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bts-0t-7 · 6 months

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Moonlight Sanctuary | OT7

Pair: Werewolf OT7 x F Reader

Summary: In a chase, you find a cottage in the midst of the woods. Barging in, you found seven men at your aid and you never expected things to turn out the way it did. But you were forever grateful for how it did.

Genre: Fluff, werewolf au, human reader

Chapter Warnings: Violence, abuse

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WC: 2297

The moon hung low in the night sky as you ran in the opposite direction of your house. Well, your brother’s house. You had never considered it a home the moment things took a drastic turn after your parent’s death. A home is a place where one feels safe and secure but this is… this was no home.

You had no sense of direction as you blasted through thick foliage and wet mud. The sky was dark and thunder boomed when you left but now it was pouring. Drenched from head to toe, you felt your anxiety rise as the sky darkened and your lungs collapsed. You paused at the foot of a tree, bending down to catch your breath. You had no idea where you were going. All you knew was that you needed to run.

Run. Run. Run or they will catch you again.

The air was still with your heavy breathing and loud splatters of rain when you heard rustling sounds. Suddenly blinded by the onslaught of light, you made out the rough shape of your bulky brother. Fearing for your life, you quickly stumbled up and ran again. You didn’t dare look back but you dared to look up.

The moon was shining bright tonight, despite the darkness that was chasing you. It casted an ethereal glow over the dense forest and if you tilted your head just right, you could see little rainbows in the making. You ran through the trees, heart pounding against your chest. You didn’t know how far or how close you were to your brother and his gang. At the same time, you didn’t know where the fuck you were. You could just imagine being eaten up by some sort of nocturnal animal in here.

“BITCH! Come back here! Who said you could run away, huh?”

You tried to pump your legs harder - to give you more strength. But you found yourself short of any sort of energy. You didn’t have dinner and it was during your break did you sneak past the back door and run away from them, hastily slipping on your clothes for some decency. You carried nothing with you - just you, underwear, and clothes - which is essentially whatever you were wearing.

“Ey! I swear you’re going to get it from me when we catch you! FUCK, you’re done!”

The sound of your own harsh breathing drowned out the haunting echoes of your abusive brother’s threats. For years, you endured his cruelty, but tonight - tonight you had enough. He sold your body. Sold your body to his friends. You had sobbed and begged with every last shred of dignity you had but they never listened. You didn’t know where you were going but you knew you couldn’t stay there any longer.

You stumbled through the woods on clumsy feet, the darkness of the foliage seemed to close in around you. You tried to keep your anxiety at bay, knowing it would do you more harm than good if you started to panic. Branches clawed at the exposed skin of your feet, the ground beneath the flimsy slippers you hastily wore was uneven and treacherous the deeper you went. Fear gnawed at your insides and despair threatened to overtake you. Breathing harshly, you tried to keep yourself calm.

Just as you thought that all hope was lost and you would have to be running forever or be caught, your attention focused on the soft glow of light emitting from a cottage house. Without thinking, you ran towards it and pulled against the handle, trying every one until you found an open door and slammed it shut behind you.

Sliding onto the floor, you placed your head between your legs, breathing through your mouth. You were tired and bruised. You heard before you saw someone stand in front of you, shadow covering half of your hunched over body. Your breath caught as you slowly took in the sight before you. You were the centre of their attention, their eyes reflecting the silver light of the moon. You were sure you weren’t breathing. THese were the folklore of your little village - stories passed down by the elders from generation to generation.

Werewolves.

Nobody believed that there were such mystical beings living amongst you. But you were certain that they were exactly what you believed. These seven men that surrounded you brought around them an aura of power and grace.

You could easily tell by the tall and commanding figure to your left that that was the leader of the pack. He stepped forward, gait slow and steady, approaching you as if you were a scared prey. But you were quite the opposite. As you looked at each of them, they surveyed you quietly. Looking at each of them in their eyes, you felt a connection deep in your blood - a spark of recognition of what belongs.

“Are you in danger?” he asked, voice low and soothing.

You nodded, voice trembling as you replied, “My - my brother, he and his friends, they - they -”

The door was suddenly banged open as you stumbled into the man’s hold. You felt a sense of protection and comfort you had never known when you were with them. They surrounded you again, this time, as a protection barrier between you and your brother.

You curled deeper into yourself.

Without hesitation, a man grabbed your cheeks and forced you to look at his smiling eyes. “Hey! My name is Jimin! What’s yours?”

“Y/N, come here now.” Your brother commanded. Shivering in your spot against Jimin’s body, you shook your head and rejected him. You didn’t want to.

“Come here now or you will regret it.” You shook your head. You didn’t want to go back to the life you once had. If it was considered life.

“Come here and I won’t kill these ‘men’. They are vicious monsters, you know that.”

Your head turned when you heard your name being called. “You are safe here. We won’t let anyone hurt you now.” You nodded and turned away from your brother, clinging onto Jimin’s shirt tightly.

“It’s funny how you claim to care for your sister when you sold her off. It is funny how you think you would be able to hurt us.” The man with cat-like eyes formed into slits. He certainly looked more like a cat than a wolf.

“HAH!” Your brother laughed maniacally. “You are a bunch of monsters. Werewolves? Ridiculous! You are not wolves nor are you humans. Monsters is an appropriate word to use for paws.”

“Shall we let her choose then?” The man with a fluffy head of hair said.

The silence that followed was deafening. The tension in the air was at its peak and both sides were ready for an attack.

“Come now, Y/N. Let’s go home, I’ll get you some ice cream if you cooperate now.” Your brother held his hand out, palm facing up - placating. He didn’t want to lose his face in front of his friends and males who didn’t even know you.

But you refused. Your head went to Jimin’s neck as you stood up, trying to hook a leg onto his waist.

Keyword: trying.

You were just too short for him.

The man with fluffy hair chuckled lowly at your attempts. Quickly hooking a hand under your thighs, he lifted you up onto Jimin’s hip. As he left, going back to his spot, your hand shot out to hold him in place, accidentally pulling against his hair instead. Your hand quickly retracted and your head shot up.

“I -”

He was quick to soothe you, one hand patting your thigh in a soothing rhythm while the other went to your untamed hair, softly stroking the back of your head.

“Hey, hey. It’s okay, okay? You can do whatever you want with me.” You hesitantly pulled against the sleeve of his shirt.

“Stay? Please?”

He nodded. “Of course, darling. I wouldn’t dare go anywhere.”

The rest of the males reformed themselves to ensure that the three of you in the centre were protected.

“I think it is clear what her choice is. Now leave.” The pack leader commanded, voice strong with power. You saw your brother’s friend pull him along.

“Fine! Die with these mutts around you, whore!”

The cat-wolf lunged for your brother when the pack leader pulled him back.

The males remained in the formation only when they were certain your brother was far enough and they couldn’t smell him from the distance anymore. Only then did they relax their posture, slowly turning towards you with worried eyes. You were no longer shaking in Jimin and the fluffy hair’s hold but your scent was still sour with fear.

They cautiously moved up the stairs to the living room where they sat down at the sofa. You turned your head to look at them. All seven males were foreign to you - as foreign as the way they made you feel safe and protected.

“Should we… say names?” The man with a whole sleeve of tattoos asked, eyes big and filled with curiosity - just like a bunny’s, you thought.

“I’m Namjoon.” The pack leader started.

“Yoongi.” You finally had a name for the cat-wolf.

“Taehyung.” The fluffy head of hair appeared into your view again. “But I give you special permission to call me TaeTae!”

You nodded.

“I’m Seokjin but just Jin is okay, yeah?”

“Me! Me!” The bunny man hopped up. “I’m Jungkookie!”

“You can call me Hobi!”

Oh that man was filled with sunshine, you could clearly see.

“And I’m Jimin but you already know that, little one.”

You nodded.

“Would you like to ask us anything?”

You shook your head then nodded again, pointing to Yoongi. “Cat-wolf. Cat. Meow-Meow.”

Jungkook burst out laughing from your left, igniting a round of laughter that filled the room and lifted the heavy atmosphere.

“For you, you can call me whatever you want, darling.” Yoongi smiled, gums out as he looked at you with adoration.

In that moment, you felt their strength and loyalty, their offering to you of a sanctuary - a refuge from the darkness you fought so hard from. From those that have haunted your life for so long.

As time passed, you became part of their pack - a human amongst werewolves. They were patient in teaching you their traditions and customs, their code of honour and their ways. You learned that they were the protectors of the forest, guardians of the vulnerable, and that they are the core value of the balance of nature itself.

Namjoon, with his kind eyes and strong presence, quickly became a source of your strength and guidance for you. His knowledge and wisdom never failed to keep you entertained. Although clumsy, this man was the foundation of his pack.

Seokjin, with his unseriousness and constant care, he helped heal the wounds that your brother and his friends had inflicted upon you. He kept you steady as you grew, always ensuring to pull you up when you got down but bringing you down when you were too high up.

Yoongi, the car-wolf, with his gentle hands and calm nature became another one of your rocks. He never failed to teach you something new that day and he most certainly cooked one of the best foods you have ever tasted - rivalling Seokjin’s.

Hobi, with his everlasting laughter and sunshine, was an easy person to be around as you healed from your wounds. He never fails to make you laugh. With him around, there was never a dull moment.

Jimin, with his soft and calming nature, he unintentionally healed both your emotional and mental wounds. While Seokjin cared for your physical wounds, Jimin was always a talking buddy that helped you through understanding yourself and your worth.

TaeTae, with his outgoing mischievous nature, the both of you were constantly creating something to be cleaned up. Hand-in-hand with Jungkookie, the three of you liked to run out and about, being everywhere.

Jungkookie, with his curiosity and strength, the both of you were always causing mischief for the others. Like partners-in-crime, the both of you would be curious about everything and anything, so the both of you would always take it upon yourselves to figure out the answers.

But you have also come to realise that the entire pack was more than just a pack - they were a family. Each of them had their own unique qualities and were a force to be reckoned with. Today was a full moon and under the light of the glowing orb, you discovered a love and acceptance that you had never known. Your past, with all its pain and suffering, seems to fade into the background when you are with them. Embracing the new chapter of your life, you ran forward with them, putting your full trust in the seven males you had learned to understand.

With your heart and spirit soaring, you felt the exhilaration of the transformation, the wind against your fur, and the pure joy of being truly free. In these moments, you knew you had found your place - a home amongst those who have shown you the power of love, trust, and transformation.

As you looked up the the moon, you couldn’t help but feel a huge wave of gratitude. The moon led you here today - to the sanctuary - a place where you were no longer a victim but a survivor; that you were no longer alone but in a place filled with love and acceptance.

As you howled at the moon and cuddled amongst your pack, you came to realise that sometimes, safety and love are found in the most unexpected places. For instance, in a moonlit sanctuary of a werewolf pack that had become your everlasting family.

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colormepurplex2 · 1 year

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Fickle Flame | Rules of Engagement

↳ OT7 x FemOC | OT7 x OT7 ⤜ Enemies/Lovers ⤜ Rating: MA 🔞 ⤜ WC: 8,520 ⚠️ Shameless smut, like 80% of this is just pure sex. Alpha roleplay with a pseudo knot/modified cock ring, mm anal, dick sucking, fingering, lots of orgasms and cum play, maybe even a peek at a breeding kink, a mild allusion to subspace.

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It’s cold.

Painfully cold.

That’s all that registers to Shayne. That and that infernal clicking again. It just won’t stop. Click. Click. Click. Like a fly buzzing in her ear, she wants nothing more than to swat it away but for some reason, her arms won’t work. Maybe if she could see it, it would help her be able to smack it away. Only, just like her arms, her eyes won’t obey her internal request for them to do what she wants.

Fear.

It settles in her belly, so thick she can taste it in the back of her throat. Her body isn’t responding. She wonders if this is what it’s like to be dead. They finally did it. They finally succeeded in killing her. A flicker of awareness twinges in her subconscious, the feeling wholly wrong.

No.

They didn’t do this. He did.

Memories slam back into place and the stark reality of Nichols with his hands around her throat blazes through her on a soul-deep level. Her eyes finally flash open and that fire races down her throat as she tries to suck in a breath.

“So sweet,” a rough, guttural voice snarls. Fire blooms through her again. It’s at that moment she realizes it’s not the memories that have her burning, it’s the teeth shredding through the flesh of her neck like it’s wet tissue paper.

Shayne tries to cry out but the only thing that emits from her is a wet gurgling mewl. Nichols' heavy body pins her to Seokjin’s bed. She can feel a sticky, warm wetness soaking into the blankets and mattress beneath her. Blood. Her blood; too much of it.

With feeble, half-numb fingers, Shayne tries to swat at Nicholas. The best she can do is get a hand around one of his forearms and squeeze. “P-plea—, “she tries again, but the word is choked with coppery liquid that bubbles up into her throat.

Her vision becomes fuzzy around the edges, unconsciousness seeping back in. It’s a slow slide into the darkness. Everything feels so heavy. The clicking has thankfully stopped with Nichols fully focused on the reopened wound in her neck. He laps and slurps at it with a sick glee, murmuring incoherent words of praise and delight.

“It’s a wonder they haven’t done this themselves,” he whispers, dragging his sharp teeth over the wound and making it froth with new blood. “I may have gotten a bit carried away with my licking, my saliva has nearly closed Jimin’s bite back up. We can’t have that, now can we?”

Over the ringing in her ears, Shayne faintly hears a vicious howl echo down the hall from the other side of the door. There is a loud crash from behind Nichols who grunts in alarm before being bodily snatched off of her. Shayne tries to blink her eyes clear to see what’s going on. The only thing she’s able to make out is an awful cracking sound, like a rock being snapped in half, and then a giant shadow looms over the bed.

It takes a moment but she realizes it’s not a shadow, but a large pitch-black wolf with piercing, moss-colored eyes. There is black blood and saliva coating its snout and jaws. A few wet drops mist her face as the wolf huffs a hot gush of air in her direction. The wolf snuffs its large, wet nose against her shoulder and gives a low-pitched whine.

The large shape coalesces, shrinking down and fading in color until a disheveled Taehyung is kneeling over her. A small sob shakes her body, more blood gurgling up into her mouth turning it into a choked, wet rattle.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Taehyung curses, clamping a hand onto Shayne’s neck. “I’ve never done this before,” he growls in frustration. “Let me just—,” he works his tongue around inside his mouth before leaning down and replacing his hand with it. A shudder runs through his body and his muscles tense. His tongue presses along the bite that’s been made even more jagged by Nichols. With slow and restrained motions, Taehyung works his saliva into the wound and sighs when he feels the flesh start to knit back together.

“Taehyung!” Namjoon calls, stumbling into the room. “What the fuck?” he exclaims softly, taking in the scene before him.

Satisfied with the wounds healing, Taehyung finally leans back and rubs the back of his hand over his mouth, wiping away the tantalizing and tempting taste of Shayne’s blood that was mixed with the black blood that was already staining his chin. “Nichols,” he huffs. “He reopened Jimin’s bite. I wasn’t— I wasn’t sure if it would work…saliva. But, it seems to be okay, the were-venom must be out of her system, allowing it to heal from the enzymes.”

Shayne’s eyelids flutter as she tries to focus on the man leaning over her; her savior. “Th-thank you,” she rasps, finally able to form words without the accompanying metallic tang of blood surging up with them.

Taehyung scoffs, shoving away from Shayne and lumbering to his feet. “Don’t thank me, sweetheart. I didn’t do that for you.”

Something slithers around Shayne’s heart, latching on with cold fingers. It might be disappointment, but it’s hard to decipher with so many other emotions and feelings surging through her.

“We should give her an injection of Flux,” Namjoon comments from where he stands next to Taehyung. His calculating eyes flicker over the mess of Seokjin’s bed for a moment before he turns and gestures to the floor. “Robinson is already aware of the insurgence, the compound is on lockdown until further notice. Yoongi has three in the holding cells, we’ll figure out what to do with them in the morning.”

“I’ll go get the Flux. Are you going to stay here or should I call one of the others?” Taehyung asks as he steps over to one of Seokjin’s cabinets and riffles through the contents until he pulls out a pair of pants to slip over his naked form.

Namjoon stands there in silence, his eyes locked back on Shayne’s prone form. “I’ll stay,” he finally says. He moves to perch on the edge of the bed, making sure to avoid the large, wet pool of blood soaking it. Shayne stares into Namjoon’s eyes, watching the flare of emotions she can’t pinpoint before they go blank. “Just a small dose,” Namjoon adds when Taehyung has opened the door and taken a half-step into the hall.

“Noted.” Taehyung nods. “I’ll send Seokjin this way so he can get his bed sorted. Um, what about the body?”

“Have Hoseok come and collect it. We’ll burn it.”

“On it.” The door clicks closed behind Taehyung, the sound making Shayne flinch.

“Does that sound bother you?” Namjoon asks softly.

Shayne’s tongue feels thick as she pokes it out to swipe it over her dry lips. There is an acrid tang coating her lips that makes her stomach heave. “The clicking,” she whispers. “I heard clicking.”

Namjoon hums, leaning down and grabbing something off the floor. He holds up a small metallic rectangle-shaped object so Shayne can see. “He used it to set a fire in the dining hall.” He flicks his thumb over the top of the object and it opens, a single flicker of flame dances in the suspended space between the separated parts before he flicks his thumb again, and the top drops back down, smothering the fire. “A lighter.”

“Stolen flame,” she mutters in response.

That makes Namjoon quirk an eyebrow but he doesn’t press for an explanation. She’s clearly barely holding onto consciousness and has lost far too much blood in the last few days.

“You just can’t catch a break, can you?” Namjoon coos softly, brushing a few blood-matted strands of hair from Shayne’s face. “I’m sorry you’re having to endure all of these things. It’s never been like this with a ticket before. We’re usually not so careless. I promised you, in the beginning, you could be happy here and I don’t think I’ve been doing a very good job of upholding that promise.”

He’s about to open his mouth and continue when the door opens again and admits Seokjin, followed closely by a frazzled Jungkook.

“Ah, fuck, what a mess,” Seokjin curses. “Jungkook, grab a cloth from the bathroom, please.”

Jungkook disappears into Seokjin’s bathroom. A moment later he comes back out and around to the other side of the bed, opposite Namjoon, and kneels beside Shayne. “Hey there, sweet cheeks,” he murmurs, gently tilting her head to the side to get a better look at the wound. “Let’s get you cleaned up a little.”

“I sent Taehyung for a dose of Flux,” Namjoon informs them.

Seokjin jerks up straight from his assessment of Nichols’ body. “Is that wise, after what happened the last time we used it?”

Namjoon sighs. “It’s that or we wait who knows how many days or weeks until she can fully recover on her own.”

Shayne hates how they talk about her as if she’s not right here. They talk about her like she’s just an object. Which, she supposes, is partly true in their eyes.

“I’ll stay with her,” Jungkook volunteers.

“Of course you would say that,” Seokjin sasses. “She’s rightfully mine for the night. I suppose we can’t really stay here, though. Not with my bed out of commission like this,” he groans, flicking an annoyed hand at the blood-soaked bed. “Once she’s been dosed, you can take her to your room, Jungkook. I’ll be right behind you after I get the bed tossed.”

“If anyone deserves her for the night, it’s me,” Taehyung says from the doorway. “I did save her, after all.” He ambles in, one hand holding a small syringe and the other a tiny glass vial filled with bright blue liquid.

Seokjin peers down at Shayne, his brow furrowed. “Very well, Taehyung. You can join us in Jungkook’s room, as long as that’s okay with Shayne.”

That catches her off guard. She wasn’t expecting the decision to be delegated to her. It’s not like they’ve ever given much thought or consideration to her wants or desires before. All four of them look at her expectantly.

“O-ok,” she manages to wheeze out.

Jungkook tuts softly. “Don’t make her talk, not until she’s had the Flux. Come on, Taehyung, the sooner we get it in her the better.”

“This might sting a little at first, but I promise it’ll make everything better soon.” Taehyung settles on the bed beside Jungkook and takes up Shayne’s arm. There is a fiery prick in the crook of her elbow that makes her stiffen up and suck in a stilted breath but it only lasts a moment. A floaty calm replaces the burn, flowing out from her elbow and suffusing throughout her body.

“There we go,” Jungkook murmurs. “Let’s get you cleaned up. You’ll be good as new in no time.”

Shayne catches sight of Hoseok coming into the room just before Jungkook carries her out the door. Namjoon’s steely voice, providing instructions, follows them down the hall until Jungkook turns a corner and it becomes too faint to be heard.

“What happened?” Shayne asks, feeling much more lucid after whatever it was Taehyung injected her with. “What’s Flux?”

Jungkook chews his lip and Shayne can tell he’s contemplating how much to actually tell her. Finally, he glances down at her and she feels his shoulders bump up with a shrug. “An insurgence. Some rogue vamps, led by that jackass Nichols, decided they wanted to try and take us out, stupidly. Not sure the reasoning behind it yet, but Yoongi should get some information out of the survivors in the morning. He’s quite creative.” Jungkook smirks. “As for what Flux is, it’s a drug we engineered from the healing enzymes that are in vampire venom. Think of it like a super healer, you’ll be completely healed and ready to fuck at least half a dozen hard cocks within the next hour.”

“Ready to what?” Shayne asks, certain she didn’t hear him correctly.

His teeth dig into his bottom lip as he suppresses a smile. “An unfortunate– or maybe not so unfortunate, side effect of the Flux. We haven’t been able to separate out the properties of the enzymes that elicit arousal. You’ll be healed, but you’re also going to be hornier than you’ve probably ever been in your life.”

Now that he’s said it, she’s suddenly all too aware of a faint throbbing between her thighs. “I don’t want that,” she whispers, squirming in his arms to try to gain her own feet.

Jungkook tightens his hold on Shayne, thwarting her struggles and making her wheeze out a squeak. His words are firm, firmer than he’s ever been with her, “We would have used the Flux on you after Jimin’s incident, but we figured you could use a few days rest and reprieve anyway. But, that was still so fresh. And well, Nichols really did a number on you. It wasn’t an easy call for Namjoon to make, but it was the right one. Whether you accept that or not, you can fight it right now, but you’ll be thanking him later, guaranteed once you have a clear head. A few hours of unabashed lewdness is a small price for your life and health.”

“No,” she whimpers, feeling each step Jungkook takes with a jolt of desire. Even the slight jostle and rub of her body against his, as he flows easily from foot to foot, feels like a thousand micro caresses licking between her thighs. “Oh, fuck.”

“Shh, I know it’s uncomfortable at first, but what you really need is relief. After I get you cleaned up, it’ll get better. Seokjin and Taehyung will be joining us and you’ll have plenty to keep you occupied and help ease the ache.”

Jungkook shoulders open his bedroom door and quickly skirts over to his bathroom. Shayne is entirely too focused on the heat and aches throbbing inside her to even care to gawk at his luxurious space again.

The shirt Shayne has on hits the floor and goosebumps erupt over her arms and shoulders. The cooler air of the bathroom contrasts wildly with the warmth simmering under her skin, like warring seasons that make her feel dizzy on her feet. “J-jungk-kook,” she stutters, teeth chattering together over the syllables.

The seams on his clothing strain, nearly succumbing to the rough yanking he does to remove them. Jungkook steps around the far side of the deep bathing pool, tugging Shayne along by an elbow. “Not going to bother with a bath, we can just use the shower head over here,” he explains, more in a rambling way than anything. “Here, stand here, mhmm.” He flicks a few knobs and a shower of warm water pelts down onto Shayne from a nearly hidden rain shower head in the ceiling. “Soap,” he offers, grabbing a half-empty bottle from a small cubby in the wall.

The bubbles smell the same way Jungkook’s sheets do, like some lightly floral clean scent. Shayne knows she should indulge in the shower and the proffered bathing foam, but the shudders now wracking through her shoulders and legs make it awfully hard to concentrate on anything other than putting her hands on Jungkook and getting his hands on her— which she promptly does.

“Touch me,” she insists, tossing the bottle of body wash to the floor and latching onto Jungkook’s forearms. “It hurts.”

Jungkook chuckles when his back hits the wall as Shayne pushes against him. The shower rains down against his shoulder, little mists of water tickling his nose from where it bounces off of Shayne’s skin as she presses her front against his. The response from his body is natural, almost instant, his cock thickening where it rests against her belly. Shayne lifts a leg and hooks it over Jungkook’s hip, coming up onto her toes and slanting her mouth over his.

“You want me, sweet cheeks?” he teases, the words barely working past the kisses she’s demanding.

“I’ve never felt like this before,” Shayne gasps, fisting a hand in Jungkook’s hair and jerking his face down to her throat. He groans in response and nuzzles his lips against the now-healed spot where Jimin’s bite was. The sticky, semi-dried blood covering her neck smears against his lips, mixing with the water pouring down over them.

Working one of his hands between them, Jungkook sinks a thick digit right into her wet heat. Shayne cries out, bucking against his hand in search of more stimulation. “Needy girl. Maybe we should have used Flux on you sooner. Fuck,” he grunts.

“More, please. I need more, Jungkook!” Shayne feels like she’s about to cry from frustration. The gentle in and out of only a single digit from Jungkook is barely a tease and it’s doing nothing to quell the intense ache in her body.

Jungkook laps at the blood coating her neck, working in a second and then a third finger. “Take what you need,” Jungkook whispers between nips along her neck and shoulder.

Shayne uses her hand in Jungkook’s hair, the other planted on his shoulder as leverage to move her body up and down, fucking herself fast on his fingers. A lightheaded fuzziness blooms through her right before she clamps down around him and gives a weak, still-frustrated cry. The flagging orgasm is only a small wave in the tidal pool of need that’s battering her body. “Make it stop,” Shayne whimpers. Her knees give out and she sags against Jungkook.

Being careful with her lax limbs, Jungkook hitches her higher until he drags her other leg over his hip to match the other. He lifts her just high enough to get himself positioned at her entrance and then lets her body slump again, effectively impaling her on his cock. “Fuck,” he grunts, wrapping his arms around her and shoving deeper inside.

Shayne gives a pitiful cry. Her hands scrabble along Jungkook’s arms, fighting for purchase. She’s so wet and slippery with arousal that he slides in easily, but it’s still a snug fit. Her traitorous body welcomes him, the same as before. Though, perhaps now her heart might be sharing that burden of betrayal, as she can’t find it in herself to protest or deny how much she wants this.

There is a physical war waging inside her body. The Flux works on a chemical level, flooding the body with an influx of hormones that cause a chain reaction of aches, arousal, and need. Added to the internal, emotional conflict over still being a captive and effectively being held against her will. While, at the same time, Shayne’s body is so spent, still recovering from the additional blood loss, that she feels suspended in a void; neither here nor there.

Jungkook continues to move her body, lifting her and dropping her back down over and over again onto his throbbing shaft. His own grunts of pleasure echo throughout the bathroom, bouncing and reverberating until it sounds like there are a dozen people fucking around them.

The next orgasm that rips through Shayne has her head rolling back and her eyes squeezing shut. Her walls grip and contract around Jungkook, triggering his own release. It gushes with the jerky pumps of his hips, forcing his sticky, warm cum to drip down and collect along her ass. A soft, piny scent invades the bathroom, a subtle addition to the fragrant soaps and Jungkook’s naturally sweet essence that Shayne is starting to associate with his arousal.

“I’ll take her,” Taehyung’s voice breaks through the heavy breathing of both Shayne and Jungkook. He steps into the bathroom, bringing more of that piny scent with him, and hits a switch on the wall, cutting off the water. There is a towel sitting on the sink that he grabs and gathers Shayne in, headless of the cum still coating her. Jungkook digs into a cabinet and grabs out his own, slinging it around his waist and following Taehyung out of the bathroom. “Seokjin should be here soon. He said the agreement is still on, whatever that means.”

Jungkook stiffens where he sits on the bed. “He said that? Even after everything that’s happened tonight?” The questions are more in wonderment than actual curiosity. He stares at Taehyung, watching him arrange Shayne on the bed. “With you here, too?”

Taehyung looks up at that. “With me here? What exactly does Seokjin want, what‘s the agreement?” There is a twinkle of mischief in his dark eyes as he watches Jungkook squirm. “What’s wrong, pretty boy, what kinky shit has been happening between you and Seokjinnie?”

Jungkook grunts, his brow furrowing. “Nothing. It’s nothing. Don’t worry about me, let’s worry about her,” he says, waving a hand at a softly whimpering Shayne.

“Right,” Taehyung hums thoughtfully. “Hi there, sweetheart,” he purrs. “You gave me a scare back there.” He brushes a hand over her cheek before sliding it up into her tangle of red curls. Shayne wiggles on the bed, her body seeking some sort of friction or relief. “Do you need me?”

Shayne stares into his dark eyes, remembering the piercing green they were when he was in his other form. His face is clean, with no black or red remnant marring his perfect features. “Please,” she moans, arching her back and making her nipples graze against his bare chest.

The smile that curls Taehyung lips elicits another moan from her. “I’ve been thinking about this since I first saw you naked in the bath after we brought you in. You’re so fiery, sweetheart, with those blazing eyes and that flaming hair. I want nothing more than to smother your fire,” one of his hands momentarily lands on her throat, giving it a light squeeze, “just so I can ignite it again.”

His words, albeit a little concerning, are oddly sweet and in high contrast to the brutality and curtness he’s shown her before. Taehyung has always had sharp edges and even sharper looks, sneers of disgust, or blatant indifference. Now, though, he’s showing a side to Shayne that she never would have thought he possessed. Shayne is faintly aware that all of this could be an illusion-based perception thanks to that injection of horniness Taehyung gave her. Either way, it feels nice, even if it’s a pseudo-experience.

Jungkook settles on the bed beside Shayne, his eyes locked on Taehyung’s lips as they press gentle kisses along her collarbone and down her sternum. Shayne arches her back again, seeking more but Taehyung just leans back and denies her more than the soft brush of his lips. “If you won’t touch me, get out of the way so Jungkook can,” she hisses, brow furrowed and teeth clenched as another wave of arousal radiates through her.

Taehyung tsks. “Fine, but only because I like how you sound when my mouth is on you.” She opens her mouth to berate him again but then he pressed the flat of his tongue against her clit, turning everything fuzzy.

“She’s sweet, right?” Jungkook muses lazily. He lounges back, hooking an arm behind his head and settling the other so he can fist a hand around his own arousal. “She makes the prettiest sounds when you deny her release, too.”

