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jeontaeh · 3 years

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THIRTY NINE³⁹

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Taehyung walked into the dining room of the palace, and then stalled when he saw the rest of the boys (except Jungkook) there, all smiling and talking within each other. "Tae!" Namjoon called when he saw him, and Taehyung rushed up to them.

"They gave us tablets- we can contact our school now! Plus they've given us enough fuel and a map back to Scora VZ2," Namjoon said excitedly, Scora VZ2 being their planet. Taehyung let out a small smile.

"Seriously?" Taehyung asked, and Jimin smiled, clicking on his tablet.

"You know, being away from my tablet and phone and laptop for so long- I really felt like the seven of us connected more. I mean, if you go outside these days everyone's on their phones or something, y'know? I was really upset about our circumstances at first, but I'm kinda happy it ended up this way," Jimin said, and Lavender smiled.

"Yes. I'm glad your circumstances ended up this way, or else I would've never escaped that goddamn prison cell." Lav sighed, and then looked at Taehyung. "They gave me a pod that will take me back home."

"You're going back to Nour, Lav? I thought you said you'd come with us," Jin said, and Lavender's breath hitched. Taehyung saw Jimin tense up a little and walk away.

Lavender looked down. "I-I don't know. I have a responsibility back home. One that I detest... but it's a must. My parents are already very angry with me. The reason I got abducted in the first place was that I was running away from home." Lavender said, twirling her fingers around her waist length hair nervously.

"Then don't go back, Lavvie. Stay with us. Come to Scora. It's great there. The weather's always amazing." Yoongi said. "Plus, you can apply to the Space Academy! Or- or do whatever you want! You don't have to be tied down into a monarchy you don't want to be a part of."

Lavender gulped, looking down at her long hair. "I guess. I-I don't know, I will think about it. Thank you Min Yoongi."

Taehyung walked up to Jimin, who had a plate full of mashed potatoes. Taehyung watched Jimin dig a spoon into the mashed potatoes and stuff it into his mouth, tears in his eyes. He gulped it down and then looked at Taehyung. "I don't want her to go."

"I know. I'm sorry, Jiminie. I don't want her leaving either. She's one of my best friends." Taehyung said, and Jimin ate another bite, sniffling.

"E-everyone I've dated or been w-with in the past only c-cared about sex or-or was just plain mean. And f-finally I met someone..." Jimin squeaked and then groaned. "Why the fuck are these mashed potatoes s-so good?"

"I'm pretty sure they add cocaine in them. And Jimin, if you really feel that way then talk to her about it. I don't think she wants to go back either." Taehyung said, patting Jimin's head. Jimin nodded and then continued eating his mashed potatoes.

"Isn't it funny," Taehyung said, and then bit his lip. "We came all the way here for one main reason, to find my mother- and- and yet I never did," Taehyung said. Jimin frowned.

"Didn't that Queen bitch say that she was a slave here?"

"But she won't tell me! There's like a thousand slaves at this palace. How do I find her?" Taehyung asked, and Jimin hummed. He looked at the butler who was walking towards Namjoon.

"Hey. Butler dude. Who is Taehyung's mother tell us NOW or die."

"Jimin!!" Hoseok hissed with widened eyes, telling him to shut up. Jimin just frowned. "No! It's not fair! You tricked us so now you have to tell us!"

The butler looked hesitant, almost a little scared. He walked up to Taehyung. "Look. I don't think you want to know about your mother. It'll only lead to more confusion and-"

"Shut up!" Taehyung snapped, and everyone froze and looked at him with widened eyes, all the maids. "I don't care. I've gotten stuck here because of you guys. This isn't something small for me, okay? I've been waiting for this for 20 goddamn years- so I have a right to know who my mother is." Taehyung irked, eyes darkened grey. "You don't know how it feels."

The butler paused, and then looked down, sighing. "Ugh- fine. I'll tell you who it is." The butler mumbled. "But after the Queen leaves for her day trip- because there's no way she can find out I'm telling you this." The butler snapped, and Taehyung hummed.

Taehyung watched as the butler walked away, and then let out a sigh of relief. He looked at the boys with smiles, and they looked weary but smiled too. The doors of the dining room opened and Jungkook ran in, looking stressed.

"T-Tae-" Jungkook said, rushing up to him. Taehyung frowned, and Jungkook had tears in his eyes. "The rocket ship is stuck in my ass."

"That's a sentence I don't want to know the context of." Jimin said and then ran away.

Jungkook grabbed Taehyung by his arm and dragged him to the side. "I'm feeling sick," Jungkook said, pouting. "I-I threw up. I don't know why. I think it's the shrimp from last night."

"Oh," Taehyung said, and then gulped, pausing for a few seconds. "Yeah. Um. Yeah, it's probably the shrimp."

"Also the rocket ship- it- it got stuck in-"

"For fuck's sake, Jungkook," Taehyung said softly, and Jungkook looked down. "How do you always end up in these kinds of things, baby?"

"I-I don't know. Don't be mean." Jungkook squeaked, playing with his fingers. Taehyung ruffled his hair and then took his hand gently and led him into a washroom in the side.

Minutes later, and Jungkook was half naked, blushing brightly as Taehyung chuckled fondly into his ear and found the toy rocket (shaped like a pointy buttplug) half an inch into his ass.

"Baby there's no way you couldn't find this by yourself," Taehyung said, and Jungkook looked up at him, biting his bottom lip.

"I know. I wanted you to do it, though." Jungkook whispered, and Taehyung smirked and slowly pulled it out of Jungkook's ass, making Jungkook clench his eyes at the drag. Taehyung took it out and chucked it into the waste bin.

"You're so cute," Taehyung said and squeezed Jungkook's ass in his hands. Jungkook put his hands over Taehyung's shoulders, kissing him firmly.

They left the bathroom and then saw their friends in the dining room. Along with their friends was the butler, Zaivis, saying something to them. "Your ship is ready for you to leave."

"Not until you tell me who my mother is," Taehyung said, and the butler sighed. "Okay, jeez, I'll tell you."

"Where's Lavender?" Jungkook asked, after finding that she wasn't there. Jimin was sitting sadly on one of the chairs. "In our room," Jimin said.

Jungkook walked out of the dining room and rushed to Jimin and Lavender's room. He found it in the sleeping chambers and rushed into their bedroom. He saw the bathroom door open and rushed towards it, and gasped when he saw Lavender holding a fat pair of scissors.

"No! Lavender! I know I said mean things before but PLEASE don't cut your hand off." Jungkook let out, and Lavender frowned, turning around to look at him.

"What? Relax." Lavender said and looked back at the mirror. "I'm just cutting my hair."

"Oh," Jungkook said and walked into the washroom. "That's fun. A fun little trim before the trip back home-"

Jungkook screamed when Lavender chopped off her hair till her ear. "WHAT! What are you doing?!"

"I said I'm cutting my hair, Jeon Jungkook!" Lavender said, and Jungkook saw her long hair fall to the ground, and his mouth fell.

"But-" Jungkook began, and then Lavender grabbed her other side of long luscious hair and chopped it off, and all of it fell to the floor as well. Jungkook gulped. "W-why?"

"Princesses must be pretty and have long hair and must marry men who are tall and well built- and I don't want any of that!" Lavender snapped, and Jungkook had never seen her so serious. All her hair was cut off now. She just had a pixie cut now.

"Lav if you don't want to go back then you shouldn't," Jungkook said, and Lavender began cutting some strands from the side which were sticking out or too long. "You don't owe your planet shit."

"I have to go back," Lavender said in a small voice, and then looked at herself in the mirror. Her olive skin stood out, white hair in a pixie cut now. "My sisters Violet and Lilac are waiting for me."

Jungkook burst into giggled. "Why are your parents so into purple?"

"Girl, I've got no clue. At least I wasn't named 'mauve' or some shit." Lav said, and she and Jungkook burst out giggling again.

