his back facing Yoongi.

Idiot, Yoongi thinks, Jungkook not realizing that he has turned his back to a predator.

When Yoongi doesn’t cross, Jungkook looks over his shoulder, head tilted. Puzzled. Yoongi gazes at Jungkook intently, eyes flickering to the floor back up to Jungkook. For a human, Jungkook is perceptive. He tracks Yoongi’s gaze and his mouth forms a soft ‘o’ as he meets Yoongi’s eyes.

“Can you not cross?” Yoongi shakes his head and Jungkook hums, holding the door open wider. “Prove it.”

Yoongi sighs. Lifts his foot and brings it forward, though he already knows what’s going to happen. He meets an invisible barrier, foot stopping in mid air. It feels like kicking a wall, solid and unrelenting. Yoongi puts his foot back down, but Jungkook doesn’t seem satisfied.

Reaching through the door, Jungkook pulls Yoongi by the hand. Yoongi flinches, startled that Jungkook is touching him so freely as he pulls Yoongi’s hand toward the door frame. Jungkook’s hand passes through just fine, but he meets resistance as Yoongi’s hand hits the invisible wall, palm flat and pressing on it.

With a noise somewhere between a gasp and giggle, Jungkook tugs Yoongi’s arm. Yoongi rolls his eyes, but lets Jungkook yank at his jacket sleeve. Nothing he does helps, and Yoongi is stuck with his hand pressed up against the barrier and Jungkook’s long fingers wrapped around his forearms, tugging.

“Wow,” Jungkook whispers. He looks up at Yoongi, stars in his eyes, blush on his face and the most beautiful smile Yoongi has ever seen. “I just have to…?” Yoongi nods, understanding the question. “Come in, hyung.”

Before Yoongi can step through the door, Jungkook tugs Yoongi’s arm. It doesn’t make Yoongi move much. He’s an aged vampire, strong and fast. But it’s cute when Jungkook lets out a squeal as Yoongi steps over the threshold into Jungkook’s home, the door slamming shut behind him.

Jungkook doesn’t bother turning the lights on, getting up close to Yoongi and tilting his head. He’s much taller than Yoongi, though about as broad. This close, Yoongi can hear the blood rushing through Jungkook’s nervous system, a whisper of sound against his hyper-sensitive ears. He can smell Jungkook, sweet and like spring, nearly taste him on his tongue as Jungkook looks at Yoongi’s mouth.

“Fangs?” he asks, because it’s Jungkook. Of course he isn’t afraid that there is an apex predator in his home, that Yoongi could rip him apart and- “Show me.”

Yoongi doesn’t know why he does it. Or maybe he does. Because since Jungkook walked into work three years ago, Yoongi has done nothing but indulge Jungkook in everything. Let’s him ramble about Fang Fucker. Gives him all of his snacks. Let’s Jungkook take Yoongi’s favorite pens that write nice and smooth when Jungkook loses his own pens.

As Yoongi opens his mouth and feels the sharp sting of his fangs gliding through his gums, he realizes that he told Jungkook the truth simply because it’s Jungkook. Because he wanted Jungkook to know. Because it makes Jungkook light up like a solar flare, clapping his hands as he grins at the two, sharpened points that help Yoongi puncture his prey and drink deeply from the artery.

“How do you turn?”

“No.” Jungkook straightens and looks down the wide bridge of his nose at Yoongi, lips downturned. Yoongi’s fangs vanish and he glares. “I’m not telling you that, you’d just try and do it yourself.”

“I’m not suicidal.”

“Who said death was involved? Don’t fish for information, Jungkook.”

The boy at least has the decency to look chagrined. “Fine. I have questions.”

“I’m tired.”

“Do vampires sleep?”

Yoongi pinches the bridge of his nose, realizing he has opened himself to the world’s longest line of questioning. “In a way, yes. Not the way humans do.”

“So like a resting trance.”

“That’s…” Yoongi thinks about when he lays down, settling somewhere between waking dreams and fully functioning. The dreams aren’t like the dreams that he had when he was a human. They’re more like memories, flipping through like a scrapbook as he rests. “Yeah, actually. Pretty accurate.”

Jungkook’s grin is wicked. “Learned that from Fang Fucker. I guess it’s pretty accurate after all, huh?”

“No.”

“Will you fuck me?”

If Yoongi was a creature that relied on breathing to live, the air would leave his lungs. He doesn’t gasp anymore, but he would now if he could, blinking two dark eyes up at Jungkook who is grinning, and who has something sharp and mischievous in his gaze.

“What?”

“I want you to fuck me.”

Yoongi’s gums ache. “You suddenly find out I’m a vampire and want to fuck me?”

“What? Wait!” Jungkook lurches after Yoongi, who turns on his heel toward the door. He only stops because Jungkook asks. It’s like Jungkook’s word is his command, and Yoongi knows that he could leave. Could vanish from the apartment. And yet he doesn’t. “I didn’t mean it that way. I didn’t… no.”

“Then how did you mean it? You’re telling me you would ask that if I wasn’t a vampire?”

“No, but not because I don’t want to.” Yoongi cocks his head and Jungkook’s face flushes. He hides behind both of his hands and lets out an aggravated sound. “Ugh! I just, I got excited and it was the first thing I could think of and yeah, I do want to fuck you because sex with a vampire like - is it like the comic books? I would love to know.”

“Jungkook,” Yoongi says gently, but it goes unheard.

“But that’s totally not why I want to in general, hyung. Taehyung thinks that you have a crush on me, and it made me so nervous at first because I always thought you were so pretty and quiet and maybe a little bit scary, but now I realize that maybe you’re not scary, you’re just a vampire.”

Yoongi says Jungkook’s name again, but the boy is on a roll, ranting into his hands and hiding his embarrassment from Yoongi as best as he can. Yoongi is no longer irritated, though, as Jungkook continues mumbling and smelling like honeysuckle.

“And I totally have a crush on you, which is why when I thought you were making fun of me I got so upset and had to get out of there. I didn’t want you to see me cry even though crying is totally okay, but you’re always so unemotional and I thought it would annoy you more. And then you’re all here like ‘I’m a vampire’ and it fried my brain and I don’t know? We’re in my apartment, so sex seems like-”

“Jungkook.”

Jungkook looks up from where his face is buried in his palms. Eyes wide, innocent. Mouth parted, slick-shined with his spit. Yoongi’s eyes drop to Jungkook’s mouth. Wants to know if he tastes just as sweet as he smells. Wants to know what the shape of his mouth is like, wants to feel the soft and hard lines of Jungkook’s body hiding under the cotton of his shirt.

Yoongi isn’t like Eddie in Fang Fucker, who kept trying to hide from the desire for Belle. Yoongi isn’t scared of himself. He knows what he’s capable of, he is good at control. He’s been alive long enough to have mastered himself, and he isn’t worried about snapping Jungkook’s neck or taking a bite.

So Yoongi doesn’t fight some long-winded internal war. Doesn’t feel guilty when he slides toward Jungkook, letting his feet move him vampire-smooth. Jungkook sucks in a little bit of air. Watches how Yoongi settles up close to him, tilting his head up.

Jungkook’s breath is warm and is as sweet as his blood smells. Jungkook shivers and Yoongi grins. This close, he can ount each and every one of Jungkook’s long, silky soft eyelashes.

“You,” Yoong murmurs, voice low and soft. “Can fuck me, Jungkook. I will be doing none of the work.”

“Really?”

Yoongi looks down at Jungkook’s mouth again and hums, zeroing in on it.

Jungkook wastes no time. Yoongi watches Jungkook close his eyes and lean in. He has a brief second to smile, to lean up into it, pushing onto his tiptoes to meet Jungkook’s eager mouth. Jungkook’s lips are soft soft, tasting faintly like cherry chapstick that he must have applied in the parking lot waiting for his car and a little bit like beer.

Yoongi doesn’t mind, humming delightly as Jungkook pulls Yoongi toward him. Yoongi lets him, Jungkook pressing their waists together as his hands loop around Yoongi’s back, holding him there. Jungkook is a messy kisser, but he’s eager and gentle, tongue licking at the seam of Yoongi’s mouth until Yoongi opens up.

Jungkook brushes his tongue gently across Yoongi’s teeth, feeling for the sharpness of fangs. Yoongi huffs in Jungkook’s mouth, pushing him slightly and making Jungkook stumble a few inches. Jungkook is shadowed in the dark of his living room, eyes half-lidded and mouth shining in Yoongi’s spit.

“I’m not biting you.”

Jungkook grins, his tongue poking through his teeth as he wiggles his eyebrows. “Bet you want to though, huh? Wanna bite me, hyung?”

“I’m not one of your little fictional vampires,” Yoongi assures Jungkook, who pulls at Yoongi’s shirt to bring him closer. Their chests are pressed together, Yoongi looking up as Jungkook bends down to steal another sloppy, open mouth kiss. “I have control and I’m not worried about it.”

“Control, huh?” Jungkook tugs Yoongi's hand. “I bet you have lots of stamina too.”

Yoongi feels like he’s walking on air when he follows Jungkook to his bedroom. He takes in multiple things at once, able to flick his gaze across the room and see all of the details of Jungkook’s life at the same time that Jungkook tugs on Yoongi’s sleeve, making a soft noise that indicates he wants Yoongi to move faster.

Jungkook’s room has a boyish charm. His bed is pressed up against the wall, a single lamp over it with a stack of comics on the nightstand. His sheets smell clean, though vaguely of floral soap. There are comic panels pressed in glass and displayed in wooden frames over the bed: Spiderman, Scarlet Witch, Fang Fuckers.

Near the bathroom, there’s a meticulously organized bookcase, teeming with comic books and actual books. Yoongi sees the names flash by as Jungkook nudges Yoongi toward the bed and huffs when he realizes he can’t simply shove Yoongi onto the mattress. The vampire laughs and sits down as Jungkook sheds his jean jacket, letting it hit the floor.

It pleases Yoongi that Jungkook’s room isn’t messy, though a little disheveled. There seems to be an organized chaos to it, to Jungkook. He likes that, the way that Jungkook is at the nexus of impossible spectrums. LIke now, when Jungkook looks shy and innocent as he drops to his knees in front of Yoongi, looking up at him through dark lashes.

Jungkook’s hair curls so elegantly across his forehead. Yoongi reaches forward, carding his hands through the silk strands. It’s just as soft as he thought and he smiles, leaning down to catch Jungkook’s mouth again, tongues tangled and the wet smack of their kisses sending heat into Yoongi’s stomach, making his cock stir.

Of course Jungkook can get Yoongi semi-hard by just kissing. But what really does it, is when Jungkook breaks from the kiss, a string of spit between them for a moment. Yoongi watches it break before his eyes zero in on Jungkook’s tattooed hands going for the button on Yoongi’s jeans.

“Wanna suck you off,” Jungkook admits, fingers working the zipper. Yoongi leans back on his arms, watching Jungkook with rapt attention.

He is so fucking beautiful. The ink on his arms is exquisite, moving in artistic whorls of mostly black art with some pieces of color splashed in. Yoongi thinks that the pair of them are a lot like Jungkook’s tattoos. Yoongi is the stark, unchanging black and Jungkook is the bright, splatter of color and life.

Yoongi’s hands go to Jungkook’s arms, fingers tracing the color. Jungkook pauses trying to get Yoongi’s pants off, letting Yoongi feel him. Jungkook is so warm, vitality humming in his veins under paper-thin skin. Jungkook ducks forward, pressing a kiss to Yoongi’s wrist, Jungkook’s mouth eager to place butterfly-soft kisses on Yoongi’s skin.

It makes Yoongi smile. He can’t remember the last time he was intimate with someone. It doesn’t matter. He lets Jungkook feel his skin.

“You're warm,” Jungkook notes, turning his attention to tugging on Yoongi’s jeans. Yoongi lifts his hips, helping him pull them down his thighs and knees, fabric scraping. It feels so good, the heat of Jungkook’s hands, the taste of his excitement in the air. “Not cold at all.”

“We live between life and death,” Yoongi sighs, head tilting back as Jungkook rips off Yoongi’s shoes. Jungkook’s sweet scent mixes with the headiness of his arousal. Every inch of Yoongi’s skin is like an exposed wire, especially when Jungkook places open mouth kisses to Yoongi’s thighs, making him twitch. “We are neither entirely dead nor entirely alive. I adapt to the temperature around me.”

“Fascinating,” Jungkook mumbles as his mouth leaves wet stains, inching toward Yoongi’s briefs.

Yoongi is throbbing. He feels light-headed and shaky when he lifts his head. Jungkook is eager between his legs, pressing his palms against Yoongi’s thighs to spread him open more, to give himself more room. Yoongi lets himself be pried open, watches with parted lips as Jungkook dips forward, licking at the damp spot on his briefs.

A curse drips from Yoongi’s mouth and his lids flutter. He’s determined to watch Jungkook, slack-jawed as the shy little Jungkook Yoongi knows is replaced with an eager, hungry thing. Jungkook mouths at Yoongi’s cock over the fabric, making his hips lift from the bed, a moan falling out of his mouth.

Jungkook looks up, mouth wet and eyes sparkling. “You sound pretty.”

“You look pretty.”

Yoongi smiles when Jungkook’s nose and cheeks turn cherry blossom pink. “Are vampires always so nice?”

“No.” Jungkook skims his hand up Yoongi’s thigh, skating over to grip Yoongi firmly, massaging through what suddenly feels like the world's thinnest fabric. Yoongi hisses between his teeth, eyes shutting as Jungkook teases him. “And you don’t want a mean vampire.”

“I don’t,” Jungkook agrees. “I want,” he continues slowly, pulling at the fabric of Yoongi’s briefs. “A sweet, gentle vampire. Who is very quiet and likes to read his books mysteriously. Who secretly does things around the office for everyone and- fuck you have a thick dick.”

Jungkook stumbles on his cute little monologue, making Yoongi laugh. It comes out closer to a growl, startling Jungkook. Yoongi’s cock bobs against his shirt, precum smearing on the dark fabric. The brown tip is aching for Jungkook’s mouth, inches away and panting.

“That was sweet.”

Jungkook looks up at him, fingers digging into Yoongi’s thigh where he holds his legs open. “You’re sweet. You’re nice. And you…” Jungkook turns his face away, trying to hide that he is furiously blushing again. Yoongi can see it though, can make out every single detail on Jungkook’s face and it makes him melt. “Whatever, I’m going to suck your dick now.”

Laughter dies in Yoongi’s throat, replaced by a deep groan that comes rumbling out of him as Jungkook licks the underside of Yoongi’s shaft, tongue flat and eager. Sparks slide up his back as he clutches the sheets. Jungkook mouths up the side of Yoongi’s cock, hand going to grip at the base, tongue laving, hungry, determined.

“Fuck,” Yoongi whispers. Jungkook giggles, pulling Yoongi’s swollen tip toward his mouth. He licks around the head happily, Jungkook nearly humming in delight.

Yoongi’s mind is blank. He watches, entranced and hips squirming as Jungkook takes Yoongi’s cock into his mouth proper, hollowing his cheeks and giving an experimental suck. Yoongi’s hips come off of the bed, and Jungkook whines, retracting his mouth with a wet sound as he blinks up at Yoongi.

“No,” is all he mumbles in Yoongi’s general direction before he’s back on him, taking Yoongi into his mouth and down to the back of his throat. Yoongi doesn’t move his hips, anchored to the spot like Jungkook wants.

“Holy shit!” Yoongi curses.

He can tell Jungkook loves this. His throat twitches around Yoongi and his eyes water, looking up at the vampire as he pulls back a little. His tongue scrapes the sensitive underside of Yoongi’s dick and Yoongi thinks he might come just like this.

Jungkook seems to lose himself in a messy, wet rhythm. He closes his eyes, lashline shining with unshed tears every time the crown of Yoongi’s cock kisses the back of Jungkook’s throat, feels the soft, dewy spot as Jungkook swallows Yoongi deep.

Curses across many languages spill from Yoongi’s lips. He falls backward on the bed, moaning up toward the ceiling. Jungkook is loud, his ravenous mouth stretched tight around Yoongi, drool escaping the sides of taught lips and dripping down to Yoongi’s balls.

“Your fucking mouth,” Yoongi whispers, voice broken as he trembles under Jungkook’s ministrations.

Jungkook pulls off Yoongi with a wet-pop. “Wanna fuck you.” He licks up Yoongi’s precum again. “Can I fuck you, hyung?”

“Yes.”

Yoongi has no reservations. Hei can protect Jungkook, from both Yoongi himself and anything else. There is no fear there, only want. Only desire that has been burning for three fucking years that he sat next to Jungkook, the cute boy who poured over his vampire comics.

The whisper of clothes is loud in the room. Jungkook presses himself against Yoongi, crawls on top of him and cages him in. His mouth is filled with the taste of Yoongi’s precum and his own unique taste, but Yoongi devours him, biting into Jungkook’s bottom lip, pulling back and letting Jungkook grind into him.

Jungkook is warm, like the sun is trapped underneath his skin. Yoongi hasn’t felt the warmth of human skin like this in so long. He leans into Jungkook, hands pressed on the smooth, strong planes of Jungkook’s back as the younger grabs lube from his nightstand and pops the cap open with ease.

Cool, slick fingers prod at Yoongi’s tight rim and he lets out a rumble, drawing innocent eyes toward him. Yoongi grins and nips Jungkook’s mouth, wiggling his hips to chase Jungkook’s hesitant fingers. “Come on,” Yoongi urges, starving for it. Aching to be fucking filled, to have Jungkook closer. “Loosen hyung up.”

Jungkook whimpers, ever eager to follow instruction. He presses a finger in, sinking to the second knuckle and Yoongi sighs, head going slack as he lets Jungkook experiment, sliding his finger in and out gently. It feels good, but Yoongi wants more. Yoongi needs more. Hasn’t had this in years, hasn’t ever had Jungkook.

“More.”

It’s all Jungkook needs, growing confident and gently fucking into Yoongi’s tight walls with a set pace. Yoongi is spiraling. Feels like he can’t catch his breath, though he doesn’t need it. He vibrates at a new frequency as Jungkook slides in another digit, the wet squelch mixing with their moans.

Yoongi pulls Jungkook’s mouth to his, teeth clacking, tongues uncoordinated, noses bumping together as Jungkook stretches Yoongi. It feels good, especially when Jungkook reaches that soft spot in Yoongi, making his stomach lurch and his feet dig into his bed.

“There?”

“There,” Yoongi agrees in high-keen.

Determined, Jungkook gets after it. Busies his mouth with sucking Yoongi’s flesh raw, nipping, licking his way around the expanse of Yoongi’s throat. Jungkook seems to particularly favor the sensitive spot over Yoongi’s jugular and Yoongi laugh-moans when Jungkook’s teeth drag against where Yoongi’s pulse would be.

“Fuck me,” Yoongi begs. “Just fuck me, I’m good.”

“Okay.”

They’re a tangle of slick limbs. Yoongi tastes sweat on Jungkook’s skin, his tongue heavy in his mouth as Jungkook jostles him up his bed, pushing his thighs open, splaying him open butterfly-perfect.

Jungkook’s eyes are soft and curious, looking down at where Yoongi lays marked and messy, pliant for Jungkook, eager hole gaping, cock weeping. Yoongi pulls at Jungkook’s hands. Makes a soft sound. Wants him, begs for him quietly.

With a soft smirk, Jungkook fists his own cock a few times, pumping his thick, long length. Yoongi’s eyes follow the movement, chewing on his bottom lip, waiting and wanting. He knows is going to feel perfect, wants to feel the push and drag-

Jungkook’s tip catches the rim of Yoongi’s ass and he sighs. Digs his fingers into Jungkook’s skin and pulls. He is careful with his pressure, always regulating what he’s doing, never touching Jungkook hard enough to bruise. The smile on Jungkook’s face as he ducks his head to watch his cock sink into the heat of Yoongi is enough for Yoongi to know that Jungkook knows. Knows Yoongi has this under control. Knows that at any moment, Yoongi could take over. Could ruin Jungkook and leave him dripping and broken.

That’s not what Yoongi wants. He wants this. The pressure of Jungkook filling him up, tight squeeze, light burn, walls hugging and fluttering. He feels Jungkook deep, never ending, ceaseless. And then Jungkook’s tapered hips are pressed against Yoongi’s ass, stilling as Yoongi fights around the stretch.

“Come on,” Yoongi pants, a human habit that had slipped in between the distraction of Jungkook splitting him open. “Come on, Kook.”

Yoongi doesn’t know if it’s the way he whispers the plea or if it’s the nickname, but Jungkook sheds his hesitance. He presses Yoongi’s thighs to the mattress, putting his weight into him. It feels good, to have the heavy feeling of Jungkook on top of him, especially when he starts fucking Yoongi in earnest.