The hum of interest from Taehyung has a plea of denial coming from Shayne. “Please don’t, it hurts too much,” she whines, fisting a hand into Taehyung’s hair to hold him in place. He chuckles, sending gushes of his hot breath fanning over her aching core. He dives back in, sucking and licking with renewed vigor.

“Make her cum before Seokjin gets here,” Jungkook huffs. He gives his cock a few languid strokes, thumbing at the small beads of moisture he’s coaxing out. Even though he just came, he’s easily worked back up just by the sight of Shayne’s body displayed before him. He’s well and truly fucked for this silly little human, but that’s something he’ll worry about later.

Whether it’s the threat of Seokjin or just simply putting her out of her misery, Taehyung works a finger inside her and in tandem with his flicking tongue, wrings a shuddering orgasm from her a moment later.

Her fingers feel stiff with how hard they’re wrapped around a fistful of Taehyung’s hair. “Easy, sweetheart. You can drag me around by my hair another time, right now you should let me up so I can bury my cock into your pretty little pussy.”

With a frustrated sigh, Shayne releases her grip on Taehyung’s hair. Jungkook turns over and captures her scowling lips in a kiss. His tongue traces along her lips before pushing between them. Tiny prickles dance over her body. Each additional shift and brush against her skin elicits an uncontrolled shudder in response.

“Taehyungie’s going to make you feel really good,” Jungkook reassures between nipping kisses. Jungkook tastes like the mint paste Yoongi made her use, the cooling effect a welcome relief to how blistering she feels. Sweat pricks along her brow and she can feel the drips tracking along her temples and sliding into her hair.

Taehyung nudges the backs of her thighs with his knees, pushing them wider. Large, heavy palms rest against her hips; fingers pressing into the soft curves. Shayne can feel the heat radiating off Taehyung, his warmth adding to hers to create a hazy swath of heat.

“I’d take a picture of this if I wasn’t about to fucking lose it,” Taehyung murmurs as he presses his cock between her lower lips. He pulls back, lips tipping up into a sly grin, pupils blowing ever wider at the sight of Shayne’s glistening arousal coating his tip. “Jungkook, play with her clit, make her cum on my cock.”

Keeping his lips on Shayne, Jungkook moves a hand down her body, pinching and teasing until his deft fingers land right where requested. As Jungkook begins to strum and pluck his fingers, Taehyung presses forward. Shayne pants into Jungkook’s mouth, cries and moans muffled around his tongue. One of her hands flies up to bury into Jungkook’s hair and the other reaches down to grip one of Taehyung’s wrists.

With each inch Taehyung slides into her, Shayne feels her grip on reality slowly slipping. It feels like as soon as he’s completely seated she’ll explode into a cloud of mist and ether; his body is the only tether to her existence. It’s a welcomed ending, rupturing into a million tiny pieces, dissolving into a nebula of pleasure.

Shayne jerks so hard she dislodges Jungkook’s mouth and lets out an echoing cry of pleasure. Tears slip free from her eyes and mix with the sweat trickling into her hair. Her back arches off the bed and her body quakes with dozens of micro-orgasms, pulsing and contracting around Taehyung. His own stilted moan mixes with hers, fingers tightening and sure to leave bruises on her hips.

Jungkook keeps his fingers moving, sliding them down and around Taehyung’s cock, luxuriating in the slick combination of his smooth skin and the arousal from Shayne now coating it. “Get another one out of her,” he says, flexing his fingers around Taehyung’s shaft before moving them back to Shayne’s clit. “Fuck her until you cum.”

Taehyung grits his teeth and withdraws a fraction then surges in deep again. “You know,” he huffs, “for an omega, you’re awfully bossy in the bedroom.”

“If you’d rather not fill her tight cunt with your cum then fuck off and I’ll do it…again,” Jungkook deadpans, raising a skeptical brow.

“B-both of you—,” Shayne stutters out, the words hooked on a breathy moan, “—shut up. I d-don’t care w-who does what, I just need to cum or I swear I’ll die.”

Taehyung renews his efforts, swiveling his hips and undulating with the perfect rhythm to have Shayne breaching that precipice again quickly. She’s not sure she’s ever been thoroughly and completely ravaged before. But, she’s certain that’s exactly what Taehyung is doing. From the guttural grunts and the gnashing of his teeth, she gets her first real glimpse at the beast underneath his brooding facade. This is pure…raw. He’s relentless, pounding and chipping away at her sanity.

Through the haze of arousal, Shayne is vaguely aware of Taehyung and Jungkook counting out her orgasms as if the number is significant. The only thing she really and truly cares about is making the ache go away. It’s momentarily eased with each additional release, the line between pleasure and pain blurring after the seventh.

It must only be minutes—or perhaps hours— later that Taehyung finds his own release, emptying hot streams of cum deep inside her with a gravely snarl.

“Has anyone thought to give her anything to drink?” Seokjin’s melodic voice edges through Shayne’s head fog.

Taehyung eases away from Shayne, his cock pulling free in a gush as he reclines back on his hands. “Drink?” he parrots. “Can’t say I thought about that.”

Jungkook gives a disgruntled harrumph, absently patting his hand on Shayne’s thigh before pushing up from the bed. “I was getting there but Taehyung came in and well, we got a little distracted.”

“Mhm, sure.” Seokjin rolls his eyes as he steps into the room and lets the door fall shut behind him. “How are you doing, beautiful? These two idiots taking care of you alright?”

Shayne whimpers, shifting on the bed and reaching a trembling hand out to him. “Please,” she mumbles.

Seokjin tuts softly. “Can’t trust them to do anything.” He kneels on the bed and gathers Shayne into his arms, cradling her against his chest. She writhes in his lap, shamelessly seeking relief.

Jungkook opens a rectangular chest near his desk and grabs a few clear bottles from inside. “Don’t even start with that, Seokjin. You’re just being an asshole right now.” He hands over a bottle to Seokjin who opens it and offers it to Shayne. She sips gratefully, sucking down as much of the cool water as she can.

“Messy girl,” Seokjin coos, thumbing a few errant drops that escaped down her chin. “Slow down or you’ll make yourself sick.”

Shayne tries to take smaller swallows but now that she’s drinking she realizes just how thirsty she is. “Thank you,” she says between sips, handing off the empty bottle once she’s done.

Taehyung is sitting with his back against the wall beside Seokjin, with his arms crossed and an unreadable expression on his face. “She needs to be fucked again,” he finally says. “You can take a turn, Seokjin.”

Seokjin’s body stiffens under her for a moment before he relaxes and gives Taehyung a syrupy, saccharine smile. “That almost sounds like you’re giving me permission, Taehyungie.”

Shayne catches the way Jungkook’s eyes go wide as they swivel between Taehyung and Seokjin like he’s anticipating what will happen next. Seokjin smoothes a hand over Shayne’s hip, letting his long fingers mold around the curves and dips until he slides it between her thighs to gently strum over her clit. He keeps his eyes trained on Taehyung as he offers her barely enough to take the edge off.

“Seokjin, please,” she mewls. Her thighs press open, offering him more access that he ignores.

“Patience, beautiful. I need to make sure Taehyungie understands the ground rules for being in bed with me and Jungkookie tonight. It’s funny to think in all the years we’ve been here together this is the first time it’s just the three of us. Normally, Jimin runs interference…and well, if he knew what was about to happen he might have something to say about it.”

The way Seokjin says that feels ominous to Shayne. Curiosity wars with the arousal simmering under her skin. She sighs contentedly and tries to suppress a soft moan when Seokin’s fingers dip further to tease around her entrance before moving back to stroke her clit.

“Ground rules?” Taehyung asks, smirking. “Do I have to call you daddy or something? That seems more like Namjoon’s shtick than yours, but I can be persuaded maybe.”

Jungkook curls his lips between his teeth to keep from laughing. “Jungkook,” Seokjin snaps, voice firm and commanding. “Don’t think I missed that. How about we demonstrate for Taehyung?” Jungkook audibly swallows and nods his head. “Good boy. Now, I want your pretty little ass in the air and your tongue fucking our sweet girl.”

“Yes, Alpha,” Jungkook immediately responds and moves to position himself on the bed.

Taehyung balks, completely bewildered. “Alpha?” he whispers.

“That’s right, Taehyungie. In here, I’m the Alpha and you and Jungkookie are my obedient little pups.” Jungkook thrusts his ass into the air, grapples his hands between Shayne’s thighs, and pushes them open. He admires the glistening swell of her sex and the slender, long fingers still rubbing her clit, for a moment before burying his face against her heat and pushing his tongue forward to swirl inside.

Shayne gasps and throws her head back against Seokjin’s shoulder, letting out a throaty moan. “Oh, fuck!”

“If you have a problem with that, you can leave right now.” Seokjin’s voice is cold, indifferent, as he stares down at Taehyung.

Taehyung licks his lips, contemplating the offer. His eyes rove over the scene before him, taking in the submissive position Jungkook is in and the way Shayne is nuzzling against Seokjin’s throat and leaving crescent-shaped indents on his forearms with her nails.

A low rumble comes from deep in Taehyung’s chest. As a beta, he cares less about the primal designations than some of the others. But, as a vampire, he can empathize. They all already had an alpha-like complex because of their vampirism, but after the experiments, it altered the natural hierarchy within their bodies. He can instantly understand where this drive comes from in Seokjin. Though, it’s not something he’s ever considered for himself. That the natural vampire inside them all, that apex predator, would always want to dominate over everything…even the genetic designation of omega that Seokjin ended up with all those years ago.

“Does he ever…y’know?” Taehyung asks, nodding to Jungkook lapping away between Shayne’s thighs, ass periodically wiggling in the air. The sight has Taehyung’s cock jerking where it lays against his thigh.

The smile that graces Seokjin’s lips this time is purely coy charisma. “Once, but he doesn’t get off on it as I do. Now, I’m going to ask you again…do you have a problem with this?”

Taehyung tongues the corner of his mouth, absently bringing a hand down to give his half-hard cock a gentle tug. “Are you going to fuck me in the ass?”

Seokjin barks a laugh. “No.” Taehyung purses his lips and narrows his eyes with irritation but Seokjin continues with a placating statement, “At least, not this time, sweet boy. You have to earn my cock. If you’re good this time and do as you’re told then I’ll reward you the next time you want to crawl into bed with me.”

“N-need to cum,” Shayne interrupts with a whine against Seokjin’s neck. “Please, stop teasing me.”

“Give our girl what she needs, pup. Then, I’ll give you what you need.” Jungkook makes a satisfied sound and a moment later Shayne cries out, thrashing in Seokjin’s lap. He pets a hand down her hair, shh’ing and cooing until she jerks from overstimulation as Jungkook continues to kiss and suck. “Taehyung. I need you to say it.”

The room is silent, except for the heavy breathing coming from Shayne and the smacking wet sounds escaping from around Jungkook’s tongue, as Taehyung makes up his mind.

“Okay, Alpha,” he finally says, emphasizing the designation and relinquishing control out of pure curiosity and the desire to see Shayne through the rest of her spell with Flux. The grip on his beast relents a fraction, allowing his naturally piny scent to mingle in the air with Jungkook’s honeyed arousal.

“Perfect,” Seokjin crows with delight. “Jungkook, enough.”

Jungkook immediately pulls away, sitting back on his haunches. His eyes are big and round, glazed over with arousal. His cock stands up straight against his stomach, glistening smears of precum trailing over his thighs and abs.

“How long does this Flux bullshit last?” Shayne mumbles in frustration. The heat licking between her thighs is wildly battling with the ache of pain she can feel seeping deep into her muscles. “I hurt,” she adds with a whine as she cups a hand tenderly over her swollen lower lips.

“With the dose you needed? It could last all night,” Taehyung says, moving to kneel beside her. His eyes focus on her hand and the glistening mess covering her thighs. Cum mixes with saliva, thoroughly coating her lower half. “But, it grows less potent as time passes.”

Seokjin hums in agreement. He passes Shayne over to Taehyung, being sure she settles softly into his lap. “We’ll go gentle for a bit, let your body rest while still giving you the pleasure you need to avoid the ache brought on by the Flux,” he explains as he reaches down beside the bed and retrieves a small wooden box.

Taehyung gathers Shayne’s unruly curls into a fist, exposing her neck and shoulders so he can press featherlight kisses to her heated skin. Each press of his mouth has her body responding, small tremors that cascade down around where his other hand cups over hers still between her thighs.

“Have you ever sucked a cock before, beautiful?” Seokjin asks when he settles back on the bed. His eyes sparkle as they meet her half-lidded ones. Shayne gives a small jerk of her chin. A momentary pang of sadness over Warren breaks through the haze from the Flux. She squashes it down immediately, not wanting to mix memories of Warren with what's going on here. “You’re going to suck mine and get me ready to destroy this little pup's pert ass.” Seokjin fists a hand into Jungkook’s hair, earning him a grunt from the Omega.

Seokjin is still dressed. Taehyung helps guide Shayne forward onto her knees, his hands keeping a grip on her hips to keep her from listing sideways. With fumbling fingers, Shayne snags and pulls at Seokjin’s clothes until she has his shirt off and his bottoms tangled around his knees. He sighs in satisfaction when she wraps a hand around his base and gives a none-too-gentle squeeze.

“Seokjinnie.” Jungkook winces when the hand in his hair tightens.

“Be patient, pup,” Seokjin admonishes. “Our beautiful girl needs to make sure I’m good and wet. You’ll get my knot soon, don’t worry.” He uses his free hand to open the small box he retrieved and pulls out a thick, circular band with a bulging lump on one side.

“What’s that?” Taehyung asks, nodding toward the ring in Seokjin’s hand.

“This is—oh, fuck that’s good,” Seokjin sucks in a breath, his words choking off as Shayne envelopes the head of his cock with her mouth. “It’s a modified cock ring,” he finally manages to get out with a soft moan. “Wow. I think you suck dick better than Hoseok.”

Shayne assumes that’s a compliment, so rewards Seokjin with an enthusiastic suck, hollowing her cheeks and taking him into the back of her throat. “Damn,” Taehyung mutters, a lopsided grin sliding onto his face. “So, it’s like an Alpha’s knot?”

“Precisely. Now, be a good boy and help me make a Shayne and Jungkookie sandwich. I want them front to front, you take her from behind. Jungkookie, I want her nipples rosy, plump, and aching, do you understand?”

Taehyung pulls Shayne back and she slides off of Seokjin’s cock with an audible pop. Saliva strings between the blushing tip and her swollen lips before breaking and falling against her chin. “Come on, up you go, sweetheart,” Taehyung eases Shayne back until she’s resting against his chest and her’s is nearly pressed against Jungkook’s.

Shayne watches in fascination as Seokjin manhandles and maneuvers Jungkook to his liking. The younger male is completely at his mercy, thoroughly debauched to the point his weeping cock jerks and throbs with every touch from Seokjin. Without thinking, Shayne reaches forward to grab it, wanting to offer him some relief in exchange for the relief he provided her earlier.

“Ah-uh,” Seokjin snaps, halting her hand just inches away from its destination. “He doesn’t get any relief until I say he does. Is that clear, beautiful?” The look in Seokjin’s eye sends shivers down Shayne’s back. She nods, retracting her hand. “Use your words.”

“Yes,” she whispers.

“Yes…?” Seokjin prompts, raising an eyebrow.

Shayne’s brow furrows in return. “Yes…Alpha?”

“That’s my good girl,” he praises. “Do you still need relief?”

The idea of receiving another orgasm has her body revving into overdrive. “Yes, please, Alpha.”

“Taehyung,” Seokjin says his name like he’s giving permission. Taehyung takes his time in notching his head at Shayne’s entrance, completely transfixed on Seokjin slipping on the cock ring and securing it around the base of his shaft and balls. The rigid knot tapers off gently in a slope to either side.

There is a moment when Shayne feels tethered to Jungkook. He grabs at her hands and entwines his fingers with hers, squeezing in a way that relays emotions beyond words. As Taehyung begins to press his hard length into her body, the rigidity of Jungkook’s fingers around hers has her practically feeling the way Seokjin invades his body, too.

Jungkook gasps, jerking in Seokjin’s hold. His open mouth presses against Shayne’s chest, nuzzling until his lips clamp around one of her pebbled nipples. The added sensation melts into the buzz coming from between her thighs, coalescing into a gradient wash of heightened pleasure.

“You feel so good, sweetheart,” Taehyung murmurs against the nape of Shayne’s neck. His mouth waters as he feels the erratic beat of her pulse thrum against his lips. He inhales deeply, dragging in the sweet scent of her hair mixed with the light tang of sweat.

The heady honey scent from Jungkook blooms again in the air, cloyingly sweet as Seokjin finally bottoms out. It blends with the pretty lilac scent wafting from Seokjin. Adding Taehyung’s own subtle piny scent, Jungkook’s room quickly begins to smell like a spring meadow in the mountains.

“I forget how much I love your scent, Taehyungie,” Seokjin pants between skin-slapping thrusts.

Jungkook clings to Shayne; lips and tongue ravaging her breasts as much as Seokjin is ravaging his ass. Her nipples throb as he continues to follow Seokjin’s instruction to make them rosy and aching. Each time Taehyung fucks into her from behind, he forces her against Jungkook’s open mouth.

“Fuck!” Shayne cries as an extra brutal thrust from Taehyung causes her nipple to catch against one of Jungkook’s lower teeth. The skin parts easily, emitting a thin trickle of blood right onto Jungkook’s tongue.

Jungkook grunts, his body taut and trembling from the sudden rush of sweetness on his tongue. “Mm,” Seokjin groans. “Don’t get carried away, Jungkookie, it’s not playtime right now. Be good for me and close that up.”

Shayne arches her back, pressing her breast more firmly against Jungkook’s mouth. The feel of his mouth on her, suckling at the tendril of blood, it’s such a stark contrast to how it felt to have Namjoon take her blood at the dining table. This is…erotic and addicting. “Don’t stop,” she pleads, trying to shake her hands from his so she can latch them into his hair and hold him to her.

“Do it now, pup,” Seokjin’s voice is a low snarl that has Jungkook immediately swiping his tongue over the small cut and sealing it.

Taehyung and Seokjin work together to pry Jungkook and Shayne apart. “Blood lust,” Taehyung breathily laughs, working his hips faster. He bands an arm around Shayne’s middle and holds her to him as he pounds up into her, making her cry out in pleasure. “Been a while since we dealt with that.”

A sadistic smile twists at Seokjin’s lips before he nods. “Mmm,” he hums in agreement. “Namjoon won’t be thrilled but at this point, his dick is so dusty he shouldn’t get a say in what we do with ours.” He emphasizes his words with thrusts, battering into Jungkook so hard the younger male goes slack-jawed. “All three of you are doing so well. Are you ready to cum?”

“Fuck, it’s actually kind of hot the way you talk like that,” Taehyung grunts. “Just say the word and I’ll fill our pretty girl up again.”

Shayne has been riding the edge of orgasm ever since Jungkook’s tooth caught her nipple. The burn under her skin isn’t nearly as consuming as it was before but there is still a final leap she can feel pulling her tight. “Please,” she sobs.

“Jungkookie, show them how pretty you are when you cum on my knot.” Seokjin grips tightly onto Jungkook’s hips and grinds into him from behind. Jungkook’s eyes flash yellow in the overhead light before he’s arching back and yelling curses at the ceiling. His cock jerks, untouched, sending streamers of hot cum roping across Shayne’s stomach and hips.

“Suck on her clit, Jungkook,” Taehyung says, his voice trembling between a command and a question. He glances at Seokjin to make sure he hasn’t crossed a line. Seokjin just smiles in approval, helping Jungkook edge forward, still caught on the pseudo knot.

As soon as Jungkook’s lips latch onto her swollen clit, Shayne shatters. “Fuck!” The orgasm rips through her, devouring her sanity. Pinpricks of color dance behind her eyelids where she has them squeezed shut. Her body shudders against Taehyung and her walls clamp and pulse, triggering his own release. Warmth gushes between her thighs as cum seeps out around Taehyung’s thrusting cock.

Residual tremors twitch through her limbs as Taehyung gently extracts himself and helps her lay down on her side. “We are in serious trouble if phase two is successful.” The words are whispered against Shayne’s shoulder as Taehyung runs his fingers through the cum coating her thighs and gently presses it back inside her. He scoops up more and repeats the process. “I don’t know if I can fuck you and not fill you up after experiencing this.” That tickles a mild awareness in the back of Shayne’s mind, but she’s too blissed out to form words of inquiry.

Seokjin cradles Jungkook against his chest, murmuring soft words that Shayne can’t hear into his ear. The dreamy smile on Jungkook’s face has her own soft smile etching across her dry lips. “A warm cloth, please, Taehyung,” Seokjin says as he finally releases Jungkook, letting the other Omega cuddle into Shayne.

Taehyung presses a quick kiss into Shayne’s curls before getting up and disappearing into the bathroom. Seokjin helps Shayne and Jungkook take a few swallows of water from a bottle he grabs out of Jungkook’s cold box.

“What is that?” Shayne murmurs, blinking her eyes sleepily up at Seokjin as she fights the sudden wash of exhaustion. She gestures vaguely in the direction of Jungkook’s desk.

“It’s a refrigerator. Made for keeping things cold. You’ve heard of them?”

“Mmm,” she agrees softly. Heard of them, yes. Though the idea of a metal box keeping something indefinitely cold is still hard to grasp.

“It’s really a wonder,” Seokjin muses softly, delicately twining one of her fiery curls around a finger. “You’re so exquisite yet you baffle my mind something fierce. You’re the first low-spectrum ticket we’ve ever had for an extended period of time.”

Taehyung returns a moment later with warm, damp washcloths. He works with Seokjin to clean Jungkook and Shayne up before cleaning himself. After disposing of the cloths into a basket of dirty laundry, he settles back on the bed behind Shayne.

Clearing his throat, Taehyung catches Seokjin’s eye over Jungkook’s shoulder. “So, this Alpha thing,” he begins, “I get it. I know it’s a little different, being a Beta isn’t nearly as different as being an Omega, at least from what you guys have told me, but I think I can understand it.”

Seokjin makes a noncommittal sound. “We discovered it by accident, the night Namjoon announced his knot hiatus. Jungkook was feeling a certain way and Jimin had to go off on that run up the northern ridge. One thing led to another and yeah.” He shrugs but there is a slight reddening to his cheeks.

“Should I start calling you Alpha when we’re alone? Whisper it sweetly in your ear?”

“Fuck off,” Seokjin laughs. “No one else knows about this. As often as we’ve all fucked or been in the same room fucking, this is really just a thing between me and Jungkookie. I’m not sure what made me offer to let you join in tonight—” his eyes drift down to the fiery swath of curls Jungkook has his nose buried in “—but I’m somehow at peace with it.”

Taehyung gives a knowing nod, following Seokjin’s gaze. “How are you feeling now, sweetheart?”

Shayne thinks for a moment, assessing her body. Aside from the pleasant ache between her thighs and the smarting, yet faint, sting still lingering on her nipples, she feels fine—finally. “I think the Flux is done,” she states softly. “I’m sore, but no more than I think I’d usually be after several hours of fucking.”

The crassness of her words, despite their near whisper, surprises even her. Seokjin snorts a laugh. “Have much experience with several hours of fucking, do you? Wait, don’t answer that. Jungkook can get awfully jealous.”

“Shut up,” Jungkook mumbles, his words half-muted by how his face is pressed into her hair.

“I’m just teasing, Jungkookie.” Seokjin clears his throat. “I know tonight didn’t quite go as planned thanks to a certain asshole, but thank you nonetheless for indulging in me tonight. I know you wanted to be with Shayne and I could have let you do it without the condition but it’s been a while and well…” he trails off, suddenly unsure of where he was going with that.

Jungkook shifts, peeking up at Seokjin. “You know I like it as much as you do, even if you do leave my ass sorer than that one time Jimin and Yoongi tried to—“

“Let’s not talk about that,” Taehyung laughs, cutting off Jungkook. “I still get flashbacks of trying to sew shit back together like a medic in a war zone.”

“Taehyung is right. Plus, I don’t know that our sweet Shayne needs to hear about that after tonight. Maybe another night, when she’s not already half into dreamland.” Seokjin pats Jungkook on the hip. “Let’s get some sleep. Yoongi should have some answers in the morning. Namjoon will want a full report and debrief first thing.”

As curious as Shayne is, Seokjin’s right. Their voices are already turning into a muddied slur of sounds. There’s something she wants to think about, something that was said but she can’t seem to filter through the recent conversation with any clarity. The niggling is still there, a worry that she can’t placate, as consciousness slips away.

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Noona! Please! Help! - Part 4

Fandom: BTS Characters: Younger Brothers BTS and Elder Sister Narrator Genre: A Little Dramatic and A Little Comedic Word Count: 900+ Words Warning: Academic stress, despair etc. Note: It’s a siblings AU story of BTS with the narrator as their elder sister. I tried to write something different from what I usually write about. I had fun making this. Hope it makes you feel good too. Happy Reading Everyone :)

Summary: Her little brothers can’t attend to a single task without her help. Be it a dance competition or asking out a girl for a date, they always seem to be finding everything too hard to go through without her by their side. ‘Our lucky charm’; that’s what they like to call her. But what if she turns out to be a misfortune in different situations in one single day?

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - More to come

Goodbye, SNU...:

11:17 a.m. 1st September, 2015

Almost all the students seem to have gotten out of the exam hall already but there is no sign of Jimin. What can that mean?

"I don't think his exam went well, noona!" Yoongi quietly puts my thoughts into words.

I shake my head, "He must be talking to a friend. Jimin’s exam must go well. He prepared for it for months."

"Accidents happen, you know!" Yoongi shrugs.

Finally I see Jimin, slouching, coming out of that building all alone. My heart feels heavy. Jimin will not recover from this any time soon if something goes wrong.

Yoongi calls out, "Jiminah! Here!"

There is a moment of confusion in his face at first. Then it fades to recognition. He slowly walks towards us and gives a weak smile.

"Was it that bad?" I ask.

Jimin nods. His smile turns upside down. And the next thing we know is his eyes are wet. Jimin is crying.

I am sitting at a cafe table waiting for my two brothers to come from the washroom, wondering what life lesson the older one is teaching the younger one in his hour of despair. It does not take long. Finally, they make their way towards me.

“Everything okay, now?” I ask.

“Tolerable!” Yoongi sighs. There is a hint of annoyance in his voice.

As soon as they sit down, Jimin begins ranting about all the silly mistakes he had made. His brain was a mess during the exam time so he couldn’t concentrate properly and he had marked the number of bills and coins in South Korea to be five and four respectively whereas the answer is quite the opposite.

“C’mon, Jiminah, everyone knows that” Yoongi grunts mockingly and I glare at him to stop teasing.

I turn to Jimin and, noticing the dark circles and the sharp jawline, ask him, “Have you been properly eating and sleeping, Jiminie?”

“What?” His look was wearied. That answers my question.

I say, “Listen! What you really need is a proper meal and some sleep.” I check the watch on my wrist and calculate the amount of time still remaining before I meet up with Namjoon. “Alright! Let’s go to granma’s place and I’ll cook both of you some hearty meals.”

Driving all the way to granma’s place is tiring to some extent. It is all the more exhausting when you have a passenger talking non-stop about how terrible he’s feeling and how his life is all dark ahead of him as if not getting into SNU means that your life’s over. I understand that all the unnecessary amount of caffeine Jimin had consumed within the last few months had done little to no good to him. What surprises me more is the level of patience Yoongi has for Jimin. Because I am slowly losing my mind right now.

At last, here I am, trying to make some quick healthy lunch for me and my two little ones.

“You're home already?” The youngest enters the kitchen.

Alright. Three little ones now.

I hastily add more water and some spicy ingredients to the soup before turning to speak to Jungkook. “Yes! Just to prepare lunch. Go say hi to Yoongi and Jimin.”

“They're here?” He excitedly leaves without waiting for my answer.

The familiar sound of the boys’ laughter fills the living room. It is carried to my ears which in turns brings a smile to my lips. I prepare the dishes, pour the soup, take the kimchi out of the fridge and finally call Yoongi to help me carry them to the table.

I am surprised to not find Jimin in the dining room.

“Hyung fell asleep so I carried him to my room. He looked so tired. Didn't want to wake him up.” Jungkook informs.

“But the food will go cold when he wakes up.” I say.

Yoongi pulls the sleeve of my shirt and motions me to sit down, “it's alright. I'll just warm them up for him.”

I say, “You start eating. I’m gonna go check on him.”

Yoongi shrugs, “he’ll be alright, noona. We all do.”

I nod a little but my heart does not agree. Jimin is a perfectionist. I know how much it hurts him when he fails to meet his ambitions. And it pains me to even think how this is going to affect him. He is going to be so hard on himself from now on.

I step inside Jungkook’s almost-bare-except-for-a-bed bedroom and find Jimin snoring softly. He looks peaceful in his sleep. Almost angelic other than the fact that he has lost so much weight over the past few months so he looks kinda ill. His eyes have sunken into perfect brown circles and his jawlines look as if it can cut.

I slowly run my hand over his hair as my eyes start to prick. I wish he would stop worrying about being perfect. I wish he knew he was more than his mistakes. I wish he knew how much he is loved.

I quietly go back to eat. Luckily Yoongi and Jungkook are already immersed in a conversation about some comic books that I barely know about. After a few minutes of munching on my food in silence, my phone rings from the kitchen so I have to excuse myself. It is Namjoon.

“Noona! It's already 1:50. Are you sure you can make it in time?” I hear Namjoon's worried voice from the other side of the speaker.

“I'm leaving home right away. You wait for me a little longer. Can you do that?”

There is a moment of silence. Then Namjoon speaks, “of course, I'll wait. I ain't doing this without my lucky charm.”

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Hello :)

I just found your blog and I enjoy reading your headcanon. And I love the fact that you write for plus size reader because it's hard to find here 😭

Can I request, aftercare with BTS? Hehe thank you

thank you for being patient and waiting on this request! i hope that you enjoy this small excerpt. 💜

꒰ ꒱ pairing: ot7 bangtan x plus size reader.

꒰ ꒱ rating: 18+! please proceed responsibly.

꒰ ꒱ word count: under 1k.

꒰ ꒱ warning(s): orgasm, aftercare, fluff, hints that namjoon x reader break the rules often.

꒰ ꒱ note 4 reader: enjoy! sorry that it took so long to post, but i hope that it was worth it most importantly!

