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Never Mind

You and Jimin analyse risk for clinical trials. Namjoon? He's just there for the ride.

Pairing: Jimin x F! reader, Namjoon x F! reader

Rating: 18+

Genre: Non-idol AU, smut, fluff

Warnings: Sexually explicit scenes, explicit language, anxiety

Part 1

Jimin doesn’t believe in coincidences. He is an analyst, paid to assess risk and overcome cognitive biases and to come up with a realistic assessment. Multi-million dollar projects are started based on his assessment of the risks.

Jimin is paid well for what he does, and he is one of the best in his field.

He looks at facts. Which is why he does not like you. He does not understand your thought process, which is fraught with bias and coloured by experience.

He glares at you over his printouts.

You look back at him unfazed.

‘That’s all very well Jimin, but the odds are it’ll be fine,’ you say, waving a hand airily.

Jimin feels like he could spontaneously combust at your words. ‘Odds are?’ he splutters. ‘Why would you make that assumption when we can quantify the risk exactly? This is what I’m paid to do!’

He is trying to talk sense into you, but there is no reasoning with you.

You wave a hand again. ‘Yes, everything’s a trade-off. There are risks associated with everything.’

Jimin feels a pulse throbbing in his temples. ‘Yes,’ he agrees, seething. ‘Yes. But I can quantify this risk.’

You stare at your teammate, concerned for his blood pressure.

‘Ok,’ you say amiably. ‘We’ll do it your way.’

You present your findings and Jimin’s risk analysis to your manager, Seokjin.

Seokjin frowns. ‘That’ll never work. Let’s just run it like we ran the Bexsero trial.’

You nod. ‘Sure that makes sense, let’s do that.’

You and Seokjin smile at each other. Jimin clenches his fists.

‘My risk analysis tells me we can’t run it like the Bexsero trial. We need to change the way we recruit,’ Jimin says, trying to keep his voice even.

You stifle a yawn. ‘So I thought maybe we could have each centre approach their own IT team.’

‘Sounds good,’ Seokjin agrees instantly. He beams at you and Jimin. ‘Good chat. Let’s get going on this.’

Jimin fumes as he returns to his desk. If they’re just going to go by this flying by the seat of your pants, finger in the wind approach, why has he been hired? He rearranges his papers furiously.

You walk into your shared office with Jimin. He is huffing as he rearranges his already meticulously tidy desk. You know why he is annoyed, but you haven’t got the headspace to smooth his ruffled feathers right now.

Your phone is lighting up. Your sister, whom you love dearly, is having some sort of wedding crisis involving the florist. Sighing, you answer and are bombarded with her half-hysterical ranting. You promise to go to the florist with her to mediate during your lunch hour. You glance at the time after you come off the phone with her. It is barely 10am.

You yawn. You are exhausted from dealing with your sister’s wedding. Plus the man you are dating currently is completely nocturnal and assumes everyone is. He keeps dropping by your apartment after midnight and keeping you up for hours. You are considering breaking things off just so you can sleep. Namjoon is incredible in bed though. You shiver just thinking about the things he did to you last night.

You glance over at Jimin, who is furiously typing on his keyboard. You need a coffee. You go to make yourself one in the staff breakroom and impulsively make Jimin one too.

You place the coffee on his desk. ‘Sorry about Seokjin earlier. I’m not disregarding your findings. I just genuinely think most things work out.’

Jimin flicks his eyes up at you.

You give him a sheepish smile and walk back to your desk.

The sudden downpour whilst you are walking back from the florist catches you off guard. Cursing, you hurry back to your office. You tidy yourself as best you can before going back to your desk, but there is no hiding that your blouse is completely soaked. Thankfully it’s opaque.

Jimin looks up at you as you slide into your seat. You smile at him, hoping he has recovered from his morning tantrum.

His gaze slips over your soaked clothes. He sighs, and a moment later, gets up.

You busy yourself firing off a few replies to your team. When Jimin comes back from wherever he went, he places a white shirt on your desk.

You look up at him curiously.

‘It’s my spare. It should fit you,’ he says.

‘Oh are you sure?’ you ask.

‘Yeah,’ Jimin says. He gives you a begrudging half smile then. ‘It’s freezing in here. You should get changed.’

Gratefully, you accept and go to get dressed. You have always thought of Jimin as being of slight build, but his fitted shirt looks oversized on you.

‘Thanks Jimin. I’ll get this laundered and back to you as soon as I can,’ you say when you get back to your desk.

You spend the rest of the afternoon working in companionable silence.

***

Jimin is annoyed again. You can tell by the way he is flicking at the clip on his pen. The plastic breaks off suddenly, and Jimin’s eyes flash. He opens his mouth, and you brace.

Seokjin, who seems incapable of reading Jimin’s tells as well as you can, barrels on.

‘Bexsero follow up is going great,’ he says. ‘The investigators are running it themselves. Recruitment is ahead of schedule. They want us to start designing phase 3.’

You are still looking at Jimin.

‘I think they’re getting ahead of themselves. I think we should hold on phase 3 until we get the initial data analysis back,’ Jimin argues. ‘It’ll save us time in the long run if we troubleshoot any problems just in case we need to re-run phase 2.’

You personally agree with Jimin, and say so. ‘I think we need to put a rush on the data analysis from 2 before we start phase 3,’ you say.

Seokjin looks at you, intrigued. You are normally of a similar mindset to him, so for you to advise caution is significant.

‘Ok. Put a rush on phase 2 and we’ll talk again,’ he says.

On the way back to your office, Jimin scowls at you. ‘Why does he listen to you and not to me?’ he bursts out.

‘It’s not that he’s not listening to you. He’s just reading you and not your words,’ you explain. ‘Seokjin always looks at the bigger perspective. He doesn’t deal with detail, not the way you and I do. That’s why he needs us.’

‘He knows you usually err on the side of caution. He knows I accept risk, therefore when I advise caution, he sees it as significant.’ You shrug. ‘It’s simple psychology.’

You yawn. Namjoon came over at 4am. It’s 9.30am now, for all you know he is still asleep, snoring like he was when you left him.

Jimin glares at you. ‘Why are you so tired all the time? Do you need multivitamins?’

You are taken aback, surprised that Jimin has noticed. He rarely says anything to you that isn’t work-related.

‘My boyfriend keeps coming over in the middle of the night,’ you say to Jimin.

Jimin huffs. He goes over to his desk and hands you a bottle of orange chewable multivitamins. ‘Tell him not to,’ he says, reasonably.

You yawn again, trying unsuccessfully to stifle it. ‘Thanks Jimin.’ You pop one of his multivitamins, and hand the bottle back to him.

Jimin walks back to his desk. You stare at his back for a few minutes. You have never really noticed before, but his suits are always beautifully fitted.

‘Do you get your suits tailored?’ you ask.

Jimin undoes his suit jacket, hanging it up by his desk. He gives you a quizzical look.

‘My tailor also does women,’ he says by way of answer, giving your slightly crumpled silk dress a pointed look.

You smooth a wrinkle self-consciously. None of your clothes are tailored.

You bite your lip and log on to your computer. Jimin looks at you a second longer, then you feel his eyes leave you as he gets back to work.

***

Namjoon stops by your office at the end of the day. He is a big man, and looks slightly ridiculous stuffed into the tiny armchair in the corner as you finish off your work.

Just as you log off, your phone lights up. You glance at it, thinking it might be your sister, who is meeting with the caterers today.

Joon: Show me your panties.

Your gaze flies to him. He raises an eyebrow at you.

You glance at Jimin, who looks in no hurry to leave. He hasn’t moved in a while, he barely nodded to Namjoon when he turned up.

You get up, bidding Jimin goodbye. Namjoon crowds you as you leave the office, his large frame so close you can feel the warmth emanating from him.

‘Is there a bathroom,’ Namjoon murmurs, lowering his head to brush his lips to your ear.

Without answering, you grab his hand, pulling him into the staff bathroom down the corridor. Namjoon is nothing if not quick. He locks the door, immediately pulling up your dress so he can look at your panties.

He just looks at you a second, tongue coming out to flick against his lips.

‘Pink lace suits your skin tone,’ he remarks. You flush, feeling your whole body heat at his words.

Namjoon smirks. He presses you against the door, undoing his jeans and rolling the bulge of his cock against you.

‘I’ve been hard since I walked in and saw you in that dress,’ he says.

‘It’s a little rumpled,’ you say.

Namjoon just laughs. ‘It’s about to get a whole lot more rumpled,’ he promises you.

His skilful fingers slip into your panties, slipping against your folds.

He pushes against your clit, and you slide your panties down to give him more room.

‘You’re so big,’ you gasp. Namjoon’s large hands push your legs apart, and then he is entering you.

You aren’t quite wet enough, but the friction of him pushing into you only heightens your arousal. Namjoon’s hands cup your ass, pulling your legs around his waist as he pounds you into the door.

You hang onto his shoulders for dear life as he fucks you. When he cums, he lets out a low groan and rests his head on your shoulder.

‘I’m sorry,’ he gasps into your neck. ‘You just look so pretty.’

You stroke his face. ‘I love it when you cum in me,’ you whisper to him.

He dimples at you as he helps you to straighten out your dress.

You swing open the bathroom door to see Jimin. He raises an eyebrow at you and Namjoon.

You decide to brazen it out even though your cheeks are on fire.

‘See you tomorrow Jimin,’ you say. Namjoon slips an arm around you, so you don’t see how Jimin reacts as you leave.

***

You put a coffee on Jimin’s desk.

He looks up at you, one eyebrow quirked.

‘You were right to be cautious. The phase 2 initial analyses suggest we need to rework before phase 3,’ you say.

He nods. ‘I know.’

‘Alsosorryaboutthebathroomsex,’ you say in one breath. You turn and walk back to your desk.

‘Youcandowhatyouwant,’ he replies, also in one breath.

You look up at him, surprised, and burst out laughing as he waggles his eyebrows at you.

‘Seokjin’s going to make us stay late to rework it,’ Jimin says. ‘What do you want for dinner?’

You think about it. ‘I could do a poke bowl,’ you suggest.

Jimin nods. ‘I know a great place. I’ll order.’

Jimin unpacks your food. It smells delicious.

You raise an eyebrow when he pushes a beer your way.

‘It came with the meal,’ he says, shrugging. He flips the cap off his and takes a long swig. ‘I think we’ll need it don’t you?’

You’ve never seen each other socially despite working together for a year, and he couldn’t possibly know what a lightweight you are.

You tip your bottle his way in a salute and take a big gulp. If nothing else, it’ll make this evening of work go faster.

Jimin smiles as he sees you squinting at the screen. He’s already done most of the work he needs to do, but you seem to be stalled.

‘I can’t do it,’ you say finally, leaning back. ‘The words are dancing.’ You seem to think that’s an adequate explanation.

Jimin snorts. ‘Why didn’t you tell me you’re such a lightweight?’

‘Why would we ever drink at work?’ you retort. You get up. ‘I’d better get home,’ you say, nodding to him. ‘I’m not getting anything done.’

Jimin shuts down his computer. ‘I’ll take you home,’ he says.

You smile at him, and not for the first time, Jimin thinks to himself what a pretty smile you have.

He helps you with your coat.

In the lift, you seem content to lean against the mirrored wall, humming to yourself under your breath.

‘What are you singing?’ he asks.

‘Not singing,’ you reply, widening your eyes.

Jimin raises his eyebrows and turns away.

You start humming again.

Jimin’s eyes fly back to yours, and you start laughing.

Jimin’s lips quirk with amusement. ‘If I’d known you’re this cute when you’re drunk I’d have bought you a drink a long time ago.’

You smile back at him. ‘It certainly makes the work day go quicker. We should keep a stash in the office.’

Jimin laughs. ‘You’d never get anything done.’

You lean close, and whisper conspiratorially, ‘I never get anything done anyway.’

Your phone rings, and you answer. It’s your sister. She’s at the wedding venue, and needs your input on the lighting.

You say you’ll be right there.

Jimin frowns at you. ‘You’re drunk. How can you help?’

You nod. ‘Can you help? You’ve got a good eye for aesthetics. Look at your desk.’

‘What’s wrong with my desk?’ Jimin grumbles, but he agrees to go with you to the wedding venue anyway.

At the venue, your sister Cari is pacing. She looks relieved when she sees you and Jimin.

‘I need your help! I need to speak to the lighting guys tomorrow and I don’t know what I want,’ Cari says. She looks at Jimin.

‘This is Jimin,’ you say belatedly. ‘Jimin, this is my sister Cari.’

Cari’s fiancé Hoseok nods to your both. His eyes meet yours. ‘Help,’ he mouths at you.

You smile back and try not to look too drunk.

‘I’m good with lighting,’ Jimin says smoothly. He smiles at Cari, offers his arm and takes her with him around the beautiful banquet hall.

Hoseok looks at you, your overly flushed cheeks. ‘Have you been drinking?’ he asks.

You just smile serenely at him.

Hoseok chuckles. ‘Do you have any for me?’

You shake your head. ‘Jimin got me a beer.’ You hiccup.

Hoseok laughs. ‘How long have you and Jimin been dating?’

‘Oh we’re not dating,’ you say airily. ‘We work together.’

Hoseok and you sit in a corner as Jimin and Cari walk around the room. She is hanging off his every word, eyes focused on him.

Cari comes running up to you. ‘Jimin is amazing. He has so many great ideas,’ she says, beaming at you. ‘Thank you so much,’ she says, turning to Jimin.

Jimin beams at her, and you notice for the first time how pretty he is when he smiles. He has his hair pushed back, revealing his smooth forehead, and he has undone a few of the buttons on his shirt. His collarbones look like they could cut glass.

You catch yourself with a start. Are you really thirsting over your tightly wound analyst teammate?

Jimin’s eyes meet yours, and you flush.

Hoseok, having seen the whole exchange, nudges you. ‘Thanks for bringing Jimin,’ he says.

You nod, not trusting yourself to speak. You bid Cari and Hoseok goodbye and walk out into the cool night air with Jimin.

‘Thank you,’ you say. You have sobered up a bit whilst waiting for Cari and Jimin. ‘Cari’s been so stressed over the wedding and you were much more helpful than I would have been.’

Jimin looks down, almost shyly. ‘Glad I could help.’

‘How do you know so much about lighting?’ you ask.

‘I like interior design,’ he replies. He laughs. ‘Plus I’ve been to a lot of weddings.’

‘Want to grab some ice cream?’ you ask impulsively.

Jimin’s answer is instantaneous. ‘Sure, love to.’

You end up getting frozen yogurt and eating it in a nearby park.

‘I love this place,’ you tell Jimin.

He looks around, a little confused. ‘This park?’ he asks.

‘No, this city,’ you say. ‘I’ve always wanted to live here.’

Jimin turns to look at you. You hadn’t realised he was sitting so close.

His lips look soft, pillowy, and suddenly the thing you want most in the world is to kiss them.

He is staring at you, and you flush.

‘I should get going,’ you say. ‘I’m sure Seokjin will want us to do more re-dos tomorrow.’

Jimin looks like he’s about to say something else, but he doesn’t say anything as you both get up and leave the park.

***

Namjoon’s shoulders look like a wall from this angle. He is shaving in front of your bathroom mirror, bare back flexing and tapering into the white towel slung loosely around his hips.

You press a gentle kiss to his shoulder.

‘God, do you have to be so sexy?’ you ask teasingly.

Namjoon turns, and his eyes drop to your bare chest. He reaches out and tweaks one of your nipples as you step past him into the shower.

You squeal and give him a mock-stern look.

You turn on the shower and start lathering your back.

A second later you hear the shower door slide open, and Namjoon’s broad frame is pressing against you.

‘Joon!’ you say, surprised.

He doesn’t say anything, bending down to mouth at your wet breasts.

He sucks on a nipple, opening his mouth wide, taking as much of your breast as he can in his mouth. His hand comes up to press against your other breast.

You cry out.

He slips his hand over your hip, reaching between your legs to thumb at your clit.

Your knees start to buckle, and he curves two fingers up, slipping them into you.

‘Joon,’ you breathe. ‘Joon.’

He grunts. ‘I want to feel you cumming on my dick.’

His fingers stroke into you, and you press your hands against his chest.

‘More?’ he asks, voice like velvet.

‘More,’ you nod, gasping as he pulls his fingers out and presses his cock against you.

‘More?’ he asks again, as though he doesn’t know the answer.

‘More,’ you cry. You press yourself to him, grabbing onto his hard ass.

He pushes into you, and you let out a hiss at the stretch. No matter how many times you fuck, the initial stretch burns so well.

Namjoon gasps out a breath. ‘You feel so good, why do you always feel so good?’

He rocks into you, rolling his hips in a slow grind that hits you in all the right places.

His hand palms your breast, and the sight of his large hand over your chest, his arm flexing as he pulls your hips against his is so erotic you can feel yourself getting slicker and slicker.

‘Namjoon!’ you gasp, biting on his shoulder hard as you cum.

‘God, fuck, fuck,’ he grinds out, fucking you into the bathroom wall. He pulls out and you slip onto your knees, taking his hard cock into your mouth.

He yells, hand tangling in your hair as he spurts his cum into your throat.

You stick your tongue out at him and swallow his cum down.

Namjoon leans against the wall, breathing hard.

‘Fuck. I’m going to be late,’ he says.

You raise your eyebrows at him, and he has the good grace to look slightly abashed.

After Namjoon leaves, you lounge on your sofa, trying to find something to watch on TV. Your phone rings. It’s Jimin.

‘Hey,’ you say. You don’t think Jimin has ever phoned you in the year you’ve been working together, but you are getting along better lately.

He sounds like he is panting, breathless.

‘Are you ok?’ you ask, sitting up.

Jimin lets out a sound you’ve never heard him make.

‘Anxiety attack,’ he stutters out.

‘Text me your address. I’m coming to you,’ you say, getting up.

You shove your bare feet into shoes and grab your keys.

By the time you get to him, twenty minutes later, he is slumped down over a park bench. He glances up when you approach, eyes unfocused.

You put a hand over his forearm, squeezing reassuringly.

‘You’re ok, Jimin,’ you tell him.

He is glassy eyed, and you feel a pang of worry as you slip your arm around him.

His breathing is shallow, uneven, and you hold him until you feel him settle into a more regular pattern.

Finally he pulls away slightly, and you let go.

He is flushed, sweaty, and you want to ask him so many questions but instead you settle for an, ‘Are you hungry? Shall we get something to eat?’

Jimin nods.

You slide in next to him at a little noodle bar. You order for the both of you and just sit, taking in the surroundings.

‘So, Namjoon is doing some time in the recording studio tonight,’ you say conversationally, when he doesn’t say anything. ‘Did you know that he raps? He’s pretty good. He’s a bit more PG-13 than he was. You should hear some of the filth he used to come out with.’

You chuckle to yourself fondly.

Jimin snorts. He is getting some colour back.

‘He needs to stop waking you up in the middle of the night,’ he says, and he sounds like his usual self.

You run a hand over your face. ‘We don’t always choose the things that are best for us,’ you say, stifling a yawn.

Your noodles are served, and you eat in silence.

You are sharing green tea ice cream when Jimin speaks again. ‘I have anxiety. I usually take medication for it. I like our job because it gives me control.’

It’s the most he’s ever told you about his personal life.

You nudge him. ‘Really? A job with Kim Seokjin at the helm gives you control?’ you tease.

Jimin chuckles. ‘He is chaotic isn’t it?’

‘Almost as chaotic as me,’ you say. You look up at him through your lashes. ‘Go on, you can admit it. How annoyed were you when I moved into your office?’

Jimin laughs. He is pretty gorgeous when he smiles. ‘Your desk organisation is appalling. But you’re hard not to like.’

You grin at him. ‘That’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me,’ you tell him.

You busy yourself finishing off your ice cream, and almost miss what he says next.

‘I’m sorry if I haven’t been nice to you,’ he says quietly.

You look up, surprised. ‘You are nice, Jimin. Even if you did try to get me drunk at work.’

Jimin snorts. ‘I’ve never seen anyone get drunk off one beer.’

You hang your head, shamefaced.

Jimin just laughs.

***

Jimin goes totally still and slowly tilts his head up, fixing Seokjin with the iciest glare you’ve ever seen.

You shudder.

Seokjin is oblivious.

Jimin opens his mouth, and Seokjin’s phone goes off. He raises a hand and excuses himself.

You turn to Jimin.

‘Breathe,’ you say, worriedly.

Jimin is so tense it looks like he is about to shatter into a million pieces.

‘Breathe!’ you beg.

You put your hand on his shoulder and he shudders out a breath.

‘I’ll kill him,’ Jimin says, flatly.

‘He’ll do what you say. He knows you were right. He’s going to come back in and ask me about what you said.’

You lean back as Jimin turns his gaze on you.

‘Obviously I’ll agree with you. It’s the only sensible thing to do. But if you kill Seokjin we’ll have to start all over with a new manager. Imagine how much effort that’ll be.’

You are talking so quickly you can barely breathe.

Jimin sucks in a breath. You don’t hear him exhale.

Your phone pings.

Joon: What are you wearing?

You ignore it. It pings again.

Joon: I’ll pick you up after work.

You silence your phone and look at Jimin worriedly.

Your phone starts vibrating.

You turn it over and are presented with a dick pic. Namjoon has sent you a picture of his large hand over his large cock, palming it over his grey boxer briefs.

You admire it for a second then realise Jimin is peering over your shoulder.

‘Are you really sexting your overly muscled, horny freak of a boyfriend right now?’ Jimin asks, incredulous.

You flip your phone over. ‘Why are you looking at my messages?’ you ask. ‘Also, I’m not sexting him. He’s sexting me.’

Seokjin re-enters the room just in time to hear your last sentence.

‘So I agree with Jimin,’ you say quickly.

Seokjin waves a hand airily. ‘Sure. Do what you want. I trust you both. I also want you both at the next dinner so pencil that in.’

Jimin and you walk back to your office.

‘Also he’s not overly muscled,’ you say. ‘He’s got a rocking body.’

Jimin tilts his head, considering. ‘He’s a good-looking guy,’ he agrees.

You narrow your eyes at him, looking for any sign he might be mocking you.

Jimin blinks innocently at you.

You sigh. ‘I’m meeting Cari and Hoseok tomorrow at the cake company. Can you come with?’

Jimin considers this just long enough for you to worry he’s going to say no.

‘Sure,’ he says finally, smirking at your worried face.

‘Want a coffee?’ you offer as you head for the staff kitchen.

‘Yes please,’ Jimin calls out behind you.

Namjoon picks you up from work. You get him to wait in the armchair while you pack up your work laptop.

Jimin looks Namjoon right in the eye. ‘Nice briefs,’ he says.

You nearly choke on air.

You zero in on Jimin, looking at you and Namjoon like butter wouldn’t melt.

Namjoon, remarkably, just raises an eyebrow. ‘Thanks,’ he drawls, manspreading even more in the chair.

‘You showing everyone my dick pics, baby?’ Namjoon asks, just loud enough for Jimin to hear as you leave the office.

‘I didn’t ask to see your dick in the middle of my workday, baby,’ you shoot back.

Namjoon just laughs. ‘Don’t kid yourself.’

What did you do in a past life to be surrounded by these brats?

Part 2

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Nocturne

Part 46 - The whole world melted

It was supposed to be easy: confess your love for Park Jimin and spend the final moments of the year locked in his arms. Only one problem – he has a new girlfriend and now you need to save face. Good thing Yoongi is willing to play pretend. But how long until you catch feelings for the quiet music man?

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Warnings: None

You didn’t want to seem rude. That’s why you had agreed to take Mrs Min to the theatre. Not because you had ticked every single thing on your to-do list before the sun had even risen and had been sitting in your room staring at the clock ever since. Not because the thought of seeing Yoongi made your chest flutter.

If Mrs Min noticed anything unusual about your attitude, she didn’t care enough to comment. Instead, Mrs Min filled the car with the chatter of a baking programme she thought you might like and recipes she was dying to try. You hummed in all the right places, but you simply couldn’t focus on the conversation.

Nothing had changed, you knew that. Yoongi was still avoiding you and you were still leaving. And yet, the urge to tell him wouldn’t leave you. Your heart desperately wanted to see his reaction, hoping beyond hope that he would tell you not to go.

But you knew that would never happen. Everything was fake, of course.

Fake, fake, fake, fake, fake.

You pulled into the closest parking spot you could find to the theatre.

“Oh thank you, Yn. I was so worried that I was going to miss the performance.” Mrs Min opened the door. “Are you not coming, dear?”

You stared straight ahead. “I don’t think I should,” you admitted quietly.

“Don’t be ridiculous, Yn. It would mean the world to Yoongi to have you there.” She reached over and placed a hand on your shoulder. “He would never admit it, but you mean a whole lot more to him than he lets on.” She paused, waiting to see if you would say anything but when it became apparent that you weren’t going to comment, she sighed. “It’s okay, Yn. Thank you for the lift.”

The door closed quietly and you watched as Mrs Min strode towards the crowd slowly filtering into the theatre. You saw a few faces you knew, most notably Namjoon as he tried to pass Jin on the steps without being noticed. It didn’t work and Jin quickly threw his arms around Namjoon as if they were long lost best friends. But the one face you wanted to see wasn’t in the crowd. Not that that was unexpected. Knowing Yoongi, he would have turned up a few hours before for a last-minute practice.

You hoped that the year abroad would clear your mind. That, when you returned, you could face Yoongi without the unescapable sense of doom filling your heart. That you could be his friend. But a year seemed like a long time to wait, and you couldn’t deny that you missed him. You missed the way he could read you without you saying a thing, the way he took your hand when you watched a film, or put a blanket around you if you started nodding off. You missed your midnight texts about nothing and everything. But mostly, you just missed him.

You didn’t make a conscious decision to go in. You just found yourself turning your car off and making your way over. You weren’t going to tell him you were there. That was the easiest way to leave. You were just going to watch his performance and then sneak away. You had less than two hours to kill before the taxi turned up to take you to the airport. Surely that was enough time.

You took the first available seat at the back of the theatre. What you hadn’t counted on was how small the theatre would be. The stage felt impossibly close, despite the crowded room. You shrunk down in your seat as the MC of the night took the stage and hushed the crowd.

You had to sit through several performances, each better than the last. Despite their skill, you found yourself checking the time every 5 minutes. The longer you sat, the more it felt like a bad idea.

By the time Yoongi took the stage, you had 10 minutes until you absolutely had to leave. You sat back as Yoongi walked onto the stage. You couldn’t deny he looked handsome with his hair pushed away from his forehead and fitted suit. He looked mature, every inch the classical musician he wanted to be.

You smiled as he bowed before taking his seat at the piano bench. He looked around the theatre, stopping as his gaze locked with yours. You saw his eyes widen with surprise and you tried to swallow your racing heart. You raised your hand in a wave.

He looked away, head shaking a little before he stretched out his fingers and placed them on his opening chords.

His fingers danced across the keys with swift elegance, starting out slowly, almost mournfully. Then the lighter notes started to intercept the lower ones, dancing together in a sweet melody that raced to compete. The low notes slowly disappeared, leaving the light notes to slow until they stopped. Silence filled the theatre and then - the low notes started again, impossibly sad with each passing moment.

You couldn’t explain how, but the song spoke to you in a way that words never could. It reached within your chest and plucked at your heart. It said everything you had felt towards Yoongi these last few months without saying a single word. And you couldn’t help but think that Yoongi felt the same way.

The last note sang out to the theatre, leaving only silence. The room erupted into applause and you stood with the crowd as you clapped. You wiped away the tears you hadn’t realised you shed as you stared down at the man that you were in love with. He stood from the stool and bowed to the crowd, the faint traces of a smile playing on his lips. When he stood, his gaze locked onto yours.

The whole world melted away and suddenly, you were the only two people left. You wanted to run to him, to tell him that you felt it. The magic in his music.

You wanted to tell him everything. That you were leaving, but only because you couldn’t take the thought that he didn’t love you back.

