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kookieswan · 8 months
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Ooo I don’t really have a specific request for headcanons/drabbles but maybe something fluffy involving NoW Yoongi? Like I wonder how he’s been doing. Has he been learning more about dating after the whole Jimin and Tae situation?
……. I have the perfect idea.
BAKING WITH NOW!YOONGI 🌸♥️
Chaos. Pure chaos but the fun kind.
You mention that you haven’t had cookies in a super long time and would love to make some from scratch since you always just buy the dough (and end up eating it).
“Cookies…? What is a cookie?”
Cue have to explain what a cookie is and what “from scratch” means. You essentially tell Yoon that baked goods are easier to make a specific way if you do them yourself. (Fluffy vs. Flat cookies is an example you use.)
He’d be very attentive, tentacles slowly slithering around you as he listens closely and looks at the pictures you pull up.
“It looks odd, almost like a rock. You are sure it is edible?”
Best believe you’ll be going to the store in the same day for all the ingredients because the wonder in his eyes was too much to handle. You need to make those cookies NOW.
“I have been waiting patiently. Is it cookie time now?”
It’s cookie time.
He’ll rummage through all the bags as you preheat the oven, being especially curious about the flour (it’s puffing out of the bag a little).
He’ll insist that he’ll be nothing but helpful as you get all the utensils ready.
He’s wrong, but it’s the thought that counts and you appreciate his help either way.
Tentacles would be everywhere; one trying to get something out of the fridge, two attempting measure out the flour, etc. it’s terrifying, hilarious, and endearing all at the same time.
“I have no need for human work, but I would be a very good chef. Your human knows nothing.” (Still a sore spot)
Yoongi would watch you take over, quietly contemplating to himself.
He may have peeked though the door once when Tae was over and saw Jimin do something that Tae liked, so…
A tentacle suddenly slaps your butt when you’re putting the round balls of dough onto the sheet, and the single ball might fly out of your hand as you turn to Yoongi with wide eyes.
Did the fish man just slap your ass?
Yes. Yes he did. And he looks very proud.
“I am showing affection. Do you like it?”
You don’t know wether to laugh or cry so you just say that it’s a very intimate gesture and Yoongi seems to understand.
He does it once more before the cookies finish.
It takes everything you have to keep him off the cookies after you pull them out of the oven. They’re very hot and you don’t want him to burn his mouth.
“I can handle it. I am very strong.”
Sure he is. You slap a tentacle with a wooden spoon more than once.
When you finally give him one…? Good luck keeping him away. He had a newfound love for chocolate chip cookies. The man will literally beg for them lmao.
“The human gets none. They are yours and mine only… A courting gift?”
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ace-angel-judas · 27 days
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Can we get the yoonstelle baby making in the au please
(When I saw the weird came out in this, the WEIRD came out, literally, out of Yoongi’s dick.)
Accustomising herself with this new species had been easier than Estelle had imagined it to be. That was possibly to the fact that she had an alien helper by her side, but regardless, it was a beautiful culture.
As it turned out, Yoongi was an umbra. They were the nocturnal race of this planet, there bodies covered in scales to help them camouflage into the snow that was year long.
They didn’t rely on technology, like most species advanced to. There was a sort of symbiotic relationship with the planet, the stones that lit the mostly dark planet came from the planet itself, like all things did.
It turned out that Yoongi was a high ranking member of the race, their hierarchy still sort of hard to navigate.
And the relationships?
Females were treasured and once a male laid claim to a female, that was the end of it. A lot of the women of the race were decorated in the different glowing stones that were made into jewellery.
Estelle had her own crown, that Yoongi had presented her with four days after there strange meeting. It was woven into her hair, the stone sitting in the middle of her forehead.
There was another snow storm today, as Estelle sat at the entrance of Yoongi’s cave. The race made their homes in the sides of mountains.
Yoongi had quickly learnt that she wasn’t accustomed to the cold like he was. So her body was wrapped with furs from whatever creatures roamed this planet.
Said male approached the cave, slapping down meat for the night. They were carnivores but then again, there was no shrugs or even trees here.
“Hello,” Estelle greeted with a small wave, her tongue twisting to speak the strange new language, “Welcome back,”
“Hello,” He hummed back, softly nudging the top of her head with his nose.
It was a form of greeting between men and women.
His cat like eyes reflected in the dark, off the glowing stones around them. Estelle stood up, letting Yoongi wrap himself around her body.
The species were cold blooded, no doubt due to the coldness around themselves.
Yoongi sniffed the air, inhaling and exhaling before he stopped for a moment. Estelle furrowed her brows, it wasn’t unusual for him to sniff her, the species had a strong sense of smell after all.
Estelle yelped when she was suddenly lifted up, basically sitting in Yoongi’s arms like a swing. He pressed his face to her clothed privates, inhaling.
“Y-Yoongi!” She gasped.
“You’re ripe,” He hissed lowly, eyes blinking slowly.
It was like a haze, those green eyes suddenly going glassy. Estelle was hauled to the furs and leathers of the bed, eyes wide.
Since there first encounter in that cave, there had only been soft touches. Yoongi was more curious than anything, exploring her body whenever they bathed.
Estelle was still curious about that tongue..
“Yoongi?” She whispered softly.
“We’ll make beautiful kits,” He drawled out in that strange language.
Her face went red at the statement.
Although, they were different species. Estelle’s brain whirred, there was an extremely low chance of her getting pregnant to him. Species had tried to cross breed before and it never worked.
Slowly, Estelle pulled the furs from her body and blushed as she laid there.
Yoongi was on her lips straight away, that strange tongue lapping into her mouth at a feverish pace. It was in moments that her body felt like it was on fire, need blooming in the pit of her stomach and wetness dripping from her pussy already.