The world turns to liquid. At least, that’s how it feels as Yoongi turns molten under Jungkook. The younger fucks Yoongi hard, face fixed in a snarl as he grabs at Yoongi’s thighs, fingers slipping on lube-slick skin. Yoongi’s eyes roll backward, letting Jungkook’s thrust lull him somewhere like a dream.

“Fuck,” Jungkook hisses. “You like being fucked like this, huh? Big dangerous vampire, split open by me, huh?”

“Yes.” It’s a raspy note stuck in Yoongi’s throat, so he nods. Babbles something else. He doesn’t know.

With a huff of laughter, Jungkook pulls out. Yoongi’s eyes fly open, a protest on his lips, ready to snarl that he felt good, that he felt full. Jungkook cuts him off, flipping Yoongi over, handling him as though Jungkook were the predator here.

Before Yoongi can think much, Jungkook is prying his ass cheeks apart, spitting right on his already wet hole. Yoongi keens and Jungkook chuckles behind him, sliding back in and fuck it feels so good.

With a hand grabbing Yoongi’s hips to lift him, Jungkook powers into him, the snap of his hips fast and efficient. The sounds he makes puts Yoongi’s world on a spinning top, going round and round. Jungkook sounds so pretty, whining as he adjusts himself so he’s fucking deeper into Yoongi.

Warmth blooms inside of Yoongi and he lets out a scream. Jungkook hits his prostate head on and it feels like he’s unraveling, pressing his face into the sheets and arching his back. He scrambles backwards, pushing himself onto Jungkook’s cock, desperate for more more more.

Just as Yoongi starts to crest toward the peak of his orgasm, Jungkook shifts again. Yoongi growls and Jungkook ignores it entirely, pulling out of Yoongi with a wet mess and turning him around. He lifts Yoongi easily and the vampire loves it. Loves how Jungkook handles him, instructing Yoongi to loop his legs around his waist. Loves when he holds onto Jungkook’s shoulders, shining with sweat as Jungkook fucks up into him, his hands bounding Yoongi in his lap.

It’s so deep that Yoongi thinks he might die. Perhaps one can kill a vampire after all. It wouldn’t be such a bad way to go, head sinking into Jungkook’s shoulder. The smell of honeysuckle flooding his senses. The feeling of Jungkook fucking him with everything he has. The soft feeling of Jungkook nosing Yoongi’s hair in contrast with the way he slams Yoongi down into his lap.

Overwhelmed, Yoongi comes suddenly. A snarl rips out of him and his fingers tighten a little, but not enough to do more than bruise. Not enough to hurt Jungkook - never hurt Jungkook. He shudders as Jungkook quickens his pace, chases his orgasm, driving Yoongi toward overstimulation.

Yoongi squirms and squeals, fights Jungkook - but not really. Not in any way that tells Jungkook Yoongi is actually trying to get away, because they both know that he can. Jungkook laughs, pinning Yoongi down and sinking deep into the heart of him where he comes with a long groan, face dropping into Yoongi’s neck.

Yoongi feels the rough wetness of Jungkook’s tongue, licking a stripe up his neck. Despite himself, Yoongi laughs and rolls his eyes, feeling alive and brighter than ever.

“Beast,” he jests, slapping Jungkook’s side.

Jungkook sloppily kisses his way to Yoongi’s mouth, letting himself soften inside, not willing to pull out. Their mouths mingled together, not really kissing, not really not kissing. Just tangled tongues, sometimes just mouths pressed against one another.

“So you like being handled, huh?” Jungkook asks, eyes fluttering open. Yoongi looks up at them. This close, he can see all the different shades of brown, layer after layer of shades. “Vampire likes being a pillow princess?”

“And you like being rough and fast,” Yoongi shoots back. “Makes you feel like a predator, huh?”

Jungkook’s nose goes red. Yoongi likes it when Jungkook’s face reddens. So full of blood and life and lust. “A little.”

When Jungkook pulls out, it’s an audible, wet mess. Yoongi feels the spill out of him. Doesn’t care. Likes the debauchery of it. Plus, he’s distracted when Jungkook lays down next to him, head on Yoongi’s chest. He isn’t going anywhere, seeking the comfort of Yoongi’s arm as Jungkook’s heart rate begins to die down.

“So,” Jungkook says airly. “I guess this makes me a fang fucker?”

Yoongi groans. “Not those fucking comic books.”

“I have so many more things I wanna try, hyung.” Jungkook looks up at him, eyes glittering. “Give me ten minutes. I wanna see how long you can ride me.”

Yoongi huffs, but there’s mirth in it.

So Yoongi doesn’t hate Jeon Jungkook at all. Not one little bit.

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Be My Light - Chapter 10: An Act of Trust

*Genre: Mafia, Angst, Slow burn, eventual smut

*Warnings: Mentions of drugs, language, anxiety

Authors Note: How has it been so long? It's been a bit of a tough time but I have returned to my happy place. I hope you enjoy this look into the Magic Shop. I copy and paste the Tag List, so for those who no longer wish to be in it, I completely understand. Please just message me and I'll remove you. For any new interested readers who would like to be apart of the Tag List, same thing. Please just be patient with me. I'm on new any depressants and will be trying my very best to keep up with this. No matter what, I will never stop this fic and I will try my best to make any wait worth it. Feel free to drop a like, comment, or anything. Also posted on AO3 under the same name, Enjoy!

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Chapter 10: An Act of Trust.

This is incredible, you found yourself repeating as you followed Taehyung through the Magic Shop.

The mansion was the prime example of the phrase ‘never judge a book by its cover’. Though, if you were being completely honest, Bangtan had shown many examples of that phrase the more you were around them. Where the outside of the Magic Shop was foreboding, broken, and cold, the inside was warm, modern, and inviting. And so well maintained. For a group of young men, the place was immaculate. You thought back to when Jin and Jungkook had cleaned your apartment on the first night and decided that you really shouldn’t be surprised. As you looked about the passing rooms, they were beautifully decorated in a modern style that really complimented everyone and the structure.

Taehyung had, first, led you down the spiral staircase under the front foyer into what you assumed were the old service areas. Now, it was an expansive garage lined with a vast variety of vehicles. You recognized the truck that Jin had driven you home in, the silver sports car that Taehyung had picked you up in that first day, and the town car that you had just been in. Heuning Kai waved at the two of you from his place by the town car, polishing it to look as new. You looked down the rows in awe. As you took in the fleet of cars, you started to understand that you had vastly underestimated how much money Bangtan must have had. But were all of these bought or were they spoils of the job? Or were some of them stolen? You were really trying not to think so poorly of your hosts, but could it really be helped?

“Nice, huh?” Taehyung crossed his arms with pride as he leaned against a very nice looking black two-door car. He nodded over towards the familiar pickup truck. “That was the first truck we bought back in the early days. We lived off of cheap ramen and stolen veggies, but it was worth it. Jin put a lot of hardware into it over the years. He stayed up a lot of nights reading mechanic books to make it work for us. Now we’re able to hire mechanics who will follow whatever design and dream he can think up to help us. Like bulletproof glass and exteriors, homing beacons, storage and seats that fold down so we can use the space for anything. They, even, have this feature that sends an alert to all of our phones if the vehicle’s ever in an accident so we can get to each other.”

“I suppose Jin thought of everything, didn’t he?”

“Yeah,” Taehyung smiled a huge boxy grin. “Jin-hyung is all about keeping us safe. He’s like the mom of our family. He’s always taken such good care of us.”

As your eyes roamed across the row of vehicles, your eyes caught sight of a sleek, black motorcycle in the farthest corner of the garage. You had always wanted to ride on one ever since one of Amber’s friends came by the hospital to show his new one off. But you had always been too scared to ask to ride along; working in the ER would do that to a person.

“Like that? That’s Jungkookie’s, He always wanted one. And Yoongi-hyung and Jiminie bought it for him as a graduation present to encourage him to finish school. He was so excited when he went to go pick it out. It’s his favorite thing. Seems like you like it too. I’m sure if you ask him, he’d take you on a ride. As long as he doesn’t combust from shyness. I’d suggest you wait until you’ve been around him more before you ask him.”

“Oh no,” you said, turning back towards Tae. “I don’t think that would be very smart. Do you know how many cases in my ER are from motorcycle accidents? I wouldn’t dream of it.” You were sure by the look on Taehyung’s face that he could hear the disappointment in your tone as you tried to fool yourself.

He smiled. “You know that is the same argument that Jin-hyung said when it was brought home. But I know I have a picture of them riding on it together.”

Taehyung, then, led you out of the garage. As you ascended the spiral stairs back into the front foyer, you were taken down the hallway where Namjoon had appeared towards the kitchen. The hallway was lined with what looked like framed family portraits of Bangtan throughout the years. There were some of them all together dressed all nice, and a few of them in random units posed in fun ways. It was interesting to see how they grew and changed over the years. But it was, also, sad to see how young they were. You paused in front of what appeared to be their first family photo. Where the other photos were in suits or business casual attire, their first picture looked as if they had watched too many hip-hop music videos. Dressed in fake basketball jerseys and hats, or in layered phony designer shirts and too much eyeliner, they looks so young and inexperienced. You almost didn’t recognize Namjoon with his crazy hair and dark glasses, or Jimin with his very tanned skin and shaggy black hair. And Jungkook looked like he had barely started puberty with his round doe-eyes. It really made you wonder what could cause such young kids to turn to gang life. Yoongi and Namjoon you understood since Yoongi had explained his side to you. But were all their stories the same? You had to figure out how to ask them.

The kitchen looked like it belonged to a showroom with top-of-the-line appliances set against stunning marble counter tops. You imagined this is what a world class chef would want. It was beyond clean and spacious with a large capacity refrigerator and freezer, a fully stocked wine cabinet that almost reached the ceiling, a huge stove and dual ovens, and a large island that could be used for anything. Off the main part, set against a large set of windows that overlooked a courtyard in the middle of the Magic Shop, was a cozy breakfast nook and a fully stocked coffee bar that could meet the needs of the pickiest of coffee drinkers. There were a few different machines for different types of coffee, syrups, stirrers, and different sugars. The enticing smell of whatever Namjoon had made still permeated the room.

The only thing that was missing was the staff to man such a space. Perhaps they had the morning off?

Taehyung opened up the fully stocked cabinets, pantry, and fridge to show off their contents and told you to that you would help yourself to anything whenever you wanted.

“We always make extra so you can have whatever. Or, if you would rather cook something for yourself, by all means. But since one of us will be with you, we may offer to do it.”

“You all cook?” You remembered the amount of food Jin had ordered the first night for you and figured that’s what they did regularly.

“Some of us do,” he remarked with a shrug. “Namjoon-hyung can only really make coffee. And my skills are a bit limited. But the others are really good at it. We always leave leftovers if we are out late on missions for the other. We try to have family dinner when we are all together. And we talked about letting you come too, since you’ll be here for a while. If you want, that is. But trust me, you’re gonna want to.”

“So, you make your own food? I would expect a place like this would come with a fleet of cooks since you all would be…busy.”

Taehyung laughed. “You would think so. But we are pretty self-sufficient. Other than our hired Army, we don’t really have a staff full time. I mean, there are two mechanics that come to tune up the cars every month, a couple ladies who come in to do a deep clean every three months or so, and Jin brings in a couple helpers once in a while when he’s stuck in whatever he’s working on. But that’s only a very few very trusted people. They’re all older locals though who we’ve helped over the years, so we know they won’t betray us. It’s just safer if we keep it low. When we bring in new people, it’s blind like how we did with you. Not that we don’t trust you. I mean…” Taehyung started trying to figure out how to better explain it.

“It’s alright. I understand. I am a stranger to you guys. Despite how many card games I’ve beat you at or coffee dates you take me on.” You smiled as your little joke seemed to ease the tension. “It makes sense really. It’s better to be cautious. If anything happens to me, I wouldn’t be able to say anything even if I could.”

“Hey,” Tae brought his hand to your shoulder, face very serious, “nothing is going to hurt you here. I trust you. Call it my superpower, but I can read people really well. All the years on the street do that to a person. You are a good person. Otherwise, we would have blindfolded you before you stepped out of the car. Everyone agreed to welcome you in our home not just because of all you’ve done for Hyung. We could have just set you up in a safe house if I thought you were up to something.”

You were sure he was being genuine with you. He did seem like he was going very beyond the bare minimum he needed to do had it been some other person. You knew he was trying to make you feel safe and comfortable in this whole situation. They were doing so much for you, you just needed to allow yourself to relax and not think about all the other things. You tried to ignore the dark cloud that kept coming up the second you started to forget their profession and focus on the person.

From the kitchen, you were lead to the outside courtyard. It must have been intended to be a beautiful event space in its conception. There were moss covered statues, an elegant fountain surrounded by ivy covered iron benches, and beautiful plants that brought so much color to the space. Above, there was a façade that looked like a tapered roof covered in ripped tarps that Tae explained let in a lot of light and rain but kept anyone or thing from seeing inside. Bangtan had really thought of everything to keep the Magic Shop secret. Across the courtyard and through another door, you were shown an impressive gym with an attached studio that Taehyung explained was used for combat training, dance practice, or anything they wanted. Next to that was a shower, steam room, and a large indoor swimming pool. All of which was fair game for you to use if you wanted to.

After that, the excited man showed you what he deemed ‘the living space’. Up the stairs to the second floor, there was a massive formal dining room, a small library that you really wanted to explore, a small infirmary, a game room, and some office used for whatever they wanted to work on privately. He pointed to another staircase and mentioned that some of their bedrooms were up on the third floor and so were Namjoon’s and Yoongi’s personal workspaces. Jin’s workspace was in the basement, while Jungkook’s room and personal gaming room was on the attic floor with Taehyung’s art studio. There was so much space in this house that you began to wonder if there was a map so you wouldn’t get lost. Before you could try to remember how to get back to the last room, you found yourself in an expansive living room. You figured this may be where you’d be spending a majority of your time. The room was open design with a massive L-shaped couch that seemed like it could fit more than seven, sleek coffee tables, two elegant armchairs with oversized ottomans, and a few beanbag chairs stacked in a corner. Mounted to the wall was a huge flat screen television and on either side of it where towering shelves full of movies, tv series, music, and video games to last a lifetime. There were multiple gaming consoles stacked neatly on top. And on the far wall, there was a small mini fridge, a cupboard with snacks, and a small bar. It was homely and comfortable.

“We spend a lot of our down time together in here,” Taehyung said, smiling at your awed expression. “It’s probably one of my favorite rooms, besides my bedroom.”

“I can see why. It has pretty much everything in here. It’s bigger than my apartment. Well, this house is so large it’s a wonder how you can find anyone in here. I still haven’t seen Jimin, Jungkook, or Jin. I feel like I could walk right past them in here and never know it.”

“Well, Jin is on the basement level working on something. We won’t need to go down there. There is nothing there that’d interest you. Honestly, it’s a bit more confusing to get down there anyway so just try to stay on the first two floors. But. he’ll come up for lunch in a while. Since I didn’t see Jungkook in here or the gym, my guess is that he is probably still in his room. He was up late last night playing video games and is most likely still sleeping. But if ever in doubt, always start looking for him in the gym or where his games are. As for Jimin, I’m not sure where he is. He was excited for you to come to the Magic Shop. I thought he would meet us in the front or outside. That was his plan anyway. Something might have come up. I’m sure we’ll see him at lunch. Oh yeah, there’s someone else I want you to meet. Now, where is he?”

Suddenly, while you were distracted by some of the framed, less staged photos on the wall, something small and fuzzy ran across your foot. You shrieked and it took everything in your body to keep from kicking at whatever it was as you fell back into one of the armchairs. Taehyung let out a loud laugh that filled the space and had him holding his sides.

“Tannie! There’s my baby boy.” You turned over the chair to watch him stoop over and pick up a small black and brown Pomeranian puppy. The puppy yipped happily and gave his owner sloppy kisses that Tae returned. “I was wondering where you had gotten off too. Such a silly boy. You shouldn’t scare our guest like that. She’s a nice girl, the one I told you about. Say you’re sorry.”

The puppy let out a big yawn. You weren’t sure if that was the apology Taehyung was expecting.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to react like that. I’ve been a bit jumpier than usual. I wasn’t expecting such a tiny thing to come running at me. You guys never mentioned that you had a dog.”

“I didn’t? That doesn’t sound like me. I could have sworn I had talked about him a few times back in the hospital.” If you were honest, he might have. But there were plenty of times when you were fighting your many battles about trusting them that you tuned out most of the conversations. “This is Yeontan. He’s only eight months old. You don’t mind dogs, do you?”

“No, I like all animals. He’s very cute,” you pushed off from the chair and stepped a bit closer. When Taehyung held the small dog out to you, you reached over and lightly scratched him behind his fuzzy ear. Yeontan let out a happy noise and licked your hand. You laugh a bit. “He’s so sweet. But I’ll be honest. I would never have suspected someone like you to have such a tiny dog.”

“Oh, sure. I get that. Jungkookie keeps saying we should get a Doberman as a guard dog. That would definitely fit our image better. But I could never replace Tannie. He’s all mine.” Taehyung hugged the puppy close, and it warmed your heart. “I’ve always wanted a little dog ever since I was a kid. But a bad home life made it difficult. But all the guys pulled together and helped me get this little guy as a present. And I sold a few pieces in order to save up for classes so I could better take care of him. I wanted to be the best owner for him.”

The way that Taehyung spoke and interacted with the dog was such a juxtaposition to the wicked mafia persona you had figured hid beneath. It was so cute that you could only wonder if someone would ever treat you with the same amount of affection. Had you not known about that side of his life, you’d swear he was just this lovable guy with a large heart. Though, something he had said gave you pause.

“Save up? I feel like you all have more money than I can even imagine. I mean,” you made a grand gesture to the room, “why would you need to save up for anything?”

“I’m sure it seems that way. Sure, we’re pretty well off. But when we first started, we were so poor, we didn’t have enough money to eat. We stole from the gas station just to eat once a day. And when we started out, we were nobodies, so it wasn’t like we were making anything. Whatever we did earn from gang activities went to important things like medicine and renting a room for the night, so we didn’t have to sleep on the street. Then, it went towards necessities, like weapons for protection or clothes so we wouldn’t freeze in the winter. Or bail when we got caught by the police. So, to ensure we would be able to make it and not be picked off by the other gangs, we got day jobs. Namjoon worked the gas station we stole from to make it up to the old man who owned it, Yoongi-hyung was a delivery boy, and Hobi-hyung and Jimin worked at a dance studio. Kookie and I found ways to help. The only one who had any money was Jin-hyung. His family was loaded. When I first met Jin-hyung, before I met the others, he was a student, and I was a street kid just trying not to go home. I saw him at a bus stop I used to tag all the time. He said my work was cool and just like a puppy, I started hanging around him. He fed me and even tried to teach me what he was learning since I dropped out. Then we met the others and Jin-hyung was using his money to help us. But when his father learned who he was hanging around, he cut him off. Until he was able to black mail his father.”

“But,” Taehyung continued, seeing how off topic he was getting, “the point was, we always had other ways to get money that weren’t gang related. Even now, as big as we are, we still have little side jobs we do. It breaks up the monotony and gives us a little bit of an escape. What we earn from gang activities belongs to Bangtan; the upkeep of the house, paying Army, hospital bills, and our equipment. Anything we earn from our side hustle is ours for our own pleasure. That dance studio that Jimin and Hobi-hyung worked at, they now own. Jungkookie competes in videogame competitions and films himself playing games on the internet. Jin continues his family business, without his actual family. And Namjoon-hyung and Yoongi-hyung did music underground back in the day before all the gang stuff, and they still do. They write and produce demos and sell them. You’ve probably heard a few of their stuff. And we all help them sometimes. We joke that if we weren’t in this line of work, we’d probably be a world-renowned band. Funny huh?”

Wow, you thought as you tried to process what he had just told you. There is so much more to these guys than I thought. How can they be this down to earth?

“And what do you do?”

“I told you that I used to be a street artist, right? Nothing too special; just tagging and doing funny graffiti. But the others really inspired me to keep going. Hell, Namjoon got arrested with me when I was attempting to improve some offensive street art someone left outside one of our favorite places just because he wanted to see me improve myself. Now, I’ve moved to a bunch of different mediums; I’ve tried charcoal, photography, drawing, and painting. I took all of those pictures,” he said pointing to the walls. “It’s pretty easy to find a muse when you have a great support system. Here let me show you some of my pieces.” He took your hand and led you out of the living room with a bounce in his step.