“fuck, fuck!” you squealed, throwing your head back into a chest that felt more like a pair of pillows. the uncontrollable shake of your legs from your most recent orgasm had been something that you were embarrassed about, cheeks heating up at how worn you had been.

“come back to us,” namjoon said softly, placing a soft kiss at your ear and engulfing you in his arms so that he could rub at your belly. catching your breath was the easy thing, facing the pair of eyes that was cleaning up your mess would be the hardest thing.

“she’s done, that’s enough.” you could hear jin come into the room, placing a pillow underneath your thighs so that you could rest from keeping them in the air. against your own wants, your eyes opened to look at him and give him a weak smile.

jungkook had been busy turning the toy off and cleaning it while jimin was preparing what appeared to be something for you to consume. “how was it?” hobi asked, scooting closer and placing a soft kiss at your lips. how could you even answer the question? you’d had a mind blowing, mind numbing orgasm provided from your lovers.

“it was amazing, just a little sore..” you said and pouted at how your core had continued to throb. gee, did yoongi do a number on you. he knew it too, cleaning up your juices that had squirted all over the floor with a smirk. no comments from the cat like smirk had meant you’d made him proud.

“taehyung should be quick with the bath, no worries,” jimin said, carrying the wooden board with assorted fruits into your bedroom. you desperately longed for the sliced apples on the board, but you knew the steps to this situation —

fucked senseless from a member or few of your choice, multiple rounds of cumming and then a much needed soak in the bathtub with taehyung. you were the most spoiled girl in the world and you had 0 complaints.

“mm,” you said once you felt namjoon carry you bridal style. there was something about the soft look in his eyes as he carried you up the two flights of stairs. “i know i’m heavy.”

“don’t start that baby. you’re as light as a plush,” he said and you giggled, sucking on your bottom lip as you analyzed his features. you wouldn’t mind taking him for a ride… “stop looking at me like that. jin ate me alive for touching you after last time.”

you pouted, the scent of the steamed bathroom coming into your nostrils. however, no taehyung was to be found. he was most likely preparing the vinyl with classics that you loved listening to. “just sneak into my room..” you requested after being placed in the bathtub. namjoon fought the temptation, but shared no response when taehyung came in with a towel around his waist.

“we’ll be watching the notebook and listening to some bon jovi afterwards,” taehyung said in his most professional way possible, jimin laughing from the bedroom. he pouted and went to confront him on what was funny, your eyes lingering on namjoon as he exited.

you submerged yourself in the tub, giggles from jimin putting you to peace. you were so thankful to be with bangtan.

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→chapter 2: taking ass and kicking names

→ pairing: demon! ot7 bts x rebel!poc OC named Afternoon

→ genre/au: science fiction, dystopian au, thriller, smut, fluff, angst, enemieis to lovers, enemies to friends.

→ chapter summary: A little looksy loo at the Facility, a brief mention of afternoon’s past, and maybe some ass-kicking

→ rating: 18+

→wc: 5.7k

→warnings: mention of torture, mention of death, misuse of authority, sword-fighting, mention of bruising, please let me know if i missed something

→ author’s note: thank you to @hesperantha for betaing for me. please. im going to hire you, you made this chapter so much better. I’ve seen a bunch of people do this but this fic relies heavily on comments and asks!

if you would like to be tagged for this fic, please send an ask or comment below! Or you know, dig a tunnel into my home.

The file weighed heavy in her hands, shaking more as each second passed while she thought about her answer. Saying no would cause problems.

Insubordination was an automatic expulsion from the Facility. Chief could easily report Afternoon as a rogue agent and the higher ups within the Facility couldn’t care less about what happened to Afternoon or any individual agent. They wouldn’t send her to Disturbia but they would send her back into the unruly streets of Plais. It would only be a matter of time before she was caught by them.

Saying yes was the easiest choice and the safest. It would ensure she continued to be the hunter, not the hunted.. If she said yes, she could have time to plan everything and have the resources of the Facility on her side. Her team would give her the motivation that was needed to infiltrate Disturbia and save their two friends. She’d need it.

She knew Chief would force her to carry out this mission one way or another. Whether it was by force or by choice, Afternoon would have to go. The will to save people that weren’t just part of her team but her friends was overwhelming.

Afternoon took a deep breath and held it for a moment before exhaling heavily. it. Her team waited in anticipation for her answer. Chief sat behind her desk, a shit-eating grin plastered on her face. She knew what Afternoon’s answer was going to be.

“Yes,” Afternoon finally said flatly. She heard her teammates’ collective gasp.

“Good, you’ll leave-”

“When I say so,” interrupted Afternoon. She met Chief’s gaze, shoulders back, and hoped her voice wouldn’t tremble. “Sending me into Disturbia is one thing, but sending me in there with no preparation will only get me killed. And then neither of us will be able to save Lilith and Marigold.”

Chief’s eyes flashed, and Afternoon thought she saw a hint of a crimson around her irises. Must’ve been her imagination.

“Afternoon, this mission requires you to take immediate action. How long are you saying you need to prepare?”

“Long enough to make sure I do the job right. Lilith and Marigold are capable of keeping themselves alive for a couple of weeks.”

“You get three days, Afternoon.”

“A week.”

“Five days.”

“Two weeks.”

Aliah pinched her team leader as she saw Chief’s hands twitch. “Afternoon will take five days! And only inquire about more if she needs it.”

Afternoon nodded in thanks to her co-captain.

Chief folded her arms across her chest and was silent. The only sound in the room was the steady hum of the fan in the corner of the room near the window.

Afternoon glanced out the window at the purples and oranges painted across the sky. The sunset usually made her happy--a signifier that she had survived the day and gave her hope that she would survive the next as well. This time, though, she couldn't ignore the growing dread in the pit of her belly.

“Five days it is,” Chief finally stated. “No more and no less. You have full use of the resources that the Facility has. Money, weapons, food. It is all at your beck and call.”

“That was the plan anyway. You didn’t think I was going to hell on Earth with the clothes on my back did you?”

“That’s how Lilith and Marigold went. So why not you?”

“They were captured with their equipment. I know for certain that their gear wasn’t taken away. Disturbia wouldn’t be what it is if no one had protection.”

Chief swore under her breath, but backed down. “Your main goal is to bring my girls back. I don’t care if you escape or not. If they come back alive and tell me,you sacrificed yourself for them, I’d dance on your grave.”

Afternoon's hand seemed to raise of its own accord. Unbidden, the folder flew through the air toward Chief's head. The important papers that had laid out the details of the ill-willed mission flew around the room, whichTaylor would later say reminded them of paper airplanes.

Team Ace gasped as their normally cool-headed leader crawled across the short desk and snatched their Chief by her collar. For a brief second, Aliah thought she saw both of their eyes flash a deep purple.

Afternoon growled, “Let’s get three things clear. First, I am not your puppet. Second, I am doing this of my own accord, not yours. I am choosing to save Lilith and Marigold and bring them back to Team Ace. And third, I plan to come back and whoop your sorry ass in front of your daughters for disregarding the policies of the Facility. You used your mind-control on my team members and injured two of them. I have lost respect for you, Chief.”

And with that, she swept out of the room, an aura of anger trailing after her, leaving her team members in utter shock.

The Facility was stationed in an old university that had been abandoned by its students, faculty, and staff during The First Year.

The administration building, which was located to the north of the campus, housed the Chief’s quarters along with the meeting halls. The Facility’s founders were said to be in there as well. However, according to Taylor, they were never around.

Behind the administration building was the mess hall, which was just one of the many dining halls that students had once used. It was rare for anyone to eat there now, since the Facility had decided to use some of its considerable resources to incorporate mini-cafeterias into each of the dorms. Instead, the mess hall was mainly used for announcements for all of the teams.

A walk and a half down the hill was the library and the various buildings that previously housed the colleges. They were used to teach the kids who hadn’t finished high school and those who were selected to receive special training or were tapped for leadership trained here.

There were three dorms in the south of the campus, each housing multiple teams. There was the biggest dorm, The One Hundred, the closest to everything dorm: The Middle, and the smallest was The Three Hundred which is where Afternoon and her team live.. The old faculty of the university had thought it was amusing. Floors were occupied by different teams. The One Hundred could easily hold forty teams, The Middle held thirty, and The One Hundred was only able to hold ten. Eighty teams of eight people made up six hundred and forty agents of the Facility, all of whom were “rescued”off of the streets or enticed by a so-called reward the Facility would give them.

To the east, across from the railroad track, was the recreation center. The Facility’s recruits preferred to call it the combat gym. This is where the teams sparred with each other. Simply stepping into the gym meant you had to be on guard. People were usually hiding by the doors, ready to swipe an unsuspecting person.

It was where Afternoon was headed after the unfortunate meeting with Chief.

She needed to blow off the anger by beating up a poor rookie who knew no better than to challenge her. Was it the best way to deal with her confusing emotions? Probably not. But, if she was going to Disturbia, she might as well get as much practice in as she could.

Rock music by some band that had disbanded long ago blared through the speakers on the walls.

The first floor was mostly for people who wanted to chill and do a couple of squats or yoga. However, Afternoon had been a victim of becoming a pretzel when she let her guard down once. She avoided the area, so she kept going.

The second floor was a typical gym. Rollers, dumbbells, kettlebells and balls, treadmills, bikes and other equipment littered the floors in an organized chaos. Afternoon had seen someone almost get crushed by an exercise ball.

Her preferred floor was the third floor. It was primarily used for practice with swords–one of Afternoon’s favorite weapons to yield. The room was the size of a basketball court and was layered with blue foam floor mats. The windows were covered by blackout curtains, which made the room darker than what it should have been when handling dangerous weapons.

However, it was part of their training as agents of the Facility. Their main goal was to infiltrate Disturbia. And Disturbia was midnight in a forest form.

There were already a couple of teams inside the building waiting to unleash the day’s stress on some poor unfortunate soul. Afternoon nodded to a few of them even though in just a few minutes, they would become nothing but objects at the end of her sword.

Walking towards the back of the room, she opened the closet door that stored the weaponry. Falchions, sabers, claymores, katanas, and some Afternoon didn’t know the name of were for her choosing. Her favorite, though, was the double bladed sword. They were barely bigger than daggers, perfect for two-handed combat in close quarters. With them, Afternoon could could dance around two opponents and slice her way through an enemy line.

Grabbing one for each hand, she closed the closet door with her foot. She gripped the fine cloth that kept the swords together and gave them a twirl one at a time.

Perfect.

Sam, the lookout and paramedic for the third floor, blew his whistle. He was a tall, lanky blond man. He wore a crisp white shirt and khakis with too many pockets. His smile refused to wane even as the bulkiest of the agents stood in front of him. He made eye contact with each person as they all filed into the space, green eyes lingering on each face for at least a second or two.

“Alright, peeps. You already know the rules, but for the Facility’s sake I’ll repeat them,” he took out a piece of paper from one of the many pockets decorating his khaki’s. “Number one: your blades are all rubber. So there shouldn’t be any killing,” he says jokingly with a smile on his face. “Number two: if your opponent is downed, move on. Continuing to hit them will result in a foul and you will be put on dish duty for the week. Number three: remember that Disturbia waits for us all, so have fun while you can, but remember this is how you will fend for yourself.” He put it away after that happy note and smiled brightly at the agents in front of him. “Good luck out there. And newbies–”

“What. Sam?” An unfamiliar voice rose over the crowd as one of the rookies called out. “We just want to get out there and kick ass!” “I know you do,” he laughed. “I was just going to say watch out for Afternoon. She has her babies with her.” His green eyes found Afternoon’s brown ones and shone with glee. “ You may begin. ”

“Who the hell is Afternoon and who the hell names their child Afternoon ?” The rookie kept going.

Afternoon kicked their knee, sending them to the ground. Then she spun her left hand’s sword and flicked it across his back. Had the sword been metal, his back would’ve been sliced to smithereens. The rubber would just leave him with a nasty bruise on his back and an even worse one on his ego.

“I am Afternoon! And my momma named me after her favorite time of the day.”

She heard a wild scream from behind her and used the sword in her right hand to stab backwards. A yelp and a thud made her smile.

She spun around, keeping her arms elongated, thwarting any more sneak attacks. A brave rookie tried to jerk their claymore lazily in her direction. It was a weapon designed for close quarters combat, and the heftiness was obviously disagreeing with them. They were barely able to pick it up after that so-called jab.

She glided over to them and swept her right hand upright, sending her opponent reeling back.

“You broke my nose!”

“A lot more would have been broken had it not been for this rubber, rookie.”

She turned to face an older agent, Sarah, Sam’s twin sister. The same blonde hair and green eyes. Like Sam, she wore a smile that would stay there until she died. Unlike Sam, though, she was sculpted muscle. And the muscles were real and useful.

“Afternoon! How was your afternoon?” She laughed at her joke.

“Very funny,” Afternoon began to circle around Sarah. Her weak spots were usually hard to spot. But she had them. “But it was shitty thanks to Chief.”

“What’d Chief do?”

Sarah pulled something out of her pocket, a wicked blade that Afternoon silently thanked was rubber.

“Gave me an impossible mission but I couldn’t say no.”

Lunging herself at Sarah wouldn’t be a smart move. The blade that Sarah used was meant for close combat and was easy to maneuver unlike her twin blades. However, Afternoon had the advantage of having two weapons, which would (hopefully) get her another hit in.

She swiped at the blonde who easily jumped back, and used the weight of the swords to launch herself for another attack.

Sarah round-about kicked Afternoon into one of the walls. Pain ricocheted up the left side of her body.

“You can always say no to the missions. The Facility works through consent, you know this.”

Afternoon shook her head as she planned her next move. “Not this time.”

“Hm,” Sarah fingered the blade in her hands. “Mind telling the class what it is then?”

“Classified.”

Deciding that she had no choice but to get into close range, she threw her left sword to the ground and rushed at Sarah and tackled the older girl to the ground. Sarah must have been anticipating it though, since she managed to send Afternoon flying back into the wall.

She thought she heard something crack this time.

“Damn!”

Sarah laughed and came over to help Afternoon. “You’ll never beat me, Noon.”

Afternoon grunted, holding her arm close. “One of these days, Sarah.”

The fight between the two girls had lasted no more than a simple conversation. It was the longest Afternoon had ever held her ground against Sarah.

By the time Sam had called the fight officially over, Afternoon had been healed and given a “you’ll get it next time” pat on the back. Sarah had completely wiped the floor with everyone, but Afternoon held to the pride that she lasted the longest. One of the guys that was seated next to her in the infirmary had his head almost knocked off.

Sam sashayed into the room with his sister by his side. She looked like his personal bodyguard. Not an inch of sweat was on her forehead.

“Alright, champs. You all got beat to oblivion. But you did your best.”

Afternoon counted down the seconds before he launched into his regular speech.

“But, rookies, the field is going to be worse. The enemies won’t have rubber or plastic swords. They might not even have swords. Our goal at the Facility is… what?”

“Take control of what we lost,” everyone said.

“Exactly. And the only way to do this is with everyone prepared. What I saw out there was terrible and I will be letting your chiefs know that every single one of you will need extra training. So be prepared to see your schedules get a lot more hectic. Got it?”

“Got it,” everyone said.

“Good. Now go eat dinner!”

The infirmary filled with a mild chaos as everyone filed out of the room. Afternoon wished she had waited for her team, so they could have all walked back to the dorm together. They had more than likely gone to another sparring class.

Instead, she had to walk alone with her thoughts. It was fine though. The night was warm and the walk wasn’t a long one.

Besides, she needed to think. What would she do in five days? What did she need? Who did she need? If she knew her teammates well enough, they had snatched up the folder she had thrown, gathered all the papers, and read through it. They would know that she could bring one person with her. But who exactly would it be?

Her stomach growled and she forced herself to move quicker. She hadn’t eaten all day, and the energy for the fight had only been a result of her anger at Chief. Her thoughts went back to when she thought her leader’s eyes had changed colors.

Crimson.

Her only knowledge of eyes changing colors was with one of them. And he wasn’t allowed to set foot on this campus. Not without alerting everyone. But Afternoon knew better. He could do whatever the hell he wanted. And if he wanted to use her respectable leader, then he very much would if it meant getting under her skin.

“Shit.”

If it was him, then she just fell into his trap. Hook, line, and sinker. She should have known, but now it was too late. Besides, she needed to save her teammates and friends.

“Afternoon! Where did you go?” Aliah was barreling towards her. Behind her was Taylor, Aria, and Holly. Jack was probably already stuffing his face.

“Went to the rec. Got my ass beat by Sarah again.”

Taylor giggled, “You’re never gonna win that fight are you?” “Of course she’s not. Sarah always converses with her and Afternoon falls for it every single time.”

“Aria, shut up. And I’ll have you know that I lasted an entire conversation this time, boo.”

Holly joined in with Taylor’s laughing, making Afternoon’s cheeks warm.

“Y’all leave the poor girl alone,” Aliah chastised. “Besides, she needed it after the bullshit Chief put her through.”

“I needed an ass-whooping?” She asked playfully.

Aliah simply smiled and patted her captain on the back. “Let’s go eat. We gots a lot to chat about don’t we?”

The cafeteria was large enough for twenty round tables that could sit eight. Yellow walls and white lights greeted them as they made their way into the building. Their cafeteria was filled with the chatter of their dorm mates. The smell of french fries and burgers wafted through Afternoon’s nose and she couldn’t wait to get a bite of a veggie burger loaded with everything on it. Her stomach began to growl harder and louder as she made her way closer.

The group gets in line and feels their plates to the brim before finding a place to sit. Their usual table was near the exit to the elevators (courtesy of Aria who loved having a quick escape to her room). Jack was already sitting down with two burgers on his tray.

“Lucky bastard,” Holly remarked disapprovingly.

Jack must’ve heard her since he said, “I got my ass kicked early so I could get the first pick.”

Afternoon nearly swallowed her whole plate and chugged down her soda. Stress and skipping two meals had made her hungrier than a horse.

“Girl, if you don’t slow down-”

“Gonna get another plate. I’ll be back.”

“I knew this was going to happen,” Holly said. Her accent and the food in her mouth making it sound like she was saying “Aif knewf dist twas goanna to hawwen.”

“Same,” Taylor handed their burger over to Jack, who accepted it gleefully. They hated burgers, but adored fries so their plate was loaded with extra portions from everyone

Afternoon rolled her eyes and went to make herself another plate. However, Aliah wasn’t budging.

“You’re going to be sick if you eat another plate so soon. So sit down and let it settle.”

Afternoon grumbled but sat down. She may have been Captain, but Aliah was co-captain. And she had been picked for a reason.

“We read through your file. We think you should reconsider your answer.”

Oh. She wasn’t prepared for that.

“Why?”

“It’s dangerous. You might not come back. And then Marigold and Lilith will be damned right along with you,” Aria huffed. She wasn’t one to curse.

“Yes, it is dangerous, but I made a decision-”

“Without us,” interrupted Jack. He wiped his mouth clean before continuing, “You made a decision without your team.”

“We know you can take one of us with you,” Holly pointed out.

Afternoon felt a terrible churning deep in her belly as the food she'd eaten so quickly threatened to revolt. This wasn’t a conversation she wanted to have in the middle of dinner, in a cafeteria full of other teams.

“I’m not taking any of you with me. Like you said, it’s dangerous and-”

Cries of “What the hell and “What the fuck” rose from her team. It attracted the attention of a nearby team named Team Bee, one of the members actually getting up and coming over to their table to assist. Just her luck. It was Leah. The one person who she was going to have to consult for this mission.

Leah was a short Latina with wide dove-gray eyes and a delicate build, but everyone quickly learned she wasn’t to be trifled with. She was quick-witted and used her small frame to get into the smallest of places. She kept her hair short and her clothes plain. She was her team’s best covert operations agent. If they needed her to disappear in and out quickly, then she could be.

“What’s with all the yelling, folks? Afternoon, you need help?” Leah asked, assuming position.

“No, Leah,” she kept her head down, feeling a headache coming along. “They’re just upset about a mission.”

“What’s the mission? Perhaps I can help.”

A flashback to a time where she and Leah were on an impromptu team flooded through Afternoon’s thoughts. It almost made her smile.

“Actually, Leah, sit down. We need to fill you in.”

After telling Leah the experience with Chief and the contents of the files, Leah sat back and stared at Afternoon, who was doing the same to her. Her brown eyes met Leah’s gray ones.

“Wow.”

“Wow is correct.”

“You really have to go back there?” Aliah’s eyes roamed back and forth between them. “What do you mean by ‘go back’”

“I was the one who recruited Afternoon to become an agent of the Facility. I saw her one day out on the street, hiding behind a trash can. I knew who she was instantly. Now she’s just a few years older…and a few years wiser…”

It was the First Year. The year they had come up from below the Earth and decided they wanted to take over. They became the law of the land. Judge, jury, executioner. They loaded those who didn’t agree with them into vans and sent them to their own version of Hell.

Disturbia. A forest so deep and so dark that you could lose sight of yourself there. But it’s not just a forest. It’s a jail in the form of abandoned woods filled with horror. They don’t kill you. That would be too easy.

They make you work for your survival. They make it hard. They make it rough.

Afternoon was only ten when she and her parents were loaded into a van one day. Away from the home she had grown up in. Her parents had committed an act of treason. They had protested against this new government.

As soon as she arrived, they were separated by people who couldn’t care less about the tears falling down her face as she reached for her mom and dad desperately.

She was placed in a run-down cottage with other kids around her age and some much older. The cottage was supposed to only housed about six people at the most. Afternoon had a feeling there was more than that. The living room was filled with bunk beds and mats. Afternoon had to squeeze her way through the hallway to get to the bathroom. The bathroom was, thankfully, clean and well taken care of. It had cold running water that she used to clean her face and wash her hands. The toilet seemed to be working too.

Across from the bathroom was a small kitchen-a stove, a fridge, and one countertop. Noodle packs were sitting on the floor in crates. A girl barely older than Afternoon was watching over a large pot of boiling water.

She introduced herself as Leah, wand turned out to be thirteen but so short Afternoon had mistaken her to be around her age. . She had been there months before Afternoon arrived and told the girl a few things she knew as she cooked noodles to feed everyone.

She pointed out where the guards like to watch over them. Taught them their names and their abilities.

“Don’t ever say their names aloud. They are demons. And demons go where demons are called.”

Afternoon made sure to remember that.

Leah introduced her to some of the other kids in the living room as they handed out bowls. There were fifteen children in all. All without parents. Taken away by monsters that wanted pure dominance.

It made her angry.

“We’re going to bust out of here soon. And we’re going to need you.”

“What about our parents?” Leah patted Afternoon’s afro. “We don’t think of them anymore.”

“Why not, Leah? We’re going to need as much people power if we want to escape. You said it yourself!”

The other kids smiled sadly at Afternoon. She hated it. The smiles felt like pity.

“Afternoon, there are things here that I hope you never find out,” Leah started. “And what happens to parents is one of those things.”

Afternoon was afraid to ask what happened. Her emotions were already all over the place from being separated. From the joy she had lost. From the love she she missed already.

Leah walked her over to a bed and laid her on it.

“Sleep. And then we’re getting you right back out of here. OK? You don’t need to worry.”

“Shouldn’t I know the plan now?” “You’re pretty damn smart, pequeño.”

“Yeah, I am. Now tell me the plan,” Afternoon demanded as she fluffed her pillow–it was as hard as rock.

Leah had been there longer and clearly knew the ropes already, but it was obvious that she and Afternoon were on the same page in terms of wanting to take action, neither one of them content to be left to their fate.

The group of parentless kids each told their parts of the plan. Afternoon soon found out that they were planning on a riot.

“Where are you going to get a bunch of people to even riot? There’s only ten of you, plus me, which makes eleven. That’s not exactly a distraction.”

Lee Jimin answered her question. He was one of the kids who had been here for a year.

“Some of us aren’t leaving. I won’t. Spent too much time here, and I know newbies are still going to be coming whether we escape or not. Someone has to be here to teach them the ropes.”

“That’s bullshit!” Leah pinched Afternoon’s cheeks. “Language!”

Jimin smiled sadly at the little girl. “She’s right though. It is bullshit. But if it gets kids like you out of here and back into the world, then I don’t mind.”

After some gentle (and not so gentle) coaxing, Afternoon settled under the scratchy blanket they had given her and fell asleep. She dreamed of her mother’s warm arms and her dad’s chocolate chip cookies. She didn’t know if she would ever see them again.

When she woke up, it was the same as it was before she fell asleep. Dark and cold. Uninviting. Her mom had named her after her favorite time of the day. When the sun had settled in the sky and was preparing for the evening. The middle of the day where your day could turn around for the best or the worst.

The other kids were already gone, probably preparing for their parts of the plan. They had let her sleep in.

“Wake up, sleepyhead,” Leah sang as she handed Afternoon a granola bar.

She took it and unwrapped it, eating as she spoke. “Is it really waking up if the sun didn’t come up?”

“The sun never rises or sets here. We only have the moon, and even that can be an enemy,” Leah sighed. “That’s why we gotta get you small ones-” “I’m not small!” “You are to them.” Afternoon finished off her granola, a little sad that her breakfast was so meek. “Are they really demons?” Leah nodded, taking Afternoon’s wrapper and throwing it into a small pile of trash near the door. Afternoon took the time to really look at Leah. Even though only a few years separated them in age, Leah seemed infinitely older. Since Afternoon had gotten here, she was always frowning. Always in thought.

“Well. I’ll give you a moment to get yourself together. The sink has running water, so you can clean your face. And there’s some clean clothes in the drawer. I’ll be back in a few. I hope you’re prepared for the shitshow.”

She wasn’t prepared. There were screams. Everywhere. They had been running for what seemed like hours. Most of the kids had given up earlier. It was only due to Leah and Jimin that she was able to carry on.

They were close to their escape–Afternoon could feel it on her tongue.

But they were close, too.

She could hear them muttering amongst themselves. Trees rustled as they breezed by. They were going to catch up with the group. And who knew what would happen to them if they were caught.

It was at this moment that Afternoon knew what to do. She had only been here for a day whereas most of the children had been here for the year. Afternoon didn’t have anywhere to go without her parents. And her parents were still here. She could feel it in her soul.

She broke out of the group and ran in a different direction. She sped through the trees, getting a few scratches from branches and a couple of leaves in her mouth. Nothing was going to deter her.

She could hear Leah and Jimin yell for her. She prayed they wouldn’t come after her.

Please escape. I’ll see you guys soon.

She ran until she came across a clearing. The moonlight cast an eerie glow in the center of the field. The grass was still as if it were anticipating Afternoon’s move. Or as if it sensed what she was going to do.

Afternoon remembered what Leah had told her in the kitchen.

“You call one of their names. They all come.”

She took a deep breath and steeled herself before calling their names. She couldn’t change her mind now. The fate of the others rested on her shoulders. And she’d be damned if the other kids couldn’t make it out.

She screamed as loud as her lungs would allow her. “Kim Namjoon!”

Nothing happened for several moments. But then, the hairs on the back of her neck started to rise. Her skin started to itch. And her body froze.

She could no longer flex her fingers or even blink.

Fear rose within her, but she tamped it down with the comfort that the others would escape.

It was only a pregnant second before she saw them.

They were young, handsome men. Men her mom would have swooned at, and men her dad would have cracked a beer open with.

Right now…right now their eyes were set on her big, innocent brown ones.

Taking the stairs had never made Afternoon so grateful. She was able to be rid of the awkwardness that would have come with the elevator ride to their floor.

Her body was tired and her emotions were frayed. Thinking back to that fateful day had left her feeling hollow.

The hallway to her room seemed to stretch into a thousand miles.

“Afternoon!” Aliah yelled out.

“Not now, Aliah,” she huffed out.

The rest of her team were quiet. They had known their leader was strong, but to hear she had braved Disturbia…Respect for her had risen.

Holly raced in front of Afternoon and blocked her from continuing, despite being the smallest member of the team.

“Stop.” Her Scottish accent made it cute.

Taylor and Jack stood next to her. Taylor picked at their nails while saying, “You know we love you, right?”

“Yes. But apparently, you don’t love me enough to get the hell out of my way.”

Jack rolled his eyes. Aliah and Aria made their way around her too, so that her incomplete team without Marigold and Lilith stood in front of her. Their eyes trained on hers.

Afternoon expected to see some sort of pity but detected none.

Aliah spoke, “Afternoon, we’ve known each other for years. We trained together as rookies. We sleep in the same room, for fuck’s sake.”

“I know I didn’t tell you. It’s not exactly something you tell people.”

“Yes it is,” Aria exclaimed. “You’re the Facility’s greatest asset. And-”

“First of all, I’m no one’s asset. I’m not a tool.”

“That’s not what I meant.”

“What she meant, Afternoon,” Jack started, cutting his eyes towards Aria. “We don’t deserve you as our team leader.”

An audience was gathering on the stairs behind them.

“Can we take this to me and Aliah’s room?”

“Nah, I’m tired. Jack and I are going to get some shut-eye,” Taylor yawned.

“We are?” “Yes.”

Taylor dragged poor Jack by the ear and started off to their room. Aria and Holly followed suit, leaving Aliah and Afternoon alone in front of their door.

“Why’d they change their minds so quickly?”

Aliah shrugged and opened the door to their room. The smell of Aliah’s essential oils permeated the air. It was set on an hourly mist so they’d always come into a room smelling of lavender or morning dew.

Afternoon fell onto her bed, not bothering to take off her suit and boots. That would be tomorrow's problem.

“Good thing tomorrow afternoon is laundry day for our floor. Those sheets are gonna be stanky as hell,” commented Aliah dryly.

“You’re right, but I don’t care.”

Afternoon felt Aliah’s eyes on her back, so she turned over to face her friend.

“What?”

“You’re going to take me.”

If Afternoon hadn’t been as tired as she felt, she would have sat up. Instead, she dragged a pillow under head and nodded. Her eyes were slowly closing.

“I’ll sleep on it and let you know tomorrow.”

Her body relaxed and she fell asleep under Aliah’s watchful but caring gaze.

HERE IS ZE POLL!

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Stars to my moon | chapter-7 |

Genre: Soulmateau! Idolau!Angst;fluff;drama;romance, polyamorousAu!

Pairing: ot7×f!OC

Summary: He took big strides, halting right in front of me as he bends to my eye level, causing me lean back a little. I could feel his breath fanning my face, looking into his eyes, I could see a storm of anger into them.