Yep, definitely an aphrodisiac.
“Mine,” Yoongi hissed as he pulled away, before he softly licked the bite mark on her shoulder.
That simple lick had Estelle cumming, a loud cry leaving her lips as her hips bucked around nothing. Yoongi made a sound similar to laughing as he sat up, clothes already discarded.
Estelle had seen his dick before, they weren’t shy about their bodies here and the many times they’d shared a bath. It was thick, the same iridescent shimmer on his shaft and the strange ridges as well.
It seemed to be thicker at the base and almost pointed at the tip.
Already, his tip was tripping with a blue substance.
Estelle reached out, her finger gently scooping some of that substance up. Something about it made her mouth water, bring her finger to her lips and licking.
Weirdly, it tasted like citrus, like a tangerine almost.
That simple act had Yoongi snarling, fangs bared and glassy eyes filled with lust. Estelle moaned as the taste swirled in her mouth, fire igniting across her body.
Without a second thought, she spread her legs wide, pussy on full display for him.
Yoongi let saliva drip from his mouth, landing on her already soaked folds. Estelle squirmed, her cunt now pulsing and squeezing around nothing.
She’d never been so god damn horny in her life.
“You’re fresh..,” He hummed lowly as he watched her squirm, “But I won’t be gentle,”
His cock filled her within second but this new stretch felt amazing. Estelle was cumming again already, grasping the furs and moaning in ecstasy.
Yoongi started thrusting, fucking Estelle through her orgasm. She grasped his shoulders, echos of her moans bouncing off the cave walls.
“My women,” Yoongi grunted as he fucked her wet cunt, “My treasure..,”
His hands explored her breast, squishing the softly between his clawed fingers. Her nipples were pink, aching before he softly pinched one between his finger tips.
And another orgasm split through her body, Estelle wasn’t sure she ever stopped cumming.
Because the way his cock was fucking into her felt too good, there was no way any human could ever amount to what Yoongi had. The ridges of his cock seemed to hit all the right places.
“Will you take me?” Yoongi asked lowly.
“Y-yes!” Estelle didn’t need to think about it, “Yoongi!”
Another orgasm filled her body, making her shake as she laid against the furs. Yoongi rammed his cock as deep as it would go, Estelle’s legs spasming.
Yet she could feel his dick swelling.
“W-what’s happening-“
Another wave of pleasure made her cry out, feeling Yoongi’s dick swell in her pussy as well as his cum gushing in her.
She felt full, down there, Yoongi hissing lowly as he held her hips in place. Estelle was shaking as she looked down at where they were joined, eyes going wide.
Yoongi placed his hand on her lower abdomen, where her womb would be. Because it was swollen, filled no doubt with his cum.
How much did this guys produce?!
“Y-Yoongi..?” Estelle could hardly move, her body almost felt paralysed.
“We stay like this, until your full with my kits,” He cooed softly as he stroked her swollen abdomen, “Filled with me,”
Yoongi’s dick was still in her but it didn’t seem to want to dislodge or slip out.
Estelle simply laid back down, letting her eyes rolled close.
She’d take notes about this later.
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bangtann-bangdamn · 3 years
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Nocturne
<Yoongi x Reader>
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?
Word count: 1.1k
Warnings: None
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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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<Part 45 (x) Part 47>
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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.
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‘Come home. - Yoongs’
‘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. 
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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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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♛)
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Paw Prints On Your Heart (a little bit of everything)
Heat Wave (♛)
So It Goes (♛ ☁)
Catharsis. (♛)
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Stress Relief (♛)
Yours, Truly (ϟ for now I guess?)
Please Take Care Of Us (It has little bit of everything)
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Buzzed (♛)
Chrysalis (ϟ)
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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 (♛)
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Magicae Foresta (1)
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pairing: (forest)dragon!namjoon x (unpracticed)witch!reader
genre: magic/supernatural au, shifter au, fluff, angst, smut, soulmate au
chapter words: 1,740
chapter warnings: mentions of death
chapter rating: PG
STORY SUMMARY: The magical world your grandmother told you about had always been real to you. Once she passed away, you find yourself honoring her memory by searching for the one magical creature she could never find.
CHAPTER SUMMARY: The forest dwellers pay their respects to the Magic Mother as you start your journey.
ONE
Since before you could walk, your grandmother told you stories of mythical creatures and magical people. She told you of her encounters with fairies, nymphs, spirits, and many other fantastical creatures. Your grandmother had made it her mission to understand all creatures, even the ones who were rumored to be evil.
Even though your mother waved it off to your grandmother’s eccentric ways, you believed everything she told you. As you grew, you wanted to be just like Tata, becoming friends with the creatures of the woods. When you were brave enough to explore the trees behind your home, you would keep a sharp eye out for spheres of lights, quiet rustle of leaves, or movement out of the corner of your gaze. When you left home to figure out who you were as an adult, Tata gave you an old, large book and a few wise words.
“Dance beneath the stars as you drink in the night. Let the thunder overtake you as lightning fills the sky, feel the force of nature penetrate your skin, spin with the world as the magic sings in.” She gave you a gentle smile, cupping your cheek with a wrinkled hand. “Christy Ann Martine, one of my favorite poets of this time. She speaks the truth.”
With teary eyes, you hugged her frail body close, somehow knowing this would be the last time you would get to hold Tata in your arms. Your mother hugged you afterwards, and began to give you a list of motherly tips on living on your own and keeping yourself safe out in the world. As you listened, your grandmother watched from the rocking chair a few feet away, eyes shining with pride and love.
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Birds chirped as they flew over the large cabin surrounded by trees. The branches were filled with green leaves, filtering the morning sunlight to the ground. Namjoon stood on the covered porch, holding a mug of honey green tea in his large hands. His long legs crossed at the ankles, his head leaned against the wooden beam.