He took you up the stairs and to his art room. You were fairly positive that this was not supposed to be part of the tour since this was where their more private spaces were. But the look on Tae’s face when he showed you his art room was enough to show you that he was very excited to show off his work to you. The room had hardwood floors and walls covered with different sizes of framed pictures of different famous artists that he admired. The room was loaded with supplies like stacks of canvases, drawing supplies and paints, different cameras, and drop clothes to protect the floor. There was a small couch and chairs that you recognized from some of the family portraits. He went over to a desk and grabbed a book. It was labeled Vante, which you remember used to be his street artist name before he shortened it to V for his gang related work. He flipped through the book and handed it to you when he found what he was looking for. There were pictures of different art pieces he had made. Each page had photos of the progression and the finished product with handwritten notes next to it as to when it was sold and for how much. The numbers made your eyes widen. There were things that you would expect to see in a museum. You were speech-less.

He grabbed your hand once again and led you out of the studio and into the hallway. There were some more pieces hanging throughout the hallways, those he wouldn’t part with. There was one that was so breathtaking; it was a black and gray background, with a single light source from up center. In the center of the spotlight was a dancer clad in white, whose body was carved through shadows and face shown pale in the light, eyes closed in a serene way as if he was lost in the music you couldn’t hear. His arm was extended up to the light like a ballet dancer, so graceful. His hair, a steely blue, and the gathering shadows accentuate his sharp yet delicate features. And the more you looked at it, the more you began to realize that you had seen this person before.

It was Jimin.

As you were led to more art pieces, you started to realize that Taehyung had used Bangtan in many of them. They were breath taking. Not only were they all so good-looking, but the way Taehyung painted or photographed them made them look otherworldly. Near the end of a staircase that would lead to the top floor back to the floor some of their bedrooms could be found on, you found yourself stopped in front of what you came to realize was your favorite. It was a black and white photo made to look like a painting. There were seven people in front of a white background that looked like hands reaching out for each other. Five of the seven were leaning on each other, hunched over in a dramatic way. In the center were the final two, both with their arm up, one reaching for the sky and the other grasping the first wrist afraid to slip and let go. It was so simple yet complex, so artistic. You weren’t sure how long you were staring at it until Taehyung’s voice cut through your thoughts.

“I was commissioned to make this for someone. But when it was done, I couldn’t part with it. The others loved it too. They hated that I was supposed to sell it to someone who wouldn’t understand it. So, Yoongi-hyung paid the commissioner for it, three times what he was going to pay me for it. Said he didn’t care how much the man wanted for it. It meant so much to us that it was priceless. Yoongi-hyung says it’s his favorite. I think it’s yours too.”

“It’s so beautiful. You are truly an amazing artist.”

“I have some great muses.”

Taehyung and you stood there in silence a bit more before the silence was broken by someone coming out of one of the rooms. It was Hoseok. He looked a bit disheveled and breathless as if he had just run a mile, hair no longer sleek and tidy. He closed the door softly and turned with a grin, licking his lips in some sort of victory. He clapped his hands together and started down the hall with a hop in his step.

He froze when he saw the two of you looking at him. “Umm...” he started nervously, “what are you two doing up here?”

Oh right, I’m probably not meant to be up here. That’s why he’s confused. You turned your eyes back to the floor and your shoulders started to hunch. You didn’t want to intrude on their space. You were just following Taehyung and thought it was okay. But it would seem like not everyone was alright with his idea.

Tae noticed the change in your posture and was having none of that, especially after he worked so hard to get you out of your shell to begin with. “I told you I was going to show her around the house. I was showing Y/N some of my artwork in my studio and figured I would show off the good ones. She really likes this one. I can’t say I blame her.”

Hobi looked over at the painting. “Oh yeah, it is pretty. But don’t you have a copy of it in your phone you could have shown her? I thought we were just gonna keep it to the ground floors until Namjoon-.”

“I’m sorry,” you said, arms wrapping around yourself in a nervous way. “I’m not trying to intrude. I wouldn’t have come up here unless Taehyung had brought me.”

Hoseok noticed the way your hand clenched at your clothes and how you didn’t look at him in the face. And suddenly, he felt bad. “Shit, I didn’t mean it like that. I was just surprised. We normally don’t have people up here. I wasn’t expecting you. I don’t care if you come up here. Just as long as you don’t go into any rooms without permission.”

“Well, of course she won’t, hyung. You see how nervous she is just at the thought of intruding. I just didn’t want her sitting in one room all day. Jeez, she’ll probably be hanging on the first two floors anyways. That’s where all the fun is.”

Hobi threw his hands up in defeat. “Alright, Taehyungie, I get it. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean anything by it. Y/N, I’m sorry. I was just surprised. It’s been a long morning.” You nodded your head in confirmation.

“Now to a better point. What were you doing?” Taehyung fixed his hyung with an accusing look and a smirk from behind you. As if I can’t guess.

Hobi frowned back at Taehyung before pushing his hand through his hair to tidy himself back up. “I was making sure Hyung went to rest and not back to work. You know how Yoongi-hyung can be when he’s away from his screens. He took some convincing but he’s asleep now in his room. And I,” he fished a key from the pocket of his jeans, “stole the key to the Genius Lab so he won’t be tempted to sneak in and work. He should be out for a few hours. He may skip lunch for now, but I’ll make sure he eats before he needs to have his next dosage for you.” He smiled brightly at you. “So, what do you think of the Magic Shop?”

“It’s incredible. You guys must have really worked hard to make it so beautiful.”

“Yeah, it took a few years to get right. But it’s been such a great sanctuary for us. Tell you what, I need to go into town for a bit. I’m sure Taehyung has told you about the dance studio if he’s showing off all his side work. I need to pick up Jimin. He apparently was called in this morning to help with some minor things but he’s not feeling too well to drive back alone. But when I get home, I’ll show you something we’ve been working on with the kids in our class. It’s really fun. Then we can all have lunch.” Hobi moved past you two, making sure to greet Tannie with a series of silly voices and pets.

Taehyung gave his hyung a confused look. “Is Minnie okay?”

“Yeah, he’s fine. It’s just about the end of the month. I’m sure he’s gonna try to push it off again.” Realization dawned on Taehyung and he smacked his head for overlooking it with everything going on. You didn’t ask what they meant since it really wasn’t your business. Perhaps it was just some stress related thing that focused on his time of the month. You were sure with everything going on, Bangtan must push themselves too far and that leads to poor health. If Jimin was sick, you would be happy to check him out since you were there to be an in-home care. It would give you something else to focus on. The two said goodbye and Hobi dashed down the stairs.

“Come on, let’s take Tannie out in the courtyard and I’ll show you some more of pieces on the way.

You happily followed him, chasing after the positive feeling you had earlier. Your anxieties had been growing more difficult to contain. It must be because you weren’t taking your medicine. You were hoping Dr. Na would have been helpful in finding out what it was so you could get back on track. But with everything that happened back at the hospital, you hadn’t been so lucky. You didn’t even turn in the script he had given you for a mild antianxiety medication to take in its place because you were still so mad at him and hurt. And yet, here you were with the people who ruined him for you, acting like they were your friend. All these feelings and emotions were confusing.

As you arrived back on the second floor and at the landing of the familiar staircase, you both could hear someone walking around, pacing by the sounds of it. At first, you thought it was Hoseok again, but Namjoon’s voice could be heard just a harsh whisper. Whoever he was talking to, he was not happy about something.

“I can’t believe you are trying to blow me off right now. How is that fair? My family needs security. Didn’t you say it would only take you a few hours? I know I got the dates mixed up but that shouldn’t matter to you. If you haven’t noticed, my family’s been in a bit of chaos recently and you were supposed to help ease some of my tension with information. At least tell me what you do have. What do you mean you aren’t done with your initial check? Why isn’t it done? I’m sure you’re busy, but you owe me!” The closer the two of you got to the stairs, the more you could pick up the frustration in Namjoon’s voice. He walked from a hallway near the bottom of the stairs, phone raised to his ear. He had changed from his morning clothes into a pair of jeans and a blue sweater, something more presentable. He didn’t seem aware of the two of you, so engrossed with his conversation. His eyes were narrow behind his glasses. He was agitated in a way you hadn’t seen since he saved you from Choi the first time. And you were not a fan of seeing him angry. “You said you’d come today and now you’re flaking out on me when I need you? That’s really great, Jackson. No, I am not overreacting. I trusted my gut to a point, but I need hard facts here. I needed them yesterday. Just go with it? Jackson, they’re in my house now, and you’re telling me to go with it?! No, two days is not okay! Don’t make me chase you down, you son of a bitch.” He let out a growl that didn’t fit with his current image. Taehyung didn’t like how mad his leader was getting. The younger knew full well what Namjoon was so angry about and he wished he hadn’t used a flighty character like Jackson to do something Tae could have easily done. But he knew that Namjoon needed an outsider’s opinion. “Fucking fine, how long? You better be here in two days or so help me…,” he let the person on the other end of the phone fill in the blank before he ended the call with a huff.

Taehyung took the opportunity to clear his throat to announce your presence, which startled Joon more than he would have liked. It took him a second before he let his emotions slip back behind the mask of a calm leader you had come to expect. You were aware that Tae was standing closer to you than before, like he was securing your place next to him.

“Everything ok, hyung?”

“Yeah, sorry, didn’t see you there. How much did you hear?”

“Just you getting mad. But don’t worry, it’s all good.” You gather that Taehyung knew exactly what Namjoon was wanting from this Jackson person but didn’t want to explain it to you. He grabbed your hand with his free one and pulled you down the stairs. “Y/N got to meet Tannie. We know how much he doesn’t like new people and, guess what, he likes her. How great is that? He never likes people other than you guys so quickly. He must know she’s a good person.”

You weren’t sure what else that was supposed mean, but it made the wheels in Namjoon’s head start to turn. Was that conversation about you? Did he not trust you in his home? Then why had they discussed bringing you here? He had hesitated back when Taehyung had mentioned showing you around the house. You knew they wanted to be careful, but wasn’t it their idea to bring you in? Why would he be so concerned now? You remember that he was supposed to talk to you about it before bringing you here but had forgotten. Was it more than just easing you into this that he wanted to talk about? Maybe this was a mistake? Or were you just overthinking things again?

“Well, I’m taking Y/N to the courtyard. Don’t let Jackson mess you up. You’re smarter than him anyways. I’m sure you’ll figure it out.”

You started to follow Taehyung back down the hall. As you passed, you could tell that Namjoon was struggling with something. If it was about you, you wanted to tell him that you would do whatever made them more comfortable, even if that meant staying in one place like you wanted to with Hoseok. But Taehyung took your hand again and gave it a squeeze, like he knew you were overthinking things again. “Wait a second,” Namjoon said, voice sounding like he had come to a firm decision.

The two of you stopped and looked back at Bangtan’s leader. He took a deep breath. “Y/N, I’m glad you’re here. And I mean it when I say welcome to our home. This is a bit new for us but considering the circumstances, this is the best option. Jin and I had been talking before about what happens when you come here, and both agree that we want you to be comfortable and not worried about anything. So, that being said, we came to an agreement about something very important. And I’ll let you decide what happens here. I know you said you want us to keep the darker side of our work away from you, and we have tried to respect that as much as possible. Being in our home may make that a bit more challenging. But we are still willing to do that if you want us to. But if you want, this may make being here a whole lot easier and may clear up some of those hesitations about us you may have,”

You were willing to listen to what he had to say. “What is it?”

“Yeah, hyung,” Taehyung said, tentatively, unsure of where this was going. “What do you mean? I don’t think we’ve talked about whatever this is.”

“We haven’t Tae. But Jin-hyung and I talked about it before and based on some gut feelings, this may be for the best for everyone. But it ultimately falls on Y/N to decide. Jin would like to say ‘hello’ to you. He’s in his lab.”

“Lab?” You had heard them mention a lab many times but you didn’t think that’s what it was. But by the way that Taehyung reacted to and, and how he had mentioned how you wouldn’t want to go down there, made you realize this was more than that.

“Namjoon-hyung, are you sure about that?”

He waved Taehyung off. “Like I said, this may make things for you much easier to understand and take some fear of us away. But if you prefer, we can just ignore it fully. But if you are willing, Jin-hyung would like to show you something in his lab. Jin-hyung does a lot of research and is working on something very important that may change how you see us. But it’s important. But if you don’t want to, I’ll understand, and we’ll keep pretending like nothing has changed. I give you control.”

You hadn’t had much control over the life you could remember. Leaving your ex and choosing to help Bangtan was really the first taste of control you had, and it was still scary. Maybe being in the dark was a good option. But them allowing you to have a say really meant a lot to you. The fear of what you would find out started to be outweighed by the prospect of clarity. But what if they were wrong? Was it better to stay in the dark? You started to wring your hands together. You had already started to change your view of them since Yoongi had talked about his past and Taehyung had showed you things you would have never thought you’d come to see from them. Was that enough to trust that Namjoon was doing what he thought was best? Looking into his eyes, you saw only patience as he allowed you time to process all the thoughts and feelings.

You took a deep breath. “I hope this goes the way you planned.”

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As you followed in step behind Namjoon and Taehyung, with Yeontan held comfortably in the younger’s hand, in a darkened tunnel, you were really hoping that this would go the way Namjoon had hoped. They had taken you from the front foyer where you had started and down the same hall that led to the kitchen. You had been so had been so distracted by the pictures on the wall that you hadn’t noticed that there was an arched door to the left just before you reached the end of the hall. Namjoon pressed his thumb against a scanner on the doorknob and the sound of multiple heavy locks snapped open echoed against the walls. The door swung open to a granite stairway that was dimly lit. Namjoon had explained that this used to take guests down to the old train platform before they renovated it. When they had first taken residence, it had been so ill-kempt and dilapidated that they worried the tunnels would collapse. Most of the platforms and tunnels had been sealed and closed off. And a few that were in good condition were converted into something useful. But the biggest had been designated as Jin’s personal work area. At the bottom of the staircase, you could see the old remnants of the old train tunnels and platforms. The tunnel was dimly lit but you could still see the curve of the arched ceiling, the old support beams, the drop off from the platform to the old rail ways. Claustrophobia started to tighten its fingers around your throat, and your fingers tightened around the strap of your bag in some way to ground yourself. You were sure that anyone who had stumbled into here would have found it abandoned and unsafe. Which, in hindsight, was probably what Bangtan wanted. But you reminded yourself that they wouldn’t put you in danger. And this was supposed to help you.

Ahead of you, Taehyung and Namjoon were whispering to each other. You were trying not to eavesdrop, but you did catch that Tae seemed worried about this plan. At least he was trying to keep his promise to you and keep you away from things like this. You really did appreciate that and found yourself believing that he really was your friend here. This was a very big deviation from the plan that the two of you had agreed upon a few weeks ago. But something in the way that you caught Namjoon’s plea for the younger to trust him made you want to believe that this was to make everything better. You understood that this was a very big step for them and something that would probably never be taken into consideration. So, this had mean more than you anticipated. You didn’t want to try to imagine what you were being led to. Could it be a scare tactic to make sure you didn’t talk, or something to bribe you? Neither of those fit with the way that Namjoon had presented the option to come down here and you wanted to believe that Taehyung wouldn’t allow it. You took a deep breath to try to refocus your mind on anything else.

After a bit, as you started to wonder if there was ever an end to this dark tunnel, you could just make out the bricked-up wall that blocked the rest of the way. It was a dead-end, complete with road blockers covered in an inch of dust, caution tape that looked ancient, and crumbling stones. Another façade. Namjoon reached out to one of the broken bricks and pulled it down like it was a lever, which it was, as a door clicked. The door of bricks slid open like some secret passageway in a spy movie revealing a thick wall of steel and a flood of bright light illuminated your shocked face.

You felt like Alice after she fell down the rabbit hole as you stepped from the dark granite onto sterile white tile. How could you still be in the same place? Taehyung had called it a basement workshop and Namjoon had called it a lab, but this was beyond what you could have imagined based on those descriptions. It was like you had stepped into some blockbuster superhero’s hideaway. The lab was large, larger than the pharmaceutical one at Mercy. There seemed to be sections where different projects were being handled. Stainless steel tables were covered with different lab equipment that looked familiar, vials filled with many different liquids and powders, microscopes of varying sizes and usages, chemical analyzers, and centrifuges of the highest quality. On a wall, there were many canisters of different drugs based on the labels you could make out, many of them you had used in the hospital. Two people in white lab coats were noting some results of something in a petri dish that you were sure you didn’t want to know what it was. Looking behind the amount of lab equipment, there was a small medical area that looked like a walk-in clinic you had visited once before coming to Central. There was an exam table, stretcher, enough emergency medical supplies that made you feel like you were back in the ER. If they had all of this at their disposal, they surely didn’t really need you around. You remembered Jin had once mentioned he had medical training and took care of the others, but you assumed it was first aid training and not actual medical training.

On the other side of the room, as clean and as well organized as the lab and medical area, was another workshop that was dedicated to all sorts of different tools and weapons of their trade. There were blueprints for a variety of items pinned to a board with notes and arrows all around them. There were multiple wide touch screens with information and numbers, molds and mockups, knives, guns, and other weapons in different ranges of finishes. You could see three or four dummies that looked as if they had been very well used. One had a vest on with bullet holes in it, another had slashes and stab marks that you dared not think about. Further back, there was what appeared to be a small shooting target lined with thick glass that you assumed was bulletproof to protect the workers. There was another person in a white lab coat and goggles who was working intently on piecing together a handgun. And in the very center of the room, sat a huge computer with four different large, active screens, was Jin. He was dressed sharply, as he always was, complete with a stark white lab coat. A pair of round silver glasses slid down his nose as he scribbled something on a notepad while looked at something dissolving in a yellow liquid. He looked like some handsome yet mad scientist at work. The glow of the screens cast a pale pallor on his skin and you could see a tiredness on his drawn features. Whatever he was working on, he must have been at it for a while, or was stressing him out a bit.

“Did I somehow stumble into the Batcave?”

“Feels like that sometimes. Jin-hyung’s like the Korean Bruce Wayne isn’t he,” Taehyung laughed.

“I think he’d prefer Tony Stark,” Namjoon remarked.

“Aren’t they the same thing,” you asked.

“I’ll ignore that since you’re cute, Darling,” Jin called out, never looking from the liquid in the beaker in his hand. “But there is a preferrable difference.”

Yeontan started squirming in Taehyung’s arms until he was placed on the tile and ran to Jin’s side. The tiny puppy jumped, trying to climb up into his lap, crying out for more attention.

“Aish,” Jin exclaimed, dropping the beaker on the table, thankfully not breaking. “Taehyung why is Yeontan in my lab?! We talked about this.”

“But he missed his Uncle Jin so much,” Taehyung smirked.

Jin rolled his eyes as he scooped up the puppy and made his way over to the three of you. He handed the puppy back to Taehyung after scratching the pup’s tiny head. “Just keep an eye on him. I don’t want to think of what he could get into.” He turned his attention to you, flashing you a warm smile. “Welcome to my lab, Y/N. I’m so glad you decided to join us down here. I promise that you won’t regret it. I was hoping to meet you when you first got here but I’ve been quite busy. I trust Taehyung has shown you the house. Though,” he fixed the younger with a sideways glance, “I see he didn’t show you where to put your stuff down and has made you carry it all this way. I know I have taught you better manners than that.”

“No, he’s been such a good host. I just never set it down. Actually, it’s been nice to hang onto,” you explained, saving Taehyung from whatever tongue lashing he was about to receive. “It gives my nervous hands something to do.”

“Ah, well, we do know a bit about anxiety and habits here. Do whatever you need to feel comfortable.” He dusted off his hands and slipped his glasses into the top pocket of his lab coat.

Up close, Jin looked just as amazing as always. Your hands tightened around the strap of your bag again, just to keep from getting overwhelmed. This was going to be a normal occurrence if they were all going to be here with you. His pink hair was combed back from his face as if he had ran his fingers through it many times while working. He was wearing a white button up shirt with a grey sweater vest, dark trousers, and polished shoes. Somehow, he always looked like he was modeling for something. Though, you did notice a bit of bruising peeking out on his collarbone.

“Are you okay? It looks like you had some issues with CrossFit too.”

Jin looked at you with a look of utter confusion. “CrossFit?”

You nodded. “Yes, Namjoon has one too. He said he got it from doing CrossFit with you. I hope it doesn’t hurt too much.”

Jin’s eye were drawn behind you to his members, who were silently trying to communicate without drawing your attention. Joon was pointing to the mark on his own neck before making a pleading motion with his hands. Taehyung was trying to communicate their intention with his eyes as much as possible.

“Oh yeah,” Jin said, slowly, realization striking him before he slid back into his trained persona so not to arise any suspicion from you. “CrossFit. Right. Well, you know how it goes. He crossed me so I did what I saw fit.” From behind you, Namjoon seemed to choke on air and Taehyung tried his best to stifle a laugh. You turned around to see what was going on, completely confused and clearly missing something. But Jin turned your attention back to him. “Don’t worry about me, Darling. My perfect skin may be marred for the moment but I will survive. But thank you for your concern.”

