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periminkle · 4 years

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Orphic | 02

After moving into your own place, it seems life is finally going your way; the path to independence leading you to a quaint suburban town where even the grass seems to grow a little greener. Although a shocking encounter leads you to believe that perhaps appearances can be quite deceiving.

pairing: hybrid!jk x reader (first person)

genre: hybrid au, angst, fluff

word count: 7.0k

rating: PG-15

warnings: animal cruelty, death, blood, swearing

author’s note: I cut this chapter into two parts bc it was turning into a monster :((( i did try to research DNA and genes and all that fancy stuff but it was too much for my small brain, so beware of inaccurate facts!!! also wanted to say that my heart hurt writing this </3

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The light breeze fluttering through the back door enveloped the bare skin of my legs, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake.

I couldn’t recall the last time I lounged around the house in the morning—not flurrying around like a chicken with its head cut off, in a rush to catch the bus. If it wasn’t work then it was grocery shopping, borrowing articles and studies from the library or filling my car’s empty gas.

Consequently, I refused to change out of the oversized sweater and the lousy pair of bright yellow shorts that currently adorned my laden figure. With any luck, the comfort from the soft articles of cloth would somehow seep into my mental state as well.

Yet the optimistic notion wasn’t proving its validity thus far, becoming a more of a burden due to the lack of a proper barrier between my humble abode and the wilderness outside.

For the most part, the structure of the door was left unharmed but the handle containing the lock that had been smashed into was another matter completely. Upon further examination, accompanied by an hour of fiddling around with the busted latch, it seemed to be a problem beyond my capabilities. I reluctantly admitted defeat and ordered a replacement.

With nothing to secure the door to the adjacent wall, it remained slightly ajar.

Another hour whizzed by, scouring through the limited resources at my disposal to—at the very least—find a temporary fix. I tried taping it shut, propping a chair, a step stool and a table up against the remainder of the handle to no avail.

A stroke of genius hit when I stuck a command hook on the wall nearby, fastening a broken hairband from the latch to the hook. However, the placement of the hook was a little too close and the hairband a little too loose to keep the occasional draft from finding its way inside. My fluffy pokémon shorts provided meager defence at best, but I could hardly spare a thought to the lower temperature when my mind was fully occupied with more urgent matters.

After the run-in yesterday night, I remained by the fridge, shaken from the events that had transpired for longer than I’d like to admit. I was unsure if the familiar sylvan scent that lingered was a result of the stranger or simply a waft from the forest, which wasn’t unlikely, considering my defective door.

Once I’d finally gotten a hold of myself, I dialled the police, doubting that my shaky limbs could safely carry me to the nearest station at such an hour. Other than an aching wrist and some medical supplies that could be restocked, my physical well-being and that of my house were surprisingly fine.

Excluding my poor back door, of course.

I was rather fortunate that the robbery, if stealing bandages could even be labelled as such, was more mentally taxing than anything. The drops of blood were rather annoying to clean off my tiles too, I guess.

Trying to get any rest that night was fruitless, tossing and turning, worried that the man might return for something more valuable or another fiend finding his way inside to do worse.

It struck me as more than a little odd that he would come to my tiny cottage, of all places, for first aid supplies. If he wasn’t looking for some extra coins to pocket, why wouldn’t he go to the hospital? Where had he gotten a wound that couldn’t be treated by a doctor? Maybe he had partaken in various illegal activities that couldn’t warrant the suspicion of a governmental figure? Ugh, my brain hurt the more I thought about it.

Along with my raging thoughts, the perpetual feeling of being watched disturbed my slumber as well. It was if another set of eyes were locked on my vulnerable form, peering past the closed blinds and under the protective layers of blankets I’d piled on. No matter how many times I peeked into the darkness though, I was only met with the sight of my backyard enshrouded in the night sky.

When the rays of dawn broke through the tenebrosity, I abandoned any notion of sleep and hesitantly called Jin, unsure if the busy man was even conscious yet. His bright and cheery voice quelled my worries and I informed him of what had transpired within the past twelve hours. Relief flooded my lethargic frame as he delved into a crazed panic, which I greatly appreciated, accepting his offer to take a day off.

Jin was excessively sympathetic and compassionate, reminding me of a mother goose with how he squabbled over staying somewhere else for the time being and taking a week-long break. But I didn’t want to be a burden on any of my new friends and going back to the city wasn’t an option at this point. Reflecting on the matter for more than day wasn’t necessary either.

I haughtily believed that the criminal didn’t deserve any more free real estate in my mind than he’d already occupied.

In order to comprehend the situation, as well as the fact that I would be utterly useless if I went to work with my mind engrossed in other matters, I thought one day to digest everything and get it out of my system would suffice. Though I knew it would come more so with time, I also had to work on regaining an impression of security within my own walls.

To take a rest from my turbulent concerns, I made a trip to one of the populated parks within the small town, figuring that I would feel more safety in the numbers that would surround me. Ridiculously, I found myself stumped when I got there, drowning in my own vulnerability, so I promptly headed back.

At nightfall, I skipped out on meeting with the cat yet again. Evidently, I lacked the mental capability to tend to my own needs the day before, never mind another being, thus I didn’t visit the little guy. I felt a wash of regret and worry that I hadn’t even set out some food. As a result of yesterday’s blunder, I put a heaping mass of tuna on the porch this time, hoping the animal would understand my apology.

The hours flew by as I sat there, stirring in my own solitude. In order to bring the negativity of the day to an end, I invited the trio I’d gotten close to as of recent, although Jin adamantly refused due to his papers that, “wouldn’t write themselves.”

I took the steaming pot of ramen off the stovetop right as the clear ring of the doorbell resounded throughout the cramped place. Hastily, I placed the noodles onto the table with careful hands, grimacing as I realized it took up a bit more than a quarter of the surface.

With a brisk shuffle, I pulled open my front door to the sight of a disgruntled Yoongi, hidden behind the towering stature of a rosy-nosed Namjoon. I barely made out the mutterings of, “it’s freezing out here,” and “took you long enough,” before I was being shoved aside.

As they trudged over to the kitchen, following the scent of freshly cooked ramen wafting around the house, Yoongi scoffed at my tiny table. Since I only purchased two chairs for the space, I cracked open the step stool to act as another seat. I honestly wasn’t sure what I would have done if Jin had tagged along too. Maybe pulled out the ladder too?

The shorter man grabbed the handles of the pot, heading over to the direction of the living room as Namjoon and I trailed after him like baby ducks. “If we’re going to eat like poor college students then we might as well keep up the act and sit on the floor.”

Although Yoongi’s cold and distant facade perplexed me as I was getting to know him, eventually I picked up on the hints of affection he’d drop every once in a while. Mostly, I found that I was able to burn time fooling around with Taemin as he completed enough drudgery for the both of us or a piping hot mug of hot chocolate would be waiting for me in the break room after long hours.

Even now, though he acted irritated, I knew Yoongi well enough to decipher his true intentions: that he was trying to be considerate of my humble living conditions and opted to play it off as a joke. At this point, I was even inclined to believe he harboured a soft spot for me.

In response, I pretended to be peeved by his actions as I ambled back to gather the bowls and utensils I placed at the table, carrying them to the spot we’d occupied on the floor. It was difficult to hide the growing smile on my face.

Once I’d gotten a few drinks down my throat, I finally felt the tense muscles between my brows and shoulder blades relax, forgetting about the worries that echoed in my head all day.

The TV screen flashed with the intense scenes of an action movie that Namjoon had picked out. I was only half paying attention to the redundant plot line, more interested in the outrageous story spewing from Namjoon’s lips.

“-and now he’s bragging about how one of his puns got milk spilling out of Yoongi’s nose!”

The tipsy state I was in got me laughing harder than I should have, but with both men around me in a relatively similar state of mind, no one seemed to care.

“That’s literal bullshit, Eunmi told me that I was drinking the milk meant for Taemin right when Jin finished telling his dumb joke,” Yoongi complained despite the gummy smile stretching across his features.

I clutched my chest at the mention of one of the creatures who had stolen my heart, “aw, my pretty little Taem, I miss him so much and it’s only been one day!”

“You’re getting too attached to him Y/N, you know that he’s not gonna stay at the lab forever,” Namjoon lightly warned. I knew he was concerned for my emotional welfare, but even the mention of Taemin being taken away got me stewing in my own misery.

“Joon, why would you say—I don’t even want to think about that!” My inebriated state obviously enjoyed to spill more information than necessary when I stated, “I need to cuddle Taemin enough for the both of them.”

“Both?” The younger man spared a questioning glance at his companion in before turning back to me, “do you have a cat?” The two of them began scoping out the area, trying to locate the nonexistent bundle of fur.

“Oh no, no, I wish I could afford a pet but I think taking care of myself is challenging enough for now.” At their probing eyes, I continued, “I was just talking about a little kitty that visits me every night in my backyard.”

Yoongi’s dark eyebrows scrunched together, a huff escaping him. “If you’re talking about a domestic cat, there’s no way it would be living out there,” he pointed to the forest outside with a tilt of his chin.

With the shake of my head, I felt myself sober up a bit as I explained, “I think it’s just one of my neighbours’ pets.”

Namjoon and Yoongi stared at each other, appearing baffled. “Well, it’s definitely not Eunhyuk, his son is allergic.”

“But you think mean old Sangmin would have a cat? We’re talking about the same guy who refused to have kids because he’s ‘not a bank’ right?”

Namjoon redirected his attention to me. “Are you sure it’s a cat? Maybe you just saw a rat or something.”

“No, it can’t be...” Their insistent refusal planted seeds of doubt that began to fester the longer I thought about it; they both lived here for longer than I had and obviously knew the area much better as well. It wasn’t like I had the best eyesight, anyway. But I remembered the piercing emerald green irises peering back at me, slit pupils honed in on my form with vibrant clarity. “It’s definitely a cat. It has to be a cat.”

A teasing snort came from Yoongi, who was leaning back on his palms with disbelief written all over his face. “You’re just seeing things, Y/N.”

I pouted at their lack of trust in me. An aggressive urge to prove them wrong began bubbling in the pit of my stomach and with a glimpse of the time from the clock above the stove, I noticed that it was well into midnight—around the hour in which I’d meet the kitty.

“Yeah, well, if you don’t believe me you can come see for yourself.”

“Is it outside?” I revelled in the satisfaction Namjoon’s widened eyes brought me and loftily smirked at him.

The plentiful amount of alcohol I’d indulged in forbade my legs from gracefully standing, wobbling like a newborn fawn instead as I fumbled over to the door, slipping the loose hair tie off and yanking the faulty mass open. Strangely, the night air was deathly silent, even the usually chirpy crickets seeming to have migrated to another yard.

“Hey, buddy. You out there?” I mumbled, scanning the bushes nearby, trying to pick up even the faintest flutter. “Bud?”

When I felt two pairs of curious eyes pierce my back, the pressure skyrocketed. I couldn’t let them believe I was spouting utter nonsense earlier, but the lack of response wasn’t proving my case very well.

After a few minutes passed with only the low whistle of the wind to keep us company, I felt a tinge of worry knot itself into my belly. “Okay, that’s enough Y/N. Let’s go back in.”

“No! It’s just scared because there’s a lot of people out now, you two go back in. I’ll call you when it’s out.” Desperately, I examined every inch of the stationary woodlands.

“We believe you, just get back in here! It’s cold and you’re not wearing a jacket, come on.” Namjoon’s long fingers wrapped around my forearm, tugging on my hesitant form.

As the dark-haired male dragged me back, I caught sight of the abundant helping of tuna I’d left on the last step of the porch yesterday. A pang resounded throughout my chest, disquiet settling into the recesses of my mind. Why didn’t the creature eat the offering, was it angry that I hadn’t shown up the last few nights? I couldn’t stop myself from imagining the worst; if it got lost somewhere, collapsed from starvation or was brutally killed by another animal.

If either one of the guys noticed the unusual pile of food, they didn’t comment on it.

Once back inside, tucked into Namjoon’s comforting shoulder and Yoongi’s warm side pressed against mine, I found myself unable to focus on anything of value. It was as if all my senses had dulled to an absolute minimum, barely processing what flashed on the bright TV screen and only picking up bits and pieces of the conversation between the two males. All I could think about was what could have possibly happened to my poor kitty.

My eyelids began to droop, heavy from the weight of the last few days’ events. With my body molding itself into Namjoon’s sturdy torso, I welcomed the peaceful darkness.

Taemin’s entire body shook from the force of his tiny sneeze and I could have sworn that my heart ceased its endless beating right then and there, was I in heaven?

Unaffected by my inner turmoil, the baby jaguar started bouncing around, weaving in and out of my legs as if he was participating in his own agility competition. I crouched down to his level to reach for his lithe body. The little guy always transformed into a flurry of excitement whenever I stopped by his cage, elated that he was free to play around without his constricting muzzle.

Once I’d discovered what a sweet bean he was, I couldn’t help but comply to his wishes. It didn’t take a mind reader to see how he consistently pawed at the contraption, even clawing his face a couple times on accident.

The reasoning behind all the safety measures wasn’t lost on me though, as I had witnessed the terror he instilled in most of the staff. About a week prior, I caught Minzi trying to lure Taemin out of his cage with some treats, but all her attempts proved unsuccessful when he didn’t even spare a glance her way.

With an annoyed sigh, she reached into the pocket within her lab coat, retrieving a syringe that I knew she had filled with telazol, a tranquilizing fluid for small animals. That prompted a reaction out of Taemin, his haunches tensing and lowering towards the ground, mouth peeling back in a snarl. The low growling sound vibrating from his small body instantly put me on edge; it was the first time I’d ever seen or heard the animal’s anger.

Before I could move a muscle, the irate woman stuck the needle into his hind leg. Taemin yowled in pain, but sunk his claws into her arm when he got the chance, only able to exact his revenge for a couple seconds before his body fell limp. Minzi detched his paw to find a stream of crimson red besmirching her white coat.

Now that I thought back to it, his growl eerily reminded me of the night of the break-in. Funnily enough, I thought the criminal had the more menacing vibration between the two—and Taemin was a jaguar for god’s sake.

What I found truly inhumane was the assistant assigned to handing Taemin his meals. The callous woman didn’t have half a mind to remove his muzzle before placing a handful of dog kibble in his cage.

At a glance, Taemin appeared severely underweight for his size, but I could have never chalked it up to his nutrition being fed through the bars around his snout. He struggled to attain such inadequate portions that weren’t even created for his species in mind.

Nevertheless, the instant I’d seen his horrifying feeding conditions, I dismissed the careless assistant and took on the task of keeping Taemin alive, a job that I didn’t think someone could fail so terribly at.

Taemin blindly swiped the air, bringing me out of my reverie. I chuckled as I saw he was a just a couple centimetres off the sleeve of my coat and I brought my hand, palm turned upwards, to meet his paw.

His eyelids were shut closed as tightly as they had been the first day he’d arrived at the lab, a fact that Yoongi informed me of when I’d inquired about Taemin’s lack of sight. Neither him nor Namjoon knew why he refused to, or simply couldn’t, open his eyes and my chest ached thinking about the unfulfilling life he was leading.

The memory crushed the lighthearted atmosphere that had arisen from fooling around with the dark-coloured feline. I rubbed the fur covering his foreleg while stealing a glimpse of Yoongi, seemingly hard at work from his hunched form.

“Hey, Yoongs?”

“I thought I told you not to call me that.” The low murmur was slightly muffled from the microscope covering the entirety of his face.

Disregarding his previous statement, I voiced out my thoughts. “What if Taem can actually see? I mean, we could just check whether the PDE6C gene—”

A lengthy exhale interrupted my speech. “Wow, now I guess I know how Jin feels.”

“Listen, I know what you said before but—”

“Y/N, we have tons of gene sequences to analyze, we don’t have time to waste looking for a faulty PDE6C, okay?” He finally tore his gaze away from his work to peer into my pleading eyes, running his fingers through the strands marring his forehead. “You’re lucky I’m even letting you play around considering the amount of work we have to finish.”

At that, I shut my mouth and concentrated back on Taemin’s restless figure, a much better alternative to the DNA waiting to be analyzed at my desk. Since he was confined within his cage all day, I made it my goal to tire him out enough that he would be forced to rest until the next time I had the chance to abandon work, essentially getting paid to keep him amused.

I gently brought his paw to the floor and scurried away to collect his favourite toy; a fuzzy mouse I’d bought one day after discovering the building was devastatingly unequipped to entertain an extremely bored feline.

Although he whimpered at the loss of contact and the sound of my retreating footsteps, I swiftly grabbed the rodent at the bottom of the drawer, by Yoongi’s legs, and hurried back.

Another half hour passed as I tried to exhaust as much of Taemin’s boundless energy as I could, although my plan backfired when I found that my own strength was depleting just as quickly. His natural hunting instincts were definitely still intact, what with the torn up toy in the corner, held together by mere threads at this point. I made a mental note to go shopping for sturdier prey next time.

Presently, he laid on his side as a content, black loaf, purring from the belly rubs he was receiving. To tease the cub, I would pull away every once in a while only to have his long tail wrap around my wrist, tugging my limb back to action.

“Y/N.” My head turned to meet Namjoon who had wandered over from the assistant researcher’s lab where I’d last seen him. “I finished the sequence for his canines. Do you mind leaving it on Jin’s desk?”

I guiltily stood from my seated position, a sheepish grin plastered on as I gave one last pat to Taemin’s head. “Yeah, of course. Could you lock up Taem for me?”

With his affirmation, I took the papers from his grasp and gave a pat to the crown of Yoongi’s bleached head. He shifted towards me in feigned annoyance, but I was out of his reach before he could get back at me and I celebrated my victory with sticking my tongue out.

I began to make my way upstairs, but not before picking up on Joon’s exasperated remark to Taemin, “I hope you know that I could build you from scratch if I wanted to.”

Once in front of the familiar wood of Jin’s office door, I decided to knock in case he had guests. I restrained the awkward memory of walking in on the whole board of directors from resurfacing and distracted myself by rapping my knuckles with more force when there was no response from within. “Jin? It’s Y/N.” I pushed the handle down and pleasantly found it unlocked. “I’m coming in.”

I waited a couple more seconds before opening the door, meeting the chaos that was the assistant director’s office. As per usual, I winced at the mountain of papers piled upon his desk, astonished that it only seemed to grow since the last time I’d seen it. At this rate, I was just waiting for the day that I’d walk in here to see the towers reaching the ceiling.

Striding over to Jin’s side of the desk, I laid the notes down in the dead centre, resting on top of three separate piles. Sympathy flooded my senses as my gaze roamed across the masses. How could such a hardworking individual accumulate so much work while he was working?

Even staring at the copious amounts of print made me feel queasy, hence I hurried to get out of the nauseating area. But, as I scuttled by, my gaze caught on a file with thick, messy letters scrawled on the front.

Jaguar.

To say my curiosity was piqued whenever Taemin was involved was an understatement. After a glance back to ensure that I was able to safely snoop around until my heart’s content, I reached for the file, making sure to keep my posterior to the camera in the corner, concealing my actions.

Ultimately, I knew Taemin was brought in to make progress on their “top secret, strictly confidential experiment,” which meant that I wasn’t to touch any of his files. At least, according to the brusque Minzi I wasn’t. However, an underlying, devious part of me enjoyed rebelling against her words and I secretly rejoiced as I directly disobeyed her orders, opening the folder.

Basic information was scattered along the first page, his name, birthdate, birthplace, so on and so forth. I casually flipped through the rest, finding the documents we routinely handed off to Jin when we’d written down sequences that brought about certain genes concerning the jaguar. This was probably where Jin would store the note Namjoon had made me deliver.