"We have been nothing but considerate of you and your feelings, while all you've given in return is rejection and cold shoulder since day one." He grits out.

when Selene's 22nd birthday doesn't go as she expected, her world turns upside down, making her resent her soulmates. Will she ever come to accept them in her life or will she continue to run away holding onto her past love?

Word count: 5.5k

Taglist: @effielumiere

Two days later, I find myself in front of their apartment again.

Not only because the distance from my soulmates was taking a toll on my body, but because I had reached a decision.

I ring the bell. Even after staying at this place for a week, I didn't know the passcode. But well, I didn't need to since I never went outside the dorm.

Brown eyes greet me as the door opens, but the usual steel-hard glare was missing. Instead, his eyes refused to let any emotion seep out as soon as he registered my face.

"Hi, I uh, can I come in?" I ask him, and he moves over in response.

As soon as I step into the apartment, I asked him, "Are Jin and Jimin here?"

"In their rooms," he replies shortly. I expected him to call them out, but he shifted to the kitchen, not sparing me another glance.

I scoff at his behavior, I still don't understand what his problem is. He is acting like I am the one who called him a bitch.

Rolling my eyes, I move to their bedrooms.

Even if I still don't like Taehyung, he did make me ponder on the words I said that night and the words he said to me. As much as I don't like that he called me a bitch, I think he was right about the other stuff.

I was not treating Jimin and Jin right. Not the way they deserved to be treated. Even after all of my cold attitude and snappy behavior, they cared for me, stood by me, and when Taehyung was insulting me, Jimin stuck up for me, even after I had just embarrassed him in front of his members. They didn't care about anything but my well-being.

Both the guys had been calling me several times these past two days, texting me- asking if I was alright and that they're sorry. When I had read that text, I laughed like a madwoman. What were they apologizing for? I was the one that did them wrong. I was the one who didn't give Jimin time to explain about the necklace. I was the one at fault for everything that had been going on in our friendship.

I knock at Jimin's door first. I owe him an apology the most.

"Come in!" he calls over from the other side.

I open the door, finding him- laying on the bed on his stomach, his face hidden in the pillow.

I move to sit on the bed beside him, his back facing me.

When I don't say something, he turns around, and as soon as his eyes see that it's me and not one of his members, he sits up straight.

"Selene!? What-"

"I came to apologize." I interrupt him.

"You don't need to." he comes closer to me.

"Yes, I do. I was blinded by my anger and guilt that day that I neglected your feelings. You were in no way wrong, and I couldn't see it, and I'm sorry for that. I'm sorry for the way I reacted not only that day but also for the whole week. I'm sorry for blaming you for my breakup, and I'm thankful. I'm thankful that you kept my necklace safe, you could have thrown it away, you were in no way obligated to keep it, especially when you weren't sure that it was mine. Thank you Park Jimin, for everything." I reach out and cover his hand with mine, not once meeting his eyes.

He slides his hand from mine, and for a second, I think he won't forgive me, he'll throw me out of his room but instead, he wraps his arms around me, making me freeze.

Alright, I was not expecting that.

"You don't need to thank me, Selene, we're connected on a much deeper level. We're connected by our souls, I will always take care of you." He murmurs in Korean, now that they know that I can understand their language, I'm sure, it's going to be a common occurrence.

When I don't hug him back he backs off, "I understand if you still don't accept us, I am fine with staying friends."

I shake my head, "No, I may not fully accept you just yet, but I'm willing to try. I'm ready to give this a chance." I promise him, and his face breaks into the brightest smile, eyes turning into crescent moons. I swear that was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.

"I don't need anything else," He says, and I give his hand a squeeze.

"Well, I need to make another apology stop, but I should tell you since I accepted your offer of the apartment next door, I'll move into it tomorrow." saying this, I turn around- moving out of his room and towards Jin's.

I knock on the door, and not a second later, the door opens. An expression of surprise crosses the handsome face of my soulmate before he schools his features and his eyes start to assess me worryingly, "Are you ok?"

"I am okay, Jin." I smile, even after all I said to him that day, the first question he asks me is if I'm okay.

"Can I come in?" With my question as if he came back down to earth, he moves aside.

Stepping into his room, I turn back around to him as he closes the door.

"I called you," he comments. I know what he wants to know, what am I doing here if I didn't answer his calls or texts? And I wanted to, God help me, I wanted to, but I didn't know what to say to them. I didn't want to apologize on the phone, and I did not have the courage to come back here until now.

"I know," I reply softly, deciding to tell him the truth I begin, "After all I did, I didn't have the courage to face you again."

"Then why are you here again?"

"I- I wanted to apologize."

"I worried. What if something happen-" he stops mid-sentence, shaking his head. "I just got you, I can't lose you." he looks at me with so much intensity I could break right there.

"I'm sorry-"

"I don't want your sorry, Selene. I want you to not be reckless. I want you to stay. To take responsibility." he interrupts me.

"And I will. I am here to tell you that I will try to accept our fate. To accept you," Hearing my words, he freezes.

"Chin-ja?" he asks, and I nod.

"Thank you," he says. I shake my head.

"You don't need to thank me Jin, I need to thank you for taking care of me. And I apologize. For blaming you that day. For saying those words to you. You did not deserve them, and I'm sorry for that."

"It's okay. You were mad. Hurting. I'll gladly take any of your blows if it means sparing you of that hurt." Tears stung in the back of my eyes, hearing his words.

I lower my head, not wanting him to see me like that. But it's too late as I feel arms wound around my body. And with that hug, I let all of the past frustration, anger, and hurt go. I didn't want my past shadowing my future now. Now that I have finally decided to give them a chance, I didn't want anything to get in between it.

But as I said before, declining my prayers and requests must be the favorite pastime of the Universe.

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I don't move from my spot even as my tears dry. The solace of his arms was like when the warm sunlight embraces you after a cold night. Jin doesn't move back as well, knowing I needed the comfort.

Tipping my head back to look into his eyes, wanting to thank him for his kindness, but as he matched my gaze, my mind goes blank. Just as several times before, I get lost in the ocean of his eyes. They always had this little thing about them, like as they meet my eyes; they shine a little brighter as if the whole universe can be seen in them.

I didn't know if it was the heat of the moment or the pull of our souls, but we slowly started to lean in, my gaze now on his lips. I could feel my heartbeat rising by the second, yet I could do nothing to slow it. My mind only had one thing playing, and that was Jin. His sweet vanilla scent. The warmth of his touch.

I look back into his eyes which were still fixed on my lips, but as if he could sense my calling, he looks up into mine. Asking the question, I, myself didn't have an answer to.

The knocking on the door interrupts us before I could grant him the permission.

Although Jin doesn't move back, still holding me in place, he asks, "Who is it?"

"Hyung, I'm sorry to interrupt but is Selene in there?" Namjoon calls over from the other side of the door.

"Yes, You need something?" He asks back.

"Uh, I needed to talk to her. Do you think I can borrow her for a second?"

"Wait," Jin tells him before looking at me, "You want to talk?"

"Sure, I'll see what he needs," I say, stepping back from his embrace.

He nods, as he moves to open the door. "Are you hungry? Did you eat anything?"

"Uh, A little? I didn't have breakfast,"

"Why? you should not skip breakfast, it's the most important meal of the day!" He scolds me.

"I just wasn't feeling very well," I shrug. It was just a little soul-sickness since I went without any contact with my soulmates for two days straight. I consulted the doctor, Mr. Choi because I was sure it wasn't supposed to take effect that quickly, he told me since I had more than one soulmate, being distant from all of them at the same time caused the soul-sickness so quickly.

But guess telling him about me being unwell was a big mistake because faster than light, he was by my side after opening the door; startling Namjoon with his worry, checking me for any signs of sickness.

"Why? what happened?"

"Nothing, it was just because of the distance, now I'm good. Thanks to you," his ears turn red at the mention of our almost kiss.

"What? what?" Namjoon asks from the door.

"Nothing. You wanted to talk?" I change the topic.

"Oh, um, yeah. Can you come with me?"

"Sure." I turned to Jin, "I'll catch you later."

"I'll make you something," he says, and I nod.

Turning to Namjoon, he leads me out the door. But my mind is still in the room, with Jin. I'm not sure if I wanted that kiss to happen just yet, but I couldn't fight against the pull as well, which was only heightened by our touch. Had Namjoon not interrupted us, I'm sure we would have sealed our bond, and completed it.

I just decided to give them a chance, give us a chance. I didn't want to go so fast. I want things to happen at their time not rush them. And I'm sure Jin would agree.

Lost in my thought, I didn't register when we're out on the balcony. I look over at Namjoon, only to find him already looking at me expectantly.

"I'm sorry, what were you saying?" I sheepishly ask.

"Please don't take me otherwise, but I have a theory, or maybe would be a better word,"

"Okay... What is it?"

"I think you're my soulmate." He says, and my breath gets caught in my throat. What!!?

When I don't say anything, he holds his hand out, asking for my hand. But how, I already have three soulmates, and that is as far as the soulmate groups have gone. There had not been a case of the same person having more than three soulmates. So how can he be mine, right? And even if for a second I pretend that he is one of my soulmates, how will I juggle between four soulmates? Three was already too much.

And Namjoon, he has kinda taken the role of my friend ever since I got here. Knowing my past and even going as far as to hide it from his brothers, endangering his own friendship with them. If he is willing to accept me still, maybe I should too.

"Are you sure?" I ask him hesitantly.

He starts to lower his hand, a dejected look settling over his eyes.

Fuck it!

Maybe him being my soulmate wouldn't be the worst thing in the world. I only have to gain. I reach out and hold his hand, which was a lot bigger than mine but, somehow it molded into his perfectly. And then I feel it, my first ever link of souls where I'm aware of it actually happening. I don't need to look at his finger to see the star sitting on it, I don't need him to tell me that he's my soulmate. I can feel it, and looking into his eyes, I know he can too.

A dimpled smile takes over his features as he looks at our joined hands. I look over at them too. And with the slowest of movements, he moves his hand and intertwines our fingers. The touch was torturously intense that I could feel my heart fighting to stay inside my rib cage, butterflies dancing inside my stomach.

The heat of his eyes was too much for me to handle but at the same time, all strength to move them had left my body. I didn't know what was happening. At this moment, only we mattered. Together. As I said before, gaining him as a soulmate wouldn't be so bad. Not bad at all.

The pull between our souls, working harder than ever. Lost in our own little world, we didn't know which one of us crossed the distance between our bodies, but right now, there wasn't much of it left. One more step and I would be flush against him. I had to crane my neck to look up at him, his eyes shining so brightly as if stars in a night sky.

"Selene, food is ready!" Jin's voice booms over. Startling us, causing us to fling away from each other. I pat down my hair consciously. I know there was nothing wrong with them; I just needed something to do with my hands.

As Jin comes into view, he sends us a questioning gaze, "Why are you smiling?"

Hearing him, my hands automatically reach up to touch my face, and sure enough, I was smiling. I didn't even realize!

He looks over at Namjoon, who all but shows him his ring finger in response, causing the elder to freeze in his spot.

"What the-!??"

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"Mmm...uau! I don't think I'll ever be tired of your cooking. It is soo good!" I comment. Mouth full of the delicious stew he cooked. Honestly, if he wasn't a singer, he could have been a chef.

"Gomawo. I can cook you whatever you want." Jin offers with a smile.

"Careful, I might take you up on that offer." I tease with a pointing look.

"You are welcome to." He replies from across me with Jungkook and Hoseok sitting on both sides while Jimin and Namjoon take up the space on my sides and Taehyung sits beside Namjoon. Yoongi isn't home; he really is missing out on some good food.

When Jin saw the mark on Namjoon's finger, he was surprisingly cool with it, even happy: dare I say. Jimin and Taehyung don't know about it yet, but something tells me Jimin might have a similar reaction to Jin, and well, I don't know Taehyung enough to be predicting his reaction.

"Yah! Namjoon-ah, don't you have something to tell?" Jin says suddenly, catching me off guard. Is telling them while eating a good idea? I don't want to be presumptuous, but I mean, what if they don't like it? I hope they don't leave the table.

"Hmm..." Namjoon voices out, trying to chew faster so he could tell. "Guess I wasn't wrong." he displays his finger again with a shit-eating grin on his face. Wait, wasn't wrong? Did he tell them already?

"What do you mean?" I ask, my eyebrows shifting into a frown as I turn to him. But he isn't the one answering my question.

"Namjoon hyung told us yesterday that he had a hunch you might be his soulmate too. He was telling us before to see if we had a problem if you were," Jimin reveals.

"And what did you say?" my eyebrow raised.

He leans in closer to me as if sharing a secret that is meant to stay between us only, and whispers, "I'll tell later," and he winks.

Uhh... alright...? I look away from him trying not to blush.

I turn back to Namjoon, "How did you even know, though?"

His eyes glaze over to me, "Are you telling me that you didn't feel it? You didn't feel the pull whenever you were near me? Because I did, and at first, I was so confused because I thought it was attraction. But how could I be attracted to my brother's soulmate? However, later after some research, I got to know that it might be a sign of soulmates." he shrugs.

He is asking me if I felt the pull, and to be honest, I did. But I didn't dwell on it as he did. I just shrugged it off since it wasn't something I felt with him only. I felt that way when I was with any of the seven.

Wait. a. damn. fucking. Second.

Does that mean what I think it does? Are all of them my soulmate? Do they know that I am their soulmate? Should I ask? No. that would be too weird, and I'm not ready to make any more connections. The doctor said my three connections were the reason for the early sickness, and I just connected with Namjoon. But they have been waiting too long for their soulmate. Is it fair to keep it from them when I know? How should I approach the subject? Or do I just go all in and rip the band-aid off?

We quietly finish our dinner, the boys wanted me to stay the night since I just connected with Namjoon, and we need proximity and body contact.

"Guys, If I am going to move to the next apartment tomorrow, I need to go back and get everything ready." I counter their requests.

"you don't have to do that. We can take care of your moving." Namjoon states.

"And you fell ill yesterday. I don't want that again. You are going to stay here, and that's final." Jin speaks in a final tone, leaving no room for argument. Still, I try.

"But there's no room; where would I sleep even if I stay." I shrug.

"One of us can bunk with another. You can have that room." Namjoon offers.

"I can't let you guys do that. You should sleep in your own bed." I begin.

"It's alright, Selene. Really. Some of us sneak into each other's room all the time anyway." He assures me, and I sigh. Guess there's no out now.

"A La Mierda, Alright," I reconcile, and they break into cheers as if they won a lottery and not got me to stay the night.

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I toss and turn, but it's as if my mind doesn't know the concept of sleep. The realization of today has my mind running at full speed. How could I have missed it? I had felt the pull towards all of them, yet even while it was so obvious, I had failed to understand it.

I have seven soulmates, and I can't digest that fact. I was worried about juggling three soulmates. It turns out that would have been much easier than juggling seven. Or maybe, I’m wrong, maybe I’m thinking too much about this.

Sighing, I get up and move out of the room.

As the boys promised, I was staying in Jin's room while he was bunking with Jungkook. The latter obviously had no problem with it.

I go to the kitchen to fetch a bottle of water and make my way towards the balcony. If I can't sleep, at least I'll gaze at the stars. But as I slide the balcony door, I see that I am not the only one awake at this hour of the night.

"Hey, trouble sleeping?"

He looks up from the book in his hand and looks up at me, "Hi, kinda." he shrugs. "What are you doing up?"

"Can't sleep." I take a seat beside him, offering him the bottle of water. He shakes his head in refusal.

"What are you reading?" I ask, wanting to get my mind off things.

"Almond by Won-Pyung Sohn. Do you read?"

"No. Never tried." I answer, and he nods as silence follows.

I gaze up at the night sky, trying to find comfort in the constellations.

"You have completed your bachelor's, right?"

"Mm-hmm."

"Any future plans?" he asks and I tell him all about how I decided to do my masters here at Seoul university.

"Oh? what will you be mastering in?" His eyes meet mine.

"Astronomy. I love the space and secrets in its vastness." I shrug.

"Wow, You always had an interest in it, or is it newfound?"

"I've always found it interesting. My mom used to look up at the stars whenever she remembered her soulmate. So I started finding comfort in it too."

He nods, "You know, You don't look Spanish."

"Because I'm not," I tell him deadpan.

"Huh?" he tilts his head in confusion.

"Yeah, I'm adopted. I am originally from India. My mother adopted me when I was just a baby."

"Oh."

"Hmm."

We both get back to our respective hobbies. My mind, once again racing with hypothetical questions.

How will they react when they find out?

What if they don't want to share me with others?

What if I become the reason for them drifting apart?

"You good, Selene? What are you thinking?" the question pulls me out of my thoughts.

"Huh?"

"You're gripping the chair a little too hard, and your leg is bouncing. You're anxious. Why?" I stop bouncing my leg and look down at my hand, which had turned white from the hard grip. I lose my grip.

Should I tell him? He has proven himself, and he might give me an insight into how the boys might react.

I take a deep breath, ready to bear my mind to him and open my mouth but close it again.

I don't know how to word what's going on inside my head.

"What is it, Selene? Tell me. Maybe I might help?" He looks at me with concern.

"Okay," I nod. "You asked me at the dinner table if I felt the pull towards you, and the answer is yes."

"Okay...why does it trouble you?"

"That is the thing. I felt that way with all of you. The pull, I felt it whenever I was near any of you." I say, and his face gets morphed into one of confusion.

"Wha- What do you mean?" he asks.

"I think all of you are my soulmates." There. I said it.

I try to interpret his expressions. My connected soulmate goes into the mode of realization as if he had missed something obvious.

"Oh shit!" He says as he looks over at the horizon, thinking.

I fidget with my fingers, waiting for him to step out of his mind.

"How do you think they'll react to this if they find out?"

Namjoon clears his throat, "I think Jungkookie will be happy, though I cannot say about the other two. Yoongi-hyung was waiting for his soulmate as well, but I don't how he will react when he finds out he'll have to share them with all his members."

I nod, mulling over his words. I was the most afraid of his reaction. I have had the least interaction with him. What if he would want nothing to do with me?

"Well, I do have one question I had been pondering over the whole day." he voices out, catching my attention.

"What is it?" I match his gaze.

"Just a couple of days ago, you were cursing out your soulmates for getting between you and your ex-boyfriend. What happened that you are so willing to accept them now?" I smile.

"My mother. That's what happened."

"She convinced you to give us a chance?" he asks.

I chuckle, "No, nothing is that simple with her."

I was scrolling through my Instagram when my mother's name pops up on the screen. I accept the call.

"Hi, mama. How are you?" I say into the receiver.

"I should be asking you that. How's my baby?"

"I'm good, mama. All better."

"And how are your soulmates?"

"I don't know. I came back."

"Why? Do you want to get sick again? Do you not care about me at all? let alone yourself?"

"They lied to me, mama. They had my necklace all this while, and not once they thought to give it back. And then one of their members steps up, curses me out, and announces that I am his soulmate."

"What? Another one?"

"Yeah, I can't deal with them anymore. I tried because you said so. I will go there tomorrow to seal my bond and then move on with my life."

I hear her take a deep breath on the other end before she speaks,

"Mi Hija, these are your soulmates we are talking about, not a crush."

"I know, Ma-"

"No, listen here, young lady, and do not interrupt. I had been where you are, I never wished for a soulmate. I didn't believe in love. But he wore me down, and when I finally did allow him in my life, made a place for him in it, did I know what it was to really live. I thought I was happy alone, but he was the one who showed me what true happiness was. He brought colors into my life and took them back when he left. For two years, Selene. It took him two years to get my yes, but when I look back at that time, I see nothing but the two more years I could have been happy with him. I wish I could go back and change the past. I would never show him any attitude or reject him to his face. That was the time I regret the most and, you will too because you guys are destined to be together, maybe you can push it but, you can't erase what is written. Whether now, or later it will inevitably happen. So, do not waste the time you have with them, Sel. You don't know what might happen tomorrow. I know it's cringe but Seize the day, my baby. Do not give yourself a chance to regret the decisions you make now, in the future."

By the time my mother finished her speech, tears were running down my face. I never knew their story went like this. I only knew from when they actually started dating.

"Give them a chance, Sel. You will know why they are your other halves. Open your heart for them, and you will feel that's where they belonged."

Maybe she is right; the boys have been nothing but good to me since the start, always taking care of my needs. Even when Taehyung snapped at me, Jimin stood up for me. Giving them a chance might not be the end of the world.

With the smallest voice, I choke out an Okay.

"Take care, baby." She cuts the call.

"With the whole day of pondering over her words, I came to the decision of giving us a chance. But how will things go when there are seven of you and only one me?"

"Firstly, I would like to thank you for giving us this chance. I promise you none of us will let you down. And I don't know, if the universe has arranged this cluster, it will show us the path too. We just need to let things happen. We are destined for one another, but that doesn't mean it won't take effort. I am willing to give this relationship my hundred percent." He finishes with a promise.

I smile, "Me too. As my mother said, I don't want any regrets."

He laughs as he covers my hand with his. Intertwining our fingers, he says, "No regrets."

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"Can you pass me the ladle?" Jin asks, adding the spices to his fried rice.

"A second," I reply. Washing my hands, I pass the ladle to him.

"So, is this your specialty dish?" I ask him.

Jin and I are making breakfast, while the other members are still sleeping. After my talk with Namjoon last night, I had finally gotten some sleep. But not for long. I was awake before the sun came up, and when I heard the sound of footsteps passing my room, I went out to see Jin was getting ready to make breakfast, and since I didn't have much to do and wanted to get my mind off things, I decided to help him.

"Yeah, kinda."

I hum as I watch him working in the kitchen, sauntering around to get the things he needs. Granted, I said I'll help him but watching him cook is much more fun and captivating.

"We should wake the others; it'll be ready soon," he says as he smells the dish. I move forward to do the same, and heaven's angels; the rice smells so good, and water starts pooling in my mouth.

I turn to him, praises on my tongue, but as I open my mouth to spew them out, he sticks a spoon in my mouth, letting me taste the magic of his cooking.

I moan at the rich taste of the dish.

"Mmm... How are you not a chef? So good."

"Because I'm a better singer than a Chef." He says, winking, and I laugh.

"No doubt there, sir."

We're both laughing when suddenly a soft voice startles us, "Hyung!" making us spring apart from each other. I'm not sure either of us realized closing our distance. The pull of souls is stronger than ever. Perhaps because I'm not trying to fight against it.

I turn around to see Taehyung with his usually impassive face as he shifts into the kitchen to wish his hyung good morning and goes back out to the living room; without even sparing me a glance.

When I look back at Jin, he gives me a look but doesn't say anything.

Soon enough, all the boys start to come in, piling into their seats. Jin and I take our seats as well.

As soon as I sit, Jimin's head is on my shoulder from my other side.

"Uh, what are you doing?" I ask him with a little smile on my face.

"I'm sleepy." He mumbles and continues to sleep on my shoulder.

I shake my head, "You need to eat."

"Two minutes." He says, getting comfy.

"Alright." I look around the table, not seeing yoongi.

"Where's Yoongi?" I question.

"He came back late, Still sleeping," Namjoon replies.

"He should eat but." I counter.

"He will after he wakes up. He doesn't like anyone disturbing his sleep." He says, and I sigh. He's right. I shouldn't disturb his sleep; I don't have any right. Not one they are aware of anyway.

The breakfast goes smooth after that. Three of my connected soulmates shower me with attention while the fourth maintains his impassive face while looking at our exchange.

"Here" I extend my hand to him.

"What!?" he looks at my hand and then my face with big eyes and cheeks full of rice.

I try not to smile and with a straight face mumble, "I don't want us to fall sick. So, please hold my hand"

after taking his hand in mine, I turn back my attention to my other soulmates.

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"Hey, don't touch it!" I slap Jimin's hand away, taking the notebook myself and packing it in the box labeled important.

As the boys promised, they asked their manager to help me get my stuff moved, and Jimin being Jimin, decided to come with me.

We pack my stuff as the movers their manager hired; take the packed boxes to the vehicle. I didn't know we could hire people to move our stuff. It's great. In fact, I didn't need to come here at all. They could have packed my stuff as well while I chilled in the dorm, but I insisted on coming and doing it myself. I am not fond of it when other people touch my stuff.

"Why didn't you tell us you can understand Korean?" Jimin asks, taping the boxes that have already been stuffed. He wanted a job, and since I didn't want him touching my stuff, I got him to pack the boxes.

"I think it's pretty obvious why I didn't tell you," I put the last of my stuff away. Since I didn't come here with much of it, packing didn't take much time either. It was the furniture and the other things I bought here that needed a hand.

"I don't know. You tell me." Jimin contradicts.

Sighing, I look at him, "I didn't want you to know because I didn't trust you. I wanted you to talk freely in front of me to your friends and see what you thought. I wanted to see behind the mask you guys would put on for me. Now you know. Happy?"

"Aani. No. I can understand it, but it still hurts, so no, I'm not happy. But I'm glad that I know it." He says with a pout. The urge to kiss that pout is too strong, but we're not there yet, and I know it's the pull more than my own inner affection. That's how it works. The pull between the bonds works hard to turn the connected bonds into sealed bonds, but I won't let it get in between our paces. If we do take a step forward, that would be because we wanted to, not because of the pull.

I step back into the living room after checking if there is anything left to pack, as Jimin finishes taping the last box. He looks up, spotting me, "You know, Rapmon-Hyung has the same plant. His is bigger than yours, though."

I look down at the Bonsai plant in my arms. "Huh? Guess we do have something in common."

We leave the place to step into my new life, literally and figuratively. I don't give back the key, though. I had paid a year's rent, and I will keep it till then. If I needed an escape from my seven soulmates, I think I should have a place for it.

Jimin and I talk the rest of the way. He thanks me again for giving them a chance and shares some stories of their debut days.

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finnafinemy · 1 year

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I need some feedback on this FF idea I have:

TLDR; 5 members of BTS created an idol supergroup of 5 members (OCs), both male and female idols from different cultural backgrounds.

The OCs will go through the trainee process, AKA Bangtan Bootcamp, and are mentored by all 5 Members from afar.

Then as they finally begin to curate the group, each BTS member chooses a member of the new group to mentor, then drama ensues along the way as they debut as relationships form and they become famous.

This will all be mixed in hand-in-hand with all 7 members of BTS, so it's not completely about the OCs.

#would you read this?#send me a message and let me know #bts #bts fanfiction #ot7 x oc #bts army #bts au fanfic #bangtan seonyandan

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saursoob · 2 months

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ENHYPEN TEXTS - “youre not my type”

synopsis: telling boyfriend enha (ot7) that theyre not your type as a joke

a/n: LOL wons slide is such a lie i love some sassy men 🎀

perm tags: @jaeneohee @skittlez-area512 @aaasia111

#sunghoon enhypen #enhypen niki #enhypen jay #enhypen au #enhypen scenarios #enhypen smau #enhypen jungwon #enhypen jake #enhypen sunghoon #enhypen ot7 #enhypen x reader #enhypen x you #enhypen x y/n #enhypen x female reader #enhypen x oc #enha #enhypen social media au #enha smau

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springalwayscomes · 10 months

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To love and pamper: Together

Read to Love and Pamper here

Plot: You’re on the edge. Do the dishes, warm the milk, change diapers, cook lunch, try to get some sleep in between and start all over again; it’s taking you every part of yourself to try and be flawless in raising your daughter. Jungkook is here by your side though; why can’t you just lean on him?

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Angst, fluff, Established Relationship, Parenthood

Wordcount: 3.7k

Content Warning: swearing

Author’s Note: Hello! They are back🥺 I loved writing To love and pamper so much that I had to write a part two. Take this as a gift for our Bangtan’s 10 years!💜 I hope everyone of you is staying healthy and happy these days.

The gif is not mine, it belongs to @jung-koook.

Let me know if you want to be part of my taglist so I can tag you when my new works come out!

Early mornings with Jungkook taste like strawberries, extremely sweet. Maybe it’s the way he holds you unconsciously in his sleep, or the way his hot breath delicately hits your face, but it makes you never want to leave. The soft glow coming from the dim light on your nightstand is long gone, the rays of the sun coming from the window slowly took up over the darkness during the night, they touch Jungkook’s features gently, careful as if not to wake him up.

His lips parted, eyes shut and cheeks full, soft snoring. You kicked him tonight, just enough to make him stop snoring too loudly for you to sleep, for at least a bit. It helped until he started again. You wonder why when you have to get up he suddenly starts to snore less, as if to play with you. It makes you want to dive right back between the sheets before you even got out.

You sigh, looking over at Baram. They say that things will be getting better in a bit, that it will be easier, you just have to get used to it. You love her, totally, wholeheartedly, with all of you. But sometimes it just gets unbearable. This is new to you, the both of you. Jungkook is doing better, even though there are still times when he breaks down. It happens to you too, but usually you don’t let yourself slip too much. It’s just that you’re scared; she’s so tiny, so fragile and vulnerable, so defenceless and you have to teach her how to face the world, you have to protect her and lead her through it all, when even you yourself still kind of don’t know how to.

Jungkook’s arms squeeze you tighter, as if he heard your thoughts. It makes you smile, your heart calming for a bit. He still has his eyes closed, his brows furrowed and lips pouting.

«Don’t go» he murmurs, voice low and sleepy. He nuzzles his nose into your neck, sending shivers to your spine as his hair tickle your skin. Your hand reaches them, playing with the strands, his lips leave pecks, soft ones that hold an incredible amount of love, too much even, for this early hours of the day.

It’s comforting, to feel his warmth around you and his hands on your body.

«I have to clean up» you’re not really prone to leave the bed either, but you still try to.

«I can do it later» he whines, holding you tighter. His fingers caress your back, kisses getting down on your shoulder. His hair are disheveled and you know that yours are too, all over the place.

«You have rehearsals,» you let out «and Baram is going to wake up in a bit and I won’t be ready»

«What time is it?» his grumpy voice sends a weird shiver down your spine. You glance at your phone on the nightstand, eyes narrowing to protect themselves from the light of the screen.

«Seven and ten» you let him know. Though it doesn’t look like the new information is going to change anything for Jungkook.

«Please, wanna cuddle» he pleads, eyes shut, his digits digging into your skin.

«Kook, I don’t have time for it. It’s the only time I can do things without having to check on Baram, when she’ll wake up I won’t be able to-»

«You’re so noisy» he complains. You let out a huff, trying to get out of his grasp.