“Well, it is sort of my job. Though based on what I see, you really don’t need me.”

“Nonsense! You are a professional, and we could definitely use someone with your delicate touch. Whatever you may need, you can just ask. And if I don’t have it, I will get it for you faster than any hospital could. I know many higher ups in all the companies in the country and they would leap at the chance to get in my good graces.”

Suddenly, a loud bang ricocheted off the wall and made you scream and drop your bag, spilling its contents all over the floor. Bangtan only moved from your scream. Jin’s hands came up to grasp your shoulders, steadying you and trying to reassure you of your safety. He bend down so he was able to look into your eyes and whispered assurances that you were alright. From behind Jin, the young man who had been dealing with the handgun had finished piecing it together and fired a shot at the target. He looked over at you with a surprised look on his face, not realizing someone new was in the room. Taehyung had already crossed the room and snatched the gun from the younger’s hands and stowing it away. He gave Soobin a pointed look that spoke volumes. Namjoon had stoop down to start retrieving your bag.

“Soobin,” Jin yelled over his shoulder, “you didn’t think to look up before you shot that? Or at least put a silencer on it?”

“I’m sorry, sir,” the youth replied. “I’m really sorry ma’am.” He scrambled away from the work bench and over to you all to assist Namjoon in locating all of your items.

“I’m sorry, Darling, I really didn’t want something to scare you. My intention was to make this less scary for you. Here, come sit over here. Take a deep breath for me. Taehyung, can you go get her some water? Take another deep breath, Darling. Yes, just like that.”

“This was a mistake,” you said between breaths, alternating between wringing and shaking your hands to try get the tremors to stop. Your voice was cracking as you tried to keep from crying out of sheer panic. “I shouldn’t have agreed to come in here. Why did you think this would be a good idea? What was the point? To scare me into keeping your secrets?

“Absolutely not. We would never want to put you through that. We trust that you won’t say anything. This was to shed some light on what we’re actually doing here.”

Taehyung appeared next to you with a bottle of water, which you graciously took and swallowed half the bottle.

“Hyungs,” he pleaded, “maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all. We wanted her to be comfortable and she asked us to hide this part of us as much as possible.”

“And we did,” Jin agreed. “Y/N, we tried. And it was easier when it was just going from your place to the hospital and back. But with you being in our house, unless we lock you up in the living room, it’s going to be hard for you not to see some aspect of our work. That’s why Joon and I had this conversation. We thought that after all the time we spent making this relationship with you that you’d trust us enough. And we thought if you saw what we are working on down here, it might clear the air and ease some of these anxieties that still plague you. But we’ve taken an unexpected turn. Just try to relax. You’re still shaking.”

“I wish I had taken Doctor Na’s offer for some new anti-anxiety medication,” you muttered to yourself, remembering his suggestion in the stairwell. You had a feeling your anxieties were just going to get worse.

You looked over as Namjoon came to the desk with your bag, all its contents gathered back inside. All except a familiar clear bottle. Your old medication that you had forgotten was in there since the night Doctor Na had followed you into the stairwell after you saw the exchange of U4-1A. The familiar want you felt then of wanting to down that last pill in the bottle and escape world came back. But you didn’t take it then, you didn’t need it now. You wanted nothing to do with that past life anymore. Hell, you only wanted to know what it was so you could find an alternative that wouldn’t remind you of Daniel. But the temptation was strong as Namjoon held it out for you.

“This is yours, right,” he questioned. “I found it rolled under a table. And it doesn’t look like anything Jin-hyung’s been working on.”

“It’s mine,” you said as you took it from him. “It’s old medication from my ex-…um, I mean, from my accident. I ran out and Doctor Na was trying to figure out what it was since the label’s been lost. But our hospital pharmacy couldn’t identify it. I forgot to clean out my bag with…everything going on.”

“May I?” Jin held out his hand for the bottle. You shrugged, handing it to him. He dumped the pill into his palm and started to examine it with the same focused intensity as he had earlier. He made a face. “A generic white pill with no discernable characteristics. And you don’t remember its name?”

“I don’t remember ever hearing it. I started taking it after I woke up from my accident. The nurse or my ex would just bring it to me. And then, Daniel would get it refilled after that since I couldn’t drive. When I came to Central, I only had what was left in the bottle and had to space it out. I haven’t taken it for a couple weeks now. It’s probably why my anxiety is really bad.”

“I can find out what it is for you. I guarantee I’ll have more success than some basic pharmacist fresh out of school. I’ve some connections I can talk with to help me analyze it. And,” Jin held up a hand to silence the protest you were about to pose, “these connections are not gang related. Before I became estranged from my family, I was the second heir to the largest pharmaceutical company in all the country. Despite my father’s best efforts, I was very friendly and charming with our specialists and made plenty of valuable connections to help me in the future. So, if anyone can figure out what this is, it’s me.”

You were stunned into silence. You remember him mentioning medical training and about his father pushing for a different career, but you never imagined he was a part of the Kim Pharmaceutical dynasty. Of course, you had heard of them; all the hospitals pharmacies in the city were stocked with their products, and every doctor read their research reports and trail information. They beat out every other company when it came to advancements in health services. And they were close to celebrity status amongst the papers. You recalled overhearing some pharmacy interns at lunch talking about them. They mentioned that the company was ran by the Senior Mr. Kim, who had been married twice after his first wife passed, leaving him with two sons to take over the company in the next few decades. The oldest was always showing up in the papers. And the second son was said to be away at some foreign school. Which, now knowing that Jin was the second son, was much better for their publicity than saying ‘a part of the most notorious drug dealing, ruthless Mafia families’. You remembered that night in your apartment when Jin had mentioned blackmailing his father for access to his assets. And, looking around at the lab, it seemed to have paid off well.

As you let the information settle in your mind, you realized that your hands had stopped shaking and your breathing had evened back out. They had successfully distracted you from your panic so your mind could recenter. Well, you recalled, they did say that they had experience with anxiety.

“Come on, Y/N,” Taehyung said, gently, “let’s head back upstairs. We’ll find something normal to distract ourselves until the others are ready for lunch.”

“Alright,” you said with a deep sigh, “but, before I have another panic attack here, what was so important that I had to come down here? Just tell me. Please.”

“Ah, of course,” Jin said, reaching over to a drawer and pulling out a small clear container. Inside, you could see several small, heart -shaped, pink tablets, no bigger than a breath mint. You had seen the news, read the papers, heard the doctors talking about it. That was U4-1A, Euphoria. When the first few cases had started coming into your ER, you were told to check and see if they had those heart-shaped pills on them, though you had never seen them. The distinct pink color was, also, a dead giveaway; it was the same color the user’s irises turned when they were high on the addictively deadly substance. The few times you had been in the room with some of the addicts that Doctor Na was working with, you recalled a rose-colored ring on the edges of their eyes that seemed so unnatural. Your stomach twisted at the thought of Henry taking the drug from Namjoon when he was supposed to be helping people. He couldn’t even deny it. “You know what this is?”

“Why the hell would you show that to me?! I asked for one thing. I could look past some things, try to ignore things. Like I could ignore the amount of money coming and going. I could ignore the weapons, or any other reminders. But I asked specificity for this not be mentioned.”

“Darling,” Jin chided in an amused tone, “I just asked what this was.”

“Are you fucking for real? It’s Euphoria…”

“Wrong,” Jin interrupted as he reached out and tapped you on the nose, completely taking you off guard and disarming you. “This isn’t Euphoria, or U4-1A. This is Euphoric. U4-1C.”

Never heard of that. “Okay. So, what? It’s a knock off?”

Jin looked offended. “A knock off. My dear, like me, it’s an original that others fail to compare to. It is the only one of its kind and so important to the work we do here. And before you insinuate, no, it is not what started this addict epidemic. The ones who have that despicable honor are Ji and the Royals. This” he held it up to you again so you could see it was more closely shaped like a triangle, “is my solution to it. For the past five or six years now, I have been secretly working on a counter agent to make that horrid drug obsolete and save the people who either willing or unwilling were made to take it. This is going to be the antidote. It’s not finished fully. I haven’t been able to fully identify the exact formula the Royals use. And it’s not an instant cure. But introducing this to someone going through withdrawals, instead of to induce a sexual release, the addict would just need to exert themselves another way, like exercise or something else that released the pleasure signal in the brain. It takes a lot of time and constant dosing but I’ve gotten it to where after so long it can be tapered off from every day to once a month, and soon only once every other month. I am making a cure. And we pass it out to those in need. That’s what I wanted you to see. That we aren’t the bad guys. Well… at least not for this.”

You let his words absorb and you felt like you had been doused with cold water. So, when Hwasa cornered Namjoon in the hallway of the hospital and took something from his pocket and mentioned ‘someone will find your kindness absolutely… euphoric’, she was taking an antidote to someone addict to U4-1A? That means…what Namjoon had given Henry, what Henry had used for his patients, what he couldn’t talk about was that he was accepting a possible progressive treatment for the poor souls in the hospital. He was, indeed, a good person. And you had thought the worst of him. Any time he tried to talk to you, you’d run in the other direction. You blocked his number and deleted any trace in your phone. You had thrown away everything because you didn’t want to believe him when he had begged you to trust him.

“Oh my god,” was all you could say as your head fell into your hands. “I have made a total ass of myself.” Was there a chance Henry would listen to your apology after all of that?

“You see,” Taehyung said, “I told you we knew the damage Euphoria does to people. We’ve been trying to fight this.”

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner? Like that night in the car?”

“It’s still a work in progress and a secret,” Namjoon said. “Only a few gangs that have proven trustworthy know we supply it. And they distribute it within their own territory. Or, in the case of your doctor friend, those who did us a great service. We did intimidate him into silence. Which was what you must have seen. Can’t say I blame you for what you thought based on what it looked like. He’d get more if he stayed silent. We don’t want our name attached to it just yet. The Royals already want us dead based on our past with them and our part in the Great War. If they knew what Jin-hyung was doing, it would a bigger target on our backs. But once it’s completely finished, then we’ll openly distribute it to the hospitals and clinics. But we hope that you understand the importance of this secret for us. It’s more than just our lives at risk if the wrong people get word of it. And if Choi already thinks that you’re with us, imagine how much worse it will be when he finds out that we are destroying yet another income for them. Do you understand, Y/N?”

“This whole time, you’ve been doing a great feat and I’ve been so focused on the rumors. You really are the good guys trying to help?”

“We’re really good at hiding ourselves. We’ve had years of practice showing the persona we want people to believe.

“Yeah,” Taehyung said with a cheeky grin, “I mean look at Namjoon-hyung. He puts on a persona that he’s smooth when, in reality, he’s a giant dork who breaks everything he touches.”

“I’ll break you, you fucking brat.”

Jin reached out and knocked both of them upside the head. “Language!”

And you laughed. You laughed without the weight of anxiety or fear weighing you down. For the first time, you felt like you were truly safe.

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The next couple of days went by in a pleasant way, falling into a simple routine that you started to look forward to. One of them would pick you up in the morning, making sure to stop by Holli’s Café for a morning caffeine fix, before taking different ways to the Magic Shop that ensured you were still none-the-wiser as to how to get there. Once there, you would find Yoongi either waiting in the kitchen for you or in the expansive gym where you would start with his rehabilitation exercises after you checked and redressed his wounded shoulder. Now that Yoongi was home, there was a difference from the person at the hospital. He was still quiet but much more open to conversations and approachable. The conversations between the two of you were deep and easy like the ones you had with Amber. And you looked forward to them. There was one time you had made a stupid joke that had made him laugh freely. And that felt like a simple accomplishment that warmed you up. And you couldn’t help but find his laugh adorable. One morning, he brought you to his ‘Genius Lab’. According to the others, it was incredibly rare that he even mentioned his safe haven to outsiders, let alone let them see it. But he had made an exception for you.

The Genius Lab was more like an office where Yoongi spent a good deal of time juggling between work, reflection, and solitude when the world became too much. The space suited his style; grey walls with dark accents and floors, a sleek black desk with three large monitors and computer equipment. Opposite the desk was a long black leather couch that looked quite comfortable. And the room was completely soundproof. When he had brought you into the Genius Lab, he showed off some of his work. You watched as he pulled up different views of various streets all over Central, some storefronts where he pointed out Bangtan’s hired help stationed out front, and the exteriors of the hospital popped up on the screens. You were very thankful that they were still monitoring your workplace. Yoongi tapped on a few keys and different angles of your apartment appeared across the screens, both outside and inside. He played back your morning; Hobi pulling up in a nondescript black car, him swaying to the music in his earpiece as he rode the elevator up, to letting himself into your apartment and waiting for you with Holli’s coffee in his hand. You remembered Taehyung telling you about the cameras they put in your apartment that first morning. While you thought it would be more invasive, you found comfort in his watchfulness.

This morning had started as usual; Jin had come to pick you up this time to bring you to the Magic Shop. The only one you hadn’t seen since arriving at the Magic Shop was Jimin. He hadn’t appeared at lunch the first day as you expected. You shrugged it off, remembering that Hobi had mentioned he hadn’t been feeling well. But you still hadn’t seen or heard from him. The drive over to the Magic Shop was as winding and secretive as always. Though they had started going in a different way. From the street, it looked as if he had pulled up to an abandoned auto mechanic gas station in the lower section of town. At the touch of a button on the dashboard, a spray-painted door rolled open to a dark tunnel that ended at the parking level of the Magic Shop. You wanted to question how the construction worked or how it had remained secret but decided against it.

As you ascended the spiral staircase after Jin, that was where the morning took an unusual turn.

When you stepped into the large front foyer, you were greeted by the sounds of a struggle. Instinctually, you grabbed ahold of Jin’s arm and hid behind his broad shoulders, causing him to chuckle at the cute action. Coming through the front door was a blindfolded man being dragged in by both arms by Yeonjun and another hired staff member. He was yelling all sorts of vulgarities and kicking out in many directions, like he was throwing a tantrum and not trying to escape.

“Motherfucker! I told you to stop manhandling me like this! You know who I am? I will mess you up!”

“Such dramatics,” Jin bemused, “He acts like he hasn’t gone through this before. Yeonjun, did he cause you a lot of trouble?”

“Sir,” Yeonjun snapped to attention, still keeping his captive held tightly. “He tried to give us the slip. We met him at the appointed time but he tried to run. Even tried to jump out of the car.”

Jin tsked. “Jackson, so disappointing. I thought we had a better relationship than that.”

“Jin,” Jackson called out, head snapping in different directions to try and focus on him from behind the blindfold, “buddy, come on. I got the times mixed up and your boy jumped on me. Can we take this stupid blindfold off? I thought we’d be past this.”

“Jackson, you are like a rash; unwanted, hard to deal with, and annoying.”

“Damn, that hurt.” Yeonjun shoved Jackson forward, causing the man to stumble freely. He ripped the blindfold off his face and turned back to the younger, fist clenched. “Fucking punk, I’ll wipe that fucking smile off your prepubescent face!”

“Jackson,” Jin said in a commanding tone that in any other situation would be attractive. Stop it, you mentally screamed. “Refrain from threatening my employee in my home before I let him show you why he’s one of our best. Be a good boy and mind your manners. I’ll go get Namjoon to deal with you. Yeonjun, just make sure he stays here and doesn’t try to slip something into his pocket again. I’ll be right back.” Jackson snorted and rolled his eyes as he straightened himself out. Jin turned around to you, taking your hand and giving it a squeeze. “I’ll be back in a moment, Darling. Don’t worry, Jackson is like a tiny dog; he’s all bark and nothing else, and easy to kick.” Jin’s eye flicked up towards the corner of the room with a sharp look before he turned back to you with a smile. That was weird. “Yoongi-ah should be here soon. Just hang tight and introduce yourself if you want to. And if Jackson does anything ungentlemanly, just tell Yeonjun and he’ll make him regret it.”

Before you could beg to just run upstairs, Jin patted you on the shoulder and disappeared. You had to remember that Bangtan would never leave you in any danger since they were bound to protect you. You remembered hearing Namjoon mention Jackson’s name before and figured they wouldn’t bring someone into their home that was a danger. You looked over to Jackson. The man’s dual toned hair was messy from his struggling. He pulled a pair of sunglasses from his baggy pants pocket and pushed them up onto his head, like a makeshift headband.

Then, he noticed you. And you felt like you were a mouse caught in a snake’s site. A cool smile smoothed across his lips as he made his way over to you.

“Well, look at you. I’ve never seen you around here before. What’s a cute, little thing like you doing here? I’m Jackson. You need anything, I’m the one who will know how and where to find it. Individual contractor. Know-it-all extraordinaire. Master of the Silver Tongues.” He offered his hand out for yours.

“Um, hi, I’m Y/N.” You hesitated to shake his hand.

“So, what are you? You’re too cute to be related to any of them. You look far too meek to be one of us. And I’d hope you have better taste than to be trying to date one of these losers when someone like me exists. I can tell you, you can do better. I’ve known these guys for a long time. Trust me, they’ve got odd taste that would disagree with such a cute mouse like you.”

You retracted your hand. Jackson started to circle you, eyeing you up and down. It wasn’t threatening but you kept your eyes on him. Yeonjun gave you a look but you waved him off for the moment. You could handle yourself.

“I’m a nurse. I’m assisting them after an incident.”

“Ooh a nurse? What luck, I’m in need of some attention after all that rough housing.” He winked. “Oh, shit, wait, you’re the one that ran into the gun fight? And took out one of the Royal’s guys? I heard he’s still recovering from severe concussion. Mad respect, sweetheart.”

“How do you know about that?”

“I make it my business to know things. That’s how I make a living. And why I’m in such demand. Word of what you did has made its rounds through many circuits. Though, I’ll be honest, I’d never be able to put your face to it. And that’s a good thing in this world. Though, if you want to be extra safe from the bad guys, you may want to reconsider who you’re staying with.”

“What do you mean by that?” You turned to follow his eyes as he kept circling you. “Bangtan seems to be taking good care of me. And I don’t mean anything by this, but I haven’t heard anything about you until now.”

“Isn’t that the point? I’m good at staying secret, keeping things secret. And they’re so high profile, it would be easy to find you if they slipped up. There are some things that can’t be bought from me. Like a cute, little mouse. And if I wanted to keep someone safe, I’d make sure no one ever found them. Especially, if they are as interesting as you.”

“I’m interesting?”

“How could you not be? You’re so innocent, so different from all the other people I’ve ever met. You just want to help, didn’t know what you were running into. And now you’re stuck, hiding from the mean world that is trying to punish your good deed. I mean, I’ve been their friend for years and I can’t say I’d run into a fight with Choi to save someone he’s trying to kill. So yeah, you’re the most interesting person in the world. And I’d love to get to know you better. Maybe you’ll let me take you out sometime to prove I’m a better waste of your time.”

“And what makes you think I’d be okay with that?”

“Well, I can give you a hundred reasons to leave these losers behind.” He stopped circling and leaned in so his nose was only a breath away from yours. “But I’m the only one that you need.”

Unbeknownst to Jackson, Yoongi had appeared at the top of the staircase as Jackson started circling you. He watched the interaction with a scowl on his face. He descended the stairs with a ghostly quiet until he was right behind the rogue. You noticed him as Jackson had stopped to lean towards you and your breath caught in your throat. He looked mad, a fierce protectiveness was present in his dark eyes. He appeared at the right moment. Then, you realized. Yoongi had cameras in the Magic shop, he had mentioned it. And the look Jin had given to the wall that you didn’t understand must have been to one of Yoongi’s cameras that he was watching for when you had arrived as he had done before. They were still watching out for you. He stood so close to Jackson that you wondered how the other hadn’t sensed him yet, his face right next to his shoulder and gaze boring a hole in Jackson’s head. Jackson noticed that you were no longer paying him the attention he wanted and turned his eyes towards the directions yours were on. And he jumped as if he had just been electrocuted, putting some distance between him and the death glare he was receiving.

“Fucking hell, you bastard! Put a bell on your fucking neck! Damn, you scared the shit out of me!”

“Good,” Yoongi said as he kept his eyes trained on Jackson. “Leave her alone, Jackson. She’s got enough problems without you trying to weasel your way into her bed.”

“You wound me, Suga. I was just introducing myself to the lucky lady who is now one of the most famous women in our field.”

“I said,” he took a step closer to him, and despite his arm still in a sling, he looked as if he was about to use it on Jackson, “leave her alone.”

“Wow, back down, tiger. Sheesh, didn’t think you’d be so concerned about someone like her. Don’t you have your hands full already? Or are you just greedy? Or are you guys taking turns?”

“Jackson!”