Losing interest, I flipped the bulk of the papers back to the front and seamlessly slid them into the file. When I unintentionally skimmed the first page once again, my eyes caught on a baffling sentence.

Heightened sense of sight, especially keen night vision.

I wet my suddenly chapped lips in my state of bafflement, double and triple checking that the file was indeed for seemingly blind Taemin; the very same animal that was probably napping downstairs. The statistics even matched up with what little knowledge I had about the animal, sending me into a greater spiral of confusion. They must have accidentally written the observation down on the wrong paper.

Unless...?

I shook my head, trying to dispel the outrageous thoughts swarming my mind.

Heading back down, I caught sight of Yoongi still wrapped around his microscope, jotting notes down with his other hand. My attention shifted to the unconscious feline next, muzzled and locked behind bars.

My fists clenched, fingernails engraving crescents into the palm of my hand as I resolved to finally clear out these murky waters.

An hour passed before I finally located it and then another few hours slipped by as I examined the sequence.

The PDE6C gene on chromosome ten. Perfectly intact and working exceptionally until the halfway point, around the thousandth base. Some of the letters got mixed up, binding with incorrect base pairs and bestowing Taemin with his current lack of vision.

Of course, I was prepared to deal with the repercussions of wasting precious time, examining a sequence that did not correlate to any favourable gene. But after connecting some dots, I recognized the agent that brought about such errors.

Ethyl methanesulfonate, or EMS for short. A chemical mutagenic that induces base substitutions, mutating the DNA molecule as a result. I couldn’t imagine why they’d inject a carcinogenic compound into the mammal, but it obviously had something to do with trying to enhance his natural vision.

Did they think the possibility of disabling him was worth the slim chance that his eyesight could improve? By the bases that were effected, I guessed that they were trying to sharpen his sight when submerged in darkness. If the guanine alkylation hadn’t spread so far, they might have succeeded in their experiment.

Nevertheless, their hypothesis was dreadfully incorrect and Taemin was blind as a result of their recklessness.

My grip on the pencil tightened in pure, white fury. In the fruitless hope that the EMS hadn’t affected his whole body, I took several samples of cells from various areas of his body. Albeit, samplings of his cheeks, ears and legs all provided the same conclusion that I’d reached earlier—deformed DNA from ill-fitting base pairs.

All the blood drained from my face from the appalling notion of just how much EMS they must have injected into his blood stream for it to have tampered with every cell in his body. My jaw clenched as my mouth ran bone dry.

They mutilated him.

Digust washed over me, for the false claims that the lab protected their lab animals, for every ruthless employee that harboured such barbaric morals, for myself, who blindly assisted in the cruel methods of this place. My heart rate picked up at my own helplessness, adrenaline coursing through my veins as I scrambled out of the corner I had holed myself up in.

I didn’t know if it was the bruising despair or the fuming rage that had me stomping my way across the halls, headed for the director’s office. The rational part of me was aware of the fact that I couldn’t do anything, change their twisted morals or bring down that metaphorical sword of justice that I was so fixated on. But that didn’t mean I had to play along as a clueless, complaisant pawn in their gruesome experiments.

Keycard or not, I was determined to wreak havoc until I could properly screech obscenities at one of the incredibly asinine brains that ran this revolting laboratory. Storming past the Namjoon and Yoongi’s office, I picked up on a shrill cry that seemed to douse my whole body in ice water, stopping me in my tracks.

A turn to my right gave me a direct view of Minzi struggling to pull a semi-conscious Taemin out of his cage, arms which he desperately wriggled against, thrashing violently to escape her hold. Now knowing what malicious behaviour deserved such treatment from kind-hearted Taemin, I rushed at her.

“How could you!” I roared, seeing red when she turned, glaring condescendingly.

Her calculated eyes examined my rapidly approaching, ruffled figure. “Oh, good, I needed a coffee. Could you fetch me a tranquilizer while you’re at it? I didn’t think he would wake up.”

I grit my teeth as my temper flared, resentment embedded into each of my features. Stopping a step away from her unbothered form, I seethed out, “you guys claim to look after the lab animals? Then why would you permanently damage his genes!”

“What have you been wasting time on instead of researching what we told you to?”

“Answer the question!”

She sneers. “I thought I warned you to stay out of anything that doesn’t concern you. That includes any testing subjects.”

“Testing subjects? How the hell do you think you can get away with—”

“Woah, what’s all the ruckus here?” Hyunho’s lazy form strolled in with a lax yet domineering countenance. The appearance of the other head researcher made my hair stand on end. “Do we need to put up a sign to remind some people that they’re to use indoor voices inside a laboratory?”

My eyes quickly narrowed at his patronizing remark. “I don’t know what kind of fucked up project you guys are conducting, but if you’re harming innocent animals, I don’t want any part of your imbecilic research.”

“Ooh, it seems that newbie is a feisty one, isn’t she?” He took a step towards me, the scent of a cigarette he probably smoked earlier invading my senses and invoking an appealing urge to regurgitate my dinner all over him. “Listen here girly, I don’t know what you’re trying to accuse us of here, but I’ll be sure to report your unruly behaviour to the director if you keep this shit up.”

“As if I give a flying fu—”

A hand wrapped around my mouth before I could unleash the rest of my resentful spew. “Ah, Dr. Lee.” I recognized the subtle undertone of panic in Namjoon’s deep voice as he addressed the burly man with respect that he didn’t deserve. “You see, Y/N had a pretty rough day, some family matters back home, y’know? I’m just going to take her outside to clear her head a little.”

“Yes, that would be a good idea.” Hyunho stepped back to Minzi’s side.

“If you would excuse us then...” I flailed about in Namjoon’s sturdy hold before he all but manhandled my to the back entrance. The refreshingly cool air grazing my overheated skin quelled some of my fury, although I felt its presence simmering beneath the surface. The tall man released my trembling limbs and I whipped my head over to examine Namjoon’s concerned countenance.

Did he know?

I couldn’t bear the thought of any of the limited friends I’d made in this place willingly taking part in such horrid research. They couldn’t have known. My heavy head fell into my hands, thinking of innocent Taemin who didn’t merit the attention of these corrupt individuals, who had no one to protect him.

If I quit my job here, would anyone care for him? Obviously his basic needs would be met, Namjoon and Yoongi would make sure of that, but were they aware of what exactly that experiment entailed? I’d only scratched the surface, but the prospect of finding out every gritty detail terrified me.

I felt an overwhelming weight crushed me, being helpless beneath it all. “Joon,” I managed to croak out, “I didn’t come here for this.”

With the low volume of my voice, I didn’t know how much he’d heard, but a tug on my wrist enveloped my body into his embrace. As he stroked my head reassuringly, I held onto his thin lab coat with clenched fists.

If it meant I could save Taemin, I would keep my mouth shut. If it meant I could act as some salvation to each animal that came into this wretched place, I would stay.

My disgust for the laboratory only multiplied.

“I didn’t come here for this.”

A pleasant tranquility took shape after a brief greeting had been exchanged, both Jin and I on a well-deserved break after too much time cooped up in our respective offices. Well, even though the assistant researchers’ office wasn’t technically mine in title, the majority of my belongings resided in that space. Namjoon didn’t mind much and Yoongi complained about everything under the sun, so I made myself comfortable there.

The hum of electricity powering the building and the whirr of the coffee maker spurring into action intensified as I closed my eyes, resting my head against the back of the sofa. I stared up at the ceiling with a vacant expression and tried to clear my thoughts for a bit.

A ceramic mug clinked against the surface of the coffee table in front of me. “Drink.” I lifted my head to take in the reassuring crinkle in Jin’s eyes. “You look like you’ll need all the energy you can get right now.”

I scoffed at his statement, the end of my own lips flitting upwards. “Just tell me I look like shit.”

Gratefully accepting the cup of coffee, the bitter taste on my tongue already started to rejuvenate my aching muscles. Jin was aware of my deep-seated aversion to the drink, but I guess my appearance revealed too much of the chaos inside my head. “I was going to, but I had a feeling you might just break down if I did.”

Although the work itself was tedious and relatively tiring on its own, the fact that all my efforts were going to fuel that wretched project made me feel rotten to the core. The knowledge sapped my stamina at an exponential rate that I wasn’t accustomed to.

“How’s baby Yeri doing?” I placed the pungent beverage back down, stroking my chin in faux deliberation. “Or I guess I should ask how Chaeyoung is holding up instead, huh?”

Jin let out a hum of aggravation around his own glass, swallowing the liquid before slapping his unoccupied hand against his thigh. “Don’t even get me started. Chaeyoung keeps telling me to take some time off work to come help, but honestly I would take the peace and quiet of the office over Yeri’s nasty diapers any day.” He shook his head at the thought, repulsed by the dealing with another one of Yeri’s accidents.

I’d heard the story one too many times not to let a giggle slip at his misfortune.

Abruptly, an alarming shriek disturbed the placidity. As my head shot up to identify the source, the sound was muffled, then silence resumed. I scrambled to discern who the perpetrator was when my gaze met Jin’s static form. “Did you hear that?” When his weary eyes met mine, appearing confused, I clarified, “that scream.”

“Oh, they probably just dropped something. Don’t worry too much about it.” But I couldn’t find a trace of compassion in his words, especially with how gut-wrenching the shout sounded. Rather than shock, every note was filled with agony and something felt vaguely off about the whole ordeal.

The look of guilt that Jin sported stopped me from prodding. I refused to believe the stubborn man who was always drowning in papers to complete, shoving fried chicken down his throat like there was no tomorrow, who had the sweetest daughter back at home knew anything about the experiment. Not what was really happening.

That’s why the regret and shame written all over his countenance made me pause.

More shuffling, whimpers and yelps filled my limbs with apprehension, seeping deep into my bones and making me restless. Jin kept his gaze trained on the floor, unable to look me in the eye as he excused each sound with the fault of a clumsy, irresponsible researcher and other rationalizations that I wasn’t sure he, himself, believed.

At this point, the raucous was becoming increasingly bestial and I couldn’t decipher the species that was belting out the miserable noises. I tried to grit my teeth and ignore them, distracting myself with Jin’s moronic cover-ups to keep me glued to my spot. Without a keycard, I had no access to the upstairs lab anyway, it was out of my hands for now.

When my thoughts strayed to Taemin though, I felt my heart drop to the pit of my stomach, recalling how I had been dragged away before I could stop Minzi from taking him. Suddenly, I lost the ability to think logically, fixated on Taemin’s well-being. I had to know if it was him.

Hastily, I jumped out of my seat, coffee long forgotten as I sprinted down the hall. Jin’s pounding footsteps followed after me, though I gave them no mind.

Once I reached the first floor, the sight of two unfamiliar men dressed in heavy gear greeted me. The bulkier of the two lifted the cage as if it were as light as a feather and I noticed how unusually clean it was. “No, you can’t take it upstairs!” I grabbed onto the bars, halting him in his tracks. “Where is he? Tell them to bring him back here!”

“Sorry, no can do miss,” he drawled out. “We were asked to—”

“I don’t care what you were asked to do! Tell them to bring him back!” He rolled his eyes at my accusatory tone and yanked the cage out of my grasp. As I reached out again in a frenzy, the other man blocked my path. The odds weren’t looking too great for me.

I saw Jin emerge from the staircase, following the ruckus I’d created. Relief flooded my veins as I sought his backup. “Jin, they want to take his cage.” Pursing my lips, I pointed to said object. “Could you tell them to leave it here?”

“No, Y/N. Get out of the way.” My breath hitched at Jin’s steely tone, locking onto his fatigued gaze. I tried to remind myself that he was oblivious to the horrors that they’d already inflicted upon Taemin, but the back of my eyes still burned at the betrayal I felt. “Come on, let them do their job.”

Though I refused to show how dismayed I’d become, I couldn’t bear the idea of Taemin residing upstairs, where they could inject anything without suspicion. “Please, Jin. Please. Believe me when I say that he won’t last a day up there.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about, let’s go finish our coffee, hm?” I huffed out through my nostrils in frustration, wringing my fingers together as I debated whether or not to tell him the truth I discovered for myself not too long ago.

“Oh, my. What’s this? I believe I told you what would happen if you caused a commotion again, didn’t I?” Feeling defeated already, I didn’t even turn to meet Hyunho’s form as I heard him approach. “I’ll need you to get out of the way now, girly.”

“It’s Y/N.”

His fake grin put his crooked teeth on full display. “Yes, yes. Scurry along now.”

“No.” With a hardened resolve, I glared back at him. “Bring Taemin back. Let him stay on this floor.” Hesitant but desperate, I added a barely audible, “please.”

At my plea, he brightened up, utterly pleased with watching me grovel at his feet. “You should use that tone more often, newbie, it could really get you places.” The stealthy once-over of my chest didn’t go unnoticed by me and I wrapped the lab coat around me tighter. He pulled back a little, satisfied with my discomfort. "You didn’t hear? He died of natural causes, so we have to clean up this mess for the new tiger cub coming in. Don’t worry though, he’ll be staying on this floor when he gets here.”

I took a step back, skin stinging as if he’d slapped me across the face, feeling my blood run cold. Out of the corner of my eye, I noted the bewilderment reflected on Jin’s features, as well as the sudden appearance of Namjoon and Yoongi, both looking as distressed as I felt.

When my breaths came in heavier and burning droplets rolled down my cheeks, I knew the dam had broken. “Don’t feed me that bullshit... You monsters.” I felt my bottom lip quiver as my voice cracked. “Killed him.”

One of Hyunho’s thick eyebrows raised in amusement at my shattered state. “Haven’t you been taught not to mess with fire, girly?” He crossed his arms after giving a flick of dismissal to the man still carrying the cage. “You could get burned.”

A pair of arms wrapped around my torso and dragged me away before I could wail anything out. Through the blurry mess of tears, I made out a discarded, mangled mouse toy by the corner.

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justoneday-namjoonii · 4 years

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Don’t Breathe 4.5 | teaser

»Genre: hitman!au || stalker!au ||

»Warnings: kidnapping, stalking, obsession, themes of potential Stockholm syndrome, mono-phobia, mature elements, yandere at some point (? i think ), themes of depression, redemption, they fall in love, lovey dovey, fluff, Disclaimer: I do not condone nor suggest stalking/kidnapping or anything of that nature, this is purely fiction ok.

»Summary: He doesn’t get shaky hands, he never forgets his gloves and he never leaves a trail. He was paid to get rid of everyone who witnessed the exchange between a gang lord and a politician, they were picked off, one by one. He found out a month later, he missed one. A young writer who attended the event where the exchange took place. He has to kill her. Can he do it?

✤ pt.1 - pt.2 - pt.2.5 - pt.3 - pt. 3.5 - pt. 4.0 - pt.4.5

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The sun is setting like a dream, you can’t say you’ve ever seen it shine so beautiful. The sky looks like a peach painting that shyly fades into a heavenly deep-blue. It’s a perfect evening, the air smells of the flowers growing on the porch and it delights your senses. He’s chasing you barefooted across the grassy yard, like two children playing tag at the peek of spring. Out of breath, he finally catches you and you fall back into the checkered blanket, too tired to run off again.

After seeing you enjoy the balcony so much, he introduced you to his lavish backyard. Aside from the large stone patio and pool attached to it, the yard expands at least an acre and it’s well-groomed. Early in the evening, you moved to spend some time on the patio, a pencil and paper in hand. Taehyung had some work to do so you had a few hours to yourself, you used that time to think and write. After a few hours, you could no longer resist the urge to take a dip in the crystal clear oasis.

With a t-shirt and underwear, you eased into the cool water and breathed a sigh of relief. For what could have been an hour or two, you weren’t counting, you swam on your back, staring up at the clear sky, wondering if you’ll ever feel peace like this again. When your eyes shut, your thoughts seem to align, and for the first time since you’ve been here, you felt like you were where you were supposed to be. As much as you cherish your life alone, your independence and innate desire to prove that you can make it on your own—it seems Taehyung is worth giving that up.

That would have sounded crazy weeks ago, but it’s how you feel. That night that you confessed that you wanted to be with him, you meant it. You don’t know when it happened, maybe when you kissed him and he picked you up, when you woke up to him fast asleep with a pillow in his arms. Or maybe it was when he suggested you help him bake, since he knew you wrote so much about food in your articles, you’re not sure. But somehow, some time after learning his name, you think you fell in love.

When you were with Jin, you had similar feelings to this. You knew you were in love when you had the urge to smile even when you were hurting just to make him smile. That feeling of unexplained self-sacrifice, something as small as smile, you’d force it out if you knew it would help him. With Taehyung, it seems like he will do anything to make you smile sometimes, even when you know he’s keeping stressful things from you. Is that love? You think so.

You sigh, still feeling a bit wet from your swim a while ago but you’ve dried mostly. He fussed at you for not showering straight away but you said the sun would dry you well enough until your shower tonight. It’s dusk now, and your out in the grass, laying happily on the blanket with him. Only a few minutes ago did you find out that he had pretty lights adorning the patio. He said he’s had them for a while but hadn’t turned them on until today. It casts a warm light out into the grass, you tell him he should turn it on more often.

”You should shower before you catch a cold,” He stresses for the second time. You find his worry endearing but negotiate five more minutes, and he caves. It’s been a while since you’ve been outside like this. He knows this, that’s why he’s laying shoulder to shoulder with you as you gaze up at the night sky. “Sorry I had so much work I had to do today, hope you weren’t too bored,”

”It’s fine, I was writing anyway...”

”Really?” He turns on his side, curiosity piqued. You nod, hands searching for the pencil and pad you had on the blanket.

”I used to write poetry when I was in high school. I wasn’t very good and some of it is kind of cringe now that I look back at it, but I enjoyed it. I haven’t written in so long, I thought I’d give it a shot,” You grab the notepad and look up at it, eyes skimming over the gray hue from all the erasing. You catch him trying to peek over and you hold it to your test. You grin, “Don’t look, it’s not good,”

He pouts, hand moving to intertwine with yours.

“Come on, you’ve never shared your personal writings with me before,” He pouts, leaning closer to you in hopes that you might succumb to the allure of his gaze. “Pleeease?”

”Fine,” You sigh, “but you have to read it yourself,” You lift the notepad, handing it to him.

He sits up and the feeling of anxiousness comes to a halt when you realize one important fact; it’s Taehyung reading this. Not a supervisor critiquing your rough draft or a teacher judging your ability to recite your understanding of the class’s latest assignment. It’s him.

I’ve been given a universe, all for me. My very own stars in your eyes, I can stare at you forever. The remnants of your every gaze births a galaxy and I draw up the constellations by the reminisce of the pattern of your touch on my skin. I, too, have given my universe to you. Though I’m innocent to the stars in my eyes, the constellations I paint on your skin, all for you. No event is there more beautiful than the moment our eyes meet, our nebulae collide. A merging occurs, giving life to new stars that are our own, creating a galaxy that holds a shape that can only be defined by fate. In that sweet moment, we create an intertwined constellation, a design filled with millions of our old and new stars, shining brighter than ever,

“in your universe, my universe...” He reads the last lines softly. Setting the pad down with an expression that you can’t quite read, he just looks at you and you start to feel nervous.

“I just,” You bite at your lip and look up at the night sky that’s beginning to show the stars, “I had this idea about space, it’s a little different but it took me hours to come up with...I’m rusty.”

He props himself up and leans over you, gaze searching for yours with a tender close-lipped smile. He holds his hand to his heart, “That was so beautiful.”