He shivered, the spring chill breaking through the sweatpants and plain t-shirt he was wearing. Sipping his tea, Namjoon used his enhanced eyesight and hearing to listen and watch between the trees. It was a routine he did every morning, gathering information from the animals and plants in the area, making sure his domain was safely hidden from intruders. Every now and then a human would wander through, most of the time they were harmless, just exploring the wilderness.
Once in a while, though, an intruder with a dark purpose would stumble into his woods. Namjoon would do his best to guide the unwelcome guests out of the woods without incident, but he wasn’t afraid to use violence to protect his territory. It had taken a long time to gain the trust of the fauna and flora that lived in this forest, but he was now the unspoken guardian of this large wooded area.
“Sir Dragon,” a tiny, high-pitched voice spoke from behind a tree. Namjoon straightened, sitting the mug upon the railing. The corner of his lips twitched with amusement as a small, winged boy appeared shyly from around the corner. His dark hair was messy under a beanie, jeans and green shirt freshly pressed for the morning. Namjoon’s lips pulled into a smile, showcasing the deep dimples in his cheeks.
“Good morning, Sir Flax Treeblossom.” Namjoon sat down on the wooden steps as the young fairy hovered closer to him. He noticed how the boy bit his lip and fiddled with the small twig in his hand, indicating there was something on his mind. “It’s good to see you. How’s your mother?”
“She’s good,” Flax started with a shrug, distracted. Namjoon raised an eyebrow. The fairy cleared his throat and caught Namjoon’s eyes. “She sent me to give you a message.”
“Oh? And what is the message, little one?”
“The Magic Mother’s spirit is with the Great One now.” The boy sighed, eyes sad. Namjoon took a deep breath and nodded, lips pressed together, as he felt the loss inside of him as well. “Mom said you would want to know.”
“Thank you for the information, Flax Treeblossom. Join your family and friends in celebrating the Magic Mother’s protection. We shall mourn her loss, but also honor her guardianship.”
“Will you join us, Sir Dragon?” 
“Ah, well…” Namjoon was caught off guard. He scratched the back of his neck, unable to look the fairy in the eyes. It was well known Namjoon was not a social creature. The boy looked up at him with wide, innocent eyes. “I will try to make an appearance.”
“Mom will be happy to hear that,” he grinned. Flax fluttered off the ground, gave a slight bow toward Namjoon, then disappeared back into the forest. The dragon watched from the steps of the porch until the fairy was gone, then stood and made his way back inside his cabin with his mug.
If the forest guardian witch had passed on, there would be another taking her place. Although Namjoon had never met the Magic Mother, he had heard many stories. She was kind and loyal, courageous and strong. He felt regret whispering in the back of his mind. He had made a point to never be around when the woman appeared near his cabin. She never forced him to reveal himself, though, which surprised him to this day. 
His shoulders started to itch, the wings of his inner dragon wanting to come out. Namjoon walked across the cabin and went out the back, the trees just feet away from the door. Stripping off his clothes, he closed his eyes and transformed into a huge forest green creature.
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I know he’s there, but he goes out of his way to stay hidden. It’s understandable how he is cautious, especially of a human, but it makes me wonder… is it part of his instincts, or are his experiences with humans negative? One day I will convince him I mean no harm.
You closed the journal, laying it in your lap as you took a deep breath of cool air. The fire in front of you crackled with energy. The stars above twinkled, mixing with the embers floating upward. Wrapped in a thick blanket, you sat on a log near your tent. Tata’s journal was all you had to go on, but you knew her stories were true. You felt the spark of power inside of you, although you had never actually seen it in action. You wondered if there was some magical teacher in the forest to help you explore your magic.
Maybe this old, elusive dragon will help you.
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It was a sunset celebration. Most of the creatures of the forest made an appearance, from small creatures to large creatures, forest animals, and even the solitary dragon. Namjoon flew overhead, watching until most of the visitors had gone, then glided down into the clearing. He stayed in the darkness of the setting sun as he changed back into a human.
He always carried a pack attached to his dragon’s leg that carried extra clothes, as they were not included in the transformation. It changed size when he transformed, proportionate to how large his body was at the moment. Namjoon quickly changed into faded jeans and a dark sweater, ran a hand through his hair, and stepped into the shadowed clearing.
An altar had been set up at the base of the largest tree at the edge, the spot covered in flowers and leaves. Some candles were placed on each side of the altar, the flame flickering gently. The forest dwellers had placed small gifts in the middle. Some bouquets of flowers, carved wooden animals, a handful of  glittering crystals, and a basket of berries were placed respectfully on the altar,
Namjoon slowly approached the altar as the diurnal creatures left and the nocturnal forest dwellers took their turn to pay their respects. A dryad and a nymph stared at him with wide eyes before turning away, embarrassed. Namjoon nodded politely to those he passed. He knew there were stories about him being passed around, but he never got the details.
He knelt before the candles and offerings, taking a deep breath. Raising a hand, he used the magic inside the forest and himself to manipulate the tree branches into a covering. Leaning forward, he blew a small breath toward the candles, allowing the flame to become brighter. They would last longer now.
Another creature knelt beside him. With a glance, Namjoon saw Hoseok, the hummingbird shifter who lead his group. Usually, the bird shifter was full of energy, always moving. This time, though, he was respectfully still as he murmured toward the altar. Reaching into his pocket, Hoseok pulled out a vial of sweet nectar. It was what kept the hummingbirds alive, which gave it significant meaning as an offer towards the magic mother’s spirit.