Namjoon’s voice echoed against the walls. You looked up to the second floor where RM was leaning on the banister overlooking the foyer with Jin by his side glaring down at Jackson. RM looked as annoyed as his voice let on. He was all business with no sign of the calm Namjoon you had been seeing around the Magic Shop. With a power that befitted the Leader of Bangtan, he signaled for Suga to stand down and motioned for Jackson to follow him. With a final look and wink from Jackson to you, he flipped Yoongi off and made for the stairs. Suga, silently, watched him go, making mental notes for the future before he reached back and took your hand in his. You jumped, slightly. He hadn’t been physical with you like the others had, holding your hands, giving you a hug or playful shove. There was always a bit of distance, aside from the medical side of things.

“Come on, Y/N. Let’s get out of here.”

He had led you upstairs, asking if you were alright. While Jackson was a lot, it wasn’t something you couldn’t have handled. But you thanked him anyways for stepping in. It felt nice to have someone be so protective of you, something you weren’t so used to. He started leading you up towards the direction of the Genius Lab, where he insisted you stay until Jackson was gone, since it was secure and private, instead of the normal spaces you tended to occupy. Thankfully, the physical therapy you needed to do with Yoongi didn’t require much space and you carried all the equipment you needed in your bag. You figured Yoongi was not a fan of Jackson normally, remembering the disdain in his voice when Joon had mentioned him back at the hospital before. You were sure that Jackson’s display back in the foyer only made that worse and he wanted to keep an eye on when he left.

As you made it to the floor, Yoongi stopped. “I almost forgot. I need to check on something real quick. Can you remember how to get to the Genius Lab?”

“I think so. Do you need help?”

“No. I just need to check on Jimin. I won’t be long.”

“Is he alright? Is he still not feeling well? I can take a look if you need me to. That’s kind of my whole thing.”

He gave your hand a squeeze as a little chuckle sat in his throat. “No, it’s nothing you need to worry about right now. He’s coming down with something but is putting off taking his medicine as long as he can. He’s being stubborn. Gets it from me, probably. I’m just making sure he’s still in his room resting. I’ll only be a moment. I promise. Here, this is my key to the Lab. Let yourself in and lock it. I use my code on the door. Not that I think Jackson will know where my office is but just to be safe.”

Some part of you hated when he let go of your hand to head down the other side of the hall. You had to take a few breaths to let your professional masks fall back into place. You wished your emotions would settle. But being around someone as cute and protective had you feeling a certain way. A way which, you reminded yourself, you shouldn’t be feeling. You were hired to help him heal, not to let a crush develop. You really needed to get a grip. Yet, you couldn’t stop yourself from smiling as you made your way down the hall.

However, after a few steps and turns, you had lied when you thought you could find the Genius Lab on your own. The only places you knew how to get to without much assistance was the kitchen, gym, and the family room. You had only been to the Genuis Lab once and you racked your brain for any distinguishing details that would help you find it again. What picture was near the door? What color was the door? Was the one with frosted glass or was that Taehyung’s art studio? You could just stand still and wait for Yoongi to come back and find you. Or you could text him that you were going to back to the foyer. Or text one of the others for help? Joon was busy with Jackson, and you weren’t sure where Jin went after that. Jimin, of course, was sick and shouldn’t be disturbed. And you wanted Yoongi to focus on Jimin and not you getting lost. You sent a text to Taehyung, hoping he wasn’t too busy to help you with what he was up to in town. You walked further down the hall only to stop and turn around after not recognizing anything.

Wait, was this the same place you had started? Why must this place be so confusing?

Your phone buzzed. You looked down at Taehyung’s text.

TaeTae: I really got to make you a map LOL.

TaeTae: Do you remember how to find the stairs? Get back there and look for your favorite painting of mine. The G.L is two doors down from that.

TaeTae: If you can’t find it, I’m sure he’ll find you with the cameras. Sorry, I’m at a meeting right now.

You could do this. Just find the stairs. Though that was easier said than done now that you had gotten all turned around. You’re sure Taehyung would make a joke out of this if you were ever found. After another turn, you did see a picture that seemed familiar and went down that direction. As you kept walking, you started to hear voices. At least that was a start. Once you found the source, you could orient yourself or ask for help. You followed the voices, and as they got louder, you recognized RM’s tone and regretted your discussion, not wanting to interrupt. That, and you were sure Yoongi didn’t want you near Jackson again so soon. But as you were about to turn back, their conversation caught your attention.

“Haven’t I been super helpful to ya’ll? Who was the one who gave you that info about the Royals showing up?”

“You, also, neglected to tell us that Choi was going to be there. And that is how Suga got hurt.”

“An oversight. That must have changed at the last minute. I can’t be a mind reader.”

“Even though you market yourself as one?”

“Ok, true. But you of all people should know that they don’t do what they say. Regardless, I told you about the Ateez pirates. I said they were up to something interesting. You should trust me by now. I got the information. I may be an independent player in this game, but I like you guys. That’s why I keep my ears open for you. And, I haven’t spilled anything of yours.”

“That’s because I don’t let you get anything worth spilling.”

“Ouch, you wound me, bro. I thought we were closer than that.”

Before you could help yourself, you found yourself stopped outside of Namjoon’s office. The door was barely cracked, but enough for you to see a bit inside. Namjoon’s office was much different from Yoongi’s; it was a large room with warm hardwood against velvety walls that declared power, with bookcases lining the grand walls. Thick hard-covered books filled the shelves like an extensive library. Seated at an opulent and ornate desk in a high wing backed chair was RM, his fingers threaded together and pressed against his lips as he peered sharply at Jackson. Jackson sat relaxed in a smaller, less comfortable chair. They were bathed in the crackling light of a roaring fire from the Victorian style fireplace that sat across from them. This was what you expected of a Mafia leader.

“I don’t appreciate you making my second so upset. He’s supposed to be recovering. Something he wouldn’t have to be doing had you had better information. Maybe I should start going to someone else.”

Jackson scuffed. “As if anyone could do what I do. Besides, I feel like you would have done it by now if there was anyone else. And if that asshole wasn’t so easily riled up he would be fine. I was just saying ‘hello’ to her. And trying to figure her out. She’s quite a surprise Joon.”

“We are trying to keep her safe. That includes from you, Jackson. She’s a civilian who got caught up in the worst way. We just got her to relax around us. I’d thank you to not undo what I’ve been working hard to do.”

“I hear you. Glad you took my advice to just go with it. I told you nothing bad would happen. I mean, what did you just say? ‘She’s a civilian’. I truly doubted she would be any problems.”

“No thanks to you.” Joon leaned further in his chair, his dragon eyes glowing in the fire light. “I’ve been patient, Jackson. More than I should be given what I am dealing with here. Now, you are going to tell me what I asked you to find out for me before I let Suga do what he wanted to do.”

“Damn, for someone who said it’s all business, you’re really pushing it here.”

“Jackson,” you could tell that Namjoon’s patience was wearing thin. What was he so determined to know? Was it something to do with Choi or the Royals?

“Man, look. I can find information about anyone. With just their name, I can tell you if they had late fees from their elementary school library or how many days their mother spent in the hospital recovering from birth.”

“And yet, it has taken you over a week to get back to me. Either you are slipping or you are full of shit.”

“Or you’re dealing with a ghost.” Jackson reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a small notepad. “Everything I found fits on two pages of this little flip pad. Even the most basic civilian fills half of the pages. But this Y/N girl is either that most boring person in the entire world or she’s a ghost.”

Wait, he was here about you? Namjoon was looking for information about you? You thought you had been very open with them about anything they had asked you. He had asked you to trust him, but he didn’t trust you. He had hired Jackson to dig up anything on you that he could. He was nervous when you had first come to the Magic Shop but you thought you had worked past that. Hadn’t the time they had spent with you beforehand been enough to prove that you meant no harm to them or else why would he ask you to come here? You knew you shouldn’t listen to any of this, but you couldn’t move. You sunk to the ground and leaned against the wall, listening.

“What are you talking about?”

Jackson tossed the pad over to him to see for himself. “I mean, this girl has nothing before two years ago. All I could find is that she currently works at Central Mercy as an ER Nurse, she lives in a shitty apartment that’s overpriced for that part of town. Before that, there isn’t much. I found her college she attended for her expedited nursing degree where she got high marks. Her father worked for different police forces as a high up desk jockey, meaning she moved a lot so there isn’t much in regard to early years. But nothing else. Everything starts about two years ago. I was able to find a news article about a car accident that listed her as a passenger, so her amnesia story checks out as far as that. Can’t said I ever heard of someone using amnesia as a cover, but fuck if it wouldn’t be good. Father died and there was no mother listed on any paperwork. Father’s file is just as blank. Just he was basic cop who sat at a desk. After the accident, her only known address was some small studio in her name that was set up by the rehab she was assigned to by some Doctor Sung, who died a year after from a heart attack. Found all his files but it’s nothing interesting. She did some reception job for a clinic before she came here that was a nonprofit for student nurses and that had nothing useful other than what I already had. But that’s all. No ties anywhere, no real records until recently. Either she’s got the most boring, nonspecial life I’ve ever seen, or her life’s been invented by some crazy mastermind. And I’m leaning towards the first one, man. This girl is boring and is nothing in the grand scheme of things. And that’s the truth. The most interesting thing was meeting you guys. She’s harmless. She’s no threat to anyone except maybe herself with that stupid heroic shit. So, you worried for nothing. Your family is safe, just like I said it would be.”

“How can that be all?” Namjoon seemed disappointed. “You’re telling me that there was no other information? How can someone’s life just go back two years? You must have missed something.”

“I don’t miss shit. Listen, I know this isn’t what you want to hear, but that’s all there is. Her old man must have been from some off the grid town beforehand and didn’t leave footprints. She’s a nobody. She’s barely worth the time I spent looking for her. So, stop worrying about her like she’s gonna turn into some problem. And if she does, you can kill her easily enough. Hell, there are seven of you, should be easy.”

You couldn’t stop the gasp that escaped your lips. Namjoon’s eyes snapped towards the door, knowing full well that he had been caught. He rose from the desk and crossed the room, opening the door to find you rooted in place against the wall, eyes cast down with tears welling in the corners. It wasn’t just from the threat of being killed by the people you were supposed to trust, or the harsh words that Jackson had said about you. But it was the fact that you weren’t trusted. You were not granted the same thing he had begged you to do for them. And that hurt just as much.

“Oh shit,” Jackson said with a hint of glee. “Little mouse likes to sneak around, huh? I can see why you didn’t want to trust her. Seems like she’ll get herself killed before too long.”

“Jackson,” RM roared causing you to shrink further into yourself and the tears to flow freely. Namjoon looked down at you, instantly regretting his tone. He had messed up and he knew that. Moving carefully, he held his hand out to you in a silent plea to take it. Feeling like there was no other choice, you let him pull you up to your feet and into his office. Daring to look at his face, you didn’t see anger or any dangerous threat that you feared for your eavesdropping. You saw remorse and sympathy. He led you towards the fireplace where there were two large armchairs facing each other with a side table full of half-read books. He motioned you to sit before he turned back to Jackson. He took out his phone and sent a quick message. Within a moment, Yeonjun appeared in the door. “That’s enough, Jackson. Thank you for your help. But I need to talk to Y/N. Yeonjun will take you back where he found you. You know the drill.”

“Wow, fastest visit ever. Am I at least getting paid?” Namjoon shot him a look that made him jump and scurry over to the door. “Don’t look so sad, sweetheart. I’m sure he isn’t going to kill you. Let me know if you want to take me up on my offer.”

Yeonjun grabbed Jackson by the collar and dragged him out, shutting the door behind him, leaving you alone with Namjoon and the crackling fire. You thought back to when he had saved you when Choi had you cornered in the hospital hall, how good natured he had been with you, how he had been so open with you before he even knew anything more about you. He had been the one pushing for you to trust them and be comfortable with them. He had wanted you to come to the Magic Shop, was planning on telling you before he got busy. But was it all a ruse to get you to follow along? A handkerchief was pushed into your hands and Joon took a seat in the opposite armchair.

“Y/N, I’m sorry you heard that.” He was sorry? Was he going to reprimand you for eavesdropping? Or tell you that all this was a farce that he was going to drop and forget this life debt he kept pushing? “I was hoping to have talked to him before you ever got here. Just for some extra assurance before we moved forward. I didn’t want you to ever hear that. Jackson can say things harsher than he means. I asked him to do a more detailed background check than I had already done, just to ensure I had all the facts.” He flinched when your breath hitch as more tears fell. He started to reach out his hand to try and comfort you but thought better of it. “I promise, I didn’t mean anything by it. I just needed to be completely sure that we were all going to be safe.”

“I wouldn’t have hurt any of you. I can barely handle myself, let alone do anything to you all,” you cried. “Why would I put myself in this situation? I tried to get away from all of this but you kept me here. I would have told you all of that stuff. It’s all I know about myself since the accident. I have nothing to hide from anyone. I promise I have only told you the truth.”

“I know you have. I’m sure you would have told me everything freely. I fucked up. I can’t say I’m sorry enough.”

“Was he right? Are you going to kill me? Because I seem like a made-up person? Because I don’t have a past?”

“No!” Namjoon rose from his seat and knelt down in front of you, finding your eyes and begging for your attention. “I would never do that. I promised to protect you. And I would do that whether you owed us a life debt or not. This life I’ve been living for the past twelve years has made me question so much about people. I’ve been lied to so many times that it fucks up your mind. Bangtan is my family and it’s my responsibility to protect them. When I met you, I instantly felt like I could trust you. I could see that you were a good person. But we had been fooled by someone we thought we could instantly trust before and I got nervous. But the more we spent with you, I knew it was different. But there was this little part of me that still worried. So, I looked into you after that first day. That’s why I introduced us as Bangtan to you. The others agreed because they saw what I saw in you. We've all been jaded by this life but something in you broke through all of our hesitations. We all think you are a good person and that you wouldn’t do anything to hurt us. Once we got you to see what we really were, I thought this would be easier on all fronts.”

“You asked me to trust you but you couldn’t do the same for me?”

“I know. It’s been so long since I could really trust someone. Look at Jackson. Okay, bad example. But I’ve known Jackson almost as long as I’ve known the others. But I still need to keep him at arm’s length or watch what I say around him. It’s different with you. I want to trust you, I do. I just needed to be extra sure that I was doing the right thing. I truly mean that.”

You sat in silence for a long while as your breath evened out and your tears ceased. You could understand his hesitation. How could he be sure that you weren’t lying? It made sense, but hearing Jackson’s words, imagining that’s how they saw you, it was hard. But you had been so back and forth with their trust, too.

“I really wish we could just start over.”

“What do you want to know?” You took a deep breath and leaned back into the armchair. “What else do you need to hear? You want to be sure? Ask away. I only know so much. You guys have asked me to trust you and you told me things that would be helpful. I will try to do the same so we can share a common ground. Maybe one day I’ll know more and I can tell you more. But I can tell you what I can.”

“It’s fine, Y/N. You don’t need to do that. I trust you.” He stood up and moved towards his desk. But you grabbed his hand, steeling yourself to open up as much as you could. He could sense your determination and returned to the armchair. “Just tell me whatever you’re comfortable with.”

“I never really talk about this. It’s hard to talk about. But I can confirm that what Jackson said was all true. It’s actually pretty much all I know for myself. My first actual memory is waking up in a small hospital room in so much pain. There was a man sitting next to me that I didn’t remember. He was my friend, he showed me pictures of us at school. His name was Daniel. I don’t know his last name, I never asked or remembered it. He’s the one who told me about the accident. My father’s car was hit from the side and flipped. He didn’t make it. Daniel spent weeks by my side as I recovered. Dr. Sung was this older doctor who watched over me and helped me recover. Once I was moved to his rehab, Dr. Sung prescribed me all these different treatments but my memories never came back. Daniel brought me my old schoolwork, my old journals, anything that could help me find myself. But there wasn’t much. Jackson said something about us moving a lot. After a year, I could recall little things about places I believe I lived. But there was never anything concrete. No friends or family reached out. Daniel told me that it was just me and dad. He had never heard us talk about anyone else. I guess we didn’t stay long in places. After I was released from the rehab, Daniel and I moved into this small apartment that was far away from everything. The rehab set it up to help me adjust to the world. But I was like a zombie, depressed, broken. After six months, I started trying to get better, start over. Daniel and I started dating, I found a job that was walking distance from my place. All my medical training came back over time. Just not anything else. And that was my life for almost two years. But, almost five months ago, Daniel and I split up and I came to Central to get away from all the unpleasantness. I’d prefer not to go into that if that’s alright. We weren’t good together anymore. Since I’ve been away, I’ve started remembering little flashes of things that don’t make a lot of sense. Amber thinks it’s because I’m away from the trauma. I don’t even know if I want to remember anymore. But if I remember anything more, I promise I’ll tell you once I figure it all out.”

Namjoon reached out and took your hand. “It’s okay. Thank you for sharing that with me. I promise to be more upfront about any questions I have. I trust you.”

“I trust you, too.”

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honeytae · 1 year

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1:42 am 🌙

sorry for not posting in literal months but hopefully this little tidbit will do💞 i love you guys!

600+ words of pure fluff

The red numbers on your alarm clock glared at you as your bleary eyes adjusted to consciousness, fading away as you rolled onto your stomach.

Puzzled at what woke you, you exhaled a deep sigh, mourning the deep sleep you had slipped out of.

The first hint was the lack of heat in your mattress. The second was the emptiness you felt when you skimmed your palm across the bed.

Finding nothing but bunched up sheets between your fingers, a hoarse groan fell from your mouth, muffled into the pillow below you.

You could’ve sworn you heard a noise coming from across the apartment, lifting your head as if that would tune your ears in more.

Recognizing the quiet, soft beats from one of your boyfriends playlists traveling through the terribly thin walls, you suppressed a smile.

Taking hold of the blanket topping your duvet, you secured the plush fabric around your frame and pushed yourself off of the bed, sleepily making your way to your boyfriend.

Your heart skipped a beat when you laid eyes on him. Every time felt like the first time. Except this time he was the perfect depiction of domestic bliss.

Adorned in oversized black sweats, he wore his long locks back in a ponytail, his bangs spilling over into his eyes as he stirred a wooden spoon in a pot over the oven top.

You simply watched for a minute as he hummed along to the music he had quietly been playing on his phone next to him, functioning as if it wasn’t almost the middle of the night.

“Yah,” he whined as he poured his noodles from the pot to a deep bowl, spilling some of the broth out on the counter in the process.

You couldn’t help but let an adoring giggle slip out at the sight of his pout, melting into a grin when Jungkook spun around in surprise.

“Oh my god, baby, you scared me.” His eyes remained wide, his hand coming up to push his hair back behind his ear, a habit he’d developed since growing it out.

You neglected to speak, still too sleepy, but instead chuckled at the way his eyebrows stayed knit together even after his pout went away.

“What, are you just gonna stand there and laugh at me?”

His face lit up with a smirk as he set the spatula down on the counter, making his way across the kitchen as you stretched your arms out in front of you.

You slid your hands behind his neck as he held you by your hips, playing with his hair as you hummed in response.

“Was planning on it,” you teased, blushing at the glimmering sparkles in his eyes. Jungkook was so pretty that you found it almost difficult to be in such close proximity to him.

His nose lifted into a scrunch when he giggled, moving forward to kiss you on your hot cheek before stepping back to admire your blanket cocooned form.

“I feel like a burrito,” you mumbled from beneath the fabric, only your eyes and nose visible with the rest of your body completely covered.

“You look so cute,” he cooed, taking the ends of the blanket from your fingers and wrapping you more securely with the remaining cloth.

“Mmh hu zzz eefuh eh es nol,” you laughed at your muffled words, Jungkook’s mouth spreading into a grin before gently peeling the fabric back from over your mouth with his fingers.

“Eat your soup before it gets cold,” you say again, leaning into his touch when he pulls you into a fond hug, his cold piercing a stark contrast to the soft kiss he plants on your forehead.

“I will. Just need to hold my baby for a little longer.”

#it has legitimately been so long since i last posted that i forgot how to enter a read more tab. wow.#bts x reader #bts fluff #bts drabble #bts timestamps #jungkook x reader #jungkook fluff #jungkook drabble #jungkook time stamp

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bonny-kookoo · 9 months

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Hi Bonny! I adore your writing so much! 🫶🏻 I wonder how ILY Jungkook got into buying toys for YN for sexy time. Was there a discussion prior? Can you write something on it especially how he used the remote control vibrator with her? Were they at home or outside? Or just chilling? Thank you! 🙈

A/N: My all-time favorite horny-couple, thanks for requesting something for them haha

Jungkook is like a Pokémon. He's evolving with every day, gaining experience and leveling up with every single hour he's alive- becoming more and more powerful, while staying oddly cute at the same time. If you had to compare him to one, you'd probably choose something like Dragonite, with his big round eyes and powerful body.

Maybe he'd even be the shiny version. Rare and special.