"I think your hair looks really cool." Jungkook said, and Lavender smiled at him. "Let's go back. Taehyung's going to meet his mom."

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Taehyung walked with the butler down the hallways. The butler was tall, short grey hair looked middle-aged, had soft silver skin and looked... scared. Taehyung felt bad for forcing the guy to do all this, but he couldn't help it.

"How's your home planet?" Zaivis the butler asked, and Taehyung hummed to himself.

"Don't need to make small talk, man. Just take me to her." Taehyung said, and Zaivis snickered. Both walked till the servant chambers, and Taehyung's breath hitched when they reached a certain room.

Zaivis opened a door. Taehyung waited with his heart beating rapidly, and then saw the maid from earlier sitting inside. Lailah.

Zaivis went in and whispered something to her, and Lailah looked up with big eyes. "W-what?"

Taehyung stood hesitantly. Lailah walked up from her seat and walked up to Taehyung. "You- you're from Scora?"

"Yeah," Taehyung said, trying his hardest not to smile. She had long grey hair, deep silver skin, and had dimples and deep blue eyes. "Y-you're... um, you're my-"

Lailah smiled. She looked at Zaivis, and then back at Taehyung, and then gulped. "Okay, I can't do this."

"What?" Taehyung asked, and Lailah sighed.

"Look, I'm not your mom." Lailah said, and Taehyung froze. "Zaivis is forcing me to say this."

"Screw you Lailah. Can't trust anybody around here!" Zaivis snapped, and Taehyung frowned.

"Okay, look. If it's such a big fucking problem then I don't need to know." Taehyung said, feeling disheartened, disappointed. "I didn't think you guys would be so... unwelcoming and cold. That's not the stories I read about Jupiter." Taehyung mumbled, and then took a step back.

"I just thought it'd be easier. Whatever, sorry for wasting your time." Taehyung said, and then turned around and walked away.

Lailah looked at Zaivis. "Just tell him the truth, Zaivis."

"It's not that easy." Zaivis mumbled under his breath, and then followed Taehyung.

Taehyung rushed outside the palace where their spaceship was and saw his friends standing beside it. He walked up to them. Jimin smiled at him. "Did you meet her-"

"No. It's whatever. I guess she's dead or whatever." Taehyung grumbled, and Yoongi frowned.

"Woah, hey- what's wrong? Don't say stuff like that, Tae-"

"I don't care anymore, Yoongi. I got my hopes up too high and my exact worst nightmare happened. I don't want this to get ruined further. I'm glad to come back to my roots. Now I can go back to my other ones." Taehyung said.

The doors of the palace opened and Jungkook rushed out. Behind him, Lavender rushed out.

"Lavender?" Jimin let out, frowning. "Oh my god- Lav! Your hair!"

"I cut it," Lavender said, rushing up to Jimin. "Park Jimin, listen. These last two weeks I spent with you were the best of my life." Lavender said softly, and Jimin tensed.

"You don't have to say all this. I-I swear- it'll make it worse." Jimin mumbled, and Lavender shook her head.

"No. You must know. I-I feel very fond for you in my heart. I like you very much and- a-and-" Lavender began, tears filling in her big black eyes. "I'm s-sorry I have to go,"

"It's okay, Lav. Hey, don't be sad!" Jimin whispered softly, smiling. "You're the princess. You're going to be amazing as the queen. And when you do become one, I'll come to visit you, okay?" Jimin said, and Lavender sniffled.

"Promise," Jimin whispered, and Lavender hugged him tightly.

Behind them, Jungkook was crying. Yoongi pet his back, but Jungkook cried harder. "L-Lav don't leave."

"Don't say that, Jeon Jungkook. You will make me cry more." Lavender said, and then pulled away from the hug and smiled at them. "Thank you for being so kind to me. And- and thank you, Taehyung especially, for everything." Lavender said, and Taehyung smiled at her.

He hugged her too, and Jungkook reached forward and hugged her too. Jimin tried his hardest not to cry, digging his fingernails into his palm.

"Tae where's your mom?" Jungkook asked, and Taehyung just shook his head, and Jungkook frowned.

"I think we should go now," Namjoon said, and the boys nodded. Lavender nodded as well. She kissed Jimin one last time and then waved her hand goodbye.

The boys began climbing onto the ship and then heard a voice. "Okay, wait!" A shout came, and they all paused and turned around.

"Dude, can we just go," Jin grumbled under his breath, seeing the butler Zaivis rush outside.

"Taehyung, half-human, look," Zaivis said, and Taehyung sighed. "You don't have to make up some excuse. It's fine-"

"No, no it's not." Zaivis said, and Taehyung frowned. "You don't- you don't have a mother."

Taehyung froze. Jungkook looked at Taehyung in worry. Taehyung looked down. "She passed away, didn't she?"

The butler gulped. "No." Zaivis said, and Taehyung looked up again. "No I mean, I mean you don't have a mother."

"You said the same shit twice," Yoongi mumbled, and Taehyung walked down the steps of the ship. "What?" Taehyung asked, and then Jungkook gasped loudly.

"Oh. My. God. Taehyung. Your dad's GAY."

"Shut up, Jungkook!" Everyone snapped, and Jungkook paused and looked down sadly, pouting a little to himself.

The butler sighed. "No, he's right."

Everyone froze. Taehyung's eyes widened. "Um- what?"

"Your father. He- he never impregnated a woman," Zaivis said, and then his breath hitched. "He impregnated a man."

"The gag of the century...." Jimin trailed, and Lavender nodded with widened eyes.

"H-he what?" Taehyung shouted, and then got all wide-eyed, frozen. "Wait- wait- then- w-who is my male mother...." Taehyung trailed.

Zaivis looked hesitant for like, 12 seconds, and then gulped. "Me."

"Bitch!" Jin let out, gasping widely. Jungkook was wide mouthed too. Jimin was on the floor. Namjoon was screaming. Yoongi and Hoseok had their hands on their heads. Lavender had her mouth covered with her hands.

"You-" Taehyung began, and then stopped for 8 seconds. "You're- you are my- wait," Taehyung said, and then took a deep breath. "You're- you are the- my father and you-you gave birth to me?"

"Yeah. Everyone can get pregnant here." Zaivis said, and Taehyung was frozen still.

"Look, I know, it's really surprising. When you came in and told me your name was Taehyung I... I freaked out. And then I heard you saying you were looking for your lost mother. Your father clearly lied to you... which upset me too." Zaivis mumbled. "I told the Queen. Which I shouldn't have- she's a bitch. She said I can't tell you the truth because I'm technically a slave here or whatever."

Taehyung had his eyes closed. He paused for a few seconds, and then opened his eyes. "You're my other dad?"

"Yes," Zaivis whispered. "I went to Scora VZ2 for college when I was very young. I-I met your father, Michael, in college. After dating for two years I got pregnant with his child and then had you." Zaivis mumbled. "B-but then I heard of the civil war that was happening back in my planet. I had to go back. When I did, m-my parents were stripped of their fortune and I was completely poor. I couldn't go back, I simply had no money! I began working in this palace, but things got worse and I became a s-slave here. I had no way of contacting your father. So I never did. I-" Zaivis began, and then looked down.

"He thought you left him," Taehyung said softly.

"I didn't. I-I was planning on going back. I just... I couldn't. And I hate myself for it." Zaivis said, and Taehyung took a step froward.

"I'm your son?" Taehyung asked, and Zaivis gulped. "You don't have to accept it. I just thought you had to know. B-because-"

Taehyung wrapped his arms around his father, feeling tears well up in his eyes. "D-dad I-I've been w-wanting to meet you for 20 years," Taehyung let out softly, and Zaivis smiled a bit.

"Oh," He let out, and wrapped his arms around Taehyung, chuckling lightly. "I've thought so much about you, son. I only had one picture of you from when you were a baby. Look, I always keep it with me-" Zaivis said, and then took out a picture from his wallet.