You cringe, pushing his chest so he can roll back on his back. “Oh stop, now I wish I wouldn’t have showed you,” It’s hard to tell if he’s praising you or teasing, it seems like it’s one in the same sometime.

“I’m being serious, I can feel the emotions you’re conveying in your words, I really get it...” He looks a bit surprised that you’d think he was teasing you about this, he leans back over you.

“You mean it?” You look into his eyes, wondering how anyone could be capable of making you feel so special, like you’re the only person in the world. Without a word, he presses a firm kiss to your lips and you sigh, he means it.

* * *

“How’s the investigation going? Jin told me you reached out the other day,”

The busy lawyer sits his freshly ordered coffee in his cup holder as he drives off to his highly-decorated firm.

“I did, the case is more complicated than I initially thought,” Yoongi poured the subpar coffee in the Styrofoam cup, it’s 6am and he’s trying not to be grumpy, “if I’m right about my suspicions, it’s a fucked up situation.”

“What’re you thinking?”

Yoongi looks around, seeing that the only person around was the woman at the desk. “The girl, along with the other individuals at that conference, were targeted. I got the names of the parties at the conference, they’re politicians of course but the details of the meeting was never released. I have a theory,”

He lowers his voice, looking around one more time before sipping his coffee, “I think someone at that conference had those other reporters killed. I went over each autopsy file and those people died from unusual things, but not unusual enough to suspect at first-glance. Most of them dies from too much of a medication that they were already taking, things like that. But this girl, unlike everyone else, she was abducted and I don’t know why.”

Jungkook makes a thoughtful noises. “What’s different about her that not like the others?”

“She went missing a little over a month after the others were found dead. It looks like a mistake to me,” He paces, “I don’t know if I’m being too outlandish, but I have a feeling she’s alive, we just need to find her,”

Jungkook responds with how he feels about it but Yoongi has to cut him short when Eunwoo walks into the station.

“You’re here early, Min,” Eunwoo smiles, beckoning Yoongi to follow him to his office, “I have some good news, and some bad news, which do you want first?” Eunwoo leads Yoongi into his office and sets his briefcase down so he can pull what he needs out.

“Surprise me.” He deadpans.

“Well, last night, we found out that the infamous Hwan Group could be apart of this. You know that group, they’ve been under the radar for years, you can’t catch’em. But there’s a chance they could be the force behind this, they have assassins for hire from what I’ve heard,” He takes a seat, opening one of the Manila folders.

“And the good news?”

“It took a lot to pin him, but we’re bring one of the parties in for questioning today,”

“Good, I think they know something that they’ve been trying to keep under the rug.”

“Yeah, I agree.”

Yoongi gets up, hand tight on the flimsy cup, “If you could give me a call after the questioning, I’d appreciate it. I’m gonna do a little digging into this Hwan Group, see if I can get some info that’ll help,”

Yoongi leaves the building with a to-do list but little does he know, detective Na Jaemin, knocking on on Eunwoo’s door.

“Come in,”

“Hi,” Jaemin slips into the room, an unusual grin on his face, “how are you?”

“Um,” Eunwoo looks around, not understanding why he’s approaching him like this but he shrugs, “good, is everything okay, detective?”

“Everything's fine,” Lies, “I just had a question about that PI, Min Yoongi,”

“Shoot,” Eunwoo awaits his question.

“Why is he so adamant on keeping this case open? I mean, I’m a detective on the case and I think we should start searching for the body,” His tone sounds innocent but he’s trying to sneakily plant this idea in Eunwoo’s mind, “we could be wasting precious time, the family deserves closure and we’re just dragging it on.”

“Detective Na,” Eunwoo stops looking through the folder, “given the other related cases, we have reason to believe she might be alive. Not every abductee is killed, even if that tends to be the case.”

Jeamin swallows, trying to think of how to save himself, “I know, I’m not saying that we should be pessimistic but realistic, rather.”

“I get what you’re saying, but on what prescient you’re saying it, I don’t know. I, and many of the others on this case, have reviewed the evidence and compared it to the other cases, it doesn’t add up. After the questioning today, we’ll talk, until then, your efforts need to go towards finding her alive and well,” Eunwoo walks past Jaemin and the detective gets the memo to get out of the office, “Understood?”

With a feigned grin he stands up straight. “Absolutely, sir,”

#taehyung #taehyung stalker au #taehyung fluff #taehyung smut #taehyung angst #taehyung mafia au #taehyung assassin #taehyung hitman #bts angst #bts fluff #bts smut #bts stalker au #bts assassin au #don't breathe

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jjkfire · 5 years

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Obey

Reader x Taehyung // mafia!AU // 8k words

Summary: You’re the agency’s worst escort and yet the local mafia’s head of security still chooses you

Genre: Smut, Fluff (?)

A/N: how long has this been sitting in my drafts? too long. anyway, smut? who is she? i forgot.

Having to pay off loan sharks and save up for graduate school isn’t exactly easy. Your day job pays you good money but the interest on the illegal loan your estranged father left you with, compounds with each growing day. You knew coming back to your hometown had been a mistake but with your mother’s recent death, you didn’t know where else to go. Who knew that when you returned, you’d be slapped with a debt so big that you couldn’t even dream of paying it off? You haven’t seen your father since you were 4 but that didn’t stop the loan sharks. They needed their money back and you were his only available next of kin. You needed more money and you needed it quick. That’s why when your co-worker, Seokjin tells you of an opening at the local escort agency, you jump at the chance.

Seokjin is an angel, that much you’re convinced. He’s pulled so many strings just for you and you don’t think there’s any way you can ever repay his kindness. He pretty much runs the HR side of things for the escort agency and is the only reason why you’ve been allowed to get away with most of the nonsense that you do. In summary, you’re a horrible escort and Jin covers for you every time.

The local escort agency is a rather interesting organization. It serviced mainly the local mafia boys, providing the men with entertainment every time they stopped by the lounge. Whatever it was they were interested in doing for the night, be that gambling, karaoke or even just plain old drinking, the lounge was the place for that. All the newbies to the escort agency were often made to work most nights, servicing these men.

The job was simple. You were basically glorified arm candy. You would bring the boys their drinks, let them touch your butt a little or let them kiss your neck if they wanted to and then go home with a few extra hundred-dollar bills. Now just as all the other girls, clients could choose to call you up and rent you for a night. Yet, you’ve made it a whole year without that happening. Any other one of the escorts would be upset about that because everyone knows you get more money if you actually spent the night with someone. It’s a bit of a talent of yours, turning clients away from you without putting yourself in jeopardy but this time around, you seem to have run out of luck.

Tonight, you find yourself standing in line with 4 other girls, facing a double-sided mirror. It’s common practice for when someone high up in the mafia hierarchy was looking for a new plaything… or so you’ve been told. This is your first time ever being in this room. To put off the client, you chose an ill-fitting dress for the night. You hadn’t even bothered to put on make-up either. Your agency has long stopped trying to tell you what to do. Lord knows Jin has given up months ago. Anyway, you’re not sure why you’re even here. You rarely— or more accurately, never got selected from the binder because you had made it a mission to make yourself sound rather boring, unappealing even and you even made sure to be extremely honest about your lack of sexual prowess.

Yet, despite all of that, you were selected… and by Kim Taehyung no less. See, this time you were actually nervous. No one had seen you in this state before, actually trembling.

Last week

“Why was my profile even in the binder? Don’t you usually offer some sort of premium binder with only the best girls to clients as important as him?” You ask Jin as you pace up and down his office.

“We did but then he asked for the general binder. Said that he didn’t quite trust our taste.”

“Honestly, my profile shouldn’t even be in the binder anymore,” You groan.

Truth is, you shouldn’t even be an employee anymore but they needed pretty faces to entertain the boys. See, you wanted the money from being an escort but you weren’t quite sure about the sex part. The last boyfriend you had, had made sure you were painfully aware at how bad you were at pleasing men. So, you and Jin came up with the master plan to help you become an escort without really being one. Together you curated your profile, making sure that the men would skip right past your page when going through the binder of girls they could select from. It’s worked so far. You’ve fooled every single man that’s gone through the binder… except Taehyung of course.

Seokjin and every living, breathing soul had told you to keep your distance from him. See, Taehyung was the Head of Security for the local mafia. That meant he was the fixer. If there was a problem in any form, that being a situation or even a person, he would make the problem disappear. Easy, fast, quick. Taehyung embodied efficiency. They said he worked like a robot, pulling the trigger with absolutely no remorse. So, the word on the street was if you just so much as breathe wrongly in his presence, he could end you right there, right then. Around him, mistakes weren’t allowed and thus, you were told that if you ever got selected to be his regular, your life expectancy would sink like a rock.

You should’ve listened, you really should’ve. You should’ve found other ways to keep yourself busy but it’s not your fault that the girls didn’t give you a good enough description of him the first night you met him. They said tall and dangerous but to you, Taehyung seemed anything but dangerous.

There were girls aplenty that night you were working the lounge. You slipped away into the other room, knowing full well that you wouldn’t be missed. You arranged and rearranged the strawberries and assorted snacks on the many different plates. You twisted and turned all the alcohol bottles laid out and read their labels over and over just to pass time. You munched on the snacks, humming a tune as you looked out the window to see the town you call home. It’s not until you saw Taehyung in the reflection that you jumped in your spot, quickly swallowing what you had in your mouth before dusting your dress off any crumbs.

“C-can I get anything for you? Whiskey, maybe?” You asked with a smile despite the fact that you had been caught red-handed slacking on the job.

“A double shot gin and tonic would be nice,” He smiled and you got to work immediately. You were stirring the tall glass soon after, ready to lead him into the main room but he made himself comfortable on one of the couches behind you instead.

“It’s getting a little rowdy out there,” He laughed. “You know how Jimin gets when he’s having a good game of blackjack.”

You only nodded, laughing before you set down his drink in front of him. You stood awkwardly before him, unsure if you were meant to join him or return to the main room. As if sensing your unease, he called for you to take a seat.

“I don’t think I’ve seen you here before,” He hummed, stirring his drink. “Are you new?”

“Me? Oh, I’ve been here a few months already so not exactly new… but I’m Y/N,” You smiled, introducing yourself.

“Taehyung,” He grinned in return and he watched your eyes go wide, like you had a moment of realization. “Judging by your expression, you’ve heard of me?”

“Y-yeah… You’re the Head of Security. A very important man,” You laughed but he could sense the fear behind your laughter.

Though you were awkward at first, you quickly became comfortable. Taehyung was easy to be around, interesting to talk to and with every night you saw him, the two of you only grew closer. He would often find you in the back room, the same way he found you the first time, munching away on snacks meant for him and the boys. The two of you would be lost in your own world, talking about anything from conspiracy theories to sports to world politics and even local gossip. That’s not to say all the two of you ever did was talk. Sometimes he had his hand halfway up your skirt, your lips melding against his, moving at a set rhythm until you pull away, breathless, but aching for more. You guess you didn’t actually mind it. Taehyung was easy on the eyes, and that was an understatement. If anything it was sure as hell better than being fondled by some 50 year old guy. Maybe it also had to do with the fact that you were inexperienced, that this was the most action you’ve gotten since you broke up with your boyfriend more than 3 years ago. If anything, it was an ego boost. Who would say no to making out with someone like him? The answer is well… almost everybody, but contrary to what everyone said, Taehyung seemed harmless. In fact, he was rather sweet. Always taking his time with you, always respectful.

You believed it, you really did. You understood that Taehyung might be a ruffian at work but when it was just you and him, he was anything but. Jin had to sit you down and really knock some sense into you, detailing his crimes, reiterating stories he had heard. He was ruthless, a maniac. Someone who would slit your throat without hesitation. Jin said you and the other girls had to understand that if Taehyung picked any one of you, there was no room for anything but perfection. You knew among the 5 girls that he had chosen, you were the weakest link and for your sake, everyone prayed he wouldn’t choose you because if he did, it was game over. It wasn’t just your life at risk you see, it was everyone’s. If Taehyung was unhappy with the service, after dealing with you, the next to go would be Jin and given Taehyung’s reputation, everyone would follow suit. It won’t be you, you mumbled. He wasn’t stupid. The boys talk about the escorts among themselves. He must know that any of the other girls would be a much better choice. You were worrying for nothing, you smiled. It wasn’t going to be you, you were confident it wasn’t.

“Y/N,” Jin hears Taehyung say through his earpiece. With unsteady fingers, he points at you and Taehyung gives an affirmation.

When Jin grabs you by the hand, attempting to lead you out of the room, you hesitate. You were so sure you weren’t going to be chosen, not when you were standing next to what were the top stars of the agency. Panic rises within you because you’re not ready for this responsibility. You couldn’t have the fate of the agency resting in your hands.

“I have herpes!” You shout, lying, eyes roaming around the double-sided mirror, not knowing where exactly he was standing. “Tell him I have herpes,” You tell Jin who winces when you tug his arm with urgency.

“He says he doesn’t care,” Jin mumbles, tapping at his earpiece.

“W-wait— Taehy—”

You don’t get to finish your sentence because Jin is already dragging you out of the room. He wears an expression you’ve never seen before. It’s anger and fear, all mixed into one and when he pins you with his stare, you choose to look at your feet.

The elevator ride is silent, the doors opening with a ding when it reaches the top floor, the suite reserved for only the best clients. The last time you were in here was for a training session. You were taught how to work the room. Where to sit, what to do, how to entice the men. You struggle to remember most of it now, not when you’re thinking of how you were going to even survive tonight.

“Jin, please, you need to do something,” You whine, almost thrashing in your spot when you stop in front of the door. “Tell him something, tell him—”

“Stop making a scene! There’s nothing I can do now, do you understand?” Jin grumbles, shaking you. “Listen once you go into that room, I can’t really protect you anymore. You know what he’s capable of so, keep that pretty trap of yours shut.”

You simply nod, suddenly rendered mute by the warning. Before shutting the door on you, Jin flashes you a thumbs up, trying to look optimistic but you know more than anyone that he’s scared. In some way, he feels responsible for all of this and god, if anything happens to you, he’s not sure he can forgive himself. With shaky legs, you step further into the room, scanning the suite for a place to sit. Your eyes snap to the bed and you assume that’s where he would want you to be. It’s where you’ve been taught to sit anyway.

It isn’t long before you hear the door creak, Taehyung stepping into the room with a soft smile on his lips. He greets you and all you do is wave dumbly. God, you’re absolutely adorable. While unbuttoning his blazer, he realizes you look different tonight. The expression you wear mimics the one you had on the first time he met you. Fear. He could see it on every inch of your face.

“I uhh— I have herpes,” You mumble, again, as a last-ditch effort.

“I know you don’t,” Taehyung sighs, holding up a piece of paper that you know holds the results from the STD test that the agency made you go for just a few days ago.

“How are you so sure? The test results could be fabricated.”

“Oh your agency wouldn’t dare,” He laughs, placing his blazer on the back of a chair.

“Maybe I slept with someone last night,” You mumble, shuffling your feet. You mean to sound confident but it comes out sounding as anything but that.

“Yeah? And how was it then?” He asks as he removes his gun from his waistband, setting it down on the table. The sight makes Jin’s numerous warnings sound in your head again. This was no time to lie, no time to joke.

“Mustn’t have been that great if it’s taking you so long to answer,” He chuckles, noting your silence.

“I-I didn’t sleep with anyone last night,” You sigh, hands folding nervously in your lap.

Taehyung simply laughs before striding over to take a seat next to you. You’re nervous that much he can tell. You can’t even look him in the eye.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” He murmurs, and you gulp, forcing yourself to look at him just so you can nod.

At that, he smiles. He stands up and makes his way over to the ice bucket tucked in the corner of the room.

“Champagne?”

“Yes, please.”

That’s the only sentence you’ve said so far with absolute certainty.

He walks over, glass of champagne in one hand and plate of strawberries in another. You accept them both meekly. Twirling the glass of champagne in your hand while you munch on a strawberry.

You’re a nervous eater and drinker. You knocked back glasses of champagne and almost cleared the whole plate of strawberries on your own.

“I have a feeling you don’t do this very often,” Taehyung smiles, refilling your glass for what must’ve been the 5th time now.

“H-huh? Oh, um, sorry,” You mumble as you snap into action. You tug your dress a little lower by the cleavage before you move up on the bed. You move slow, Taehyung watching as you kick off your shoes. Taking your time, you lay on your side, shoulders rolled back so your chest was on display. Your other hand slides to rest on your hip, before it slides down lower, drawing his attention to what he wanted the most. With your champagne still in hand, you put on a sultry expression, one you’ve been coached to make. Your free hand reaches for a strawberry, stopping to lick your lips just after a bite.

Taehyung takes a seat on the bed, laughing as he shook his head. When he turns to look at you, he sees a frown on your face. You didn’t understand. You did everything they told you to do. He was supposed to be smirking, not laughing. Taehyung pats the spot next to him, beckoning you over to take a seat.

“It doesn’t suit you,” He hums, when you’re finally at his side. “The whole sexy act they teach you girls to put on.”

“But, I-I’m plenty sexy,” You pout. You knew you weren’t a bombshell like some of the other girls were but you had your… well, charm.

“You are, you are,” He grins, pulling you onto his lap with ease as he’s done many times before. “I never said you weren’t. I just think you’re sexier when you’re doing your own thing, not whatever they teach you,” He hums as he pulls you in closer, his chest now flush against your back.

“But the act is what you boys like,” You mumble, as he rests his chin on your shoulder. “You know, we flash some skin, sway our hips, wink a little and by then you’ll all be drooling already.”

Taehyung lets out a breathy laugh, one hand wrapped around your centre while the other reaches for his champagne glass. He simply clinks his glass against yours with a smile.

“I can’t deny that,” He sighs after setting aside both his glass and yours. “But you see I much prefer you like this. Disobedient and sassy.”

You can’t see his face but you can almost imagine the smirk he’s wearing right now. It’s the one he always flashes you when he’s busy ogling you. His fingers toy with the sleeves of your dress that sit awkwardly on your shoulder, slipping them off with practised ease, as if he does this all the time and you sit there in his lap, too afraid to move.

“T-Taehy—"

There’s a hum of approval that leaves his lips, when your dress pools at your waist, his fingers brushing the underside of your bra. He peppers your shoulder with kisses, moving along until he reached your neck, his lips moving slow, leaving marks that you are sure will show tomorrow. Your breath stutters, quiet moans leaving your lips as his hand moves up to wrap around your throat. It’s right and it’s wrong. You want to but you can’t and you mean to stay silent but you can’t help but say what’s been on your mind since he stepped into the room.

“I haven’t had sex in years,” You blurt out, your eyes shut tight as you feel his lips pull away, the grip around your neck now loose as his hand drops back to your waist.

“I don’t know if they lied on my profile but I genuinely haven’t done it in years,” You sigh, hands toying with the material of your dress. They must’ve lied on your profile. Otherwise, Taehyung would’ve never picked you. “And I know they give us ratings, in terms of how good we are in bed and—”

“They rated you a 1/10.”

“Really? Wh—wha— T-That’s mean. I think I’m at least a solid three,” You huff. Three was the arbitrary number you and Jin had decided on because you were bad, but you weren’t that bad. “Anyway, that’s not my point.”

“What is your point then, love?” He asks and you twist in his lap to look at him. His hold on you is still tender, hands softly sitting on your hips.

“There’s a girl we have, Mirae. She’s a 10/10. Everyone that’s been with her, loves her.”

“Yes, I’m familiar with her. She was in the final line-up,” Taehyung mumbles, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. What did she have to do with anything the two of you were doing right now?

“Exactly! You can just call them up, say you’re dissatisfied with me and ask for Mirae,” You smile. “They’ll send her right up.”