Yoongi was led off stage, and the magic disappeared. You moved towards the door. You had to catch him.

Asking the umpire at the door for directions, you found yourself standing outside the green room for the performers. You hesitated at the doorway, looking in at the commotion as the other performers congratulated Yoongi. Yoongi had his back to the door, but you could feel his second-hand embarrassment. He never did like being the centre of attention.

You were about to call out to him when a pretty blonde clung to his arm, looking up adoringly at him. Yoongi didn’t try to pull himself away. In fact, he seemed to like the attention she leant up and placed a chaste kiss on his cheek.

You moved away from the doorway as you felt your heart break in two. God, you were so stupid to think… of course, the song wasn’t about you. After all, it was all fake.

You left without saying a word.

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agustdakasuga · 4 years

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A Place Called Home | Chapter 1

Genre: Hybrid!AU, Poly!AU?, Soulmate AU, romance, fluff, humour

Pairing: OT7 x Reader

Characters: vet!reader, Arcticfox!Seokjin, Panther!Yoongi, Goldenretriever!Hoseok, Wolf!Namjoon, Calicocat!Jimin, Tiger!Taehyung, Rabbit!Jungkook

Summary: Having saved your own injured hybrid, you were determined to try and help any other hybrid that crossed your path who needed saving. But being a vet in a small hospital wasn’t enough for you. You wanted to do more, you wanted to make a difference. You wanted to give them a home.

Before heading home for the day, you were making rounds around the wards when you saw the emergency team rushing to wheel in a gurney. As they passed you, your eyes glanced over and immediately, you knew what you had to do.

‘Come home. - Yoongs’

‘You know I can’t come home right now! I am about to see an injured lion who needs me. I’ll be home at the same time tonight. - (y/n)’

‘But I need you more. - Yoongs’

‘I’ll see you tonight, Yoongi. - (y/n)’

You chuckled as you locked your phone and placed it into your pocket, heading back to the office. Your hybrid wasn’t someone who expressed himself a lot but you two have grown comfortable enough that he could openly show how clingy he was. If it wasn’t obvious, he hates your job.

“Doc, room 3.” The nurse said and you nodded, sanitising your hands at the door before entering. On the bed, there was a lion laying down. He was breathing hard but other than that, he made no movement whatsoever.

“Hello, I’m Dr (y/l/n). I’ll be taking care of you.” With gloved hands, you gently stroked the space between his ears.

“The owner?” You looked up at the trembling girl. She nodded.

“So what happened here?”

“He was outside playing with my other hybrid. All of a sudden, I was called in and he was on the ground. He has trouble breathing, no energy and vomited thrice. Please, help him. I don’t know what’s wrong.” She buried her face in her hands as she sobbed. You noticed that the lion’s breathing has been getting more laboured.

“Nurse, we’ll have to intubate.” You instructed and the nurse nodded, rushing to the medical cart.

“Please move her outside.” You gestured to the lady who was starting to get hysterical. Immediately, you intubated the lion despite his soft whimpers and growls of discomfort. Once the tube was in, the nurse turned the oxygen on.

“Any idea?” The nurse asked.

“Well... The symptoms sound like a tick bite. Their animal side reacts faster to a tick bite compared to their human side.” You said.

“Start searching for a tick or tick crater.” You told her and she nodded, wearing gloves to begin searching.

“Doc, could this be it?” She called for you. Walking over, you saw a small red spot and hole at the back of the lion’s left ear.

“It is a tick crater. I’ll search to see if the tick is still there but I’m worried that the bite is on his head. That could explain the fast effects of the venom. Get me the tick anti venom, 1 bag of feline blood and get me a standby atropine.” The nurse left quickly to get you what you needed. On your own, you searched the lion’s body but couldn’t find the tick that bit him anywhere.

“Start an IV line for the blood.” You told her and injected the units of anti venom into the hybrid’s arm.

“Tick bites usually cause tense muscles but from what I can see... that hasn’t started yet. Just keep the atropine in case he shows signs of strong muscle contraction.” You scribbled on the chart.

“Doctor! What’s wrong with him?” His owner rushed to you the moment you came out with the nurse.

“It’s a tick bite. I have given him the anti venom and a blood transfusion to try and get the tick venom out of his system. We’ll have to monitor him closely to see his reaction. He’s not out of the woods yet.” You explained and she wiped her tears, nodding her head as she understood your words.

“Thank you doctor.” She bowed.

“You may see him. If he starts showing any movement or reaction, let my nurse know immediately.” You said. She bowed again and ran into the room.

After seeing a few more patients, it was finally time for you to head back. Before going to your office, you decided to go around the wards that you were in charge of for the week.

“How’s our lion?” You checked the charts.

“He’s breathing has stabilised and his fever is gone. His owner is staying with him.” The nurse informed.

“Anything happens through the night, contact me immediately.” You signed the chart and closed it, giving it back to her. You hummed a song as you walked along the halls, peeking your head into the different rooms. They were mostly dark, signalling that the hybrids were all asleep, as they should. Except for some of the nocturnal hybrids that were used to staying awake at night.

“Time to go home.” You smiled in satisfaction and started the walk back to your office.

“Clear the way! O.R. 2!” Turning around, you saw the emergency team heading towards your way. Just as they brushed past you, you looked at the figure on the gurney. The image sent you through a flashback and for a second, you couldn’t even breathe.

It brought you back to that night. That night you met Yoongi.

“Hey, nurse, who’s the attending to that?” You stopped one of the nurses passing by you.

“Tonight’s emergency doctor is Dr Ki.” She informed. Dr Ki wasn’t even a surgeon and he was only a second year. Your feet started moving on their own and you ran after the team to Operation Room 2.

“Dr Ki.” You said through the glass. As a junior, he turned around and immediately gave you a deep bow of respect. Taking a mask, you tied it around your face and entered the sterile room. Looking over at the table, you closed your eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down from the scene before you. It was hard for you.

“May I? You can assist.” You asked.

“Of course, sunbae!” He nodded, gesturing for the nurse to get you your scrubs.

“Get him hooked up. Look for the source of bleeding. Get ready the blood packs. From what I see, it’s a wolf so get me canine. As much as you can get me. I want a crash cart ready.” You commanded as the nurse put the gloves over your hands.

“Yes, doc!” They all ran around the room. You walked over and looked at the extent of the wolf’s injuries. There were bullet wounds, bruises and a long jagged cut along his abdomen.

“Dr Ki. We’ll start with the abdomen lesion followed by the bullet wounds.” You moved over to the bleeding wound and Dr Ki followed.

“We’re saving this wolf.” You said.

With shaky legs, you entered the house, falling on the ground with your back pressed against the door.

“Oh, so you’re finally home- (y/n)? What’s wrong?” Yoongi rushed over to you, seeing your state. The strong smell of animal blood and sadness filled his nose. Without another word, you let out loud sobs against his chest. You had tried to remain strong at the hospital but seeing Yoongi broke your strong facade as all your emotions hit you like a big wave.

“Shhh... It’s okay, kitten.” He comforted, his black tail wrapping itself around your lower back.

“Come on.” He carried you up in his arms and brought you to the couch. You sobbed into his shoulder, wrapping your arms tightly around him.

“I... I...” You could speak between the sobs.

“Deep breaths, kitten. Breathe.” He encouraged, rubbing your back. Soon, you were reduced to tiny whimpers and small sniffles. Yoongi frowned to himself, wondering what triggered your anxiety. He has never seen you so affected by work before.

Sure, sometimes, unfortunate events happen where they are beyond your reach. You get sad but with Yoongi’s comfort, you light a candle for the passed hybrid and get over it. To actually have a full blown anxiety attack?

Never.

“Let’s get you in a bath.” Yoongi brought you up to your bedroom and entered your bathroom. You let him help you as you were still visibly shaken. Grabbing a set of your PJs, he dressed you as well.

“Yoongi?” You called out softly.

“Yes, kitten. I’m right here.” He stroked your head as he let you hug him again. Even if he wasn’t into physical affection, he would still do whatever it took to make you feel better.

“I... I saw...” You tried to explain to him.

“You can tell me tomorrow. There’s no rush.” Yoongi gave you a soft smile, stroking your head.

“No. I-I’m okay. I was doing my l-last round before it was time to go h-home. The emergency team... t-they brought in a w-wolf hybrid. Yoongi, it was horrible. There was blood e-everywhere. Bullets, bruises, a big k-knife wound. He was left on the street... to d-die. I-I just remembered h-how... h-how... y-you...” Yoongi cut you off by pulling you to his chest.

“Say no more.” He whispered.

“There was so much blood.” You whimpered, remembering the wolf that laid on the operating table.

More than anyone, Yoongi knew the trauma that stayed with you from the night you found him. He was also left on the streets to die. When he was brought in, he was actually dead. But you didn’t give up and resuscitated him.

When you adopted Yoongi, that was when he saw how truly traumatised you were. He heard and saw the nightmares you experienced. The way you would cry and call out his name as you relived that night. Even if Yoongi himself was traumatised as well, he hated that he was the reason you were suffering so he helped you to try and get over it.

“So what was the result?” Yoongi asked.

“H-He’s in a m-medically induced c-coma.” You explained.

“I know it was scary. But look, kitten, you saved him. He may be in a coma but he’s alive, isn’t he? You saved him just like how you saved me.” He wiped your tears with his thumbs.

“He’s not okay yet but I can’t let him wake up until he heals. The pain would be too much for him to bear.” You shook your head.

“That’s a good call.” He nodded his head.

“Now, let’s rest. You’ve had a long day. We can talk tomorrow.” He laid you down on your bed.

“Yoongi?” You called.

“Yes, kitten?”

“Thank you.” You whispered and he smiled softly, getting under the covers as well. He kissed your forehead and you patted his head, smoothing his black ears down. The black panther let out a purr of satisfaction. His tail draped itself over your thigh and you smiled as the fur brushed against your bare skin.

“(y/n).” Yoongi said, losing his nickname for you. You hummed in reply as a signal that you hadn’t fallen asleep on him.

“Do you... regret saving me?” He felt you stiffen at his question, his nose smelling the uneasy emotions you were feeling. You pulled away slightly and you sat up, looking back at him.

“Of course not. Why would you think that? Did I give you some impression that I did? I’m sorry.”

“You didn’t do anything wrong, (y/n). You’ve done everything for me and I feel like I haven’t returned the favour. And because of me, you suffered from so much trauma. The nightmares, the anxiety attacks, everything.” He pushed himself up and held your cheek in his hand, his thumb lovingly brushing over your cheek.

“Yoongi, not once have I ever blamed you for anything. You never asked to be in that position. However, I am grateful that I was the doctor there that night. Or else, I wouldn’t have met you and we wouldn’t be here now.” You smiled.

“But I hurt you.” His head dropped.

“I get hurt by animals all the time, it’s part of the job I signed up for. You had just woken up after a long surgery. You were alone and afraid so you did what you could to defend yourself. I understand.” You patted his head. Yoongi’s eyes couldn’t help but glance at the faint scars on your shoulder. The ones that were caused by him.

“Why didn’t you give up on me?”

“Because every person, human or hybrid, is special and deserves love.” You giggled. Seeing you finally smile for the first time that night and the way your eyes lit up when talking about him, Yoongi leaned in.

“Oh, Yoongi.” You continued to stroke the back of his head as his face nuzzled your neck.

“Are you working tomorrow?” He mumbled.

“No. I... I told them I needed a day off to regain my composure. If I did, I might spend my entire shift next to the world.” You admitted.

“Oh, kitten.” Yoongi chuckled.

“I don’t have no classes tomorrow as well so we can spend the day together.” He said. Yoongi worked as a piano teacher at a nearby music school for hybrid children. At first, you were surprised because Yoongi wasn’t exactly someone with a lot of patience and he had a short temper. But you realised that he was doing it because of his love for playing the piano.

“Shall we go visit Jin then?” You grinned.

“I’ll think about it.” Yoongi scoffed and laid back down, dragging you with him. You laughed as you landed on top of him, your cheek pressed against his chest.

“Goodnight kitten.” He said.

“Goodnight Yoongi.” You replied, ending with a cough.

Your sleep was broken by the shrill ringing of your phone at 5 am. Knowing that it was your work phone, you pushed yourself off Yoongi and answered it. It was the nurse from the hospital.

“Dr, I’m sorry to contact you at this time despite you having such a long night. But the lion hybrid has woken up. He doesn’t have a fever or any muscle stiffness but he did throw up twice and is slipping in and out of consciousness.” She informed.

“Keep monitoring him. I’ll head over now. For now, give him a bag of electrolytes.” You said and hung up.

“Do you really have to go?” Yoongi groaned, his tail tightening around your waist.

“They need me.” Was all you said. Yoongi sighed, knowing that you wouldn’t let other doctors take care of your patients for you. But at the same time, he didn’t want you returning to the hospital so quickly.

“I’ll come with you.” He ruffled his hair.

“It’s alright, Yoongi. It’s so early, you should go back to sleep.” You told him, grabbing some clothes to change.

“You should too and yet, here we are.” He rolled his eyes, getting out of bed to go to his room to change. As you looked at his retreating back, you smiled and shook your head. You were the only person Yoongi would ever give up his sleep for and that made you touched. He was someone you knew you could lean on and stay by your side.

“Let’s go.” He grabbed the car keys. Holding your hand, you walked to your shared car and he drove to the hospital.

“Doctor.” The nurses greeted you as you walked through with Yoongi. You bowed your head slightly while Yoongi just trailed behind you. He wasn’t a big fan of the hospital.

“You can’t come with me into the ward but you know where my office is.” You told him and he nodded his head, parting ways with you.

“Good morning. Can you hear me?” You asked the lion. His eyes fluttered open, wavering slightly.

“Y-Yes...” He struggled.

“That’s great. You were bitten by a tick so I gave you some anti venom. You throwing up could just be a reaction to the medication. How are you feeling? Beside the nausea.” You asked him softly.

“I...I feel okay. But... sleepy.” He murmured. You nodded with a soft smile and reached over to pat his head.

“Alright. Feeling sleepy is completely normal. The tick bit you on your ear, which caused faster symptoms since it was on your head, near your brain. Now, getting rest is important. But I’m glad you’re making such quick progress.” You rubbed his ear.

“T-Thank... you.” He smiled tiredly.

“You’re welcome. But I can’t take all the credit. You fought well too.” You chuckled, making him look up at you in fondness.

“Y-You smell... like a feline.” He pointed out.

“Ah... Yeah. I have a black panther myself. He followed me in to see you.” You rubbed the back of your neck.

“He’s a lucky hybrid to have you as an owner.” He complimented and your cheeks turned red.

“Thank you. You are lucky too. She was crying the moment you were brought in and decided to stay the whole night by your side.” You and him looked over at his sleeping owner. He nodded his head in agreement. Soon, you left him to rest and you headed back to your office to find your own hybrid. Yoongi was staring at the photos on your bulletin board.

“Yoongi?” You called and he finally had his attention on you. Even if you were not a hybrid, you knew that something was wrong. What happened?

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pastelchris · 3 years

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shotgun.

PAIRING: jeon jeongguk x kim taehyung

GENRE: heavy angst.

WARNINGS: major character death, mention of blood, mention of weapons, cursing, mention of wounds and heavy heavy angst.

author’s note: hi!! i’m back with something different this time! i’ll keep it short because it’s almost midnight and i have school tomorrow. i’ve had this story in my notes for years now, it’s one of the first i’ve ever written and today since i didn’t have the strength to write something new, i decided it was time for her to be translated! so here she his, just something i couldn’t stop thinking about after watching not today’s mv for the first time. the pure wave of panic in jeongguk’s eyes when he hears the shotguns and turns around has been in my mind since 2017. said that, i hope you’ll enjoy this as much as i did when i wrote it!

ashes and snow mixed with each other, becoming one, as they slowly fell back on the boy’s pitch black locks and sweat dripping face of jeongguk, hiding behind a car, the rifle well clasped in his hands, ready to be used.

that was going to be the final match,

they had sent him the live coordinates, and the team had immediately left to the suburbs, armed from head to toe, determined to capture once and for all the gang that had been haunting their city for months now.

click.

in the silence of the night, light up only by the moon and the streetlights, as well as the various led lights of the abandoned building, the sound of a weapon being loaded echoed.

jeongguk clawed his ears, indicating the others to follow him, flattening against the vehicle, he begun to walk to the source of noise, stepping out in the parking lot in front of the building, whom was completely empty If not for a single figure, quietly dangling in the middle of nowhere, a gun in his right hand and a red hair band between his ashy blonde hair, locks comfortably falling on his eyes and cheekbones, he looked like the most dangerous of angels.

he had always been like this, as far as jeongguk could recall, his aurea would make the most turn their gazes away, they feared him, and yet were so fascinated by the presence of that tall, beautiful creature, radiating such confidence and power, there were rumors going around the campus that a gaze of his would be enough to light you up and leave nothing but ashes behind his back once he was gone.

as their eyes met, jeongguk felt the ground under his feet almost disappearing;

that look of his had been the cause of his destruction, so deep and expressive, seemed to be constantly staring into his soul.

he saw him grin, perfectly conscious of the positions of his, and jeongguk’s allies.

the dark haired turned around, stumbling into a bundle of pink locks, none other than his first officer and best friend.

« jesus, jimin! » he hissed,

« Quick, go to the other side, we’ll take care of this mess, take seokjin with you, if the situation gets complicated here, come back, if not, stay there, got me? »

jimin nodded before slipping silently in the night, side to side with the oldest, who took a last glance at jeongguk before he disappeared into the darkness.

once he was sure that they had obeyed his order, the raven haired returned to pay attention to the figure, which in the meantime was looking at his nails, waiting for some sign of him, which didn't come, forcing him to speak.

« damn jeongguk, years of living together and you won't even say hello? »

he flicked the tongue on the roof of his mouth, disappointed, as he added:

« have they not taught you manners? or did a cat feast with your tongue? yet when we were together, you’d always have so many things to say....» he let out a short laugh, no hilarity, and then went back to looking at him, eyes lost into the darkness of the parking lot.

« well then I'll have to teach you everything again i guess. »

and from there it was complete chaos.

his comrades came out from the shadow, hair bands in head and guns in hands, they started shooting.

being repaid by the policemen, who jumped out of the cars, the black bullet vests dirty of snow and ashes and the guns ready tightly between the hands.

but taehyung wanted him,

and he wouldn't waste his bullets on anyone else.

there he was, standing there in the corner, leaning over a car, he waited for jeongguk to arrive, who didn't delay to please him, popping out of the car, his dark eyes on the oldest, who stared back with an excited, curious look in his ones, like a young sherlock holmes who was presented a stimulating case after months of withdrawal.

jeongguk armed the gun, ready to fire, sweat was dripping on his face, from the forehead where dark hair stick, to his chin, biting down his cold lips, he closed his eyes for a moment, overwhelmed by the situation, he dissociated by reality for a couple of minutes;

as he came back to his senses, he froze to the spot, taking in the sudden silence around him.

as he suddenly came back to reality, dropping his weapon, starting to turn around, he realized that he was alone, his mates, twenty, twenty-five brave men like him, were laying down in pools of blood that dyed with crimson red the pearly white snow.

at that moment, chest quickly rising and falling and head spinning around,

he thought that if the expression "the sky fell on him" really existed, then by then he would’ve already been dead under the weight of the dark deep sky.

he fell down on his knees, hot tears making their way from his burning eyes to his dirty cold cheeks, followed by sobs, which gradually turned into a rag, then into a scream.

he screamed until his throat started to ache, until he felt like he had no more voice to let out, tearing the nocturne silence apart.

once he recovered a little bit of lucidity, getting a hold of himself, he looked up, eyes full of hatred, towards the blonde boy, who was already looking at him, feeling almost sympathy for that child who had just lost his entire team.

he approached him, kindly laid the barrel of the gun under his chin, followed by one hand on his shoulder.

taehyung lifted his face with the weapon, causing their noses to touch, he gulped, conscious that what he was about to do would only complicate the situation, but unable to hold back.

he softly laid his lips on jeongguk’s, capturing them in a kiss that soon led to despair and anger, leaving the younger in a total state of confusion;

jeongguk felt ashamed, he felt absolutely an ass as he kissed the other back, choosing to forget for a second everything that was going on around them.

taehyung’s lips still tasted the same, they weren’t sweet, nothing of his was except for his face; it was more as if a lightning bolt just fell over him, it gave him goosebumps and made him feel free; taehyung had this power over him, of making jeongguk feel like the freest of people, it made everything seem possible, even the most far things.

jeongguk sighed into the other’s lips

returning to when they were two completely normal high school kids, to when they were on the same side and their biggest problem was what movie they were going to see at the cinema on the weekend.

he closed his eyes, letting the other swallow him into the kiss, feeling tears stain his cheeks with their transparent, warm liquid.

he thought that if that was his end, then it could have been way worse.

click.

the magical aura of that moment was abruptly ripped out by a hiss, followed by a whisper, then blood.

jungkook's arms trembled, stretching out with around the older, trying to hold him, face crossed by the panic of someone who had never faced that situation, not on his skin.

he started calling for help without realizing, embracing the blonde's body in his arms, who in the meantime was looking at him through his eyelashes, face contracted in pain.

he stretched his hand out over jeongguk’s cheek, wiping out a tear, then turned it down to his lips, releasing them from his teeth.

« j-jeez, how many times have I told you to not to bite your lips? you're just gonna ruin them. »

his voice put some lucidity back in jeongguk, who shifted his gaze back over him, grimace getting slowly replaced by a slight smile.

« good boy. »

the dark haired tried to speak, but not a sound came out, leaving him hanging on a painful sigh, while the sirens of the police could be heard in the distance, he was unable to think of anything else except the body that was growing colder and heavier in his arms, staining him with musky red blood.

« t-taehyung?» he said, voice high key shaking, receiving a positive sign from the other, who slightly nodded, struggling to let out any words over the growing pain.

« yeah gguk, im pretty sure that’s my name. can you /please/ smile for me? i deserve it, don't I? if I am to die, I want to take your beautiful smile to the afterlife.»

but jeongguk couldn't, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't smile, he chuckled off a sob as he felt him grab his hand and lay it on his chest.

he saw him look up on the night sky before speaking once more, his voice reduced to a flexible whisper.

« Isn't she beautiful?»

the younger looked up, meeting the presence of the moon, who looked at them quietly from the dark sky.

he nodded, charmed.

« yes... yes, it is, it is beautiful. »

he unconsciously put his head on the older’s chest - growing colder and colder by the seconds - he crouched by his side, grasping him as if his own life depended from it.

his chin started trembling and silent tears wet the fabric that was completely red on which his head was laying.

he felt the older’s heartbeat slowing down over and over and over, until it became almost an imperceptible sound.

then every noise stopped, the moment the blond parted his blueish lips, letting one last word out, which he had taught to him the full meaning years before, and that had been suspended between them for years.

« i love you. »

and he died.

quietly, while the battle was raging around them, and jeongguk cried silently, without knowing that in the distance there were other people doing the same thing, including namjoon, who had been for years like a father to taehyung, and couldn't stand to lose him like that, along with hoseok and yoongi, who, respectively, sobbed and watched the scene, cheeks wet and burning eyes.

and so, on that cold night of february, the moon became silent viewer of the massacre, whose worst loss was without doubt the love of two boys, the victim of fate, as unpredictable as cruel.

a week later.

he looked in the mirror, fixing his tuxedo and the last buttons of his shirt, sticking his jacket and fixing his tie.

jeongguk sighed, passing his long finger over his eye bags, a memory from the previous heavy and tiring week.

he sighed, repeating an encouraging mantra in his head, hoping it would work.

« come one jeongguk, you can do this, you have to do it.»

then he came out, finding, parked over the gate, seokjin’s black car and the latter, which slightly waved at him, followed by jimin’s wide encouraging smile, the pink hair combed with gel.

« come on, gguk, we'll be late!»

seokjin started the car, not even waiting for the other to fasten his belt, heading to the cemetery.

he had the smart idea of putting on some music, distracting the younger from all the thoughts that were nagging him, making that journey unfairly carefree.

he parked silently in front of the dark gate, removing the keys from the car and getting out, followed by the pink one and at last by jeongguk, who, a little reluctantly, abandoned the tepor of the car to dive into the cold air of March, slipping his hands into the pockets and locking the car, reaching with a few falcats the entrance of the cemetery, observing the two colleagues who, having preceded him, were already halfway across the street confabiling each other.

he got lost looking at all the plates covered by ivy, climbing to the trees, without realizing he'd reached his destination.

to wake him from his thoughts, it was the sudden appearance of three other figures, as elegant as them, who were approaching him, the bandana replaced by a fancy hairstyles held in place with gel.

« thank you for coming.»

the tallest of the three, what jeongguk remembered being namjoon, gave him a brief look, full of meaning, before he joined seokjin and jimin, followed by the guy with mint hair, yoongi, and the one with red fire-locks, hoseok.

they sat there in silence waiting for the seventh component to arrive, which jeongguk found himself carrying, head in the line, gulping heavily as he tried to hold himself together until they reached the freshly made hole, in which the mahogany coffin would’ve been buried in a matter of minutes.

at that point, tightened in their suits, the six boys, too young to go through all that, melted into sobbing and crying, leaving jeongguk alone with his thoughts.

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the snow was gently falling on the rooftops of the city, decorated by coloured lights and christmas carols, who accompanied jeongguk, held tight in his black coat, to the place which he visited every christmas.

he kneeled next to the marmorean plate, cleaning it out of snow and laying a deck of black roses, the rarest ones he could find, and their favorite from day one.

he gulped, squeezing in his jumper.

« hi.»

jeongguk breathed in. it was always as hard as the first time.

« long time no see? i guess. i actually see you everyday, everywhere, everytime i close my eyes you’re there, smiling at me, teasing me, and more than everything, gasping for air between my arms.

jeongguk spoke up, voice getting louder by the seconds.

« jesus christ i fucking miss you alright? yeah you’d say, of course i do! of course you already know right? as if i hadn’t been telling you the same thing for over than eight year...funny. it’s just that...jeez it’s not easy to stop missing someone, and i just...i just can stop missing you, it’s feel like a crime to wake up and not think about you first as i wait before opening my eyes... oh baby i’m a wreck without you, can’t you see? i need you here to stay, i need you here again, and it hurts so fucking much sometimes i’d rather not wake up, even if it meant dreaming of your pale skin and blueish eyes. darling when i’m fast asleep i see this person watching me...saying, is it worthy? well damn i don’t know anymore. there is something and there is nothing in between and in my eyes i only see you, and everytime i try to embrace you you disappear and it’s getting so hard to bear--» he gasped for air, breathing in and out slowly to try and calm himself down.

« are you you enjoying yourself there right now? do you have a family? did you find someone to share your destiny with? i hope so, because, you see, I tried, I have a family now, of course, it's not like having you, but you have to settle sometimes, right?» he sighed, feeling stupid. « jesus....remember that promise we made ourselves? that we would walk together to the end, well, here I am, even if you can't answer me, I am here walking next to you... Merry Christmas taehyung, i...i love you, i still fucking love you so much and it’s killing me day by day.»

gulping, he rose up, dusting the snow from his knees and walking to the gate, tears prickling in his eyes and chest painfully rising up with every breath he took.

he started sobbing, hiding his face behind the sleeves of his coat as he walked away, unaware of a figure who had watched him from behind a tree the whole time, his translucent lips bent over a blurry smile, eyes full of imaginary tears of those who had never stopped dreaming, of those who had never stopped loving.