«Kook, let go. You can sleep more, just let me go» If only his arms weren’t so strong you wouldn’t have any problems.

«Not gonna» he mumbles. You sigh annoyed.

«Then don’t, but let me go anyway!»

You didn’t mean to, but you raise your voice a little too much. It echoes in the room and you pray every single god that was ever worshipped tha-

Baram breaks out in a cry, loud and angry, incredibly so. For a moment, you still. Suddenly getting up doesn’t feel so electrifying anymore. You force yourself to do it, though. Leave the warm sheets and the soft mattress, sit up and-

«I’ll take her» Jungkook stops you with a hand on your back, a second later he’s already up and standing beside her cradle.

You watch him bend down and narrow his eyes at her, cheeks stained with the lines of the fabric of his pillow and face totally sleepy. He cooes at her, taking her in his arms as carefully as he possibly can. He lulls her a little as he makes his way back to your bed, Baram still crying desperately in his hold.

You sigh and lift the covers.

«Where are you going?» his big eyes skim over your body, upper half covered in one of his shirts, definitely too big for you, legs displayed only for him to see.

«Getting her paci and the diapers» you announce. Jungkook shakes his head.

«She just needs her pacifier, she didn’t poo»

«She will soon!» you tell back. Jungkook huffs, letting you do your thing. This is not the right moment to pick up a fight, even if it’s a little one. With Baram in his arms, his top priority has to be her. So he lulls her, sings a bit at her and wipes her unstopping tears with his thumb, only that finger taking up more than half of her face.

You come back in a minute, pacifier in your hands and a new pack of diapers in the other, wipes blocked between your chest and the inside of your arm. As soon as the pacifier goes into her mouth all of her worries fade away, too distracted with the new element in her mouth. You watch her features soften, face from angry red going back to a pure sweet pink; and so does your heart. With seeing her easing, seeing her stop her cries. It might be the hardest thing you’ve ever done, but god, do you love her. It’s in moments like this that you realise how lucky you are, when you see her calm down and realise that yes, you’ve got this, at least for now.

Jungkook let’s out a heavy breath, still lulling her from time to time. He gets up slowly and does the same as he walks, afraid that even the slightest hint of movement will disturb your 4 months old baby. He walks in circles, arms swinging from side to side gently and eyes never leaving her face. They look like out of a fairytale, out of a movie. It makes your stomach twist and turn with love, suddenly overwhelmed to the point that a smile graces your features. You watch from afar, his dark locks have become too long to not get in the way of his eyesight, hanging down as he looks at the same eyes as his, closed in a silent sleep. You can’t see his expression because of the strands of his hair, but his smile is contagious. Every time he looks at her, god, the world makes sense. Finally. And to believe that such a beautiful creature, a fragile little soul that still has to go a long way, was made by you and him; that thought renders him breathless all the time.

He walks back to her cradle, carefully laying her down and back under the covers. You let out a sigh of relief and head out of the bedroom, straight to your kitchen. There are so many things to do that you lost count. It’s not like your kitchen is one of those where there’s dirt on the floor and too many piles of dishes in the sink, but it’s not exactly clean either; with Baram waking up every two to three hours of the night your sleep schedule has become a nightmare, both yours and Jungkook. You start to do something, then feel the need to rest, take a nap and go back to do what you were doing, but things like making lunch and dinner or do the laundry, things you cannot actually postpone, take over most of the day. And then there’s work, Jungkook’s and yours. Your schedules have been remade and remade several times to help yourselves with your daughter, but even with all your efforts you always end up extremely tired. Jungkook has rehearsals on his own most of the time, the times he chooses usually don’t fit with the others because of their schedule, so they end up meeting once a week to rehears all together. He still has to go to the outside meetings, wether it is an interview, a new project or a shoot; not all the time, but a great number. It doesn’t happen every day, but three to four days of the week he’s working. You’re okay with it, after all he can’t just say no to his job, you wouldn’t want him to, you know he loves it.

It’s the same for you, after all. Its just that you’re not required to be in a studio to work, at least not one like his. You have one at home, your paintings and the smell of clay filling both the space and the air. So your days go by, busy and stressful but full with love and adoration for your little one.

«What are you doing?» Jungkook is standing at the kitchen door, hair disheveled and eyes still not used to the light of the morning. You didn’t hear him coming out.

«The dishes» you say. He gulps, lips pouty and hands aching to hold you.

«Please come back to bed» he pleads still from the doorway. With how you sigh though, his ministrations seem to change, steps shortening the distance between you and him. He stops behind you, arms on their way to your waist before you block him with your next words.

«I don’t have time to lose, Jungkook»

«You consider it a loss of time to spend some time with me?» He’s annoyed. You can hear it in his voice, how sharp it sounds.

«You know I don’t mean it that way» you shake your head, grabbing another dish from the sink.

«Do you?» his question makes you turn. Eyes gazing at him, his face scrunched up as he’s thinking hard on something. Brows furrowed and lips pouty again, eyes focused in yours.

«It’s been what, two weeks since we last cuddled? Or when we went out together? When I come to bed most of the nights you’re already asleep and-»

«Cause I’m tired?»

«Yes, I am too Y/N»

«Great, welcome to the team» your answer makes him grimace, but it gets worse when you add: «What do you want me to do, spend the only free time I have laying on the bed and doing nothing?»

Jungkook suddenly feels like a cold jet of water is getting sprayed on him. Cheeks burning and blood hot, both angry and hurt. Something deep inside him stings, burns and bends, twisting in all the ways as it tries to break and come out unfiltered.

«Are dishes more important than us? Really?» Your eyebrows raise up.

«When did I ever said that?»

«You’re doing it now» he scoffs.

«Is it so hard for you to relax, just a bit?»

«I’m not! I’m just saying that this is the only moment I have to just-»

«It’s the only moment we’re together too!» he raises his voice a bit, eyebrows furrowed and eyes glassy, lips pouty. He gulps harshly.

«We’re always busy, is it so hard to just spend some time together?» his voice is trembling, as if he’s on the verge of breaking. It stops your breath, a big tight knot fills up all the space in your throat, your hands drying themselves on your trousers.

«We do it, Jungkook» your voice softens as you let out your words. They make Jungkook’s head shake slowly, he lowers his gaze and fixes it on the ground.

«I just miss you» he whispers. The hurt is clear in his voice, shoulders dropping. You feel your heart tighten, fingertips aching to caress his soft cheeks just at looking at him like this.

«Kook, I’m sorry…» you breathe out, guilt taking over you.

Jungkook hates this. Hates that you don’t spend together as much time as you used to; he knew it was about to happen with the birth of Baram, but still he hates it anyway. He doesn’t blame it on her, because why would he, he could never even if he tried to. But still, he hates it. He misses it, craves for your touch, craves for your caresses, your warmth around him, the feeling of having you close not just in a sexual way but in whatever way possible. He misses spending evenings on the sofa under the covers, soft and sweet kisses layered on each other’s skin in silence and between low giggles, as if they were meant just for the two of you, a little secret fuelling love to your hearts.

«I… I miss you» Jungkook sighs, low and barely hearable, shoulders down and eyes on the ground. Your heart sinks deeper into your chest, heavy and sad at the look on his face. You feel your throat tightening, your eyes sting. You don’t want him to feel abandoned or not important enough, never. But there’s just- too much. Too much things to take care of, too many things to do and to look after, too much effort to try and anticipate the next move, to take care of everything, to be careful about being wrong, that you’re just-

«I know baby, and I’m sorry» you nod, «but I don’t know how to- I’m- I’m just-» your voice trembles and suddenly you’re crying. Crying in sobs, like a little baby, like Baram would.

Jungkook’s arms wrap around you, instantly and so tight it makes you tremble with vulnerability. It’s like a second instinct, to kiss your hair as his fingers dig into your back, careful and pampering.

«I’m sorry» you hiccup, your tears wetting his shirt. You feel so bad for making him feel like this. You spent your time trying to keep everything under control, everything in check and always ready, anticipating every move and every cry, trying to be ready in every condition and situation, you didn’t think-

«It’s okay» he whispers, another kiss lays on your head, «I’m sorry- I’m so sorry baby» he snuffles, shaking his head. His eyes burn, his lips move desperately in pouts, trying to hold back the tears, eyes shut. God, he’s so inconsiderate. So fucking inconsiderate and selfish. You gave birth to another human. You are tired. You’re trying your best. You’re stressed. Trying to have everything under control. And he’s here, complaining about you not cuddling him.

«I’m so sorry, please don’t cry» he snuffles again, voice shaky.

«I’m- I care so much about- y-you» you sob, nuzzling into him. Jungkook wants to drown himself in your tears. His heart swells and shrinks at the same time.

«I know, I know» he shakes his head.

«I should’ve- been more considerate, you- you-» you hold him tighter.

«No, you’re right,» you mumble against his shirt «I was just- so- I feel like I have to be careful of everything and I’m- I’m burning out»

Jungkook knows. He can see it, every time that you anticipate your next moves or the ones of your baby, every time that you let go he can see it that you’re not fully relaxed, that you’re on the edge. But he is here too, he is part of this too. And it makes him feel bad that you don’t rely on him just as half as you rely on yourself. He is your man, your person, your lover and you shouldn’t be the only one burdened; even if he is too, he doesn’t want you to think that you have to hold it all together.

«Rely on me» he snuffles.

«I do it already»

«You don’t do it enough» he lays a kiss on your forehead, and you feel wetness on your skin. He must’ve lost his battle with the tears and gave up at some point. When you raise your glance his eyes are puffy, red with tears and oh, so incredibly deep. It’s like looking at two ponds, so clear and majestic that for a second you lose your focus. His dimples show up as he gulps, trying to gain back his sobriety, cheeks wet.

«Stop holding it all in» Jungkook sniffs and his lips twitch, his voice is shaking and you can feel your heart being wrapped tightly by a fist and being desperately squeezed.

«Let- let it out, you- let it out on m- me» he’s on the verge of breaking, holding back the new tears as they pool into his eyes.

«Ple- please» and so he does. He sobs, and you lose it too. Seeing him so fragile, broken, something snaps inside of you.

«I- I hate not being ab-able to take it away from yo-u» he sobs, lips trembling, fingers digging into your back.

«We chose this to- together» he hiccups, his nose digs into your neck, runny and wet.

«You are- you’re the most- important thing. You and Ba- Baram. I’m part of this too, just- why can’t you let go? I… I- give me some weight»

«I can do it- I know I can but- you won’t let me. Baby, I love you- I-»

You’ve never seen Jungkook so broken. You’ve seen him cry, many times actually, but like this, never. You hate it. All the pain, all the tears, you wish you could take them from him and make them yours, make it all go away. You squeeze him so tight you’re afraid you will leave him breathless, fingers digging into his skin and lips on his neck, kissing away the problems. Then, you realise. And god, it makes you want to slap yourself in the face.

He must be feeling like this. Just the same as you do. It’s unbearable to see him hurting and not being able to do anything about it, but that’s what you’ve been doing all this time too. You wanted to do your best and ended up trying but left him out, only focusing on Baram most of the times.

«I love you so much- that… I don’t know , sometimes when- I feel like I will explode when I look at you, I- I love you that much. Baram is our- our daughter and we’re a family and I’m- I just want to be a good dad-»

«You are, Jungkook» you whisper.

«You are, baby. I’m so sorry, I was-» you shiver and his hands dig deeper into your back.

«I was just on the edge cause I’m not used to this. It’s still all new and I- I just wanted it all to be perfect and I tried so hard that- I lost sight of us. I was so focused, I-»

«It’s not just us» he murmurs on your neck

«It’s you too. I hate seeing you like this, cause- I know you and when I tell you to- when I tell you to relax I don’t do it just for us, I know you need it too. Your brain has to stop working and- you have to know that there’s someone going through this with you»

«Like- earlier, why can’t you just lay down and relax? I know- know that Baram is a lot to handle and she need attention but- you need it too. You need to take care of yourself cause I- I would be…» his hiccups get muffled by your neck, and you feel his lips tremble on your skin. He lays a kiss on it, shaking and shivering.

«I would be lost without you. Totally- lost. Please. Just- I will wash the dishes, fuck the dishes. If they stay there, what? So what? I want us to be fine, I want you to feel supported and support me but if you don’t let me, I- I can’t»

«Please, just… let me help. It hurts, it hurts a lot not to be able to be of any help to my family. Love, I-»

«I’m sorry» you whisper again, tears wetting your cheeks. You cut him out, and you didn’t even realise it. You wanted to be the best for your daughter and ended up only counting on yourself and making him feel useless most of the times.

«I promise you, I promise I will try my best- to let go. I’m- I’m not doing the dishes, fuck the dishes» you hear him laugh lightly, a deep kiss layered down again on your skin.

«I didn’t realise what I was doing. I was just scared. She’s so fragile and little and I was so afraid of doing something wrong. I was selfish, I-»

«You weren’t. You were just scared» he kisses you again.

«We’re together» he whispers. You nod, face hiding in the crook of his neck.

«We’re together» you smile. You wipe your nose with the sleeve of your shirt, trying to hold back another hiccup.

«It’s alright now, ssh…» Jungkook holds you tighter, body against yours practically glued together. It doesn’t make you feel spaceless though, it makes you breathe. For the first time in months, you feel like you’re breathing again. Even with your runny nose and the tears on Jungkook’s cheeks, the both of you feel light now.

«I love you so much baby, you don’t even know» he whispers.

«I think I know» you kiss his shoulder. Jungkook smiles, his head leaving the the space of your neck and his starry eyes looking straight into yours. They’re still wet, but the tears have stopped coming out. A bit red, puffy from both the sleep and your cry.

«Come to bed? Until she wakes up. When she does-» he hiccups, «I’ll warm her milk and change her diaper. And the dishes, I’ll do the dishes and you can lay down a bit more? Do you want me to fill up the bathtub? We can take a bath when she falls asleep again»

«Love, breathe» you chuckle, looking at him and his endless rant. You look at him, and god, how lucky you are. That he loves you, and you love him. That he’s yours, you’re so happy he’s yours.

«Yes, that would be perfect» you smile.

Jungkook gulps, cheekbones raising and eyes filling with warmth and affection.

«Let’s go. I want to cuddle for at least two minutes. Do you think she will let us?»

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yeoja-dream · 3 months

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Found/Fated/Forever

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Pairing: BTS OT7 x Reader Genre: Fantasy, eventual smut, porn with plot, slow burn, hurt/comfort Characters: Supernatural!BTS, Vampire!Jungkook, Supernatural!Reader Content Warning: Y/N in danger Word Count: 3.6k

Jungkook’s vision went white and he felt the air pulled out of his lungs as in a flash, he was again in the hospital room, Namjoon hovered worryingly over your body. He looked up as you arrived, obvious relief relaxing his features as his eyes landed on Baba Yena.

“Baba Yena,” Namjoon greeted with a bow. “I was only able to do a cursory search, but her kind isn’t listed or documented in any infernal records I was able to get my hands on.”

“Of course, because she is not from the hells, my child.” Baba Yena said, walking to your bedside, and shooing him away. “She is indeed a rare sight to behold, but you will have to ask her about her heritage, she has taken considerable lengths to conceal it.”

“So you will save her?” Namjoon asked, hopeful.

“Yes, horned one. Your mate has sacrificed sufficiently, and this child has suffered greatly as it is. It is not yet her time to die.” Baba Yena said, beginning to pull several black, oily drawing implements as well as a bottle of bright blue, glowing liquid.

Without much regard for the others standing in the room, Baba Yena began unceremoniously undressing your body, causing both the men in the room to turn their gaze elsewhere. Perhaps in a different time or context, it would be embarrassing, exciting perhaps, but they felt it perverse to see you unclothed in such a state. Fully nude, Baba Yena began using the black, oily, drawing implements to draw intricate symbols all over your body.

“What are you doing?” Jungkook asked, back still turned.

“Her body is too weak to house her soul, so it is lost somewhere in the Astral Sea. The water from the Elu Spring in the Fey Wild will heal and strengthen her body. The markings are the spell that will call her soul back to her body.”

With that, Baba Yena sat you up, popping the cork of the blue liquid, and carefully poured it down your throat. Immediately, your almost grey skin flushes with color, and your rapid, shallow breaths begin to even out. Namjoon watched the monitor carefully, breathing a sigh of relief as your heart rate became stronger and faster too. Baba Yena then closed her eyes, extending her arms out straight, palms down. Her palms began to glow with a bright, white light, and as they glowed, so did the markings on your body. Baba Yena’s face scrunched with concentration. “Come on, child. It is not yet time to go.”

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You came to, opening your eyes, rubbing them harshly as to clear your blurred vision. You feel yourself to be weightless, immediately, as if floating on water. All around you, horizon to horizon, were breathtakingly vibrant and clear night skies, completely lit up with stars and nebula as far as the eye could see. Below, was a massive and never-ending sea of the purest, molten silver, opaque and mirror-like, the gentle waves that broke the surface capturing the starlight with such luster you wondered for a moment if the water had been made of the cosmos, perhaps from the tears of the other stars, crying for the fallen.

It didn’t exactly take a scholar to figure out you had found yourself in the Astral Plane, the plane souls found themselves in before continuing onto an afterlife fitting of whomever they worshiped in life. Legend has it that the Astral Sea is what waters the Tree of Life, and drinking from its waters will grant you all knowledge and power akin to a God in your own right. Others said those with enough hubris or guts to try are simply driven stark raving mad, cursed to roam the endless abyss with nothing but the voices in their head to keep them company. Considering that you had yet to hear of a God exalted by this water, you were more inclined to believe the latter.

How the fuck did I get to the astral realm? You asked yourself, anxiety and panic prickling at your skin. You combed through your memories, you woke up, got dressed, had breakfast, and… you hit a wall. You try to push forward, but the more you do so, the more your brain shoots with pain. Something or someone was blocking you from remembering something important, and you judged. Whether or not that was simply a symptom of the situation you found yourself in or a direct action taken by someone, you had yet to discern.

There was at least one thing you knew about the Astral Plane, that in order to travel it, you only had to think, to will yourself in one direction or the other. You started by willing yourself into the vertical, upright position with the sea 10 meters below. What you did not know, however, was how magic functioned in this plane. The first obvious solution was to attempt to plane shift back to your reality, but when you mentally cast your consciousness out looking for laylines to dip into, you couldn’t find any. You willed yourself forward then, continuing the mental search.

Time in the Astral worked differently than in the prime material plane. There was no day or night, time simply did not pass, so it was impossible to gauge how long you truly spent looking, but you only stopped when your head throbbed from the exertion. Could it be possible that the Astral had no laylines? Or perhaps your magic had been cut off somehow, rendering you blind to any laylines that might exist? If that was the case, had you actually died? The thought raised your blood pressure.

Without the ability to dip into the magic, you were certainly not plane-shifting out of this shitty situation. You patted yourself down and only now realized that you were entirely without your personal effects, now wearing a rough spin, off-white tunic, brown pants of the same fabric, and a pair of worn leather boots. More importantly, without your stuff, you had returned to your true form. The realization was not helping the actually dead theory. You willed yourself forward, hoping to run into another soul, maybe someone who could help you figure this situation out.

You floated for what felt like years, decades. You didn’t need to eat or sleep, and with no time reference, the monotony alone would drive anyone mad, you didn’t even need to drink the seawater, you decided. Sometimes you saw people, mostly in the distance, however, and when you’d try to call their attention, they would flee like their lives depended on it. Other times the Sea itself would open up, portals of different shades of light would flash, dropping off newly departed souls, or more often, yanking an older soul into one afterlife or another. No one spoke to one another, and certainly no one spoke to you. That is, until mercifully, you hear your voice called by a friendly male voice behind you.

“Y/N?” The voice called out. The tone was friendly and definitively male, but there was a quality about the timbre that called out to something deeper and forgotten inside of you. You turned around hesitantly, seeing a tall, human man in his 20s. His hair was curly, his features dark and his skin a tanned olive. There was a familiarity to his look, and as he approached closer, it finally clicked.

“Fareed?!” You asked with a mixture of shock and surprise.

“Long time no see!” He said with a friendly wave.

When you had first escaped from the Fey Wild, Fareed was your first friend as a young child. Fareed was a bubbly but fearless kid whose hobbies appropriately included talking to strangers and jumping off the highest places he could find. He often slipped extra portions of his lunch out of the house, but you always suspected his mom knew and was giving him too much food deliberately. His fearlessness got him taken away far too young, and when our country began conscripting soldiers for some war in some faraway land, he was the first to volunteer. We received news of his passing only one month later.

To see him in his current state, alive, well, and sane choked you up and you found yourself fighting back tears.

“It’s Y/N! I must look considerably different now than when you last saw me.” You said gesturing to your true self. “Why are you still here?” You asked. Fareed had died at least 200 years ago, and you had always hoped that he was living it up in some cushy afterlife.

“I could recognize your energy from across all the planes.” He said with a light laugh. “The Astral has guardians and protectors like any other plane,” He explained. “I dedicated my afterlife to guiding and protecting the lost souls that wander here, and when it is time for them to pass on, I help them find that passage.”

“That sounds like an incredibly noble cause and absolutely something you would do,” You said with a laugh.

“Speaking of which,” He began, “I have gotten a sudden influx of souls complaining about a weird, noisy soul wandering around, harassing folks. Which, in turn, leads me to you. What are you doing here, you don’t seem dead?” He asked.

“About that,” you sighed “I woke up here and I can’t remember how or why I got here, and I would have simply teleported back but I can’t seem to use my magic.”

“That is strange, considering that the Astral Plane is incredibly magically potent, equally if not more so than the Fey Wild.” He stated. “Come here and let me touch your forehead, let me see if I can’t get this sorted for you.”

You willed yourself closer to him, and in response, he stuck his hand out, fingers tented, and placed them on your forehead. You feel nothing, but you watch Fareed’s eyes dart around rapidly, making negative vocalizations. After a moment, he drops his hand and focuses his vision back on you.

“Life certainly hasn’t been very kind to you, Y/N, and for that, I want to express my condolences.”

“Fareed the years have made you so well-spoken!” You exclaim with a laugh. “Thank you.” You said, more seriously.

“You have a powerful curse on you, but I think you already knew that. It is strange but refreshing to see your true form.” He stated. You nodded in confirmation as he continued, “You are not dead. You almost died. That is how you ended up here. Someone extremely powerful wanted you to forget what happened to you, so they blocked your memory and your magic. Fortunately, I am also someone extremely powerful and I was able to remove the block, but not the curse on you as a whole. That is a complicated and difficult endeavor not even I can do.”

With that information, you think back again, this time with crystal clear acuity. You remember the club, rescuing the woman, meeting Jungkook, his preposition. You remember being in his embrace, heat and lust and euphoria taking over every one of your senses, you remember begging him not to stop despite fading away slowly, and then darkness.

“I think I have a soulmate, Fareed.” You breathed.

“I am inclined to agree. All things do.”

“He has mates already though, 6 of them!” You exclaimed.

“Then you also have 6 additional mates,” Fareed said matter of factly.

“Don’t be ridiculous. I don’t even know those people.”

Fareed cocked an eyebrow at you. “Y/N, do you know how soulmates work?”

“Love and magic and shit, no?” You asked with a shrug.

“Not quite,” Fareed explained. “Souls as most people like to refer to them are actually called Fragments. They are the broken-up pieces of Soulias. When the gods created all sentient living things, they made a center of power, into which they put all knowledge, power, emotion, experience, and condition, and they named that power center Soulia. The problem occurred when the gods tried to plant these Soulias into vessels, the power would overwhelm the vessel and tear it apart, and the ones strong enough to withstand were monstrous creatures of pain, chaos, and violence. The Gods decided to fracture the Soulias. The larger Fragments would go into the vessels they were creating, and the smaller Shards, remnants of the fracturing process, would go into all other living creatures. Fracturing also ensured that no two vessels would live an identical life and that only true harmony could be attained when you shared your piece, your life, your soul, with others around you. It was usually convenient to break the Soulia into two, so often you will see soul mates in pairs of two. But for larger Soulias, smaller Fragments are needed, so it is broken up into smaller pieces, so soulmate groups of more than two are certainly possible. The Soulia inside the vessel will spend its whole life pining after its other pieces. Many people never find their true other half, but a good deal will find love nonetheless and find satisfaction in that. Many here found their Shards in life inside beloved plants and animals.”

“I never knew all that,” You stared at him mouth agape. “So my soul, fragment, fits in with all of theirs?” You ask, gripping at your chest.

“Precisely.”

“What happens when all the parts of a Soulia are bought together?” You asked.

“Well, as I said before, the fracturing process is extremely imperfect, and in the creation of Fragments, a great number of shards are also produced, so getting every part of a Soulia back together is practically impossible. You can, however, tie the pieces together somewhat, bonding or mating as you likely know it, which affords all persons a metaphysical line to one another. Through that line, you can pick up on how your partner is feeling, you can send short messages or emotional sentiments. If they allow you in, you can enter their mind, they can share memories with you as they saw them, and they can allow you to feel exactly how they feel, understand how they actually think. It is a powerful connection, and allows for deeper intimacy and connection possible by other non-soulmate or non-bonded pairs.”

“That sounds… intrusive.” You mumble, arms crossed.

“It can be, but everything is done with the consent of both parties. You can ignore the call of your mate down the bond, even after you’ve let them in you can push them out of your mind at any time, and you can block anyone from entering. Just takes a little practice.”

You frown at that, “It sounds like you are selling it to me.”

“I guess you could say that I am. You seem upset, why? Most people are delighted to meet a soulmate.”

“I’m mad that my soulmate almost killed me, I’m mad that I have a soulmate, I’m mad that I have 7 soul mates. I’m mad that I’ve lived the last 50 years of my life in relative solitude because I was sick and tired of getting fucked over and suddenly 7 of potentially the deepest and most intimate connections a living thing can experience is dropped onto my lap so yeah, color me upset! I can’t do loss anymore, Fareed. It’s too painful.”

He looked you up and down, contemplatively. “If I may, one old friend to another?”

You nod in response.

“Look around and tell me what you see.” He said, making a wide sweeping gesture.

“I see endless and endless nothing dotted with lonely, lost souls, hoping that someday they’ll be called to something better.”

“Time may not pass in the Astral, but what I quickly learned is that this is the summation of a human life, Y/N. They live, and most days are bleak, boring, and mundane. Occasionally, another lonely soul will cross their path, and for a time, they find comfort in one another. Ultimately, they part, and at the end of it all, they pass on hoping that whatever next is someplace better, and yet for many this is what they have to look forward to.”

“I’m not sure I understand what you are getting at, Fareed.”

“You have lived a long, brilliant life Y/N, many times longer than many of the souls that wander here. You have suffered more than much more than many of these souls, but you have been gifted the chance to love and be loved much more than many of these souls. So go, Y/N. Set yourself free from grief, worry, and suspicion. Do not shy away from love for fear of pain, love despite it, and love fiercely and unapologetically. When you are called to join us here again, come with joy in your heart from a life fearlessly spent, or be doomed to eternity searching the silver sea for your salvation. You are your own salvation.”

You pursed your lips tightly, looking down at the Astral Sea as you processed his words.

“It isn’t that easy,” You began, your voice wavering.

“For you, it won’t be,” He admitted. “It is true some come into this world full of light and for whom trust and love come easy. But for those who have been hurt as you have, it is going to be hard. Just because things are hard doesn’t mean they aren’t worth doing or that they are bad for us.”

“You know what I am, what I am made of. You see the ticking bomb I am, and yet you insist I allow people to get close to me to what... hurt as many as I can? I will never be free, Fareed. They will chase me to the ends of time and take from me what they feel they are owed. We both know that.” You finish your rant, a single tear running down your cheek. As you do so, a bright white portal opens on the top of the Astral Sea, slowly dragging you closer and closer to its event horizon.

“It seems our time together has run out,” Fareed said. “If you would allow me to leave you with a parting thought before you go. The only memories they blocked from you were of him. They wanted you to forget him so desperately they blocked your magic essentially confining you to a realm where they would never be able to touch you again. That is worth considering.”

As your feet began to hit the portal, Fareed grabbed your hand holding it close.

“Make the world tremble at you, Y/N. I don’t want to see you here for a long, long time. Good luck-” The end of the word was clipped as your vision went white, your hearing went silent, and like you were being flushed down a toilet, you felt yourself being yanked at lightning speed by your feet, and suddenly everything was again dark.

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Baba Yena pulled up her arms suddenly, and in response, your body involuntarily arched. When doing so, you let out a sudden, loud gasp, causing all present to breathe a small sigh of relief to themselves too.

“The child was very deep, so it took me a while to find her.” Baba Yena said, redressing you in a spare hospital bed and tucking you in gently. “Both of you,” She said, turning to the men who had huddled together for comfort during the spell. “Kneel.”

They looked at each other, but rather than piss off a supremely powerful being who just did you a massive favor, the pair concede, sinking to the floor on their knees. Once in position, Baba Yena approached the pair. While kneeling, Baba Yena was at eye level with the boys. She approached Jungkook first.

Thwack! She cracked him across the skull with a walking cane. “What are you doing bleeding girls dry like you're some poor changling with no control of their thirst? You are over 200 years old, act your age! You had no business testing out a connection you had no idea if you could control without supervision.” Baba Yena scolded him thoroughly.

“And you,” Thwack! This time she cracked Namjoon over the skull with the cane. “What the hell kind of doctor are you? You were in such a rush to do nothing you didn’t stop to see the blinding, gold amulet that she wears? The very same type you and several of your mates wear? If he almost killed her, you were signing the death certificate with your negligence ink. You ought to be ashamed.” She finished, brushing nothing off her petticoat, and gathering her things to leave.

“She will wake in 3 days fully rested and back to full health. There will come a time when she has questions about herself, and when she does, find me. Until then, leave me alone. You kids have caused me enough trouble as it is. Oh and, be careful with that one. She has been through enough.” And with that, she flourishes the very same cane, vanishing.

The silence that hangs in the air after Baba Yena leaves is long and heavy, but mixed with relief as the pair approach both sides of your bed, staring at your sleeping form. It was amazing how starkly opposite you looked now to even just an hour before, knocking on death’s door.

“I think you have a lot of explaining to do, Kook.”

“Later,” The younger one pleaded. “I just want to sit here for a little while.”