But right now, he's just so- uniquely Jungkook again, as he unboxes the white box with the distinctive writing on the front, fingers trying to find the tape holding everything shut, a pout on his lips. His glasses are sliding down a bit, hair pulled back with one of your hairties, and he's just.. almost innocent looking, sitting there at the kitchen table.

Innocent- if he wasn't unboxing a fucking sex-toy he'd bought for you online.

"Ah, there." He finally finds the tape, ripping it off before he opens the box, the toy safely tucked away in a velvet little bag he unties, to take out the hot pink object for him to inspect. "Oh, that feels nice.." He hums, fingers feeling the smooth surface while you're completely in awe, watching him just.. act as if this is the most normal thing in the world. "You mentioned it, I think, and it was on discount online-" He explains, taking out the instructions before he unlocks his phone to install the app connected to the toy.

That's the thing with Jungkook you still have to learn. Once you mention something to him- something you'd like to do, or something you want, he will almost always try to either buy that thing, do what you'd mentioned with him, or find something close to it instead, if what you wish for isn't in reach for him.

"Jungkook- those are expensive-" You say, sitting down on the kitchen table close to him, while he sets up the device, getting a bit startled when it buzzes to life for a second.

"Oh, it needs to charge first." He says, taking out the charger, that distinctive pout present yet again as he tries to understand the magnetic charging port. "We can try it out some other time when you like. The reviews were good and it wasn't as expensive as they usually are either-" He hums, as you move to sit on his lap, his arms almost instinctively wrapping around you to keep you in place.

"You always listen to me so well, Jungkookie.." You hum into his chest, leaning your head on his shoulder. "You don't have to do stuff like this to make me happy- you know that right?" You ask, and he nods, a hand on your back while the other makes sure to properly connect the charger, red LED glowing to indicate it's status.

"I know." He shrugs. "Take this as.. something for us both." He jokes, before you adjust your legs a little, accidentally sitting right on his crotch in a way that's clearly not comfortable. "Aw fuck!" He laughs, and you can't help but laugh as well.

"God Jungkook, your dick always get's in between our fluffy moments!" You complain, and he rolls his eyes, hands under your thighs adjusting you once more so you don't hurt him. "How did touching a toy make you half-hard again?" You argue, and he instantly gets defensive, scoffing at you.

"I'm not even remotely hard, what are you talking about!" He denies, and you squint your eyes at him suspiciously. "Honestly!" He says, and you lean back at that, arms crossed, shamelessly looking between his legs. You tend to forget that he's pretty.. impressive, even when he isn't hard at all. He's not just a grower, after all.

"Why not?" You suddenly say, and he's taken aback by it for a second. "After all, your princess-perfect-hot-as-fuck-girlfriend is literally on your lap right now." You accuse him, used to playing around like this-

but instead of being shy, your Pokémon-boyfriend must've evolved yet again when you weren't looking. Because he instead helps you sit on the table right in front of him, his hands tugging down your shorts and underwear, not even bothering to tug them off your ankles as he leans forwards, tongue wetting his lips.

"Well right now, she's sitting on the table." He corrects you, and you're still too stunned to speak as he spreads your legs, before he tucks your shirt underneath your bra to keep it out of the way. "Looking like a full-course meal.." he hums, before he pushes his chair back a bit to have better leverage, slowly leaning forwards, after he puts his glasses down next to you on the kitchen table.

"..and I'm feeling really hungry right now."

#bts imagine #bts fanfic #bts fic #jungkook imagine #jeon jungkook x reader #bts smut #jeon jungkook imagine #bts jungkook #bts jungkook imagine #jungkook imagines #jeon jungkook imagines #bts jeon jungkook imagine #jungkook x reade #jungkook x reader smut #jungkook x you #jungkook x reader #jungkook x y/n

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joonies-delights · 2 years

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Hi baby! How you're doing? Can I request something?

I'm between a one shot or a ot7 reaction, so I'm gonna let that up to you!

For the one shot something like Jimin going slow but hard on you, in a way to make you just.. completely out of your mind.

Or a ot7 reaction to overstimulating the hell out of you.

Thank you! ❤️

A/n: I'll go with the reaction one since no one had requested for one yet! And i like the idea of it!❤️

BTS Reaction to Overstimulating Reader!

Genre: Reaction

Pairing: Ot7 x Reader

Treats: Overstimulating, Oral (receiving), squirting, degrading, praising

Namjoon

You were a moaning mess. You whined and screamed loudly as you clawed and gripped onto the bedsheets that had your juices stained all over it.

"D-Daddy-AH! Please I can't take it a-anymore!" You begged for Namjoon to pull the vibrating dildo out of your pussy but he strongly refused.

"You've come four times so far. Cmon give me more of your cum. It'll be disappointing if you make me stop now." He scoffed as he continued to fuck the dildo in and out of you hole. "Please. Please. Please. I-Its too much!" You continued to beg. But Namjoon took no pitty. "You wanna be a dissapointment to Daddy? You don't want him to have some fun with you, huh? What a waste~~" He sighed.

"W-What? No D-Daddy I-" Before you could even respond to Namjoon, he took his lips and started sucking and swirling his tongue on your clit. "Ahhhhh fuckkk!~" You moaned and squealed.

"Come for me again you whiny bitch." He growled. Your legs started to shake for him, as you reached your high, and came all over the dildo for the fifth time.

Jin

Jin had his tongue sucking on your wet cunt. Slurping up all of the juices that endlessly leaked from your pussy.

He knew you were sensitive after cumming all over his mouth twice but he couldn't get enough of the taste of your pussy.

"J-Jinnnn ahh it's too much!" You tried squeezing your thighs shut, and pushing his head away with your hand, but Jin would simply stop for a moment to harshly spank your clit with his hand. "I'm not done yet! Stop complaining and cum for me again." He groaned before focusing on your clit.

You felt so sensitive. Your face was heating up, and you were fucked out. But Jin believed you didn't have enough yet.

He gave long licks from your pussy all the way to you clit. Before taking his index and middle fingers and easily sliding them into your wet cunt.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh Jin!~~" You moaned before you reached your high and came all over his fingers.

Jin took his fingers out of your pussy and licked your cum off of them. Before putting his lips on your cunt sucking up the remaining fluids. "Round 4?~" He smirked while looking at your fucked out face.

Yoongi

"Fuck!Fuck! Fuck!" You moaned as you rode Yoongi's cock for him. "That's it, ride my dick like the slut you are." He moaned while he watched your breast bounce up and down.

"I-Its too much. S-So sensitive!" You whined as your movements got sluggish. You came three times on his dick so far, but Yoongi wanted more of your juices flowing all over his dick. It made him feel good and he couldn't get enough of it. Plus he loved seeing how fucked out you looked from cumming all over his cock.

"Ride this dick bitch or I'll make you regret it." Yoongi said as his eyes burned holes through your body. "B-But Yoongi- AH!" You squealed as Yoongi took his hands and held you still by your waist, before thrusting his hips upwards, slamming his dick into your cunt. His cock abused your g-spot, and your eyes rolled back into your head. "Always fucking complaining. Why can't you shut up and ride this dick!" He growled.

"Fuck I’m cummingggg." You moaned loudly as your back arched and you came all over his cock.

Hoseok

Hoseok pulled on your hair as he fucked you from behind. Your hands tried to push him away, but he'd slap your ass signaling you to stop.

"Stop trying to run away bitch, I'm not done with you yet." He spanked you aas again. "Ho-Hoseok please its enough!" you begged. "Well not enough for me!" He snapped back.

Hoseok let go of your hair before bringing your back closer to his muscular toned chest. He kept his rhythm as he fucked your cunt in and out rapidly.

Hoseok then took one of his hands and wrapped it around your throat before taking his other and rubbed it on your clit.

You were a moaning mess and you could hardly hold yourself up on your knees as Hoseok’s cock hit your g-spot mercilessly. "Come for me baby. You can give me more, I know you can. Don't hold back." He started kissing on your neck, as he rubbed your clit faster and fucked your pussy harder.

"Come all over this cock. Fucking wet it with your juices." His grip on your neck tightened. And just like that, he thrusted a few more times before you squirted all over his cock. Hoseok moaned from the feeling of you coming on his dick and moved his hands from your throat and clit, to watch your exhausted body fall onto the bed.

Jimin

You felt the pressure of Jimin's body on you as he wrapped you in your arms. Your legs were wrapped around his lower abdomen allowing him to get his cock deeper into your soaking cunt.

"Oh fuck! You wanna come on this cock again? Hmm? Or are you too tired." Jimin's words purred in your ear. You did nothing but moan and whine. "I-I can't. I-Its too much please!" You stuttered as his cock abused your sweet spot.

"Awww~~ Well that's too damn bad." He teased before moving his lips to your breast and sucked on one, as he groped the other one with his hand.

You tried pushing him away since you felt overwhelmed from the feeling. "Don't push me away darling I know how badly you wanna cum." Jimin's words were right. You wanted to cum but it was too much.

Jimin loved seeing you struggle in his arms. He saw how heavy you were breathing and knew how sensitive you felt. He loved how he felt in so much control.

Jimin felt your pussy tighten as you clawed at his back. "I-Im cominggg fuckkk!" You squealed as you let your juices once again coat Jimins dick.

But Jimin didn't stop there. "Fuck that felt good. I want more!~" He giggled.

Taehyung

"Mmmmm." Taehyung hummed as he was amused from the sight of your fluids smothering all over his fingers.

"T-Taehyung I feel like I’ll pass out if I c-cum again!" You whined, as you breathed heavily. Your clit was so sensitive, but Taehyung still played around with your pussy like it was nothing. You came 5 times, and it still wasn't enough for him.

Anytime you tried to push his fingers away, he'd slap your hand, or your titties as payback.

"I don't care if you're tired. Cum again for me. Come till you pass out. That's when I'll know you're realy tired." He teased, as he quickened his pace with his fingers fucking your pussy.

Taehyung wanted to see you struggle. Which is why overstimulating you was pleasing to him. You whined and moaned from the sensitive yet blissful feeling. Taehyung then took his thumb to rub your clit in circles as his long slender fingers pumped inside of you, reaching all of the sweet places inside like it was nothing.

Your toes curled, and your back arched as he did the 'come here' motion with his fingers. "F-Fuck! Taehyung! AHHHH!" You moaned loudly for him, and just like that you easily came all over his fingers. Your eyes rolled back before they closed shut. And you were breathing heavily before passing out.

Taehyung took the fingers out of your pussy and started to suck on the sweet juices that came all over them.

"Well done baby~"

Jungkook

"Don't move away from me!" Jungkook demanded as he held your thighs down with his arms, to keep your pussy sat on his face.

Jungkook was eating you out as if it were his last meal. You came seven times on his face, and you were practically trying to crawl away from him at this point. But Jungkook didn't want to stop, as he showed no remorse, and had zero plans on letting you escape.

"Fucking cunt tastes so damn good. I want more. Cum all over my face baby. I want every last drop out of this pussy." Jungkook growled as he swirled his tongue over your cunt and clit. Your legs were shaking. His tongue worked wonders on your pussy. It'd go inside your wet hole, and suck on your clit.

Jungkook loved it when you sat your pussy on his face. Because he could easily hold you down whenever he wants with his muscular arms.

"Ahhhhh Jungkook!" You moaned loudly. "I'm cumminggg!!" You squealed before arching your back, and allowed your juices to cum all over Jungkooks mouth.

Jungkook then slapped you ass and continued to eat you out.

"More!" He demanded in a greedy way as he sucked up all of your juices from your cunt.

A/n: Mmmm that was too good💀

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↳ Index [Chapter 03 - Reise]

• Reise (German, journey)

Warnings: Jinnie & OC share a cute friendship date, he tells her his story, there is also lots of grief in this chapter, and vampire on vampire violence & death

Wordcount: 10.3k

a/n: lots is happening in this chapter. get ready, besties

You feel ready to face the world come the next morning. You know that at some point yesterday the others knocked on your door, but you were too busy with housing Yoongi’s face between your legs to open the door for them. They gave up afterwards, doing god knows what.

Yoongi was still in the bathroom, while you were lounging on your bed fully dressed and with your hair actually styled.

Your stomach is rumbling like crazy. You are so hungry. You are going to eat ten servings of breakfast, that much is sure.

“Yoongi, how long are you still going to take? I’m so hungry”, you call out for him.

“Soon. Be patient”, he calls back.

“Uff”, you let out and drop into the sheets, “he’s taking so long.”

As if he heard your words, the lock suddenly turns. You sit back up.

Yoongi comes out in the outfit he chose. Black pants and a black t-shirt. Typical for him. You coo and whistle, flustering him deeply.

“Stop that”, he hisses.

“You are the most handsome”, you gush, “give me a pose.”

“No.”

“Come on, one pose.”

“No.”

You wiggle your brows at him to which he rolls his eyes. He sighs, then gives you the tiniest of poses. Just his arms stretched away from his torso and with his legs perfectly straight.

“Ooh perfect pose. Nine out of ten, the execution was flawless, your face doesn’t convince me however.”

Yoongi drops his arms.

“Whatever, you got your pose. Can we go now?”

“Yes”, you say and waddle to him just to grab his waist and knead it.

“Don’t”, he says, squirming out of your hold like a cat that doesn’t want to be held.

“Are you ticklish? That’s the second time you are squirming. Please tell me that you’re ticklish”, you say, making grabby hands at his waist.

Yoongi dodges you skilfully, grabbing your wrists to hold them tightly.

“I’m not ticklish. I just don’t like being kneaded like I’m bread.”

“But you are bread. You’re my sweet bread.”

“Stop”, he hisses.

“No”, you grin at him.

“You brat”, he mumbles, intertwining his fingers with you to drag you out of the room.

You know that Yoongi doesn’t see brat as an insult – at least not for you or Jungkook – so you giggle, skipping next to him whilst swinging your arms back and forth.

“I’m so happy we’re together again, Yoongi Boongie. I’m so excited to see the world with you.”

Yoongi locks his hotel room then puts the keys into the front pocket of his jacket.

“Don’t get too excited. I can’t promise you lots of sightseeing. Not with my schedule.”

“I’m sure that we will find some time”, you draw closer, squishing your cheek against his shoulder, “if not, I’ll just have to force you to relax.”

He sneaks a glance at you, trying to frown but ending up giving your cheek a soft peck.

“You should get some breakfast before anything else”, he says, “I don’t want you walking around hungry.”

“Mhm right”, you agree, “I’m so hungry already. I plan on emptying the entire buffet.”

“I’m sure you will. You should eat lots, princess. You need the strength”, he says, caressing your knuckles.

You meet Hoseok by the elevator.

“Oh? Hey guys”, he says and yawns, “how did you sleep?”

“Better than you so it seems”, you say, sticking your finger into his open mouth which earns you a soft bite.

With a hiss you pull back, sending him a look while Hoseok is grinning boyishly.

“I actually slept very well. Too well, if I’m being honest”, he says, stepping into the elevator, “The others and I went out last night and it got pretty late. We wanted to ask you guys if you wanted to come but you were fucking.”

“So uncalled for, Hobi” you mumble, feeling your cheeks heat up.

“Don’t worry, you guys sound good when you fuck.”

“Hoseok”, you warn.

“Okay, okay sorry”, Hoseok chuckles, lifting his hands in defeat.

“Tch so rude”, you mumble, nudging his tummy, “either way. Where did you guys go?”

“Just a rave. Tae knew about it and asked us to go with him. You guys, people in Berlin know how to rave. I had so much fun, no joke”, Hoseok says.

“Mhm, I bet you did.”

“Yeah and Tae tried to flirt with Kook all night, but Kook refused him. Honestly? I think something happened between those two that Kook doesn’t want to tell us. There is a weird energy between them, which I can’t quite make out.”

“So you noticed it too? I felt it too”, you agree.

“Yeah it’s so strange. I’m telling you, those two are gonna fuck real soon. I can feel it.”

“Tch”, you chuckle, “I think you’re just being a perv again. Seriously Hobi, stop being so invested on other people’s sex life.”

Hoseok grins boyishly, “I’ll try”, he says, not meaning it. Then he averts his eyes to Yoongi, “how are you, man? I didn’t get a chance to talk to you yesterday, given how you and ___ just bailed and then railed each other for an entire day.”

“Geez Hoseok”, you murmur, flustering deeply.

Yoongi doesn’t show that he was flustered, looking at Hoseok with a neutral expression.

“I’m good”, he answers him nonchalantly.

“I heard that you are feeling these days”, Hoseok smiles then places his hand on Yoongi’s shoulder, “I’m happy for you.”

“Thanks”, Yoongi mumbles, now clearly flustered, “I uhm..” he clears his throat, “…you dyed your hair?” his sentence almost sounds like a question, as if he wanted to make sure that such a sentence was a good small talk starter.

Hoseok touches his black hair, fixing his sides with the back of his hands.

“I did. I was getting fed up with always having to redo the blonde, so I’m keeping it simple these days”, he says, fluffing up the back, “although I’m keeping it longer. It suits me, doesn’t it?”

“Yeah, uh…it’s uh…a good length.”

“Thanks”, Hoseok gives Yoongi a sweet grin, making the latter look away in shyness. Hoseok gives him one last pat on his shoulder then steps back, exchanging a knowing look with you. This right here was Yoongi trying to be nice and being very awkward about making friends. You won’t call him out on it. It’s way too sweet to ruin it.

“I see that you’re growing your hair too. It’s funky, I like it”, Hoseok compliments Yoongi to which the latter flusters and touches the side of his neck.

“Thanks”, he mumbles.

Hoseok turns to you, knowing that Yoongi already said what he wanted to say.

“So did you guys catch up with each other?” he asks.

“You’re gross.”

“I’m not gross”, he says and studies your neck, “it seems like you guys did.”

“You are so inappropriate”, you groan, covering your neck, “where are the others?”

“Eating breakfast. They woke up early and went downstairs already. I don’t get how they did, it became so later yesterday. I almost didn’t manage to get outta bed today and that says a lot because normally I’m always the first one awake.”

“Maybe you just slept deeper than the others.”

“Yeah, probably. The pillows are so comfortable.”

“Right? I think so too. Gosh, no joke though? I can’t wait to eat. I’m so freaking hungry”, you say, stepping out the elevator as it arrived in the lobby just this moment.

“You’ll get food soon, I’m sure of it”, Hoseok assures you, walking next to you with a smooth swing in his hips. The chains on his baggy jeans make a little jingling sound with each step he takes.

The hotel’s restaurant is located just past the lobby, behind a set of swing doors. They are currently held open by two big statues, giving view to the tables and the busy restaurant.

You abandon Yoongi and Hoseok by them, hurrying straight to the buffet. You are way too hungry to care about anything other than food.

It was the right decision. You are greeted with the most delicious looking food and an array of beverages to accompany it and for the next minutes you are focused on nothing other than getting the best array of food onto your plates.

You decide to go for one plate of salty food and one plate of sweet food, topping it with a cup of tea and a glass of orange juice. Truly, you feel in breakfast paradise, hurrying to your table with a tray in your hands.

The others picked out a table in the darkest corner of the restaurant, far away from sunlight so they wouldn’t have to sit in this room with sunglasses on. It’s a good decision, otherwise they would draw way too much attention on them.

Jungkook is frowning at Taehyung, chewing his breakfast donut way too aggressively when you arrive by the table. The latter is talking to Seokjin, oblivious to Jungkook’s stares. Or at least he acts oblivious to them.

“Good morning”, you greet them.

Jungkook’s eyes shift to you, lighting up.

“Good morning, ___. How are you?” he says and smiles.

“Very good and you?” you say, sitting down with Yoongi’s help.

“So good”, Jungkook scrunches his nose up, “I’m so happy that you are here now. I really missed you.”

“I missed you too, Kookie. I’m happy to be here with you”, you say and thank Yoongi for pushing in your chair, “waah I can’t wait to dig in”, you say and shift your full attention to the food.

Yoongi sits back down, accepting the cup of coffee you brought him. He drinks it with sparkling eyes, even if other than that, he looks unaffected by the gesture.

“The food’s amazing, isn’t it?” Seokjin asks.

“It’s amazing”, you mumble with your mouth full.

Seokjin smiles fondly and looks at Yoongi.

“Hey.”

“I heard that you’re still looking for Emma.”

“Yes, but I have a lead. I want to check it out today.”

“Mhm, maybe you’ll find her.”

“Thank you. I hope so too.”

“How long are you guys going to stay?” Jungkook asks.

“A while. I can’t say yet”, you say, glancing at Yoongi, “you won’t get rid of me that easily however, I plan on being by your side for a long time.”

Yoongi lowers his eyes shyly.

“That’s good news. I’m happy that you are here now”, Jungkook says and grins, “I swear it’s been too long since we last talked.”

“Right? We really have to catch up”, you agree.