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updated; 22.04.2020

Genres by Symbols

ϟ Angst / ♛ Smut / ☁ Fluff

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KIM NAMJOON

Little One (literally everything lol but ☁♛ )

Customer Satisfaction Guaranteed (♛ ☁)

1-Year Anniversary (♛ but with ☁)

Five Months (♛)

KIM SEOKJIN

none for now :(

MIN YOONGI

Fools (ϟ ☁)

La Douleur Exquise (☁)

Different You (☁ but idk)

Nocturne (♛)

Mastering (♛)

Amor Vincit Omnia (ϟ ♛ but it also has some ☁)

Bonnie & Clyde (ϟ ♛)

Mini Me (☁)

Apricity (ϟ ☁)

Lewd (♛)

A Wish Out of Water (☁)

Kitten’s Little Flame (ϟ ☁ eventual ♛)

Renatus (☁ but eventual smut)

Dig Deep (♛ u need holy water)

Secure (ϟ ☁ for now)

Satiate (♛)

Me Before Anyone Else (ϟ with slight ♛)

JUNG HOSEOK

Madeleine (♛)

Exposed (♛)

Adjustment (♛)

Welcome Home (♛ and some ☁)

The Thin Blue Line (♛ ☁)

Barbarian (♛)

Big Bad Wolf (♛)

Heartbeat (ϟ♛)

Satiate (♛)

PARK JIMIN

What Doesn’t Kill You (ϟ♛)

Doctor Dreamy (ϟ♛ ☁)

Paw Prints On Your Heart (a little bit of everything)

Heat Wave (♛)

So It Goes (♛ ☁)

Catharsis. (♛)

KIM TAEHYUNG

Stress Relief (♛)

Yours, Truly (ϟ for now I guess?)

Please Take Care Of Us (It has little bit of everything)

1-800-Music-Street (☁ ♛)

Buzzed (♛)

Chrysalis (ϟ)

JEON JUNGKOOK

Every Breath You Take (♛ ϟ)

Karma (ϟ guys this is sad lol)

Out Of The Blue (♛)

Morning Rush (♛)

John Doe and Jane Doe; How We Met (☁)

Arrow To The Heart (ϟ ♛ but actually really ☁)

Virago (ϟ for now but it says a little bit of everything)

Rocket To The Moon (♛)

Harvest Moon (♛ but it has a little bit of all)

To Own A Hybrid (ϟ ♛ ☁ )

Under The Bridge (♛ ☁)

Fact Over Fancy (♛)

Learn To Love (☁ ϟ)

Catharsis. (♛)

Banana Milk (♛)

Onsra (ϟ ☁)

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borathae · 4 years

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↳ Index [#04 Act Four: Resonance]

Warnings: none, a few feels

Wordcount: 6.6k

Jimin and Jungkook are busy tonight. They have night lessons with Mister Jung (you don’t envy them one bit, Mister Jung still scares you even after months at this school). And because your friends are busy and you have nothing else to do, you decide on walking home and relaxing on the couch with a nice Studio Ghibli and your favorite takeout food. There is no other way to end a stressful week than movies and food.

You are walking down the gravel paths, taking in the beautiful scenery of the school’s garden. Your favorite song is blasting through your earbuds, it is the eight time you are listening to it today. Thank heavens for earbuds, at least like that nobody is going to judge you for repeating the song over and over again.

The roses smell especially good when you pass them, sweet and soft. You inhale deeply, brushing your fingers over the rosé-colored petals of the nearest flower. They still feel wet from the rain, the light of the setting sun dances in the droplets. Nature is beautiful after a good rain shower, everything looks just so beautiful and calm.

The smell of roses gets less once you leave the school’s perimeter, the niff of traffic replaces it. You scrunch up your nose in disgust. Oh, how you hate the smell of the city. It is in times like these, when the air is bad and the traffic is so loud it drowns out your music, that you miss your home. You miss the fresh smell of trees and the sweet melody of the birds and you miss getting woken up by waves crashing the shore instead of some random car honking outside your window.

The song changes, just as you turn the corner to the street on which your bus stop is located. One of Chopin's Nocturnes, the seventh if you are correct, started to play. Just yesterday you heard it from the practice room. It was late at night, you had just finished your practice when the virtuous melody was your companion through the dark corridors. It must have been Yoongi practicing again, as the air around you danced in harmony to the tune.

Listening to Yoongi play whilst walking through the moonlit hallways became a daily routine for you. You don’t know if he is aware of your presence, but even if he is, he doesn’t stop when you shuffle past his opened door, granting yourself a quick glance inside. You never actually walk into the room again in fear of overstepping his boundaries. So you settle on just listening to his play and admiring from afar.

But tonight the corridors had been silent and the practice room locked. It made you worry if something had happened to him. A feeling of uneasiness grows in your chest again, you had tried to push it down, but now that Chopin's work is taunting you through your earbuds you are thinking of Yoongi again.

You wonder what had happened to him. Perhaps he became sick or hurt himself. Maybe he left school or gave up on practicing. Or what if he changed his schedule because he found out that you had been listening to him?

You scoff, "what am I doing here?", you really are being ridiculous right now, worrying about a grown man like you were his mother.

You arrive at the bus stop, sitting down on the metal bench and resting your head against the glass. You close your eyes, thinking back to the first night you had heard him play. He had captured you from the beginning, had managed to make you feel things you had never felt before. Happiness, anger, heartbreak, everything came crashing down on you at once. But there was something else, something foreign. Watching him play felt like you imagined love to feel like. Warm and comforting, like sweet chocolate melting on your tongue or a soft summer breeze caressing your skin. And as the melody continued to unfold in the quiet of the night, you felt yourself getting dragged down more and more, falling for the shy pianist.

You can hear the bus arriving with a loud squeak of its breaks. You open your eyes, stand up and hop onto the bus home.

You don’t feel like standing today, so you sit down on the nearest empty seat on the left side. This side is closer to the big park just outside the school, watching it pass you by calms you down, reminding you of your home. The bus starts moving, the trees outside become blurrier and blurrier.

Suddenly two hands, grabbing the hand railing right in front of you, catch your attention. Their skin is pale, the fingers long and boney and veins stretch all over the back until they disappear underneath hoodie sleeves. You have seen these hands before. They start to move over the yellow pole as if playing the piano, fast and skilled. You gasp quietly. This can’t be, the universe must be having a laugh at you right now. With held breath you follow the hands up the arms until daring to look at the owner's face. Yes, the universe definitely wants to torture you right now. Yoongi, healthy and absorbed in a song he is listening to through his earbuds, is standing right in front of you. He is staring out of the window, his eyes racing quickly from left to right to try and keep up with the passing scenery. His hood is pulled over his head, just like always. Why is he here? He has never taken this bus before, or at least you didn’t notice him. What if he is actually a creep and is stalking you?

Stop! You are doing it again, buying into other people's words. You won’t allow it. Give everyone a chance to prove themselves, that is your life motto after all.

You reach out to tap his hand. His head snaps around, his eyes stare at where your fingertip had touched him, before travelling up to your face.

You pull your earbuds from your ears and send him a quick smile.

“Hey”, you wave at him.

He looks around for a moment to see if you actually meant him.

“Yes I’m talking to you”, you nod your head whilst talking that even with his earbuds in Yoongi knows what you want to communicate.

“You want to sit down next to me?” you offer, taking your bag off the seat to your right and point at it.

Yoongi stares at it, licking over his lips mindlessly.

“We don’t have to talk if you don’t want to. You just seem like you need a little rest”, you try to convince him.

It is true. Dark circles have appeared on his otherwise fair skin and his eyes look red as if he hadn’t closed them in ages. What must have happened to him ever since your talk on the bench, you are wondering.

Yoongi fidgets with the pole for just a moment more until he finally gives in. He shuffles over to you and sits down on the corner of the seat so his right side of his butt hangs in the air. It’s not quite how you imagined it, but you are happy enough with it, you came further than you had expected to. You look at Yoongi one last time, smiling.

“Do you want to talk?”

Yoongi shakes his head, looking to the ground shyly.

“Got you”, you put your earbuds back in.

You are a woman of your words, you are not going to force him to talk to you if he doesn’t want to. Yoongi seems to appreciate your gesture as he relaxes his tensed arms and scoots further onto the seat so his butt doesn’t have to struggle in midair.

Your lips twitch up into a lopsided smile. This is good, he may not be comfortable enough to talk to you, but at least he doesn’t seem scared to sit next to you. This means that there is still a possibility of one day being able to talk to him.

Sitting next to Yoongi very soon turns out to be harder than you had thought. Whilst you take in the night scenery of the city and your ears get treated to the ninth repetition of your favourite song, your insides go crazy. Your heart races in nervousness from being so close to him, your eyes crave for a glimpse of him and your tongue itches with questions you want answers for. How is he feeling? Why didn’t he practice tonight? What is he listening to? Has he eaten today?

You turn your head. Your eyes lock with his'. Panic. You both look away quickly, shocked by the involuntary eye contact. For how long had he been looking at you and why is your heart beating so loudly all of a sudden?

You dare to steal another glance, only to see him do the same exact thing. You both turn away before eye contact can be made. Your throat feels dry when you swallow. So you weren’t imagining it, he did stare at you. When did it get so hot in here? You feel like you are burning up from the inside out.

Should you dare to look one last time? Yes, you feel like you would explode otherwise. You turn your head just the slightest bit to your right. Yoongi stares at his hands, his eyes are big in panic, his cheeks are flushed. He definitely notices your eyes on him as he looks at you from the corner of his eyes for a mere second. His eyes grow even wider, his cheeks become beet red. You look away quickly, out of the window. This is going to be the death of you, you are going to die of heart failure if it keeps on fluttering like that.

Maybe you should actually talk to him, perhaps he is just too shy to initiate it. You breathe in, readying yourself to speak only to get interrupted by the bus driver announcing your stop. You internally groan, you must be the unluckiest person ever.

“Umm, this is my sto-“, Yoongi already stands up without you having to finish your sentence.

“Thank you”, you smile.

Yoongi doesn’t sit down again, following you to the open bus doors instead.

“Do you, do you also need to get off here?”

Yoongi looks at you wide-eyed. It seems he had only noticed now that you were still by his side. He nods shyly, humming a quiet yes.

“Oh, alright”, you step off the bus, waiting for him to join you, “that’s nice. I didn’t know that you are living in the same area as me. You do live here, right?”

Yoongi scratches the back of his neck and removes his earbuds afterwards.

“Y-yeah I do”, he nods his head cutely.

You can’t believe it, he actually answered you. Your heart does somersaults in your chest. This is great, he even removed his earbuds. This means that he does want to talk to you, gosh you are so excited right now.

“Awesome, I didn’t know that”, you smile at him, “although wait, we did meet at the bakery a few weeks ago didn’t we? Gosh I could have figured”, you say and giggle, blushing slightly.

Yoongi doesn’t smile, although you have a feeling that he would love to, judging by his sparkling eyes.

“Do you perhaps want to walk a little with me? I need to go that way”, you say pointing at the bridge just down the dimly lit street.

Yoongi doesn’t answer you, he just starts walking into the direction you are pointing at with his hands hidden in his jeans pockets. You take it as a yes, jogging after him until you have caught up with him.

“Why have I never seen you on the bus, do you normally take a taxi or something?”

Yoongi shakes his head.

“I w-walk.”

“You walk?”, you gasp, “but the school’s so far away, it must take you ages to get there.”

“Thirty m-minutes.”

You hum in acknowledgment.

“I see, that’s quite long. Respect, I would be too lazy to do it, especially every day”, you say, chuckling to let him know that you mean it well.

Yoongi stops, so do you.

You are on the wooden bridge right underneath the lamp post. Silence rules the cool night, not a single car can be heard from the road. You look at the man beside you, holding your breath. He looks even more beautiful in that light.

Yoongi takes a deep breath, closing his eyes for just a moment before he makes eye contact.

“I like to walk. There are so many people on the b-bus”, he ends his sentence with a nod of his head, as if he is congratulating himself for managing to be (almost) stutter free.

You can’t help but smile at how endearing he looks. The stutter must be a nervous thing, just like you had figured. But this means. He actually is starting to trust you enough to feel comfortable talking, he wouldn’t act like this otherwise.

You really want to squeal right now, clutch your hands over your mouth and giggle like a little girl, but you don’t because that would be weird. He is just warming up to you and this is the longest you have talked to him, you don’t want to ruin it again by being too weird.

“I understand. You are right, the bus can get quite crowded sometimes, especially in the morning.”

Yoongi nods his head yes, his hood slips further down his face. He doesn’t fix it, probably appreciating the added protection.

You start walking again, Yoongi waddles after you. You both stay silent for a moment, appreciating the calmness of the night. You should probably keep it that way, let Yoongi calm down after having talked to him so much, but you are selfish. You crave to hear more of him and his sweet voice, which you can’t seem to get out of your mind.

“I listened to Chopin before I met you today, it made me think of you.”

“M-me? Why?”

“Well I”, you sneak a glance his way with your heart racing in nervousness, “hah, that sounded weird. Please excuse me, it’s just that whenever I hear a piano I think of you”, you clear your throat, “dear, that sounded creepy too. Sorry.”

Yoongi stays silent and so you sneak another glance his way. He is blushing vividly, looking at you through his bangs.

“Chopin is g-great. I, I like h-his music”, he says, lowering his head.

“Yes? Right? I think so too. I especially like his later works, they have more ingenuity to them.”

Yoongi nods his head in agreement.

“Do you like playing his pieces?”

“Y-yes, they are g-great.”

“I agree. Also they sound really beautiful when you play them.”

Yoongi takes a sharp inhale, widening his eyes.

“Y-you l-listen t-to me p-play?” he is beet red, his lower lip pouts.

“I, I mean not on purpose. I just always hear you after vocal practice.”

“Oh god no”, Yoongi mumbles under his breath. It was supposed to be more of him thinking out loud, but you were still able to hear him.

“Hmm?”

You turn to face him, tilting your head to the side in confusion. Yoongi seemed to have closed off again. He is fidgety, his shoulders are tense and his head lowered. He can’t be actually embarrassed about that. He is talented, there is nothing to be ashamed of.

“I-I’m sorry”, he croaks out before he brushes past you to run down the street from where you came from.

“Wait! Yoongi wait!” you call after him but to no avail, soon darkness clouds him from your vision.

What just happened?

Life seemed to have changed after that fateful night. The hallways stay silent when you wander home late at night. Yoongi seemed to have given up on practicing. You feel awful because you know it is your fault for telling him that you were listening to him. What else had you expected would happen? Yoongi is clearly uncomfortable in social situations and knowing that someone has their full attention on him listening to him perform is one mighty big social situation. So it is only natural for him to stop practicing now that he knows that he had a nightly listener.

You miss it so much, you realise just important his beautiful songs were in your life. They made you feel protected, allowing you to feel every emotion freely without getting judged. When you wanted to just scream and cry in frustration from practice going bad, you knew you could walk out onto the hallways, sit down in front of the piano room and listen to his music for strength. When you felt like the world was against you and danger was lurking for you in every corner of the school, the piano kept you company, fighting off your enemies for you. When you felt like laughing and dancing in happiness, his music was your partner, holding you in its invisible arms and guiding you over the floor in light steps.

But the hallways stay silent these days, the nights seem to become colder and darker and your heart becomes heavier with each passing day.

You have ruined something so beautiful, so raw and innocent it makes you want to cry your eyes out.

You trudge down to the pond where Jimin and Jungkook are waiting. Jimin and Jungkook, they are the only constant in your life which didn’t change. After you three had a very long and heated talk about your plan on making Yoongi trust you, they both gave in and granted you their full support. They had a soft spot for you and a deep trust that your instincts were right.

You can already see them from afar, laughing whilst stuffing their mouths with some snacks. They look carefree and happy, unlike you, who is still suffering from a heavy heart.

“Hey guys”, you mumble lifelessly, blobbing down on the picnic blanket Jimin had laid out.

You rest your head on Jimin’s thigh, closing your burning eyes.

“Yooo ___ why do you look like your whole family just died?” Jimin asks worriedly, combing his fingers through your hair soothingly.

You groan, rubbing your closed eyes.

“I hate myself so much.”

“Don’t say stuff like that”, Jungkook lies down next to you, draping his arm across your stomach to caress it.

“Well, it’s true. I hate myself and my stupid, stupid, dumb mouth.”

“Hey, sssh stop with the self-deprecating talk. Just tell us what happened”, Jimin says.

“I ruined everything, just because I said the wrong thing and now he doesn’t want to play anymore all because of me.”

“Wait a minute. What wrong thing? Who doesn’t want to play what anymore?” Jungkook asks.

“Yoongi, the piano. I ruined it, because I told him that I listen to him play at night and-“

“You listen to him play? You talked to him? Wait, you actually talked to him?” Jimin gasps.

“Are you serious right now?” you send him an annoyed glare.

“Yes I am. So you are talking to him. How often? Does he talk?”

“Often enough to know that he is a good guy and yes he does talk, not much but he does.”

“Wait okay and you listen to him play?” it is Jungkook’s turn to ask you questions.

You roll your head to the side to face him.

“Yes I do, well I did. I ruined it, I haven’t heard him play for nearly two weeks now and I’m going crazy because I know that it’s my fault.”

Both Jimin and Jungkook take a deep breath, exchanging a look. So you were actually serious about wanting to befriend Yoongi and they both thought you would lose interest in him sooner or later. You haven’t lost interest in him, on the contrary, you hadn’t noticed it yet but despite your sad words your eyes sparkle in an emotion they had never seen on you before.

“I don’t know what to do guys. He doesn’t even come to the lecture anymore and he also isn’t in my neighborhood anymore.”

“You saw him in your neighborhood? He didn’t stalk you, did he?” Jimin sounds alarmed.

“No of course he didn’t, he lives there. I don’t know where exactly, I just know he lives in my neighborhood.”

Jimin relaxes again, letting out a relieved sigh.

“I didn’t even know that he doesn’t live in the school dormitory. Strange and I always thought his parents bought him a room or something”, Jungkook mumbles mindlessly, clearly lost in his thoughts.

“Same here, at least that’s what Jieun told everyone”, Jimin mutters, scratching the back of his neck.

The name of his ex makes your ears perk up, a sick feeling rising in your stomach.

“So she lied, what a surprise”, you say coldly, feeling weirdly accomplished now that Jimin and Jungkook have clear evidence that Jieun must be lying.

“I guess she did”, Jungkook mumbles, he is already spacing out again.

Jimin seems just as confused as Jungkook, but tries his hardest to stay present so you could finish your rant.

“And you think that it is your fault that he doesn’t play anymore? Why? Just because you told him you listen to him play? Every musician would be honored to have someone listen to them”, he says.

You groan again.

“I don’t know, he probably doesn’t like it. God, Jimin I feel so awful, I want to apologize to him so bad and tell him that I will stop listening to him. He is too talented to give up because of me.”

Jimin’s and Jungkook’s eyebrows cock up in surprise at hearing you call Yoongi talented. You giggle all of a sudden, hiding your mouth behind your hand.

“He is so talented. Whenever I listen to him play I feel like I am flying on a soft cloud and underneath me a blue river glimmers in the sunlight whilst it winds itself through a beautiful green landscape”, you gush, closing your eyes, “he makes me feel so warm in my chest. Whenever I hear him play I get so-“, you swallow down your tears, “-so happy.”

Jimin and Jungkook stare at each other with big eyes, shocked by your confession. This is not what they had expected. You have totally fallen for this guy.

“Are you sure it’s just his music that makes you happy?” Jungkook asks, raising his right eyebrow.

“Yes of course?” you cough, your throat feels dry, “what else should there be? I’m just appreciating his talent, that's all.”

“Mhm sure”, Jimin says sarcastically, “and maybe his cute face and cute voice and oh so cute personality and what else?”

“And his cute eyes and his cute cheeks and his cute smile?” Jungkook helps Jimin.

You are burning up at this point, your ears are red and your whole body feels hot. You sit up, hitting both their arms. They chuckle in amusement.

“It’s not that. I don’t think he’s cute. He is talented and nice but I don’t like him that much”, you whine, pouting.

“Sure keep telling yourself that”, Jimin rolls his eyes at you.

“Just be quiet already will you? It’s over anyways so stop nagging”, you say, crossing your arms in front of your chest.

Jungkook chuckles uponst seeing your big pout, finding great amusement in making you so flustered.

“Are you sure that it’s over? There must be something we can do”, Jimin says, tilting his head to the side.

“Yeah? Do you want us to talk to him?” Jungkook suggests.

You shake your head no.

“No, no. Bad idea. You were mean to him. Do you really think he would trust you?”

Embarrassment flushes over Jungkook’s face, his cheeks becoming rosy.

“Yeah, uhm, t-true”, Jungkook stutters, not daring to look into your eyes.

“Oh I know! We know his only friend in this school, maybe we could talk to him?” Jimin suggests.

Yoongi has friends in this school? But you always thought everyone hated him. This excites you, makes you feel immensely happy. So Yoongi wasn't completely alone. Good.

“His friend? What’s his name? Where can I find him?” you ask, feeling excited all of a sudden.

“Kim Taehyung, one of the elites. He not only plays the violin but also the saxophone and he takes vocal lessons as well and I think as of this semester he also takes drama lessons”, Jimin says.

One of the elites? Why would someone as snobby and arrogant as an elite hang out with Yoongi? Especially if this means his oh so precious status would be tainted. Something must be fishy here. At least you can say that this man is talented, judging by the many things he is doing.

“Impressive”, you nod your head in admiration, “where can I find him?”

“It depends. He is either in the library reading movie magazines, the rose garden painting or in the cafeteria drinking red wine. You can’t miss him, you’ll know who he is when you see him”, Jungkook says, reaching into the bag of jellies to take a handful.

“I need to talk to him. Do you perhaps know where he is as of now?”

You are in the midst of standing up when Jimin pulls you back down again.

“___ relax. He isn’t here today, the drama club has some weird excursion until tomorrow morning”, he tells you.

You scoff.

“How do you guys know so much about everyone here?”

“People talk, a lot, you just have to be at the right place at the right time and you can get a lot of steamy information. Besides, everyone knows Kim Taehyung”, Jungkook says, closing his eyes in relaxation afterwards to enjoy the warm afternoon sun on his face.

“And everyone bullies him, am I right?” you are proud of your snarky remark, grinning sheepishly.

“Hell no, everyone is too scared of him”, Jimin states as calmly as possible before he lies down next to Jungkook, basking in the sun with him.

You watch them for a moment. How can they be so calm when they practically changed your whole world view right now? So Yoongi isn’t completely alone in this school, good he deserves to have a friend. And Kim Taehyung, he seems to be sort of royalty here, so why didn’t he tell people to stop harassing Yoongi?

“This is it? No more steamy details for me? I just have to keep on suffering until I can see him tomorrow?” you ask.

Jungkook peels his left eye open, looking at you.

“There isn’t much to tell you, it’s better that you see for yourself.”

“Kook’s right, just lie here with us and enjoy the sun”, Jimin pats the empty spot next to him.

You look at them for a moment longer, before sighing in defeat.

“Fine, but I want some of your gummy worms Kook”, you say.

“Don’t eat all of them”, he says, handing you the package.

You wake up one hour earlier than you normally would just so you would have enough time to find the famous Kim Taehyung. The school is still mostly empty when you arrive, safe for the contemporary dance club doing its morning exercises. This includes Jimin. You give him a friendly nod of your head as you walk past him in the school garden. He stops stretching for the briefest of moments to wave at you, smiling brightly. You both know that you aren't able to talk to each other right now, so after your exchange of friendly gestures Jimin goes back to stretching and you go back to walking up the stairs to the school.

Your first stop is the big library in the south wing of the old building. You have never been in the library before. A sense of awe overcomes you as you lay eyes on the thousands of books surrounding you. They look old, their covers leather and held in neutral colours. Wooden ladders span from the floor up to the highest shelf so people can get the books even farthest away from them. It is quiet in the library, even your slow steps feel too loud for this environment. You pass by a few people reading their books, they don't even notice you walking by and you don't pay them any mind either, busy with looking for a man you had never seen before. Jungkook told you that you won't be able to miss him, that once you had laid eyes on him you'll know exactly who he is. Easier said than done, no one seems to give you this feeling. They all seem too normal, too in place to be someone who would instantly catch your eye.

So you soon give up on finding him in the library, strolling out of the big hall. Your next destination is the cafeteria. It may be a little too early for someone to drink red wine, but who knows, maybe luck is on your side today. Sadly it isn't, so you soon find out, as the cafeteria is empty, safe for Mister Kim drinking his early morning coffee with a poem book in his hands and the black-framed glasses perched on top of his nose. You order a raspberry donut as well as a cup of coffee and once your order has arrived, you make your way out of the cafeteria.

Let's hope he is in the rose gardens like Jungkook said or else your little adventure will turn out to have been for nothing.

With the sun shining down and the air being warm the rose gardens are filled with people using their free time to get some sunlight on their faces. You groan, rubbing your aching temples. How on earth are you supposed to find him here? You look around. Couldn’t Jimin and Jungkook have told you how he looks? Is he tall or small, thick or thin, dark haired or light haired? What does his face look like, is he what you would consider ugly or handsome? Gosh, you should have asked them more questions before coming here.

You are in the middle of the rose garden next to the big fountain, turning around whilst staring everyone intensely into their faces. Smiling women and men, people with their eyes closed enjoying the sun, people looking at each other, a man wearing a burgundy beret with his eyebrows furrowed in concentration, a woman reading a book. Your eyes stop, travelling back to the man with the beret.

His hair is dark, it is longer in the back than in the front, on some people this hairstyle would have looked funny, but this man looked stunning with it. You can only see his side profile, his nose is straight with the perfect curve at the end, his lips pout out in concentration and his eyes sparkle in the sunlight. You can’t stop staring at him, it is like he has hypnotized you. He can't be real, he looks like he is straight out of a painting, like a sculpture come to life or an angel send to earth.

You look further down his body, he is dressed well, in a burgundy button-up shirt which he has tucked into from fitting suit pants. Jewelry, probably expensive, glimmers on his wrist and fingers. His clothes fit him perfectly, they are exactly what his face needed to shine even more.

Is this the feeling Jungkook was talking about? The desire to never stop looking at him as he is far too beautiful not to get admired? This must be him, the Kim Taehyung, the one you know that it is him when you see him. Jungkook wasn’t wrong, the guy definitely looks mesmerizingly beautiful, unreal even.

You take a deep breath to calm your nerves before you strut up to him with confidence.

“Kim Taehyung?” you ask.

The man looks up from his half-finished painting, you only notice now the silver glasses on his nose.

“Who wants to know that?” his voice is deeper than you had expected. A deep baritone sweet like dark chocolate melting on the tip of your tongue.

You swallow, feeling all the more nervous.

“Me, uhm, ___”, you say, bowing your head at him.

“Huh?” he gasps in surprise. He puts his paintbrush down on the easel before he turns his body to you, “I have heard of you. My friend told me about you.”

His friend? He can’t mean Yoongi, can he? Your heart starts to race.

“Wow, okay you look exactly like he described it.”

He talks about how you look to others? You swallow, blushing. Does he think you are beautiful? Does he like your eyes or the way your hair falls? Or does he perhaps think you are ugly?

Taehyung stands up, before he offers you his hand to shake. You accept it, cringing when you notice how sweaty your palm feels.

“It’s nice finally meeting you ___”, he sends you a boxy grin.

“It-it’s nice to meet you too”, you stutter.

“So what do you want from me?” he asks, letting go of your hand. He doesn’t wipe it off, either he doesn’t care or doesn’t want to offend you. Gosh, you are getting more and more embarrassed.

“Uhm, it’s about your friend”, you murmur.

“My friend? Which one? I have many friends here”, he chuckles.

You totally forgot that he is basically royalty here, of course he has a lot of friends. So it wasn’t Yoongi who talked about you, probably Jungkook or Jimin or some other random person. You feel disappointed.

“Min Yoongi.”

His expression changes, his jaw clenches and his eyes become dark.

“If you came here to tell me to stop hanging out with him because you realised how weird he is after you talked to him, I can tell you to just save your breath and go”, he spits, before he sits down on his chair again.