“But I’m not dissatisfied with you,” He frowns, utterly at a loss at why you would think so.

“O-okay, but she’s a guarantee 10/10 will blow your mind type of girl,” You mumble.

Your gaze is fixed somewhere else, as if you were too afraid to look him in the eye. It’s odd. You seemed to have had no problems being in his presence all the weeks prior to this. Maybe he was just so caught up in his own emotions to realize that you wanted none of this. Though, he’s sure that’s not the case. Most of the times he had you in his lap in the lounge, you’d be moaning into his mouth as you kissed him back as fervently as he did. You’d drive him crazy, grinding down on him as if you wanted more, moaning sinful things into his ears.

“Do I make you feel uncomfortable?”

“No… no, not at all.”

“So then do I scare you?”

“Not exactly,” You murmur, fingers pinching at your dress. “It’s just… you’re an important guy a-and we strive to impress. I also can’t afford to lose this job,” You mumble, eyes downcast.

“So you think you’re going to lose this job if I’m not impressed?”

“It’s a possibility, yes.”

“I’ll tell them you were a 10/10 mind blowing experience even if you were atrocious if that’s what you’re worried about.”

You look up at him with wide eyes, as if hope was gleaming in them and at that he could only smile. My god, you had him wrapped around your finger and you didn’t even know it.

“A-and you can’t take it out on anyone at the agency,” You mumble.

“You have my word, love,” He grins, nodding. “And I am always a man of my word.”

See, he’s anything but dangerous. You didn’t understand why everyone sees him as some type of monster.

“So,” He hums, twisting you back into your original spot, his chest pressed against your back once more. “Now back to business. You said you haven’t had sex in years? Is that why you’re always dripping even when all we’ve been doing is kissing?”

“I-I do not know what you’re talking about.”

Taehyung laughs, lips tucked between his teeth when you attempt to shrink away.

“There’s no need to be shy about it,” He smiles, hands moving down towards your thigh. His fingers massage your inner thighs, slowly making its way up. They creep higher and higher and you whimper, especially so when he lets out a breathy laugh. “So, you decided to skip the panties today,” He notes when he finds nothing but your smooth skin. His fingers move through your folds, making you squirm in his hold. “And here I was, thinking you didn’t want any of this.”

“I… I ran out of time,” You mumble. “Couldn’t find a clean pair.”

Taehyung snorts, shaking his head. You surely are an interesting character.

“I’m not complaining,” He smirks. “It just makes my job easier.”

Taehyung surely takes his time, his fingers moving at a glacial pace as his lips continue their work on your neck. You want to tell him to speed it up, to do something because you needed your 3-year drought to come to an end.

“You have something to say?” He questions as you continue to whine and fidget.

“I want more,” You murmur.

“More? More what, love?”

You know he’s just teasing. He knows what you want. How could he possibly not.

“Tell me, what do you want? Is it my fingers in your pussy?” He smirks, plunging two of them into you without any warning whatsoever and you moan, your eyebrows knit together at the sensation. “Or do you want me to touch you here? Work this until you’re sore and begging me to stop?” He queries, his thumb beginning to rub your clit in tight circles. You screw your eyes shut at the feeling, your hand fisting the sheets by your side as you spread your legs wider. God, it’s been too long, you think to yourself. This could hardly compare to your nightly routine of rubbing one out yourself under the blanket. The way his fingers stretch you when he curls them upwards makes you feel delirious and all you can do is mumble his name over and over. His thumb rubs tighter, faster circles against your bundle of nerves and you bite down on your lip to muffle the choked noises that threaten to spill out of your mouth.

“Look at you, you’re making such a mess,” He murmurs into your ear. The way his lips ghosts the shell of your ear makes a shiver run through you. His lips slowly moves down to leave marks on your neck, his tongue laving across the spots he’s decorated your skin with. “You’re dripping all over. Is it because you haven’t been touched in a while or because you’ve never been touched like this at all?”

You can’t answer, not when he’s doing all of that. Your mouth hangs open, almost as if you’re trying to answer him but all that leaves your throat are soft moans. Taehyung only laughs, his free hand moving to unbuckle your bra, fingers pinching your nipples when you finally help him rid yourself of the bra.

“Answer me, love,” He grins, teasing your nipple again, the act eliciting yet another moan out of you. “Has anyone else made you feel like this?”

“N-no,” You manage to say. “M-my ex wasn’t into anything other than doing it in the doggy position.”

“That’s a shame,” He sighs. “He never got to see you like this, moaning and whimpering, all desperate for more,” He hums, his hand abandoning your chest to move up to your throat, squeezing it lightly.

“I’m gonna cum,” You choke out as you begin to see white behind your eyelids, your legs trembling as he picks up the pace, his fingers pumping in and out of you with fervour.

“Not yet, love. You only cum when I say so.”

“I c-cant—”

“Ah, but you will,” He mumbles, adding a third finger, making you let out a choked sob. He wears an evil smirk as he teases your breast with his hand, his fingers moving to pinch your nipple harshly. You let out a whimper, your head lolling back as you try to ignore the tension in the pit of your stomach that threatens to snap.

“Please, please Taehyung, I—" Your sentence is cut short by a moan because he presses against your clit harder, rubbing figure eights at a pace that almost makes you go limp. You can feel your control begin to slip, your legs trembling as the pressure building in your abdomen finally snaps and you see nothing but hot white behind your eyelids. You’re panting, grinding down onto Taehyung’s lap as a slew of cuss words escape you. The man is relentless, his digits curling into your walls, his thumb still continuing on at its furious pace as you climb down from your high.

“I guess you’re not very good at following orders,” Taehyung sighs, clicking his tongue as he finally stops, pulling his hand away from your sopping pussy. He brings his hand up to your mouth, forcing you to lick clean your juices off his fingers and you do, tongue moving across them as you suck. “Dirty girl,” He smirks, pulling his digits out of your mouth before he grabs you by the waist, twisting you in his lap so you were facing him again.

“So what shall we do with you, hmm?” He prompts, his hold tender but his gaze otherwise. “I don’t take too kindly to disobedient sluts,” He huffs, removing his hold on you to loosen the tie he’s been wearing. You gulp, almost trembling because you couldn’t quite tell what he was going to do next. With the tie still in his hands, he reaches over to lift you up off his lap, urging to make yourself at home higher up the bed. He smirks, eyeing you in all your glory and with a single finger he points at your dress still pooled at your waist. You nod in understanding, discarding it without him having to say a single word. There was no more room for mistakes.

“This time when I say you only cum when I say so, I hope you listen,” He exhales as he stands up to unbuckle his pants. “Unless of course, you wish to be punished,” He smiles, devilishly so, as he unbuttons his shirt, tossing the tie onto the bed.

“N-no, I don’t,” You mumble, stuttering, unsure exactly what kind of punishment he meant. Did he mean punishment as in he would put a bullet in your skull or punishment as in a light spank on the ass? Though the latter sounds tempting, you’re not willing to find out just what he has in store for you in case of your disobedience. “I’ll be good,” You murmur, hypnotized when he rids himself of his pants and boxers, his cock slapping against his stomach.

“Will you?” He hums, hands wrapped around his member, groaning as he pumps himself a few times, precum leaking out of the tip. You watch, mesmerized, almost drooling as he pads over closer to you. “But you know, I can’t help but think I’m being too easy on you.”

You freeze in your spot, unsure of what to do next. Luckily for you, Taehyung does all the work. With his back sinking into the pillows, he pulls you onto his lap again but this time you’re facing him.

“See, this isn’t the first time. You’re always defiant, sassy, and I can’t count the number of times I’ve wanted to fuck you stupid when we were in the lounge just so you could understand who you were dealing with,” He hums, rubbing the head of his cock against your folds. You shiver, biting your lip as you could feel it just mere centimetres away from where you wanted it to be.

“Then do it,” You tease, hand slipping down to guide his length to your entrance because if he was going to leave you waiting for so long, he obviously needed help. Taehyung only laughs at that, slapping your hand away. He guides you onto your back, pinning your hands above your head as he leaves kisses down the valley of your breasts, only stopping because he can hear you release a shaky exhale.

“Oh, I will,” He smirks, pulling away to line up his cock to your pussy. He starts slow, teasing you as he rubs his cock against your core, groaning as your juices coated his length. You whine, about to demand him to do something but before you can say anything, he plunges into you, thrusting upwards in one swift motion, giving you no time to adjust to his size. You gasp, mouth hanging open as you let out a choked sob. “Baby, I’ll fuck you so good, so hard but only if you promise to listen.”

“I-I will,” You whimper, soft moans filling up the room as he rocks against you slowly.

“Good,” He mumbles before his tongue envelops one of your nipples. “Now keep your hands there. No touching until I say so.”

You only nod in response, barely able to hear him as your mind goes blank, his cock brushing against the spot that made your toes curl. Your body felt like it was on fire, his touch making you keen against him, his lips making your mind grow hazy.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” He groans, eyes screwed shut as he delivers on his promise, thrusting into you so hard that you could almost feel him in your throat. He lifts your legs up over his shoulder and god, you didn’t think he could make you feel any better but as he buries his cock into you to the hilt, you can only moan in return. Taehyung whines, meeting your tongue in a sloppy kiss, lips moving against yours with fervour. It takes everything in you to not reach out to tug at his hair, to pull him closer. You needed him, wanted him.

“Tae, I-I want—” You manage to choke out between kisses but he silences you with his lips.

“More?” He asks, laughing breathily as he pulls out halfway before he slams back into you. Your eyes roll back as he does it a few more times, rendering you silent apart from the long moans that leave you without your consent. “You’re a greedy little slut, aren’t you?”

“Tae,” You murmur, your walls clenching around him as he thrusts deeper, harder.

“Don’t do that, baby. Not yet,” He warns, slipping a thumb into your mouth. You nod, tongue wrapping around it as you suck. Fuck, you were driving him insane. His other hand holds onto your waist with a grip so tight you’re sure it’ll bruise tomorrow. You could care less, especially when he was making you feel this good. You could already feel it, the coil in your stomach being held together solely by your will threatening to release, your muscles tightening and Taehyung warns you once more when you clench around him yet another time.

“Be good,” He grumbles, his grip on your waist tightening and you wail, nodding as you focus on keeping yourself together. You lace your hands through his hair, finding purchase on whatever you can, as if doing any of that could help you from falling apart.

“What did I say about touching?” Taehyung growls, as he pulls away from you, your pussy clenching at the sudden emptiness. Your eyes snap open, eyebrows tucked together in worry as Taehyung sighs, reaching for his tie at the end of the bed.

“S-sorry, I was just trying to—”

Taehyung isn’t interested in your excuses. He flips you over, almost as if you weighed nothing, quickly pinning your hands behind your back.

“Since you have trouble listening, let me help you,” He mumbles, using his necktie to tie your hands together, the soft silk digging into your wrists as he double knots it. He huffs, lifting you by the waist so you were now on your knees, the side of your face still pressed to the mattress. “I knew I was being too easy on you,” He mumbles, hand splayed over your ass that was now on show for him. Without warning, he brings his hand down harshly onto the flesh of your ass, making you tuck your lips between your teeth, partially muffling your moan.

“So, are you going to behave now?”

“Yes!” You cry, nodding into the sheets.

“No more chances,” Taehyung mumbles. “Next time you disobey me, I’m going to leave you high and dry, begging me to make you cum.”

You don’t even have the chance to say anything because Taehyung wastes no time, hand around your neck as his cock pushes past your folds, filling you up once again.

“Fuuuck,” You moan as he thrusts into you, his fat cock stretching you out deliciously. You clench your fists, wrists struggling against his necktie because all you wanted right now was to tug at his hair or dig your nails into his skin. God, he was driving you insane.

His hand around your neck isn’t there to choke you but more so he could find leverage to slam into you harder. You whimper and whine, legs threatening to give way with every time he thrusts into you.

“You don’t know how long I’ve thought about you like this,” He groans. “All pretty and obedient for me, moaning my name. So fucking good for me.”

The latter part of his sentence is punctuated by his thrusts, his arm wrapped around your centre helps hold you up as your thighs turn to jelly. His rhythm is sloppy now and you can tell he’s close just by the way he’s whining in your ear.

“Just for you,” You cry, as his hand slips down towards your clit, rubbing the nub with just the right pressure, making your head spin. Your sentence seems to spark something in Taehyung because he grips your neck tighter, quickening his pace.

“Fuck, baby you’re driving me crazy,” He grunts as you begin to lose control, your pussy clenching against his length, making the man lose his composure. “God, your pussy feels so good, so fucking wet and tight just for me.”

“L-let me cum, please,” You beg, almost sobbing as your toes curl up in pleasure. “Please, Tae, I c-can’t anymore.”

Taehyung grunts, pulling out all the way before he plunges back in, his following thrusts short and shallow as he struggles to keep a grip on you. He bucks his hip forward, hand grabbing your shoulder as your name comes out in the form of moans. From your spot, you can see his eyebrows tucked together, his face looking absolutely fucked out and god, you’d do anything to see him look like that again. He chases his high desperately, groaning long and hard before he jerks forward, his cock stuttering as his seed spills into you, your walls clenching around him. You whine, cussing as he brings you to your high, his fingers circling your clit, making your vision go white. As he comes down from his high, he thrusts into you, hitting the bundle of nerves inside you, hitting the spot that made you hold your breath.

“Pl-please, please, please, Taehyung, I need to cum,” You cry, wail almost as you feel the coil in your stomach grow even tighter.

“You want to cum?” He asks, grunting. You nod, whining as he picks up the pace. “Then be a good girl and cum all over my cock, baby.”

You swear you almost black out, your orgasm so intense that you can no longer hold yourself up, your limbs betraying you as you sink into the mattress, pussy pulsing as it clenches uncontrollably. Taehyung pulls out, flipping you over before his lips finds yours between your pants. His kisses are languid and soft, almost as if it’s an apology. His touch is gentle, cradling your cheeks as he kisses you senseless, sucking at your lips so you would part them for him. His free hand moves down to your pussy his fingers slowly gathering his cum that was spilling out just to push it back into you and you squirm under his hold, whimpering. He continues for a while, his fingers brushing over your clit every so often so he could hear you whine, asking him to stop as your pussy throbbed, feeling a tad bit sensitive.

“I wasn’t too rough, was I?” He asks as he undoes the necktie that holds your hands together. He frowns, hands smoothing over your wrists that have been rubbed raw. The question catches you off guard, his entire demeanour does. You’re pretty sure most guys do not treat their escorts this way.

“It’s fine, Taehyung. I-I liked it,” You mumble, eyes downcast. At that he smiles, grabbing the soft towel from the nearby table along with his blazer with him. He’s mostly quiet as he cleans you up. Of course he kind of sits there mesmerized as he watches his cum leak out of your pussy. Damn, you seriously don’t understand what you do to him.

Taehyung offers you his shirt before he puts on his boxers and you sit there, awkwardly buttoning his shirt because isn’t he supposed to leave now? Isn’t that how these things usually go? The men would come here, have their fun and leave immediately after. Why was he still here, lingering?

He soon returns to the bed, his hand reaching into the pockets of his blazer to pull out something. Your eyebrows furrow in confusion as he produces two packets, a giant foot printed on each one. You stare it for a little longer before a dawn of realization hits you and you smile, immediately unwrapping the packet when he hands it to you.

“Oh my god, I love these. I almost forgot they existed,” You smile, pulling out the lollipop that was shaped in a foot before carefully dipping it back into the bottom of the packet that held the fizzy powder. “It’s so hard to find them nowadays.”

“Yeah, you can only get them at those really old family owned sundry shops now,” He smiles, unwrapping his own one.

“Seriously, I love this candy so much,” You laugh. “It brings me back to my childhood.”

Taehyung only grins as he makes himself comfortable among the pillows. He beckons you over by patting the spot next to him.

“You know, this sort of feels like it’s meant to console me. Like a hey, you were bad in bed but here, have a lollipop! It’ll make you feel better,” You laugh and Taehyung blushes.

“Th-That’s not what I meant by giving you this lollipop. If anything you’re leagues better than the 3/10 that you think you are.”

“Well, what was your intention then?”

“Nothing really,” He hums. “It’s just that I’m a man of my word is all.”

18 years ago

“It’s not that bad really,” You assure the boy that’s crying in front of you. “It doesn’t hurt one bit,” You smile, wiping the blood away from your lips.

You’re lying. It hurts… a lot and you kind of regret standing up to the bullies but you weren’t just going to sit back and watch those older boys beat up that same little kid again.

“I’m so sorry,” He mumbles, sobbing. “Next time you shouldn’t try to help.”

“I can’t leave you alone like that,” You frown. “They’re just being big meanies. You didn’t even do anything wrong.”

The boy sighs. You’re as stubborn as an ox. How could you not see that this was a losing battle? They were going to bully him forever. He was an easy target, the poor boy with tattered clothes and no money for food. He just came to the playground to escape from the constant fights his parents would have. He just wanted one moment of peace, and if not the playground, he had nowhere else to go. It was better than home anyway. Even if he got beat up here, at least he would get his moment of peace whenever he laid in the sand box alone, sobbing. At least there was no shouting here once the sun begins to set.

“Oh, my mum’s here,” You hum, breaking the boy out of the trance he was in. “Come on!” You smile, grabbing him by the hand, leading him to your mother.

“What the— Y/N, what happened?” Your mother questions, panicked.

“Well, we—,” You point to yourself and then to the boy next to you. “—stood up to the bullies!”

Your mother sighs, crouching down to inspect your split lip. She can only shake her head as you give her a grin, wincing in pain when you smile too wide.

“And you, oh sweetheart,” She mumbles, softly turning to see his face littered with bruises. “Where are your parents?”

“Busy fighting, throwing things at each other,” The boy answers honestly.

Your mother hums, gulping nervously.

“What’s your name?”

“Kim,” He answers easily with his last name that he shares with thousands of people. His father had told him not to give out his full name. Especially since there’s an order out to kidnap a Kim Taehyung. The mafia needed some leverage so that his father would actually pay back his debt.

“O-okay, Kim,” Your mother smiles. “Would you like to join us for dinner?”

“Can I?” He asks, absolutely beaming at the thought of finally being able to eat a hot meal.

“Sure, what would you like to have? Y/N here likes— Where’d she go? Y/N—”

Your mother only grumbles to herself as she watches you run back towards her, two little packets in your hand.

“I told you to stop running off like that,” Your mother frowns.

“But he was going to leave,” You mumble, pointing to the ice-cream man who’s packing up his cart, putting away the assorted candies he sold along with his ice-cream. “Here,” You smile, handing a packet to the boy. He inspects it with furrowed eyebrows, twisting the packet with a large foot printed on it.

Your obsession with the weirdly shaped lollipop honestly drives your mother crazy. It certainly didn’t help that it was not the easiest candy to find.

“It tastes funny,” The boy mumbles, noting that the candy fizzes in his mouth. “And it’s sour,” He murmurs, face scrunching up at the taste. “But I like it.”

“Exactly! It’s the best!” You smile, dipping the lollipop back into the packet to pick up some more powder.

Your mother takes the both of you by the hand, leading you two to a nearby restaurant. She picks the place because she’s had a long day and she really just wants a good plate of fried rice to heal her soul. She notes the Kim boy is rather quiet, but in your presence, he seems to light up. Shame, she sighs. It’s nice that you were getting along so well with this kid, but you and your mother are moving away to another town in just a few days. Moreover, it didn’t quite sit well with her that the boy had said some rather disturbing things about his home life… and the fact that he was being bullied daily at the playground, that hurt her heart too. But, it was hard taking care of you alone. She didn’t really need more to worry about, in fact she couldn’t afford it.