The boys all rushed in to look, and indeed, it was a picture of toddler Taehyung with his short grey hair and big grey eyes, wearing a diaper and sitting on a bed, hands in the air, looking very happy.

"T-that's me! You're telling the truth!" Taehyung said, and the boys all cheered and began rejoicing. Zaivis smiled, getting teary-eyed too.

"Now that you know, I hope you don't hate this planet anymore. I know it's been bad for you, but it's your home. I hope you go back and tell your father that-"

"No no!" Taehyung said, frowning. "You're coming with me!"

"Yeah!" Namjoon said, smiling. "Yes yes come with us!" Jungkook clapped his hands together, jumping.

Zaivis looked behind at the palace, and then looked back at them, and then let out a gentle smile. "Fuck it. I hate this palace. I'm coming." Zaivis said, and everyone began cheering.

"How old are you?" Taehyung asked, and Zaivis hummed. "41," Zaivis said, and Taehyung smiled. Same age as his father.

Everyone entered the ship, and Jungkook rushed up to Zaivis and began talking to him animatedly, telling him all about how he wasn't really a cat. Jimin watched with wide eyes, and then looked at Lavender.

"I will also fuck it!" Lavender said confidently, and everyone looked at her in confusion. "I'm coming with you, Jimin! I hate my family and planet and stupid sisters. I like you very very much-"

"Fuck liking!" Jimin snapped, and Namjoon sighed out. "Let's not fuck everything..."

"I love you, Lav," Jimin said, and Lavender wrapped her hands around Jimin's waist and picked him up, pressing their lips together. Jimin laughed and kissed her back. She was really strong for some reason.

"This is amazing." Taehyung said to Jungkook, who smiled and nodded. All 9 of them now walked onto the ship, and Namjoon rushed to the control center and did the one thing he'd been waiting to do since his first day here.

Type down the map for the route back to home.

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honeymoonjin · 5 years

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Chapter Three

Summary: When you hear that your recently deceased grandmother left you her property in her will, at first you think that a dinky old cottage in the middle of nowhere isn’t going to mean much for you. But after spending a night there, you discover something far more valuable than the house itself: a hidden door that leads to another time, the same place but over 200 years in the past. In the late 18th Century, there is a king who will die before his 21st birthday unless you can save him. Will you help him, even if it means leaving your own life behind?

A/N: A bonus update because I’m feeling generous! I might start releasing these a little quicker since I’ve got a bit of a backlog, I just can’t wait for you guys to read it!

You keep on your sneakers, glad they’re not visible beneath the dress, and follow him outside, marveling at the beauty of the landscape. Some things have remained; old, grand trees in your time are still growing fledglings here, and you can see the slope of a gentle hill in the distance where cattle graze. How would the villagers possibly be able to comprehend that in around two hundred and fifty years, a shopping mall has been erected in its place?

The village itself is already bustling. A gentle wash of chatter paints the landscape as people haggle for goods, make conversation and set up shop for the day. Yoongi is on the outskirts of the village, but not wholly removed, and he quickly guides you through the main street, instructing you to lift your skirt just enough that it doesn’t catch under your foot, and to not make eye contact with anyone.

Unlike Yoongi, most of the villagers you blur past are ragged and dirty, sporting clothing similar to yours, with ratty hair and grimy faces, but they seem happy. Although they look at you curiously, it’s nothing more than neutral interest. It seems these people have other things to worry about. In fact, Yoongi gets more looks than you, which you suppose is warranted. His silver hair and piercing look of determination command attention, and unlike the earthy tones around him, his clothes are pitch black; a tunic and leather pants underneath a heavy robe. On his hands are rings, made of bronze, wood and bone. He seems exactly the kind of intimidating presence you’d expect of a wizard. Shaman, you correct yourself.

“How far away is the King?” you ask curiously, having already reached the other side of the village. The path you two wandered now was a worn line of dirt and stone between a field, as you left the houses behind.

He fixes you with an unimpressed look, though you’re too captivated by the scenery to much care. “Take a wild guess, Y/n. What can you see directly in front of us?”

You look up towards the horizon, and sigh at your own stupidity. Ahead of you, nestled between two rocky mountains, is a grand palace. The palace itself is huge, with multiple storeys, wings, towers, the works. Around it is a sprawling plain, some parts closer to the front gates are lush with all breeds of colorful flowers, fountains, and intricately carved stone benches. It’s beautiful, ornate and luxurious, and you feel like an idiot for being too entranced with some sheep that you missed it. “Oh. So, what’s the plan, Yoongi? We just going to rock up to the front door and ask to see the King?”

Yoongi resumes walking. “Yes.”

You turn to him in shock at his perfectly calm response, stumbling to catch up to his brisk pace. “Yes? What, they don’t have security? They just let anyone play footsies with the royal family? No wonder this idiot dies.” You remember Namjoon’s comment from earlier. “How old is he anyway? Pretty young, right?”

“His Royal Majesty is twenty-one years old. He was seventeen when he ascended to the throne. And no, to answer your previous question, the palace does not let just anyone meet with the King. I’ll have you know that I am rather close with the King, and a trusted member of the courts in my role as Shaman. Many a time I have sought counsel from the spirits and given him advice that has improved his reign. It is only because you are with me that you will be able to get close to him.”

“So, that’s why you dress like the richest bitch in town?”

He glances at you sidelong. “Please refrain from using such language in the presence of His Royal Highness.” He clears his throat. “But yes.”

You walk in comfortable enough silence until finally two dudes in fancy brass buttoned uniforms open a set of heavy double doors for the two of you upon seeing Yoongi. The main foyer inside is so large that just the patter of your footsteps on the marble bounces off the high ceilings, and you’re taken aback by the complex arrangement of frescoes on the roof far above you. How did anyone manage to get up there? A butler inside escorts you up a curved stairway lit up by oil lamps embedded in the wall, but it’s clear Yoongi knows his way. He’s practically stepping on the butler’s heels with how impatient he is to get going.

“Yoongi,” you call out nervously, “I don’t really know what we’re going to do. Am I supposed to just hang around until something happens?”

He glances back at you, slowing down until you’re both ascending the same steps, side by side. “I thought you returned to your…home, to do some research? Did you not find sufficient information?”

You bite your lip at the butler in front of you two as you reach the top of the stairs and follow him down a wide, carpeted hallway. It’s clear with the tilt of his head that he’s listening in. “I know what, but I don’t know how.”

“Then, yes,” Yoongi answers simply, “you’ll just have to find something interesting enough to talk about that the King will let you stay for long enough.”

You sigh. “Yeah, fine, I can do that. So, what, you just told him we were coming by for dinner? When did you get time to come all the way here and back?”

“I didn’t, Y/n, I sent my apprentice ahead of me. I assume he’s informed the King; if not, he must have been killed along the way. These things happen.”

Your mouth drops open and you blink at the shaman with wide eyes.

“I’m joking, Y/n. These aren’t the Dark Ages, you know. We’re civilized enough.”

Suddenly, the butler comes to a stop, and you realize you’re directly in front of another set of doors, these ones with pearls and flecks of silver encrusted into the surface. He knocks, waits for a response, then falls back, turning to the two of you. “I’ll take my leave now, Sir, Madam.” He bows, and swiftly departs back the way he came.

Before you can question Yoongi about the plan again, muffled voices are heard beyond the door, and then with a rather loud groan, they’re swung open to reveal an extremely long room. It’s clearly the throne room; you may not be around here, but the literal throne kinda gives it away. Yoongi grips you tightly by the elbow and leads you forward, hissing, “make sure to bow,” in your ear as you go.

The figure occupying the tall, silver throne with purple velvet upholstery is pretty featureless from such a distance, but even if you wanted to squint at him for more details, Yoongi once again gives you a command, this time to bow your head and not make eye contact until he addresses you.