He takes the paint brush, starting to paint. You can do nothing more than to stare at him wide-eyed. Well that isn’t the response you had expected. You blink, clearing your throat.

“It is not about that. I need your help.”

Taehyung cocks an eyebrow up at you, still painting.

“Can you please convince him to start playing the piano again?”

Taehyung freezes, lowering his hand from the canvas.

“Yoongi doesn’t play the piano anymore? But he told me he still does”, Taehyung says, looking into your eyes.

“He doesn’t and I think that it’s my fault”, you confess, lowering your head.

Taehyung stands up upon hearing your words, towering over you with dark eyes.

“What did you do?” he growls, his voice is even deeper than before.

“We were talking and then I, I told him that I listened to him p-play Chopin and he, he panicked and ever since that night I haven’t heard him play”, you stutter, taking a step back.

“Oh crap”, Taehyung mumbles under his breath.

He rests his left hand on his hip, massaging his forehead with his other.

“What? Holy hell what?” you sound panicky.

“That’s not good, he hates it when people listen to him play, it makes him blush and lose his flow. No wonder he panicked, you practically told him ‘hey you are giving me a free concert every night’.”

“What? But I didn’t say that.”

“Well, it’s the same for him. It’s too much attention, it’s embarrassing for him”, Taehyung says, removing his glasses to massage the bridge of his nose.

"I feel so awful", you confess.

Taehyung looks at you, his right eyebrow raised and his eyes obviously judging you.

"You should. You know, the piano is like the only thing that makes Yoongi forget about his constant state of panic", he sounds almost angry at you.

You swallow down the lump forming in your throat, not wanting to cry in front of Taehyung. You definitely know now why people are scared of him, it almost feels like he is scolding you right now. You feel like a little kid getting yelled at by one of its parents for getting the expensive rug dirty.

“Can’t you talk to him?" your voice cracks.

"And tell him what?"

"Tell him that I promise not to listen to him anymore, I promise. Taehyung, please he needs to keep playing, he is too talented to throw it away like that. Please tell him that, tell him that his music has moved my heart, that his play is beautiful and that he shouldn’t give up. Not with that talent. Even if he will never show anyone his talent, playing for only himself is enough and he shouldn't give up his happiness. Please Taehyung, he needs to keep playing”, you beg.

Taehyung’s face relaxes. He looks at you with a fond look, smiling softly.

“You are actually as nice as Yoongi told me. I must say, I didn’t believe him at first when he told me about how kind you are, but I must say I was wrong. I apologize for treating you so coldly”, he says, sending you a bright smile.

The nervous feeling in your chest returns, the butterflies in your stomach start dancing again. So it was Yoongi, who talked to Taehyung about you.

You lower your head to hide your flustered gaze from Taehyung, biting the tip of your tongue to stop yourself from giggling.

“It’s okay, I would have been wary too. But I don’t really buy into rumors you know.”

“Good.”

A warm hand comes to rest on your shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze. You look up, locking eyes with Taehyung.

“I’ll talk to him, I'll see what I can do”, he promises you, smiling brightly.

This time around you can’t contain your giggle, clapping excitedly.

“Thank you, wow thank you! This is so awesome of you!”

Taehyung chuckles, playing with his hair as if he was embarrassed.

“Don’t thank me too soon, Yoongi can be pretty stubborn sometimes”, he sits back down, picking up his paintbrush.

He looks up at you, his eyes sparkle in friendly adoration for you. You have definitely moved his heart, you seem to be on his good side.

"I hope to see you again”, he smiles at you.

He starts painting again, looking at the red roses with one eye closed whilst holding up the paint brush in front of them.

“I hope so too, you are an awesome friend Taehyung”, you say, making him grin.

You bid your farewell, turning on your heels.

Suddenly you hear him call your name. You quickly turn around. He doesn’t look at you, still painting.

“Thank you”, he looks up, locking eyes with you, “for not being like the others.”

You nod your head quickly, smiling with your mouth closed before you turn around again. You feel like if you tried to talk right now your voice would crack from wanting to cry. The fact that Taehyung has to thank you for actually being decent and nice to others breaks your heart. You always thought it natural to be kind to other people, but sadly most people in this school seem to find far more pleasure in making fun of other people before they try to actually understand them.

You sigh, feeling the need to look up at the cloudy sky. The clouds are grey, rain is smiling down at you. Good. Let it rain, let the water fall down on you whilst your heart weeps for the black haired pianist. Taehyung will talk to him, of course he will, but you can't stop imagining the worst outcome. Will everything change for the better, will you soon be able to hear his beautiful melodies again?

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gimmesumsuga · 5 years

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Sweeter than Sweet (79)

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Pairings: Jimin x reader, Yoongi x reader, Jimin x Yoongi, Namjoon x reader, Taehyung x reader, Jungkook x reader, Jin x reader.

Warnings: Nil of note.

Word count: 5.7k

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You really should learn to eat your fill before climbing into bed with your lovers. Maybe then you wouldn’t be so often awakened by the sound of your growling stomach; a symptom of having been so focused on providing their nourishment that you’ve once again forgotten the importance of sustaining yourself. They’re always lecturing you for doing so, and you’re sure that if you happen to wake them now whilst you’re sneaking out of bed they’ll give you the same speech all over again.

It’s not that you don’t want to eat. Who wouldn’t, after all, what with Jin’s culinary to look forward to? It's just that it’s all too easy to become distracted when you have two handsome vampires luring you into their clutches night after night; all seductive smiles and bedroom eyes. Sometimes it’s hard enough to remember how to breathe, nevermind anything else!

Anyway, they hadn’t seemed to mind your preoccupation so much whilst they were busy gorging themselves on you last night. They didn’t take too much, really - just enough to leave you slightly light-headed as you rise from the mattress, blinking hard as you find your balance - but their marks are plain to see; four neat puncture wounds, two on either side of your throat. Even after all this time you wear them like a badge of honour, proud to be able to provide everything that they should ever need.

You roll your eyes as Nova makes herself comfortable in the space you’ve left behind, curling up between Jimin and Yoongi with a contented flick of her tail. At least she’ll keep it warm whilst you’re gone, you suppose.

Having quickly pulled on some sweats, you make your way out into the hall and pull the door gently shut behind you, relieved that they don’t appear to have stirred. They were both out working last night so you’d rather let them sleep late if you can even though you’ve not been quite so fortunate.

The corridor is quiet as you pad along in thick socks, arms folded around your torso. You’ve had enough of winter now; longing for warmer days regardless of whether they may be nocturnal ones. Perhaps when you’re a vampire you won’t even have to worry about feeling the cold anymore. Jimin and Yoongi certainly don’t seem to.

Once you enter the kitchen you find it just as cold and quiet as the corridor, devoid of any signs of life. There’s no evidence left of your escapade with Jin just two days prior; the empty bottles that had littered the sides long since taken out to the trash. Jin had scrubbed the room from top to bottom the following day, apparently, and you reckon it’s probably a good job he did, smiling as your gaze falls on the refrigerator he’d had you pressed so firmly against. There are no dents left in the chrome - thank goodness - but there are plenty of goodies inside for you to reheat. Jin always keeps the fridge well stocked for your benefit; just another little thing that you love him for.

It doesn’t take you long to find something that tickles your fancy, scooping out the contents into a dish and then placing it into the microwave, patting your stomach longingly as it begins to rotate inside and a low hum fills the silence that surrounds you. You lean on the counter idly as it goes round and round, wishing Nova had stretched out her fuzzy limbs to come along and keep you company.

It may be ridiculous given that the manor has been your home for so long now, but whenever you’re on your own you can’t help but feel a little on edge. Every sound seems somehow louder and more sinister without there being someone next to you to hear it too - every creak and thud adding further to the general feeling unease that plagues you even whilst knowing Jimin and Yoongi are only right down the hall. It’s stupid, you know, but it tightens your gut nonetheless.

Is this a by-product of your latest encounter with Namjoon? Probably not. You remember sometimes feeling this way when you used to live alone in your own apartment; getting jumpy for absolutely no reason at all in the absence of company. It’s a little sad, actually, now that you think about it - especially with how often that used to be the case.

“Hello, hello!” Hoseok’s cheerful voice makes you jump so violently your feet very nearly leave the floor as he comes blustering into the kitchen. He barely spares you a glance as he crosses the room, fiddling with the knot of the tie that’s looped around his neck as he goes. “Smells good,” he comments as the microwave beeps and makes you jump again, your nails very nearly embedding into the countertop as you try to steady yourself and calm the furious beating of your heart.

“W-what are you doing up?” you ask, watching on in confusion as Hoseok’s head disappears inside the cupboard he’s just pulled open. His head twists side to side as he checks every nook and cranny, tutting loudly in displeasure as he reemerges.

“I’m after some dutch courage,” he explains as he goes to the cupboard next door and repeats the process all over again only to come up once more empty-handed. “Seen any?”

“Pretty sure Jin drank it all the other night.” You remove your breakfast-slash-dinner from the microwave, stirring until all of the rice is thoroughly coated in sauce.

“So I heard,” Hoseok comments, and you’d think it was a perfectly innocent response if it weren’t for the teasing lilt to his tone and the crook of his eyebrow once you look up and meet his gaze, pausing with the spoon halfway towards your mouth.

You know by now it’s impossible to keep secrets in this house. Taehyung and Jungkook are probably well aware of it too, knowing your luck, so you can only hope that the youngest vampire won’t take it too personally that you ended up sleeping with his elder less than an hour after you turned him down.

Rather than take the bait, you chose to rise above it, widening your eyes innocently as you take your first bite and begin to chew. His grin widens, pearly white teeth on display.

“You’re a bit dressed up for a Monday night,” you observe around your mouthful, leaning back against the counter as Hoseok continues his search, sighing every time he comes up empty. “What’s the occasion?”

“Sam’s parents invited us to dinner tonight.”

Ah. Suddenly Hoseok’s quest for alcohol makes perfect sense.

As soon as you’ve finished your mouthful you’re whistling through your teeth, suitably impressed.

“Getting kinda serious, huh?” He turns back to you with a smile that looks like it contains an awful lot of jaw clenching, stifling a laugh at the thinly veiled terror you can see in his eyes. “You’ll be fine, Hobi,” you assure him nonchalantly, waving your empty fork around, “Her parents are like the nicest people in the world. They’ll love you.”

“Fingers crossed,” he says, literally holding up both hands and crossing his fingers for extra luck before returning his attention to his tie, pulling the knot undone to begin retying it all over again, eyebrows furrowed.

“How’re you avoiding the whole eating thing, anyway?” Hoseok glances up, tongue poking at the corner of his mouth in concentration.

“Sam made up some rare metabolic disorder or something,” he murmurs distractedly. “I’ll just say I’ve eaten before we got there.”

“Perks of dating a nurse, hm?”

“Don’t forget the uniform,” Hoseok replies without missing a beat, looking up at you from under his wiggling eyebrows. He earns himself another eye roll as you make further headway with your meal, already nearing full.

A natural lull in the conversation falls when you fail to dignify his statement with a response, chewing slowly as you absentmindedly watch Hoseok continue in his quest to achieve the perfect knot. It takes him two or three more tries but he gets there, in the end.

Smoothing it out to lay flat against his shirt, his expression turns suddenly serious.

“You seemed a little jumpy earlier,” he observes, “Everything ok?” You stop mid-chew, resting your fork against the edge of your bowl.

Had you really been that obvious? You’d thought he’d been far too preoccupied in his search for liquor to notice the way you’d jumped out of your skin at his arrival.

“I’m just a scaredy-cat,” you dismiss, smiling as you shrug and look down at your half-eaten meal. “That’s all.” The next time you look up Hoseok is still regarding you searchingly, his head tilted slightly to the side.

“You sure?” he persists, his eyes narrowing just a margin.

Hesitating, the pace at which you chew slows. Should you tell him about what happened the other night? Perhaps you should. Perhaps if you share your anxieties with someone it might help lessen them, and even if you do confess to Hoseok that doesn’t mean he has to go telling anyone else about it, right? Not if everything’s ok…

You finish your mouthful and turn to the sink, giving yourself time to prepare a reply as you swill your bowl with water and then gently place it down, fork clinking against the side.

“Namjoon came to the bar.” You turn around just in time to see Hoseok’s eyes widen at your statement.

“When?” he questions immediately, taking a step forward towards you.

“The last time you were with me.” The delayed guilt for not having told him before hits you instantly when you see how confused and hurt Hoseok’s expression suddenly becomes, his mouth opening soundlessly and his eyebrows furrowing deep.

“Why didn’t you tell me...?” You fold your arms across your chest as you glance away, his accusatory tone making you feel a little defensive even though deep down you know you have no right to be.

“Because he didn’t really do anything,” you explain, “And I just… didn’t want anyone to worry.” Hoseok visibly deflates when you say that, his features softening as he sighs your name and crosses the space between you, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and pulling you into a tight embrace.

“It’s our job to worry,” he tells you gently after having placed a kiss against your temple, his lips skimming your forehead as he speaks. You unfold your arms and place them around Hoseok’s hips instead, squeezing him back. His cologne smells nice; light and fruity. “Did he speak to you?”

“He tried to,” your murmur back into his shoulder, enjoying the affectionate touch of his hand cradling the back of your head, long fingers trailing through your hair. “But Alex saw him bothering me and made him leave.”

“Good.” Hoseok pulls back enough to look at you but leaves his hands on your shoulders, studying your face as he asks, “What did he say?”

“He said I need to leave the manor and stay with him.” You worry your lip with your teeth. “That I’m not safe.” The pretty vampire before you frowns hard, his grip on your shoulders tightening.

“A threat?”

“I don’t think so,” you say, shaking your head. “It didn’t really feel that way, at least. I’m not sure.”

“Hm.” Hoseok falls silent for a moment, and though he’s looking at your face it doesn’t seem like he’s really seeing you; the cogs in his mind turning. “Have you seen him again since?”

“No,” you answer quickly. Hoseok’s mouth opens, but before he has the chance to say anything you jump in, tugging lightly on his suit jacket. “Please don’t go telling the others. They’ll only go worrying over nothing-”

“I wouldn’t say it’s nothing.”

“-Ok but… just please don’t. If he turns up again then sure, ok but… for now, can we please just keep this between us Hobi?” you plead, giving your best puppy dog impression. “And I don’t want to quit, either.” He regards you sceptically and takes his hands off of your shoulders, running one of them through his hair instead as he takes a step back, sighing again.

“I’m not sure that’s such a good idea,” he worries with a shake of his head. “It might be best for you to just-”

“-I promise I’ll tell you straight away if it ever happens again. And I’ll leave, no arguments.” You watch the uncertainty play on Hoseok’s face as he takes in your hopeful expression and your hands clasped in front of your chest like a prayer. “Please, Hobi. I promise I will.”

Another beat passes, but when Hoseok’s eyes dropped to the floor and a smile starts to tug at the corners of his lips you know you’ve already won, an answering grin appearing on your face, too.

“You do realise Jimin will kill me if anything happens to you, don’t you?”

“I know,” you nod, “But nothing’s going to happen - not with you guys watching out for me.” Hoseok smiles sweetly, taking the hand that you offer out to him and pulling you close again, his slender arm settling around your waist as he brushes a kiss against the corner of your mouth that makes your heart flutter wildly.

“It had better not.” You place two kisses of your own to his cheek - one quick and one that lingers - and you feel Hoseok sigh quietly against you before once more releasing his hold, smiling as he steps away and unlinks your fingers.

“Good luck tonight,” you tell him, and all of a sudden it’s like Hoseok remembers that there’s somewhere he’s supposed to be, pushing back his sleeve to check the time on his expensive-looking wristwatch and grimacing at what he sees.

“Shit, I’m supposed to be at Sam’s in ten.” He gives you an apologetic grin as he straightens out his sleeves, brushing down the length of each arm.

“Give her a kiss for me.”

“I will,” he promises on the way to the door, pausing when he reaches it to turn back. “Keep out of trouble, ok?” he adds in a more serious tone, pointing a finger at you.

“Only if you do,” you joke and at that Hoseok chuckles, throwing you a roguish wink.

“Don’t I always?”

***

Jimin is far more awake than when you left him on your return, though you can’t quite say the same for Yoongi. The elder vampire seems to be fighting to remain asleep as he snuggles face first into the younger’s bare chest emitting a low grumbling noise of protest that is far more adorable than he would probably care to realise. Jimin gets it, though; adoration in his eyes as he curls his arm around Yoongi’s shoulders and pulls him even closer.

“Morning kitten,” he greets on your way back to bed, his usually soft voice still hoarse from sleep. “Where’ve you been wondering off to so early?”

“Breakfast.” You shed your sweats at the edge of the bed and then pull back the covers, eager to slip into the space that Jimin’s made for you on his other side, his arm extended out in welcome. He kisses the top of your head as you settle in, exhaling a contented sigh. Glancing down you see that Yoongi seems to have fallen back to sleep for now, his cheek rested on Jimin’s stomach and mouth hanging just ever so slightly ajar. “Ran into Hobi.”

“Bit early for him,” Jimin comments and you ‘hmm’ in reply, closing your eyes. His body is warmer than usual thanks to having been snuggled up in bed for so long and it makes his natural scent all the more intoxicating, luring you in to press your face into the curve of his neck, snuggling in as close as you possibly can.

“He’s meeting the in-laws tonight.” You hear Jimin chuckle breathily.

“Poor guy.”

“Nah,” you yawn, “They’re good people. He’ll be fine.” Your lover makes a non-committal noise as he noses through your hair, his fingertips trailing up and down Yoong’s back as far as he can reach.

The two of you fall silent for a little while, joining Yoongi in that space somewhere between wakefulness and sleep as you relish in the closeness you share. You really don’t expect the question that Jimin suddenly asks you a few minutes later, half wondering if you’d dreamt it.

“Kitten?” he prompts. “Do you miss them?”

You open your eyes, staring absently at the top of Yoongi’s head as you mull over Jimin’s question in search of a response.

Do you miss your parents? That’s not exactly the simplest of questions to answer.

“Sometimes... but no more now than I ever did before living with you,” you say slowly. “We weren’t close... I’d moved out as soon as I could and after that we never spoke much, so I guess it doesn’t make much difference whether I’m living here or there.” You feel one of Jimin’s hands stroke over the back of your hair, comforting.

“Do they live far?” Jimin asks quietly and in the crook of his neck, you shake your head.

“Only over the other side of town.”

“I’d like to see, y’know,” he says after a moment, “Where you grew up.” You shuffle back a little, tilting your head up to look into the dark brown of Jimin’s eyes.

“Yeah?” They crease at the corners as he smiles.

“Yeah. Where you studied…. Where you had your first kiss, first date. All the important stuff.” You laugh lightly and then lean in to brush a swift kiss against Jimin’s lips, your heart swelling with affection.

“I guess I could show you around my old neighbourhood if you really wanted?”

“As long as we don’t have to meet the in-laws as well,” Yoongi suddenly butts in from further south, his voice gravelly fro only just having woken up. Looking down, you see the elder vampire prying his body off of Jimin’s with what looks like a great amount of effort, groaning all the way. He rolls onto his side, propping himself up on one bent elbow whilst the other hand busies itself pushing unruly black hair off of his forehead.

“I think they’d have a big enough heart attack if I turned up with one boyfriend, never mind two,” you laugh. Your joke earns you Yoongi’s first smile of the day, the pink of his gums showing as he chuckles. Honestly, it’s not fair how he manages to look so endearing even whilst sleep-disheveled. “Morning.”

“Morning,” he croaks back. The two of you leaning across Jimin’s chest to press lips before he and Jimin greet each other in a similar fashion. They exchange a kiss and then Yoongi returns to reclining comfortably at the younger vampire’s side, his hand splayed out across Jimin’s abdominals, stroking absentmindedly.

“Do you have work?” Jimin asks. You shake your head. “Then we can go tonight if you like.”

“N-now?” You blink owlishly; caught off guard. You’d expected at least a little time to prepare yourself, yet know that you think about it perhaps it’d be better to get it done with sooner rather than later. At least this way you won’t have time to work yourself up over the prospect of running into any unwanted faces.

“No time like the present,” Yoongi muses as he gets up; a little rich coming from someone who was still fast asleep just a minute ago.

“No,” you reluctantly agree as you follow suit, climbing out of bed after Jimin. “I guess not.”

***

“You know, one of these days you should really learn to drive,” Jimin comments from where he’s sat in the driver’s seat, his one hand on the gear stick and the other on the wheel - his eyes fixed firmly on the road.

The three of you had made idle chit chat as you’d travelled through the fields surrounding the manor, passing through the bustling city centre and back out again into the suburbs which surround you now, and you’re glad for the distraction their conversation has provided as you draw closer to the places of your childhood.

“Can it just wait until after I’m a vampire?” you ask, all too aware of the slight whine you can hear in your tone. Sat on his lap in the passenger seat, you feel Yoongi’s chest rumble as he chuckles at your back, tightening his arms around your form in place of the seat belt you should be wearing (he’d insisted he’d be able to keep you far safer in the event of a crash than any man-made safety device, and you were far too taken with the idea of sitting on his knee to argue the point). “It should be easy then, right? With all the lightning-fast reflexes and what-not?”

“Yeah, but that’s cheating,” Jimin laughs, glancing sideways at you.

“It’s not cheating,” Yoongi disagrees in your defence, “It’d be just be making the most of a natural advantage.”

“You would say that, hyung,” the silver-haired vampire scoffs.

“I’m not sure I appreciate what you’re implying, Jimin,” his counterpart rebuffs, and though you know he’s doing his best to sound put out you can still hear the smile that’s in Yoongi’s voice as he speaks. “And anyway, it’d only be the same as Taehyungie. If that kid hadn’t have been turned then he never would’ve passed at all.” Jimin laughs once more, his eyes almost entirely closed with the force of his amusement. To be honest, you’re not sure how he’s even able to see the road at all when he’s smiling so hard.

“Alright, fair point,” Jimin admits, and for the few minutes after that follow you think that the matter has been settled until he speaks again, forever persistent. “I still you ought to give it a try now, though. I mean, who knows how long it’s gonna be before-”

You’re not really paying attention anymore. The gaze of your eyes has been stolen through the window, passing from right to left over and over again as you take in the scenery that passes you by. It’s familiar and yet somehow different all at the same time; every tree lining either side of the road just as tall; every garden fenced and gated just as they were when you left. The paint has started to peel on some, though, and some are an entirely different colour to what you remember them being.

You’re nearing your school now. You know because the route that Jimin’s driving is the one that you used to walk to and from Sam’s house after class whenever going back to your own was too unappealing.

“It’s just round here, to the right,” you announce, interrupting whatever playful to and fro had been going on between the two of them. Nodding his head, Jimin re-focuses his attention and heeds your every direction through the twists and turns in the road that follow until a familiar bricked building comes into view on the horizon. Slowing down to a crawl, Jimin pulls up along the curb just in front of the school gates - locked up tight for the night.

“Here it is,” you announce as Jimin lowers the passenger window so you can all get a better look, Yoongi flinching behind you as droplets of rain start to land on the matte black interior of the car.

The school of your memory is a little different to the one that lays within the surrounding iron fence that semi-blocks your view; the building greyer and somehow smaller than it ever was before. Perhaps it’s the drab weather that’s making it seem so but you could’ve sworn the lawns were more colourful back in your childhood, dulled now by the passage of time.

“Your high school?” Jimin asks curiously, leaning so far forward over the steering wheel to gaze through the windshield that his bottom lifts from the seat.

“Yeah. My elementary is just around the corner from here.”

“Looks smaller than mine,” Yoongi observes, his fingers playing absentmindedly with the hem of the sweater you’re wearing.

“Probably is,” you admit, “It’s one of the smallest around here. Mum thought it’d help keep me out of trouble.” And it did, you suppose - though you can’t say the same for Sam. She probably would’ve gotten into mischief wherever her parents had sent her.

“Were you a good student?” Jimin asks as he plops back into his seat, his lips curved into an attractive smile as he twists to see you better.

“I was decidedly average,” you say with a shrug, “Not the best but certainly not the worst.” Much to your mother’s dismay. She’d probably thought that restricting your social life would help improve your grades but it’d had no such effect - you’d always been more of a jack of all trades rather than somehow who excelled at any particular subject. “What about you two?”

“Jimin was class president and valedictorian,” Yoongi informs you with a smirk before the younger vampire has even had the chance to speak. “For nine years.” Godsmacked, your head turns rapidly from Yoongi and back to Jimin who’s sat reclining in his seat and looking a little smug, truth be told.

“Seriously?”

“Seriously,” he confirms with a short nod of his head. You’d expected Jimin to be fairly popular in high school because… well… with looks like his, how could he not be? The news that he had both the beauty and the brains, however, takes you by surprise.

“I never had you pegged as the academic type.” Jimin looks mildly offended, high voice climbing in pitch as he dramatically exclaims,

“Hey! I read!”

“Yeah, I hear comic books have gotten real educational these days,” Yoongi teases in that deadpan way of his, the narrowing of Jimin’s eyes only causing his smirk to grow in response. Afraid that Jimin might lean over and wallop Yoongi if he decides to carry on, you quickly deflect away from the subject at hand.

“How about you?” Yoongi scoffs at your question, glancing briefly out of the window at the sound of a dog barking somewhere further down the street before choosing to answer.

“I was what you might refer to as a ‘selective learner.’”

“Meaning…?”

“Meaning I turned up to the lessons I was interested in and skipped the others,” he chuckles, a fond look in his eyes as he continues to recall. “There was a really nice spot right at the back of the library I used to go catch up on my sleep, right by the anatomy and physiology section.”

“You know I actually heard about you?” Jimin says suddenly, disturbing Yoongi’s brief period of reminiscing. At your confused look, he goes on to explain. “We went to separate schools but this guy’s reputation preceded him all over.”

“It did?” Yoongi asks, his expression genuinely surprised on hearing this information.

“Yeah,” Jimin laughs, passing his hand through his hair to shift it out of his eyes. “The girls were all mad for the whole quiet, brooding thing you’d got going on. Everyone figured you must be the son of a big CEO or something to get away with ditching so often.”

It’s not very often that you hear Yoongi full on belly-laugh but that’s exactly what happens when Jimin says that, his fangs on full display where they protrude from his pink gums.

“I think it was more a case of my teachers knowing a lost cause when they saw one,” he says as his laughter begins to subside and you tut, tapping him lightly on the chest for daring to speak so poorly of himself. “It’s true,” Yoongi persists. He takes a hold of your wrist and lifts your palm to his lips, kissing it. “I was diagnosed early - long before I had any symptoms. They probably just didn’t want to give me a hard time for what little time I had.”

“Maybe.” You suppose it would make sense, however depressing a theory it may be. Why force a student to study things they don’t care about when you know they’ll never get a chance to apply any of that knowledge in the future anyway?

The mood seems to dip a little then, all three of your falling silent with nothing but the radio singing quietly to itself to fill the void. It’s not uncomfortable - you’re too close for that - but there’s a weight to the air that makes your heart feel heavy. It doesn’t make sense to mourn their deaths now that they’ve been given all the time in the world to spare, yet you still can’t help but feel bad for all the pain they had to live through.

“So your parent’s house is near here?”

“Yeah, just five or ten minutes drive,” you answer quickly, eager for the distraction that Jimin’s question provides regardless of however uncomfortable the topic of your parents might be.

“Wanna go take a look?” he asks, his tone gentle enough that even though his question makes you hesitate you don’t feel pressured to answer right away, reassured by the slow curling of Yoongi’s arms around your waist and the feel of his chin settling atop your shoulder.

Honestly, you’re torn. Whilst it has been a long time and you wouldn’t mind finding out how they’re doing - albeit from afar - the thought of them inadvertently spotting you has your stomach twisting unpleasantly with nerves and swirling with indecision.

“I guess… if you want to,” you say eventually and at that Jimin nods, turning on the engine and the windshield wipers before pulling away from the curb.