“I’m surprised, but happy to see you here, Namjoon.” Hoseok gave the dragon shifter a sad smile, then turned his eyes back to the altar. “You never met the Magic Mother?”
“No,” he sighed, standing. Hoseok did the same and stepped back as a family of porcupines shuffled by them. The shifters moved away from the altar toward the edge of the clearing, letting a group of squirrels, rabbits, and fireflies have their turn. “But she never forced me, which makes me regret waiting.”
“There will be another.” Hoseok watched as the alpha wolf shifter, Seokjin, appeared with his pack, waiting at the opposite edge of trees. All three nodded to each other politely. “Seokjin and Yoongi would like to gather as soon as possible.”
“It’s been a while since we’ve all gathered,” Namjoon stated quietly. It seemed like there was a never ending line of animals stopping at the altar, offering what was special to them, and saying a few words. “Yoongi is almost as reclusive as I am.”
“Well, he is a panther. Mysterious creatures, they are,” Hoseok replied with a smirk. Namjoon nodded in agreement. 
“Let me know when and where.”
“I’ll send Jungkook when we have that information.”
“Ah, the new King of Bees. How is he settling into his role?”
“You and I both know Queen Minji rules that hive. He’s just the top devotee.”
“But they are truly in love?”
“Yes, and it’s very obvious when they are together.”
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borathae · 4 years
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↳ Index [#04 Act Four: Resonance]
Warnings: none, a few feels
Wordcount: 6.6k
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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.
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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?
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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.
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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.
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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. 
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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.
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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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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.”
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go-armywriter · 5 years
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Don’t Fall Asleep
Living in a world where you and your soulmate have the same sleep schedules can turn some people nocturnal or it might not even affect some people. There are two different societies as far as the world is concerned, the night and the day. The two don’t really meet that often unless someone meets their soulmate, or someone is just very determined to live in their time zone, rather than living by their soulmate’s time zone. (Y/N) (L/N) happens to live in the U.S. and lives their life during the day, most of the time fighting to stay awake because their soulmate has the opposite sleep schedule as them. (Y/N) had a lot of practice living during the day, but some days it was harder for them to stay awake. Today happens to be one of those days.
“(Y/N), wake up!” (Y/N) heard. (Y/N) lifted their head and giving their best friend Alex one of their infamous glares. Alex raised his hands in surrender only to say, “What? You fell asleep in class again, and I was the only one brave enough to wake you up.” (Y/N) relaxed slightly hearing that, realizing what had happened. “It’s fine Alex, thanks for waking me up.” (Y/N) said as they packed up their school supplies and stood up. “Well, good thing school’s over for the day. You could go home and get some sleep if you want to.” Alex said with a smile. “Even though that sounds very tempting right now, I can’t. I have to work on projects for my other classes. Besides, nighttime is the time for sleeping, not the day.” (Y/N) answered. Alex looked at his friend, shaking his head, before saying, “You know you don’t have to keep with this schedule. You can still transfer to doing night classes so that you actually get sleep rather than going about like a zombie during the day.” (Y/N) shook their head and waved goodbye to Alex before turning down their street to head home. (Y/N) walked inside the house quietly and headed up to their room, being careful not to wake up their housemates. Once inside the room, (Y/N) pulled out the projects they were working on and got started. Before long, (Y/N) felt their eyelids feeling heavy, but they fought to keep them open. It worked for a few minutes, but soon (Y/N) felt themselves fall into a deep slumber. On the other side of the world, a young man sighed in relief as he too fell asleep at two in the morning, knowing he will only have a few hours of sleep before he had to wake up again for work.
(Y/N) woke up a few hours later, feeling a little more rested than before, but not much. (Y/N) cursed themselves for falling asleep during the day, and quickly went back to working on their projects. (Y/N) put on their headphones and turned on their favorite band, BTS, in order to stay awake. The next day, (Y/N) met up with Alex and noticed that he was acting very strange. “Okay, what’s going on Alex? You are acting weirder than normal.” (Y/N) said. “Okay, calm down. I happen to have gotten a couple of tickets to BTS’s next concert.” Alex answered. “One of those is for me, right.” (Y/N) said, looking at their best friend. “Of course! Why would I not get a ticket for my best friend?” Alex exclaimed. (Y/N) laughed and the two walked into their first class of the day.
A month had passed since Alex told (Y/N) about the tickets, and finally, it was the day of the concert. (Y/N) was in an especially good mood that day because for the past week they and their soulmate seemed to have the same sleeping schedule, so (Y/N) was able to get a full night’s sleep, something that does not happen very often. “You know (N/N), you seem to get a full night’s sleep every time BTS is in the states,” Alex commented that morning. “That’s just a coincidence Alex.” (Y/N) said. “Do you really believe that (Y/N)? I mean it makes sense. When they’re in Korea they have the opposite sleep schedule as us, and whenever they’re in the states they have the same. You only sleep a few hours almost every night, except for whenever BTS is in the states. So, it seems to make sense that one of them could be your soulmate.” Alex countered. “Well, then who do you presume my soulmate is since you seem to have it all figured out.” (Y/N) responded, still not believing their friend. “I’m thinking Yoongi. He seems to be tired most of the time, so you two have that in common.” Alex said smiling.