“Later.” Namjoon agreed, excusing himself. Not but 20 minutes later, he found himself back in the room, second chair and laptop in hand. Jungkook was too guilt-ridden to say it, but he was immensely grateful for the company. He hoped you were too.

_____________________________________________ Tags @luvlykyy ---------------------------------------------------------- Big lore dump this chapter! Some of you may be noticing some inspiration from DnD to lend me some framework for world-building! That is absolutely true, but as I also mentioned I have been using it as a framework, and as such it may or may not veer violently off the Forgotten Realms cannon, so don't get too twisted about "Hey, that's not how that thing works!" It's just a work of fiction I'm writing for funsies at the end of the day so don't take it too seriously. I hope you are all enjoying~

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airport buddies.

🥥 pairing : ot7 x oc! 8th member of enha • GENRE : fluff

WARNING: mention of food , crowding , pushing , Profanity

; AUTHORS NOTE : sudden thought of me being the 8th member of enhypen hit my brain while watching Golden Disc Award. And obviously credit to @srjlvr bc her 8th members works inspired me!

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정원 jungwon

as one of the members in the hyung line, jungwon as the leader, still keeps his eyes on you as fans would be crowding you guys despite them keeping a distance. Because you guys was once mopped at the terminal before and you got really injured, he would tell you to grab onto his bag as you walk towards the exit. He would sometimes tell you to link arms with him, and these sweet moments are captured by fans, speaking up about how attentive jungwon is about previous situations and how he cares about his members safety. You feel really safe around him and your glad he’s taking care of you. (You would also guide him through the crowd if it gets to chaotic.)

“y/n hold onto my bag so you don’t get lost.”

“wonnie I’m fine trust me.”

“no I don’t trust the crowd after what happened. You deserve to stay safe around me.”

“If you insist, but one day I would need to stop doing it because you won’t be with me.”

“DONT GO ALL SAD NOW.”

“IM NOT IM JUST SPEAKING THE-“

“you both shut up please I’m too tired for this argument every damn time.” Your manager chuckled as he watched both of you having the “I need to keep you safe!” Argument every time before stepping out of the terminal.

희 승 heeseung

He treats you to food before you guys board the plane. He knows your morning temper is horrible, having to wake up in early in the morning to get to the airport, than having to deal with flashing cameras before checking in already made your day ten times worse. So when you guys are waiting to bored the plane, he will treat you to something sweet, like a chocolate cookie along with a blueberry muffin. Or just anything you want. He cares about your health especially your body is still growing. (Sometimes you would reject his offer, however he would still buy it just in case you start complaining about how hungry you are on the plane)

“y/n~ let’s go get food shall we?”

“I would love to but I’m tired…” you sigh as you cuddle into your hoodie more, keeping yourself warm.

“come on, let’s go get some food before boarding, you can pick whatever you want.” He smiled as he noticed you jump out of your seat after what he said.

Walking towards a small café, you picked out a cookie and a refresher. Heeseung picked something for each member and himself before paying everything. He watches you munch on your cookie, smiling once again to know that all he needs to do to make you happy is food.

박종성 Park Jeongseong

MR DRAGS YOU ALONG TO SHOP. He’s the person to shop at those designer shop before boarding in his spare time. Even though he has good style, he would always drag you along with him. He thinks you giving him opinions about what he should get makes his purchases worth it. Like he had said before “y/n has better taste than I do, people may not admit it but she really does. I’m glad she is always willing to come shopping with me.” Despite you being so tired, you still enjoy walking around with him. You guys usually come out with around 3 bags of stuff. Fans always assume you both have some spending problem at the airport 😭

does this sweater look better than the other?” Jay placed the black sweater in front of him, holding the other color beside him as he switch in between the two.

“I like the navy blue more. It suits you better… it also matches the Prada sunglasses I got you.” You suggested as you grab the navy blue sweater. Placing in front of his torso.

“Nevermind i agree with you. My jawline stands out more.” He smirks, before trying to escape from your slapping.

“We get it park jeongseong you have sharp ass jawline now get your sweater.”

“Jesus Christ I enjoy shopping with you BUT NOT YOU HITTING ME?!?”

심재윤 Sim Jaeyun

The “I can’t stop gossiping” duo. Oh my gosh you both just can’t stop yapping the moment you step out of the van. Is like you guys are high school best friends talking about the latest gossips. You guys would link arms and whisper into each others ears, but laughing extremely loudly after what you heard from the other. Is the media pressed about your interactions? Sometimes (because they can’t take good pictures of the group without you both not talking) however they enjoy watching you both laughing your ass off to whatever your laughing about at 5 in the morning.

“no because I heard that he’s really bad at singing..” Jake whispers as he links his arms with you. Leaning into you as he tries to tell you the latest updates on the entertainment industry.

“No way I thought she was good enough to make it..”

“bitch he was like iM sUpER sHyYYy iM sUpeR sHY.” Jake intimates whoever he was talking about, making you both burst into laughter behind all your members. The members were confused on the sudden laughter. Who on earth laughs this much at 5 in the morning with camera flashes in their face.

“But who are we to judge…? I mean he tried at least.”

“Stop we can’t be rude at least he tried…”

“Keyword tried..”

The ones to say they shouldn’t be judging after gossiping about it😭 just too unserious

성훈 Sunghoon

The matching fit duo. You both somehow always have matching airport fits. Making favs believe you guys did it on purpose (sometimes). But both of you never complain about it. Because of how good both your stylist it, fans always try to take lots of pics of you when you guys are standing next to each other. But sometimes it’s the opposite, you would accidentally wear his shirt while he is uses your bag. And fans loves how you guys share each others items for time to time. (Ps. They love to question you guys.)

“y/nnie!! Where is your bag from?”

“I don’t know, sunghoon got it. It was the first bag I saw so I took it. I’m so sorry!”

“Is okay!! Sunghoon! Are you and y/nnie matching today?”

“We didn’t mean to match again today. It was by coincidence. Do you guys like it?” Fans started agreeing that they love your matching outfits. You both thanked them for noticing and were both flattered by how cute your fans are.

선우 Sunoo

THE SERVING CUNT DUO!! Because both of your age are really close to each other and you both have basically the same brain cell. You both constantly like to tease each other and laugh at each other. You guys do not care if it’s 12 at night that your at the airport, you guys would do the must random shit ever. Eg. A catwalk while linking arms, or writing on your phones pointing towards each other. “SUNOO SPILLED MY COFFEE.” “I DIDNT YOUR FOOT KICKED IT!!” Sigh the members are tired of you both but I guess they find it kinda funny as well.

“WHY ARE YOU TRYNA EXPOSE ME?!?” You asked sunoo as you watched the younger boy laugh at the message - “Y/N FORGOT TO WEAR SOCKS TODAY!!” On his phone. Ready for fans and media to see.

“YOU ARE EXPOSING ME TOO!?” he gasped as he reads yours - “SUNOO CRIED ON THE WAY HERE BECAUSE HE FORGOT HIS DITTO DOLL!!” You shrugged your shoulders as you quickly stepped out of the van before he can reach you.

Fans and the media captures this funny moment as your members silently laughs at how immature you both are. But they don’t complain at all.

にしむらりき Nishimura Riki

The mother and son duo. Being one of the oldest of the group, and you promising to take good care of Niki. You constantly make sure he is alright and his passport is kept safe with him. Fans starts taking notice that you would hold onto his passport after hd lost it once, and he is comfortable enough to hold onto your bag as you make your way through the crowd. Some even noticed that he would buy you medicine before boarding because he knows you get ill easily while traveling. Lots of people treasure your relationship dearly and they always appreciate how you take care of each other very well. (You take Care of other members as well but most of the time Niki because he’s the youngest.)

Fans and media captures a brief moment of Niki handing you his passport. “y/n can you hold onto my passport so I don’t lose it again?” He whispered beside you. Nodding as you take his passport into your hand.

He grabs onto your purse as you walked through the crowd of people. You would look back at him from time to time to make sure he is behind you. Grabbing his hand when it starts getting more chaotic. His grip is now tighter around you, you look back reassuring him that your here and he would be okay. “Niki is okay I’m here your fine. Your passport is safe as well don’t worry.” He can sense you smiling at him, even though your mask covers half of your face.

Fans was touched by both of your little interactions at the airport. Knowing Niki still relays on his older members even though he just turned 18. They know he is still a baby at heart and still need caring. And they thank you for taking care of him like he’s one of your owns.

networks ~ @kflixnet @k-films @/k-labels @k-neighborhood

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Noona! Please! Help! - Part 3

Fandom: BTS Characters: Younger Brothers BTS and Elder Sister Narrator Genre: A Little Dramatic and A Little Comedic Word Count: 1.1K Words Warning: Angsty (It’s me), mention of child abuse, self doubt, did I mention angst? Note: It’s a siblings AU story of BTS with the narrator as their elder sister. I tried to write something different from what I usually write about. I had fun making this. Hope it makes you feel good too. Happy Reading Everyone :)

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - More to come

Who Will Pay the Rent?

9:24 a.m. 1st September, 2015

“Just a few more minutes left.” Yoongi sighs heavily, “you could have easily saved the bother to come here, today.”

“What happened?” I ask, taking the empty seat beside him. “I thought you said that we’re winning today. What’s up with that long face?”

“It seemed like that at the first half.” Yoongi nods towards the field, “as you can see, the tables took a 180 degree turn.”

Honestly, I don’t understand a thing about basketball. It is better to just take Yoongi’s words as they are. I ask him the important question now, “how much do you owe them?”

Yoongi intentionally avoids eye contact and keeps looking at the match without a reply. I notice that he is sweating like crazy. I understand now that it is not just about the game.

“Don’t tell me you have to sell a kidney to pay them.” I jokingly say to which he doesn’t budge. I grow agitated. “Yoongi! C’mon, tell me what it is?”

He sighs and says, “It’s just worth my rent, that’s all.”

“Your rent?” I ask, “like for the month?”

Yoongi nods and stays silent. We both remain silent for the rest of the game. I wish I could offer to help him. It is most likely that he will not accept anything directly from me. I, on the other hand, am not in a place to help him either.

My phone vibrates in my pocket and I quickly take a look at Jimin’s message saying he’s going inside the exam hall right now. I write a small “good luck” reply and put my phone back inside the pocket.

Yoongi starts to stand up from his seat, “Let’s get out of here! It’s not like anything can change in the last few minutes.”

I nod and follow him out of the stadium. He asks me if I want something to eat to which I shake my head.

“Noona!” Yoongi says, “Stop worrying about me. It’s not like I’m going bankrupt or something. It’s just some stupid amount of money, that’s all.”

“So,” I start hesitantly, “who will pay the rent?”

“I’ll manage that somehow, Noona. I always do.”

Yoongi’s the one among us who’s the most desperate to make a lot of money. That’s why he goes into these betting games and all. I once heard from Jin that he had found Yoongi starving himself because he lost all his money on some games and Jin had helped him that one time even though Yoongi refused to be helped. I don’t really approve of his ways but who am I to stop him? I did not raise him. I don’t even understand his ways of thinking.

I still feel like I should advise him to stop this nonsense and try something else. Something permanent. He is a genius and I know he will be able to figure something out if he wants. But I also feel like today is not the time to lecture him on life. Not when he’s already so stressed about it.

I decide to head to my next destination. I am not going to leave Yoongi in this state. So, I ask him, “If you don’t have to be anywhere, will you come with me?”

“I can manage some time. Where will you take me, Noona?”

“We’re going to meet Jimin.”

Jimin’s exam will be finished at around 11 a.m. So, Yoongi and I wait for him outside the hall where there seems to be a huge crowd of the guardians of the other students. I mentally pray that Jimin will be able to outsmart them on his test today.

“I never understand Jimin’s appeal for education.” Yoongi says.

“I think it’s the same one as yours.” I offer an explanation, “Come to think of it. At the end of the day you both want to win at life. By elevating your status. Either with education or with money.”

“You know what, Noona?”

“What?”

“I hate it so much that you’re always right!” There is a faint line of smile on his face as he says the last sentence.

“Yoongi” I suddenly feel an urge to talk to him seriously. Yoongi barely talks about his real issues.

“Noona?”

“I’m asking this because I’m really worried about you, okay?”

Yoongi frowns, “I think I know what you’re going to say. I’m sorry for making you feel that way. I really am. I’m sorry, Noona!”

“Oh no, dear!” I quickly add, “You don’t have to apologize. I understand that you’re going through tough times.”

“Noona!” Yoongi looks at a distance as he speaks, “Do you remember ma’s face? Like, not the one as we see in her pictures. The face of her when she was sick. That face she had before she could finally rest after years of pain she went through.”

I don’t know why Yoongi is suddenly bringing this topic. Is he really missing ma all of a sudden or just trying to change the topic? Yoongi glances at me for a second and I can see his eyes glistening.

“If only I had the money, I would have taken a bus from school to come to see you.” Yoongi sniffs, “he wouldn’t let me go no matter how much I begged him to. Said it was a ‘waste of good money seeing some sick people’. I don’t think I can ever move on from the fact that I never saw ma and pa again after I left that house.”

“Yoongi!” I can barely make myself audible.

Yoongi never talked about the times he spent with our uncle who took him in when ma fell sick. Yoongi was only four at that time and he was the only one who never came to visit us occasionally during the five years when ma and pa were still alive. When I used to ask pa about it, he would always say that Yoongi was too busy with his school. I only got to see him first at their funeral. Only after Yoongi left uncle’s place for good when he was finally eighteen, we started meeting almost regularly.

“I’m sorry, Noona, I turned up this way.” Yoongi looks at me, his eyes bloodshot, “I didn’t really have an opportunity to be any better than this. Of course, I won’t use this as an excuse. I’m all grown up now and I’m trying to be more responsible. I swear, Noona, you will be proud of me like all the rest of our brothers one day. I will make that happen.”

“But I am proud of you!” I say, “I am proud of how strong you are. I am proud that after all those shits you went through, you still grew up to be such a kind and sweet soul.”

“Thank you, Noona! But you don’t really have to cheer me up.” Yoongi shrugs his shoulders, “I know me.”

“And I know you too.” I slowly move towards him and pull him into a hug, “I see you, Yoongi. I see you!” I slowly pat him on his back as I can sense him fighting the urge to hug me back.

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𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞|| 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐏𝐨𝐥𝐲!𝐨𝐭𝟕 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐉𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐜𝐮𝐬)

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐉𝐢𝐧 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐰 𝐮𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐧𝐨 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲, 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞. 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐚 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧, 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐚𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐱 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬?

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝐈𝐝𝐨𝐥 𝐀𝐮, 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭, 𝐚𝐧 𝐮𝐧𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐥

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭||𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭

𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟕, 𝟏𝟗𝟗𝟗

The orphanage was warm and cozy. While people were getting ready to spend time with their family, you were handwriting letters, thanking all of the women in the orphanage that cared for you. The orphanage was pretty small, but it was homely, the smell of cinnamon and vanilla filled it. In the living quarters was a stone fireplace, a large furry rug laid in front of it. That’s where you slept most of the time.

It’s where you met Jin for the first time.

“Hey, what are you doing? It’s past curfew!” Those are the words he first said to you.

You rolled your eyes. “Calm down. I’m almost done.” You gathered up all of your letters and put them in envelopes. One of the letters you handed to him.

“Here”, you said. “Give this to Miss Jang in the morning. I put your name on it.”

“Why? I didn’t ask you to do that.”

“Well, Miss Jang has been good to you. It’s only fair.”

Jin was about to walk away until he saw you were still sitting there, staring up at him.

“What? Everyone else is asleep.”

“I can't,” you whispered.

“Can’t what?”

“I can’t sleep, not tired.” you rubbed your eyes.

He sighed. He knew you were sleepy but he didn’t try to fight you on it. Instead, he came and sat down next to you. You laid your head on his lap, letting him run his hands through your hair.

“What’s on your mind?” He’d ask, and you would vent to him about your thoughts. You fell asleep that way every night. The nuns in the orphanage knew that you two would fall asleep by the fireplace but they didn’t seem to mind. He seemed to do a better job at getting you to sleep than they did.

𝐃𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟏, 𝟐𝟎𝟎𝟓

Christmas was coming up. Everybody stayed busy in the orphanage, making decorations and putting presents by the big tree in the dining room. Children were getting adopted left and right, families wanting a change for the new year. Jin’s birthday was last week. You and the nuns made you a cake with 12 candles. You sang a song for him and made him a birthday card, with the help of Miss Jang.

𝐓𝐨 𝐉𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐞,

𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐞

𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐈 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐲.

𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝟏𝟐𝐭𝐡 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐒𝐞𝐨𝐤

𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞

When Jin turned 16, he was given a phone. Since he was the oldest and most responsible child in the orphanage, they wanted to make sure he could contact someone if something happened. He only used it once, the time when you broke your arm on your birthday.

𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐞 𝟏𝟒, 𝟐𝟎𝟎𝟗

“Be careful, princess!” Jin shouted from the ground below you.

You were on the roof of the orphanage, a piece of cake in one hand and a bottle of soda in the other. The roof was your special spot, a spot where you could watch the sunrise and sunset. It felt like freedom.

“Calm down, I’m about to get down”, you rolled your eyes, finishing your last piece of cake and drinking your last drop of soda.

Wearing socks on the roof was not the best idea. On your way down, your sock slipped off your foot, causing you to fall on your left shoulder. When you got to the hospital they had to pop your shoulder back in place and give you seven stitches.

But Jin was there for every second, never leaving the side of the hospital bed.

Until you got back to the orphanage, two strange people were standing in the living room.

“Jin! Your back!” Miss Jang greeted him. “This lovely family is here to see you. I’ll show __ to her bed.”

And that was the moment when your world crashed. That was the moment when your life lost its meaning.

That was the moment when you were left alone.

After Jin’s talk with the guys, the room went silent. It was too much information to process all at once, but he had to get it off of his chest.

“She was my best friend," he whispered. “It was hard to leave her. I really didn’t want to, but the family that adopted me didn’t want a daughter.”

“Why won’t she talk to you then?” Namjoon asked. It seemed like you had a good relationship before. “What changed?”

𝐃𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟒, 𝟐𝟎𝟏𝟎

“Waiting again Miss Kim?” One of the nuns walked past you. You smiled.

“Today is the day ma'am!” You sat out by the window, looking out at the front yard.

“What's today Y/n?”

“It’s Jinnies birthday! He said he was gonna stop by today”, you told her, pointing to the cake you left in the kitchen with a do not touch label on it. “ I made it for him, just like old times.”

You looked at the clock. 2:00 pm. He should’ve been here by now.

So you called. No answer. Then you called again an hour later. No answer. At the end of the night you left him a voicemail while giving the cake to the younger kids in the orphanage.

“Hey, happy birthday Jinnie. Hope you’re okay and uh– I miss you.”

Then you left another one the next year.

“Hey Seok, not sure if you still have this number but… happy birthday! Uhm, I hope your new family is treating you well. Love you.”

Then you left the last one in 2013.

“Seokie”, you sniffled, trying to calm down. “M-miss Jang is gone… everyone is gone. Please h-help.”

If only he had come to help you that day. Maybe things would’ve been different.

Maybe.

The next meeting with the boys was practically pointless. You were supposed to be talking about what concept they wanted for their clothing line but all you were met with was silence.

“I was thinking”, you started. “We should do an all pink line. It would go great with the concept of your new album. What do you think?”

More silence. They all just sat there, looking at each other.

“Did I miss something?” You raised an eyebrow. It seemed like everyone had this secret meeting and left you out of it.

Jin stood up first. The others followed his example. “We’ve decided as a team that we can no longer continue with this partnership.” His managers looked at them in shock. you guess they didn’t inform anyone else of their careless decision.

You laughed. “Did you decide this before or after your boyfriend showed up at my house unannounced?”

“That was an error in judgment on my part. I apologize, but this is for another reason.”

“Oh, so He finally told you?” You scoffed. “So what? Leave the past in the past and focus on the present. What you're doing is foolish.”

Jin slammed his hand on the table, all of the rage that was building up inside him finally spilling over. “No, what you’re doing is foolish! Acting like above it all?”

“Please”, He laughed. “You’re fooling no one. Just get it over with!”

“Get what over with?” You gave him a blank stare.

“Hit me”, he said. The others looked at him as if she had just lost his mind. “Scream at me, hit me, do something! You, staring at me like I’m some stranger– that’s why I can’t do this!”

“Get over it already”, You told him plainly. “This–this isn’t about you and me! This is about my future and I only have one if we go through with this deal!”

Your manager stepped in. “She’s right. Without this deal Kim & Clothes will not be successful. We need this deal to get other deals, hopefully from overseas.” Namjoon huffed, slamming his hands on the desk out of anger.

“Jin.”

He looked up at you. “Y-yeah?”

“Please do this for me. If you still love me, you will help.”

“Okay”, He whispered.

“Okay?”

“Y-yes, I– we’ll help.”

𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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→chapter 1: Mission

→ pairing: demon! ot7 bts x rebel!poc OC named Afternoon

→ genre/au: science fiction, dystopian au, thriller, smut, fluff, angst, enemieis to lovers, enemies to friends.

→ summary:Afternoon is a rebel that was recruited by the agency called the Facility. The Facility’s main goal is: overthrow the government. A few days after a mission gone wrong, Afterrnoon and her team are told to go on a rescue mission. This mission will require for her team to go to the one place they’ve been avoiding.

→ rating: 18+

→wc: 2.4k

→warnings: spitting on face, misuse of authority, fighting, hint at trauma, mention of (maybe) death

→ author’s note: YES I DID IT! I POSTED IT ON TIME AHAHAHAHHAHA. Thank you to Indigo @playmetheclassics for betaing for me. i love you :D. (i think she’s doing it so she can get off the fight list but whatever). but please, enjoy this chapter! the poll is at the end!

if you would like to be tagged for this fic, please send an ask or comment below! Better yet, just yell at me until I notice you.

She could hear her heart pounding. A loud bum bum bum resounding through her body. The ache in her legs matched its rhythm, screaming Slow down! Stop!

But she couldn’t.

They were coming. She might not have been able to see them or hear them. But they were near.

Keep going. Keep going, she chanted to herself, hoping boosting herself up would help her run faster.

As long as she ran, they couldn’t catch her. That was their sick, twisted game.

Run as fast as you can. And don’t stop. We’ll be right behind you.

Her and her team had taken off running–two of whom had looked for an escape. They had stopped. She could still hear their screams inside her head next to the pounding of her heart. She would cry for them later.

Right now, she just needs to keep running. Until they decided she could stop. Or until one of the remaining team members had found a way out of this dark place.

Keep going. Keep going.

“Good Afternoon!” A high pitched voice squeaked near Afternoon’s ear.

“That fucking joke is dead,” she mumbled into her arm before sitting up and wiping the yuck away from her lips.

When her vision cleared, she found her bunkmate Aliah sitting on her nightstand. Aliah’s hazel eyes were trained onto Afternoon’s and twinkled with laughter. Her goddess braids that Afternoon thought were way too long to fight were spread around her thighs. The lamp and book Afternoon kept there had been moved to make way for her big ass.

Only Aliah was allowed to move Afternoon’s stuff and live. Then again, Aliah wasn’t scared of her roommate. She’d come back to life just to fuck with more of her things. Besides Afternoon messed with her stuff too.

“It’s still fun to say though.”

I cannot wait to snatch this girl’s weave out her head.

“Girl, would you leave me alone? I’m trying to take a small nap before I whoop everybody’s ass. Especially yours.”

“You won’t be able to whoop this ass. Trust.”

Afternoon rolled her eyes before grabbing a pillow and swinging it at Aliah’s head. The cotton filled pillow did not nothing but make Aliah laugh as she smacked it away.

“Anyway, get up. Chief wants us in the training room for a debrief before we spar.”

“A debrief? The hell? For what? I’m not going on another mission. We just got back!”

“I know, Afternoon. But-”

“But nothing! Chief doesn’t have a right to send us back out there! Our team hasn’t recovered yet,” she began pacing the floor, hands stretching towards her to pull at her hair. “Hell, ‘recovered’ isn’t even the right word. We’re just not ready for another mission.”

Aliah frowned, knowing Afternoon was right. But it didn’t matter. If Chief wanted them to go into another mission, then into another mission they would go. Afternoon knew this.

Afternoon cursed under her breath and walked over to her closet to fish out her training clothes: a leather jumpsuit with a velcro strip across the back to stick a weapon there. Leather boots and gloves completed the look. The Facility wanted them to all look like knock-off versions of Black Widow.

The jumpsuit was tight but was easy to maneuver around it. A toolbelt sat at her waist and had an assortment of knicknacks nestled into the various pockets. Rope, thinwire, pliers, you name it, it was there.

Once it was snug against her body, she nodded towards Aliah, who struggled to put the suit on. The Facility hadn’t thought about the persons who may have voluptuous bodies when they recruited them. So Aliah, Afternoon, and a few others were always stuck jumping into their suits instead of sliding into them.

“You ready, girly?” Aliah asked.

“I should be asking you that,” Afternoon mocked her.. “That ass is getting bigger. You had to leap into that suit.”

“Shut up!”

Afternoon giggled as she pressed the button to open the door into the hallway. The tinted blue lamps lit the corridor. The smell of freshly baked bread drafted towards her and made her stomach grumble. The kitchen was only a floor down, and when the air shifted, they could always get a wift of what was being made for dinner.

“You shouldn’t have skipped breakfast and lunch trying to get some sleep,” Aliah admonished her, making a ticking sound.

“Can’t change my actions from earlier, so I’ll have to deal with it,” she said, shrugging.

This was Afternoon’s pet peeve for herself. If she dwelled on the past too long, wondering where she went wrong, she might never focus on the present or the future. Her solution was to make a better choice when presented with one.

Missing breakfast and lunch for some extra sleep was a choice she decided to take on her own. And honestly, it was worth it. She felt more revitalized than she had in days.

The doors of their floormates opened, showcasing other recruits for the Facility. The Facility had six floors in all in this building. But the Facility was housed in an old university . There were eight of them in all on this floor. Two to a room, but they were a team. Afternoon was the leader, and the rest of her team was made up of Aliah, as her second in command, Holly, Aria, Marigold, Taylor, Lilith, Jack

The ways teams worked in the Facility was unusual for other districts. They were divided into three smaller groups that had specialized duties.

Afternoon, Aliah, and Jack made up the Action members. Their group was essentially in charge of kicking ass first and asking questions later. They were given private lessons on the best way to disarm someone with a .47 pistol in the worst way possible. They were also taught how to use that same .47. They were taught how to protect their other team members and make extremely hard decisions if necessary.

Holly and Aria made up the Computer Whizzes. Their group created any technology they may need on their missions like comm units and stun guns. They were in control of hacking into databases or security systems so the Covert team could get in and out.

The Covert team was made up of Marigold, Taylor, and Lilith. If a party needed to be crashed, these three were the ones to do it. In style, no less. Dresses were Marigold and Lilith’s favorite item in their closet, since they shared a room, and Taylor was their chaperone, when they decided they didn’t want to complain about having to conform to rich society’s ideals.

Marigold and Lilith’s door was the only one that didn’t open. The two girls didn’t come out of their room and chastise Afternoon about the crust that was around her eyes. They didn’t get on Aliah’s last nerve about why she didn’t use white eyeliner to make her eyes less surprised.

They didn’t come out of their rooms with their jumpsuits half-way open to show off their impressive cleavage.

No. And it was all Afternoon could do to stop her mind from hearing their screams and the sounds of feet running.

And the laughter.

Chief was a woman, who had no name other than Chief. That was what she had told them when they were first recruited. She was broad shouldered with a broad face. She was probably one of the most beautiful women in the days before the government decided to take over completely. Now she was a hardened soul of what used to be someone who partied all night long.

Blonde hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail and sea blue eyes with dark circles underneath stared at the six of the members.

Chief was standing behind her desk, arms crossed her torso. She said nothing for a few minutes, letting her eyes linger on each of Afternoon’s team members. When her eyes landed on Afternoon, the air in the room shifted and Afternoon shivered with the amount of contempt that she was facing.

“Team Ace, please be seated. Except you Afternoon,” Chief commanded. “You keep standing.”

As much as Afternoon wanted to throttle Chief, she obeyed and nodded towards the rest of her team. Chief may have authority over them, but the loyalty between Team Ace was through and through.

They all sat in one of the plastic chairs surrounding the Chief’s desk, while Afternoon assumed the “parade rest” stance at Aliah’s side.

“You may all be wondering why I asked you to come here. I know all of you have just come back from a very important mission,” the Chief’s eyes began to harden. “But it’s because of that mission that you’re going on this next one.” She looked directly at Afternoon as she said her next part. “Your incompetence to make good choices resulted in unfortunate casualties-”

“Marigold and Lilith aren’t dead, Chief,” Aliah interrupted.

Chief cut her eyes at Aliah’s interruption and Afternoon was afraid that the commander would slap her second-in-charge.

“They may as well be. We all know where they went!”

Her yelling made everyone wince. They did know where the two girls were. Afternoon had planned to believe that the girls were just using their resources and blending in order to escape. But the chief was right. The place they had been taken too was worse than hell itself.

“And it is your fucking fault, you stupid bitch!” Chief pointed a shaking finger at Afternoon. She was crying, those sea-blues becoming moist and red.

Jack and Taylor leapt up to keep their commander away from their leader. None of them had seen their commander blame anyone for a mission gone wrong. It was always the team’s fault–not a single individual. That member may beat themselves up on their own time, but the team took the brunt of it.

It’s why Aliah, Holly, and Aria stood in front of their leader ready to swing on Chief if needed.

“Marigold and Lilith made decisions that Afternoon could not change. She told us to run and that was what we all did. They decided to-” Aria began before the chief cried out:

“You think my daughters are idiots?”

Silence fell through the room as the commander’s words processed.

Jack goofily whispered loudly, “They look nothing like you.”

If Taylor hadn’t been holding Chief’s arms, Jack would have gotten knocked out.

“They look like me before the War. And their dad. But that doesn’t matter. What matters is that I placed that with you Afternoon. And that was a mistake.”

“Nothing about this was my mistake,” Afternoon defended herself. She wasn’t about to let Chief’s accusatory words mix with her guilt and leave her a hollow shell of misery. “Like Aria was saying, I told everyone to run. Hell, they told us to run. You saw our body cameras. Marigold and Lilith stopped and tried to find an escape. And unfortunately, they caught up to the girls.” Afternoon grimaced as she vividly remembered the screaming of the girls as they were dragged away.