You remember the way home easily even with how thick and fast the rain has begun to fall, limiting your vision to only six of seven metres ahead. It doesn’t take long for you to arrive on your street, and with a tight throat and quiet voice you ask Jimin to pull over in front of the house that sits next door to your parents’ rather than right in front so as to make your loitering less obvious.

Your old home - unlike your school - looks exactly as you remember it. The hedges are just as tall and the lawn as neatly trimmed, and just as expected at nine on a weekday evening, the only light still turned on is the one that belongs to your parent’s bedroom on the second floor. They always did like to retire to bed early; your mum to read and your dad to snooze the evening away.

“It’s exactly what I expected,” Yoongi comments from behind you and when you turn your head to fix him with a questioning look he smiles. “It’s so… quaint. All it’s missing is the white picket fence.”

“We were hardly the brady bunch.”

“Still,” Jimin chimes in, “It looks nice.”

“It was, most of the time.” Certainly when you were younger, anyway. Back when you were less likely to rock the boat or argue back. “We-”

The sudden appearance of your father in the bedroom window halts whatever it was you were planning on saying - wiping the words completely from your mind. With the curtains open and the lights on, he’s easily seen from where you’re sat in the darkness outside; dressed from head to toe in plaid pyjamas you still recognise from years gone by, surely fraying at the edges by now. He looks as though his hair has greyed a little more at the sides since your last saw him, too, the circles under his eyes just a little bit darker.

“Your dad?” Yoongi asks cautiously, the gentle up and down motion of his hand along your arm soothing and kind.

“Uh-huh… y-yeah.” You struggle to answer - sniffling as you reply - and it’s as you force out a response that you realise the tears you’ve been holding back ever since you pulled up outside now falling, trickling unwantedly from each of your eyes. You’re not even sure why you’re crying, just that you can’t seem to make the tears stop.

“Hey,” Jimin hushes, leaning across the centre console of the car and taking your hands in one of his, cupping your cheek in his other. “It’s alright, it’s ok.”

“I know,” you choke out, but when the curtains to your parent's bedroom close and your dad disappears from sight you only cry harder. “I d-don’t even know why I’m so-oh up-upset.”

“That’s alright, you don’t need a reason,” Yoongi murmurs softly as he places a kiss amongst your hair. Together, your lovers comfort you as you cry, wiping your tears with calm and loving words till you’re able to stem the tide and sniffle away your runny nose, half-crying and half-laughing with embarrassment over your unexpectedly emotional outburst.

“I guess… I guess it just hit me that I might never see them again,” you explain, wiping your tear-stains away with sleeves of your sweater, “And I know it’s not like we’ve ever been close but they’re still family and once I… once I’m like you… then it’ll be like I’ve not got any family at all.” Saying it out loud makes you very nearly start crying again and you press your lips together to keep it from happening, looking down at your lap.

“Gongjunim,” Yoongi says, his voice kind yet firm all at once as the tip of his finger presses to the underneath of your chin. He lifts your face and tilts it so you’re forced to look at him, his dark eyes soft and full of love as he regards you. “You know that’s not true. Me and Jimin-” You glance at the younger vampire whose hand is rested on your knee, head nodding along. “-Everyone one of us. We’re all your family now.”

“You are?” You hear Jimin laugh quietly beside you and when he leans over to softly kiss your cheek your eyes fall closed, your insides filling with warmth.

“Of course,” Jimin assures you, and when you open your eyes and look back at him you see nothing but sincerity shining back at you - not from just Jimin, but from Yoongi too.

Pulling you back into the centre of his lap, Yoongi nuzzles his face against the back of your neck, breath cold as he mumbles,

“C’mon… Let’s get you home.”

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honeymoonjin · 5 years

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enjoy your stay - chapter two

A/N I finished a little early, so I figured I might as well put it out there and get working on chapter three!

ENJOY YOUR STAY ↳Boss!Namjoon, Chef!Jin, Receptionist!Hoseok, Bellboy!Jimin, Bartender!Jungkook, Accountant!Yoongi, Photography student!Taehyung ↳Some inappropriate language and cursing. Later chapters will have sexual content.

SUMMARY ↳Working the graveyard shift at a hotel isn’t the most exciting job in the world, but your coworkers are certainly happy to have you here.

CHAPTER TWO ↳Settling into your new job certainly takes time. Luckily, you’re getting on with the other workers. The only problem is your newest guest.

You had been working at the hotel for a little under two weeks now, 7 nights a week, and while you were getting used to the actual work, the upside-down sleep schedule was another thing.

You weren't usually one for coffee, but you found if you got it from the cafe down the road that had a million different flavoured syrups, you could disguise the bitter liquid as you inhaled it by the litre. Sleeping during the day was just plain weird, and it was probably naive of you to expect a smooth transition to a nocturnal timetable.

That being said, the warm, caring boss of yours was doing his best to ease the change, even once going so far as to let you take a nap in his office - while he was still working in there, no less - when you felt like you were about to fall asleep on your feet.

So far, the workload had been pretty straightforward, but as you would quickly come to learn, every night was different. Your regular tasks were mostly just checking up on everything and everyone, and passing along any messages between staff.

When Jin decided mid-dinner service to tweak the menu for the following night, he couldn't exactly leave and go find Namjoon to tell him. When Hoseok ran out of printer paper, he couldn't just walk away from the reception desk, as empty as the lobby may seem. That was the main reason why Namjoon had to hire a night manager. He found it impossible to be in a million places at once while trying to do his own work.

Your first couple of weeks so far had been you checking up on each of the six staff members (five, really, since you hadn't seen Yoongi since your first night) every two hours, and helping Namjoon out in the office with filing in between.

Currently, at 5am, two hours before you were free to go home and fall in a pile on your bed again, you were cross-legged on the floor, surrounded by haphazard piles of paper. Namjoon was at his desk, gazing intensely at his computer screen, fingers hovering over the keys. While his work was in dealing with current issues like payrolls, bookings, and maintenance, you had been tasked with the backlog of files. Namjoon, while a pretty organised guy in most aspects, had no respect for chronological and alphabetical ordering.

He had shown you a cupboard in the back of his office, with a stack of aging paper the height of a small child leaning dangerously to one side, and asked that you create a filing system.

Here you had been for the past three days, relishing the two-hourly break where you could work out the creaking in your knees and stare at something other than black ink on a white page. It wasn't difficult work, just menial and time-consuming. The paper-heap was a heavy mix of printouts of important emails, photocopies of Yoongi's financial reports, receipts, and, oddly enough, a smattering of Christmas cards every now and then to mark that you had trawled through another year of paperwork.

The pile in the cupboard was finally dwindling, but now your new task was to work out a way to put all the assorted categories away. As it was, every time one of you wanted to leave the office, you had to tiptoe your way through stacks of paper littering the carpet.

You groan and let out a stretch, wincing as you feel the vertebrae in your back and neck click. "Namjoon, I might need to pop down to the office stationery store to get some filing boxes. I think it'll take me the rest of the night to finish up the last of it and then put them away."

He blinks tiredly at you. "The office store closes at 5pm. You missed it by twelve hours."

You yawn. Yup, definitely not used to the nocturnal schedule.

He twitches his eyebrows. "Actually, you could pop down to the accounts firm. It's a two minute drive, and they've got a stationery cupboard. If I gave Yoongi a call, he could set some stuff aside for you."

"Oh, you don't have to wake him for that. I can go another time," you offer, shuffling out of your cross-legged stance to stretch out your legs, wiggling your feet back and forth.

He lets out a laugh that sounds more like a hum. "You don't know Yoongi very well. If you want to sleep, he's probably awake." He pauses. "And vice versa, actually." Namjoon sits up in his office chair and starts punching in a number on his desk phone. After a few moments of silence, his face lightens when someone speaks on the other end.

They share a brief conversation, you too sleepy to pay much attention, and you jump when something falls into your lap. A set of keys on a worn leather keyring. You look up at Namjoon in confusion.

"Take the company car," he explains, "looks more official than you showing up in your Corolla to sneak into the firm." He gives you a tired grin.

You nod affirmatively and pick your way out of the messy office.

The accounting firm is extremely large and well-off, which is probably due to the complete lack of competition in your small town. Surprisingly, there are at least six cars in the vast lot, and the building is totally lit up inside.

It's upon entering that you realise you have no idea where to actually go, so you awkwardly wander around the first floor until you find a young lady hunched over a computer in her tiny cubicle, and ask her where Yoongi worked.

Strangely, she guides you to the top floor of the building, even scanning her staff ID to be able to select the top floor on the elevator panel. Yoongi's office is massive, in the far corner of the floor, with his name engraved into the glass door.

You knock awkwardly, although it's not like he can't see you. He tilts his head to wave you in, then again at the chairs when you don't make a move to go further into the room.

Sitting on the plush armchair, you rub your eyes. "I'm just here to pick up some filing boxes for Namjoon?"

He gives you a small, bemused smile. "So you aren't just here for my company?"

"This is your company?" When he furrows his brow, you realise your mistake. "Oh man, I get what you mean now. I'm sorry, this new job has me tired all the time. I'm a little out of it, if you couldn't tell." Partly to emphasise your point, and partly to avoid his catlike stare, you lower your face and rub at your eyes.

He's silent for a moment, but then you hear his chair roll back and feel the warm weight of his hand on your shoulder. "I'll forgive you this time, sleepyhead. Here, I'll take you to our storage room."

The rest of your visit is filled with comfortable silence; you, too tired to make conversation, and him, probably wanting you to leave as soon as you could so he could get back to his own work. The rest of your shift goes quickly with that same silence, as you do one final round before leaving, drive home with your eyes as open as you can hold them, and collapse in your bed the moment you walk in your front door.

It's a little over six weeks before you see a single customer out and about between the hours of 11:30pm and 7am, and when it happens, you're completely bewildered. It's a young man curled up in the corner of one of the booths in the bar. He has a half-empty glass of some amber liquid, and a little bowl of nuts at the end of the table, and the space in front of him is covered by glossy photographs and a single, very expensive-looking camera.

You had almost forgotten what you were supposed to do when a customer was out of their rooms, and for a moment you hovered in the doorway, unsure whether you should ask him if he needed any help, or just not bother him at all.

In the end, it's Jungkook that makes the decision for you. "Oh, there you are! I have a message for you to pass on to Namjoon!"

The man looks up from the booth to see how Jungkook's speaking to, and you share a moment of eye-contact with him as you walk across the open space to the bar.

He's gorgeous. You selfishly hope that he's one of those customers that stays for a week or two, rather than overnight, in the hope that you get to see him again. His eyes stare deeply into yours, and it's you that looks away first. "What can I do for you, Jungkook?"

"Tell Namjoon Tae arrived."

You blink. "Is that a type of alcohol, or?"

Jungkook laughs. "What is it with you and assuming alcohol is on my mind 24/7? Just because I'm a bartender doesn't make me an alcoholic. No, Tae's that handsome gentlemen over there."

You can't help but sneak another look. The man in question, Tae, lifts his hand in a jaunty wave, but his face stays neutral, curious rather than overly friendly.

You nod at him and turn back to Jungkook. "Tae's here, got it. Anything else?"

Jungkook grins. "Tell him Tae is refusing to pay for his drinks."

"O- Oh. Do you need me to..." you trail off lamely, not sure what it is exactly you could possibly do about a customer refusing to pay.

"Force him to hand over his cold, hard cash? Feel free to try. I'd certainly love to see that."

You clear your throat in embarrassment, feeling the weight of Tae's gaze on you. "I'll go tell Namjoon," you muster, and hightail out of the bar.

Namjoon doesn't seem particularly shocked or concerned that there was a thief in the bar when you told him about your encounter. He just nods understandingly, and leans back deeper in his chair, swaying lazily back and forth.

"So, you know him then?"

His wry smile confirms it. "He's my little brother," he explains. "I give him free accommodation while he stays in school. He's doing a degree in fine arts, if you can believe it." He sighs. "Somehow he thinks it means everything in this hotel is free to boot. That punk."

"That's really sweet of you, Namjoon. I wish I had a brother like you, maybe I wouldn't have dropped out of uni."

He looks up at you in surprise. "I didn't know you went to uni."

"Well," you allow, "it's probably not a good look to put med school dropout on your resume."

"Med school, huh?" He gives you a soft smile. "I went to veterinary school, if you can believe it."

You think of his friendly disposition and caring nature. "I can, actually. It'll probably come in handy one day when Jin accidentally lets his fish of the day loose in the hotel."

He laughs for a few moments, but sobers up again. "Look, we have to put Tae in a different room from his usual because it's been booked already. Would you mind tracking him down and taking him to room 12? I'll set him up with a key tomorrow, well, today I guess, but for now he needs someone to unlock the door for him."

"Sure thing, boss." Your body is half out the door before he calls out to you.

"You don't have to call me boss, you know?"

You grin at him. "Sure thing, Joonie."

You leave before he gets the chance to take it back and stroll contentedly through the hallways, back the way you came. By the set-up Tae had before, you didn't imagine he had gone anywhere in the past few minutes.

You were right. He was still in his spot, Jungkook coming out from behind the bar with a bottle of something to top up the empty glass held in Tae's outstretched hand.

You intercept the bottle as its tipping, making sure the glass stays empty. Jungkook simply nods and pulls back, but Tae looks up when the pouring fails to commence and levels you with a heavy stare.

"Namjoon asked me to take you to your room. Room 12, this time."

He looks back at his elaborate set-up of pictures, then back at you slowly. "I'm busy, but thank you."

He nods meaningfully at Jungkook, who hesitantly holds up the bottle, but you hold your hand out to stop it again. "I know, and I'm sorry, but you need me to unlock the door for you for now, and I get off in twenty minutes."

"Then come back in twenty minutes."

"Uh... I would really prefer if you-"

"Relax, relax, I'm kidding." He shuffles up all the photos painstakingly slowly, disrupting their meticulously arranged display, and tucks them into a pocket of his camera bag. Once he's finished, he jerks his head at his empty glass with a cocky smirk on his face. "One for the road, if I may, ma'am?"

You shrug and shake your head. "Whatever, sure."

Jungkook pours two fingers into the glass, then disappears behind the bar. You stand, shifting your weight from one foot to the other, as Tae savours each mouthful, at long last draining the glass and standing up with his things.

You lead him to his room in silence, not in the mood to make your final few minutes of work go on any longer with his brand of nonsense. He doesn't notice, or chooses not to comment on, your brisk pace through the hallways.

When the pair of you arrive at the door, you unlock the door, and lean in to hold it open for him. Unlike most people who would try their best to shuffle in quickly without any necessary physical contact, he faces you as he slips his body past, breath hot on your face as he passes close enough for you to feel his camera bag push against your torso.

When he's in, you snatch your hand back and fail to say a proper goodbye before leaving.

The lobby is much closer than the service entrance, and so you take that way out in order to leave on time, forgetting to even let Namjoon know you were heading off.

You didn't know what it was specifically about Tae that made your blood boil, but you suspected it was the frustrating combination of an asshole that was devastatingly handsome. A man like that knew exactly what he was doing and how it would rile you up, but some part of you was still glad he was going to be hanging around for a whole semester. Maybe you were a sadist, maybe you were just sexually frustrated.

On your way out the lobby, Jimin is absent, but so is the luggage trolley, so you assume he must have hit the jackpot and got an actual customer for once. Unfortunately for him, it was also at the time he was meant to be heading off. An unfamiliar man in that familiar uniform and hat was hanging around the lobby couches waiting to take over.

Hoseok, however, was still at reception, although his legs were kicked up on the corner of the desk and he was stuffing his face with ramen from a takeout container. He lit up, cheeks full, and waved you over once he saw you.

Hoseok had a habit of making you hang around for ages whenever you did your rounds. Whenever he had anything that needed doing or messages that needed to be passed on, it always came with twenty minutes of backstory and digressions until he finally reached the original point. You couldn't ever get mad at him though, because he was just too lovely to you.

"Hey, muppet, you off?"

You gasp in mock surprise. "My goodness, Hoseok, what if a customer had heard you? They'd be outraged at your informality and they'd leave a one star review on Yelp!"

He narrows his eyes at you, shaking his chopstick like he's wagging a finger. "Don't be foolish. The customers don't come here for the hotel, they come here for my beautiful beside manner."

"You aren't a doctor, Hobi."

"In a way! Just instead of a surgeon of the body, I'm a surgeon of the...customer service."

You sigh at him. "If I understood what you were trying to say, perhaps I could've responded to it."

"Genius doesn't come to all of us, don't worry."

"Okay, Customer Service, MD., I'm going home to sleep off the memory of this conversation." You lean in and give him a side-hug, careful to avoid staining your dress shirt with his spicy breakfast.

"Bye bye, muppet. Maybe if Kyeong-eun arrives on time for once in her life, I can walk you out."

"You still owe me coffee for that one time I snuck out to get you a McFlurry. See you tonight, Hobi."

“See you.”

#bts scenarios #bts au #bts fanfic #bts fic #bts x reader #namjoon x reader #yoongi x reader #taehyung x reader #jungkook x reader #hoseok x reader #enjoy your stay

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sugar-petals · 6 years

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Boss Witch (m)

PAIRING ⇁ jimin x reader

WORD COUNT ⇁ 6.1k | smut, angst, action | 4-part series

SUMMARY ⇁ Jimin, the clumsy apprentice of a mighty sorceress, becomes a sudden gentleman-in-jeopardy.

warnings ⚠️ sexual use of magic, subby jimin, dom!reader, breath & power play, swearing, graphic description, mommy kink, painslut!jimin, begging, TW blood, crying, choking

↳ NOTE: i am vastly obsessed with abandoned buildings, that ended up being the inspiration for the story.

There's an unusually low cloud forming over the amusement park.

It's so massive and dark that the towers of the rollercoaster disappear.

Lightning in the distance makes it hard to focus on any work. The wind had been tough on the rugged buntings in the garden all day, but you've never seen a storm front as gigantic as this one.

Last year, a cyclone passed the Northern area of the city, but the sky had been grey — not black all over. The rain comes once the sun has vanished completely, and outside there's nothing but darkness.

You worry about Jimin.

He's out there playing. Maybe collecting something like you told him earlier.

In any other case, you would simply close the blinds and read. But now that the lightning approaches, you're uneasy in your seat at the window.

By the time you pace around imagining how he tries to get home, but ends up cornered by heavy rain and thunder, the decision is set. You'll go out there and get him yourself.

After kicking off your shoes, you crank the door open and step outside barefoot.

The rain lands anywhere but on your gown.

Both towers of the rollercoaster loom afar, engulfed by mist already. You know it will get worse, so you hasten your steps.

Mud is everywhere. All grass is gone. The wind tousles your hair more every time much like the rain is becoming relentless, turning the mud into grimy water with chunks of wood in it. So far, the trees elsewhere didn't survive this very well like they usually would.

The park might not have trees, but you can still tell by the wind that this is not nature's work.

It's too strong, too cutting. It doesn't sound normal, either.

Judging by the scale of the cloud, it must overarch the majority of the city. But the focal point appears to be right above.

Jimin is nowhere to be seen or heard, how could he be. Crawling haze emerges from the ground and booming thunder resound from every direction. You browse the shooting galleries and run-down rococo carousel.

Not a trace. No melody, no movement. Only the gushing of rain creates a rhythm on the carousel's roof of painted metal.

You call for him twice now, but no answer returns from the obscure plaza.

The arcade and the casino are empty, too. Instead, most of their ground floor is completely flooded. The doors have remained intact which comes to your surprise.

But a lot of window frames, flags, chairs, and tables are splayed out demolished all around. A slot machine tipped over in another corner, and playing snooker would mean getting one's knees horrendously wet.

A dozen teddy bears float on top of the water elsewhere. Some small, some oversized. Grey stuffing peaks out of their ripped up bellies.

You leave the patio of the arcade devastated yourself. Had Jimin only been inside on the first floor saying he had forgotten time.

What if he's trapped somewhere.

A myriad of other questions pose themselves while you turn to search the restrooms, but pick up a creaking noise before you can get there. It's a dull and lifeless tone that makes you turn.

It came from the Ferris wheel.

Please, not there. He can't be up there. He'll die.

You shout.

"Where are you?"

Silence. Only thunder continues. The mist obfuscates the entire scene by now while a sole wayward lantern by the restroom door brings a bit of clarity. The rain pounds against the side of the building and it becomes deafening, but still: Your coat remains dry.

Merely the cold reaches your finger tips, but doesn't dare to venture any further. What is does instead is make the mud a lot stiffer underneath your feet.

You proceed to the wheel following the lantern's ray, walking the path as if it was by fate or design.

A voice, then, reaches your ear when the wind turns.

"Mom!"

It's his. You can't identify the direction.

"Jimin! Come!"

The creaking noise is back.

"Help me, mommy!"

His scream reverberates in the darkness. Something is off. It must be the wheel, it can't be anything else.

There's one antique red cabin dangling close to the peak where you can see a little arm waving. Its movement is so frantic that you have to look twice.

The Ferris wheel has only sixteen capsules and it had to be this one right at the top. You told him not to climb around there.

Again, you can hear him.

"Stuck—!"

The wind swallows the other words. But it's already obvious what the problem is.

You extend your left index finger. Pointed at the wheel, you assume the familiar position. Two feet planted firmly on the ground, shoulder's width. Right palm on the heart to connect with its beat.

The words are deliberate even if the wind carries them far past the horizon.

"Bend to my will."

Another creak. Several ones, this time. The steel, even though it hesitates, ends up following the circular motion of your hand. Even if it rattles and churns, the wheel moves. Slowly.

You can feel how heavy the iron is in your chest. The red gondola approximates about half past the peak that the entire plaza is engulfed in an uproar.

You can't see anything. It's too bright. Panic.

Then, the familiar black sky returns.

The distraction interrupted your movement. So now, the wheel is starting to spin dangerously fast. Without your control, the impetus starts having a shrieking and droning mind of its own.

Jimin's voice oscillates back and forth in your ears pleading.

It's a desperate cry, and you can't see where it's coming from anymore.

The red color of the capsule blends with green, blue, yellow, purple, into nothing short of a grey blur on the plaza.

Twenty years spent and it all ends. Now you're going to lose him.

You only have one last idea.

If it fails, he's dead faster. If it works—

Snap go your fingers, twice. Within seconds, a fuzzy white dot flies across the patio. An arch so high the cloud tangents, a plunge so steep that all you feel is an immediate sting of regret. As if in contempt, the wheel just keeps spinning. It sneers.

Failure.

With a heavy heart, you head to the one feasible spot assuming the dot landed there after plummeting straight to the ground behind the casino. It's almost been an hour since you left the place at the window. Still, the rain won't stop. It didn't work.

This is your heaviest loss so far.

The lantern merely flickers at this point. It makes the patio feel darker than the gruesome cloud. A singular puddle comes into your focus, seeing how something had disrupted the area. Nothing moves. There is no life as you expected, just a pile of dirt, wood, and rusty chairs. But as you step close, there is a sign. Just a small movement.

Now, you hurry, elated. Only to pry a mewling cat from a puddle just beside the arcade, stained in mud from tail to paw, gyrating — thankfully. Whatever you did missed the spot, but still, it lives. It really does. Just as planned, the cat landed on all fours.

It clings to you in an instance and curls up shivering. Impossible to tell whether of freight or cold, both even. You just want to hold it close forever. Ten, eleven, twelve, how many times do you roam your hands over its legs and backbone to feel if everything is where it should be. What every book of yours would call implausible has happened right before your eyes.

The Ferris wheel gradually slows its pace while you turn to walk past the casino, cat tucked neatly inside your cloak, back to where you came from through the storm. Lightning illuminates the way, but the park is all too familiar already. There's a deep purr at your chest, tail peaking out at an opening between two of the silver buttons lined up at the front of the black garment. How bizarre this is already, but now you're walking home with a feline in your cleavage, barefoot, with a coat so warm and dry that it might have been inside on its cozy hanger all the time.

The theatre is still standing at least. It's audible from the outside that the shabby 1960s piano plays a melody on its own in the foyer. Chopin, Nocturne in E-flat major. The sound subsides around the first half because a few keys are missing.

After passing the box office, you open the doors to the familiar scent of corrosion and moth powder backstage. Both kicked-off shoes are right where you left them, but you won't bother putting them on again.

Maybe you can get used to the air in here one day. It's always just the difference of returning from outside to the inside that you notice it. Jimin has tried so many things to change it, but to no avail. Gladly, the bathroom is somewhat neutral in its smell when you enter.

Mewling again, the tomcat scrambles to stay in your arms, but the tub is already filling with water. You plant the ragged fur ball in the middle where there's foam crowning the surface ever so slightly.

You make sure that the water won't rise too much and stick a hand in, checking for temperature. It's hard to estimate given how the chilling wind outside has numbed your fingers, but the fur ball stays in place without complaints as long as your hand lingers nearby and stirs the bubbles. Only thunder makes it wince. A soft sponge comforts it, having you buff both cheeks and belly with care until some of the mud comes off.

It doesn't take long until the foam piles up left and right. It's time, you decide, and two more snaps of your fingers turn the cat's purr into a fuller timbre. The fur flattens, the legs get bigger. They branch out into more muscular limbs while the tail coils up and then disappears. Both pointed ears turn into rounded, dainty ones. Paws tainted by mud give way to petite toes. Long and thick black hair sprouts where once cropped fur stood upright soiled. Front paws elongate into beringed fingers framed by the seam of an old parka.

Once the transformation is completed, you get a giant towel from a wobbly bronze tray at the sink. Not giant giant, but still rather large. You let the water rise again until a lethargic Jimin is completely soaked and hugged by foam. A bit more scrubbing with the sponge and you think he might have found his words again. It always takes a couple minutes.

You sit down at the edge of the tub and work half a palm of herbal shampoo through his hair.

"Everything okay?" you ask, facing two dark and twinkling eyes from behind the bubbly mountains.

Downcast, Jimin murmurs as if not to drown out the rain by his volume.

"Won't do that again."

The neutral scent in the bathroom gradually changes to something more flowery. It's got a bit of basil and thyme in it, too. The theatre's walls still shake under a few oncoming gusts of wind, but none of the cold air manages to creep inside just now. Jimin ends up purring a bit under the circling and twirling motions of your fingers, but catches himself in the act.

"Lightning hit the casino," you wipe away some of the grime on his face. "Sorry for messing up the bending spell. Your nose's bloody here. Hurts?"

"Tissue will do, it's not broken. And you didn't mess up much, really."

Jimin kind of likes trying out a heat charm on himself when you sit down with him to watch TV. The air magic book is lost on you, but after teaching him how to read it, Jimin has acquired a fair lot of spells. A little spark alights between his fingers when he says the words, remembering to place one hand on his bottom lip while guiding the warmth with the other.

You watch from the oaken armchair with fairy faces carved on its sides, faces who had seen three generations of witches pass it on. Jimin warms up his clothes and hair while your favorite show runs, one of the older episodes when the cast was funnier and the wit more sophisticated.

The tube TV is buzzing in the old enameled cupboard where you keep most of all books and two backup crystal balls. One having less density, the other more solid but less polished which would always turn out to be a nuisance. Well, there is a reason they are backups.

You placed them close to the television hoping they would improve the ever-so-shitty signal anyways. Knowing the theatre was fairly remote and the park generally as desolate as it could be, perhaps a bit of magic would give technology a hand and the five available channels would follow suit.

Jimin still preferred the cauldron, and you doubted he could use level three magic to get even the low density one to work.

He's on the chunky suede sofa, a makeshift handkerchief twirled into his nostrils. All busy moaning about how the clouds block the usually splendid view to the countryside. You got him tea before emptying the pockets of his parka, one of his favorite jasmine blends. The pockets are quite heavy, making you wonder where he had been around the funfair to collect their contents.

"Look. These are good." You align a couple of empty snail shells on your lap. "Almost too many, really."

"Could've spent less time out there, I guess."