(Y/N) blushed at just the mere possibility of their bias being their soulmate. “I’m not that lucky.” (Y/N) finally responded. “You discredit yourself too much (Y/N). Just watch, tonight you might just very well be proved wrong.” Alex answered. (Y/N) shook their head as the two friends left their hotel room and headed to the location of the concert. During the entire concert, (Y/N) couldn’t take their eyes off of Yoongi, noting that he seemed to not be as tired as he seemed to be most of the time. (Y/N) felt hope blossom in their chest before they quickly shook it away, not wanting to be crushed when they find out it’s not true. After the concert, (Y/N) and Alex headed to an ice cream parlor not too far from the stadium. The two got their ice cream and sat at one of the tables near the back of the parlor, eating in silence when the door opened, ringing the bell attached to it. (Y/N) looked up from their ice cream and saw Yoongi and Jin walk into the parlor. (Y/N) quickly looked down, causing Alex to look at his friend before he looked behind him to see what had made (Y/N) act like that. Alex watched as Yoongi and Jin got their ice cream and started to walk in their direction. Alex turned around and chose not to say anything, seeing as (Y/N) didn’t notice the two men walking toward them.
(Y/N) just finished their ice cream, and stood up to throw away their trash, when they ran into someone. Upon the collision, (Y/N) felt a warmth spread throughout their body, and judging from the intake of breath from the person in front of them, they felt it as well. (Y/N) quickly stepped back and looked at who they had run into, freezing once they saw that it was Yoongi. Yoongi looked at the person who had run into them, before he said, “So you’re the one who likes to stay awake when I should be sleeping.” (Y/N) blushed and didn’t say anything, when Alex stepped in. “You’re right about that. (Y/N) is stubborn, so they decided they wanted to torture themselves instead of just giving in.” he said, sending a smirk (Y/N)’s way. Yoongi chuckled before taking a couple of steps to where he was standing directly in front of (Y/N). “Well, soon there might not be a need for us to have different sleeping schedules.” He said quietly looking at his blushing soulmate before pulling them into a hug.
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kookieswan · 11 months
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35, 8, 10, and 12 character asks for mr. mer yoongi in honor of Mermay?
Ahhh, our cute little sea creature man 🥰
8. What’s a smell that makes him feel at home?
The smell of MCs perfume and a mix of skin care products. He’s gotten so used to just smelling her all the time, little sniffs here and there whenever he’s around her. He thought her scent to be peculiar at first like most humans. It has grown to enjoy it.
“My mate always smells good, nothing compares to her.”
10. What’s his favorite thing in the world?
If we’re talking physical objects, a certain comb he now possess counts yeah? 🤭
“It was our first counting gift. Because of this, it is considered sacred.”
12. What’s his safe place? And what does safe mean to him?
He has different safe places I think. He feels very safe in MCs house a majority of the time because that’s his mate and she actively tries to keep harm from him. He considers the pool a safe place because he can be alone in his own thoughts. The sea itself can be a safe place, specific locations he’s found to hide away. A safe place for him is anywhere he can let his guard down and just breath.
“Nowhere is truly safe… But I do enjoy my solitude most of the time. Of course, Treasure is always welcome to enjoy my solitude as well.”
35. What’s something he’s ashamed of but others find super cute?
He’s a curious creature, but he doesn’t really like to show off his ignorance when it comes to human nature. MC finds it endearing that he asks so many questions, and will always humor him by answering to the best of her ability. He’s okay with asking because he trusts her; he wouldn’t let his guard down the same way with some random ass human (he’d probably eat them instead teehee).
“What is this machine? Why do you need something to cut up fruit? Will a knife not suffice…….? What is a smoothie?”
Ask my characters anything! 🌸
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yoonia · 5 years
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WIP Game
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⇢ Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Send me an ask with the title that most intrigues you, or interests you and I’ll post a little snippet of it or tell you something about it!
⇢ I was tagged by @jeonjagiya. To say that I’m nervous about doing this might seem like an understatement lol I have tons of WIPs waiting in my draft for me to touch and open it. Some of the titles may sound familiar for I have talked about it or briefly mentioned them in the past, while I don’t talk about the others as much for so many reasons.
Anyway, behold, my long list of WIPs: (titles in quotes are subject to change)
Multi-Chapter Stories (BTS):
Carousel
About Time
Nocturne
Blood Moon Rising
28 Days
In Motion
Flux Series (BTS):
Flux: Ripples
Blindsided
Petals Series (BTS/Yoongi):
“producer dumpling”
“Thank you, Baby Min”
“Movie Night”
“Uncle Kookie’s secret”
“Daddy of the year”
Red Series (BTS):
“The secret addition”
“Promiscuous dinner”
Red Dress
Ghostown Series (BTS):
Dreamers
Champagne and Scented Candles
Triggers
Lost Trails
River
Pace is The Trick
Standalone, Spin-offs, Epilogues (BTS):
Tidal Waves (epilogue: Intertwine)
“Dark Demons” (epilogue: Bad For You)
“On Top” (spin-off: Bad For You)
“Tempus” (standalone; hypothetically a continuation of Fever aka Werewolf!Taehyung)
“So Good” (Standalone)
Other WIPs (Multi-fandom):
Chance Encounter (Christian Yu; multi-chapter)
“Virgin Mary” (Dean; standalone)
“The Distance” (Song Mino; still undefined)
“Sketch on the Streets” (Song Mino; still undefined)
Original Fictions:
Honey Skies
Street Spirit (was originally planned as a Yoongi x OC series)
“Paper Flowers”
This was also a complete mess /awkward laughs/ I’m not sure if I will get around on actually writing all of this down. I feel like a lot of these will never see the light of day or forever be locked inside my head as raw, unfinished ideas.
⇢ Tagging: @fireheart-namjoon @tendershepherd @jeonggukingdom @httpjeon @floralseokjin @kittae @bread-jinie @johobi @joonbird @kpopfanfictrash @underthejoon @baebae-goodnight @seokeros and anyone else who wants to join in to share theirs (tag me/let me know if you’re doing this because of me!). As always, no pressure!! 
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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
http://rofics.tumblr.com/post/171003862922/come-together-pt-1-bts-mafia-au-mixed-with-hybrid
http://rofics.tumblr.com/post/171082100892/come-together-pt-3-bts-gang-au-x-hybrid-reader
*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!