“Yes, indeed. I would love to catch up with you”, Taehyung says, sending Jungkook a look.

One which Jungkook ignores with a clenched jaw. There it was again, that weird tension between them.

“I heard that you want to find Emma in Berlin”, Jungkook says, looking at Seokjin, “that’s so cool, hyung. I seriously hope that you will find her.”

One must know that they had this same exact conversation already. Jungkook is attempting to act uninterested in Taehyung’s attention.

“Me too to be honest”, luckily for him, Seokjin is burning to talk about it again. It is, after all, everything he is thinking about lately, “I miss her more and more each day”, he says, sighing loudly, “I feel like my heart could burst with all the love I have for her.”

“Maybe you should prepare for the worst”, Yoongi says, making you all look at him, “I’m just saying, you haven’t seen Emma in a century. She could have changed or found someone else.”

“Yoongi, don’t say that”, you whisper, nudging his arm.

“What? I’m just saying”, Yoongi whines.

“Yes, but let’s hope for the best first and think of the worst last.”

Yoongi frowns, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

“No, he’s right”, Seokjin says, “I shouldn’t put so much hope in this search. I know that it will end in more heartbreak than happiness. I’m so fucking childish, aren’t I?”

“No, you’re not.”

“Maybe just really naïve”, Yoongi says.

“Yoongi, come on”, you whisper.

“What? I’m just saying.”

“Seriously, it’s fine ___”, Seokjin assures you, “I can take the truth. I actually prefer it. Thank you for keeping it real, Yoongi.”

“Mhm yeah”, Yoongi nods his head, “I hope that you find her and it turns out well for you. Don’t think that I don’t.”

“I know, thank you”, Seokjin gives him a smile. One which Yoongi doesn’t retort as he is far too shy to do so. Seokjin looks at the rest of you, “I’ll leave after breakfast. You guys are free to join me if you want to.”

“I’ll pass. Kook and I have to track down a few of Namjoon’s followers. You guys are free to join us”, Yoongi says and looks at you, “not you though. You should go with Seokjin, it’s too dangerous with us.”

“I figured that it was”, you say, looking at Seokjin, “can I come with you? I promise that I’ll be quiet if you find her. You won’t even notice that I’m here.”

“Of course you can come”, Seokjin says, nodding his head, “I’ll just have to change into different clothes and then we can go.”

“Sure, take your time. I’ll be getting another plate of those amazing scrambled eggs either way”, you say, standing up to refill your plate.

You retreat to your rooms after breakfast, getting ready for the day. While Yoongi and his group prepare by putting on their sturdiest clothes, you and Seokjin choose something light to walk around in. After all, you weren’t planning on fighting anyone today. At least you hope that you won’t have to.

You meet up again outside the hotel where Yoongi already parked his car. The latter lets his eyes run up and down your body once before he looks at Seokjin instead.

“I’m trusting you to keep her safe”, he tells him.

“Don’t worry, I will”, Seokjin promises him.

“Good”, Yoongi says and turns to you.

“Stay safe”, you say and step close to kiss his lips, but Yoongi takes a step back. He sends you a look, one you figured out long ago stems from a place of discomfort public shows of affection bring him.

“Uhm”, he places his hand atop your head to give you two pats. Then he steps back, “I’ll see you later”, he says and presses himself past you to stomp to the car.

“Don’t take it personal, ___”, Hoseok tries to comfort you, but you dismiss him with a shake of your head.

“I know how he meant it. I know how he is.”

“Well, that’s good. I’m sure he’s very thrilled about your sweet words.”

“I’m sure he is”, Taehyung says with a reassuring smile. He leans in to kiss your cheek, “stay safe, my darling. And call me if you need anything.”

“You too, my darling. I’ll call you”, you tell him, looking at the others, “and you too. I want you all back in one piece.”

“We will, don’t worry”, Hoseok says.

“I’ll see you later, ___”, Jungkook says and grins.

He is the first one to leave, taking the passenger seat. Taehyung is next, wishing you a nice day. Hoseok was the last one to leave, giving Seokjin and you a hug each. They drive off moments later, leaving you and Seokjin alone by the hotel.

You turn to Seokjin.

“So where to now?” you ask him. He is looking into his phone as he is currently planning the route you will have to take to get to your destination. He lifts his eyes, looking at you.

“The train station. According to my sources, Emma was spotted a little outside of Berlin”, Seokjin explains.

“Lead the way then”, you say, beginning your journey of finding Emma.

Seokjin is shimmying nervously the entire train ride with his left knee bouncing up and down nervously and his nails between his teeth. He doesn’t talk a lot as he is most definitely lost in his thoughts. You understand him. It must be really exciting for him to possibly meet Emma today. You spent most of the time reading the book you brought with you. It was a really good book.

You lift your head to check up on him. He is shimmying even more than he did before. Poor boy. You place the bookmark on the right page and set the book aside after to reach over and pat his knee.

Seokjin flinches as he didn’t expect the touch, breaking his eyes away from outside to look at you.

“Are you okay?” you ask him.

“Why?”

“Because you’ve been fidgeting ever since we boarded this train.”

“No, I’m literally dying in nervousness”, Seokjin confesses, “I could potentially meet Emma today. It’s killing me. Do I look good? Did I overdo it?”

You study him from head to toe.

Seokjin decided on a combination of a beige linen suit and a white button up under a linen corset vest. It is accentuating his petite waist and broad shoulders. He also opted for closed brown leather shoes, but already regrets his choice as his feet are terribly hot. He wanted to wears gloves as well, but thankfully decided against them, going for golden rings and an expensive watch instead.

“I think you look very handsome”, you tell him.

Seokjin looks at his own reflection in the train window, fixing strands of his hair. It didn’t need any fixing, but Seokjin thought that it really did.

“Did I overdress? Oh god, did I actually overdress?” he says, twisting and turning in his seat as he inspects his distorted reflection. He has long stopped dressing well every day. He did so for the longest time, but as the decades became more relaxed and the fashion less and less body fitting, Seokjin also stopped dressing up daily. He still likes to dress well, but he doesn’t do so every day. There are even days where he spends his hours in nothing but his pyjamas and fluffy slippers. He calls those days his free days and wants to do nothing more than lie around and play games. He thinks that he might have overdressed today. He looks ridiculous.

“No, you look good”, you assure him, “don’t worry Jinnie, she’ll see you and swoon.”

Seokjin looks at you with pink ears.

“You think so?” he asks in a shy voice.

“Yes, I really do”, you say, giving him a smile, “it fits you very well.”

Seokjin touches his own tummy, rubbing it gently.

“Thank you”, he murmurs shyly, eyes running over his own legs, “I probably should have dressed in white tie attire, because she doesn’t deserve any less. Oh dear, did I under dress?” he gasps with widened eyes, “should I have worn a tie? I should have, shouldn’t I? Oh god.”

Seokjin quickly fetches his phone and looks for the closest tailor. “I have to get tie. A, a brown one, matching with my shoes. Or perhaps should I get a black one for a certain dot of change? Maybe a colourful one would be best”, he babbles and huffs out air, touching his own forehead, “I can’t decide. What if I choose the wrong colour and Emma will hate it? ___, I don’t know what to do”, he says, looking at you for help.

“Relax. You look handsome just the way you are”, you assure him, taking his hand to squeeze it gently, “don’t worry about it too much.”

Seokjin exhales loudly, sagging his shoulders in defeat.

“You are right. Oh god, I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I’m so nervous. This is the clearest lead I’ve ever gotten. I’ve never been that close to finding her.”

“I can only imagine how excited you are.”

“I’m so excited, but also really nervous. Do you really think that she’ll like my outfit?”

“Yes, she will. I’m honest.”

“Okay, okay. Good, yes good”, Seokjin exhales in relief, “I’m seriously going insane.”

“I can’t even tell”, you tease him.

Seokjin wanted to throw something back at you, but can’t as the train announces your stop.

“Oh! It’s our stop”, he gasps, jumping to his feet, “quick! It’s our stop!”

“Seokjin, wait for me”, you say, stumbling to your feet and running after Seokjin.

Seokjin is already by the door, fumbling with the buttons on his vest. He wonders if people can see how nervous he was or if he is hiding it well enough.

The doors open. You reach his side, panting slightly.

“You are way too fast”, you say.

You let a couple and an elderly man leave the train before you, then it is finally your turn to get off. The crowd is tense on the platform, an array of languages surrounds you. Many Seokjin understands, but countless more are unknown to him. There is a British couple arguing about whether or not they have to take this train three stations or two. There is a group of Turkish girls giggling about how beautiful it was here and that the sun was just right. Seokjin agrees with them, fixing the dark sunglasses perched atop his nose. As long as he has his glasses, the sun is wonderful. There is a friend group of Korean guys, who currently talk about whether to go left or right on the platform. They send Seokjin a look as you and he pass them and for a moment he wonders if they wanted to call out to him to ask for his advice. He hopes that they don’t because his Korean is rusty these days. They don’t in the end and the two of you leave them on the platform, never to see them again.

There are also too many locals to count, speaking on the phone, listening to music, talking to each other. Seokjin understands their conversations, but soon stops listening in, hurrying up the stairs to the exit.

He takes two at a time, careful not to bump into people.

“Seokjin slow down, I’m not that fast”, you complain, trying to keep up with him.

Seokjin turns, looking at you.

“I’m sorry”, he says, slowing down, “I was lost in my thoughts. Are you okay?”

“Yes, just out of breath”, you reach his side, holding his arm to make sure that he can’t escape again, “what were you thinking about either way?”

“Just that there are many people here”, he says, intertwining his fingers with you, “come, let’s get outside. I’m sure there are less people on the street.”

Seokjin was right. The crowds become less tense once you are upstairs, breaking up completely once you are outside the station.

The two of you stop just a few steps down the road under a tall oak tree. He inhales deeply. You do the same. The air is so much fresher here than it was in Berlin.

“It smells so good here”, you say.

“I think so too”, he agrees and sighs, “it’s good. It means that Emma can breathe in good air day by day.”

You sneak a glance at him, having to smile fondly. He is adorable when he is in love.

Seokjin scrunches his nose up at the feeling of butterflies in his tummy. He giggles and continues walking with a slight skip in his steps, swinging your hands back and forth.

“Do you think that she will recognise me?”

“I’m sure she will.”

“How do you think will she react? I’m so scared that she doesn’t want to see me or hear me out.”

“I mean, the possibility is definitely there, but I am sure that it won’t be like that.”

“Oh god do you think so? Oh god what if I mess up?” he says, touching his own forehead, “I’ve been practicing my words in my head ever since the morning, but what if I mess up?”

“Well, what do you want to do?” you ask him.

“I will start by greeting her. I have to get a bouquet of tulips. In yellow, because that has always been her favourite colour. She says it’s because yellow makes her skin glow and I think so too”, he says, smiling, “oh ___, I’ve always loved it most when she wore yellow dresses, she looked so beautiful in them”, Seokjin says and smiles dreamily, doing a little skip in his steps because he felt happy, “I can’t wait to see her again. I’m sure that she is even more beautiful than she was in the past. She has to be. She is Emma. Of course she will grow more beautiful day by day.”

“You are so whipped”, you say, nudging his arm with your own.

He sends you a look, pouting. His ears are beet red in embarrassment.

“Whatever, I’m just saying”, he mumbles, making you chuckle fondly.

You cross into a corner, dodging a woman before she could collide with you. You cross paths with a mellifluous scent of fresh coffee next. It halts your steps.

“Oh it smells amazing here”, you say.

“Right?” Seokjin agrees.

The two of you backtrack, looking into the opened café. There are currently three other people inside the small shop and the radio play slow jazz.

“Do you want to get a cup?” he offers.

“Only if they offer tea. I don’t like coffee”, you say.

“Want to check it out?”

“We could do that.”

And so it happens that you enter the café together, getting in line behind the other customers. You turn to Seokjin.

“So you plan on getting her tulips. Why is that?”

“Tulips have always been her favourite flowers”, Seokjin explains, “when we were dating, we had this tradition that I would bring home tulips after work and in return she would kiss my cheek. I always loved the tradition and I thought that maybe if I showed up with tulips, she would know who I am.”

“This is really sweet of you. Gosh Jinnie, you are really going all out aren’t you?”

“Am I overdoing it?”

“No, I don’t think you are.”

“Okay, okay good”, Seokjin says and looks around the café.

You do the same and for the next few minutes you share silence as you people watch.

The lady before you orders a macchiato and a croissant. She leaves after getting both. An elderly lady eats cake by the window and drinks black coffee with it. Another lady eats onion soup with fresh cheese sticks. There is also another young woman right behind you, reading a book whilst standing.

“It seems that this café is very popular with the ladies”, Seokjin says.

“Yes, it’s really pretty. I can see why.”

“Do you think that I should take Emma here for a date?”

“I mean, it is a beautiful spot”, you say, “maybe you could ask her.”

“Yes, I will do that”, Seokjin says and nods his head.

It is your turn to order. You choose to go with a cup of peppermint tea and a chocolate donut and Seokjin chooses to go with a cup of mocha latte.

You leave the café together, enjoying your refreshments whilst wandering through the beautiful streets. The buildings have many years written on them, but it is clear that they are well loved by the city. The architecture may be a part of history, but the façades are all clean. You think that Taehyung would love this type of architecture and if he was with you right now, he would ask to take a picture of you in front of one of the houses.

“May I ask”, you break the comfortable silence, “where did you hear about Emma’s whereabouts?”

“An old friend of mine”, Seokjin answers you, “he said that his partner spotted someone with Emma’s features boarding the train to Bernau.”

“I see. And is that source trustworthy?”

“I really hope that he is, otherwise I’ll be heartbroken.”

“Well then, let’s hope that he is”, you say, “how is your coffee?”

“Really good. How’s your tea?”

“Yummy.”

“Good, that’s good”, Seokjin says, stopping in his steps, “we have to go there”, he tells you, disappearing in a narrow alleyway.

You follow him.

“Where are we going now?” you ask him.

“A florist”, he says, looking into his phone, “I have to get tulips first.”

“I see. And where do we have to go then?”

“I can’t say yet. She must be somewhere here so maybe let’s walk around and hope that we can bump into her.”

“That sounds like a plan”, you say, taking a bite of your donut.

And so it happens that you and Seokjin find yourself wandering the streets of this small German town, gradually finishing your refreshments and talking about Seokjin’s life with Emma.

He tells you about how he met her when she just turned twenty three and that they spent six years together. Emma lived comfortably back then. She was neither a factory worker nor was she also part of the elite. Her father was a merchant doing trade with the Middle East and brought home enough money that they could live comfortably in a townhouse in London. Seokjin lived in London at that time as well, spending his days at the libraries in search for something that could entertain his endless boredom. He met Emma during one of his library visits and they instantly clicked.

Seokjin tells you that he planned on marrying her, but that he never got the chance to propose as she died before that could happen. He says that these days he knows that she didn’t and he admits that it hurts him that she never set out to look for him, but that he can’t blame her.

Seokjin also tells you that he tried to live a good life in case Emma stumbled upon him. He wanted to make a good impression on her and not scare her away.

Seokjin tells you about his time in the Wars. He hated it, but he saw it as his duty. If other men had to leave their homes, so had he. He healed a lot of people in the war with the help of his blood. He thought about being a vampire differently back then. He was more reckless. He thinks that he might have turned a few people as well without knowing that he did. The ones who were already too close to dying. Seokjin tells you that he never checked up on them again, but he thinks that he might have turned a few people without wanting to. Seokjin hopes that if he did, they are living a good life these days. Imagining that they couldn’t and that he was the reason for it, fills him with too much grief.

You assure him that if he did, they surely are because they had him as a sire. Seokjin smiled at you because of it and continued his story when you asked for more.

The sun had long passed its zenith by that time and Seokjin was able to take off his sunglasses. You had also checked on a big part of town already, but hadn’t met Emma yet.

Seokjin tells you that the years after Emma were filled with grief and hatred. He knew of Alpha, but could never bear to face them. He hated them so much that he wanted them dead, but he knew of their ages and knew not to intervene. Seokjin admits that there were many moments where he considered fighting them just so they could kill him and take the pain of losing Emma from him. Seokjin never really went through with it. So Seokjin left Europe to return to his home country, hoping to find happiness there and he did.

Seokjin met Jungkook in the seventies. The younger vampire lived in the sewers under the city of Busan at that time. Seokjin accidentally stumbled upon him as he followed a trail blood. Jungkook was in the middle of ripping a poor man apart and at first Seokjin wanted to kill him, but then Jungkook began crying. He fell to his knees and looked at Seokjin with innocent, heartbroken eyes and the involuntary murder covering his entire face and he begged him for help. That was when Seokjin felt pity for him, so he tells you, and he decided to take him in and the days of loneliness finally stopped.

Seokjin tells you that he trained a lot with Jungkook and that he is aware that he didn’t help him even remotely as much as Yoongi does these days, but that he tried to help as best as possible nonetheless. He gave him one of his rooms, bathed and clothed him and then introduced him to feeding from blood bags. And while Jungkook always turned feral when he ate and on many occasions that meant that Seokjin ended up with clashing bite wounds or broken bones, he never for a second regretted taking him in.

You tell him that you were happy that he met Jungkook and that you were happy that they were still friends these days. By now the sun had wandered closer to the horizon and the town was hued in golden light. Emma you still haven’t found and the tulips began welting just slightly. Seokjin seemed hopeful still.

They met Hoseok two months after he turned. Seokjin showed him control as best as possible while Jungkook tried not to bite him too often. Hoseok never had problems with control, so Seokjin tells you. Sometimes they joked that if they hadn’t found him as early, Hoseok would have had moments of lost control as well. But maybe Hoseok was just incredibly talented in control.

You agree with a fond chuckle.

Hoseok moved in with them soon after, but spent many days away from them as he wanted to travel the world. Seokjin and Jungkook wanted to come with him, but Jungkook couldn’t really leave the house back in the days. So Seokjin stayed with him, never once regretting it.

“I can imagine”, you say, “I’m really happy that you guys found each other. The bond you share is really precious, I think.”

Seokjin gives you a smile, “thank you”, he says and nudges your arm, “and now we found you. Our little family is growing.”

His words make you feel warm in your chest.

“Yeah, it’s growing”, you say, giving him a fond smile, “now where do we have to go next? It’s already getting dark.”

Seokjin’s smile drops, sadness replaces it.

“I don’t know”, he says, dropping onto a bench, “we’ve looked everywhere, but haven’t found her”, he says, looking at the wilted tulips, “fuck, I’m so stupid. Why did I think this could work? That I could just go to a random town and find her? It’s so goddamn dumb.”

You sit down next to him.

“Maybe we haven’t looked everywhere?”

“We have. You know that we have. If Emma was here, we would have found her”, Seokjin says, sagging his shoulders, “let’s go back to the hotel. This search feels hopeless.”

“Are you sure? Maybe we just have to try one more time?”

“No”, Seokjin shakes his head, “no, it was the same shit in New York and later Amsterdam. I follow stupid leads, buy tulips, only to realise that I’ve been chasing ghosts. Emma isn’t here. Fuck”, he presses out the last word, lowering his head, “I’m so fucking stupid.”

“No, you’re not. You’re hopeful that doesn’t make you stupid.”

“Then it makes me naïve. Let’s be honest.”

“Gosh, Jinnie I’m so sorry. Do you want a hug?”

“Yeah, I think I do”, he whispers, falling into your arms and resting his head on your shoulders.

“I wouldn’t mind walking another round”, you tell him, rubbing his back soothingly.

“I don’t know”, he says, “the tulips are already dead.”

“So let’s meet her without them. I’m sure she’ll appreciate the gesture nonetheless.”

“You are so positive. I want what you have”, he says, breaking away from you. He sends you a sad look, “fuck sorry, I was so preoccupied with telling you about me that I didn’t even notice that we were failing. And now it’s all coming back to me. I’m failing, aren’t I?”

“No, don’t say that. Even if we can’t find her tonight, I’m sure that we will find her somewhere else. I believe in your reunion”, you say, giving his thigh a soft squeeze.

“Thanks”, he whispers and sighs in defeat, “do you think that the others have more luck?” he asks you.

“I don’t know”, you answer him.

Jungkook is chasing after a Glutton, his face is covered in blood and from his exposed fangs acid drips. The Gluttons knows that she has no chance at escape. Not only is Jungkook a Ripper, but he has seven decades on her. She has no chance, even if she tries to run. He will catch her. And rip her to shreds. She passes by Luc. Luc was her friend, but he is dead by now. Killed by the Creator of whom she only heard stories of. Min Yoongi. The vampire that hunts vampires. Namjoon told her that she won’t ever have to meet him. She believed him and allowed him to turn her. She finally begins to realise that Namjoon lied to her back then and she wonders what else he lied about. Was he ever planning on keeping her safe? On making her his queen? Did he ever really love her or did all the sex she had with him mean nothing to him? Did he use her? Why is he not here? Why is he allowing his creations to be slaughtered?