Jimin is chewing on the inside of his cheek, staring outside the window. You go on crushing the shells in a mortar, but leave one particularly beautiful specimen untouched on your lap.

"I'll let that slide. But next time you come home from the carousel, you'll be early as usual, Jimin, 8PM. I've never been this worried since 800 years."

"I'm sorry, mom. And thank you."

Mom. You had always found it funny when he called you that at first. Or odd, if you admitted it. That was never the plan. You thought of more fitting alternatives for him to use, but after he persisted, that too you would let slide. If it would give him peace and certainty, then you'd bat two eyes instead of one.

"The Weather Witch Directorate. They are experimenting again, it seems."

"What are you going to do about it?"

"Tell them that Fridays are a bad time to cast a thunder charm at the next best occasion!"

"Well fuck, what are they up to?"

"When magic is out of balance, it needs a discharge."

He's scrunching his nose at that.

"Discharge? I thought someone just has a grudge!"

"They wouldn't dare. And why make such a huge storm front all over the city just to tease us. You can't imagine the effort this took. That needs at least nineteen witches. All Level four or four and a half, something like that."

"That's true."

"I'm not so unpopular either recently. Haven't heard anyone complain about the adoption for quite a long time. I think a lot of them really like you. They heard you're making progress."

You put away the mortar covered with the ground shells inside and get a little leather string to attach to the one shell that's left. You give it to Jimin and he puts it around his neck.

"Should you ever be in danger again, touch the pendant. I'll feel it. What were you doing in the gondola, anyways? You didn't see the black clouds coming, from up there? Jimin, you're one of the best junior magicians I've ever seen. You couldn't possibly overlook it."

He bats his eyes now. The strands of his hair fall into his face so you can't see his expression. He doesn't bother brushing them behind his ear like he usually does. They're dry already.

"What's wrong, Jiminie?"

He fumbles with the hem of his jeans.

"I was a bit... uh, lonely."

"Taemin's always here for the weekends. And Fridays!"

"I don't want to play with him."

"You don't like Taemin anymore?"

"No, that's not what I mean. You wouldn't understand."

"Jimin, what have you been doing on the wheel? Remember what we have here."

"Honesty policy."

"So?"

"Err, I got a bit carried away doing something. I'm sorry."

"Something?"

He mumbles into the curtain of his hair so you can't hear.

"What, who put up a shelf?"

He repeats, louder, voice shaky.

"No. I was... touching myself."

Jimin swallows hard.

"Why would you completely forget about the damn world around you! It's not so hard, jerking off or not!"

"It, it was hard. Like the book said."

That book. Sexual Education for Young Wizards Volume 3. A 560 pages strong encyclopedia that was initially circulated as a joke among some witches, but gained huge popularity.

It ended up being rewritten in earnesty, with more demand even asking for a third volume. Which was the one you decided would be best to pick to spare him from the awkwardness of the second or first volume. It wasn't just for born wizards, but also gifted human practitioners. You locked some chapters in his rendition with a guardian spell, but masturbation wasn't among them. It was quite a large chapter with tips and tricks, including charms for stamina, chastity, and a separate section detailing all of female masturbation, too, and how one could assist it.

You completely forgot about the book after giving it to him some time ago. He brought up this and that in conversation, but mostly you were sure the text was extensive enough to cater to each query he had save the later chapters. The ones with asphyxiation and getting stepped on. You sort of left him to his own devices after the questions stopped, and knew he would try things he liked responsibly. Nothing of concern had happened. Until today.

"Jimin. I meant it wasn't difficult to just keep an eye on the weather even if you got carried away."

"I was too... focused."

"Were you using one of the Level two spells?"

He nods.

"For witches' sake!"

Nobody writing that book would have figured how 'responsible' magic would be rendered useless once it wasn't practiced in the safety of one's sheets but on top of a Ferris wheel. Level two is relatively harmless magic as long as one would wield it on the ground. But height ultimately wouldn't do any charm, well, any good. Especially within a thunderstorm of Level 4 sorcery.

"Why, out of all places, there?" you ask.

"I thought it's where you couldn't hear me."

Your face immediately falls into a deadpan.

"Do I care if you groan in your room about Taemin? You can do whatever you want, Jiminie. I don't judge. Unless it kills you, do you get me?"

"It wasn't Taemin."

Now you just blink at him.

"What's with that, it wasn't Taemin?"

"I went there because I caught myself saying something else."

"Which was?"

"Your name."

"What!"

"And, that thing. Cho, um, choking. When I think about you... doing it, I get too loud and my spells turn out a little, I don't know, weird."

Now you realize. The guardian spells in the book were timed ones.

They would fade when he would turn a certain age, or vanish once he unlocked them by practicing a previous chapter until completion.

Knowing Jimin, he would do it in record time to disable the majority of the locks. The new, heavier last chapters might have made him feel a bit reckless. And remembering how Jimin worked the cauldron in your presence for the first time even, he would get into detail bit by bit.

But could you blame him. You picked the book for him to study, you installed the guardian spells so that they could be altered just by how ambitious one was. Sexual charms were part of the course on bio magic that Jimin desperately wanted to know about. And he was turning 20.

The age where any apprentice would get seriously interested in a witch or wizard. But given that there was nobody else around and Taemin's flirting apparently went past him—

"Your spells get weird, what happened?

"It felt better than when I usually do it."

"When you thought about you, me, I mean. Me, me choking, uh, you?"

"Yes. Why are you sweating?"

"Jimin, that's..."

"Hey, honesty policy!" he chirps.

"That's a longer story."

"You have to tell it. I did my part."

"It's about my ability. Not the spells, my natural skill. The one I told you needs no charms to cast."

At that, his eyes light up like charcoal glimmers in the morning ash at the cauldron.

"Wow, really? I never saw you exercising it!"

"It's because I am capable of something that nobody likes, Jimin."

"But, didn't you say everyone is talented at doing some kind of good magic?"

"The reverse is true, too."

"Oh..."

"I happen to be that person with a natural skill of it. Have you ever wondered why we don't interact with other magicians and mortals?"

"Come on, Taemin should still count!"

"He's just our delivery boy."

"But he used to do magic! He told me so many times!"

"Before the hand accident. Taemin barely belongs in either category now. He's not human like you. And he's not a sorcerer. His magic is completely, say... neutralized. It's rare."

That it would put him squarely in the middle was the only reason why he could drop by, and that was hard to come to terms with. Anybody else wouldn't do so well setting foot in the park.

"I only communicate long-distance with witches and wizards", you add. "My magic is too disturbing for those who are sensitive to sorcery. Meaning, all people."

"Why? It's not disturbing, that's not you. But, it must be powerful, isn't it?"

"Surely is."

"I knew it! I knew it! How does it work, then?"

He comes over from the sofa and props down next to your calves like he was still in cat form. Jimin coos, nestling with the long seam of your coat.

"Don't mess around here now, Jimin. I wanna go on watching TV."

"Mommy, please show me how it works. Honesty, remember!"

"I've prepared your bed long ago. There's more tea in the kitchen, too. Take that with you. I demonstrate it when I think that the time is right."

"Please, I'm dying to know! And everyone who doesn't follow the policy has to clean the toad's pond on Mondays!"

You sigh, store away the snail shell powder. Jimin gets his parka back and uses a floating charm to bring the teapot into the living room. This time, he doesn't spill a single drop. Outside, the thunder is still rumbling.

You fill an embellished purple cup with the tea and recline in the armchair, causing one of the fairy faces to utter a little giggle before falling silent again.

"There's a special reason why I was elected head of the Witch Council."

"I know, you're the boss! And why, then? Special?"

"My magic is the most potent among all governing witches. But also the most dangerous and harmful. When the Council meets, only my projection is there to advise the other sorceresses. I can't get closer than ten miles. The power imbalance would be too severe."

There is a reason why the cloud is the darkest over the park and not elsewhere. That is, right above your heads. Discharge.

"I am by birth the only witch able to use what is referred to as: pain magic."

"Pain magic?"

"Full range, Level five and possibly above."

Lightning strikes one tower of the rollercoaster. The foundation of the theatre echoes it long after.

"Level five! What, what does it do?"

"Well, it hurts. Anything."

"And how?"

"I adhere to the codex, I cannot tell nor demonstrate that to a mortal."

"I'm not a mortal anymore, you taught me how to use my talents!"

"The codex also says that gifted people are exempt. It doesn't matter which Level they can exercise."

"What's the reason for it?"

"It's not so difficult. All the codex does is protect you."

"How patronizing it that!"

"Matronizing, if anything. The rule was made by witches."

"I know, but I wanted to see how it looks like! Please, please, it sounds amazing!"

Jimin's curiosity. It'll be the death of him.

You pick up the teapot and take out the little sieve attached inside, placing the tea leaves in your palms. As they settle, all green fades only to be replaced by brown, then grey. Jimin stares with his mouth agape.

"My magic finds a living thing's, a person's weak spot and torments it indefinitely. It draws out life energy. Since it's my natural skill, I can't just seal it away or not use it. It works with bare hands and never stops. No spell can inhibit it either. It's just about keeping it as low level as possible, which I can do."

"Really, no spell?"

"These are magic tea leaves, right?"

"Yeah, sure?"

"You would need to use a complex bio magic charm to disintegrate them like this. But I didn't do much now."

Jimin extends his hand for you to place the remaining two crumbs of the leaves in it.

"Is that all that's really left...?"

"Have you ever noticed how no plant is growing around here?"

"What do you mean?"

"Most wildlife in this area is sensitive to pain magic, too. I kill nature wherever I go, seeds mould away when I walk. Even rain won't touch me. There is no way of doing anything against it. When you said choking..."

"I thought—"

"It reminded me of how much I could hurt you, Jimin."

"But mom, can't you touch me?"

"That's the paradox. You are the only person I know who didn't wane. It is no coincidence you're my first ever apprentice. You're gifted, but that's not really why. But sure, it may be one of the reasons. I always thought it had something to do with that."

"I don't get it, that you can touch me?"

"I would guess so. A normal human would collapse. That's why I keep everyone at a distance. I was fortunate you came my way. I'd never try to purposefully show my skill to you because of it. Whatever the full range might be, because nobody really knows."

The tea has turned cold. Jimin doesn't bother with the heat spell. Instead, he hugs your legs from where he sits. It's not as expected, the embrace is hardly suave like a cat's now. He's really plump, his arms are big. He trains a lot.

He holds up his arm again, the crumbled tea leaves falling off his hand.

"I still want you to show me. If it's as low as possible now and I don't feel it..."

"The problem is, my character changes."

"Ooh, exciting!"

"It's not."

He rolls up his sleeve.

"I've known you for so long. I really trust you. Use it as punishment for me staying out too long."

You tug at the cuffs of your coat, thinking. The codex doesn't encourage it. But it also doesn't forbid it either. And if he pleads for it to get even?

A fairy snickers from the back of the chair, making the armrests vibrate. You want it to shut up, but it keeps on chortling anyway.

Well. Honesty policy doesn't just mean honest words. Honest actions, too. It's not because Jimin is very good at convincing you if you already ponder the option.

Finally, you exhale.

"I need your chest bare. It hurts the least when there is heart magic to counteract."

"Isn't heart magic what you always use?"

"Yes, even today with the wheel. It might be a bit depleted, at least I hope so. That actually helps."

"Let's do this!"

"Slow it, there's a whole process behind that. Remember your new pendant instead."

You unclothe him noticing how well he had cast the heat charm even if he dresses like... a walking onion with a gazillion layers. The parka, then his denim jacket first. He got it downtown the other day, and has not left it at home since. It has a lot of whimsical pockets all over so Jimin can keep a couple of feathers, stones, and petite flasks with potions inside. He keeps it all organized unlike his room where he refuses to throw out the pile of props and mirrors.

No, this jacket is the complete opposite indeed. Underneath, as always, is the cashmere sweater that had been your gift for his 19th birthday. It had been a small party, but Jimin would let confetti rain from his sleeves by accident because he got so excited.

Even if it's already starting to wear out at the hems, even if the cashmere is close to turn into actual felt because the surface had to handle so much friction from other clothes, he will refuse to get a new one. "I'll wear it until it falls apart". It's a bit tricky to pull it over his head because the long hair gets in the way.

And Jimin loves his tin-forged jewelry, the leather strings and beads and crystals. The new necklace, too. They all stay on because you like how they look around his neck, and adorn his chest alongside the tattoos. Not that he'd ever put them off anyways.

The tissue that you pull from his nose is almost spotless, but you're too nervous to take note of it.

When Jimin's last tank top and the TV is off, eventually you can clear the area from the armchair, the table, also shoving the sofa a few inches back toward the wall. He reclines to lie down on the carpet with the weaved-in flat gems, mostly quartz, jade, and agate. His hair fans out on the carpet like a halo, even wavering a bit to intertwine with the woven threads.

That's what he taught himself the other day just for fun. More air magic, of course. The majority of the witches in the council say that their apprentices would rather mingle in bars to get roaring drunk on potion and booze instead of advancing to Level two and finding interesting things to do in abandoned amusement parks.

Observing his breath, his smooth torso, you see how Jimin freezes a little. He does well wearing at least five layers each day. But now, you wouldn't dare to make him use a heat charm. Instead, you kiss his forehead as you would do when singing lullabies for him. Back then, he was still at Level one and couldn't climb on the carousel.

"Are you sure?"

"M-hm!"

"Keep your arms on the carpet if possible, okay. Stay grounded."

There's not much more preparation necessary. You concentrate the lowest dose on one thumb. But it's hard to focus it there. It simply flows. The spot where you tattooed him at the center of his chest is where you graze the tip of the finger ever so languidly. It's the image of a sailing boat, facing the horizon sun and parting waves without effort.

It was an honorary tattoo eventually approved by the Council, lending Jimin better ability to channel heart magic. He was already very good at it when you carved it into him with a wand. He said it didn't hurt one bit leaving everyone astonished. Again, you knew he was the only person.

But now that you raise the frequency of the pain, even he would feel it. You are sure. Nobody was ever safe. Even Taemin would often say he'd get a massive headache after spending an afternoon at the amusement park, gone in a second the minute he came home. You knew Jimin would be no different. But still, you place the thumb over his heart. Right where the anchor of the sailing boat is, dangling by a heavy chain.

Jimin contorts on the carpet in growing convulsions. He's crying blood. All of his hair wets again because the heat charm reverses, and roughens against the carpet in frizzy, trickling strands. You try to bend down to soothe him, caressing his cheeks, his arms, his sides in desperation. But a mighty impulse takes over. The energy keeps on streaming through your hands without mercy. Trying to hoist him up is a mistake, a grave one. You only see his pained expression becoming stronger.

He is fighting against the heavy stab trying to clasp his chest. It had been of no use to tell him: stay grounded. The mud reemerges on his hands and face, a large brown patch on his arm where he spilled red hot potion on five years ago. You know why. He has to use up all his energy to resist, and all other charms must break. He cries and cries, and the carpet goes into creases before you when he curls himself up sidewards.

You won't fight for much longer, motherfucker.

There's that voice inside you. The dreaded voice. You hate it. All the time you had hoped it would not emerge again. You shouldn't have agreed to lay a hand on Jimin even the tiniest bit in the first place. He's still winding and sobbing. You want to hold him so bad now, but your hands are in paralysis. You realize: they pierced his heart.

Hurt him. More.

You want the voice to go.

That's not even a quarter of what he can take.

You didn't hear it for almost three decades. The memory was the only thing you wanted to take into the new century. And that was already hard to bear enough.

But it keeps on speaking.

Punish the shit out of him. He deserves it. Mess him up, put that thumb down again. He begs and jerks off to you, what more can you want. He got so loud. Imagine that in your own bed.

No. Jimin is in so much pain. You won't do anything. You won't touch him, not even once.

You think it's a coincidence he likes choking? Your boy has good intuition. He already knows what your hands are capable of. He wants it bad.

You snap your fingers twice, but nothing happens. Jimin remains on the carpet as he is. A hastened calming charm — too, is useless, leaving your hands empty where you would usually see a russet squirrel emerge to hop around the place, chanting and prancing until the situation had resolved itself. In the meantime, Jimin begins to salivate on the carpet with his eyes rolling back into their reddened sockets. You turn to get out of the room. Run, run as far as possible. If even bio magic doesn't work, there is no hope.

You only want to run because you, you! You think it hurts him. Does it, really? Face the truth. You'd chokefuck him any minute for the thrill.

Past the sofa, the armchair.

Like a rag doll.

Past the table, the cupboard.

Remember, you wrote the book yourself.

Even further. You need to run further. Escape from the theatre even when the world outside is a puddle of dirt, ripped up teddy bears, and more dirt.

Didn't you tattoo him in that spot just because you like his collarbones? Why did you give him all these necklaces? You're 900 years old. But still a virgin cause no dick on the entire planet could survive a second inside of you. And on that floor? The single most able boy to get your horny ass off. What are you going to do about it? You're perfectly clear about what you REALLY want.

The voice is now booming inside your brain like thunder. When you get to the door and press its brass handle, the volume is a staggering crescendo, almost unbearable. Your hands remain buzzing with energy. The room is upside down. It's all tilted. The TV switches itself back on again, but only shows a blacked out screen while a brittle voice presents the news from yesterday. More people have diabetes. Another dead person after a wizard couldn't tame a charm. Good weather forecast only. The lotto numbers are 27, 3, 18—

Chopin plays in the foyer again.

The crystal balls burst in their spots, sending splinters darting through the room. The teapot shatters to dust, rendered a cloud of ground china. Jimin's saliva pools at the ceiling while the voice drowns everything in an ugly shriek.

What are you going to do about it!

Until you hear Jimin cough. Several times, and it's bloody.

"Mom, mom. Don't leave me. Fuck me, please, mom. Fuck me, fuck me..."

Told you so.

— Sequel parts linked in masterlist.

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kookieswan · 9 months

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character mannerisms for NoW Jimin: bagel emoji and thinking face emoji?

🤔- Quirks/mannerisms

Bites his lip a lot. Like, he’ll gnaw on it from time to time, especially when he’s either nervous or feeling flirty ♥️

Puffs his cheeks out and pouts when he’s mad. MC thinks it’s adorable.

Has a bad habit of eavesdropping on MC and Yoongi from his spot on the couch. It’s mostly to blackmail the fish man.

Always dressed nice, even at the beach house. He’s constantly checking his clothes to make sure they’re not wrinkled or dirty.

🥯- What does he best for breakfast?

Iced coffee. Maybe a cute breakfast sandwich or some yogurt if he’s feeling up to it. He’s more of a brunch kind of guy and prefers big meals later in the day!

#nocturne of waves jimin #nocturne of waves #answers

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nako-doodles · 6 years

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get to know me 💕

I was tagged by @sugcult , my beautiful soft 💕💕💕ilu charlotta

Name: shirley

Star sign: scorpio (borderline libra)

Height: 172.7cm ((quick q: why do people keep translating between cms and ins differently?? am I 5′6″ or 5′7″?????? bc my best friend thinks im 5′6″ bc she's 5′7″ and im shorter by a hair but my doctor said I was almost 173 life is confusing))

Put your music on shuffle. What are the first four (4) songs that pop up?

Sekai no Owari - サザンカ

Coldplay - Vida La Vida

米津玄師 - Lemon

Lee Hi - Golden Slumbers

Ever had a song/poem written about you? a song as a joke promposal like 3920489024 years ago in high school

Last time you played the guitar: lmao 2 years ago when my roommate attempted to teach me the basic chords rip I only remember C and A major

Celebrity crush(es): Kim Seokjin, Zhang Yixing, Kim Jongdae, Jung Wheein, Gal Gadot, Emma Watson, Cara Delevingne, Jennifer Lawrence, Meryl Streep, Carrie Fisher, Neil Patrick Harris, Constance Wu, Lea Salonga, Julie Andrews

A sound you hate + a sound you love? nails on chalkboards, sound of rain against leaves/waves crashing against the shore

Believe in ghosts? no, but I refuse to be a stupid white girl and poke into supernatural stuff

Do you drive? I mean, I do indeed own a drivers license but I haven't lived in a city where driving is required since high school bc lmao dont drive in NYC and HK if you don’t want to die from road rage

Last book you read? I have a tendency to read a cycle of books bc when I want a distraction, I usually just pick up a book in the room, so Dear Ijeawele by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie (that I usually keep tucked in the sofa), Dear Kafka by Murakami Haruki (in my dad’s office), and Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil by John Berendt (stacked in the linens closet outside the bathroom)

Do you like the smell of gasoline? gods no, the smell of gasoline is one of those smells guaranteed to make me sick

Worst injury you’ve ever had: the ligament I partially tore in my elbow when I was performing La Campanella like the idiot I am. I have jimin’s hands. @ piano teacher stop making me play Rachmaninoff and Liszt and Debussy thanks.

((funny story actually: it was my senior concert before college and I was playing the songs I prepared for the local competition a couple days ago with Bach's Toccata and Fugue in d minor, Beethoven's "Das Lebewohl" Sonata No. 26 in Eb Major mvt. I, Brahms' Rhapsody in g minor, and Debussy's La Cathédrale Engloutie prelude, and my extra self (bc I won the senior division and was honestly feeling pretty good about life) wanted to do two other romantic pieces bc I like romantic pieces the best to round off the night, so I chose Chopin’s Nocturne in c# minor and Liszt’s La Campanella, and like during the second half of the cadenza I literally felt my right elbow give away, and Let Me Tell You, anyone who tells you that a torn ligament doesnt hurt as much as a broken bone, THEY ARE WRONG. I honest to god dont know how I finished the song with the god forsaken octave+ jumps, I just remember blabbering to my piano teacher half high on andrenaline how much my elbow felt like someone ripped it open with a chainsaw and almost fainting into her arms like a victorian lady it was pretty pathetic. I was rushed into the ER like 20 minutes later and basically spent the rest of my fall semester senior year in casts and misery.

hilarious story in hindsight tho. like what idiot injures herself playing the piano? this idiot. tldr; don’t add even more ridiculous songs at the end of your 2-3 hour long concert full of ridiculous piano pieces.))

Do you have any obsessions right now? watching people recreate different kpop songs, learning the piano transcription of Monti’s Czardas, learning chinese calligraphy, researching how the chinese characters that kanji derive from differ from the modern simplified versions since I have to know both uGH, random bits of trivia bc I like being a nerd

Do you tend to hold grudges towards people? lmao im a scorpio what do you think?? (I do forgive easily tho)

In a relationship? ahHAHAHA who’s that? dont know her.

#this was a lot of fun #thank u for tagging me charlotta ilu #muwutuals #char ming #hash tag games

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rofics · 6 years

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Come Together Pt 2

Bts gang au x hybrid reader and friend!

Warnings: Violence once again probably, cursing as always

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*Time Skip*

I finally calmed down enough to know that I can face the others without murdering them. Funny how I just agreed to protect them but I'm the one who's getting help. I slide off the bed and walk over to the closet, I peak in and am surprised to see some random articles of clothing so I pick out some comfy shorts. I place them tactfully around my tail as it swishes happily, finally freed. I pad down the stairs to see everyone conversing, Sacha notices me first and smiles at me. I smile back and give everyone a bow

"Sorry about that, I have to recollect myself sometimes" I apologize sheepishly, tail curling around my legs and ears turning downwards.

"Hey don't use puppy dog eyes! I can't handle them!" Sacha whines, covering her eyes. I let out a small chuckle and settle myself next to her, scruffing her ears a bit.

"We found some info about this Ayden dude, you're right, he's not dead. He's altered his face but the eyes are exactly the same as before, guess cats are proud of who they are" Yoongi informs me, showing me a picture. My heart drops and my stomach coils

"I know..that was my reaction too" Sacha whispers solemnly. The guy in the picture was Ayden, but I also knew him as Alex, someone in every one of my classes.

"He probably used the classes with you to figure out info, did you ever feel like you were being followed at all?" Jin asks me and I shake my head.

"He may be a crazy ass shit but stealth was his middle name, nobody could hear him coming. I was also occupied by friends a lot so I never noticed then either" I reply with a frown.

"Since Y/N is back, and you know who's trying to ge us, who exactly are we protecting you guys from?" Sacha wonders. RM or Namjoon as we learned lets out an embarrassed chuckle.

"Well, almost every gang you could list honestly. They don't like how I just became in charge because of my father. Then there's the ones that Tae has infiltrated. But our main rivals are gangs named Got7 and Vixx. We have an ally named Exo that help us out every now and then." Namjoon tells us while Yoongi pulls up informational pictures of Exo first and I scan their faces. Some of them look familiar, maybe I knew them as children. Vixx was next and I didn't recognize anyone, they were all brand new. Finally was Got7, Sacha let out an audible gasp and I reached for her hand. The leader of this Got7 gang was none other than her current boyfriend, Jaebum. He also looked so so so familiar, like a face I had seen many of times. Then it finally clicked..that was the son of the one who killed our families. Got7...first generation were our parents enemies as well, I can't believe I forgot their name. I pull Sacha to me, wrapping my arms around her.

"I assume you know him?" Hoseok questions, raising a brow and I nod stiffly.

"That's Sacha's boyfriend. His dad is also responsible for murdering our families" I mutter, snarl on my face.

"Well this is a terrible coincidence" Jimin mumbles

"You're telling me" I mutter back.

"Are you going to break it off with him?" Tae asks and Sacha gives a shrug

"I'm going to have to, his dad killed my parents and he's the rival of people I'm protecting. My family never went back on what they said" she says and I run my hands over her ears. This fucking sucks man, first the house, then Ayden, and now this fuck fest of a boyfriend. The dude wasn't even mean! He treated Sacha like a damn Queen, he even won me over which is extremely hard to do. I won't lie, I've even eyed his friend or second in command Mark a few times but I know not to bark up that tree now. We all settle into another silence, me still comforting Sacha. The poor girl was probably trying to remember any signs of him being in a gang or any family ties.

"Y/N can i pet you? It always makes me feel better" Sacha begs, staring up at me with her wide eyes. I sputter a bit, not wanting these men who have probably killed a lot of people to see me in a vulnerable state. But I could see the heart break in her eyes and I nodded yes with a pout.

"You should let me pet you too sometime! Your ears look very soft" Tae says innocently and I turn even more red, tail swishing against the couch as my dog side gets excited at more pets.

"Don't fall into Y/N's trap, once you start you can't stop and then you get a puddle hybrid" Sacha warns with a laugh and I let out whine.

"It's not my fault...it feels nice okay?" I try to retaliate but it's in a cry of a hurt puppy which makes her coo and I huff at her.

"You know, I find it funny how you two work but you came from the top two strongest gangs" Jimin adds, chuckling at us, earning a nod from Hoseok.

"After the accident and we were left alone we decided to hide that part. We really just wanted to live normal lives, she's the only one who can pet me freely though. Unless I like you, then it's allowed" I state, I'm very picky about who touches me. If I don't like them I bite their hand, plain and simple.

"Also, would there be any chance of me going shopping tomorrow? I really don't want to be limited to the same jeans and shirt for my whole life" I ask and Namjoon nods.

"An outing of sorts would be nice, knowing we'd have extra eyes would make it easier" he says and I smile at him, tail wagging happily. The sky had gone dark as it was a bit past midnight, time goes by quickly when you're having fun. Sacha is a bit nocturnal so I knew she wasn't sleepy but the guys look like they haven't slept well lately. Maybe they'll feel better tonight with us around! I let out a little yawn, Sacha's petting was making me relaxed and sleepy.

"Some sleep will probably do us good, especially if we're going to have another out day" Jungkook pipes up, I honestly forgot he was there because he doesn't really talk much. He must be a really shy guy. I get up from my spot and stretch, tail accidentally hitting Sacha in the face.

"Watch where you put that thing" she laughs playfully and pokes me. I murmur a sorry as it curls around my legs.

"Your tail is very fluffy, is that a trait in Malamutes?" Hoseok asks and I nod.