Heart racing, you focus on not tripping over your skirts, and keep your eyes on the veiny marble you walk across to get to him. The silence is unbearable, and it feels like the longest time until Yoongi finally tugs once on your elbow to stop you. He drops into a deep bow, from the waist, and you follow suit.

“Stand up,” a surprisingly clear voice calls out. You straighten up quickly, but keep your head dipped. “Great Shaman, to what do I owe the pleasure?”

Yoongi lifts his head, but taps your shoulder in warning gently, so you remain staring at the floor. “Your Royal Highness, I’ve brought with me a cousin from a neighboring village, Mirefeld. She wishes to apprentice underneath your loyal healer, sir.”

You jerk your head to the side but hear Yoongi shush you ever so quietly. The King hums in interest. “Mirefeld? I was not aware they were training healers in Mirefeld.”

“They aren’t, Your Majesty. That’s why I kindly ask that you allow her to study with your best.”

“She’s unmarried?”

“Of course.” You’re starting to get a little sick of Yoongi and this King speaking about you like you’re not there, but you press your lips together and wait patiently. “Besides, with all due respect, sir, we could use some more healers in Norhaven. I’ve been getting more and more villagers seeking healing, and I fear I do not have time for them all. Norhaven is prospering under your reign, Your Majesty, so we may require more than we currently have.”

“I understand. Maiden, raise your head now. Let me get a good look at you.”

You do as the King commands and just about choke on air. Whatever you were expecting, it wasn’t this. The King is beautiful, more so than the man beside you, and his youthful complexion isn’t tainted by the look of authority and power in his expression. Those piercing eyes run over you languidly, and you can’t help but swallow stiffly.

“What is your name?”

“Y/n, Your Majesty,” you answer, clearing your throat when you hear the way your voice wobbles.

He quirks a smile, and your heart skips a beat at the boyish quality of it. “Do you have a last name?” You freeze, breaking his gaze to question Yoongi with your eyes.

Yoongi calmly reaches out an arm to wrap around your shoulder. “She is a Min like me, sir.”

The King runs his tongue over his lips and sits back, letting his white-clad legs tip open lazily. Rather than a super fancy crown, like you had sort of expected, atop his ink-black hair is a simple golden circlet with a few peaks around its circumference. It’s been delicately carved with patterns of vines and leaves from what you can see, and the hands that clasp the arms of the throne are heavy with gold and jewels, far more luxurious than what Yoongi is sporting.

“Of course,” he answers finally, bringing a hand up to rest his chin on. “Well, Min Y/n, you seem like a decent young girl. I would love nothing more than for you to be in my service.”

You don’t miss the double entendre, but you’re more concerned with eying him up, and looking around the room for anything sharp. “Thank you, Your Majesty.”

Suddenly, he stands, startling the guard beside him, who up until this point has stood so still and silent that you’ll admit you didn’t notice him until just now. He’s in black gear, so it’s hard to gain many details, but you can tell easily that he must be dangerous. His dark brown hair falls over one eye, leaving the other one narrowed as he keeps watch. The King turns to him once he stands, patting down his brass-buttoned jacket, and asks for his coat. The guard nods once, hurries calmly but swiftly to a coatrack near the side wall and returns with a large fur coat.

“I shall take you to my personal healer, Seokjin. To ensure my wellbeing, he remains near to the palace at all times. His dwellings is behind the north wing.” King Jeon holds his arms out wordlessly and the guard opens up the coat to slip on the arms. A flash of silver catches your attention and your eyes widen.

“No-!” But it’s too late. The coat slips on, and the king cries out and recoils, clutching his side. Alarmed, the guard opens up the coat to see a blade that has cut through the pocket to stick out on the inner edge of the coat. Spots of blood stain the light grey fur already, and the guard throws the coat far away before bending down over the collapsed king.

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solastia · 7 years

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As You Are | 3

Chapters: [1] [2]

BTS Song Series: "As You Are,“ The Weeknd

Word Count: 3,947

Pairing: Min Yoongi & Yong Sun

Genre & Warnings: Fluff, angst. Very brief mention of sex trade. Nothing too dark or smutty here. Yoongi being a sweet lil fucker.

Notes: Ah, finally the mystery around their former company is revealed. More Yoongi romance development. Hints at future story pairings. I love seeing things start to come together. Enjoy!

Contentment was an odd feeling. She wasn’t even sure that was what she was really feeling, having never felt it before. Can one be content and filled with worry at the same time? Whatever she felt, watching her little sister act like a normal little kid in front of the television made her happy.

The front door opened to reveal a sweaty Mina coming back from the Dance Studio. She watched Mai Ri sing along with the show before turning to Sunny with a grin.

“So, how was your first day together?” She asked as she cuddled next to Sunny on the couch.

"It went surprisingly well. We fixed my room up so that we can fit a bed in there for her. Got her some clothes and toys. Picked up some food she likes. We are watching some horror movie now. I think it’s called “LazyTown.”

Mina chuckled. “Sis, that’s a children’s television show.”

“I’m pretty sure it’s not. It’s terrifying. Those puppet things have the most expressionless faces I’ve ever seen. I’m almost certain they are possessed. I’m also pretty sure the pink haired bitch is a serial killer. And they all keep bullying the only decent guy on this show, the one with the chin.”

“He’s the main villain.”

“He’s incredibly misunderstood. He just wants everyone to like him, but they are bullies and serial killers.”

“So it sounds like everything went alright, then. What did the boss say?”

“We get to keep her here. They are working on all the legal stuff to make me her guardian. They were mainly worried fans would think one of us has a secret love child, so she’s officially being signed up as a trainee, and there will suddenly be rumors out there of a secret 8th member of Phoenix named Marie. Fans love that kind of shit.” Mina smiles at that, it quickly fades.

“And what about...”

“They still haven’t caught him. Until they do, we just have to be extra careful. Make sure you always have someone with you. Even from the car to the dorms, apparently.”

Mina nodded with a sigh. She watched Mai Ri for a few moments, before walking up to her slowly, crouching down to eye level.

“Mai Ri, are you hungry? I’m a better cook than Sunny is, if you are. She only knows how to make ramen and sandwiches.” She whispered loudly like they were sharing a secret, making Mai Ri giggle.

“YAH! My ramen and sandwiches are what made you grow into the stunningly beautiful wench you are today.” Sunny exclaimed with mock hurt, watching as Mina and Mai Ri held hands and headed to the kitchen. She was excited to see Mai Ri interact with someone else besides her.

After all the drama that had happened the day before, Mai Ri had become Sunny’s shadow. She’d allowed the girls to say hello to her, but she’d flinch any time one of them got too close, and hide farther behind Sunny. So it had been up to Sunny herself to get the girl washed for probably the first time in weeks, and dressed her in an old shirt for bed. Mai Ri had clung to her the entire night, and while it took some getting used to, it was kind of nice. Sunny knew it was probably the first time that the girl had received that much care and attention since whenever her Mom had died. She’d have to remember to ask more about that.

“Hey, do you know where Ruby is by any chance? I know everyone else’s schedules, but she was gone when I got up and she’s not answering my texts.” Sunny yelled so she’d be heard over the clanging of pots and soft laughter coming from the kitchen.

“Uh, not sure exactly. I think it was something about meeting a sponsor?”

Sunny freezes, and manages to choke out “Sponsor?” At their old company, sponsor meant something not good.

“Sis, this is Big Hit. I’m sure they don’t do that kind of thing here. You know that if I thought it was something to worry about I’d tell you. Especially after what happened to me.” Mina walked into the living room to try to convince her sister to calm down.

Sunny was already gone.

Sunny was storming through the Big Hit office, throwing open every door, furiously looking for Ruby. Finally, she came upon a small conference room and locked on her target. Ruby’s eyes widened seeing Sunny storming her way, and stood up quickly, hands out beckoning her to calm down.

“Sunny, relax. I’m safe. I left a note? Didn’t you get it?”