Chief laughed maniacally. “You say it’s not your fault, and yet it is!” She jerked Taylor across the table and punched Jack in the stomach, sending him to the floor holding on his stomach.

Holly screamed as Aria and Aliah raced over to check on their teammates.

“Chief, this is misconduct! Stop this now!”

“Shut up!”

Aria and Aliah had managed to help Taylor and Jack up and to a seat. The anger printed on their faces was enough to fuel Afternoon’s own rage. Not only was Chief out of her mind, but she had insulted Afternoon.

This wasn’t how a debriefing was supposed to go at all. They were supposed to receive files that were filled with notes and information pertaining to the mission. Instead, they were getting an emotional fit from their own commander.

Afternoon tried to use her calmest voice, but the underlying layer of frustration couldn’t be missed.

“My team and I will be taking our leave now. We have been insulted and abused,” she nodded towards Jack and Taylor. “We will be requesting a new commander-”

“You aren’t leaving until I say you do! Sit down!”

They refused until their legs unwillingly sped towards a seat and their asses were plopped into it.

Aliah hissed, “You’re not supposed to do that to us! What is wrong with you?” Chief said nothing but stomped over to her file cabinet and pulled out a single manila folder. She threw it at Afternoon’s head, which shouldn’t have been possible.

She picked it up and found that it was stapled together. Convenient.

“What’s this, you crazy-”

“Read it.” The commander sat down at her desk and watched as Afternoon opened the folder.

She figured she may as well obey until the sextet could leave and report her for misconduct. Her respect for the woman had dwindled, but there was a nagging voice in the back of her mind that knew Chief was right. It was her fault.

Didn’t mean she wanted to hear it.

The tension rose in the small room as Afternoon read the contents. Each page made Afternoon’s heart beat faster.

They weren’t. They couldn’t.

She gripped the papers, crumpling them.

“We refuse this.”

“You can’t,” the commander plainly said.

“We can. We have a right to unless you’ve decided to go beyond the Facility’s rules and regulations. You’ve already broken several of them anyway.”

Chief smiled as nicely as a lion trapping its prey would. She pushed back her chair and circled it to where Afternoon sat. She grabbed what she could of Afternoon’s leather armor and pulled her in.

Aria, Holly, and Aliah sat still but Afternoon knew that if they could, they’d be on top of the insane commander.

“Listen closely. You got my daughters taken-”

“How many times-”

Her cheek stung from the slap the commander landed on her. “I said listen closely!”

What is wrong with this woman?

“You got my daughters taken because of your choices! Now your choices will matter the most to you! I went through hell and back to get this approved by the Facility.”

“So you’re going to send me on a suicide mission?”

The team glanced at one another–the same question written on their faces.

“Afternoon, this mission is yours and yours only. I just wanted your team in here so they can witness it.”

“We’ve witnessed how deranged you are,” Aliah spat at her.

Chief wiped her cheek, never letting her eyes leave Afternoon’s, whose own eyes were wide and afraid.

The assignment was dangerous and absolutely crazy. Chief may as well have been express-shipping Afternoon to her own coffin. Her mission was to find Marigold and Lilith by going to the very place they were being kept as prisoners.

Disturbia.

The very name made Afternoon shake in her boots. Memories of the place flooded through her head. Vivid and terrifying memories that she had hoped would never resurface.

“So let’s begin with your first choice of many, Afternoon. Do you accept this mission?”

“You aren’t really giving her much of a choice, commander!” Holly yelled.

Chief ignored her, the sea blue eyes unwavering from Afternoon’s.

“Afternoon, make your choice.”

HERE IS THE POLL

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Stars to my moon | chapter-5 |

Genre: Soulmateau! Idolau!Angst;fluff;drama;romance, polyamorousAu!

Pairing:ot7×f!OC

"We have been nothing but considerate of you and your feelings, while all you've given in return is rejection and cold shoulder since day one." He grits out.

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The boys have been practicing for over three hours now. Jimin has been down all day, worrying about Selene and Jin. He really didn't want to leave them all alone fending for themselves while being sick, even if it was only for some hours. During these three hours, Jimin has made three phone calls to Jin asking about their health, only getting short answers in return.

Jungkook putting his own worry for his Hyung aside has been trying to comfort jimin all day, doing crazy shit to make him smile but of no use.

Yoongi has been observing everyone all this time; that's what he does. Observe and evaluate his surroundings and his family. He can tell by little things like fidgeting or picking nails if his members are stressed or nervous or embarrassed. Living with people for nearly nine years does this to people. Even though he doesn't show his love verbally or in an overly affectionate way, he does these little things like observing their worry to help them out, not wanting or waiting for them to burn out like a candle: and carrying all the stress alone. That is his way of subtly showing his love for them.

And this past week, he has observed Namjoon fighting an internal battle that has only increased after Selene's arrival at the dorm. He looks at her puzzlingly as if the answers he is trying to find; lie with her, observing her behavior towards Jin and Jimin, not that he's not been doing that himself, he didn't want them to get hurt even if it's by the hands of their own soulmate and that's probably what his dongsaeng was doing but, he knows there's more to it. He knows Namjoon is hiding something, and he also knows it's something crucial to the situation of the soulmates.

He decided he'll have a talk with Namjoon during the break to relieve himself of his internal battle.

Another thing he noticed was how weird Taehyung was behaving. All quiet and somber. He figures he must have a lot on his mind as well. Normally, along with jungkook, taehyung would also be trying to up the spirits of his best friend, setting the mood with his crackheaded-ness. It could just very well be worry for his best friend. He has already made it clear that he doesn't like the way Selene has been treating Jin and Jimin but, Yoongi understands that she is new to all this as well; She will take time to process the changes in her life. She can't just welcome two strangers with open arms just because they are her soulmates.

Yoongi decides he will take care of his dongsaengs one at a time.

When the rest time rolls around, he asks Namjoon to have a talk with him privately in his studio.

Walking into the genius lab, Namjoon asks, "yes, Hyung? what is it?"

"I know something has been bothering you for quite a while now, Namjoon-ah. do you wanna talk about it?" He asks, he knows there is no point in rushing Namjoon to open up but trying wouldn't hurt.

Namjoon sighs, "yes, Hyung, but don't worry. I'll handle it."

"I didn't ask if you'll handle it. I'm telling you if you want a listening ear, this one is always open."

"I know, Hyung. I know. But I can't. I can't tell you, or anyone for that matter, because the information is not mine to share, and even though it's crucial for someone to know, I promised them not to tell anyone. I don't know what to do Hyung." Namjoon says, hanging his head and massaging his nose bridge.

"Is this information by any chance involving The soulmates?" Yoongi asks, they have agreed to call the Soulmate Trio the soulmates because honestly, all their names together were a mouthful.

Hearing his words Namjoon's head snaps up, bewildered as to how he knew, "H-how?" he asks with a frown,

Chuckling, yoongi says, "seriously!? as if anything is ever hidden from me."

"Yeah, but.." Namjoon nods, understanding.

"and well, the secret glances and puzzling looks you keep throwing towards her helped too." suga reveals smugly.

"Ah! I see. it was that obvious?"

"yeah!" he laughs.

"so now that you know, what do you suggest I do?"

"Honestly, if it's something related to her history, you should leave it up to her to open up to them." Namjoon opens his mouth to say something but he doesn't give him a chance, "and I know you feel responsible for knowing beforehand but, as you said, it's not your place nor your secret to share. They will work it out, she'll tell them, whatever it is, when she thinks it's the right time to. And even if they come to know that you knew before them, they will understand. They're not children, namjoon-ah. they know what keeping your word means."

Namjoon's shoulders visibly sagged in relief as he listened to his words.

"Thank you, Hyung! You don't know how long this has been unsettling me."

"I think I do, since the night you met her at Han river, isn't it?"

"Guess you ARE a psychic." namjoon chuckles.

Now that his one brother was free of his predicament, he can focus on his other one. And just like Namjoon, he will give him time to come, and talk to one of his Hyung too before stepping in himself. He just wishes it won't come to that.

The rest of the day went a little more relaxed. During the break, Jimin Video called Jin, though Selene wasn't in the room, Jin informed him that she was sleeping since there wasn't much to do, they both had eaten and were only getting better. After the call, Jimin too was relieved and could focus more on the practice. They all of course missed Jin but, they knew, he'll be with them not long after.

They all went home tired, smiling ear to ear except yoongi, he stayed behind to finish some music he has been working on these past months, he had a schedule: to release his new album soon. He couldn't wait to share this album with army.

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The sounds of whispers wake me up from the dreamland, but I don't open my eyes trying to focus on what they are saying.

"When Should I give it to her?" Jimin says, what is he talking about? Give me what?

"I don't know, it's your call," Jin replies. I wanna ask them what they are talking about, but they are speaking in Korean and as far as they know, I can't understand it. Maybe I should tell them that I can understand their language atleast some of it but then it'll be easier for them to make conversations with me and I'm not ready to talk with them.

Fingers move into my hair, gently caressing my scalp; making me sigh against my will. The fingers stop, before continuing after a second, but they don't talk further. Instead, I hear my name leaving Jin's lips.

"Selene..." His deep sugary rich voice makes goosebumps rise on my arms. It's the first time, I'm hearing my name slipping out of his lips. Meanwhile, what I now suppose is Jimin's fingers are still weaving through my hair. It's baffling to me how in just a matter of a day since I met them, I could differentiate between them both with my eyes closed.

"Selene, wake up, please. You need to eat something." He speaks again, And as if on cue, my stomach grumbles. I groan, whyyyy!!!!!

"Everyone is waiting, please come, eat," Jimin says, and I flutter my eyes open. Looking into my eyes, he smiles, but I don't smile back atleast I tried to. I move my eyes to the man standing behind him, finding him already looking into my eyes, he too passes me a smile, and yet again, I tried not to smile. I haven't forgotten the promise I made to myself in the washroom this morning. Even if I have to defy the universe, I won't give in to fate so easily.

I nod, sitting up, "You guys go ahead, I'll just freshen up." their faces tell me; they didn't understand all of what I said, but they got the gist of it since they start moving towards the door.

Walking into the living room, I see everyone settled in their seats, leaving me a seat between Jin and Jimin. I take my seat, as I look at what's for dinner.

"We thought since you guys have been getting better, you won't need to eat the sick food anymore," says Hoseok. That's the first time he has addressed me. I haven't had much interaction with the other guys, they must be giving me space to settle first. Their dorm is pretty big, though I wouldn't expect anything less from Seven guys living together, the world's renowned musicians nonetheless. The interior is pretty modern. The kitchen is themed black and grey, the same as the room I'm staying in.

"Thank you," I say as Jimin serves me and Jin a plate before grabbing one for himself. The dinner was decent; I don't know what's the dish called though. Should I ask them? I don't want to show them any type of interest, but after thinking twice about it, I give in; what's asking for the name of a dish gonna do?

"Sorry, but what is this dish called?" I ask, looking at RM in particular.

"Oh, it's Tteokbokki, it's made from rice. Do you like it?" He answers.

"Yeah, it's good," I say.

"Well, thank Jin, he made it for you," He tells me.

I turn towards Jin, "why are you working in the Kitchen already? You should rest until you're fully recovered." I scold him, against my will, might I add. I don't care about him, No. but when RM mentioned him working in the kitchen, I couldn't help but worry about him. I know this is all because of the bond, but I can't take back my words after voicing them out loud.

He chuckles, "Don't worry, it was not many work. And I was bored, you were sleeping."

Whatever his excuse, I know why he really did it. He was jealous because I complimented Jimin's soup in the morning, and he wanted to earn my praise as well, which he did, Even if it was indirectly. He did. And that was pretty clear on his face. His face was cracked into an ear-to-ear smile, his eyes having lost behind his cheeks, though visible enough for me to see the shine, the pride of having accomplished his goal in them.

Realizing I'm staring again, my eyes divert to the table only to meet another brown pair of eyes, though these eyes were not staring, no they were glaring at me as if I sold off his horse. What was this guy's deal? He seriously has a bone to pick with me, and I didn't even talk to him, let alone do anything for him to act this way.

I sigh, there's no point in addressing that though. I won't be seeing him again after this week. I can ignore it till then.

After finishing up dinner, the guys start cleaning up the table. Thinking, I should lend a hand. I start collecting the dishes and with no interruptions this time, thank god.

The guys move back to the living room, I move to get back to my room, but a voice stops me.

"Do you like to play video games?" The blue highlights guy asks, he's kookie if I'm not wrong.

"um, yeah," I answer.

"Do you wanna play with us? Jimin-hyung and I are gonna have a match, but we need a third player, and Taehyungie-hyung is refusing," he asks me with a pout. Am I seeing this right? Doe eyes and a pout? I didn't have a chance against him in the first place.

"Sure," I say and go to sit at the corner of the couch while he and Jimin are sitting on the floor.

He hands me a console and says, "Don't worry, we'll go easy on you." Smirking at Jimin. The latter, however, is not looking at his dongsaeng, he's looking at me with glinting eyes. I guess, after so many refusals: he's happy I accepted something even if it wasn't his request.

The rest of the boys, except for the one; kookie mentioned before, are here, scattered around the different pieces of furniture in the room. Yoongi and RM, are sharing the couch; adjacent to mine, Hoseok is on a sofa chair, and Jin; is sprawled across the one I'm sitting in.

The match starts with kookie in the lead with Jimin on his tail and I in the last position. But as we got further into the game, the ranks changed. Jimin and I swapped places while Jungkook, as I know him by now, was still in the first place. Not for long. I think as I accelerate, rounding around the corner, I come neck to neck with him. Bumping into his car, I pass him by at just the last second, winning the game. The round of cheers hollered around the room as if I won an Olympic, not a basic car game.

"wahhh!! Daebak!" Jimin comments. I pass him a smile.

"Yah! Selene, you be my team next!" Jin says, giving me a wink.

"Not fair!! You do not say you play good," Jungkkook whines, and I laugh.

"Well, you assumed that I can't play instead of asking me if I could play. Not my fault," I shrug, laughing.

"where you learned?" he asked.

"Eric and I used to play, with time, I picked it up," I tell him smiling, reminiscing the memory.

"Eric?" Jimin asks with weird expressions.

"You know, you should know better than to presume," I say to Jungkook, pretending not to hear Jimin. At this point, the whole room has gone silent, the air frozen. No doubt everyone was watching our exchange.

"Yeah, okay?" Jungkook pouts.

"You don't answer my question," Jimin chimes in impatiently.

"Well.." I drawl, "That's because I didn't want to," I continue.

"Why?" he asks, raising his eyebrow. I chuckle, he really doesn't know when to back down.

"because it's none of your business," I say, looking him straight in the eye as I rise to my feet, watching his eyes as hurt flashes across them. I turn around and go back to my room, slamming the door shut.

Leaning on the door, I take a deep breath; how long till the week is over? It's only my second day here, and I'm already done with all of this. I didn't wanna hurt Jimin. Even if it's only been a day I know both jin and jimin are good sweet men, but I can't lead them on, let them into my life just to leave their hand in the middle of the road. It's better this way, Selene. I assure myself.

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As soon as Selene is out of the room, all members go to comfort Jimin. Hoseok knows Jimin didn't mean any harm with the question, and that guy for the love of God can't contain his jealousy. He just needs to understand to give her time to warm up to him before diving into her past.

He sighs, "Give her space Jimin-ah. she'll come around." comforting his dongsaeng. However, hoseok doesn't miss the looks Yoongi and Namjoon throw toward each other, having their own secret conversation.

"yah! jimin-ah. If you can't help getting jealous, at least try not to show it," Jin says, Hoseok knows it's hard on them both to share a soulmate. They haven't even gotten to talk about it yet.

"I think you guys should talk about it. Try figuring out how you'll handle this relationship," Yoongi says, he chuckles. Of course, he's thinking the same thing. Hoseok and Yoongi's thoughts have almost always been in sync. Just like Jimin and Taehyung, it's like they are each other's soulmates as well.

"Yeah, you guys should have some ground rules to avoid conflict in your relationship with both, Selene and each other," Namjoon agrees.

"That's a good idea. What do you suggest?" Jin asks, and jimin nods. Besides their relationship with Selene. Their relationship with each other is too important for them. They wouldn't want to lose it for the world.

"Well to start with, how about if one of you gets in an argument with her, the other stays out of it?" Namjoon suggests, and both the members agree.

At this point, the only member missing in the whole ordeal has also come out of his room, the sound of the door slamming brought him out of his haven. He listens intently to namjoon, not wanting to miss out on anything.

"And you should communicate more, always be transparent," Hoseok suggests, he knows how important transparency is in a relationship. If you aren't transparent to your partner, the relationship will crumble beneath the weight of your secrets eventually.

"Right, and don't make it a competition 'cause it's not one. And I know being jealous is only human, and you will get jealous of each other, just try not to show it," Namjoon speaks again, making both men look at each other. Jealousy is something that has the power to sink even the best ships.

"And always keep the other in the loop. For example, tell him beforehand if you have made plans or a surprise for her," Jungkook pitches in. Both men are listening to their members, helping them in their strange situation.

"Yes, and you can add more rules as time goes by, and I know you know but still remember she is your priority, don't think like the other will take care of something. Both of you should," Namjoon reminds them. It's pretty common, to dump your responsibility on someone else, assuming they will take care of it, but none does. In their case, if they communicate enough, nothing will get out of hand.

The others move to go back to their rooms, leaving the two to think over their words and talk things out.

"and give her some space, she might be already overwhelmed with the news of two soulmates. Let her settle that in and take things slow then," Namjoon says before disappearing down the hall.

Hoseok lays on his bed worried about his members, they were so ecstatic when they found their soulmate but having to share a soulmate is a lot of work and struggle. He just hopes while tying new ties their old ones won't break.

The vibration of his phone gets him out of his thoughts, he looks at the caller ID before picking up the call, grinning like an idiot. His worries long forgotten, he says into the phone,

"hi, Yeobo!"

"Hi, Oppa. What are you doing?" the person on the other line asks.

"If I say I was missing you, would you believe me? or does that sound too cheesy?" Hoseok teases.

"I definitely wouldn't believe it, and yes, it is too cheesy." She laughs.

"Well, thank god that isn't the answer then, I was just thinking about work," he says. He doesn't want to lie to her, but she isn't aware of the new situation in the dorm, and it's better that way.

"Oppa... you're always thinking about work, take some rest. Don't go too hard on yourself," she scolds, making Hobi chuckle.

"I just had a week's rest. Don't worry. I won't go too hard. Now tell me, was there a special reason you called, or were you just missing me?" he teases again, this time making her chuckle.

"I wouldn't say I didn't miss you, but yes, I called to ask if you're free to go on a date with me this weekend," she asks,

"of course, who would want to miss upon the opportunity to take a beautiful woman on a date?" he answers, a smile gracing his lips.

"Okay then, see you Saturday!" she says, hanging up the call.

Hoseok gazes up at the ceiling, still smiling. Hands folded, resting on his heart, still holding the phone. Whatever the matter Ji-ah always makes his day bright. If hoseok was everyone else's sun, It was Ji-ah, who had the power to make him smile on the lowest of days. It was one of the reasons he decided to date her.

Hoseok, after having witnessed Jin holding onto the hope; of finding his soulmate and the misery that brings, decided not to have those childish false hope. After waiting two years, hoseok had enough of waiting around for his soulmate. He met Ji-ah two years ago when he was at the lowest in his life. She worked for his sister, and after their many encounters, he asked her out on a date. In 2018, when the band was thinking of disbanding, everything he worked so hard for was slipping from his hands, from all of their hands. He needed support and Ji-ah became that anchor in his life at that time. In a way, she saved him, supported him, comforted him, and loved him. When he thought he didn't have anyone, she was there for him.

Now that Jin and jimin found their soulmates, you would think the candle of his hope has once again been lit, but Hoseok doesn't want to find his soulmate. Ji-ah has been there for him for two years, he does not want to repay her love with hurt. He wouldn't be able to bring himself to.

Ji-ah is one of the kindest, purest and brightest souls he has encountered, he can't be the reason for her hurt.

That is the reason Hoseok has given up on ever finding his soulmate.

But has fate ever listened to anyone? You will get what is due to you and in his case, a soulmate.

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It's afternoon, and I'm lounging in the living room alone, watching an episode of Friends. I've been avoiding everyone since the morning. I didn't come out of my room for breakfast so after everyone left: Jin came to my room with breakfast. He didn't say anything about last night's situation, he just understood my need for space. I saw his reaction too when I mentioned Eric; his eyes were screaming jealousy just like Jimin's, and I saw the hurt in there when I disregarded Jimin's right over me. He knew that applied to them both.

But he was neither angry nor upset over it but rather understanding. Neither of us addressed last night's events; we had a silent breakfast. It was a little awkward, but that was only because I didn't know how to act, and he was acting so nonchalantly.

After breakfast, he retired to his room, saying he had work and only came out to make and eat lunch. It went silent, just like breakfast. I wondered why he wasn't saying or asking me anything. But at the same time, I was thankful because I wouldn't know how would I answer his questions anyway.

I was laughing: holding my stomach when Monica was teaching chandler how to pleasure a woman right. I threw my head back laughing, only to have a near heart attack when I saw Jin standing behind me.

Screaming, I sat up straight, turning towards him,

"Fucking hell!! you just gave me a heart attack!" holding a hand to my heart.

But what comes out of his mouth isn't something I ever expected him to ask,

"Are you disappointed in us?" I look at him. Eyebrows furrowed.

"What?" I ask, why the fuck would he ask that? These guys are literal angels as far as I've seen. Always caring and kind to others. To me. When I haven't even done anything to earn that kindness.

"Are you not happy we are your soulmates?" he asks again.

Well, that is quite correct, but I can't say that to him. I don't want to hurt him, so I give him an answer that would be acceptable.

"No, Jin. I am not at all disappointed in you guys." I tell him, "You both are one of the sweetest and kindest people I've encountered. I just..." I sigh, before continuing, "I never imagined this. I didn't think or want to meet my soulmate, but I did. And then I found out I have two of them. How do you expect me to behave when I'm living with people I had no desire to meet or find?"

The way his eyes were staring into my own, I wanted to say so much more at this moment, I wanted to tell him everything, about Eric, about my reason to go against the universe. He wanted me to confide in him but I can't. No matter how much I'm tempted right now. I don't want to regret oversharing when I overthink later.

"You didn't want us?" he asks,

"No, Jin. It's not about you, I didn't want anyone," I tell him.

"Why?" he presses further.

"It's complicated. It's just something from my past that I'm not ready to share." I calmly try to make him understand.

"So, it's not because we are not what you um, excepted?" he says, with hopeful eyes. I don't know how much he understood right now, but I guess he got the gist of it.

"Expected." I correct him before continuing to shake my head, "And no. It's not because you aren't what I expected, rather you aren't who I expected," I tell him. He frowns, searching my eyes.

He smiles, "So, friends?" he asks holding his hand out hopefully.

I contemplate for a second, they really are good people maybe it wouldn't hurt to be their friend. We're gonna need each other throughout our life anyway. I'll just make it clear after, that friendship is as far as I am willing to go.

I smile, taking his hand.

Wait a minute! he was asking me questions so fluently in English, sure his English is good, but it's not as good as the way he just talked. Was he working on this the whole afternoon?

Since we're now friends, I decided to tease him. "So, is this what you were working on till now?"

As soon as the sentence is out of my mouth, his ears turn red. "I..I.. well," he stutters, and I laugh.

"Don't worry, you did good," I assure him, not wanting to embarrass him further.

As I try to turn around, I realize we are still holding onto each other's hands. I try taking my hand out, but he doesn't let go instead; he asks me,

"Can I join you?" he nods towards the screen. I raise an eyebrow.

"You was laughing hard," he says shrugging, answering my unspoken question.

"Sure," I smile at him.

He moves towards the couch, I sit at the far end and he sits right beside me, just an inch of space between us. He rests our still united hands in the space, his thumb lightly caressing the back of my hand.

"you know you can let go of my hand now, right?" I ask him, giving him an eyebrow raise.

"but I don't want to," he says with all sincerity, looking into my eyes. I could hear the thumping of my heart in my ears, I just hope he can't. The effect he has on me is going to get me in trouble one day. What is he trying, we just agreed to be friends. He opens his mouth again, "I'm not feeling good," and everything makes sense.

why do you always have to take everything otherwise Selene, I scold myself. Not everyone thinks like you, people can have innocent intentions you know.

I nod, "Okay," I say and turn towards the screen, putting on Korean subtitles so he can understand as well.

And that's how we spend the rest of the evening, holding hands, laughing with each other. His laugh sounded like a windpipe, and I wondered how can someone this beautiful can laugh like that but I'm not judging, I was snorting most of the time as well.

As the sun went down, I was seeing him in a new light. Quite literally. The ray of sunshine hitting his face; well gracing is a better word. As it graced his face, he looked so ethereal. I was happy we could be friends. I just hope it won't get any more complicated than this. I want to resent them honestly, but keeping the bond aside, they are really good people, and they don't deserve it. I don't deserve them.

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It's been two days since Jin and I decided to become friends. I wouldn't say, we have made a huge leap of progress in our friendship since then, but now at least, I'm comfortable with spending time with him. Yesterday, he and I had a Mario cart match of our own; needless to say, I won.

Though he wasn't bitter about it, he did whine and made me promise to team with him against Jungkook next time. I wanted to ask him what about that guy makes them all so competitive, but I bit my tongue because I didn't think it was my place to pry.

Today, the company allowed Jin to go with the other members to catch up on the practice since he has shown good signs of improvement in the past four days, leaving me all alone at their dorm.

A sigh of boredom leaves my lips as I fall back on the bed. I've been watching shows the entire day, but I'm bored of that too. Seriously, how many reruns can a person enjoy non-stop?

I roll across the bed when suddenly an idea pops into my head. I have two world-renowned celebrities as my soulmates, and I know nada about that aspect of their life. Reaching for my laptop, I sit up on the bed, ready to do some digging into how they become to be who they are now.

I search for BTS on youtube and scroll down the results. I pause and go back up; now counting down the views they have on their video and ¡dios mío! the amount of videos they have on their videos is insane. I first click on the music video that had more than a billion views, the song is named DNA. Though I thought, that I will understand at least a little of their song with the little Korean that I know, I was obviously wrong. I had to open the English subtitles to learn the meaning behind their song.

The melody and the music along with the meaning made the song a masterpiece. No doubt so many people loved the song. Their visuals helped as well. Both of my soulmates are looking heavenly in the video but I can't help watching the other members as well. They all are looking so beautiful with their hair and their dangling earrings.

The next song I listen to is called FAKE LOVE. Well, I guess the title explains a little. As the music starts my breath hitches, If I thought they were heavenly before, they looked devilishly handsome now. The lyrics were so well written, like how does one even come up with things like that? This has to be my favorite song of theirs. The sexiness was oozing out of the screen.

Next, I play ON. This song was released just this year. I see the pattern; the deep, meaningful lyrics aren't just a one-time, poet moment thing. All their songs seem to be deep and meaningful. I wonder who their writer is, whoever it is, the guys got lucky with them. Also, the songs are amazingly produced, these guys' team is so well made, they got lucky with everything.

The next video was released this month only, BLACK SWAN. I don't understand the title, but when I see the lyrics, I'm left amazed. And did I just see Jimin dance in contemporary? he was so graceful, and in the shot when his wings expanded, I was a goner. He dances with such poise I could only think to do so. The guys have only gotten better with time. The first video I saw, was from 2016, and in 2020 their visuals, music, their lyrics; it has only gotten better with time. This song should be played in the orchestra. It has the potential to reach people's hearts without even needing to say a word. This piece is a real masterpiece I'd say.

I go to the comment section since this is my new favorite of the guys, I need to know more about them. I see many comments about their pretty handsome faces, Jimin's dance, and marriage proposals. There were critics as well; some people tried to bash them for their success, but there were millions of supportive, loving comments. These guys are loved by their fans so much.

Just as I was about to click on the next video, a voice startles me, making me swear as I look up. Jin was standing there smiling at me, I smile back.

"what are you doing?" he asks as he strides into the room towards me.

panicking about getting caught, I instantly close the laptop, smiling at him, "oh um nothing, when did you come back?"

"just now," he answers. "come out, we bring dinner."

I nod, following him outside. I see Yoongi behind the counter setting the table with Jimin helping him.

Jimin and I haven't really talked after the incident in the living room, where I not so subtly shut him out. I see the longing gazes he looks at me with whenever I'm in his presence, the jealousy in his eyes when I'm with Jin. Even so, he hasn't come to talk to me, once. I don't know what is going on in his head, but he shouldn't have pried into my past much less so early in our relationship.

Soon, all the guys come out after getting freshened up, filling in the seats. Safe to say, besides Jin, I haven't had many interactions with the other boys, but they have been taking care of me, welcomed me into their home, accepting me as their brothers' soulmate. Seeing their success, these guys are pretty down to earth, the arrogance of success has not taken control of their minds. Well, atleast I don't have to deal with an arrogant soulmate. Considering everything, I'd say I ended up good.

"Do you eat spicy?" Namjoon asks from across me, sitting between Hoseok and Yoongi. Next to Yoongi sits Jungkook. I'm as always sitting between Jin and Jimin, with Taehyung sitting beside the latter.

"Depends. Your spicy? probably, My spicy? No." I answer.

Jin sets a bowl in front of me, "try,"

And I do. "It's good, I have eaten this before."

After dinner, as I start to get up to put my dish in the washer, a hand comes to rest on mine halting my actions.

"I think, it's time we have a talk," Jin says, tilting his head towards Jimin.

I nod, Of course, a talk was in order. It's a good time to let them know of my intentions or lack thereof, I guess.

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They move to the living area, the other members having retired to their rooms to give them privacy. Selene sits on a couch, and both the boys settle on the couch across from her. Being face to face they could read her expression. They know, there is something pulling back Selene from giving in to the pull of the bond. Both the members have experienced how strong the pull is and they've seen Selene fighting against it. They just want to understand the reason behind that fight.

"So..." Selene starts, "What did you want to talk about?"

"First, I want to say sorry for that day," Jimin speaks, hanging his head low, not daring to meet her eyes, he didn't want to see any more hurt or anger in her eyes caused by him, "I was wrong to..." he drifts off, couldn't find the words to express himself due to the language barrier.