She collides with a chest, screaming up in fear. Strong hands hold her arms, keeping her from fleeing. Her fearful eyes lift, locking eyes not with the Ripper like she expected to but with someone else. His eyes were dark red, his cheeks covered in black veins and from his fangs black blood was dripping.

“Who are you?” she presses out, “let me go! He will catch me!” she yells at him, eyes flitting behind her own back where the Ripper inches closer and closer, “let me go! He will kill me! He will-”

Her voice gets stolen from her as the unknown vampire rips through her throat. She gurgles and chokes, fighting for air and knowing that it won’t come.

“Die!” the vampire screams at her, throwing her to the ground. She slides past Jungkook, fighting for air as now her lungs were protesting from the impact. Seconds later she stops feeling as the vampire straddles her and begins bashing in her face.

“Die! Die! Die!” he screams, bringing her closer to actual death with every punch he throws.

This is the end, she thinks and stops thinking as darkness engulfs her.

“Die! You ugly cunt die! I hate you! Die! You killed him! Die! Die! Die!” Taehyung screams, punching the vampire over and over and over again. He is doing it. He is seeking revenge for Jimin. He is killing all of them. He is hurting Namjoon with it. “Die! Die! I hate you so much! Die!” He can’t remember how many he killed already. He blacked out with the first punch he threw. Did Yoongi even say that he wanted them dead? Taehyung can’t remember. He doesn’t care. He wants them dead. All of them. They need to die.

“Die! Fucking die!” Taehyung screams, having punched her head so many times already that by now he is punching his fists into a puddle of goo and the hard asphalt, “die! Fucking die!”

“Taehyung hey! Taehyung! Stop! Tae stop!” Yoongi has to yell over Taehyung’s heartbreaking screams. His grip is tight on the younger vampire’s shoulders.

“Die! You did this! You did this! Die!”

“Taehyung! Stop! They’re already dead! Tae stop! There’s nothing left of them! Stop!”

Yoongi finally manages to pull him away, getting in front of him so he can’t storm back to the vampire.

“Leave. We’ll join you later”, he says over his shoulder at Jungkook and Hoseok and then the others lay forgotten to him, “I’m here now, Tae. Calm down.”

He wraps his arm around Taehyung’s waist so he can push him out of the hall this way.

Taehyung lets him, screaming graphic curses at the already dead vampires. Only once he is outside and Yoongi managed to put quite a lot of distance between them and the factory, does Taehyung finally stop fighting him.

Taehyung roars, whipping around the rip out a poor, unsuspecting lamp post. Sparks of electricity cut through the air. Yoongi dodges them while Taehyung doesn’t even feel them hit his skin. He screams and throws the pole as far as it can go, which results in it piercing the asphalt a good four hundred feet away from them. It wobbles a few times before standing completely still.

Yoongi lets him, knowing that nobody can see them. Taehyung needs it. Yoongi knows that he does.

Because after the outburst of anger, heartbreak follows. Taehyung wails, falling to his knees because the pain is dragging him down. He punches the asphalt. He punches and punches and punches until his hand is broken and even then he continues. He heals and punches and breaks his bones only to heal and repeat the process over and over again until the asphalt is grinded into fine powder and he physically couldn’t take another round of broken bones.

Taehyung wheezes for air, staring at his shaking fingers. They are covered in his blood and the remnants of street. His hot tears drip down on his skin, washing away the dirt in streaks.

He gasps loudly, fighting for his right to breathe, sobbing because it doesn’t stop. No matter what he does, the pain doesn’t stop. And so he screams again. He screams and it doesn’t help. He killed them and it didn’t help. He hurt himself and it didn’t help. Nothing helps. He is hurting and nothing makes it stop.

Yoongi squats down in front of him, taking his hand. There are pieces of asphalt in his skin. Yoongi picks them out wordlessly and Taehyung lets him, crying loudly whilst clutching Yoongi’s hand as the only support he currently has. He sits down on the wet ground, soaking his clothes but why should he care? Why should he care about stupid fucking shit like wet clothes when his best friend is dead? Why should he care about anything?

“Don’t do it”, Yoongi says, squeezing Taehyung’s hand.

Taehyung, who wanted to turn it all off, lifts his head to gawk at Yoongi.

“I know it’s tempting, but don’t do it”, Yoongi says.

“Why not?” Taehyung’s face contorts in pain, “it hurts so much. I don’t know what to do.”

“I know Tae, I know.”

“I don’t know what to do with it. I love him so much and now that he is gone I don’t know what do to with it. It sits in my chest and hurts me. I don’t want to love him anymore, it hurts so much.”

“I know exactly how you feel, Tae. I’m here for you. Share the pain with me”, Yoongi insists.

“I can’t do this anymore. My life is a living hell”, Taehyung sobs, dropping his head, “I want to die. Please kill me, hyung. Please.”

“I’m not gonna do that, get that outta your head.”

“Please”, Taehyung sobs, “please I can’t live without him. I can’t do this anymore.”

“I know how you feel, Tae”, Yoongi says, cupping Taehyung’s cheek to tilt his head up, “there are no words to describe how much you are hurting and every single second feels like a century of agony.”

Taehyung sobs because Yoongi speaks what he can’t put into words.

“I know how much it hurts. Fucking hell, it hurts so fucking much. Come here, Tae”, Yoongi says and pulls Taehyung into a hug by the back of his head.

Their chests collide harshly, Taehyung’s face gets pressed into the crook of Yoongi’s neck.

“I’m here for you. I know how it feels to lose your best friend. The pain is unbearable, I know”, Yoongi says, hugging him tightly, “but please don’t turn it off. Use me to feel better, just don’t turn it off.”

Taehyung wraps his arms around Yoongi’s waist, whimpering a helpless “hyung” before falling back into his sobs and desperate cries.

“I’m here now, Tae. I’m here”, Yoongi whispers and holds him for as long as he needs to.

They don’t know how much time passed. Neither of them care. Yoongi knows that Taehyung needed to cry while Taehyung was just happy to have someone to lean on. To kill Namjoon’s creations knowing it was fruitless because even all the murders he will commit won’t bring Jimin back, broke Taehyung. Even if he finds Namjoon, even if he stares into his eyes and asks him why he killed Jimin, the outcome will be the same. Jimin is dead and Taehyung has to spend eternity without him. The fact became so painfully clear to him now that he was confronted with Namjoon’s creations. They get to live while his best friend had to die. Taehyung hated them so very much that he couldn’t stop. Even long after they were dead he couldn’t stop, wishing for them to die over and over again.

He would have turned it off tonight. If Yoongi wasn’t with him, holding him and understanding his pain, Taehyung would have turned it off. One year and his heart hurts just as much as it did on the day he lost Jimin. Taehyung can’t bear the pain anymore. Yoongi is the only thing keeping him from turning it all off.

Taehyung long stopped crying by now, head resting on Yoongi’s thigh and eyes glued to the lamp post in the distance. Yoongi runs his fingers through Taehyung’s hair, staring out into the night. His left hand is propped up on the asphalt, supporting his weight.

The position they find themselves in is peculiar, but Yoongi knows that Taehyung needed it. He was in the same situation than Taehyung long ago. After the human crafted the attack on him and the other Creators, Yoongi hurt unbearably for many years. He killed too many people to count in hopes of lessening the grief, but no amount of killing made the pain go away. So Yoongi understands why Taehyung lost control tonight. Why one single punch broke every ounce of self-control he possessed and why the taste of blood turned him maniac. He understands because he was in his situation as well. Too many times to count.

“Why do you want to help me?” Taehyung whispers.

“Why not?”

“Please answer my question.”

“Because”, Yoongi hesitates, eyes drifting up at the sky. He shifts his legs a little, making Taehyung’s head rise and sink with it.

Six months ago the situation between the two vampires was entirely different. Messed up and soaked with too much distaste. Never hatred, because while they fought a lot, they were still friends in the end. Friends of too many centuries, which perhaps explains why they fought so passionately without fearing that their bond may break. And while Yoongi still possessed distaste for what Taehyung did to you, he doesn’t want to punish him anymore. He can sense when someone needs help and if one of his longest friends was soaked in it, Yoongi can’t bear to stand idle by.

“Because I went through all my shit without anyone by my side and I don’t want people to feel the way I had to feel during those times”, he says.

“I see”, Taehyung whispers.

Yoongi runs his fingers through Taehyung’s hair, watching the silent tears run down his face. He wipes them away wordlessly and begins massaging Taehyung’s earlobe. The latter reacts accordingly. His eyes fall closed, some of the tension in his face disappears.

“I regret locking you up”, Yoongi says.

Taehyung lifts his head, holding his breath in shock. Yoongi glances at him.

“You were a victim, not the culprit. I shouldn’t have kept you locked up for so long. I’m sorry.”

“It’s…I don’t know what to say.”

“It’s okay. It’s better if you don’t. It’s so fucking dumb to talk about.”

“No it’s good. I like talking to you. We haven’t ever done that.”

“That’s not true. We talked. In the prison when I consoled you”, Yoongi glances at him, “and the music nights”, he adds quietly.

“Ah yes, the music nights”, Taehyung says and smiles, “I guess I was wrong. Perhaps we stopped talking then.”

“Mhm, perhaps.”

“Why?”

“Because you piss me off so often.”

“I piss you off?”

“You’re reckless and get off on fucked up shit. It disgusts me that you do. Whenever I think of what you like in the bedroom, I dislike you.”

“Your honesty is harsh and hurts.”

“But it’s honest. I couldn’t give two shits about being honest with people I don’t care for.”

“So you care for me?”

“I don’t know, you punk.”

Taehyung laughs softly, lowering his head back onto Yoongi’s thigh. He runs his hand up and down the inside of it even if Yoongi tenses his muscles because of it. He tenses them, but doesn’t pull away for now.

“I care for you too, hyung”, Taehyung confesses, “even if we fight a lot, I still care about you.”

“Yeah, we fight a lot, don’t we?”

“Yes, we do.”

“It’s ‘cause you piss me off.”

Taehyung chuckles honestly, “you annoy me many times as well, don’t think so highly of yourself.”

Yoongi scoffs, “I guess”, he says, shaking his thigh, “stop touching my thigh like that, you punk.”

Taehyung rolls onto his back, looking up at Yoongi. He caresses his tummy instead, running the back of his hand back and forth and forcing Yoongi to tense his muscles.

“Stop touching my stomach. What did I just tell you?” Yoongi hisses.

“You merely told me to stop touching your thigh, you never said not to touch your stomach”, Taehyung defends himself which earns him Yoongi’s fist against his chin in a tender nudge.

“Punk”, Yoongi murmurs, shifting his eyes back into the night.

Taehyung lets his eyes wander over Yoongi’s features. The last time he talked to the older vampire, they wanted to kill each other and Taehyung tried to hurt Yoongi in the most horrible of ways. He knows that what he did back then was awful.

“I’m sorry for what I said to you back then.”

Yoongi glances at him, but doesn’t react otherwise.

“I was anxious that I will have to spend the rest of my life in prison and I wanted to hurt you because of it. I shouldn’t have pushed your buttons that way”, Taehyung confesses, “I understand now why I shouldn’t have done it. You felt again and were overwhelmed by it. It was unfair of me to attack you.”

Yoongi shifts uncomfortably.

“It’s fine. Time passed, it’s in the past now”, he says quietly.

“I am glad that it is”, Taehyung says, turning his head to nudge Yoongi’s stomach with his nose.

The latter lets him with his widened eyes glued to him.

Taehyung looks up, eyes filled with less pain than they were all those hours ago.

“How long have we known each other now, hyung?” he asks Yoongi.

“I don’t know.”

“Was it the 1530s?”

“No. 1430s.”

“Six hundred years then.”

“I guess. You didn’t believe me when I told you that I was like you. Remember?”

“I didn’t think it possible.”

“Mhm. And once you finally accepted it, we didn’t see each other for most of it, because you didn’t want my help and instead wanted to be free.”

“I was free. I loved being free. It all changed when Namjoon returned to Jimin. He ruined us.”

“Namjoon ruined most of us.”

“So he ruined you too?”

“I guess. He broke my heart.”

“He did?”

“He pushed me away.”

“I see. So you truly understand.”

“I do. Each time I see him, the wounds feel fresh. I understand you.”

“I’m glad you do. I feel so lonely in my grief.”

Yoongi breathes deeply. Taehyung feels the sensation against his cheek. Yoongi shifts his eyes back to the endless night.

“Loneliness and loss are the worst feelings. Especially when you feel them at the same time. I don’t want you to be lonely, Tae”, he says.

Taehyung squeezes his eyes shut tighter, whimpering painfully. He drapes his arm around Yoongi’s waist, turning his head so his face was buried in it.

“Hyung, I’m so lonely.”

“I know, but don’t be. You have me and you have ___. We are both there for you.”

“I want to turn back time.”

“I know. I want that too.”

“Why can’t I? Why do I have to move on?”

“I don’t know Tae.”

“I don’t want to move on, I want to go back.”

“I know, Tae.”

“How do I do that with my emotions on?”

“By leaning on me.”

“If I truly lean on you with all my grief, you would break under its weight.”

“I can take it, Tae. Hyung’s strong”, Yoongi promises him and begins running his fingers through Taehyung’s hair again.

“I miss him so much.”

“I know.”

“It feels unreal at times. As if I am trapped in an endless nightmare and any moment I will wake and he will be beside me.”

“I get that.”

“And I still see him. I think of what we did together and repeat the phrases he said often. I’m scared that if I don’t repeat them, I will forget them. As long as I do, I can still hear his voice when he says them.”

“I know what you mean.”

“I’m so scared of the day where I will forget how his voice sounded.”

“I don’t think you ever will. If you love someone so deeply, there will always be a part of them that will stay with you.”

Taehyung spills tears, “I miss him so much. Why can’t I turn back time?”

Yoongi places his hand on Taehyung’s head, caressing it soothingly.

“I know, Tae. Life’s fucking cruel.”

“You won’t leave me too, will you?”

“I won’t leave you, Tae.”

“Can you promise me?”

“I promise you.”

And for just a moment, their eyes meet in a true and loving gaze before they both break it again in fear of deepening it too much. Taehyung closes his eyes, softening his hug around Yoongi’s waist. Yoongi begins playing with Taehyung’s earlobe again, sharing in the silence with a relaxed expression on his features.

Taehyung is hurting. He hurts so very much. But at least for this short moment in his endless hell, he doesn’t feel lonely anymore.

You ate dinner at the hotel. Alone because Seokjin wasn’t hungry. You knew that it was because he was heartbroken about not finding Emma, but before you could ask him if he wanted to talk, he locked himself in his room. You didn’t mind eating alone. You are used to being alone and quite enjoyed your time in the restaurant. You liked watching people come and go and really liked the food the hotel served. You tried to check on Seokjin once you returned to your room, but his door was locked and he didn’t answer you. So you let him be alone, returning to your room with great grief for him in your heart.

You have just wanted to start your night routine when someone calls you out the bathroom by knocking on your door. You hurry to it in big steps, opening the door without thinking of asking first because you thought that Seokjin might have come over to talk. However it wasn’t Seokjin you are met with, but Hoseok and Jungkook.

“Oh? Hey guys. I thought you were Seokjin”

“Hey”, Hoseok says.

You run your eyes over their dirty clothes.

“What happened? Why are you covered in vampire blood? Are you okay?” you gasp.

“It’s nothing, we’re good”, Hoseok obviously lies.

“You’re the worst liar ever, just saying”, you say, stepping closer, “oh god, are you guys hurt? What happened?”

“No it’s- it’s just”, he sighs in defeat, “we didn’t achieve anything today. We found his followers, but had to kill all of them. That’s why we look like that.”

“Oh, goddamn it that sucks, but I’m sure you’ll get there soon”, you say.

“I guess. But what about you guys? Did you find Emma?”

“No, we didn’t.”

“What? No that sucks”, Hoseok gasps.

“How is Seokjin? Is he okay?” Jungkook asks.

“He’s in his room. He went straight to it once we came back. He didn’t let me talk to him, but I guess we all know what he is doing in there.”

“Noo that suck so much. Poor Seokjin”, Jungkook says and pouts sadly.

“Maybe we could try to talk to him? What do you say, JK?” Hoseok asks.

“I guess we could try?” Jungkook nods his head, “do you want to come with us, ___?”

“I have to decline. I’m so tired, it’s insane. It feels like we walked a hundred kilometres today.”

“Of course. I get that. Sleep tight, ___.”

“You too, Kookie.”

“Sweet dreams”, Hoseok wishes you and you return the wishes.

Then it was already time for them to leave and for you to return to your night routine.

You weren’t lying when you told Hoseok that you were sleepy. You barely manage to shower, let alone brush your teeth because of your body begging you to sleep. With heavy, aching feet, you drag yourself to the bed, lying down with a loud and content sigh.

“That’s incredible”, you say, closing your eyes, “exactly what my feet needed.”

Knock. Knock. Knock.

You lift your head.

“What the hell?”

Knock. Knock.

“Why is somebody knocking on my door?”

Yet another round lets you know that whoever wanted to see you, was persistent.

So you force yourself to get up, groaning as you have to walk.

“Who’s there?” you call out. You aren’t reckless enough to open the door blindly again.

“Me”, Yoongi’s low voice sounds from behind the door.

Well, that is a surprise you hadn’t expected. You can’t say that it isn’t a nice surprise. You were a little worried for him when he wasn’t with Hoseok and Jungkook.

You unlock the door for him immediately, “hey there, you’re back.”

He nods his head, “I am”, he answers you dryly.

He was already showered, now wearing what you assume to be his sleeping clothes.

“I heard what happened.”

“I didn’t expect anything else”, he says, voice still terribly dry.

“I know, it sucks so much”, you say, reaching out to caress his arm. And unlike this morning, he doesn’t dodge you, accepting the touch gladly, “how is Tae?”

“I helped him fall asleep. He’ll be alright for now.”

“Mhm, that’s good to hear”, you say, “and you? How are you?”

“I can’t sleep.”

“That sucks. Are you okay?”

“Yes.”

“Are you sure?”

“No.”

“Gosh, Yoongi. I’m sorry. Do you want to talk about it?”

“Don’t ask me that.”

“Why not?”

“I don’t want to talk.”

“I see. Fine, then don’t talk.”

Yoongi looks to the side, shuffling from left to right awkwardly.

“Well. Do you want to come inside?” you offer, getting out of the doorframe.

“Yeah”, he whispers, nodding his head almost shyly.

“Then come on in”, you say, giving him a sweet smile. One he retorts with great struggle for he still seemed plagued by too much annoyance to feel like smiling. He follows you kind of awkwardly, watching you climb into bed while he just stands there and fumbles with his own thumbs.

“Are you just going to stand there?” you ask him.

“No? But you didn’t tell me to join, did you?” he is almost snappish in his answer.

“Calm down, I’m on your side. No need to be so sharp with me”, you say, opening the blanket for him.

He flusters greatly in both embarrassment from being called out for his bad mood and from the coyness of being offered warmth under a blanket.

“Sorry”, he mumbles into himself, lowering his head in shame.

“Just get in here, you old grumps”, you dismiss him.

Yoongi crawls onto the bed and under the blanket, studying your features with fearful yet oh so longing eyes.

You reach out, tugging a strand of his soft hair behind his ear. His eyelids become droopy instantly, the deep crease between his brows becomes softer.

“What’s going on with you?” you whisper, dancing your fingertips down his temples until you can cup his cheek.

“Nothing”, he barely gets out.

“Just a bad day, am I right?”

He nods his head.

“That sucks, but you’re not alone anymore. Come here”, you say, shimmying closer until you can bury his face in your chest.

Yoongi freezes up in surprise, lying in your arm as stiff as a wooden board.

You begin playing with the short strands of hair at the nape of his neck, forcing an almost shuddering breath to slip past his lips. He finally closes his arm around you, squeezing you against him.

“You’re warm. I like that”, he whispers into your chest.

You kiss the crown of his head as an answer, inhaling the scent of his shampoo deeply. Mint and apple.

“I’m sorry for being such a grumps”, he says.

“It’s okay, I get it. It’s frustrating that we can’t find him.”

“Mhm.”

“It’s not your fault though.”

“You think so?”

“Yes, Yoongi I do.”

He sighs, resting his palm between your shoulder blades so he can hold you oh so much closer.

“Thank you”, he whispers, growing oh so soft in your embrace, “I missed you.”

“I missed you too”, you says and kiss his hair, “sweet dreams, Yoongi Boongie.”

“You too”, he says, basking in your serenity. He longed for you all day. He is so happy now that he can finally be with you.

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