“No, I didn’t get a note. Who leaves a note unless it’s a one night stand you’re trying to get away from? Why haven't you been answering my texts?” Sunny asked quietly, hiding her worry beneath a mask of irritation.

“I’m sorry. I was in a meeting. There are several people here, including a female manager and Namjoon, see?” Ruby whispered, gesturing to the people at the table that Sunny was just now registering were present. There was an unknown man looking at her with a cocked eyebrow, a worried looking Kim Namjoon, and a woman that Sunny vaguely remembered handing her some paperwork once.

Sunny cleared her throat and bowed half assed to save face. “I apologize for the interruption. I had to verify my group member’s location. What exactly is this meeting for?”

Namjoon smiles in understanding, himself being a leader. “He represents a clothing line. He wants to work with Rose and me on some shoots. We were just discussing the possibility of signing and the concept.”

“Huh. Yeah, that sounds like something up Ruby’s alley. I’ll leave you all to it in a moment.” Sunny hopes she sounds calm, despite the fact that her heart was still beating at lightning speed. She nods politely at the group and pulls Ruby off to the side.

“Fuck’s sake woman, I nearly had a fucking heart attack. Do you at least have your stuff?” Sunny hisses at her, not letting herself soften in the least, despite Ruby’s adorable pouting.

“Yes, Mom. I have my pepper spray, the alarm thingy, and that knife that looks like a key. I remember everything you taught me about punching my hand into the nose, kicking them in the nuts, and using my shoelaces to get out of a zip tie. Honestly, Sunny, I’m fine. Manager Choi is here, and she’s tough. She wouldn’t let anyone touch me. Not to mention Namjoon is here too, and I’m sure if that little fashion rep tried to drag me off somewhere, Namjoon would save me.” Ruby said that last part almost as a sigh, making Sunny wonder what developments were happening there.

“He’d probably break his own arm in the process, but sure, I trust Namjoon a smidgen. Just, next time, please answer your texts. Or even better, just tell me in person before you even leave the dorms. I will happily lose sleep if it means knowing you’re OK. Go back to your meeting, and good luck. I’m sure you’ll look fabulous.” Ruby squeals and throws her arms around Sunny, who looks uninterested in the show of affection to the casual observer, but all the girls know she secretly adores it.

“Yeah, yeah. Check in periodically so I know you’re not in a gutter somewhere. Try to be back in time to go to dinner. We’re taking the kid out for BBQ. She needs to get some meat on her bones.” Sunny shakes Ruby off and strolls out of the office, seeing Ruby sit back next to Namjoon out of the corner of her eye. Yet another thing to keep her eye on, it seems. Although, the two of them would make a cute couple.

Sunny closes the office door behind her, before leaning back on it, closing her eyes. She just needed a moment to calm down. All the scenarios of what could be happening to Ruby had played through her mind on the way over here, each one worse than the last. Sunny knew that it was a combination of her horrible fucking anxiety mixed with what had happened to Mina that made her freak out like that. However, knowing the cause never does anything to stop her from worrying.

“So, what was that all about?” Asks the gravelly voice that she’s been hearing too often in her dreams.

Sunny looks through narrowed eyes to find the source right in front of her, casually leaning against a wall, coffee in hand. How dare he look good just standing there, wearing jeans and a plaid shirt.

“You have tiny ass legs.”

There you go, Sunny, take him down a notch.

“You have a big ass nose.” He replied in a monotone.

Sunny couldn’t help that snort that escaped and saw the answering smirk on Yoongi’s face before he started walking away.

“Your office or mine?” He asked, not looking back.

“Yours is bigger, duh.” Sunny pushed herself off the wall and followed behind.

“Two giant screens is totally unfair. I bet you only use it for porn.” Sunny commented from her comfy chair she’d taken over in a corner of Yoongi’s studio.

“Well, not only. I use it for Netflix too.”

Sunny actually laughed as Yoongi scooted his chair closer. He lounged back and cocked an eyebrow her way.

“So, that thing where you were running through the halls like a wild animal, screeching for Ruby. What was all that about? Something about the kid everyone is talking about?”

“Do you really want to do the talking thing?” Sunny joked, hoping he would think “Damn, you’re right” and drop it. Instead, he just stared at her, his expressionless face telling her to continue.

“Fine. So, everyone already knows that we were at another company. We trained for years, and we’d gotten close to debuting a few times. After a while, they started to pick up on how desperate we were. So, they started mentioning things here and there about breaking us up, moving certain members to different groups. We all adamantly refused, so they started talking about sponsors. Normally, when people hear “Sponsors” they think about products or gigs. Something of that nature. So, when I couldn’t find Mina one day, I asked around and was told they’d found her a sponsor, and she was in a meeting with him. I thought, “Oh, good for her. She deserves the world. Hopefully, this will bring her closer to her dream.” I didn’t worry about it at all.”

Sunny leans her head back into the chair and closes her eyes, bracing herself for the memories she’s about to endure.

“At least not until I mentioned it to our manager when she asked where Mina was. I saw how she looked like she was about to throw up and forced her to tell me what was going on. Turns out sponsors are men that use idols and trainees like they’re escorts. After she explained everything and found out where Mina was exactly, I stole her car and raced to the hotel where they were at. When I got to the door, I heard crying, so I broke the door handle with a fire extinguisher. There was my little sister wrapped in nothing but a sheet, crying. I was too late.The bastard was taking a shower, so I ran in there, pulled him out, and beat the shit out of him. When Mina and I got back to the dorms, I gathered the girls together and we left. The company tried to say they were going to come after us for breaking our contracts, but took it back and left us alone when we threatened to expose their little sex trade operation.”

Sunny opened her eyes and stared down at her clenched fists. “I still want to tear that company and even the building down piece by piece, but Mina wants me to leave it alone. She wants to be left in peace, and despite everything in me wanting to go to war, I’ll do what she wants. But that’s why I panicked earlier. The girls know to ALWAYS tell me where they are going to be so I can try to prevent something like this from ever happening again. I won’t fail them again.” Sunny’s voice cracks as she finishes her story and tries to keep herself together. She dares to take a peek at Yoongi, and sees him sitting with his arms resting on his thighs, staring at the ground.

He looks up, smiles softly, and simply says, “Shit.”

Sunny chuckles at that. “Yeah.”

“You know that you’re all safe here, right? And that if any of you felt threatened, you can come to one of us for help?”

“OK.”

“Look at me for a minute. I’m being actually serious here. That’s not going to happen. However, IF you hear something like that, bring it to me. I will not hesitate to shut that shit down. Got it?”

“Yes, sir, Yoongi Sir.” Sunny saluted as Yoongi rolled his eyes.

He lets out a loud, dramatic sigh, and slides his chair back. “Alright, now that we have the mushy shit out of the way, get the hell out of my office.” Yoongi commands with a big smile and Sunny thinks he’s incredibly lucky that she gets his humor or he’d be in deep shit.

Sunny walks towards the door, pausing when he starts talking again.

“What were you going to do for dinner?” He asks, facing away from her, eyes on his monitor.

“I’m taking the girls out for BBQ. Why?”

“Text me the details. We’ll join you.”

Sunny looks at the back of his head in surprise and a little irritation, since he makes everything sound like a damn command.

“I’ll think about it, and I’ll let you know when I decide.” Sunny declares as she saunters out of the office, not missing the quiet snort from the office chair.

“Enjoy your porn!”

“Thank you. I will.”

The screeching was deafening as Sunny related the news that the boys were going to join them for dinner. She watched in amusement as six grown ass women jumped for joy over hanging out with boys. Granted, she was a little excited herself for a certain black-haired loser, but she’d never admit that out loud. Only her and the crazy bitch that lived in her head knew how weak she was getting for that guy.

She felt a tug on her sleeve and looked down to see Mai Ri looking nervous. She waved her down and Sunny bent and offered her ear.

“Am I going too?” Mai Ri whispered in Sunny’s ear.