"Very puffy and soft...you can touch it if you want. I'f I'm going to protect you we gotta trust each other" I offer. Hoseok gives me a smile that rivaled the sun as he reaches behind me to run a hand up my tail. He lets out a giggle then reaches for my ears, tussling my hair as well. Tae approaches me next and goes straight for petting my ears, I'm pretty sure these guys are all animal lovers and have had pets before. Once the petting fest was over we all split up into our own rooms, making sure front doors and windows were locked with the security system on. I crawl back onto my silk sheets happily, the material was so soft against my skin. I got under the sheets and snuggled into the pillow, my tail wrapped around me in comfort. I fell into a peaceful sleep, all nice and warm. In the early morning my ears picked up on sounds of sighing and distress. I sit up facing the cold and focus more, it's coming from the room to my left which I believe is Tae's. I slip out of the cover and tip toe out of my room to his door, I barely tap on it to show I was there and gently open it. I step in and close it behind me

"Are you okay?" I ask, eyes adjusted to the dark.

"I guess, I just can't get comfortable and I like to sleep with something" he whispers

"I can sleep with you, I'm very warm" I offer with a smile he can't see. He nods shyly and I walk over to his bed, sitting down on it.

"Thank you.." he mumbles

"No problem, it's part of the job right?" I reply with a giggle, getting underneath the covers with him. I have him lay on his side and curl up behind him, head against his back, with an arm across his waist and my tail curled around his leg. I liked cuddling people so this was great. His hands hold onto my arm as he tries to relax again. It takes a couple minutes, but his breathing finally slows down so I close my eyes, falling back to sleep.

*Morning Time*

My eyes blink open and I stare at the ceiling, we must have switched positions somehow because I was on my back with Tae's head on my chest. I smile to myself, all of this attention was making me feel great. I hear noise from the others waking up, yawns and shuffling feet, doors opening and closing.

"Where's Y/N?" I hear Sacha ask then see her face in the doorway. I wave to her and she walks into the room. The others poke their heads in and I wave to them as well.

"Why are you in Tae's bed?" Jungkook asks in confusion

"I heard him flip and flop last night so I offered to sleep with him as a cuddle buddy" I reply softly, not wanting to wake him up. Too late, Tae stirs and sits up, rubbing his eyes. I sit up and hop out of the bed, we all head downstairs where Jin is starting some breakfast. We say thank you for the food and dig in, there was plenty to chose from so I didn't feel bad about loading my plate up. I needed the energy for protecting! There was more talking today, guess we just needed to warm up to each other over a destroyed house and reviewing gangs. With full bellies we go get changed out of our night clothes. I managed to find a dark purple hoodie, and put on my black skinny jeans with my shoes. I tucked my tail loosely upwards today since the hoodie was pretty baggy and I'm sure people couldn't tell. I got a cool dark purple beanie that matched my hoodie from Hoseok to cover up my ears.

We weren't going to take the limo today since that'd draw too much attention, so we broke up into two cars. One car was Jin, Tae, Jimin, Jungkook,and I while the other was Sacha, Namjoon, Hoseok, and Yoongi. Jimin took the front seat since he was the second oldest of us so I sat in between Tae and Jungkook. We played lots of fun music, singing along to the lyrics purposefully off key. The drive into town wasn't long, about 10 minutes and we pulled into the parking lot of a giant mall that I had never been too. We all get out, there was no need for the boys to hide their identities completely since normal people didn't recognize them. I have to think of where I want to begin since I have to build my clothing collection from scratch. We headed into a store with socks and underwear so I got three packs of each thing. My next stop was Old Navy for some pants since they normally had okay deals. I try some of them on and jokingly model them for everyone. I bought another black pair, some light washed ones, dark washed ones, a red pair, a light gray pair, and a dark gray pair. I got random shirts, sweaters, and sweatshirts from random stores. Damn did it feel good to shop for new clothes. I mostly bought everything but Namjoon did use his leader authority and bought me some things as a sorry your shit got destroyed gift.

"Let's get some ice cream" Jin states, staring longingly at a sweets stand. We all agree and he buys everyone whatever we want, I got *favorite flavor(s)* and licked mine happily. I notice Sacha's ear twitch under her hat and tilt my head, trying to hear what she's hearing. Men...laughing? Oh shit! Oh shit! It's Jaebum's laugh!

"Abort mission, abort mission!" I whisper yell, grabbing everyone's attention.

"Why are we whispering?!" Hoseok whisper yells back at me

"We just heard Jaebum's laugh from the direction we're going in!" I reply. Before we can change course the gang comes into view, Jackson spots us and nudges Jaebum, pointing to us.

"Fffuuucckkkk" Sacha whines under her breath and I pat her back. Got7 approaches us so we stand in front of the guys.

"Heyy babe" Sacha smiles awkwardly, shuffling her feet. Jaebum looks at Sacha, then at Bts, then back at Sacha.

"This is who you've been with?" He questions bluntly, staring right at Namjoon. I lick my ice cream quietly, this awkward silence was killer.

"Y..yeah" Sacha mumbles guiltily, looking at me for help so I step in

"I met these guys a day or so ago and decided I wanted some new clothes so I dragged Sacha along for my support" I say, bullshitting my words and lick my ice cream. Jaebum eyes me, not believing anything but I keep an innocent face. He scoffs and reaches for Sacha but I step in front of her.

"Jusr because you're dating means nothing, you will not grab her" I warn with a growl. Won me over or not, nobody messes with my Bee. Jackson steps up, eyeing me so I return the favor, protective mode on.

"Don't go causing a commotion in this place Jaebum, we just want to shop like normal humans" Namjoon speaks up, standing behind us. He was a tall dude when he used his full height, towering over us.

"I just want my girlfriend, is that too much to ask for?" He retors, emphasizing the world girlfriend.

"Maybe she doesn't want to go with you" Hoseok chimes, standing behind Sacha. Ooooooo, I smell a ship! Jaebum does not like that as he glares at Hoseok in disgust

"Don't do this here okay? I can't be with you anymore because of something that came up" Sacha says, dropping the truth finally. I could tell that he wanted to lose his shit but he just lets out a strangled sigh.

"Can I ask why?" He demands, foul look on his face. Sacah looks at me and I understand

"Because we found out that your family did something not nice to our family a while back, it's best to end this now" I step in, taking another lick.

"And what was that?" Mark questions, standing next to Jaebum.

"First generation Got fuckheads killed our families, all because they were jealous of our families power. Your shit head of a father wanted us wiped out and he succeeded, sorry if she doesn't want to be with that shit heads descendent" I growl out, close to his face. He scoffs and takes a step back

"Fine, but this means you're our enemies now. And it's pathetic how you two are the only ones left" Mark mutters and I let out a growl. I raise my hand to throw my ice cream at him but Jungkook pulls it back down.

"No scenes" he whispers to me and I huff at him.

"Okay, so be it." Sacha states, crossing her arms over her chest. Jaebum makes a motion and the group goes back the direction they came from.

"Way to stick it to him Bee!" I cheer, hip bumping her. She gives me a small smile, poor rabbit was probably scared to death. She doesn't do well with confrontation.

"I have learned from the best Jinx" she says and I smile widely

"Damn right ya did!" I shout, kicking at the air where Got7 stood.

"Got shitheads was the best insult you could come up with though?" Yoongi teases and I feign sorrow, turning to him.

"That was insult gold" I declare, Jin nodding so we high five. It was a bit awkward with my ice cream but we managed.

"Well shall we continue out shopping spree?" Jimin pipes from the back of the group and we all agree. Shoes were last on my list, I had to try on multiples to make sure they were the right fit. Hidden in the corner of the giant shoe store is a Timberland display and I immediately walk to it. There were so many colors, the basic black and tan, but there was a pure red pair that were limited edition, a light pink pair that was limited edition, and a baby blue colored pair. I got the worker to get me a pair of each, excluding the tan pair because they weren't really my color. Those plus three sneakers and a pair of boots made up my new shoe collection and I was damn happy. I slip on the all red pair of Timberlands because they were snazzy as hell. I thank the worker and walk out a giant grin.

"I'm good, I've gotten everything I needed" I state proudly, looking at my new shoes. I blew a lot of money but it was SO worth it. Hoseok bought some random hats for himself and we helped Tae pick out some new ties for his collection. Jin found a cool ass pink trench coat and bought it. Nobody else wanted things so we head back out to the cars, stuffing the shopping bags in the trunk. We pile back into the cars and I slouch in my seat

"That was a lot of shopping" I whine, plopping my head on Jungkook's shoulder.

"Spending money is hard huh?" Jimin kids, turning around in his seat and I nod with a laugh, lifting my head back up. We head back to the house and un load the bags, I just put mine in the closet, hoping to sort it later. I place my new Timbs near the closet entrance and slip into a nee pair of my pajama shorts. I head back downstairs and settle into the sofa. We all agreed on getting a pizza for the evening since shopping took around 4 hours, including the confrontation. Namjoon pays, tipping the pretty driver heftily. No plates needed, we just get a slice whenever we want. We debate on movies to watch and I vote for a horror movie, Sacha and Jungkook agreeing with me. Our cuteness won and Yoongi popped in the Conjuring (I couldn't think of a better movie)

I look around at everyone, a small smile gracing my features. This is home...this is a family in the making.

-Ro~ all of the notes on pt 1 almost had me in tears, no joke :p thank you all for supporting this new story! I hope this chapter is as likeable as the first <3 also thinking about making Sacha and Hobi a couple later on!

#bts #bts x reader #bts gang au #got7 gang au #got7 #vixx #exo #gang au #kpop gang au #bts gang au x reader #vixx gang au #exo gang au

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triplekimsquad · 7 years

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Out of the seven of them, Hoseok and Jimin are usually the ones who wake up the earliest, followed by Seokjin. Namjoon tends to go to bed late, but he's not difficult to wake up. Whereas Taehyung and Jungkook usually stay up well past midnight playing games so they're tough to rouse in the morning. And forget about Yoongi, because he's practically nocturnal, always working on something after everyone's gone to bed. He won't wake up completely until he's got some Americano in his system.

To be honest, Hoseok likes mornings the best. It's during the afternoon where he sometimes finds himself feeling languid, energy declining. But during the mornings, he's typically cheery, as if the rising sun's personally bolstered his energy and enthusiasm.

Mornings are his also favorite time to go to the dance studio. Either then or late at night—but they're usually stuck in dance practice late into the night anyway so he doesn't get too much time to himself during those times. But in the morning, the studio is empty, quiet, and often times Hoseok likes to go there to refresh, to recharge, to clear his mind and prepare for a busy day. He doesn't always have to achieve this by dancing. Sometimes, he simply sits there with his eyes closed, listening to music, letting his thoughts escape him. Other times, he catches up on his friends' activities and that helps renew his spirits and determination.

That's exactly what he'd been doing this morning, watching B.A.P.'s latest live performance and silently cheering for Junhong and his members on their success.

When Hoseok comes back to the dorm, Seokjin's wake and making coffee in the kitchen. "Oh good, you're here," Seokjin says as a way of greeting, busy pulling out mugs out of a cupboard.

Hoseok scoffs, feigning bitterness. "Good morning to you too." He kicks his shoes off by the entrance, hiking his bag up his shoulder as it starts to slip.

"Hi, sorry, good morning," Seokjin backtracks, actually turning around to face Hoseok. Already dressed in a plain shirt and dark jeans, he looks out together—apart from the stressed wrinkles in his forehead. He picks up one of the cups, softly blowing at the coffee, and leans against the counter, sighing.

It's not even 6am and Kim Seokjin is sighing like he just spent eight hours dealing with restless kindergarteners.

"You okay?" Hoseok asks, concerned as always.

"Fine, fine," Seokjin assures him, waving a dismissive hand at Hoseok’s worries. He takes a sip of his coffee and it seems to calm him down. "Just woke up late," he explains, "And we still have to get the others outta bed and be outta the house in half an hour and you know how Jungkook's gonna need to take a twenty minute shower and Namjoon's gonna spend ten minutes working on his hair and—"

"Jesus, hyung, breathe, shit." Hoseok rushes over to him and puts a hand on his back, gently rubbing him there and hoping the action is placating.

"Sorry," Seokjin apologizes again, "It's been a rough morning."

"No need to apologize," Hoseok tells him. "How 'bout we split the burden? I get Taehyung and Jimin, and you get Namjoon and Jungkook?"

Seokjin sighs again, but this time it's more relieved. "Yeah, that sounds good. Thank you."

"Of course, hyung." They've got a plan, but Hoseok can't just leave without seeing Seokjin smile. At least a little. So he sticks his hand out, forefinger and middle finger pressed together while the others are tucked underneath his palm, and looks up at Seokjin expectantly.

Seokjin glances down at Hoseok's hand and then back at Hoseok's face, confused for a moment before it clicks and he's chuckling. "Aish, really now?" But his lips are stretched into a grin so Hoseok doesn't think he's really complaining.

"Yes really, come on."

There's some eye rolling, but Seokjin complies, placing his two fingers on top of Hoseok's and together they do their 'Bang-Bangtan,' chant. It might be a silly thing to do without the other members and especially since they're not going out on stage to perform, but it brings a smile to Seokjin's face and that's what Hoseok needs to see before they split up.

"Alright, see you in a bit," he tells Seokjin, heading towards the room he shares with Jimin and Taehyung.

He's just about to reach for the doorknob when the door swings open and out steps Jimin, clothed already. "Oh, hey hyung."

"Hey Jimin-ah." Hoseok smiles at him, glad to see a familiar face that's not entirely stressed yet. "Seokjin hyung says we have to leave soon, so try to get ready quickly. He's already made us some coffee."

"Ah, really?" Jimin's wide eyes are innocent as they are adorable.

"Yeah, help yourself. Just make sure to leave some for Yoongi hyung."

Jimin snickers and shakes his head fondly. They're all familiar with Yoongi's need for caffeine.

Well, speaking of Yoongi... "Um, actually, you wouldn't mind waking up him, would you? Seokjin hyung headed for Jungkook and Namjoon's room and I've got Taehyung."

"Yeah, no problem, hyung," Jimin agrees easily, eager to help and please. "Just let me brush my teeth really quick."

"No rush," Hoseok tells him amiably—except that's a bit contradictory considering he told Jimin to get ready quickly not even a minute ago, but whatever. Semantics and all that.

He shakes away his thoughts and steps into their room, not bothering to shut the door behind him. It's early in the morning so that sun's just starting to peek through the windows, bathing the room with light and warmth. It's no wonder why someone wouldn't want to leave such a peaceful atmosphere.

Hoseok's finds Taehyung sprawled across his—Hoseok's—bed, one arm thrown over the extra pillow and hugging it close to his chest. The sheets are twisted between his legs, one foot poking out from under the covers.

It's a sight Hoseok has seen before—and yet he still can't help but find it endearing.

He moves further into the room, a soft smiling slowly spreading across his lips as he puts one knee on the bed and bends down, hovering over Taehyung. This close up, he can see the pillow creases on Taehyung's face and the small spot of smudged eyeshadow Taehyung must've forgot to wipe off last night. His eyelashes are long, it's not an unknown fact, but Hoseok allows himself a moment to admire them, the way they rest against Taehyung's cheeks, so soft.

It's subconscious almost (he doesn't even realizing he's doing it) how he lifts his hand up and gently sweeps his thumbs over Taehyung's closed eyelid. His hand sort of ends up resting against Taehyung's cheek, while his thumb brushes away the tips of Taehyung's hair that fall past his eyebrows. Before Hoseok knows it, he's sitting down beside Taehyung, one arm thrown over Taehyung's chest while he cradles Taehyung's face in both of his hands, caressing Taehyung's closed eyelids, the high arch of his cheek bones.

Taehyung awakes slowly, blinking, brown eyes squinting at the morning light. He twists in Hoseok's hold, pursing his lips as he rolls fully onto his back and brings the pillow he's hugging along with him.

Christ, he's so adorable. Hoseok's chest tightens watching him.

Hoseok's hands move upward on their own accord, carding through Taehyung's hair and pushing it off his forehead gently. The smile that creeps across Taehyung's face isn't his signature boxy grin—but it's close. His eyes scrunch up for a moment, chest rising as he holds in a breath. Hoseok feels it when Taehyung lets out a sigh. Somehow it warms his heart even more.

"Morning," Taehyung murmurs, voice groggy. He smacks his lips and peers up at Hoseok, still half-asleep.

Hoseok chuckles softly and smoothes out Taehyung's hair once again, something akin to an enamored smile on his face as he looks down his dongsaeng. "Time to get up, Tae."

Taehyung groans and tries to cover his face with the pillow on his arms. "Five more minutes," he mumbles, eyes squeezed shut as if it'll magically make him disappear and help avoid the inevitable.

"Come on," Hoseok urges gently, moving the pillow aside so he can see Taehyung's face properly. "We've got a busy schedule today." He meets Taehyung's eyes, feels something twist inside his chest at the hopeful pout Taehyung sends him. "Aish," he says under his breath, rolling his eyes—though it comes out fondly despite his attempt at being annoyed. "Yah, that doesn't work on me anymore. I've become immune to that face." It's a bluff really. Five years later and Hoseok's heart still melts a little at Taehyung's imploring expression.

"Kiss me then," Taehyung says, turning his face and presenting his profile to Hoseok. He taps his cheek twice with his index finger, (still pouting—god it's adorable), "Gimme a kiss and I'll get up."

Hoseok huffs out a breath, rolling his eyes again, and pretends to be annoyed for a moment, pretends to think about it, but there's no denying he's a sucker for cuteness and affection. When he leans down, he makes sure to wet his lips before smacking a loud, slobbery kiss to Taehyung check.

"Ugh, hyung!" Taehyung instantly moans in disgust, squirming underneath him and wiping the cheek Hoseok just kissed. He looks so offended Hoseok can't help but laugh at the affronted expression on his face.

"Come on." Hoseok pats Taehyung's hip, moving to get up himself. "I fulfilled my part, now you have to carry out yours. Get up."

Taehyung groans once again, but he finally pulls the pillow he was hugging away from his body. "If I'd known you'd kiss me like that, I wouldn't have made that bargain." He furrows his eyebrows, mouth downturned into a scowl, looking grossed out again. "Christ," he mutters, "Not only do you look like a horse, but you kiss like one."

"Yah!" Hoseok squawks, jumping on Taehyung for the remark. He almost feels a tiny bit of remorse for possibly hurting Taehyung by suddenly dropping on top of him, but then he sees the shit-eating grin on Taehyung's face and any bit of sympathy flies out the window. "You little shit," he grumbles, retaliating in the only way he knows: tickling. He goes for Taehyung's armpits first, making him wriggle and laugh.

"Stop!" Taehyung giggles, trying to kick out at Hoseok and jostle him, but Hoseok's straddling Taehyung's thighs, barely giving him any leverage. "Hyung, s-s-stop!"

"Take it back," Hoseok tells him, digging his fingers into Taehyung's ribs and sides. "Take it back!"

"Okay—okay!" Taehyung wheezes and Hoseok ceases his onslaught, hands falling to Taehyung's waist. "I'm sorry," Taehyung begins, pausing to catch his breath. His hair's disheveled, face is flushed, eyes are watering, but—to no one someone's surprise—Hoseok finds him cute as always. "I'm sorry for ever saying you kiss like a horse."

Hoseok lets out a quiet hmph and crosses his arms across his chest, pursing his lips into a smug pout, looking triumphant seating on Taehyung's lap.

"... Even if you do look like one."

That conniving dipshit.

There's a second where neither of them move. Hoseok stares down at Taehyung, gaping at Taehyung's smirk. And then he moves with lightning speed, hands snatching at Taehyung's neck, but Taehyung's faster, grabbing both of Hoseok's wrists before they can reach him.

"Fucker," Hoseok hisses, struggling in Taehyung's grip. His hands are hovering just above Taehyung's collarbone and he wiggles his fingers to see if he can at least scratch him with a fingernail or something, but Taehyung bits down on his lip and pushes against Hoseok, not letting Hoseok's fingers even ghost his skin. The unexpectedness of it makes Hoseok's breath hitch in his throat. Shit, when did his dongsaeng get this strong? Fidgeting, he grunts and Taehyung just continues to sneer at him. "Yah, you're disrespecting your hyung. Have you no shame?"

As soon as he says it, he realizes how rhetorical it sounds, because he's taking about Taehyung, the epitome of carefreeness. Like, the guy got lost in Sweden and while everyone was worried to their stomachs about him, he was content walking around and enjoying the scenery surrounding him.

Sometimes Hoseok thinks Taehyung's lighthearted spirit is something someone could fall in love with.

Snickering, Taehyung blows a raspberry at Hoseok, head lolled to the side. "Nope."

Oh that is it.

Hoseok lets out a battle cry and jabs his knees into Taehyung's sides, hard. Taehyung doesn't see the hit coming and gasps, loosens his grasp on Hoseok's wrist enough for Hoseok to break free, grabbing for him. After that it's a blur of hands and feet as they try to one-up the other, grabbing wherever they can, kicking at one another, and rolling around in the bed

"What is going on in here?!"

Hoseok and Taehyung freeze at the booming sound of Seokjin's voice, but don't break away. Hoseok finds himself on his side, pinned under Taehyung's larger frame with Taehyung's leg curled around his. He's got Taehyung in a headlock, buts he slackens his grip when he notices Seokjin standing in the doorway, looking unimpressed with his arms crossed across his chest.

"I told you to wake him up twenty minutes ago," Seokjin says, "Stop roughhousing and get up. C'mon, we have to leave soon."

Hoseok knows Seokjin isn't really mad and that on another occasion he'd probably jump in on the playful brawl—but he's right. They do have a busy day ahead of them and need to get ready.

"Okay, hyung," Hoseok mumbles, feeling a little guilty for not being able to accomplish the task handed over to him in a timely manner.

When Seokjin walks out of the room, Hoseok lets go of Taehyung and slumps against the bed, sighing. Taehyung curls up next to him, head on Hoseok's chest, fingers idly tracing patterns on Hoseok's shirt. It's quiet in the room while they both catch their breath, and Hoseok drags his hand to Taehyung's hair, muscle memory, stroking the back of Taehyung’s head softly.

"Better get up before manager-nim comes for us," Hoseok whispers.

Taehyung lifts up his head, a soft smile gracing his features. Unsurprisingly, he seems to be on a different wave length because he says, "I'm your favorite dongsaeng, right?"

It's a bit out of nowhere and the impulsiveness of it makes Hoseok chuckle, but there's no refuting Taehyung's claim, because Hoseok can't lie to himself, and there's no point ignoring Taehyung either, because he seems genuinely curious and Hoseok would feel bad laughing it off.

"Of course," Hoseok tells him, looking up at him and caressing his feathery hair.

The familiar, easy gaze Taehyung gives him makes Hoseok feel mushy, lovesick. He's grown too comfortable of Taehyung's affections, and he's starting to wonder if that's a blessing or a curse.

He pulls Taehyung's head back against his chest, arms winding around Taehyung's neck and keeping him close, cozy. Like home.

"Of course you're my favorite, Taehyungie."

#vhope #I haven't written in 300 years who would've thought vhope would be the ones to bring me out of my drought lol #idk what this is but it might (see: probably will) turn into a longer fic or some kind of series #pls indulge me it's been a while and this isn't perfect but I'm v happy and it's been a while since I've felt that way about my writing ;;;;#~*~

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A Bed of Roses [3]

Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4

Words: 4479

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Superpower!Au

Summary: Superpowers are suppose to make you invincible, someone who could save the world, a hero. It’s not suppose to be like this...not like this.

You run into Min Yoongi in the dead of midnight while mindlessly wandering the halls of the eighth floor (even though you were suppose to be asleep but for the record, you had taken like five naps earlier in the day).

You stop in your tracks and your breath hitches. Immediately, your eyes attach to the human and you turn your head as he walks past. You blink twice, making sure that it was him and not some sort of ghost.

You haven’t seen him since the first day you arrived and his door was always shut. Was he nocturnal? An owl? A zombie? Curiosity tugs you and you follow him quietly, keeping a distance away. The halls are creepy at midnight, lights dimmed to the minimum and the moonlight peeking in from the barred windows. You sort of feel like a serial killer trailing behind him and you hope that you aren’t being too creepy (a little creepy was fine in your books).

After a full minute, he huffs out a frustrated sigh and turns on his heel, right towards you. You freeze and your heart completely stops beating. Panicking, you cover your face with your hands as if it could hide you.

But much to your dismay, he marches - right. up. to. you.

“What are you doing?” His voice is much huskier than you thought.

Peeking from your fingertips, you finally drop your hands. Clearing your throat, you stand a bit straighter. “Uh...just wanted to say hi?”

Your heart was beating in your ears and you felt like a child getting caught stealing cookies from the jar or a newbie burglar who crashed into the dining room of a family in the midst of having thanksgiving dinner.

“Look.” He jabs a finger to your shoulder, pushing it away. “I know you’re trying to get all chummy with everyone but can you not? I haven’t slept in the past three weeks and I’m still wondering why I haven’t died so can you just please…fuck off.” He says sternly in exasperation, voice just above a harsh whisper.

You nod your head, sending him a small smile and flashing him a thumbs up. “Alrighty then.”

He shakes his head, sighs with frustration again and then turns on his heel. You watch as his silhouette disappears down the dim hallway. And your curiosity pokes you harder than ever before.

Two days later, you burst into his room.

The doors are never locked in case of emergencies. The nurses need access immediately and there were never problems of intrusions since everyone respected each other's spaces, like an unspoken rule...but you’re not like everyone.

It’s impulsive for sure and you’re not quite sure what you’re doing until it’s actually done and you’re inside his room, knob in hand with the door wide open.

His room is exactly like yours and he’s laying on the bed with eyes completely open. He darts his head to you immediately at your sudden invasion. “What the fu-”

“WAIT!” You shout at him, putting your hands out. “Listen! I don’t know what your deal is or what’s your problem but I can help you!”

“What the hell are you doing?! Get out!”

“No!” You shout while pointing straight at him, frowning. “You shut up! You want to sleep right?! Just…” You huff out a long sigh, voice softening. “...shut up. I think I can help you.”

He opens his mouth to protest but then closes it with reluctance. You walk backwards, gently shutting the door closed. Then with hesitance, you climb into his single bed beside him. “What are you doing?” He moves as far as he can from you, back pressing to the wall.

You notice how his eyes are bloodshot, lined with black bags and his entire face is pale, reminding you of a zombie. “Just close your eyes and sleep.” You cross your arms close to your body and shut your own eyes.

He sighs. “Look. I literally can’t sleep.”

“What’s your power?”

“What?”

“What’s your power?” You repeat, opening an eye and glaring at him.

A full minute passes before he answers. “Sleep manipulation. I can make anyone fall asleep. I can fabricate dreams for them.”

But in turn, he, himself cannot sleep.

“Great.” You shut the open eye. “Now just listen to me and close your eyes.”

He mumbles something about how insane you are but when you open your eyes again, his are closed and your lips lift to a smile. He’s facing you and you’re facing him. Gently you move your head so that your foreheads touch. Fluttering eyes shut again, you doze off while Yoongi follows.

Hours and hours pass while your head is buried in his chest and his arm is draping your waist. Both your chests heave simultaneously, soft breaths filling the room. You dream of better days, past days while Yoongi is lost in a coma, a deep slumber that he relishes. For the first time in a million nights, he doesn’t twist and turn, stare at the walls mindlessly or curse the world. His dire exhaustion is melted through proper rest, sleep that he had been craving for so long.

And you personally break your longest sleeping record. Twenty four hours later, you are awoken by your internal clock and a crucial need to pee.

Yoongi flinches from your shuffling and turning. He finally cracks an eye open when you’ve returned from the washroom. “Wha- what the hell?” Sitting up, he runs a hand through his ruffled hair, sticking out everywhere as if he got electrocuted. You giggle a bit and he blinks twice at you.

He looks a lot better, seemingly more refreshed and less….dead.