“You sure you’ll be okay walking home?” Your mother asks, as the three of you stand outside the restaurant.

“Yes.”

“We can walk you home if you would just let us know where it is.”

“My parents really don’t like me giving out our address to strangers,” He mumbles, staring at his feet.

“Okay,” Your mother hums. “You be safe, alright?”

Taehyung nods, ready to walk away when you stop him, making him stand there as you tug at your mother’s sleeve, making her crouch down so you could whisper in her ear.

“Please,” You beg, hands clasped together as your mother gives you a pointed look after having heard your request. She sighs before she nods and digs into her purse for her wallet. The grin you have on when she hands you the money is truly precious.

“Here, take this,” You smile, handing the boy the $20 your mother had just given you. “Don’t let those stupid boys hurt you anymore a-and get yourself something nice to eat tomorrow.”

“Y/N,” He says, dumbfounded, staring at the bill in his hand.

“Oh and here,” You grin, putting the lollipop packet in his hand. “I was saving this for later but I think you should have it.”

“Y/N,” He repeats in the same tone, still in shock. He knows he should say something along the lines of no, I can’t take any of this but the truth is… he wanted both of those things in his hands badly.

“I’ll see you around Kim,” You mumble as you wave at him, walking backwards to your mum who’s waiting further ahead.

“I… I promise I’ll get you this when I have money next time!” He shouts, holding up the packet. “I’ll pay you back 100 times the amount,” He says, pointing at the $20.

“You promise?”

“I promise!”

Taehyung is a man of his word, always has been and always will be. It’s why when you go to drop off your monthly installment for the debt your father owes, they inform you that with the amount you had just paid, you had completely cleared the debt. They tell you that they were surprised to receive the money you mailed in last week and the truth is, so are you but you only nod nonchalantly. You make sure to get the proper documentation from them, to confirm that they were absolutely certain that your account has been cleared. You walk out of there with a nice little slip with their insignia and a gang member’s signature that verifies that the debt has been paid in full. You laugh to yourself, absolutely grateful for their miscalculation or rather, mismanagement. You actually had hundreds and thousands left to pay but hey, you’re not going to tell them that. God, you can’t wait to tell Taehyung what dumbasses his rivals are.

*bonus*

check out this ask for extras like how tae knew it was oc and if he ever tells her that he’s the little boy she helped out!

A/N: as always, thanks for reading and feedback is always welcome!!! (: also this was meant to be a drabble… i swear… but u kno meeeee

#bts smut #taehyung smut #bts fanfic #bts scenarios #taehyung fluff

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sayingthesamethings · 5 years

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Magic Shop (Part 3)

Pairing: Poly!BTS x Witch!Fem!Reader

Summary: Underneath the concrete and pavement, between the towering buildings, Seoul is thrumming with magic. Too much magic. It’s become a hot spot for magical beings seeking to feed off of such intense energy. BTS is unaware of such dangers until they come across a witch trying to manage the mischief of other magical creatures while creating her own trouble.

Warnings: Language

Author’s Note: I’m so sorry that it took this long for part three! It’s much shorter than I would’ve liked for it to be, but I really struggled with this transition for some reason. Thank you for being so patient, and please enjoy this part!

(Name) pinched the bridge of her nose and watched as the boys tried, multiple times, to open the door. Growing tired of their futile attempts, she sat on her cushioned stool to continue with making her concoction.

“I’m going to save you all some time and let you know that it won’t open,” she announced as she absentmindedly twirled her finger in the air to command the grinding stick to continue mixing the contents of the medicine bowl.

“(Name),” Namjoon warned. (Name) pursed her lips and continued to searched through her sealed vials full of different colored liquids. “(Name),” Namjoon called shortly.

Relenting, (Name) threw her hands up. “What?” she cried. Namjoon raised a brow before motioning to the door wordlessly. “I panicked, okay?”

“You panicked and locked us in the room with you,” Yoongi summarized.

(Name) shrugged. “And also created a temporary pocket dimension, but yeah. That sounds about right.” The members of BTS began to panic.

“Are you magic?” Hoseok asked in fear. (Name) ran a hand through her hair and roughly sighed.

“No, I’m not magic. I use magic. You would call me a witch,” she corrected.

Quietly, Jungkook commented, “But magic’s not real.”

A hot anger welled up in (Name)’s chest. The hackles on Jaewon’s back raised as he bared his small fangs. There was a sudden drop in temperature that the group of men couldn’t ignore. A few of the members were quick to catch on and roughly nudged the maknae from several different directions.

“Well, Jungkook. I can assure you that magic is very much real.” (Name) fell silent as she took a moment to recollect herself and take a few deep breaths.

Taehyung leaned over to whisper in their youngest boyfriend’s ear, “How else is she moving the stick, Kookie?” Jungkook shuffled awkwardly and looked to the ground.

“You can even ask Namjoon. He would know,” (Name) passively commented. The six men turned to their leader, who held his hands up in defense.

“How was I supposed to know?” (Name) rolled her eyes.

“How else would you be able to slip right by a crowd of fans without anyone stopping you?” she retorted as she grabbed the correct vial containing a silver liquid.

Jin slapped Namjoon’s arm and nagged, “I knew you were up to no good!” Jimin’s eyes darted between the eldest and the witch calmly mixing.

“Uh, Jin-hyung. I really don’t think that’s the problem right now,” Jimin said as he shuffled closer to Jin and Namjoon.

(Name) raised a brow. “What would be the problem then?” The room fell into a tense silence as she finished making her drink and poured the bowl into her mug. There was steam rising from the cup despite the fact that (Name) had not touched a heat source the whole time she was making her drink.

“Well, you kinda locked us in a room,” Hoseok offered hesitantly, still a bit on edge from being pulled into the room and the door slamming shut by an invisible force.

(Name) bashfully took a sip from her mug and replied, “Sorry. I didn’t want you guys running out yelling about how I’m a witch. That would be bad for our shop.” She pet Jaewon, still on edge, and sighed. “You have to at least let me explain.”

Jimin looked at (Name) through his bangs and quietly asked, “You won’t hurt us?” She nodded.

“I told Namjoon earlier. I can’t hurt you as long as he wears that ring,” she answered. With a shrug, she included, “Not that I hurt civilians in the first place.”

“Wait, you didn’t say that,” Namjoon interrupted. (Name) tilted her head to the side and hummed in contemplation.

She said, “Huh. Maybe I didn’t.” She shrugged halfheartedly and brought her mug to her lips. “Yeah, that ring you’re wearing is enchanted with a binding spell.” Not entirely caring about their reactions, she took a long sip.

Namjoon jumped and checked his hand. He didn’t remember slipping the ring back onto his finger.

Jin echoed, “A binding spell?” The female took a moment to swallow before answering.

“There are multiple variations of a binding spell,” she assured, as if that was supposed to make sense to the group of idols.

When (Name) showed no signs of explained further, Jin spoke up. “And that means?” (Name) set her mug down and allowed Jaewon to hop off her shoulders to curl up on the counter.

“The spell on Namjoon’s ring is a two-way spell,” (Name) began with small hand motions. “A binding spell that works two ways is primarily focused on the flow of magic from one individual to another.”

“So why is it called a binding spell?” Taehyung inquired.

(Name) responded, “Well, the original spell’s intent was close to slavery, but that's the one-way version of the spell. Scholars have only just recently drafted the two-way version in hopes to replace the misuse and abuse of the original spell. Nowadays, the original is only used for detaining.”

“That still doesn’t explain why it’s called that,” Taehyung huffed.

“Eh, there’s an argument that the spell hasn’t changed enough to call it original and warrant a new name,” (Name) answered.

Namjoon frowned. “What does all of this have to do with the day we met?”

“Because I gave you my ring, I was able to project my magic and create a basic illusion spell on you.” (Name) patiently waited for the information to soak in for the men by flipping through her spell book. “Jaewon, can you rewrite the page on tupple plants? I need to change the description.” She swirled the contents of her mug and commented, “Thank you, by the way, for letting me test the spell and ring on you. It’s hard to get someone to try stuff out for me.”

“You were testing a spell on him?” Yoongi scoffed in disbelief.

(Name) stared at the rapper in thought before saying, “Oh. Sorry. For you know, not asking.” Yoongi made a sour face.

“Do you ever ask someone before fucking with their lives?”

“Yoongi,” Jin warned.

Jungkook argued quietly, “Suga-hyung has a point, hyung.”

“That doesn’t mean he needs to swear!” Yoongi rolled his eyes at the eldest.

He said, “Who knows what she’s been doing the whole time Joon’s been wearing that damn ring?”

(Name) frowned, a little more that offended. “Namjoon, are you upset?” The others stopped arguing and looked to their leader, who was staring back at the witch with his lips pressed into a firm line and his brows deeply furrowed.

Was he upset?

Namjoon had to ask himself the question mentally. Trying to sort his emotions out, he identified his immense fear of the unknown factor surrounding (Name). She was a walking enigma. Even so, there was an undeniable interest for something he couldn’t quite place. Curiosity, even. Towards magic, perhaps?

But no, not anger. He couldn’t find any trace within himself.

As if she could sense this, (Name) grinned. She set her mug down and crossed her legs.

“I didn’t think how I got him out of the situation mattered,” she excused with a shrug. Jin sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “He agreed to the terms I set, and I worked my magic,” she stated with a pause after. Her lips twitched upwards. “Literally.”

Jin said, “While I appreciate getting Joon out of trouble, there is a problem with using magic on him.” (Name) rolled her eyes with a huff.

“Okay, so I see that there’s a ‘problem,’” she generalized while eyeing the on edge, younger men. “Well, this is awkward.” She pulled a clean medicine bowl in front of her and began tossing brightly colored leaves and odd shaped fruits in.

Taehyung looked between Yoongi and (Name) before hesitantly speaking. “So what happens now?” The witch hummed in contemplation without taking her eyes off of the bowl in front of her.

“Oh, that’s easy.” Placing everything down gently, (Name) stood up from her stool and brushed off her clothes as if she had been sitting there long enough for dust to collect. She cleared her throat unnecessarily and called, “Jaewon. A little help, please.”

The ferret opened a single eye to glower up at his owner. (Name) returned the narrow look to which the ferret huffed at and reluctantly rose from his resting position. Jaewon effortlessly leaped the distance from the counter top to (Name)’s shoulder, now appearing alert.

The leather bound book rose from the counter. (Name) levitated it in front of her, and began chanting.

To time alone are memories lost, Forget me not and pay the cost

The air began to physically shift and chill. As if the weather outside had suddenly changed, the sunlight streaming through the stained glass of the windows began to dim at an alarming rate. The wind originating from apparently nothing picked up to the point where the members of BTS had to shield themselves.

Forsake my being and all that it is, For I am a moment you shall not miss

At the center of the vortex, (Name) levitated a few inches from the ground. The gems of her necklaces and rings glowed eerily. A wave of dizziness enveloped the idols, and they were beginning to feel the room sway.

Their visions swam and became murky. Despite the wind kicking up around them, (Name)’s voice rang as clear as day.

Time shall flow just as it has, And in time this too shall pass

“...oys? Boys!” their manager, Sejin, yelled. They jumped and glanced around wildly. The filming crew were close to packing up, and almost all of the makeup and design team had left.

“Oh,” Namjoon mumbled and rubbed at his eyes. “Manager-hyung, what’s wrong?”

The older male huffed and crossed his arms. “Were any of you paying attention to what I was saying?” Namjoon’s jaw dropped, and he looked to his boyfriends for assistance, but they were just as confused as he was. “I’ll take that as a no. We’re all done here. Take your drinks with you to the van,” he instructed as he adjusted the coat hanging over his arm.

The male idols had to shake off and blink away the dream like trance they found themselves in.

“We’ll be right there, hyung,” Jin, being one of the first to recover, said with a small smile. Sejin hummed with a nod before motioning for them to follow. The idols reluctantly did as they were told and scurried towards the entrance.

Namjoon stopped before the door and motioned for the others to stop as well. He turned towards the counter and bowed, to which the rest of the group followed.

“Thank you for your time,” he announced, and the others echoed.

(Name) smiled from where she was leaning on the counter and offered a flirty wave.

“We hope to see you again!” she cheered. The bell above the door chimed one last time before the shop’s lively atmosphere abruptly died. (Name)’s gaze never left the door, and a slow, methodical hum buzzed through the air.

Jaewon slowly crept out from his hiding place underneath the counter and curled up across (Name)’s shoulders. The ferret looked at the witch quizzically.

“I’m gonna miss them,” (Name) sighed wistfully. Jaewon narrowed his gaze. Catching her familiar’s lack of amusement, (Name) wholeheartedly laughed, even going as far as throwing her head back. “So what if I’ll see them soon?” she retorted before bringing her mug to her lips. Before drinking the rest of her concoction, she grinned wickedly.

“I can’t wait to play again.”

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little-dragon-stories · 5 years

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Not so complicated after all

Part 8 makeup session

Scenario. Angst. Pairing Yoongi x reader.

W.C. 1974

As soon as you entered the dressing room of Big Hits you can see Yoongi and Hoseok waiting for you on the little couch close to your work station. When he sees you, Hoseok stand up and sit on your makeup chair while Yoongi stays on the couch. They keep talking to each other, laughing about some things that happened during the lunch. The boys are all here, getting ready to shoot a Run Bts episode in the studio of the company.

“You are late pretty flower girl”, Hoseok said with a wink.

“I am not late, I am actually 10 minutes in advance, you are always here before time”.

Hoseok laughed.

“I guess I will start with Hobi oppa since he is the one on the big chair”.

“Yes please, transform me into a beautiful man”.

“I will do my best” you answered.

You washed your hands and applied hand cream on your hands before you start to apply a skin care product on Hoseok’s skin.

It takes you almost 45 minute to finish Hoseok’s makeup. The boy kept talking, laughing and moving around. You have to remind him to stay still when you are working close to his eyes but it was hard for him to listen to you. He is very excited today, he keep shaking his leg and tapping his index finger on the arm of the chair. You are not use to work with people that moves so much but you appreciate the positive energy that radiate from him. He is smiling while he is talking and everything he says is always positive or constructive. You have never seen him mad or angry. He and Yoongi are always grateful of the makeup you create for them, they always thank you after you are done. This grateful attitude is different from what you were use to at the circus. You use to be working with a few bad temper artists and some surdimensionnated ego, not all of them of course.

As soon as Hoseok is ready, a calm and relax Yoongi take his place and sit in front of you. He smiled at you gently as you take a clip to remove the hair from his face. You haven’t work with him since you saw him cry in his studio 4 days ago, the boys were having dance practices and meetings to discuss their next comeback. During those days, you prepared the draft for the makeup that will fit their clothes and the concept of the comeback.

Yoongi seems tired but nevertheless, you have to admit he is still the most handsome man you have ever seen. What you love the most about his face is his eyes. You love the shape of his eyes, the brightness of the pupil, the emotions his eyes can communicate, his soft but sharp glance… You have the feeling that you can read his soul if you pay a little attention to his eyes.

You start to suddenly become aware of all the little gestures you usually do without even noticing them. You are completely aware of your left fingers gently bouncing on the corner of his right eye to blend the foundation perfectly. You are aware of how naturally he looked up when he saw you were ready to trace a line under his eyelid. You are aware of the smell of his hairs. The way his voice resonate when he was talking. Aware of your fingertips on his cheekbones as you were applying the highlighter powder. Aware of the softness of his skin. You can’t help yourself but notice the “m” shape of his upper lip, it’s like an invitation to let a few kiss there. What is the taste of those beautiful lips?

What’s going on with you? You are never like that, barely concentrate and a little messy with your makeup.

-”Of course, you don’t have to answer me or even listen to me if you think I am so boring…”

-”What? Are you talking to me?” You asked Yoongi.

-”Where were you? I asked you 3 times the same question”

-”I was thinking about you actually. I was wondering if you feel a little better today”. You said in a whisper. It’s a lie, that was not what you were thinking. You were picturing your lips on his…

-”Why do you care?”

His voice was still as calm and beautiful as earlier but the harsh words hurt you.

“Yoongi, are you fucking kidding me?”

“No, I am asking you, why do you care”?

-”First of all I care because you are a human. Second because you are a beautiful human being. Just that should be enough to care. But I have more reasons to care about you Min “not so genius” Yoongi” you told him, lowering your voice so no one can hear your conversation.

“I care about you because you are my boss. I care because you make so many people happy all around the world, I wish you could be happy too”.

You were not mad at him, just a little upset that he is so down that he can’t see how much he deserve happiness.

“Yoongi, when you are ready come join us on the set, take your time, we start shooting in 20 minutes only” you heard Jin said. Yoongi don’t even bother answering his hyung. All the boys left the room, leaving Yoongi and another staff member in the dressing room with you.

“Yoongi, I don’t like to see you sad because it breaks my heart. Would you like to talk? May I help you with something?? Is this all about Felicia and Tae? I know it’s not my business but I would like to help you if you let me”.

At this moment, you see a big tear forming in the inside corner of his eyes. Then, something you never expected to happen, happened. Yoongi closed his eyes, placed both of his hands on your hips and lays his forehead against that little space between your shoulder and your chest. He then said with a low and deep voice:

“It has nothing to do with Felicia. Nothing. Well, at the beginning I was down when she cheated on me, then I was sad because I fell for her again one year after our breakup. I was ready to give her another chance but she chose Tae, again. I can’t even blame her. It was so hard to see them being a happy new couple”.

As he was talking, he let his head there, on your clavicle, hurting you a little bit but there is no way you will tell him. You don’t want him to stop talking.

“I had to change room…. hearring them at night drove me crazy… I switch room with Jin, now he is the one who has to hear them, poor him, he said, laughing”.

You don’t even want to laugh, it’s sad that he had to hear them durind their intimate moments.

“Now, it’s not about her anymore. It’s about me. I know who Suga is. He is a music producer, musician, rapper, songwriter. But I think I have lost Min Yoongi along the way. What does Yoongi loves? What kind of life does he want? Who is he?”

You are not sure how he is gonna react but you close your arms around his shoulders, coming in between his legs to be closer. You lay your cheek on the top of his head and hold him on your arms like that, without talking for a few seconds.

“Yoongi, do you know where my… oh, sorry…. nevermind” Namjoon said from the doorframe. He then start to walk backwards to get out.

You moved back from Yoongi, gave him a big and noisy kiss on his pink cheek and said:

“You have to find it out Yoongi. You have to find it out for yourself”.

You started to do the last steps of his makeup, the finition.

“I guess that being Suga takes a lot of your time, that might be the reason why you feel lost. But I see Yoongi through Suga, he is not that far. He is fighting to see the light as well. Go visit your family, your old friends. I am sure they miss you and they might help you reconnect with yourself”. You told him as you were applying his lipgloss with a brush. As you went a little to far from his natural lip line, the gloss went a little out. With your thumb, you remove it gently from the corner of his lips, conscious that Yoongi his looking straight at your eyes as you are trying to stay focus on your work.

“It’s a good idea. I should do that sometimes, when I have time”.

You remove the clip from his hair and place his forelock.

“You are ready now Min Yoongi. Go and have fun with the boys”.

“Thank you y/n. I don’t know why I was like that, it’s not professional from me”.

“That’s alright boss, I am not traumatised by a few teardrops”, you said, with a gentle smile.

Before he stand up, he add:

“I want to say sorry… I told you you can’t stay silent the other day, I want to explain myself.”