“Is that OK? I know it’s a lot of people, but there will also be a lot of food. And the boys are nice. You liked their music when you heard it, right?” Mai Ri nodded, her little face serious and deep in thought. Sunny knew she was trying to get the courage to deal with so many people at once, having been kept away from the world. She remembered how difficult it was for her to learn that skill, one that she was still working on to this day.

“If you feel like it’s too much, tell me, and I’ll bring you straight home.” Sunny watched as Mai Ri seemed to calm a bit with that promise, and started helping her get ready. She puts the girl in one of her new outfits, something big and fluffy to cover the bruises and protruding ribs, and covers anything on her face with a bit of BB cream.

As Sunny sits behind Mai Ri braiding her hair, they both watch the flurry of six women trying to get ready. Clothes were flying, makeup being dabbed on each other, at least five different perfumes being spritzed. It was a madhouse, and Sunny and Mai Ri exchanged a small smile in their little quiet corner.

Suddenly, Nara comes running up to Sunny with a hideous pink dress. “Throw this on! I don’t want you scaring the boys way, so dress girly. And let me do your makeup. OHH, and maybe some blond extensions. Maybe smile more?” She’s going a mile a minute, rifling through her jewelry box and picking out every pink monstrosity of an accessory she has.

“Do I look like Hannah Montana to you?!” Sunny drawls, and Mai Ri laughs since she’d just learned who that was today.

Nara looks at the both of them in disgust. “I swear, 24 hours in your company, and she’s already a mini you. Fine, just, at least be nice...ish. Don’t freak out Jungk...uhh...the boys.” She flips her hair nervously and goes back to primping.

Was she about to say Jungkook? Was her entire group pairing off with them one by one like some weird cliche, herself included? Interesting.

“Alright, everyone. Five minutes to take off. Finish getting ready or enjoy having dinner with your makeup half on.” Sunny yells, covering Mai Ri’s ears so as not to startle her.

The screeching intensifies.

Somehow, Sunny had ended up with Yoongi sitting next to her, with Mai Ri next to him. She would have preferred Mai Ri closer, but Yoongi had spouted some nonsense about the girl needing to be at the end of the table so she could get to the bathroom quicker if she needed to. So, here she was, plastered against Yoongi’s side. So close she could feel the heat emanating from his thighs, hear his heartbeat, and feel the timbre of his voice all throughout her body whenever he spoke. To distract herself, she watched the other girls interact with the members. They all seemed to get along well, the laughter and flirting in abundance. She noticed a few longing glances between certain people and made a note to have “the talk” with the males in question. The talk being “Hurt them and die.”

Sensing movement to her right, she turned and watched as Yoongi refilled Mai Ri’s water and placed more food in front of her. Watching him be so quietly caring was making her little Grinch heart grow in size.

“Excuse me.” Sunny looked up to meet the gaze of an older woman, and a man, possibly the husband, looking on from behind her in fond amusement. “I just wanted to tell you that you have a beautiful family. Your husband and daughter are simply beautiful.” She smiles widely at the pair, leaving Sunny stuttering.

“I...uhhh...they....”

“Thank you.” Yoongi smirks, quietly chuckling as the woman waves and walks away. He lifts a pork belly wrap to Sunny’s still agape mouth, shoving it in with ease.

“Close your mouth and eat, wife. You’re setting a bad example for our daughter.” His deadpanned voice barely hinting at it being a joke.

Nope. That totally didn’t just give her goosebumps.

Sunny struggles to chew the overstuffed wrap, looking around the table at the amused faces. She glared until they went back to their conversations, then looked at the ingredients in front of her, forming a plan for making a wrap for Yoongi in retaliation. Maybe some big ass pieces of raw garlic, too much ssamjang....

Her plot for revenge was interrupted as she felt fingers threading through her right hand. Long, elegant fingers. She looked down and stared at their hands, palm to palm, interlocking fingers, what the fuck...

She glanced at Yoongi, who was looking around the room completely straight-faced, occasionally taking a bite of something. Nonchalant as hell. He offered her a sip of his beer, unfazed by her glare when their eyes met.

Sunny wasn’t sure if she should say something, do something, whatever...so she just sat there, occasionally taking a sip of her own beer, but only able to concentrate on the fact that she really liked his hands. They were soft and warm, and his thumb kept massaging slow circles on the back of her hand, sending twinges straight to her core. They stayed like that the rest of the dinner, occasionally sending each other small, shy smiles.

“I had so much fun, Sunny!” Exclaimed the very tired little girl, currently being tucked into bed next to her. They had all finally gotten home close to midnight, having to finally leave the restaurant after watching Mai Ri yawning every five minutes.

“Can I tell you a secret?” Mai Ri whispers.

Sunny scoots closer, face to face with the girl.

“What’s up?”

“I like them. They’re nice. Especially Yoongi.” Mai Ri says softly.

You have good taste, kid.

“Hmm, I think I like them too. Should we hang out with them again?”

The girl nods her head enthusiastically, and Sunny chuckles.

“OK, Miss Ri Ri, we’ll hang out with them again. Go to sleep now.”

Sunny lay there deep in thought for maybe a minute before she heard rustling as the girl turned back to her.

“I think you should be with Yoongi. He doesn’t seem like the men that I know. He took care of me tonight and he held your hand. ”

Shit, how did she see that?

“Uh, no promises little one. We’re idols now. Dating is technically frowned upon. Besides, your big sister is one messed up weirdo. I pity anyone who dates me.”

Sunny heard the girl huff in the darkness, not pleased with that answer, obviously. Sunny did think her reading of Yoongi was correct though. She forgets occasionally how much life experience this girl has already had. Sunny starts to hum, trying to rush the girl back into slumber to avoid this awkward conversation.

“Go to sleep, little creep, you’re driving me crazy...” she sings softly to the tune of some long forgotten lullaby, making the girl giggle. She listens as her sister falls into a deep sleep, and finally closes to eyes to try and get there herself.

Her phone buzzes, and after checking to make sure Mai Ri didn’t get woken up she looks at the text.

Yoongi: Keep Saturday open. And leave the kids at home.

Sunny: Why?

Yoongi: Husband and Wife date night.

Sunny: You are running with this joke, aren’t you?

Yoongi: Our marriage is a joke to you? I’m hurt.

Sunny: Whatever. I’ll see what I can do.

Yoongi: Don’t see. Just do it.

Sunny: Yes, Min Yoongi master sir.

Yoongi: Just Oppa will do.

Sunny: Not gonna happen.

Not My Oppa Yoongi: We’ll see.

Sunny threw her phone down, determined to ignore his ridiculousness for at least the rest of the night. She realized her jaw seemed to hurt, only to feel that she was still smiling. She never smiled this much. Why was she smiling like a damn fool? This was dangerous. He was dangerous. She’s only survived this long by being strong and not trusting anyone except her girls.

So why did she want to let down her defenses around him?

She heard the rustling next to her and remembered her new reason for staying strong. She had Mai Ri now. Mai Ri who lived the same life Sunny had, and understood her better at eleven years old than anyone else ever would. She needed to focus all of her attention on her music and Mai Ri. She had no room for romance and all the drama that went with it. Besides, Yoongi didn’t need to deal with her mental baggage. By all accounts, he had plenty of his own. Yes, the best choice was to stay far, far away.

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lubdubsworld · 7 years

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Amor vincit Omnia. (Yoongi / Oc)

Chapter 15

I glanced at the watch impatiently. It was already a little past seven in the night. I was supposed to be back at the studio by now but one of the sponsors who'd agreed to meet me had been late. Now I was stuck with no way to get home. I'd called Namjoon and left him a message to pick me up but he hadn't called me back. I bit my lips nervously. The whole being independent thing was still new to me and i was nervous when it got too late...

I was so lost in thought I didn't notice someone slip behind me and grip my wrist. I yelped and then relaxed when I noticed it was Hye Mi.