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emerald-equ1nox · 6 years
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Décalcomanie || 5
Summary: He needed a job done and the only people who could do it hated each other. Well as they say, you have to crack a few eggs to make an omelet.
Series Trigger Warnings: violence, cursing, drinking, smut in later chapters
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The two hurried down the hall and into the apartment. Yoongi shoves the bag and his cup into (Y/N)’s arms before beginning to look around the apartment. “What are you doing?” (Y/N) inquired. “You aren’t armed!”
“I’d rather I get shot than you,” he said. (Y/N) wasn’t sure if he was just saying that in case there were people there or not. She decided that it was safer not to know. She rushed to the kitchen counter and sat everything in her arms down. “Living room’s clear!”
“So is the kitchen!” (Y/N) remembered the gun taped to the bottom on the coffee table and perked up. “Feel under the coffee table!”
“What?”
“Just do it!” She heard a surprised hmm a couple of seconds later.
“A revolver, nice choice!”
“Thanks!” (Y/N) went out into the living room and began to trail after Yoongi. They checked all of the rooms to find nothing and no one there until they got to the en suite.
“What the hell?” Yoongi whispered at the sight before them. The mirror had been written on in what seemed to be red lipstick.
“That better not be my lipstick!”
“We have more important matters than your lipstick.” The writing chilled the two to the core. I know who you really are, was scrawled in slanted handwriting.
“Fuck,” (Y/N) cursed. She grabbed her phone out of her pocket. “My dad needs to know.”
“No he doesn’t. We can handle this.”
“And if we can’t?”
“Then that’s when we call for backup. We’ll be fine.” (Y/N) began to ring her hands.
“I’m scared. For the first time in a long time I’m scared.” Yoongi sighed and slung his arm around her shoulders, pulling her into his side.
“We’ll be okay (Y/L/N).”
The writing stayed there for awhile. Pictures were taken and sent to people that they both trusted to keep this quiet. (Y/N) sent it to Jin, their weapons specialist and the closest thing to a brother that she had, while Yoongi sent it to Namjoon, their leader and his best friend. The two began to take turns playing watchman while the other slept. Yoongi tended to take the night shift, sleeping in the day until he woke for food and to start his lookout. It was the reverse for (Y/N), she slept at night and watched out in the day. Yoongi became near nocturnal, his eyes hurt by almost any amount of sunlight. It came almost naturally to him as he used to spend all night up, doing who knows what with the rest of the guys.
When (Y/N) finally took a makeup wipe to the mirror it had been a week since it had first appeared. “Are we going back to the club soon?” she asked Yoongi as he shuffled in to brush his teeth.
“Yeah,” Yoongi muttered. He found his gaze staying focused on the side of (Y/N)’s face, something it hadn’t done in awhile. “When do you wanna go?”
“I don’t know.” Yoongi frowned.
“Hey, what’s up?”
“Should we be doing this Yoongi?” Yoongi was taken aback by her using his first name. He snapped out of it though, he had to answer (Y/N)’s question.
“What do you mean?”
“Should we be risking our lives just to infiltrate some random gang?”
“Since when do you doubt yourself? You’re the boss’ daughter. The woman that every female in the crime world wants to be and every guy wants to be with. You’re talented, beautiful, good at what you do. Why should you be doubting yourself?”
“Because of this.” She waves her hands at the mirror. “Someone knows and it’s gotta be one of them. They’ll try to out us and we can’t risk that.” Yoongi sighed and turned (Y/N) to face him.
“Listen to me, we’re going to be fine. It may not seem like it but as long as we work together and convince them that we’re doing this of our own accord then we’ll be fine. Besides, it could’ve been one of the kids trying to fuck with us.”
“And if it wasn’t?”
“Then we’ll take care of it.” (Y/N) nodded and turned back to the mirror.
“I wanna get a new dress before we go back tomorrow night.”
“There’s the (Y/N) I know and loathe.” (Y/N) scoffed and scrubbed at the lipstick.
“Why is this so hard to get off?!”
The next day found the two at the mall. Yoongi watched as (Y/N) looked through the dresses and tried a couple on. “What d’you think about this one?” (Y/N) asked as she stepped out of the dressing room. Yoongi looked up from his phone to see her standing barefoot in a wine colored velvet shift dress. “I don’t know how I feel about it.”
“I like it,” Yoongi said as he stood. He moved his finger in a circle and (Y/N) twirled. “I really like it.”
“Wow, perv.” Yoongi winked jokingly and shooed her back into the dressing room.
“Go get changed, we’re buying that one.” An arm was slung around Yoongi’s shoulders and he tensed.
“Wow hyung,” a familiar voice said, “I never thought I’d live to see you guys getting along.” Yoongi looked to his right to see Jungkook smiling at him.
“What are you doing here kid?” Yoongi asked, frowning at his friend.
“Same as you, shopping.”
“For a dress?” (Y/N) said as she walked over to them. “I’m surprised Kook, never saw you as the femme presenting type.”
“Very funny Noona,” Jungkook said.
“I know I am.” (Y/N) grabbed onto Yoongi’s hand. “Listen Kook it’s great to see you and all, but we need to get going.” She pulled Yoongi behind her to the register.
“What was that about?” Yoongi asked.
“Nothing you need to know,” (Y/N) muttered as she put the dress on the counter. She made polite small talk with the cashier and thanked them as Yoongi frowned at her back. “C’mon Babe.” Yoongi’s eyes widened at the term of endearment before he followed her out, grabbing her hand as they walked towards the mall exit. The two made their way to the black BMW. “Have I ever told you how beautiful this thing is?” She runs a hand over the matte black exterior with a wistful sigh.