“You were right Yoongi, I talk a lot”

“No, you don’t talk a lot. You are curious and you ask questions, you are always making people talk about themself. You make people feel comfortable on your chair. But you don’t talk as in “talk about you” all the time. You listen to people and entertain the conversations. When you feel they don’t want to talk, you respect that and give them the space they need. You have the capacity to adapt your conversation with the people you work with. I admire this side of your personality”.

“Oh, well, I guess I should thank you then”

“See, you seem comfortable around new people, you arrived here and on your first day at work, you were friend with all my noonas. They can’t stop talking about you “y/n is so talented”, “she is so lovely”, “I want her pretty big eyes”. They talk about you all the time. I heard you made them a meal from your home country yesterday?”

“Of course I did, they keep feeding me with chapsseltteok and Kimchi bokkeum bap. I am about to gain 20 pounds”.

“You see, you make people comfortable around you. They want to be your friend, they want to talk to you. You are attracting them. I would like to be like that”.

“Yoongi, a couple of noona likes me. You have fans all around the world dreaming of you. I think you are more of an attraction than me”.

“That’s the thing y/n. They like Suga and a little part of Yoongi. But they can’t like the whole me…”

“I understand what you mean”

He stand up and started to leave the room.

“Yoongi, would you like to come to my apartment after work today? I might cook for you as well?”

“Don’t flirt with me y/n. I won’t let this happen”.

“This is not what I …. well….”

“It’s alright, I was just saying. Maybe it’s not a good idea if we start to be too close. I tend to lose the girls I get close to. I don’t want to lose my makeup artist now that I found the best one”.

His words are hurting you like a sharp knife but you don’t want him to notice. Is it the rejection that hurts the most? The pain you can read in Yoongi’s eyes? It’s probably a mixture of both.

“Go now Yoongi, have fun with the boys, I stay around if you need my service” you said, collecting yourself to smile at him.

“See you y/n”

As soon as he leaves the room, it’s your turn to let a tear flow.

#bts #bts angst #min yoongi serie #bts scenario #suga serie #suga angst #min yoongi x reader #bts suga x reader #bts suga x you #bts suga fluff

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lemonjoonah · 6 years

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Under Fire - Pt 4

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Title: Under Fire Word Count: 4K Rating: M Genre: Gang AU, Drama Warnings: Violence, Discussion of Depression and Suicide Attempt. Pairings : Hyung Line x Reader (Primarily Namjoon x Reader), very slight OT7 x Reader. Pairings (in this chapter): Suga x Reader, Namjoon x Reader, Jin x Reader.

Summary: As a child you lived among the most wealthy and powerful, after the death of your mother you were shipped off to stay with her sister. Even after finishing your education you continue to live apart from the elite, but a visit home creates an unexpected disaster. You are suddenly roped into a darker world, and who better to be your guide than the infamous gang known as BTS.

Chapter 4 - Shot for Shot

POV (Y/N)

“Hey Spitfire, you ready?”

“Ready for what?” You ask skeptically, taking note of the nickname.

“We’re going for a drive. Come downstairs when you’re ready, don’t be long.” He leaves before you can ask anything else.

You look up at Hope who is tying your hair back.“What’s with the name calling?”

“Suga tends to avoid true names more than the rest of us. Consider yourself lucky, all I got was “Hey You!” for months,” Hope laughs nervously. He gets up and offers his hand to lead you out. Jin is waiting downstairs by the door, offering more pain killers and a sling to keep your arm from moving.

A black SUV pulls up with Suga in the driver’s seat. Jin gives you an anxious look as he aids you with buckling in. They all seemed so apprehensive around Suga, as if the wrong word might set him off. There is silence for a good part of the drive. You aren't sure how to start the conversation, hesitant of seeing his reaction.

“Where are we going?” You ask cautiously hoping for a more definitive answer.

“Shooting Range.”

“You don’t think that I’ll be able to shoot like this, do you?” You ask pointing to your arm.

“You won’t be shooting, that’s my job. I just need you to observe.”

You fall into silence again, still confused regarding the purpose of this trip. “Won’t it be dark soon?”

“Yep.”

You find his lack of conversation nerve racking. What had you just agreed to? You jumped at the change to get out of the apartment not thinking of the consequences

He makes a sudden turn and pulls up to a warehouse. Hopping out of the seat he grabs a long cylindrical bag from the back of the car. “Come on, we’re heading to that field over there,” He points along side the warehouse. “Take these,” a pair of binoculars are thrusted into your hands.

You reach a wooden platform where Suga proceeds to set up his gun. “Do you see the targets down there?” You squint... seeing nothing you shake your head.

He smiles, “Good, now try your binoculars.” They must have night vision, as 3 white targets come into view when you pan over the area.

“I see them now.”

“Those targets are 1400 meters away, keep watching.” Using only a few seconds to line up his rifle, he takes a shot and hits the left target right in the centre. “You’ll find that some of the more notorious gangs have access to a trained sniper. They are extremely effective for taking out threats, as well as keeping a watch on a situation.” He takes another shot and hits the right target once again in the centre.

“Threats come in different forms, it could be someone who means to do immediate harm to the group, or it could be someone who greatly increases the standing of a rival gang. As of this moment, with the wealth you are to inherit, you fall into the second category.” The third shot hit the middle target without fail.

“Now when GOT7 found you they thought that they could use you to their advantage, you are innocent and therefore easy to manipulate...”

You open your mouth to object, but he cuts you off. “Let me finish. What they did not expect was for you to fight back on your own and be able to escape. They underestimated you, something that they will not soon forget, but that also increases your threat level. If they see you as a greater threat than opportunity they won’t hesitate to take you out.” He shoots the three targets in quick succession not missing one. His monotone voice makes his scenario even more chilling.

“You won’t see them coming, but most gangs won’t risk their sniper if the target is guarded, they are too valuable and easy to take down. If you surround yourself with people who can see the danger before you can, you stand a chance. Alone you’re fucked. You wanted transparency, this is what you’re up against.”

You began to shiver in the night air, your anxiety on the rise once again.

“RM put you up to this didn’t he? He sends Hope to be the good cop and you to be the bad.”

“Yes, but that doesn’t make my point any less valid.”

“That’s good, because unfortunately his plan seems to be working.”

He returns the gun to his case after the short demonstration. He looks you dead in the eye for the first time, and makes an unexpected offer, “Come on, let me buy you a drink.” The sigh in his voice suggests that it is merely out of pity but you aren’t about to turn him down.

You head to what he says is one of his favourite bars. It must have been a train station at one point, surrounded by tracks and old cargo containers. Before stepping in he turns to you and pulls your hood up over your head. Making sure that your face is hidden from view.

Directing you to the back corner he goes to the counter and orders two beer. Before making it to your seat you overhear the two of them.

“Hey Suga, who’s the broad?” The barman asks suggestively.

“Broad?!” You turn back around to approach but Suga intercepts you, placing a hand on your back with two bottles in the other. He leads you back in the direction of the booth.

“Okay Firecracker cool it, Han is trying to poke fun at me not you.”

You fiddle with the label on the beer hoping that he will initiate the conversation, but he seems untroubled by the silence. Breaking the ice again you ask him something that has been on your mind since his first shot.

“Where did you learn to shoot like that?”

“Military.” Another one word answer, but then surprises you with a question.

“Where did you learn morse code?”

You laugh, “Hobby of mine, sometimes I throw myself into learning useless skills, helps me to de-stress.”

“I wouldn’t call it a useless skill.”

“No, I guess now it isn’t.” You think of how it saved you life, smirking at absurdity of it.

He raises his beer, “To your father.”

“To your founder,” you reciprocate.

We both took long drafts. “You really had no idea about your father?”

“He always kept me at a distance since my mother passed away. We would meet up for trips but I could tell I was only seeing the surface of my father. I’m sure you know what he’s like, how he keeps to himself, he kept my identity from you for...” You pause not knowing how long he had been apart of BTS.

“Four years.”

The news story on the TV interrupts your conversation. “Breaking news on the Park murder case. It appears that there was another person at the scene during his time of death. His daughter, who was there to celebrate his 60th birthday narrowly escaped with her life. Our sources tell us that (Y/N) Park is currently in hiding for her safety...” You down the rest of your beer trying to distract yourself from the rest of the broadcast but the news anchor keeps going, rehashing details that you didn’t want to think on.

“Come on,” Suga grabs your hand leading you back to the bar to grab a bottle of amber liquid. “Han I’m going to need the bottle, put it on my tab.”

He takes you outside. Your legs already wobbling, he helps in setting you in the doorway of an old boxcar, detached from the rest of the line. Sitting beside you he drinks straight from the bottle and passes it over while continuing to looking straight ahead. It burns upon contact with your throat but you continue to drink more.

“I was one of the best snipers in the military, top of my division. I was pressured to go on so many missions that I quickly became desensitized to killing. I didn’t see humans as people, just targets. I was more than willing to stay on with the military but they discharged me when they realized that they had created a monster. They thought that I might be a liability later on.” You look at him stunned by both the topic of discussion and his willingness to confide in you.

“I was lost without my unit. I needed structure in my life and there was no one who I felt like I could rely on anymore. Your father had found me in the hospital when I reached my lowest point. He said I could join his team, it would be a chance to connect with a small unit of people. His plans gave my life purpose and order again. He saved me from myself. My team means more than anything to me... even if i want to murder them sometimes.”

You smile at his words, remembering that Namjoon had said something very similar about them.

“Please just trust them to make the right decision regarding your safety.”

He is back to the topic of your security, you knew it would loop around at some point, “I don’t like being kept on a leash.”

“Don’t think of it as a leash, but as a pack. We move together.”

You can’t think of a rebuttal, finding your spinning surroundings somewhat distracting.

“Fuck get back!” Suga lifts you up suddenly and presses you further in the boxcar. You grimace in pain as shoulder hits the siding.

“What the...”

“Shhh.” He gently places his palm over your lips, while he listens to footsteps in the distance. “I have to call for extraction.” He whispers, lowering his hand from your face he pulls out his phone. “Jin send someone to the Rail Bar to pick us up, we’re in the boxcar. VIXX just walked into the bar... Yes we’ve had a few, that's besides the point... Oh...” He glances at you worry in his eyes. “Shit she looks fine but I guess that explains why she is such a lightweight.”

You are sure you can hear Jin yelling on the other end.

“Just send JHope and Jimin.” He hangs up the phone.

You peek around the corner with Suga. There’s a group of six standing over by his car. You can’t be sure but you might have heard someone mutter BTS. They slowly meander into the bar, after taking a very long assessment of the SUV.

“We might have to make a run for it if Hope and Jimin don’t make it soon.”

You laugh in his face, your better judgement eluding you. “I can barely stand right now, what was in that drink?”

“Yeah about that, I probably shouldn’t have given you alcohol while on medication.”

You covered your mouth to suppress another laugh, “Oh, Jin is going to be pissed.”

“Tell me about it, but you have to be quiet okay?”

You held a finger to your lips grinning. You can’t decipher the frustration on his face, is it the situation or your odd behaviour. You try to compose yourself, but you can’t help but find the serious expression on his face amusing.

A few minutes later you hear the crunch of gravel beneath tires. A car pulled up to the entrance of the box car, Jimin comes bursting out of the passenger seat and opens the back door. Suga hands you off to Jimin who throws you in the back seat before joining you and shutting the door behind him. Suga hops into the now empty passenger seat.

You muttered a brief ouch before bursting into a fit of giggles. With a lack of filter and sense everything had just become so funny to you.

“Aishh be careful Jimin,” nags Hope.

“She’s fine, see.” He motions towards you as you laugh. “I bet she can’t feel anything right now anyway.”

“Hardly,” you respond

“Eomma is furious.” mutters Hope.

“I am aware,” Suga sighs heavily.

“Who is VIXX?” You ask Jimin.

“Another gang, they are pretty small territory wise, we don’t usually butt heads however you bring an unknown factor to the equation. We should be carefull.”

“What were you thinking Suga.” Hope shakes his head. “She’s being featured on almost every news channel. The whole country will be able to recognize her face by the end of the night.”

The thought of such notoriety made you nauseous, but you push to defend Suga, “Please don’t be mad at him, he was just trying to make me feel better. Not all of us got to be the good cop.”

“You told her?!” Hope shouts tearing his eyes away from the road.

“She figured it out for herself. RM has met his match.”

“Don’t worry he got his point across. That boy sure knows how to handle his weapon,” You snicker.

Suga palms his face shaking his head.

Hope and Jimin look shocked at my joke and Suga’s reaction but they soon crack smiles.

The car is quiet for the rest of the drive you take this opportunity to rest your head on the window hoping that would help alleviate the spinning. Jimin shakes you slightly. “Sorry but you can’t fall asleep, Jin’s orders.”

A few minutes later and you pull into the garage where Jin and RM are waiting.

“Jin could you take (Y/N) inside I need to have a chat with Suga.” Namjoon requests sternly.

You can only assume by his tone that he has a few choice words for Suga. Instead of going with Jin you approach Namjoon. There is a bewildered look on his face as you step up to him. “Whatever you have to say to Suga you can say to me too.”

He is taken aback. “(Y/N), you should really go with Jin, he wants to check your...”

“No you don’t get to play the concerned card right now! Not after what you said to me earlier. Suga noticed I was upset, unlike you, and tried to help me relax. He did nothing wrong.”

Namjoon doesn’t back down, “I am sorry for what I said earlier but I had to get through to you. This isn’t just about you anymore, you need to realize that. Your indifference could put us all in jeopardy. Your father died because you were there. It’s not your fault but it’s the truth. I can’t let that happen again. Now if you’ll excuse us I have to discuss a break in protocol with my team member”

His disclosure and apology stun you. You have been a complete idiot by forgetting that your Father was just as important to them and that your proximity would place them in danger too. Not sure of what to say you look back at Suga who waves you inside, “Go on Wildfire, I need to tell him what happened.

Jin looks so disheveled taking you in. “I’m sorry, I should have told you that you couldn't drink. It never even crossed my mind. The medication I gave you causes alcohol to metabolize faster.”

“I’m fine, just a little tipsy.”

“I can see that.” He helps you stumble across the room.

“How long do I have to stay awake for?”

“Until you sober up a bit.”

“Could we get some fresh air then? If we stay inside I am definitely going to pass out.”

You emerge onto the roof of the townhouse. He sit you down on one of the deck chairs pulling out a stethoscope and blood pressure cuff.

You try not to think on what Namjoon just said, instead focusing on Jin. “I can’t believe that you actually became a doctor, I bet you did it to get all of the girls phone numbers.”

“Well there was one I couldn’t get.” He smiles sadly.

You looked down, regret creeping into your voice. “I’m sorry after I moved away, my father told me not to contact anyone from my past.I should have called. “

“Your father told me that when I first joined. I don’t blame you.”

“With all the attention I’m sure you get, don’t forget you proposed to me first.” I remind him hoping to lift the mood again.

Namjoon chooses this moment to come outside. We both stop talking but I am sure he caught the tail end of my sentence.

“How is she?” Namjoon looks to Jin.

“She is fine.” You respond aggravated, not giving Jin the chance to speak.

Namjoon looks down finally defeated. Why did his despair have to disarm you so quickly. You take this chance to apologize for your assumptions. “I’m sorry about my reaction, I didn’t think of the impact my arrival would have on your team. I know that his death hasn’t been easily on you, and babysitting a wounded displaced girl is not part of the usual job description so thank you.”

Namjoon nods a warm smile coming back to his face. “Your reaction was justified, I just needed you to see the facts.” He takes a seat on one of the lawn chairs across from us.

Jin decides to continue the conversation that Namjoon had interrupted, you can tell that he is trying to lift the mood this time. “How can you even remember that promise?”

“How could I not, don’t tell me you’ve changed your mind.” You laugh. Namjoon looks over with a puzzled look on his face, you decide to explain, “Our parents used to make comments when we children that we should be wed once we came of age. I know my father was always joking but I think Jin’s would have made a contract right then and there.” You smirk and notice Namjoon giving Jin an odd look. “Jin proposed to me when I was 5 years old.”

“Funny he failed to mention it.”

“Must have slipped my mind,” Jin smiles.

“Ouch I’m hurt.” you mock placing a hand over your heart.

“Looks like you are losing your touch Jin how could you forget your engagement.”

“I didn’t forget about her, I just forgot to tell you,” Jin bites back.

“Does that mean you told Jin about our kiss in Busan?” You ask skeptically, hoping for Namjoon to take his turn in the hot seat.

Now it was Jin’s turn to glare at RM. “Huh, and did that slip your mind?”

“No I’m just not one to kiss and tell.”

Jin is fuming.

Namjoon scowls at Jin, “Don’t look at me like that, what would you have done, I needed to show her I had an interest in her, a reason to protect her, rather than telling of my connection to Park. Not saying that I didn’t enjoy it thought.” He mutters the last few words, in your direction. Namjoon gives you a sly smile, coaxing you to whack his arm and Jin to yell.

It was a very surreal moment, watching the two bicker. You never thought that you would see either of them ever again. Death had always taken things away from you, this was the first time you had ever known it to give something back. Your thoughts turned back to my father. The alcohol continues to play with your emotions, causing you tear up again. Namjoon notices first, “Aissh (Y/N) I’m really sorry I didn’t think that you would be that hurt by the kiss.”

“No, no it wasn’t that, I just feel like a terrible person, do you know what my first thought that came to my mind as I watched my father die.” Jin shakes his head surprised at the change of subject, Namjoon casts his eyes down once again. “It wasn’t sadness or anger, I was afraid, afraid that I was now officially alone. If everything became too much at least he was there to call, I always had the option to reach out if needed.” The tears start to flow more freely. Namjoon comes and sits beside you putting an arm around you shoulder and dragging you towards his chest.

“That doesn’t make you terrible, it makes you human,” He whispers.

“When Jimin and Suga told me about why they joined I found their honesty refreshing. For once someone wasn’t trying to protect me from the truth, but instead trusting me with information that they would rather hide.”

“Suga told you about his past?”

You nod, “Why, was that not part of the plan? Don’t worry it still worked as Suga has probably told you.”

“No it wasn’t part of the plan, my plan was exposing you to the truth. Suga just added an unexpected element, surprising since he rarely opens up.”

You recall that Suga spoke of kinship as a necessity in his life, someone as guarded as him found his team to be vital to his survival. You think back to the loney apartment in Busan. Is that truly what you wanted to go back to? You placed a hand on your head rubbing across an emerging pain in your forehead.

“Headache?” asks Jin. “You must be starting to sober up let me get you some water.” Jin walks back into the house.

“RM?”

“Hmm,” he looks right into your eyes.

“I need an honest answer don’t read to much into this but, do you think that the team could ever accept me as something more than someone who needs protection.”

“You are a strong willed, capeable adult, which is more than most of them can boast, so yes. Why, do you want to join?” He laughs.

“I’m serious RM.”

“So am I.” He asks the next question sheepishly, “Why did you stop calling me Namjoon?”

“Jin said that it makes the others uncomfortable.”

“Ah,” His eyes light up in understanding, “Your father would call me Namjoon in private, I would like if you could do the same.”

“Fine but, no more acting, no more games. You are Namjoon with me, not RM.”

“I already threw out my play book.”

You lay back in the lounge chair looking up at the sky.

“You better not be falling asleep.”

“Of course not,” You lie.

Jin came out with the water. “I think I am going to call it a night, didn’t get too much sleep last night. RM keep her awake a couple more hours, and make sure to keep it PG out here JK is still awake.

You blush while Namjoon gives him a rude gesture.

“Night Jin, thank you.”

“Do you want to head inside?’ Namjoon asks.

“Not just yet.”