"Oh, you're here. Did Namjoon ask you to pick me up?? " I said , relieved and she nodded. She refused to meet my eyes.

"Yoongi and Namjoon are busy. I'll drop you off at your place. Come on, we need to go." She said briskly.

"Okay." i said, relief flooding me in one rush.

The moment we reached outside , I noticed that it was a Van. Not the usual expensive car that these people drove

"Where are Tae and jimin? I tried calling them too. " I said nervously.

"Not everyone's a freeloader like you. Some of us work for a living. Hurry up, get in.." she opened the door to the van and I climbed in quickly. She climbed in behind me.

And grabbed my wrists and yanked my hands behind my back.

"what are you doing?" I screamed when I felt the cold click of handcuffs around my wrist.

"No hard feelings." she said and the next moment, a strip of cloth went over my mouth gagging me. I was too stunned to struggle as she tied me up. And then she grabbed my shoulders and pushed me against the other side of the door.

I tried not to panic. No point panicking. Hye Mi was on Yoongi's side. I was sure of that.

And Yoongi wouldn't let me get hurt.

I was sure of that too.

No need to panic prematurely.

I stayed perfectly still and she didn't talk to me either. I stared out of the car but really I didn't know where we were driving through. I'd never been out and around Seoul. Hye Mi drove straight up to an old abandoned warehouse and I suddenly had a flashback to the night my father had died. I felt my entire body go cold. I didn't want to be here I really didn't. She pulled up inside and the next moment , a guy came out from the shadows.

"I brought her. Now let him go!" Hye Mi shouted.

Oh, God.

I blinked, pretty sure what was going on.

The only question that hung was, why me?! It made no sense. Using me to get Yoongi is one thing...Why one earth would it be the other way round.

"Is she here, then?"

That voice.

I froze in genuine panic.

Wu Yi fan?

The door to the van opened and I tried to crawl away as he reached for me. It was impossible. My wrists were handcuffed and I was wearing heels. i had zero mobility as he grabbed the back of my hair, fingers sinking into the strands and gripping so hard my eyes stung. He dragged me out by my hair and I hit the concrete pavement on my knees, the skin scraping off painfully as he kept dragging me. My arms flailed a bit as i tried to stop the painful skid, stumbling to my feet awkwardly.

Yoongi was on his knees in the middle of the warehouse and my eyes widened when I saw the bruised eye and the cut on his lip. My heart pounded right out of my ribcage when i caught sight of his face.

There was a gun to his head.

"What the fuck are you doing?" He whispered, eyes trained on Hye Mi.

"Getting you the fuck out of here, is what. We don't fucking need her...You're more important..." She hissed out .

"That's right Yoongi. She isn't worth your time.." Yifan yanked on my hair again, pulling me closer to Yoongi. He pulled the gag out of my mouth and I spluttered.

Yoongi gave me a passing glance before focusing on Yi fan.

"This is between you and me. Leave her out of it. Fight me like a man, you fucking coward. " He said softly.

Yi Fan smiled eerily, grabbed my arm and pulled me close, lightly brushing back a strand of hair at my temple, his touch making my flesh crawl.

"You're such a self absorbed piece of shit, Min Yoongi. You think this is about you? It isn't. It's about this little girl right here. So fucking beautiful. I saw her that night and just had to have her. The fact that she's your wife? Just the icing on the cake. " He gripped my cheeks with bruising force that made my eyes crinkle in pain. Pain that radiated all the way to my skull. My eyes threatened to roll over and I fought to stay steady.

"Really? You're going to go there, Yi Fan? We both know, I'll tear you limb from limb if you touch her. You have some nerve coming after my wife. Let her go or I'll fucking rip you to shreds with my bare hands. " Yoongi spat out.

"Stop this! Both of you. Yi Fan, you said you'd let Yoongi go if I brought her to you..." Hye Mi yelled.

Yi fan nodded.

"Let him go."

He reached for his gun, pulled the safety and before I knew what was happening he thrust the muzzle right into my mouth. I choked at the intrusion, terrified out of my wits as I struggled against the handcuffs on my wrist.

"I'll let him go. I don't want to kill him anyway. At least not the way I usually do...instead, Min Yoon Gi ssi can experience the joy of knowing that his beloved wife will be spending the night with me. You know how much I can do to her in a couple of hours, don't you, Yoongi ? Tell me...does she deep throat...?" He rammed the gun down my throat and I choked, the metal hitting the back of my throat and making me gag.

"Look at that mouth. i could fuck that mouth for hours...Bet she let you do that, didn't she...it's the innocent ones that turn out to be the biggest whores in the bedroom." He said thoughtfully. He pulled the gun out and I coughed.

The guy standing behind Yoongi pulled him to his feet and Yoongi stumbled forward, eyes fixed unwaveringly on me.

Min Yoongi smiled and it was so eerie, I had to look away.

"You're forgetting who she is, Wu Yi Fan. She's my wife. You touch her and I kill you, Yi Fan. It's really that simple. If you don't want to die, you should really let her go." He said casually. He was standing there like he owned the place. Like he didn't have his wrists tied behind him and ...oh God, was that blood all on his shirt??!!

"Oh, i'll let her go. After i get what I want. Let's make a deal, Yoongi. You can come pick her up tomorrow. Same place. She'll still be alive. Well, hopefully. So you and your mistress can get the hell away from here . " Yi Fan said and Hye Mi moved forward grabbing on to Yoongi.

Yoongi turned around to look at her and I'd never seen him look so murderous in my entire life.

He shoved her so hard she went sprawling across the floor, a surprised cry of distress escaping her throat. I stared at him in disbelief.

"How could you bring here here??? You're dead to me , you vindictive bitch..." He said coldly and Hye Mi looked like she had been shot.

"I knew it. I knew you were fucking in love with her... Well that just makes it all easier for me. You can stay, watch and then die together.." Yi Fan sneered.

Yoongi turned on him and gave him a level stare.

" You think this is a fucking joke? I'll burn your fucking empire to the ground if you don't get your hands off her this instant." Yoongi hissed and I realized that he was going to get himself shot .

"It's alright. I'll be fine. You should get out of here." I said desperately, terrified out of my mind for him.

What could the guy possibly do? Rape? I swallowed. Surely it wouldn't hurt as much as my father's assaults. I'd lived through that hadn't I ? I didn't mind , really if I could go back to Yoongi after it was over. Maybe I was going crazy after all.

"Shut your mouth, you idiot. I told you a billion times not to trust anyone!!" Yoongi snapped at me and I recoiled.

Of course he'd find a way to blame me for everything.... The horrible man!!

Yifan looked amused.

"True love. Always warms my heart. Fine then. How about you two hang around here , watch me have fun with your pretty wife? It'll also spare me the worry of our Hye Mi ssi going and calling for reinforcements. not that it would matter much. I have snipers all over this area. The moment one of your little buddies come sniffing, I'm putting a bullet in their head. " He grinned , yanking me forward again.

Yoongi shut his eyes. when he opened them again they were fairly blazing with fury.

"Stop stalling , you son of a bitch. If you haven't got the guts to do what you want to, at least let us go."

Yi Fan punched him right in the face and I whimpered. It struck me then,. that I really loved this man. The sight of him getting hurt made me want to die.

"Cocky bastard. I'm going to enjoy fucking your wife while you watch helplessly." Yi Fan spat out and slapped me hard across the face. My ears rang and I lost my footing.

"You want your husband to live? You don't make a sound. Understand?" He snapped. I struggled desperately, every cell screaming to get away.

"Excellent, I do my best work in front of an interested audience. Boys, why don't you give Mr. CEO the front seat to our little show and I'll bring our main lead along." He kissed the side of my neck and suddenly the reality of what was happening slammed into me. My entire mind split into two. One part experiencing what was happening while the other tried to think of a possible way to get out of this, unscathed. My throat went dry and sweat broke out on my forehead.