Yoongi feels better, a new surging energy in his system and his bags are gone, eyes no longer bloodshot. He can only manage one question, one thought that runs rampant through his groggy mind. “How?”

You lift your arms, doing jazz hands and you smile brightly. “Magic.”

When the nurses call meal time, it’s an instinctual routine as the nurse pulls out her key to the elevators. But this time, a certain man slips in too. “Yoongi?” You flash him an ear-splitting smile and he stares for a moment before turning away.

Jin lifts his eyebrows at you and Taehyung is gaping in wonderment. “I’m...I’m feeling a lot better.” He mumbles while scratching his head and you giggle.

“Glad you're joining us.” Namjoon adds and Yoongi flashes him a nod.

The cafeteria is the same as ever. People glare and snicker at you, treating you like you're some sort of disease. But what’s way worse is the oatmeal-jelly-potato-soup that they call food and force you to eat. Maybe you should sue.

Rushing ahead, you do manage to snag the last apple before Jimin can and you flash him a smirk, to which he playfully scoffs at. But from your carelessness, it rolls off your tray and makes quite a distance, rolling past the narrowly-spaced tables and the feet of others.

You run after it. “Excuse me! Excuse me!”

Everyone shrieks as you walk past them, climbing onto their tables and rushing far from you. As if parting the red sea, they move out of the way while screaming. When your clothes brush their hands, they act like they’ve been burnt. But you don’t notice.

The red apple finally stops and you reach down to grab it, only for your hand to be stepped on.

“Disgusting piece of shit.” The stranger rubs the heel of his boot deep onto the back of your hand and you wince, pain shooting but you keep from screaming. Your fingers crush against the ground and you fear that he’ll break your bones.

You look around finally, noticing how the women have their shirts pulled up to their nose and the men are scowling at you viciously. “Freak.” “Monster.”

“HEY! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” Jungkook shouts and throws his tray onto the floor. The bowl clatters and the liquid spills out. He points to the man whose shoe is pushed to the back of your hand and he finally eases off. With tears in your eyes and teeth biting your lips, you manage to rip back your hand.

Jungkook’s entire face is red and his fist is so tightly clenched that the nails digging into his skin trickles out blood. Before you can even stop him, he rushes forward and lands a punch straight to the guy’s face.

Your eyes widen and you gasp, everyone screams. The man is knocked backwards and falls on top of the table, knocking trays off.

Then like a ripple effect, a wave of fury crashes down on everyone.

Some rake their nails against others skin, leaving a trail of blood while rest are bashing each other’s faces with tightly clenched fists. It’s a complete catastrophe of people shouting and lashing out at each other. People are shoved against the wall, onto the floor. The nurses rush in but can only watch in fear, meagerly trying to pry people off of each other. Jimin fares the worst, being affected by emotions, you fear he might murder someone with the glint in his eyes. The source of it all is from Jungkook, inducing everyone into anger but he himself is lost in a blinded rage.

“Jungkook!” You push through the violent crowds of people where he’s attacking the man who stepped on you. “JUNGKOOK!” You scream his name above the yelling but you can’t reach him.

That’s when you see it. Time slows down and your eyes grow wide in horror as you witness the man’s fist slowly materializing into stone. You give one last push and you stumble out of the crowd. Running, you push yourself in front of Jungkook, shooting your arms open to protect him. Don’t hurt him, please.

As his stone fist is about to meet your face, an invisible shield materializes in front of you. It ripples as he hits it and shatters, blinding white flashing throughout the entire room for a heartbeat before disintegrating into the air.

Just like that, weapons are dropped and people’s arms fall to their side. Satan’s infuriation falls back to hell and Jungkook is stammering, at a loss for words. Everyone stares at you as your chest heaves up and down, gasping for air.

Everyone’s seated in the rec room in somber silence. Jin, Yoongi and Namjoon have their eyes downcast, Hoseok and Jimin are staring at the ceiling, Taehyung is twiddling his thumbs; and Jungkook is hunched over, seated on a chair. You huff out a long sigh.

Thankfully, no one was detained or thrown into isolation since the nurses couldn’t conclusively blame someone for the entire catastrophe. But they did leave a heavy warning and from now on, they were to bring food up to you.

Now, you really were trapped forever on this wretched level.

“This is all your fault.” Taehyung finally breaks the silence, staring at Jungkook and you dart your head over at him.

“Taehyung.” Namjoon flashes him a pointed look.

“What? I’m just saying what we’re all thinking.”

“He’s right.” Yoongi adds.

“Yeah, okay, fine!” Jungkook slams his fist on the table and Jimin flinches. “It’s my fault! So what?! Are you happy?! What do you want me to do when I can’t control it?!”

“Then learn how to control it!” Taehyung shouts back at him, standing up.

Jungkook stands too. “Tsh...that’s pretty nice coming from you!”

“Why you littl-”

“HAVEN’T YOU HAD ENOUGH?!” You slap your bruised hand on the table, ignoring the shooting pain. Standing abruptly, your chair falls to the floor and Jimin winces at the harshness of your words. “DO YOU WANT ANOTHER FIGHT?” You scream out at them, voice cracking and they instantly quiet down.

“Y/N…” Hoseok calls your name softly but you brush him off, storming out of the room. You step into your own room, slamming the door and falling onto your mattress seconds later.

Holding your battered hand up in front of your face, tears trickle from eyes and onto the white sheets. Marked with purple and blue bruises, red cuts in a shoe shape and blood clotting together, your hand throbs painfully and you hug it close to your chest.

Your chest clenches achingly.

Their words ring inside your head.

“Monster.” “Freak.”

“YOU DISGUSTING MONSTER!” Your entire body, shakes and your eyes jolt open. “YOU FREAK OF NATURE. DIE ALREADY! DIE!”

You try to scream but your voice doesn’t make a sound, only a slight squeak that disintegrates into the air. You try to scramble away but the vines hold you in place and the thorns dig deeper into your skin, blood pouring onto the white sheets. The bloomed red roses gleam in front of you and the hundred voices emitting from them, overlap over each other. They scream at you from quiet whispers, shrill wails and hoarse howls, like the demons from hell. They’re intertwined in your hair and the vines are wrapped around your limbs, cradling you in the worst embrace.

“DIE ALREADY! JUST DIE!” Tears trickle from your eyes and you shake your head. They begin to squeeze you tightly, stealing your breath away. You manage to find your voice and you scream at the top of your lungs, the bloodcurdling sounds of desperation break your vocal chords. When you’re wheezing for your final breath, the door bursts open.

Time stops and it’s Hoseok who’s frozen at the entrance, his shadow looming over you. He’s staring and almost admiring the horrendous beauty, how the red roses curl into your hair and adorn your skin. But your yelp snaps him out of his trance and he hastily rips the flowers off of you, ignoring how the thorns pierce into his own skin, his blood dripping.

“Y-Y/N.” He stutters your name “It’s going to be okay.”

“Ho-Hoseok.” You cry out his name while the flowers shriek in agony.

“It’s going to be okay.” He reassures, continuously pulling the flowers off of you. Just then two nurses rush into the room, horrified and perplexed but Hoseok doesn’t stop.

“It’s going to be okay.” He whispers again and you nod.

“M...O…..N...S...T...E-”

He rips out the last flower and you can’t stop sobbing, not because the thorns are still left in your skin, the vines that are still wrapped around your body or because the roses on the floor are crying…….

Hoseok frees you. And you really believe. “It’s going to be okay.”

A few hours after, you go searching for the others, almost dying of boredom from staring at the stale, white walls. Seriously, you were even gazing at a particular moldy spot in the corner for half an hour.

But it’s strange how there’s no one around at all and no response when you knock on their doors. So somehow, you find yourself shuffling your feet on the ground, staring at the floor and avoid stepping on lines of the tiles. Suddenly, laughter hits your ears and you perk your head up, following it.

You’re led into the rec room where Jin, Taehyung and Hoseok are sitting around the table, splitting up a deck of cards. Namjoon and Jungkook are at the coffee table in front of the TV, playing chess with the utmost seriousness. You slide next to Jimin who’s standing and watching the trio.

He notices you right away and smiles widely. “Hey.” You return his smile and for a second his eyes flutter to the bandages wrapping your arms and legs. “How are you doing?”

“I’m good.” You cock your head to the side, grinning at him in reassurance. You glance over to Hoseok who’s holding his hands up, hiding his deck from the others but his hands are bandaged just like yours. For a moment, you think he stole a glimpse of you but when you blink again, he’s staring back at his cards.

“I heard about the….thing…” Jimin says with hesitance.

“...stupid flowers…” You mumble with a pout before smiling again. “I’m fine Jimin~”

Then you notice how everyone’s injured in some way, shape or form. Taehyung has his ankle taped, Jin has a cut on the bottom of his lip, Namjoon with a gauze to his head and Jimin has a purple bruise at the bottom of his right eye. Jungkook is the worst off with a cut on his cheek, bandaids littering his face and his left hand casted, all from the catastrophic fight yesterday.

With everyone covered in plaster and bandages, it’s starting to really look like a hospital, you muse to yourself.

“What about you?” You point to Jimin’s bruise, ruby lines and violet rubbing in the corner. “Does it hurt?”

Jimin smiles softly, eyes crinkling. “I’m okay.”

“Hey you two!” Taehyung calls out and you dart your eyes over. “We’re shuffling a new round. Wanna play?”

“Sure.” Jin pulls out a seat for you and you take your spot, across from Taehyung with Jimin shuffling a seat beside him.

“So everyone knows how to play right?” Taehyung skillfully shuffles the deck and then begins passing them out. “Same colour or same number. Once you have only one card, you call uno.”

You nod, carefully collecting the colourful cards in your hands and slipping them off the table in front of your face, cautious of not showing the others while wearing a poker face. You glance around, staring at each person’s expression. Taehyung has a bright boxy smile, Jimin is smiling, Hoseok cocks an eyebrow up at you and Jin winks when he notices your stare (to which you scoff at).

“Okay. I’ll start.” He slaps down a card, revealing a yellow six. The round goes on intensely, everyone quickly putting down cards with ease but after five minutes, it kicks up a notch.

There’s swaps and reverses, Hoseok curses under his breath and Jimin sighs. Taehyung keeps throwing down skip cards, forcing Jimin to skip his turn (he swears at Taehyung and the rest giggle). Jin is forced to collect eight cards, stacked by you and Hoseok. But you’re in the best condition, hiding your cards carefully behind your hands.

“Uno.” You smirk, holding up one card left.

“How is that even possible?!” Jin grimaces while holding his stack of twelve.

You stick out your tongue at him and the rest grumble incoherently. Just then a voice from behind startles you. “What’s going on?” His voice is husky deep and you smile automatically.

“Yoongi! We’re playing uno. Wanna join?”

“No. I’m good.” He huffs out, hands in his pocket but he pulls the chair out next to you and plops in it. “I’ll watch.” Then he leans in close and glances at your card. “Are you winning?”

You grin. “Hell yeah I am!”

Yoongi glances at the table, seeing the blue seven card and nods with a soft smile. “Nice. It’s in the bag then.”

The rest of the guys mumble and continue; Jin takes his turn, Hoseok reluctantly throws down a card and when it hits Taehyung, he plays a swap card. Jimin glares at Taehyung for making him skip his turn again to which Taehyung flashes him a mischievous smile. After Hoseok throws down a blue four, you and Yoongi snicker back some laughter.

“What?” Jin asks, narrowing his eyes.

“Nothing.” You shrug with a smirk, twiddling with your single card.

Jin stares at you with a blank expression and you look back into his brown orbs. A moment passes and you don’t blink. His voice is loud and clear even though his lips are sealed. I should play by red six. She has a blue nine.

Your jaw drops and Taehyung groans, throwing down his cards. Jin freezes and his eyes widen. “Di..d-did you hear that?”

“Yeah, we heard that.” Yoongi comments with a nod.

“Why did you cheat?” Jimin points to Jin, accusing him playfully. “Now we can’t play!”

“How was I supposed to know that my mind was gonna open?!” He refutes with a tone several pitches higher.

“Reading my mind and invading my privacy like that…” You pout your lips and shake your head disapprovingly. “Seokjin...I expected more from you.”

“Ya~ You guys are so mean to me. You know I’m the eldest one here?” He begins to ramble and everyone giggles. “Imagine if someone walked in right now, they’d think you have no respect for your elders, huh? And I know you guys would cheat too if you could. I bet Jimin was just feeling everyone’s emotions and deciding what cards to play. And here you’re all blaming m-”

Just when Jin’s in the middle of his rapid gestures, a yell ripples the air and bursts your ear. There’s a crash and you dart your head over to the sound. “Jun-Jungkook.” Namjoon is standing away from Jungkook whose heaving his chest, fists clenched together despite his wound. The chess board is on the floor with the pieces scattered around.

“Wh-what’s wrong?” Jin asks, standing up to get a better sight.

There’s some silence before Namjoon speaks. “It’s just…..I won.”

Jungkook sure takes sore losing to a whole new level. You don’t blame the kid though, his power gravely affecting his temper. “Ju-” Right when you're about to call out his name, Jimin suddenly throws the cards to the floor.

Being affected ten folds by emotions, Jimin is already affected by Jungkook’s sensitive anger. He stands up and turns to Taehyung, ready to jump on him but you grab him by the shoulders and shake him. “Jimin! Get a hold of yourself!”

You turn to Jungkook whose forehead veins have already popped out, his sweat dripping down. “Jungkook! It’s just a game! Calm down!”

He doesn’t listen to you, screaming in rage instead and Namjoon walks forward, a knot in his brows. Suddenly you’re so petrified that they’ll hurt each other, fight to the death in blind rage. But Hoseok steps beside you. “Stop it!” He shouts, panicked as you are.

Jimin bites down on his lips until blood draws and tries to repress the emotions that embrace his body and controls him like a marionette doll. Jungkook roars from his gut. “I DON- DON’T WANT TO HURT YOU!”

He forces his arms to wrap around his body and shouts again from the bottom of his lungs, face completely red and his nails clawing at his own skin. Blood seeps out and you're frozen. He’s a ticking time bomb ready to explode but being repressed through sanity that’s quickly depleting.

Jimin launches his fist and Taehyung gasps in a breath, ready to take the blow. But he redirects his arm and bashes the wall instead, the layers punctured through and his fist blue. He collapses to the floor and begins to hysterically cry, excruciating pain shooting throughout his entire body as he tries to repress his emotions.

You're completely numb from head to toe, blank and deaf. Hoseok is hyperventilating, panicked as he tries to control things before they spiral into chaos. He’s the only one in the room who can think, who can use logic while the rest are ice statues, distrait as time moves too quickly.

Hoseok turns to you horrified and you make the mistake of looking him in the eyes.

You become shell-shocked, lost in his honey irises and dilated pupils that’s kissed by horror. Oxygen draws out of your lungs and your heart skips ten beats, fingertips tingling. In a single second, his grey aura emits and bounces off of his skin, piercing straight through yours before dissipating into the air. Hoseok drops to the floor violently screaming.

“Un..nie?” You downcast your eyes to the floor, finding your sister wrapped in rose vines. The thorns stab her skin and her blood is pooled at your feet.

“Soomi?” You stammer out in complete terror.

She cries out in agony, the shrill sounds filling your head and making you dizzy. The vines hug her, covering her entire skin as if consuming her like a cocoon. “HE-LP M..E!” She shouts in desperation, throat getting tight as the air squeezes out of her.

But you shake your head, unable to move a muscle. “N..o...you’re not real…”

“H-E-LP M..E!” She raises a trembling hand, frantically trying to grab hold of you. “HEL-P ME!” But you shake your head and you step back.

“N...o…” You close your eyes and you clench your teeth, a dam of hot tears pouring down your face. And even though it physically pains you, with all the strength you can muster, you turn away from her.

“Hoseok.” You turn to the man who’s curled on the floor, gripping his hair in fistfulls. His cry is hoarse and bloodcurdling, you wince as it weaves in with your sister’s; an orchestra of the devil. “Hoseok.”

You kneel beside him, gently touching his shoulder and instantly the room is darkened, everyone disappears.

It’s pitch black. When your hands feel suddenly wet and too warm, you lift them to your eyes, alarmed to see it coated in ruby red. “Hoseok!” He’s in a pool of his own blood, paralyzed as snakes wrap itself around his ankles, slithering up his legs. A million tiny, black spiders scrabble up his arms and onto his face, threatening to blind his eyes.

Quickly, you brush them off of him and they squeal. His mouth is open as if screaming but no sound is made and he’s not staring at you, the spiders or the snakes. You follow his line of vision, jolting when you see a man and two women lying on the floor beside him.

They’re stone cold with blood on their lips, eyes wide as if not having enough time to close them, struck suddenly into the Grim Reaper's arms. They share similar features to Hoseok and you shiver upon the realization that they’re his family.

“Hoseok.” You call his name again but he’s deaf. You wipe off the tears trickling down his face with the pads of your thumb and you hold him in your arms, shielding him away from the corpses.

“It’s okay, it’s okay. It’s not real.” You lull him softly and finally he looks at you; really looks at you. His irises flickr, broken by the spell and his gaze shifts to bore into your eyes.

“Y/-Y/N?”

“It’s okay.” You whisper, repeating in a mantra as you continue to wipe away his tears and you manage a smile. “It’s okay.”

And just like that, the surroundings shatter like glass and light floods the darkness. “It’s okay.” You reassure him as you both are pulled back into reality, the hallucination severed.

As Hoseok trembles in your arms, being held in your warm arms, his brain is flooded with you and only one question about you.

“How?”

#bts fanfiction #bts fanfic #bts scenario #bts scenarios #bts ot7 fanfic #bts ot7 #bts ot7 scenario #bts ot7 angst #bts ot7 fluff #Next chapter is one of my favourites~ woo

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for that ask thing... do em all... all 170... do it 💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀

OK LET’S DO THIS

1: How tall or short do you wish you were? I wish I was like 5′6″ tbh i’m too tall2: What’s your dream pet? (Real or not) fucking dragon mate3: Do you have a favorite clothing style? I like kinda cute pastel shit but not really girly? does that even make sense?4: What was your favorite video game growing up? Nintendogs?5: What three things/people do you think of most each day: My gf, bees and flowers6: If you had a warning label, what would yours say? Approach with caution, cries easily and afraid of loud noises7: What is your opinion on Mo being unfaithful to Jimin? Unsurprising and relatable (ily)8: What is your Greek personality type? [Sanguine, Phlegmatic, Choleric, or Melancholic] IDK9: Are you ticklish? incredibly pls don’t touch me10: Are you allergic to anything? I’m lactose intolerant so… yeah11: What’s your sexuality? bi bi bi12: Do you prefer tea, coffee, or cocoa? tea i am a brit after all13: Are you a cat or dog person? B O T H14: Would you rather be a vampire, elf, or merperson? vampire fam that’d be so cool15: Do you have a favorite Youtuber? either Dan and Phil or Tomska, Dan and Phil are one in my head ok shut up16: How tall are you? 5′10″ :)))17: If you had to change your name, what would you change it to? Evie bc that was what i was going to be called and I would prefer it,,,,18: How much do you weigh? [Only ask this if you know the user doesn’t mind!] idk fam19: Do you believe in ghosts/spirits? kinda?20: Do you like space or the ocean more? S P A C E FAM THE STARS ARE JUST !!!!21: Are you religious? nah22: Pet peeves? When ppl walk really slowly in the middle of the fucking pavement23: Would you rather be nocturnal or diurnal [opposite of nocturnal]? nocturnal24: Favorite constellation? gemini obviously where my hoes at25: Favorite star? Kim Seokjin26: Do you like ball-jointed dolls? the fuck are they?27: Any phobias or fears? the dark n clowns28: Do you think global warming is real? yes???29: Do you believe in reincarnation? yeah i guess I do30: Favorite movie? Super 8! Pls watch it! support my kids!31: Do you get scared easily? yes like seriously easy32: How many pets have you own in your lifetime? 233: Blog rate? [You’ll rate the blog of the one who’s asking.] BEST BLOG EVER 10/10 WOULD LOVE UNCONDITIONALLY FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE AMEN34: What is a color that calms you? Pastel blue35: Where would you like to travel and/or live? Japan and Hawaii! 36: Where were you born? hospital in my home town37: What is your eye color? very blue38: Introvert or extrovert? introvert39: Do you believe in horoscopes and zodiacs? I think they’re interesting but the ones in magazines n shit are bullcrap40: Hugs or kisses? hugs pls41: Who is someone you would like to see/visit right now? my gf :(42: Who is someone you love deeply? ur mum43: Any piercings you want? more on my ears and maybe my nose44: Do you like tattoos and piercings? yes!!!!45: Do you smoke or have you eiver done so? i have yh46: Talk about your crush, if you have one! how to describe min yoongi,,,,47: What is a sound you really hate? metal being like dragged along something u know what i mean48: A sound you really love? kim seokjin when he gets lines :))))49: Can you do a backflip? no i’m not jungkook50: Can you do the splits? nearly lol51: Favorite actor and/or actress? I lov Andrew Garfield with all my heart 52: Favorite movie? u asked this already but I’ll chose another one soooooooo um Breakfast Club bc i am a white girl53: How are you feeling right now? sleepy54: What color would you like your hair to be right now? same colour it is now tbh55: When did you feel happiest? sleeping56: Something that calms you down? watching youtube videos specifically gaming ones idk why but it’s rlly calming57: Have any mental disorders? [Only ask this if you know the user doesn’t mind!] probably lmao58: What does your URL mean? i want. kim seokjin. to choke me. ok? are we clear? 59: What three words describe you the most? a fucking loser60: Do you believe in evolution? yeah61: What makes you unfollow a blog? posting rude/mean stuff or just if I don’t enjoy their content anymore, i don’t mean any harm or anything lol62: What makes you follow a blog? if it’s pretty/memes63: Favorite kind of person: nice people who’re funny and caring and actually give a shit about me and other ppl, not just themselves64: Favorite animal(s): meerkats, giraffes n bees65: Name three of your favorite blogs. @oh-no-its-mo @jinsasleep @taechy66: Favorite emoticon: i’m on my laptop!!!! the sparkly heart!67: Favorite meme: um idk? the in tarnation one is p funny atm tho68: What is your MBTI personality type? fuck i can’t remember the rarest one i know that for sure69: What is your star sign? Gemini, come fight me70: Can your dog roll over on command, if you have a dog? no jfc she wont even sit when i ask the hoe71: What outfit out of all your clothes do you like to wear the most? denim mini skirt thing, tights n some cute top 72: Post a selfie or two? no73: Do you have platform shoes? i am tall enough74: What is one random but interesting fact about yourself? I hate potatoes 75: Can you do a front flip? no jfc76: Do you like birds? yah77: Do you like to swim? I’m baically Rin tbh78: Is swimming or ice skating more fun to you? Swimming i have no balance 79: Something you wish didn’t exist: donald trump80: Some thing you wish did exist: free traveling 81: Piercings you have? 5 in ma ears82: Something you really enjoy doing: writing and dying83: Favorite person to talk to: my gf84: What was your first impression of Tumblr? yo it was awful i was superwholock bullshit asshat i still hate myself for it i’ve been here too long85: How many followers do you have? 983!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHY86: Can you run a mile within ten minutes? FUCKING HELL NO87: Do your socks always match? no88: Can you touch your toes and keep your legs straight completely? yes89: What are your birthstones? emerald 90: If you were an animal, which one would you be? dragon91: If a flower could aesthetically represent you, what kind would it be? oh fam a fuckin scabious they’re the shit92: A store you hate? superdrug93: How many cups of coffee can you drink in one day? i had 6 one day it was a mistake94: Would you rather be able to fly or read minds? flyyyyyyy95: Do you like to wear camo? yes sir96: Winter or summer? summer97: How long can you hold your breath for? i can swim a length of the pool underwater98: Least favorite person? donald trump99: Someone you look up to: is it cheesy to say namjoon?100: A store you love? the fat ass topshop on oxford street101: Favorite type of shoes? cute ballet flats102: Where do you live? LDN 103: Are you a vegetarian or vegan? If so, why? bacon104: What is your favorite mineral or gem? i just thought of that fucking goat meme bye105: Do you drink milk? no i would die106: Do you like bugs? some107: Do you like spiders? small ones108: Something you get paranoid about? e v e r y t h i n g109: Can you draw: a little tho i’m sure others would disagree110: Nosiest question you have ever been asked? idk fam i haven’t rlly been asked one111: A question you hate being asked? is ur hair naturally that colour112: Ever been bitten by a spider? no113: Do you like the sound of waves at the beach? yah114: Do you prefer cloudy or sunny days? sunny!115: Someone you’d like to kiss or cuddle right now: my gf jfc how many times have i answered with that 116: Favorite cloud type: penis shapes ones117: What color do you wish the sky was? pink118: Do you have freckles? yah 119: Favorite thing about a person: their laugh120: Fruits or vegetables? fruit121: Something you want to do right now: sleep tbh122: Is the ocean or sky prettier? sky123: Sweet or sour foods? sour? i dont rlly like sweet stuff much124: Bright or dim lights? in between aaaaaye125: Do you believe in a certain magical creature? unicorns i read a book when i was little that convinced me126: Something you hate about Tumblr: drama and ppl caring too much about shit that dont matter127: Something you love about Tumblr: making friends and seeing ppls amazing art!128: What do you think about the least? what a weird question um idk slugs?129: What would you want written on your tombstone? fucking finally130: Who would you like to punch in the face right now? Saitama? to see how much it would hurt131: What is something you love but also hate about yourself? my entire being132: Do you smile with your teeth showing for pictures? i dont smile at all if i can help it133: Computer or TV? computer134: Do you like roller coasters? sort of135: Do you get motion sickness or seasickness? motion yess not sure about sea136: Are your ears lobed or attached? attached137: Do you believe in karma? yes138: On a scale of 1-10, how attractive would you say you are? a strong -4139: What nicknames do you have/have had? El, Ellz, Petra, Sharpay, bitch, hoe, shut up ellen140: Did you have any pretend or imaginary friends? yeah141: Have you ever seen a therapist/shrink? nope142: Would you say you are a good or bad influence to others? Good most of the time143: Do you prefer giving or receiving gifts/help? giving!!!!!!144: What makes you angry? rude people145: How many languages do you speak fluently? two146: Do you prefer boys, girls, and/or non-binaries? anyone who’ll have me tbh147: Are you androgynous? no148: Favorite physical thing about yourself: my eyes?149: Favorite thing about your personality: i guess i’m kind idk150: Name three people you would like to talk to right now in person. my gf (again), Jess and Ellie151: If you could go back into time and live in one era, which would you choose? dinosaurs, i would make them my children152: Do you like BuzzFeed? their snapchat thing always makes me laugh153: How did you meet your spouse/girlfriend/boyfriend/partner? [If you have one.] through this god damn website thanks to pepekwan, romance at it’s finest kids154: Do you like to kiss others’ foreheads or hands for platonic reasons? yes155: Do you like to play with others’ hair? yes156: What embarrasses you? literally everything157: Something that makes you nervous/anxious: again, literally everything158: Biggest lie you have ever told: i’m straight 159: How many people are you following? too many160: How many posts do you have on your blog(s)? 46,715 JFC161: How many drafts do you have on your blog(s)? none162: How many likes do you have on your blog(s)? 1,758163: Last time you cried and why: i can’t actually remember 164: Do you have long or short hair? medium!!!!!!165: Longest your hair has ever been: nearly to my waist166: Why do you like, dislike, or have neutral feelings about religon? never really affected me tbh, people can believe what they want to beleive as long as they’re not hurting anyone/ pressuring anyone to believe in it too167: Do you really care how the universe and world was created? not really no168: Do you like to wear makeup? yeah u dont wanna see me without it169: Can you stand on your hands or head for more than thirty seconds? no?????170: Did you answer the questions you were asked truthfully? yes I have ur welcome Mo ily

i didnt check this so sorry if there are mistakes lol

#this was kinda fun ngl #ask #mo

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