“She’s a beauty isn’t she?” Yoongi opens his door and climbs in, (Y/N) following suit. The two are silent during the drive to the apartment. Once inside, (Y/N) began rifling through Yoongi’s side of the closet. “What are you doing?”
“Looking for a shirt for you.” She pulled out a black button up and hummed in approval. “Wear that.” She held the shirt out to him and then turned to the dresser. She pulled a pair of black jeans out and shoved those into Yoongi’s chest. “And those.” She went through the small amount of jewelry that Yoongi had splayed out on top of the dresser. “That ring.” She slid a ring with a blue stone across the dresser top. “That chain.” She then slid a gold chain across the dresser as well. “And your watch too.”
“Don’t you think that’s a bit much for a club?”
“Not the kind of club we’re going to. You have to show that you’re wealthy there to be accepted by the snobs in that place. Trust me, that’s how a lot of these places are. We were lucky last time, we won’t be this time. Now, do you have any earrings besides those hoops?”
Hours of idle chit chat and silence filled only by the sound of the t.v. passed until the two began to get ready. (Y/N) stepped out of the bathroom, dress and makeup on, as she put in a pair of opalescent teardrop earrings in. Yoongi is sitting on the edge of the bed, tying his shoes and simultaneously batting his chain out of his eye sight. “Fucking thing,” he curses as he straightens up. He looks over at (Y/N), studying her as he leans back on his hands. He had to admit, she painted a portrait of absolute sin as she padded to the closet to grab her shoes. With a huff, Yoongi stood and grabbed his ring off of the bedside table. He slid it on and walked into the bathroom. He began to run his hands through his hair, trying to acquire the perfect messy but not too messy look.
“Oh come here,” (Y/N) said. Yoongi walked over to her. He still had a good couple of inches on her, causing him to smirk slightly. With a deep breath, (Y/N) reached up and put her arms around his neck. “I can’t believe I’m doing this willingly.” After a few seconds of postponement, she pulled Yoongi down to meet her lips. Her hands began to play with the hair at the nape of his neck and the soothing action caused Yoongi to relax into the kiss. His hands went to hold onto her hips and he pulled her flush against him, causing a gasp to be let out of (Y/N)’s mouth. Yoongi slipped his tongue into her mouth, teeth clicking and tongue licking at whatever parts of her mouth he could get to. He registered the taste of what he deemed to be original flavored chapstick as (Y/N)’s hands roamed through his hair. Almost as soon as it started, the kiss ended. “There,” (Y/N) said, slightly out of breath. “Now your hair looks okay.” She stepped back and hummed. “Good thing I decided on a lip stain today.”
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With a heavy sigh, Yoongi pushed through the crowd in the club. He pushed the door to the bathroom open and leaned against it. He was drained. They hadn’t even been here for that long and he wanted to go back to the apartment and curl up on the couch with a beer while the t.v. drones on in the background. It was noisy and crowded and those stupid people weren’t even here. (Y/N) insisted on staying though, stating that she had paid the cover charge and bought a new dress so she was getting the most out of the night.
Yoongi had to admit, he was finding it increasingly hard to say no to her. It probably had something to do with the kiss. Yeah, that’s it the kiss. Or the way she was dancing, her dress swishing with the rolls of her hips. Definitely one of those things, not the king sized crush he had had on her since he watched her shoot some thug who was harassing him years ago. It definitely had nothing to do with that. Nothing at all. Okay, maybe the crush had something to do with it. With a sigh, Yoongi headed to the sink and splashed a bit of water on his face in order to cool the flush on his cheeks. He made his way out of the bathroom to see (Y/N) making her way towards him excitedly. “They’re playing Jessi!” she exclaimed, tugging him after her.
Yoongi watched as she rapped along to the song perfectly, a group of girls ingratiating her into them. He nodded along to the song, laughing as (Y/N) singled him out at the line, “The oppas call me noona.” He pointed at himself and she winked. The alcohol running through her veins was definitely doing something to her, and Yoongi kind of liked it. He watched as she laughed with the girls, suddenly very outgoing and friendly.
“Some girl you’ve got there,” a voice said from his right. He looked over to see the guy who had followed them the first night. “I guess it’s safe to assume that you two have decided.”
“Yeah. She was a bit shaken up and I was pissed as hell at your little friend. It took awhile.” Yoongi turned back to watch (Y/N). She looked over at him and pointed not so discreetly. The other girls looked and squealed, a couple fanning themselves dramatically. Yoongi rolled his eyes and crooked a finger at (Y/N) who pouted overdramatically. She bid farewell to the other girls and made her way over.
“I was having fun,” she whined.
“You can have fun later,” he said. “They’re waiting for our answer.” The pout on her face lightened slightly. “C’mon babygirl, smile for me.” (Y/N) giggles lightly, a small smile lighting up her face. “There it is.” He pressed a kiss to her forehead and grabbed her hand. He turned back to the man beside him. “Lead the way.” They made their way to a back corner booth. It was packed full by the gang and a couple girls who seemed to be their arm candy for the night.
“Hey hyung,” the man said, “they’ve decided.” Shownu, a.k.a. The Man That Danced With (Y/N), looked over at them.
“So,” he said as he stood up, “what’s the verdict.”
“We’ll do it,” Yoongi said briskly, “but if she gets hurt we’re out.”
“Yoongi,” (Y/N) said.
“No, I don’t want a repeat of what happened last week.”
“Fair enough,” Shownu said. “Let me introduce you to everyone.”
~•~
I was going to wait until the end of the month to post this but it’s been sitting in GoogleDocs for so long it’s ridiculous. Chapters will be longer after chapter nine since I’ve already written up to that point. After that, hopefully everything will start moving faster. Thanks to everyone who’s been reading so far as this probably isn’t my best work but I honestly really love this fic and I hope you do too. Love you guys!!!