He shoved me hard and I hit the edge of the wall as I got dragged inside.

"Please..." I choked out.

"Don't beg, Ji Soo!!! ." Yoongi's harsh voice came from behind me and I felt tears sting as I tried to catch a glimpse of him. They'd tied him to a chair, the gun still pressed to his forehead.

"Don't beg and only look at me. You got that baby? Look at me... I’m here.. You’re going to be okay... Don't look away." He said softly.

But although he said those words, it wasn’t with that cool confidence that he had at the auction.

The look on his face was ...hopeless. In all the time I'd ever known him, I'd never once seen Yoongi look anything less than confident.

That look...it told me I wasn't getting out of this.

I am going to die, I thought with sudden, detached clarity. I'm going to die today and no one can stop it.

Yoongi knew it as well as I did.

there was no way I was getting out of this room alive.

Hysterical sobs built up inside my throat , cut off by the next blow to my ribs, cutting off my breath.

Yi Fan yanked my hair again, dragging me to the center of the room and pushing me on the floor. He landed a few solid kicks on my ribs, each one stronger than the one before and I could feel white hot pain explode inside my body in rapid succession.

I watched as he pulled a bottle of something out of his pocket.

"Yi Fan. Don't!!" Yoongi shouted and I groaned when the man just grabbed my cheeks, pushing it together till I opened my mouth. He dropped a couple of pills inside and made me swallow it .

My eyes fluttered shut and my head began to loll.

My vision began to fade.

Yoongi was shouting ....something?? i couldn't focus no matter how hard I tried. Images no longer registered. Neither did voices. Instead I could feel every single touch to my body like fire. It was all too much and I could feel darkness seeping in on the edges of my eyes.

"Oh, no you don't. I want you conscious."

I gasped as cold water got poured all over me, bringing me back to my senses. I tried to focus on something, grip something , get a hold on something real but my fingers found only air. Then suddenly, the click of the handcuff made me startle. I tried to look for Yoongi but my vision wasn't cooperating. instead delicious warmth was spreading through my body. The fear and panic dissolved and something else took it's place. My limbs went loose and I crumbled into Yi Fan's arms, completely wasted.

"Is your body telling you, you want it? You want my cock don't you?" The filthy words made me want to puke. He grabbed my hair and dragged me to the floor. HE hit me again, right across the jaw and the world exploded around me in Finally my eyes landed on Yoongi.

"Yoongi..." I managed to choke out and he looked like he was dying. So did I. Pain had stopped registering inside me in waves and now it was sort of a constant living thing, engulfing all my senses and making breathing difficult,

"It's okay....You're going to be okay...I'm getting us out of here...Look at me, babe. I won’t let anything happen to you.. You just got to stay conscious okay... I’m going to make this stop... ..." He whispered.

I nodded.

Of course he was.

He was Min Yoongi.

He'd killed my father for hurting me.

He would kill Yi Fan too. But I wouldn't be around to thank him for it. Suddenly, it seemed absolutely imperative that I tell him that I'm grateful.

Thank you, I wanted to say, thank you for everything.

"I love you..." was what I ended up saying. His eyes widened and then narrowed with fierce determination.

"We're getting out of this.... " He said again and I nodded, even as Yi Fan grabbed the back of my head and yanked me closer, pushing me flat on my back and yanking my skirt up.

The touch of his hand on my body paralyzed me momentarily. My mind was fractured telling me two different things. The drug I'd swallowed clamored to make me feel pleasure while pain and disgust battled inside my conscience. His grip on my hair tightened and he yanked my head till I was looking up at him. Then he flipped me over and his hand came over my face, hard like a ham, twisting my mouth as he held me up against his body. His chest was hard, unyielding against my back as he grabbed my waist and yanked me till I was on all fours. I could taste gun metal in his fingers and blood in my mouth as he thrust them into my mouth.

"Look at you... So fucking beautiful..."

His erection pressed into the space between my thighs and I felt helpless. I didn't know what to say or do to make this stop.

I looked up and Yoongi looked very calm and serene as he stared at Yi Fan. I shivered a bit at the cold fury that was radiating off his body. whether i made it or not, I was pretty sure Yoongi was going to butcher Yi Fan.

"I've got a present for you..." Yi Fan whispered. The next second something metallic clinched over my neck and everything went blank as my body hit it's pain threshold and went tumbling over. He was choking me with a metal link, I thought distractedly, choking as my airway got constricted. I'd never experienced anything like it. It made me feel like i was drowning , falling, flying and dying all at the same time. Stunned out of my senses , I didn't notice the movement to my left.

Suddenly , Yi Fan got ripped away from my body and I fell face first onto the concrete floor. Shots rang out like bell chimes, quick and in rapid succession and I could hear bodies dropping all around. I heard Namjoon's familiar voice near my ear and sobbed in relief.

"I've got you...It's alright..."

My eyes automatically went to Yoongi, while Jimin untied his wrists. He looked feverish with fury. I tried to focus on him but he wasn't even looking at me. His eyes trained purposefully on Yi Fan who lay a few feet away, with a bullet wound in his shoulder. I would have loved to focus on whatever he was going to do to the bastard but my body was numb from the neck down and there was a warm wetness around my neck as Namjoon gathered me into his arms.

"Water..." I choked out.

A sudden inhuman scream came from behind us and Namjoon turned. His entire face went pale as he hugged me close, pressing my face to his chest and he carried me up. The scream turned to sobbing and my husband's voice came floating over the air between us.

"I'm going to tear you apart , inch by inch...and you're going to be conscious the entire time. When I'm done there won't be enough of you left to fill a fucking match box." His voice was so terrifyingly grim that I shut my eyes.

"Fuck did you see that Namjoon.... Yoongi...He chopped his arm off...." Taehyung's voice came from somewhere and Namjoon snarled at him.

"Watch your mouth you little..."

I felt physically sick.

I'd forgotten that side of him. The violent side and my mind rejected it so hard that I could feel the darkness closing in.

"Can you stay conscious...we need to get you to the hospital..." Namjoon said. My eyes fluttered open and to my surprise, it was Yoongi kneeling in front of me, looking flushed, his pupils blown with rage. He was covered in blood and his blonde hair was matted with it.

"Have you ever killed someone?" He said roughly, staring at me with a disconcertingly blank expression.

"Yoongi..." I whispered, untangling myself from Nam Joon and holding my arms out, draping them around his shoulders as i tipped forward into his chest. He caught me easily, arms holding me tight in a hug while he kissed the side of my head.

"Do you want to kill him? Shoot him in the fucking face while he begs for his life..." He asked, voice trembling and I gripped him tighter.

"No..No... I want...I want to get out of here."

Yoongi nodded.

And then he turned casually , aimed the revolver right at Yi Fan and I turned away as the shot rang out, shutting my eyes when I pictured Yi Fan with a bullet to his head.

My heart pounded in strong rejection . No matter how hard I tried I couldn't come to terms with Yoongi killing people. I clutched his shoulders harder, while slowly exhaustion began to creep in. I felt my fingers slip up into his hair automatically and I blinked when I felt congealed blood that came off sticky against my fingers.

"Oh, God. You're hurt..." I whispered..

"Just a scratch. Let's get you out of here." He whispered. As i relaxed against him i felt unaccountably sad.

I wasn't supposed to lean on him wasn't I ?

We weren't....

We weren't what? I thought groggily.

I was thinking something, feeling something that I didn't know or understand . It scared me so much I began struggling in his arms.

"Yoongi..." I said panicking and he just shushed me, hugged me closer and carried me up into his arms.

As he held me against his chest in the ride to the hospital , I realized that there was something very wrong with me. My head ached and I felt like I was drowning.

I tried to sit up really. But darkness began to cloud over my senses.

Author’s note : Will you hate me terribly if she dies?

#bts fanfics #bts imagines #bts gang au #bts min yoongi #bts min suga

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