He lays down beside you on the lawn chair, it’s a tight squeeze but you appreciate his warmth. You lose track of time staring up at the stars. Namjoon wraps his arms around you. His breathing slows but his posture stays rigid and his grip tight as if he is clinging on for dear life. Words start to flow from him without a break, giving you the impression he had been holding on to them, waiting for the right time to show his own grief.

“I’m sorry we didn’t get there sooner, I’m sorry that you had to watch it happen, and I am sorry that you were put in danger. I am going to try my best to explain why your father brought us together and what we do. There is still a document I want to get a hold of to help you understand, I should have it by tomorrow if you can wait until then. This is not a story I tell often so please be patient. ”

He’s confession pains you as it feels riddled with guilt. You nod against his chest, and mutter a quiet thank you.

A/N: Thank you for reading! I have an additional note that I could not fit into the story naturally, but I thought you might find it interesting...

Additional Backstory: While in the military Suga’s missions were given to him in a very specific way, so potential malfeasance could not be traced back to officials. If he was sent the nickname/code name of the target that meant he only needed to observe and report back. If he was given the targets real full name that was an order to kill on site. For Suga true names are a death sentence.

A big thank you to my beta reader @fustigio

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A/N: It’s Jeonghan’s birthday (in other time zones lmao)!!!! I didn’t even realize this update would coincide with his birthday until this morning (n U n’’) but this just makes it more special! Happy birthday to our one and only angel!! <3

Jeonghan X Reader

Summary: Jeonghan is the type of person that can flock swarms of people to him with the blink of an eye and make his word law. There’s perks to that kind of power but you underestimate the effect it has on him.

Genre: Angst, Horror

Warnings: Mild Cursing, Bullying

Word Count: 6513

Words fly with the smallest touch of your fingers. The keyboard below your hands isn’t being given second glances, you’ll fix your errors later, but right now you need to get this rough draft finished. After all, it took you over a week to schedule an interview with the entire baseball team. You breathe a mental sigh of relief that Jin sent you a message he would be running late to the meeting. A few swipes and clicks later, you lean back in your seat and stretch your sore back to look at your finished work. Just as you save your document, the door opens with Jeonghan sliding in. You give him a smile because sooner or later-

“Jeonghan!”

There it is. The first of Jeonghan’s fanclub follows behind him. Yes she’s also part of the journalism club but it’s clear why she wanted to join in the first place. As Jeonghan greets the girl -maybe her name is Eunwoo- another one comes in, and another and another. You have to give Jeonghan some credit. The club will most likely see a drop in members after he graduates and though you certainly won’t miss their distractions as they try to get his attention during your meetings, you’ll miss the light work that’s been given to you since they joined.

By the time Jin runs in, all of the club members are seated (near Jeonghan of course) and he gets straight to business. He goes over the drafts that are supposed to be sent to the editors after the meeting is over and the onslaught of requests from other clubs and events that want to get featured for the next issue. Your eyes instinctively go over to Jeonghan, you’re sure he had something to do with it, again. There is also the topic of the school radio station the club is partnered with.

Jin scrolls through his phone for the next update. “For the next issue, we’re putting the student cabinet-run festival on the front cover.” His gentle eyes scan the room before landing on yours. “Y/N, I want you to cover it with Jeonghan. I already scheduled an interview with the activities director for this Wednesday. It’s a bit short notice but both of you be ready by then.”

You nod enthusiastically, stroking the stud on your lucky ring happily. “Got it Jin!”

From the corner of your eye, you see Jeonghan nod as well.

Jin carries on, ending the meeting like he always does, with a bright smile and horrible dad joke that pans the room in awkward silence. You gather your things, emailing your draft to your assigned editor and walking as close to Jeonghan as you can get with the small circle of men and women that are gathered around him. You would push your way through but from past experience, the idea is scrapped like a flimsy handout. Instead, you wave your arm over their heads to get his attention. Although you’re embarrassed to be sporting a move that would commonly be seen in a kindergarten class, you’re glad to see it worked because he stands from his seat and walks over to you. The posse parts like the red sea for him and if it weren’t for you being in public, you wouldn’t have hesitated to comment on how mesmerizing it is to watch. Then again, Jeonghan always had a way to command the presence of everyone near him. It was a blessing to have him in the club, mostly because with a simple glance, his person of interest will forfeit all information and secrets to him. It’s the greatest weapon the press could have! It also doesn’t kill that he can use all that knowledge for his advantage, you’ve seen that come through many times when working with him.

Jeonghan smiles down at you, a few strands of hair falling into his glistening eyes. “Are you okay with meeting at the library tomorrow to discuss the questions for the interview?”

“That’s not a problem for me. Is one alright?”

“Sounds perfect. Until tomorrow Y/N.”

Waving goodbye, you walk out of the borrowed classroom and get back to your dorm. Luckily, your roommate isn’t there and you relax into your bed to let your eyes rest after hours of staring at your laptop screen. Resting atop your covers and fiddling with your ring, you can’t help but let your mind wander. This won’t be your first time working with Jeonghan as you were partnered with him during your first semester in the club. It was a sort of test, to figure out your strengths and weaknesses and who else to be your judge than him? You groan thinking back to how easily you melted in his hands. Like butter on a hot day. You’re much different now though. While Jeonghan had remained as charismatic and handsome as when you first saw him, you’ve matured a lot since then. For one, you don’t gawk at him as if he was a buffet like the others. Second, you respect him as a colleague and fellow reporter. Nothing else.

You eyelids begin to droop, sleep catching up with you like a long awaited reunion. The last thing you remember is the surprise on his face when you personally renounced your obsession with him.

….

The adrenaline from an hour ago has completely been rinsed out of your system. Wendy, the student cabinet’s activities director, had met with Jeonghan and you earlier that day during dead hour for the interview. Everything had gone along splendidly, the questions you had written on notecards being flipped thoroughly, Jeonghan squeezing out every bit of useful information with a bat of his eye, and Wendy mentioning a special treat for the end of the carnival being the cherry on top. That is until Eunwoo appeared out of thin air and dragged Jeonghan away. The charm that he was using on your interviewee faded faster than the speed of light and all talk of that special treat disappeared with it. You tried to coerce Wendy, you really did, but things went….well sour. You promised that the information wouldn’t be on the cover, something you immediately regretted saying, but Wendy had agreed. Then, like the fool you are, you set your notecards down only for them to fly around and right as you reached to grab one, Wendy leaned in to do the same and the stud on your finger cuts her cheek as well as gets caught in her hair. Jeonghan had slipped past Eunwoo right on time to watch the disaster and was able to help. The only bright side to it was Wendy saying she would email said surprise later that day. You didn’t think she would stay true to her word given she wouldn’t look either of you, keeping her teary gaze to the floor. You grimace thinking back to her red cheek and the few strands of hair you had to rip out of your ring.

As promised, Wendy sent you an email later that day. You couldn’t sustain your shock when you read it which is why you were glad that you were in the security of your own dorm to squeal loudly. Somehow, she and her team had managed to hire a kpop artist to perform for the festival. Could the student cabinet have such a large enough budget to put together a carnival and a concert? You shake your head at the thought. That’ll be something to solve for the next issue.

You had forwarded it straight to Jeonghan which now led to him sitting at your roommate’s desk typing away on his laptop. He has class in thirty minutes in the building by your dormitories so you invited him over to your room for a last minute brainstorm.

“Okay,” you start. “Now that we know the big surprise, how are we going to use this for the newspaper without it being an official statement?”

Jeonghan hums, his finger tapping absentmindedly on the wooden desk. “It’s difficult but very possible, although we can’t put it directly on the cover since that’ll be the first place she and her team would look.”

Wendy’s email glares back at you, smirking at your frustration. “Maybe we should get Jin’s input.”

“Y/N don’t you dare touch your phone,” Jeonghan warns. “We were assigned to write the cover and we’ll write the cover.” You turn in your seat to look at him, his warm eyes filled with determination and….something more. “We got this.”

His words encourage a small smile from you. “Yeah, you’re right Jeonghan. We’ve worked through all our other slumps so this one shouldn’t be any different.”

Swiveling back in your seat, you close the tab with Wendy’s email and start typing down all the other information you gathered for your interview. The soft clacking of your keyboard is interrupted by Jeonghan calling your name.

“You know, any other person that had me alone in their room wouldn’t be working right now. I never imagined you were telling the truth about getting over me.”

Without breaking contact with the screen, you respond, “The almighty truth.”

Jeonghan is silent for a moment, then, “Your lack of attention is intriguing to say the least.”

“Don’t hold yourself at such a high pedestal, Jeonghan. And to be clear, I got over my crush on you which has nothing to do with our work. So stop slacking and help me write this cover before you get to class.”

The sound of him typing slowly fills the room, but it’s hesitant, as if he’s juggling multiple things at once. “What are you doing in two hours?”

His question puts a dent into your typing. Pondering for a split second, you give him a quick response and get back to the draft on the screen. “Probably getting early dinner at the cafeteria before my night class.”

“Great, I’ll join you.”

You can’t even tell him no because he closes his laptop shut and heads to the door. “I’ll see you in a few hours Y/N.”

Staring at the closed door, the scene replays over and over in your head. That’s certainly never happened before. Shivers run along your arms and raise goosebumps as it plays through your mind one more time. Certainly he was joking? Why would Jeonghan even want to spend more time with you than necessary? Time flies by with you mulling this over more than you should. It feels like only five minutes have passed by but when you glance at your phone, you jump to your feet in order to get to the cafeteria at your usual time. He’s just joking with you. He teases all the time and only says things to get his way and that was just an attempt to distract you so that he could take credit for whatever plan he has to make the surprise appear on the paper.

You curse at yourself. That’s exactly what happened. Dinner is just an excuse so he can shove his idea in your face. After angrily grabbing a sandwich and smoothie, you take a seat at a booth in the cafeteria. He should be here soon.

Right on cue, you see him walk through the doors, an impeccable glow surrounding him as he scans the sea of people for you. The ring on your finger grows hot suddenly and you play with it to calm yourself. Finally, Jeonghan spots you and the seat in front of you is filled by him. You expect him to set his things down and grab something to eat, like any other normal person, but he simply sits there, staring at you with a smile. Caught off guard, you stutter out a greeting. As he greets you back, you take a bite of your sandwich, hoping he says something to break the silence. Where’s one of his fans when you need one?

“Aren’t you getting anything to eat?”

Jeonghan shakes his head. “I’m fine just watching you.”

The piece in your mouth passes dryly down your throat. Coughing, you quickly take sips of your smoothie to help you. A blush spreads on your cheeks as you notice other students stare at you. More embarrassment washes over you however when Jeonghan reaches over to brush a stray hair from your face.

“Are you okay?”

You lean away from his touch, pushing down the urgent need to swat his hand away. Sitting alone with him gathers enough attention already, you don’t need to make things worse for yourself by touching him.

��I’m fine, but I should get going to my class.”

You get up from your seat, packing your sandwich and slinging your back over your shoulder but stop once Jeonghan does the same. “I’ll walk you there.”

“You don’t have to,” you protest. “My class is just around the corner.”

He grins at you, a gesture that would have made anyone swoon but has your stomach churning in the most unsettling way. “Then it won’t take long. We can talk about the cover if you like.”

There’s nothing else to do but concede. The walk to your classroom troubles you. Based on what you already know about him, Jeonghan prefers to either be surrounded by mass amounts of people, or be by himself. Why would he do neither and be with you? Not to mention the fact that he’s pulling moves he would usually use on those to get his way. Is there something you have that he wants?

….

A ping resounds in your dorm. You groan, rolling over in your bed knowing exactly what your phone was notifying you about. The week that had passed since your interview with Wendy was stretched into what felt like years. Jeonghan had been a pain in your ass for the entirety of that week, spending all his free time with you, even if it meant leaving the fangirls that were at his side. Your skin crawls at the thought of the pairs of eyes that glared at you, wishing you a silent death, and you draw the blanket around you even tighter. You wouldn’t mind Jeonghan’s company so much if it were more professional than it currently was. Him asking you about your childhood, your past relationships, and other information that shouldn’t be asked if you were working on an article together and nothing more. Maybe if you were your freshman self, Jeonghan’s attention wouldn’t be so bad, you might have just died from his first smile, but now, it’s the last thing you want.

Another ping. Exasperation rumbles at the pit of your stomach as you give in and swipe your phone off your desk. Yet, your brows raise in surprise when the text Jeonghan sent you isn’t about either of you at all, it’s about the festival. You pounce to your feet, the energy that was drained from you returning at exhilarating speed and slip on your shoes.

The door to the study room Jeonghan had reserved comes into view. You stroke the stud on your ring before opening the door, willing yourself to make the next move.

“You’re finally here Y/N,” Jeonghan says quickly looking up to meet your eyes then looking back down to his laptop. “Quick, close the door.”

You do as he says and take a hesitant seat across from him, taking out your own laptop and opening your shared document. “So what’s your idea?”

Jeonghan straightens up in his seat and turns his laptop around to face you. “We can’t put it on the paper right? Well, Wendy never said anything about the school radio station.”

A smirk rises on your lips as you catch on. He really is a genius. “I’ll send an email to Jin now, tell him about the surprise and have him send it to Mark at the station. Of course we’ll have Mark do a shoutout for the next issue. That’ll boost our- What are you doing?”

Jeonghan had made his way around the table, his slim arm holding him against your chair while the other is firmly planted on the table. He gives you a blank stare. “What do you mean?”

Shaking your head, you go back to what you were saying. What were you saying? “Oh, um, nevermind.” The room becomes colder in those few seconds, and you think it might just be the ventilation but the hairs that stick up along your arm tell you different. It’s ridiculous though. “Like I was saying,” you continue, ignoring how he’s caging you in your seat, “Mark broadcasting the newspaper will give us bigger numbers-”

Jolts of electricity spike up your spine as you feel fingers slowly pet your head. You blink, waiting to wake up, but this is all too real. Jeonghan sighs through his nose as he starts to comb through your hair, every tangle that he comes across only letting him savor the moment. You can hear the creak of your chair as he removes his hand, now using both of them to play with the strands on your head. The walls of the room seem to close in on you, locking you in place with him. It has your heart pounding rapidly against your chest, much like a rabbit seconds away from being devoured by a predator. How is it that Jeonghan has made this simple, even tender, action into a thing of horror?

He twirls some strands onto his finger. “It’s a wonderful thing, this silence. No one demanding my attention or shouting to have me listen and cater to them. I used to think that I would never find peace since I gravitate things I don’t want.” You flinch hearing his dry laugh, the movement of his hands becoming more fervent. “Now the one thing that ignores me is the thing I want the most.”

You close your eyes and clench your jaw, the cold sweat of your back making your shirt stick to you. “P-Please stop touching me Jeonghan.” The tremble in your voice has you wince but it has him pause. Without a word, he removes his hands from your hair slowly, so goddamn slow that you stop breathing. The second you’re free, you’re gasping for air, pushing yourself from your chair and clutching your laptop to your chest. Jeonghan still hasn’t moved but you take that as an advantage and head to the door. Your feet carry you fast but Jeonghan is faster, slamming a hand to the door and forcing it closed.

“Where are you going? Wait for me to get my bag.” His smile freezes your limbs in place. It’s only when your arm falls limp by your side that he turns back to the table in the center of the room. When he comes back, he opens the door for you, urging you out with yet another smile, but that only feels like he’s insisting you walk up to a guillotine. “Let’s go back to your dorm.”

Even though his words send chills down your spine, you force yourself to move forward. It relaxes you that Jeonghan doesn’t touch you on the way back but it also keep your on your toes, waiting anxiously for him to even brush shoulders with you. He doesn’t to say the least, and by the time you’re in front of your dormitories, every muscle in your body is tense with the urge to have you running as far away from him.

“Good night Y/N.”

Your back to him, you nod, almost to yourself, and walk in, nearly collapsing of relief as soon as the doors close behind you.

….

Jin isn’t happy when you send him the email two days later. He had tried calling and texting you for those two days, already irritated that your draft hadn’t made it to him. You couldn’t give him an explanation when he asked why you took so long. Frankly, you were shell-shocked those two days after what happened in the study room. At night, you swear you could still feel Jeonghan’s fingers curling into your hair and it made it difficult to stay focused. On the bright side, you don’t have to worry about the cover any longer which also means Jeonghan shouldn’t have a reason to want to meet up with you anymore. You shiver thinking back to that day. You don’t know what it was about him that made you want to roll into a ball yet at the same time has your ready to fight for your life. It’s scary, he’s scary.

Rubbing your eyes, you focus on anyone- anything else. Jeonghan isn’t what you want to think about after your afternoon lecture. It’s bad enough you missed a majority of the notes you were supposed to take because you were distracted by thoughts of him, but you can’t let him ruin the rest of your day, not when midterms are right around the corner.

You pop in your headphones, hoping the melodies that pour into your ears are enough to get you back on track. The swarms of people around you leaving their own classes helps ease you and you find yourself stepping in time to your music. Next thing you know, a hand is waved in front of your face, nearly causing you scream. You turn to face the culprit but are paralyzed when the familiar pair of eyes lock in on you.

Jeonghan pulls out an earbud and chuckles. “You walked right past me, did you know that?”

It takes enough effort to lift a car, but you look away from him, immediately sensing an icy wind at your side. You press on, doing your best to hide your sweaty palms in the pockets of your coat. Why hasn’t anyone jumped in to steal him away yet? Take him, someone, anyone!

“Jeonghan!”

Thank fucking god.

“I’m with Y/N right now Eunwoo.” The response is so quick, you almost stop to make sure you heard him right.

“But Jeonghan-”

“Don’t ever talk to me again Eunwoo. And go ahead and spread that around. I only want to talk to Y/N.”

Panic floods your system. What did he just say? Stopping dead in your tracks, you arch your neck to him, eyes wide and pleading for an explanation given your throat has dried. He doesn’t even look at you, his gaze focused intently at the gaping Eunwoo. She goes back and forth between the two of you, a small crowd of students beginning to form around you, until she frowns and turns on her heel. Jeonghan waves a dismissive hand in the air, the students dispersing at his command. You can’t begin to wrap your head around this, only scoffing at him and following the same path you usually take to your dorm. The hair on your arms stand on edge, itching for you to start something.

“Where are you going?”

It’s as if he didn’t say anything. All you want to do is get back to your room, open up Netflix, and forget that any of this ever happened. Just push it all down. Don’t start anything out here in the open.

“Y/N stop ignoring me,” Jeonghan giggles.

Stop saying my name.

“Y/N, answer me.”

Stop! “Jeonghan.” His name is said as calmly as you can. “Why are you doing this? Just leave me alone.”

The dejection is crystal clear in his eyes. “But I want to talk to you, hear your voice, walk with you. There’s no one else like you.” He takes a quick breath, drawing it out and staring deeply into you. You can’t help but recoil, sharply turning your head away from him. “I want to be with you.”

His words pierce your heart, each syllable stabbing you and letting you bleed open. What would it take to make this all go away, to make things go back to the way they were? “Jeonghan, I don’t feel the same.” Saying it out loud only feels like sandpaper rubbing against your tongue. His silence only worsens it, rubbing the rough surface against every inch of your skin. When you look back at him, your legs go weak. The raw power from his eyes almost has you fall to your knees and if it weren’t for the tears brimming behind them, you would have began begging for forgiveness.

“Jeonghan, d-don’t make this harder than it needs to be. I’ll see you at the next meeting.” The last word is strained but it does the trick of helping you finish. Jeonghan’s red eyes are cast down and the freedom that comes with it is overbearing. Comforting him would only lead to false hope, so you walk into your dormitory, hands shaking at the thought of Jeonghan crying.