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softjikookie · 7 years
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random facts about me
I decided to make a post of random facts about myself so my petals know more about the person who's writing fanfiction.
Cerys isn't my real name, though I wish it was.
I want to learn how to do graphic design.
I'm 5'6" tall or which is 170.6 cm. My dream pet right now is a cat.
I love cats and dogs, never ask me to chose between them.
I joined the world of kpop April 27th, 2017. That's the day I discovered BTS.
I like to call my followers petals.
My blog was created April 30th, 2017.
My clothing style is casual, comfy, and edgy with a pinch of chic.
I'm a gamer at heart. I grew up playing video games.
I used to be a huge One Direction, Little Mix, 5 Secomds of Summer, and Ariana Grande fan.
Three people I think about everyday are; my mom, my best friend, and idols.
Three things I think about everyday are; video games, what the f am I doing with my life?, and sleep.
If I had a warning label, mine would say...I had to ask my best friend and she said ‘don't disrespect bts’ and yup I agree. Better yet, don't disrespect any kpop group.
My MBTI personality is INFP or a mediator.My birthday is September 5th and I'm a Virgo.
My Greek personality type is Melancholic.
I'm not that ticklish.
Hot dogs make me gag.
I'm allergic to assholes. Very allergic.
I'm bisexual...I think.
I prefer coffee over tea and cocoa, just because I haven't had much of the other two.
Although I'm not clinically diagnosed, I know I suffer from depression and anxiety.
If I had to chose between being a vampire, elf, or mermaid...I'd chose to either be a vampire or a mermaid. I've never been a fan of elves.
My favorite Youtubers are CoryxKenshin, Jacksepticeye, Markiplier, and a bunch of others.
I weight, as of last month, 244lbs or 110.6 kgs. I used to weight 280lbs last year.
I do believe in ghosts and spirits. I've seen them, one has broken my camera, I've had way too many encounters with them.
Space and the ocean scare the crap out of me if I think too much about it.
I am a religious person.
My pet peeves are people who judge people without actually knowing them. Granted we all judge people but if you can, don't listen to rumors and lies unless you actually hear it from them or know them personally.
I'm a nocturnal person. I can literally stay up all night and sleep all day, but my life doesn't allow me to do that.
My phobias and fears are never falling in love at least once and being in a relationship, clowns, bugs (depends), needles, and public speaking.
My favorite movies are; The Lion King, Les Misérables, and Avatar...the blue ones.
The internet is a huge part of my life, though my family and best friend say that's a bad thing.
In my lifetime so far, I've only owned 28 pets, including the ones I have now.
I would love to travel to Japan, South Korea, New York, England, Australia, Hawaii, Italy, and Paris.
I was born in Chula Vista, California / San Diego, California.
My eye color is brown or hazel sometimes with a mix of green. When I was born, my eyes were a lilac color.
I'm an introvert but I become an extrovert once I get to know someone or if I feel comfortable in an environment to be myself.
I prefer hugs over kisses mainly because I've never kissed someone before. Although I haven't had many hugs either.
I like tattoos and some piercings. I want to get my first tattoo on my birthday next year.
I have smoked once when I was 10 and I hated it.
I have drinken alcohol and turns out I'm a very light drinker and I become mean??
A sound a really hate is someone spitting up and spitting it on the ground. You know those people.
I can't do a back or front flip but I can do the splits.
A color I would like my hair to be right now is a light pink, but my hair isn't healthy enough for it.
The moment I felt the happiest was when I discovered BTS and K-Pop in general because I felt like I found somewhere I belong. Even if that does sound lame to you, it's true. When I was part of the fandoms of the groups and artists I used to really love, I never felt like I was really welcomed.
Three words that describe me the morse are shy, sensitive, and thoughtful.
My favorite kind of person is a non judgemental one. A person who treat people equally. A person who will stand up for other people if given the opportunity to.
I eat yogurt and ice cream with a fork.
I've been attacked by a duck before and have had a fear of birds since.
I prefer ice skating over swimming since I can't swim. But I've only been ice skating once.
I've been writing fanfiction since 2012 and I feel like my writing is starting to improve.
Since 4th grade, I've had a high school to college reading level.
Things I really enjoy doing are learning kpop dances, listening to music, playing video games, watching Youtube videos, drawing occasionally, writing, and learning more about technology.
The first dance I learned by a kpop group was BOOMBAYAH by BLACKPINK. The second one I learned was Dope by BTS.
I live in California, USA.
Someone I look up to is Min Yoongi and zi could go on forever about why I do, but I might make another post for that.
I like the sound of the waves at the beach but I hate going to the beach because so feel insecure.
I have freckles, I got them from my father.
I am half black (mom) and half white (dad).
I prefer both cloudy and sunny days. It really just depends on my mood.
I do get scared easily and I have late reactions so people like to scare me when they find that out.
My favorite things about a person is their personality. Looks aren't always everything.
I prefer fruits over vegetables but I love both.
Something I want to do right now is cuddle someone because apparently that's the best thing ever? I've never cuddled before haha.
I prefer sweet foods over sour foods because sour food isn't sour to me. I can eat an entire lemon and lime together (without the skin) at the same time and it won't taste sour.
Something I both love and hate about myself are my looks.
I can only speak English but I want to learn Korean, Chinese, Japanese, and Thai.
I struggle with self-hatred.
The only person that knows about my personal struggles is my best friend now you who's reading this.
This isn't a fact but I just to say thank you for taking the time to read this. I love you and I hope you have an amazing day or night and stay true to yourself because that's all that matters.
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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."
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