"To push me? stuffing your nose in my business?" Selene offers sarcastically. Jimin didn't understand the last part, but he did know whatever she meant was probably true.

He nods, "I am sorry, I will wait for you. I will learn." with determination, he finishes his apology. Jimin never wanted to be the reason for someone's hurt or problem, all he wanted was, for the people he loves to live happily. He also wanted a good relationship with his soulmate.

Seeing the way, Selene had accepted Jin as a friend, from being hostile to comfortable in his presence whilst still showing jimin the same hostility she had when she came to the dorm was eating away at him. His insecurities whispering in his ear that she might not want him as a soulmate, she might choose Jin. He knows he was wrong to raise such an incredulous question this early in their relationship, but he was blinded with envy at that moment, all rationality, all sense went out the window at that time.

And he faced the consequences for that, having her right in front of his eyes but not being able to talk, scared she will say the words he is most afraid of, and having her avoid him like a plague. But after much thought and some advice from Yoongi, he finally stepped up to ask her herself if she wanted him or not. Or will she choose?

"Okay," Selene nods, "I accept your apology, but on one condition. Neither of you will ever push me for something I don't want to share."

Both the boys agree instantly, they never wanted to make her upset again.

"Friends"

"Alright, was there something else, or should I go then?"

"um," Jin fishes out a paper from his pocket, they had asked namjoon to help them with translation, they didn't want any misunderstanding.

"You are fighting the bond, we can tell. why?" Jin reads from the paper, peering up at her.

"I...I just told you not to ask me something I don't want to share." her answer comes.

"But we think your past," Jin counters, "this has us too,"

"Me not wanting to give in to the pull does not have anything to do with either of you," she says, glaring at the men. "I told you Seokjin, You guys are not a factor in whatever I do."

Her response hurt and relieved them at the same time. But they understood, they only came into her life not a week ago, and they can't expect to play a role in her life so soon.

"Okay," they both nod, "Are you going to choose?" taking the paper from Jin, Jimin reads.

"Choose what?"

"between us." Jin clarifies.

"No? I didn't know I was supposed to." she frowns.

"aani, aani, No. I was just... I thought you will not want me when you have Jin hyung." Jimin explains flustering.

"Jimin, I told this to Jin as well, I am willing to have a friendly relationship for the sake of your and my health, but I don't think I'll be able to take any further steps."

Jimin nodded, every word tumbling down her tongue was like an arrow piercing his heart, but he swallowed every single one of them. Selene was in a way rejecting the relationship they wished to share with her, but he won't ask why now; after knowing the reason, maybe he'll understand, but for now, he'll have to settle with being her friend if it means staying by her side.

"Okay, friends?" he says, holding a hand out to shake.

"Friends." she takes his hand, smiling. "I'm glad you guys understood. I don't want any problems in the future. So as far as we're all clear, I've agreed to be your friend and nothing more."

Both boys nod, "We understand,"

Not wanting to let her go just yet, Jimin asks, "what you do?"

"Oh, I'm doing my Master's in astronomy, I have just taken admission in Seoul University. The classes will start from fall though, so I have the time to settle here." her reply comes.

"You come here for study?" Jin asks.

"No, I just came to travel, but I loved it here, so I decided to stay."

"What change your mind?" he questions further, intrigued.

"Everything about this city is amazing. When I came to Seoul, I fell in love with the culture, the people, and of course the food, the biggest factor was my place of solace, the Han river. I love that place."

"Woah, namjoon hyung also go there. He met you there." Jin says, making Selene frown.

"What?" she whispers.

"He tell us your name. You met him. You don't remember?" Jimin asks, tilting his head, a habit he does whenever he tries to understand something.

"I remember meeting someone, but I didn't know who he was." She says, mind elsewhere.

Standing up abruptly, she says, "I think I should sleep." disappearing down the hall, leaving both the men confused and wondering if they did something wrong again.

Not wanting to give in to negative thoughts, Jin and Jimin also call it a night. Retiring to their respective rooms.

"you look happy. It went well?" hoseok asks, seeing the small smile on his roommate's face. The latter, simply nods in reply, sinking into his mattress.

Jimin slips into the dreamland, thinking about the small progress he made with his soulmate today. He was happy that his fear didn't come true; she didn't reject him. There was still a chance. He had all the faith in the universe.

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MAGNETIC PULSE! 01

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ Aohi is signed into a CO-ED contract and meets her future members alongside another female member, but she’s not necessarily welcome..

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ eventual poly!ot7 x added member!oc. (ri-ki centric). content warnings: bickering, a bit of cursing? a little cringe writing.

| : ̗̀➛ MINTIE’s NOTES: Enhypen was considered a boy group prior to this chapter. Aohi was tied to girl group, XG before Enhypen. (ft. members of XG, other idols.)

| : ̗̀➛ WARNING! How I write ENHYPEN is not meant to portray the idols irl, this is my au and I write this for fun. contains angst and a little bit of bickering/awkward tension.

✧. ┊ ⁭⁭ ⁭ ⁭AOHI wasn't one to be a leader, and she knew that from a very young age. She loved to follow the crowd, keep up with trends and go along with any flow her friends set.

Aohi also knew she was one to set things in stone once planned, she was always ready to do things, anything her friends asked of her or plans they wanted to do, she followed orders, that was her whole thing but..

When Aohi had to face the decision of basically being kicked out of her group, being singled out by the company for reasons she didn't know yet, all she had to work with was her manager's soft and sympathetic gaze on her, and that wasn't much.

The rest of the meeting went through one ear of hers and out the other, I mean, why wouldn't it? Why wouldn't it when the group you trained so hard to join was finally gaining recognition, and only now, did management think you weren't right for the concept and kicked you out?

"I'm really sorry, Aohi. You'll do great things, just... not with us." Yuzi spoke softly, Aohi knew her as one of the higher-ups, her manager's boss.

"But...I worked so hard.." Aohi could only blurt out, standing up from her seat. "It's not that you'll be sent back, Aohi," Yuzi did what she could to cool any emotion down before they could leave Aohi's lips.

"You're just, not the concept we want, not.. now." Yuzi chose her words deliberately as to not spark any unwanted feelings inside of Aohi, Yuzi wasn't a bad person, nor was she heartless, hell, she even treated the entirety of XG as her daughters, so Aohi couldn't be mad.

"What do you want me to do then? Where will I go?"

"You'll be moved into a co-ed project, the higher ups, and Hybe, wanted to create something new, and they picked you, Aohi." Yuzi spilled, reaching over to hold a motherly hand over the young girl's shaking fingers.

"So I'll just be put into a new group? That's it for me?" Aohi asked after a slight pause, her head was in a ramble trying to process the information given to her.

"You'll be put into Enhypen." Yuzi confirmed, Aohi paused for a bit, she was versed in various k-pop groups, being the sole reason on why she was an idol now.

"But isn't that a boy group? Why would they want to turn it into a co-ed project last minute?-" Aohi's eyebrows furrowed as her personal manager finally made a move, placing a hand on Aohi's shoulder as if to tell her to calm down. she had been sitting in the corner for a while, listening in on the conversation.

"Aohi, calm down, okay?" Her personal manager softly whispered, her hand squeezing at Aohi's shoulders, trying to ease the girl into a calmer mindset.

"I don't know-" Yuzi couldn't even continue before Aohi is being sat down by her own manager.

"How could you not know?" She challenged back, her hand retracting from under Yuzi's hold and combing itself through her hair.

"I just don't, Aohi!" Yuzi was starting to get frustrated quickly.

Aohi's questions and irritated feelings was starting to frustrate her as she couldn't explain why, why BE:LIFT decided to pick Aohi, why she had to let her go—

"Listen, you don't have to do it, but it is a choice." Yuzi spoke in a tone that felt finalized, in other words, she was telling Aohi to make a choice.

"I've seen your progress, and I don't want a talented person like you to go back to Fukuoka without a chance." Yuzi continued.

Aohi could only stare back at her, she could feel the shock buzz in her body, her jaw threatening to slack open.

"Aohi, please take this offer, I promise you, it'll be worth it, you won't get far with us, with staying in our company." Yuzi had surrended to begging Aohi.

As a motherly figure, she didn't want Aohi to give up because she wasn't in XG— this whole decision to let her go so that HYBE could bring her up for their co-ed project, was better than any offer they could've gotten for Aohi.

Silence filled the room for a few moments, but to Aohi it felt like forever.

She didn't want to give up easily, XG was her group, she basically grew up with the members like they were her older sisters.

Aohi knew they wouldn't want to see her retreat back to Japan, not when she worked so hard to train to be an idol.

"Well?" Yuzi asked after a moment of silence from Aohi. "Aohi, you have the choice, but you need to make it now."

Aohi's throat felt dry as she wondered, if she returned back to Japan, would her family be disappointed, seeing her come back, not even a year after debuting?—

"Okay, I'll accept the offer."

— It felt unreal, Aohi staring at her old dorm bed, which was hers for not even a year, sitting down on the bare bed, running her hand through it. God, she really didn't want to go— nobody did.

Hinata just watched Aohi silently sit in their bedroom for a while with a heavy heart. If she could just keep Aohi here, with them, she would've.

"Ready to go, batsy?" Hinata's voice broke Aohi out of her thoughts, making the girl look up at one of her sister figures. "Nata-nee, won't you miss me?" Aohi sadly mumbled, looking back down at the bed, still unsure of her decision.

"Aish, just because I'm not crying doesn't mean I'm not sad that you're leaving." Hinata sighed, forcing Aohi to scoot over her bed as she sat beside her.

"You don't know how upset I was when I heard of your termination from XG." She spoke, rubbing gently at the younger girl's shoulder.

"We adore you so much, batsy. You don't even know." Hinata squeezed Aohi's shoulder, feeling her eyes sting at the threat of tears.

"Sometimes, things go this way, and just because we won't be idols together, doesn't mean that's it for you." Aohi looked up at Hinata, sadness evident in her brown orbs.

"What if Yuzi was wrong? What if I'm not well received?" Aohi asked, she felt like she had regressed back to her childish self, asking her older sister things she wasn't supposed to be worrying about.

"Well, then you have us, we'll always be here for you to fall into. We'll be your safety net." Hinata smiled, pinching at Aohi's nose, trying to cheer the younger up.

"Let's go, we've wallowed long enough, it's time, Aohi." Hinata slowly stood up, holding Aohi's hand like a sister would to her younger sibling, squeezing tight in reassurance.

Aohi left the old dorm room, an ache of emotions beating in her chest.

"Aohi, take care of yourself out there, okay?" Harvey approached the young girl.

There was barely any sunshine outside, it was as if the world knew how upset Aohi was, her emotions controlling the weather.

"I don't want you to go, I really don't." Juria said in hushed whispers beside her, hooking her arm around Aohi's tightly, hoping her grip could possibly make Aohi stay.

Juria whispered her words to Aohi because she felt like she would be reprimanded if anyone even heard her loud enough.

"I don't want to, either, Juria." Aohi rubbed her hand in the tired girl's head, trying to comfort her however she could.

Aohi sighed, the girl barely keeping her composure before dropping her grip from her luggage and pulling Juria into her arms, holding each other tightly.

"Be strong, batsy." Harvey approached the two as she placed her arms over their embrace, hugging Aohi and Juria tightly.

It was ironic though, being told to stay strong when Harvey's morning skincare was easily ruined by the salty tears that ran down her face.

"They better treat you well at be-lift." Cocona punched Aohi's exposed shoulder, laughing through her own tears.

The rest of XG joined along, trying to turn the sad moment into a memorable one. They wanted to remember their batsy in good spirits.

It felt like time had fastened for Aohi, because their manager couldn't be any faster when she had entered the girls' shared dorms. Aohi could hear her name being called, a shaky sigh leaving her lips.

Aohi picked up her luggage, trying to pull it out of the dormitory. Their manager offered her help with the bags that didn't fit in the suitcase, throwing it over her shoulder.

As Aohi walked further and further away from the girls, she dreaded leaving the dorms even more, because she knew— she knew that if she steps out, she won't be considered a part of XG anymore.

She'll be leaving her sisters behind. She—

As if her thoughts was easily read by the girls, Jurin called after Aohi one last time. Her sisters called her name. "Aohi!" She swore the world stopped for a moment, just for them.

"You have a home here, with us. If everything gets too much, you can always run to us." Jurin left her with words of reassuring.

Even as Aohi was leaving Jurin's duty to lead, to care for her members— to be a pillar of stability for her sisters, shows.

Aohi let out a breathy laugh, shaking her head. "Always such a leader, Jurin-nee."

AT HYBE HEADQUARTERS, TUESDAY, 9:32 AM—

✧. ┊ ⁭ ⁭ ⁭ ⁭The meeting room could be considered empty the way it was silent, The current members of ENHYPEN had woken earlier than they should be to meet up; per their management's request, to meet the potentially new members of ENHYPEN.

"Are they here yet?" Heeseung grumbled from his seat. A tired Ri-ki was on his shoulder, using his hyung as a pillow to try and catch the hours of sleep he's missing by being at the meeting.

Sunghoon was busy spacing out by his seat, while Sunoo was trying not to doze off in his own chair.

"Just be patient a little longer, boys." Their manager tried to soothe the boys' tired annoyance.

"Sorry, sorry!" An unfamiliar staff member entered into the room, two masked girls entering after them. Heeseung looked up, slightly curious.

He assumed from the way they seem to stick to the staff member, and how their own manager lit up at the sight of them, they must've been the reason for the meeting.

"Took you while enough." The manager glanced at the staff member in charge of the girls. Heeseung wasn't sure what to think of the two girls who huddled together.

Aohi already felt close to her member, well, even if they only met a few minutes ago, it was a few minutes longer than the boys of ENHYPEN. Aohi had gotten to know her unnie’s name, Xiulin.

Xiulin was in a similar situation as Aohi, picked off from a group to join Aohi in the co-ed project, 'How considerate.' Aohi thought at the time, at least she didn't feel like she was alone.

Of course, Aohi felt awful that Xiulin had gone through the same thing, especially when she had heard that her unnie was the leader of her own group.

Aohi could only imagine how Xiulin felt.

"Boys, this is Aohi and Xiulin. They'll be the new additions to Enhypen." The staff's gaze turned from the boys to the girls, Ri-ki and Sunoo were now at full attention, glancing at the girls with an awkward look.

Although, the silence must've been unbearable since after just a minute had passed, the staff ushered any one of the boys to say something.

"Yang Jungwon, it's nice to meet you two.." Jungwon took the first move for the group, bowing professionally before reaching his hands over. A handshake, Jungwon was waiting for a handshake.

Aohi hesitated for a bit, looking anxiously at Jungwon's hand, but before she could even decide to shake his hand, Xiulin reached over and took his hand for her.

"It's nice to meet you, Aohi and I look forward to working with you, please take care of us." Xiulin spoke gently, bowing as she held Jungwon's hand. Aohi could only look in awe and admiration at Xiulin.

Xiulin reminded her so much of Jurin.

Aohi quickly snapped out of her awed gaze before turning towards Jungwon and shaking his hand as well, bowing politely, showing her respect to him.

In Jungwon's head, he kind of thought of Aohi as peculiar, Xiulin had a mature personality and was willing to take over for her members, shaking his hand for Aohi was already proof of that.

Aohi has not spoken a single word since they had seen her, only opting to follow after her unnie, sitting down alongside her.

"So, let's get the gist down for what will be Enhypen's schedule now that Xiulin and Aohi are here—" The manager sat middle of the members.

"Enhypen, was always planned to be a co-ed group. We wondered adding female contestants into I-land, but there was never a right time to introduce them." The manager seemed to open a folder of sorts, Aohi and Xiulin listening intently to her words.

"I'd like to think we were doing well on our own, as a boy-group.." Sunoo softly spoke, looking slightly apologetic to Aohi and Xiulin for his opinion.

To an extent, Aohi understood why Sunoo thought so and his hesitance to the addition of girls into the group.

Aohi knew that if she were on the other side of the meeting table, she would be confused, and even frustrated if XG made member additions, much less of the opposite gender when they were told it was strictly a girl group.

The teenage girl looked around the room, observing the other members of ENHYPEN.

As an idol, it would be embarrassing if she didn't know her future members and their names, so she made the courtesy of at least learning their names and faces.

Aohi's gaze landed on Jake, at least she hoped it was Jake? His features was somewhat displaying a perplexed look, spinning in his chair as he seemed deep in thought.

"Well, yes but— see, the co-ed plan was set before Enhypen was even formed as an idea." The manager replied to Sunoo, making the boy deflate as he leaned back to his seat.

It wasn't a secret that their stay in I-land or anything relating, was exactly fun. It was something the members were unsure to explain.

The boys struggled a lot with trying to debut, their journey was turned into a source of entertainment. It was called a survival show for a reason.

Heeseung seemed to struggle at wrapping his mind around the fact that these girls were just being added, firstly it felt unnecessary, and the girls would just not understand.

Jungwon was more frustrated at the fact that this means the girls would have to debut at a later album and it'll complicate what the group was already working on.

"Do they have to join our group? Wouldn't it be better to place them with a group that'll debut together?" Jake bluntly asked, Aohi couldn't lie and say she wasn't offended, because she was.

Aohi was taken aback by Jake's sudden question, so shocked in fact that she could just feel her jaw slacking before it even attempted to open physically.

"What Jake-hyung meant was that, the girls will struggle with our concept- as well as our fans might not receive them well and—" Sunghoon tried to save face for his hyung in front of the staff members and the girls.

Xiulin stared at Jake offended while Aohi only looked appalled.

"What can you do? I mean, these girls have nowhere else to go but be here." The manager's fingers pointed down at the table, emphasizing her seriousness with the taps to the table.

"Their companies have already terminated their contracts, their idol dreams end here if they don't debut with you boys."

The manager no longer felt lenient with the boys, at first, their manager wanted to be understanding, knowing it was an incredibly big change for both sides.

"We've already debuted a while ago, they'll struggle to keep up." Jay wanted to defend his brother, sitting up in his chair.

"If you think we can't handle it, I assure you Xiulin-unnie and I can keep up." Aohi replied, speaking for the first time after she entered the room. She frankly felt offended that this group, was so against them debuting with ENHYPEN.

"You don't know that." Jungwon retaliated, "You don't know us either." Xiulin countered.

"We both left our groups so we could debut with you, I went through that so I could be here," Aohi sighed, "I understand why you're upset, but I've sacrificed more than what I was willing to give to be an idol and I'm sure Xiulin-unnie had to as well."

Aohi had a determined look in her eyes, it was clear that the girl wasn't going to take no for an answer.

"So I'm going to debut, whether you guys like it or not."

"Fine. If you want to debut, don't expect us to help," heeseung replied after a few moments of silence. "Show us you're worth adding into our group."

"Heeseung! That's not—" Their manager scolded the eldest, Heeseung only glancing at her with a blank look, his gaze returning to Aohi.

Heeseung and Aohi was somewhat stuck in a staring contest, as if trying to test each other's patience.

Aohi could feel her jaw clench at this, just what was this group's problem?!

"We will, just see."

— ENHYPEN APARTMENTS, GIRLS DORMS, 11:18 am—

✧. ┊ ⁭⁭AOHI just met her new bandmates, and they already dislike her. Well, the seven of them, at least. Xiulin seems to like her! She hopes…

Silence filled the new dorms as Xiulin and Aohi unpacked, both girls focused on returning a sense of familiarity in an unfamiliar space.

Aohi tried her best to replicate her old room, using trinkets given by Harvey and Jurin to give her comfort. Aohi sat down on her bed, it was too soft for her liking. She could feel her lips start to tremble when the situation sinked in.

Thankfully, Xiulin noticed before she could say anything.

"Looks good." Xiulin spoke from the other side of the room. Aohi sniffled, looking up as if wondering what she meant.

"Your part of the room. It looks nice." Xiulin repeated.

Aohi stared at her unnie for a second before returning her gaze to her hands, responding. "Thanks."

"Worried?" Xiulin continued, taking her response as a green light that Aohi was up to talking. Xiulin folded her clothes as she spoke, placing it on the side in a neat pile to store for later.

Aohi scoffs at her short question— as if it wasn't obvious. "Is it that obvious?"

"If this is about this morning, I'd rather either of us not worry about it."

Xiulin stood up from her spot, bringing her clothes into the dorm's closet, disappearing for a few minutes.

"Didn't you hear them though? We're on our own, and the first album we release with them will be a disaster." It was Xiulin's turn to scoff, Aohi looking back up at the sound of that. "Don't tell me you believe his bluff."

"How would you know it's bluff?" Xiulin sighs, she knew it like it was the most common thing in the world. "They can't leave us to fend for ourselves, how we perform affects them too."

"If you make a single mistake, or cause a rumour, it'll ruin all of us, not just you."

Aohi furrowed her eyebrows, looking down at her fingers. "Maybe, I'm not cut out for this—" Xiulin laughs, catching the younger girl off guard. "C'mon, don't let those boys scare you, we worked just as hard to get here."

"We got this, don't you worry."

BE:LIFT PRACTICE ROOM, THREE WEEKS LATER, 6:43 PM—

— Aohi loved dancing, sure, she wasn't a prodigy or anything, but her dance style was one to lure you into the performance.

Any concept and she's got you, hook, line and sinker.

For some reason though, Aohi felt like her ability was sucked out of her, the way she couldn't even keep up with the practice Ri-ki and Jake gave her and Xiulin.

"It's not that difficult! Switch your feet and you got it." Jake groans. Xiulin and Aohi have been bickering with Jake for the whole practice. The girls could only feel bad for the maknae, who stared at his hyung with an embarrassed look.

Honestly, it felt like Jake was only ever talking to prod at the two girls.

"We're not even used to the steps yet! Give us time!" Xiulin huffed out, glaring at Jake through the foggy mirror of the room.

"Seriously! We're trying, yelling at us won't magically make us do better!" Aohi followed after Xiulin's words. A small silence washed the room, Jake looking at the two girls with a tired and annoyed expression.

After a bit, Jake just turns away, he runs his hand in his hair, walking away. Ri-ki looked up at Jake, wondering what he was doing.

"They really are trying, hyung.." Ni-ki spoke softly enough for Jake to hear. The youngest was obviously trying to soothe the tension between the new members and his hyung.

"Well, obviously not hard enough." Jake replied, taking one last glance at the girls, who looked appalled at his words. Before either girls could retaliate, Jake leaves the practice room, slamming the door behind him.

Ri-ki could only hope that Jake would return after a breather.

"Gosh! The nerve of that guy!— Whatever, I'm going to steam off!" Xiulin grumbled, standing from her spot on the floor and walking off, slipping out of the dance room.

Only and Aohi and Ri-ki were left alone in the practice room, the tension being replaced with awkwardness. This was the first time Aohi was left alone with her male bandmates without staff.

Aohi only ever spoke to her members when it was necessary. Aohi has never freely chatted with any of the boys, not even the youngest.

Aohi positioned herself from the middle of the practice room, to the sides, sitting down to wait for Xiulin to return. She tried her best to keep her distance from Ri-ki, since she already assumed he wouldn't want to talk to her.

Ri-ki, unsure of what to do, sits beside her, a reasonable feet apart. It was quiet, the hum-buzz of the air conditioning was the only sound accompanying the two.

"I'm sorry about Jake-hyung." Ri-ki softly mumbled towards her, picking at the skin on his nails.

"Why're you apologizing? Unnie and I want to hear it from him." Aohi replied curtly.

Ri-ki sighed at this response. Ri-ki was a very understanding person, he knew why his hyung was so easily frustrated by anything. He also knew that frustration wasn't an excuse to take it out on Aohi or Xiulin.

"Jake-hyung's just upset, he's trying to adjust." Ri-ki felt like he needed to defend Jake first, despite feeling guilty about the way the boys and the girls bickered all of the time.

"And what makes you think we aren't as well?" Aohi poked. "We're already trying our best trying to follow his instructions,"

"It only makes us even more exhausted that he keeps prodding at the little thing we do wrong." Ri-ki listened, turning to Aohi, "And to think we left our groups for this.."

Ri-ki felt like a dim lightbulb went off of his head— ah, he remembers, their first meeting. Ri-ki would've thought that the girls were picked exclusively.

"Which group?" The younger boy softly spoke, trying to change the subject subtly, trying to keep the neutrality of the two people going.

"XG, my sisters. I left XG to be here, so I could debut with you guys." Aohi nodded along with her words, her fingers fiddling with each other in her lap.

"Did you grow up with them?" It was Aohi's turn to look at Ri-ki, the way he looked at her curiously made a ghost of a smile appear on her lips.

"Eung.." Aohi confirmed, "I didn't join XG until I was about sixteen, then I started to train with them." She shrugged, thinking about her earlier years. "I'm sorry you had to leave." Ri-ki expressed, making the girl shrug.

Aohi didn't really expect Ri-ki to apologize, especially when he was one of the only members who didn't argue with her and Xiulin at every chance.

"You don't have to apologize, at least you're nicer than your hyungs, hm?" Aohi mumbled, giving Ri-ki a lopsided smile before tilting her head back, hitting the wall with a thud.

Ri-ki followed suit, turning away and staring straight in front of him.

"Aohi-noona?" She hummed a response, expecting a question. "Yeah?"

"Where did you grow up, you know, with your group?" Ri-ki spoke back, scooting closer to his noona, feeling a bit more comfortable around her.

"Fukuoka, Japan."

"Ah— you're from Japan too?!" RI-ki's face turned from relaxed to shock, almost gaining whiplash at the way his face whipped to look at Aohi.

"I thought you knew, Ri-ki-san." Aohi used an honorific to tease the boy, who just smiled brightly. Ri-ki was happy that he could have someone to talk to, not just in korean.

"I didn't! Now, I really am glad." Ri-ki laughed, "What?— Why?" Aohi laughed back, finding Ri-ki's starstruck eyes pointed at her amusing.

"I just, miss it there. I mean, Jay-hyung speaks Japanese but, it barely lessens the loneliness.." Ri-ki replied, his wide smile morphing to that of melancholy, Aohi could obviously tell that the younger boy was reminiscing in his head.

"I get it." Aohi spoke in a soft tone, one that gave made Ri-ki feel a little less homesick. Aohi approached the boy, before hesitantly wrapping her hand around Ri-ki and gently patting his shoulder.

"I miss my hometown a lot as well, not just in Japan, but in the Philippines as well."

Aohi felt Ri-ki relax in her hold, allowing her to continue. "I had the girls in XG help me with that homesickness, but you—.." Aohi leaned into him, making him move slightly to the side.

Ri-ki just stared beside him, looking at Aohi with a soft look, wondering what the girl could possibly follow up with. "The point is, I don't think I'll be kicked off anytime soon.." Aohi sighed, removing her hand from off of his shoulders.

Ri-ki felt a little sad, slightly missing the warmth her hold had, but it was the less of his worries.

Aohi didn't really know what she was trying to say after that sentence, she wondered if it was better just shutting up.

"I'm saying, I'm here now, so if you feel homesick, at least we can be homesick together.." The girl gently punched at Ri-ki's shoulder, trying to cheer the boy up.

Ri-ki just stared at Aohi in awe, they've only seriously talked, like one other time, and it wasn't even as personal as this, who was this noona to just declare that for him?

He was astonished at the way Aohi just seems to wear her heart on her sleeve.

"You mean that?" Ri-ki hesitantly asked, "Look, we might not know each other much, but I'm serious, especially about that." Aohi replied, in reality, it just really slipped her lips, but she also knew it came from her heart.

Aohi was weak to those who's got similar experiences, and she was always one to mediate and make people feel better.

Ri-ki looked back down at his lap, a shy smile on his lips at the thought of Aohi staying true to her words, someone to talk to when you feel homesick? It gave a Ri-ki a small warmth in his chest, spreading happily throughout his body.

"Hey.." Aohi caught Ri-ki's attention, making him look up. The girl gently offered her closed fist, a truce of some sorts, a fist bump.

Ri-ki happily took the offer, raising his own fist and bump it against hers, their rings clanking against each other, a dull 'clink!' being heard.

"You're not so bad." Aohi amusingly spoke, a soft smile on her face. "And you're really pretty, noona." Ri-ki replied, mirroring Aohi's smile with his own lips.

It was the way Aohi almost choked on her own spit had she not caught herself. "Yah! Ri-ki-san!" Aohi jokingly scoffed, slapping his shoulder, a form of expressing amusement.

"What was that for?"

"I thought I should just let you know, it was a compliment!" Ri-ki giggled, his smile turning from mirroring Aohi's to one of mischief.

"You don't just tell girls they're pretty, Ki-ah." Aohi smoothly used a nickname she made for the younger boy at the spot, making Ri-ki buzz at the new nickname.

"They'll think you're in love with them and then they'll fall in love with you!" Aohi jokingly scolded the younger boy, Ri-ki's cheeks flushing as he realized.

Aohi's cheeks weren't any different though, despite being a rising idol, she still wasn't used to the compliments anyone gave her.

"Well, are you?" Ri-ki asked, his mischevious grin turning to that of a soft happy one. Ri-ki felt relieved to smile like that for a bit, epseically with his hyungs being down in the dumps with the girls.

Aohi snorted, unsure of his seriousness deep inside and deciding to laugh it off.

Suddenly, the easy atmosphere of the practice room was sucked out, when Jake returned, a weird look on his face. Aohi and Ri-ki instantly jumped away from each other, just now noticing their close proximity.

"Manager wants us up." Jake spoke slowly, still suspicious of the two and what he had possibly walked in on.

"Well, that's us," Aohi replied, standing up and dusting off the imaginary dust on her pants.

"C'mon, Ki-ah."

"Ki-ah?" Jake mumbled, his eyebrows furrowed as he stared at Ri-ki and Aohi, just what happened while he was gone that the two were all buddy-buddy?

Ri-ki just nods, standing up as well, using the wall as a support. Aohi looked on with a slight smile on her face, she was satisfied that she didn't have to fight with one of the boys today. (except Jake, of course.)

It meant, to her, that she was making progress, and she was happy with that.

Aohi hopes that Ri-ki's friendliness wouldn't last just for that day, because she intends to keep her promise to Ri-ki, and it can't happen if they're going back to being awkward.

She walks towards the door, bag in hand as Ri-ki tailed after he like a puppy. Ri-ki and Aohi left that room giggling with each other like the teens they were.

Jake just looked at the pair, tilting his head like a confused dog.

For once, Aohi thinks, that maybe, just maybe, the boys could learn to accept her.

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