….

To your surprise, your roommate is the one that wakes you up. With your alarm being the only thing that draws you from your slumber, having a pillow being thrown at your face does the trick of keeping you wide awake. You barely have time to blink before they slam the door -loudly- and leave you in the mild darkness of your room. As strange as that interaction was, you don’t have time to properly process it until you’re brushing your teeth in the bathroom shared by everyone else on your floor. However, you don’t have time to shuffle the thought around because the person besides you spits out their mouthwash on your shoulder.

“What the fuck?” you shout.

They roll their eyes at you and walk away, leaving you stunned and grossed out. Muttering a curse under your breath, you go back to your room and take off your wet pajamas. You dry yourself off and go on trying to get ready for your morning lab.

Walking to your class had never been more ominous. It might just be you, but all your peers are suspiciously distant from you, almost as if you were in a bubble that kept them from getting close to you. That bubble must be making you invisible as well since none of them give you the slightest hint of acknowledgement. When you walk into your classroom, you’re taken aback from the wave of students that stop everything they’re doing to stare at you. Heat flares your cheeks as you walk to your seat in uncomfortable silence. The professor still hasn’t arrived so you take out your phone to drown out the eyes digging into your skin. It’s unbearable however, having to put up with everyone focused on you that even your scrolling becomes mindless. Why are they all acting so strange? Usually, they would be chatting, finishing up the homework that’s due, or simply minding their own business. Why is everyone fixated on you like you’re an exhibit at a zoo?

Luckily, the professor walks in on the dot, jerking everyone’s attention from you to him. You wish that everything would go back to normal after that, but the lingering stares and soft murmurs that continue throughout the period is a hard blow to your stomach. Whatever it is that’s causing everyone to act weird around you isn’t going to be a passing fad, it’s going to last for quite a while.

Class couldn’t end sooner, and the second your professor dismisses you, you bolt towards the door. Your next class won’t be for another hour so you can remain in the safety of your dorm until then. The sound of your feet hitting the ground becomes all too loud despite the other students walking around, so loud it’s borderline deafening. Your heart is pumping incredibly fast and the only thing that breaks your concentration is the vibration of your phone.

Call me asap!, is the text that blares at you from the screen. Your thumb hovers over the text from Jin, hesitating to press it and open your phone. Instead, the rumbling of your stomach stops you altogether. You should probably get some breakfast. Taking a look around you, your shoulders drop at the pairs of eyes that remain latched onto you. Your food is going to have to be to go.

To your relief, the silence doesn’t carry over to the cafeteria although you could do without the stares. Nevertheless, you get in line to grab some pancakes and eggs, thankful that the line isn’t as long as it usually is. With your food boxed, you hurry to the exit so you can get back to your bed and call Jin.

A cold liquid has your back arch, your food almost being dropped as it hits you. You turn around, anger burning in your throat as you raise your stained sleeve. Is that orange juice? Eunwoo glares at you, the empty cup in her hand being dangled at the tip of her fingers.

“Oops.”

Oops my ass. “What the hell Eunwoo? Why did you do that?”

An eyebrow is raised at you and she sneers at you. “It’s what you deserve.”

You scoff at her, ready to throw a comeback but you’re stopped dead in your tracks when eggs splatter over your chest. Shocked, you take a step back, the anger inside of you breaking away into fear. The cold of the orange juice and the heat of the eggs cause you to tremble. Yet, as you begin to look around the cafeteria, it should be the least of your problems. All about the cafeteria, students are getting up from their seats and walking to you, plates held firmly in their hands. The glow of the lights above dim as you become surrounded by the dark faces. Another step back. There’s no chatter, only the breaking pressure of their stares that has you wanting to huddle into yourself and pray that they would go away. One more step. You gasp feeling someone behind you. Before you even have time to react, you’re pushed to the ground, your shoulder breaking your fall. You try to get back on your feet, to break through them and run from here, but you’re further thrust into the floor by the food that is thrown at you. Using your arms to cover your face, you draw your knees to your chest and cringe whenever the sting of the food slaps you. It’s hard to keep the tears hidden, few straying and rolling down your cheeks as the food pummels on. Your ears pick up small words, shouts of curses and horrible names aimed directly at you. Then, it stops. Still curled on the dirty floor, you wait until the footsteps cease to lift your head.

Your arms make squelching noises as they move, dribbles of syrup and milk raining down from your shirt as you attempt to get up as smoothly as you can. The floor is a sticky mess and it’s a wonder why you don’t slip back down into the mush. The tears have dried and you stand there, trying to collect yourself from what had just happened. The school is against you now, students purposefully tormenting you and staff doing nothing about it. You sniffle as the reality hits you and a piece of bacon slides down your hair unflatteringly. This is the stuff of movies, dramas, something on a script. Why on earth is it happening to you? Slowly, you make your way out of the cafeteria, your breakfast a part of the heap mounted on the floor, bits of which are dragged out by you as they drip off of you. Who even has the power to command the entire campus, to deem it okay for one person’s life to be made into shambles? Your hand twitches as a single name pops into your head. It has to be him. Who else has a motif and the brain power to put this all together?

Fishing your phone out of your pocket, you breathe a sigh of relief that a slippery screen is all the damage that was done to it. You dial Jin, the only other person who can make a change happen in the school with a single word. He has the power to expose Jeonghan, to put out the horrible things he’s doing to you and have everyone know. He has to help! “Jin,” you croak, “I really need to talk to you. You see, Jeonghan, he-”

“It’s about time you called!” he interrupts. “Listen, this isn’t personal Y/N.”

“W-What do you mean Jin?” you stutter.

He sighs, all blood draining from your face. “Wendy texted me last night, said you assaulted her to get a big scoop for the cover.”

You scoff. “W-What? No, no! That’s a misunderstanding I swear! My ring just got caught-”

“Y/N,” Jin says softly. “I’m sorry but misunderstanding or not, this is bad for the club, I’m sure you understand that. I didn’t want to do this, but our advisor wouldn’t take no for an answer. You’re dropped from the club Y/N.”

You can hear your heart shatter in your chest. A strangled gasp escapes your lips as your eyes water. “But Jin-”

“I’m sorry but it’s final. It was good while it lasted.”

“Jin, wait-”

Click.

The tears finally break free hearing him hang up. That’s really it. It’s over. Gripping your phone tightly in your hand, you keep walking through the campus, the sickeningly sweet smell of syrup wafting up your nose with every step. Your chest is cold with the food that still clings on and you’re positive half the sniffles you let out are due to a cold coming on because of it. You don’t even realize you’re back in your dorm until the door shuts behind you. You want to bawl, curl into a ball in your bed but you need to get clean first. You’re cautious when you shower, taking your time to wash off the crumbs and liquids that seeped through your clothes and onto your skin. The ring on your finger has never felt more dull during that time. So much for good luck. Wrapping a towel over your body, you slip off your ring and give it a final look. It glints sadly at you, the stud asking for forgiveness but you don’t give it a second look as you chuck it into the trash where the clothes you were wearing before are piled up.

You slip into some sweats and a comfy jacket, ready to bury yourself into your covers and take your mind off the fact that you’re missing class. That’s a problem for another time. Suddenly, your door is opened and you meet the vengeful eyes of your roommate. Panic wells up inside of you, urging you to get your phone and run out before things get worse. You don’t think about it for a second time, barreling out of the room and walking out into campus. Letting out a careful breath, you look around you and steer away from any other people that are in your way.

Before you know it, you’re walking off campus, unsure of where you’re going but as long as it gives you peace, then you’re all for it. However, the sky begins to darken and the thick smell of rain enters your nose. You mutter a “Fuck” below your breath at not bringing an umbrella with you but don’t stop. The sidewalk in front of you spots with small dark circles, eventually becoming a dark gray as the rain becomes stronger. Your sweater absorbs every drop, weighing down on your shoulders as it gets heavier and sinks down on you. There’s no use putting up the hood, not when all it’s going to do is soak your hair. Frustrated, you storm down the street faster. While you have no destination, the anger you have inside keeps you moving. This is all because of Jeonghan. He did this to you and he’s doing this all on purpose, all because you said no to him. You clench your fists in your pockets, forcing the steam that rises in your chest to settle back down.

The skirting of a car has you look over your shoulder warily. A dark black car up along your sidewalk, the window rolling down to reveal the last face you want to see.

“Go away Jeonghan,” you bark. “You’ve done enough so leave me alone.”

The car continues driving up at your pace. “I didn’t have anything to do with what happened in the cafeteria Y/N. Trust me, as soon as I found out I did everything I could to find you. Now get inside before you get sick.”

A cold smile twists on your blue lips. “Yeah right, and why should I believe you of all people?”

“Because the most important thing to me is you Y/N. I wasn’t lying when I said I want to be with you.” His words come out quickly, no hesitance in them whatsoever and it has you stop to reconsider. The rain is pounding on you at this point, soaking you completely through that you can feel all hair on your body stick to you. Against all odds, it would be nice to get inside a dry, warm car. You mentally groan at yourself for opening the door. If Jeonghan really cares about you, he might drop you off back to campus and wake you up from this nightmare.

The heat of the car instantly has you relaxing into the seat. Jeonghan rolls the window up and blasts more air to help dry you off. So far so good. “Just take me back to campus Jeonghan, please.”

The car picks up, the doors locking when you put on our seatbelt. It has you jolting but you shake it off as Jeonghan drives back the way you came. The buildings of your campus come into view and you prepare for the car to slow down. Only, it doesn’t. If anything, he drives faster, zooming past the campus grounds and around the next corner.

“Jeonghan, what the fuck? You drove past the school!”

The only response he gives is a quiet, “I know.”

Your eyes widen and there’s a second’s pause before your hand flies to the door. The slickness of your clothing is the only sound in the vehicle besides the rumble of the engine as the speed picks up, your breath coming out in rapid puffs.

“Jeonghan stop this car right now!” He says nothing, only steers the car past a red light, others honking at him but he doesn’t seem to care. “Jeonghan!” you scream.

Your body lunges to the right, slamming into the door as he makes a sharp turn. The stinging coming from your head has you hiss in pain but Jeonghan doesn’t give notice to you at all. Not until-

“You’re not going anywhere Y/N. It took a lot to get this far and now I’m not turning back. After all,” he glances at you from the corner of his eye causing you to freeze in place, “there’s no one else like you.”

#seventeen #seventeen angst #jeonghan #jeonghan scenario #jeonghan angst #october special #it's hard writing angst when your playlist is full of ballads

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taeguboi · 6 years

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BTS as... Punks

So hahahahaha idk why it posted my extremely incomplete draft earlier (bug with the app?) So consider that now deleted post as a preview hahaha

Requested: “BTS as Punks please!”

activist

anything that's for a good cause

he's behind it

probably makes his own charity

for something close to his heart

and puts on punk events a few times a week

music

poetry

all kinds of food stalls

suitable for everyone’s dietary needs

the occasional street protest

quite laid back though

but the things he has done have had a huge impact on people’s lives

he feeds the poor at his music events

he takes in donations from people to aid the homeless

basically against those unfair imbalances you get in society

he wants to be in a punk band

but at the same time it isn’t really for him

so sometimes he just grabs a guitar

and busks with improvised lyrics

things that are on his mind

things about the world at present

and the things the talks and posts about to people inspire writers of bands

kind of like a journalist

he knows everyone on the local punk scne

he’s been involved ever since he was a kid

smokes a fair amount like

“cool mate, cool beans... right, I’m just off out for a fag”

not many piercings as you might expect

like mostly his ears

and a few intimate areas...

always has colourful punk hair

probably a low key mohawk

several meaningful tattoos

because his family is everything

so is this one person in his life

some drunken tattoos also hahaha

couple of face tatts

always a gentleman to girls

if there’s a creep on the scene

just tell him

that guy will be exposed

and gone for good from this local punk scene

and beyond as far as his contacts can take him

he just wants a safe scene

will fend for anyone though really

has a local watering hole

go down to that pub on any afternoon

and there’s 90% chance he is there

mostly just for the people

maybe buys only 2 drinks the whole time usually

but if he gets drunk

get your notepad and pen

he’s gonna throw 196489 contacts your way

so if your band are ever in need of a gig

you know who to call

Jin

at first, doing punk music is merely a hobby

but then it turns into something more

his pleasure in busking turns into a passion

a dream to make it with a band

so he gets together the best people he knows

and they fucking rock

no one can say a bad thing about Jin’s punk band

they rehearsed diligently for so long

so they sound so tight

he rocks the denim jacket

with all the patches

some badges too

a ton of badges are on his bag though instead

and stickers on his guitar case

a fan of every band he performs with

his guitar case is choc a bloc with local band stickers

so he doesn’t have a mohawk

but his bangs progressively get messier

occasionally he dyes them [example, like V’s green bangs in hyyh era]

he changes loads in little ways

like you leave school and he’s this ‘ordinary’ lad

but then you bump into him like 7 years later

and wtf he’s stunning

like his aura changed

you thought maybe he’d go into like a business job

but he’s rocking the stage most nights a week

you can’t help but go support him more

and maybe something happens from there but that can be a story for another time

and so maybe he doesn’t get BIG with this band

but he earns a sustainable income

and that’s more than good enough

life is good

music, booze and girls

no drugs tho

wise in that sense, contrary to some punk stereotypes

kind of fluffy actually

some say he’s a poser

but he just likes to look good

and is aware how certain rougher looks just really don’t suit him

so that’s all there is to that

actually that’s all there is to this

the end :P

Suga

probably a performer too

maybe more into the dub / ska kind of genre

full of stage presence and hype

when he has a message

he fucking gets it across

because he’s so assertive

as well as those catchy melodies

just messy af hair

doesn’t care for it to be any particular length or style

just keep it natural

in fact, fuck visuals

no dress sense whatsoever

like he has a green shirt on with pink jeans and yellow converse

sound is all that matters

so what else?

solitary

like he could be backed up by a band

but fuck that

if he has the equipment that can do it all then why not?

it’s easier to work alone

so he supports like 876 charity events

and has a big share of festivals

headline material

especially at the proper hippie festivals

great for people high af

great for drunkards

great for sober peeps too

you get it, great for everyone

apart from perhaps kids

cos swearing

sometimes you need that bit of aggression in lyrics, right?

he’s not as aggressive as he might seem on stage

but something is pent up in there

and he is one rough boy

actually, a lot like badboy!suga

can handle anything

but can you handle him?

J-Hope

idk why I always imagine him as a skater

but here we go

in a skate punk band

bass player

can also do drums tho

backwards caps for life

that one band member you think is shy af

cos he seems so quiet

but the moment you say ‘hey’ and congratulate him on a good show

he can talk your ear off for hours

again no drugs

but plenty of beer

cos getting drunk is funnier

the world is a more enjoyable place with skate punk and alcohol

seriously it really is, take that from me hahah

graffiti projects

either for promotion

or to help like restless kids as a distraction or something

let’s just say that’s something he can relate to

may or may not be how he got into this whole skate punk stuff

so yeah will take any charity gig

doesn’t mind if venues pay him in beer

he would have spent the dollar on that anyways

all about living it up with his mates

bros before hoes

has a side band that’s like party punk

any excuse to get bros together

for a good old knees up

only bands of his close friends get played in the car

girls are quite interested in him

but lmao he’s having none of it

he just wants to embrace life

don’t need anything more than mates and family

but he writes really cool songs on the topic of love

you know without being too soppy with it being punk and all

but it’s fucking amazing

but no one knows where he gets the ideas from

no one knows where he gets his energy from either

will jump off everything and anything

on certain days, he’ll climb everything and anything too

just a fun loving cool punk

Jimin

more or less that one guy you see everywhere on the scene

he’s not in a band

doesn’t really do his own music

but he’s a fan of his scene

every weekend, he’s somewhere to see punk music

be it the local pub for one of his faves

or a town centre for a punk charity thing

or even miles away to see someone he knows getting bigger

leather

with a few patches

piercings

all the ear piercings you could imagine

lips and tongue

used to have an eyebrow one

but decided he looked too generic

or like a chav

something or other

he knows he doesn’t have the most original look

but he can’t stand being too similar to someone else

if anyone in this room tonight is wearing a leather jacket and completely black clothing

he might just tear it off himself and / or burn it

abs and tatts are a good look anyone so doesn’t matter

probably works out to punk music

high school drop out

because he started to realize how useless it is

so he’s generally clever where it’s more relevant in life

saves money well

good paying job

can fund his love for punk basically

and each and every band he supports fully appreciates it

I’m sorry guys I swear there isn’t a not fluffy Jimin gif for me to use hahaha

so yeah I’m sorry if this turns out too similar to

badboy!V

because I literally made him a punk in that hc

I’m thinking he’s a lead singer of a punk band

that raspy voice works to his advantage

capable of hardcore punk genres

but prefers and sticks to a more rock n roll kind of punk

long hair

whatever colour he feels like this month

piercings galore

tatts galore

will put a needle anywhere on his body

lives on the edge

lives in the moment

yolo

arrests

protests

he’s done it all

cos fuck the law man

if something about society bothers him

he will speak up

fearless boy

will get his band a gig anywhere in the country

he has things he needs to say

thoughts to spread

only uses social media for punk

his profile is just of gig pictures of his own and sharing events

not your typical singer

kind of writes everything

the band just copy / pick up what he shows them

busks alone sometimes too

may or may not make extra dollar from sneaky acoustic gigs

but it’s not out of selfishness, no

he will always have a goal in mind

and good intentions

like he wants to band to afford professional recordings

or he wants to set up and event

that kind of thing

pay attention

to the things he talks about in his music

you’ll learn a lot

Jungkook

drummer

just needs to hit something

so as long as it isn’t people then great

basically the world screwed him over in some way at some point

and it made him rethink his views about the world

for ages it was restless frustration about it all

but then he discovered punk

the day he discovered his local scene

he wrote random poetry for days

the words had flow to them

but they were unconventional

and then a mate sees it

and he’s like “dude this is sick”

and a band is formed

likes a bit of everything

has friends he can go to the skate park with

has mates to mosh with at hardcore gigs

has friends he can chill with for ska

quite a late learner with the drums

but he must have a natural talent for it

because he becomes amazing in just under 2 years

can do any genre of punk

everyone wants him in their new projects

he’s the guy everyone needs if their guy quits

you know, the demand for Jungkook’s drumming is insance

fortunately he’s wise enough to just stick with the first 3 bands

cos like I say not only does he drum for them

but his creative input for lyrics is huge

just sit him down, give him a topic and bam

he’s just written you a verse and chorus

what else?

50% backwards caps

25% forwards cap

25% lost his cap

somewhat forgetful in areas other than drumming

maybe a bit of a stoner like

“oh yeah man! I forgot about that!

the way his cap is on does often depend on level of alcohol in his blood

forwards for business

backwards for sloshed party animal

breaks a lot of drum sticks by accident

breaks a few hearts by accident welp

I guess girls and guys just notice the muscle

which he never hides well

cos of course as a drummer, you’re gonna wear a vest really

yeah, that’s pretty much it

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jikook-kills-me · 7 years

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Love is a Game we Play (Jikook-fanfic)

Chapter 3

A week later Jimin found himself sitting in a chair getting his makeup done. It would be his first shoot of the series of shoot he had to do for the clothing line HAZE and to say he was nervous would be an understatement. Jimin was neither camera shy nor was feeling jittery because of the impending shoot. No he was scared of running into Jeon Jungkook. He was not ready to face him yet. He knew when he signed the contract Kim Namjoon drafted that morning a week back that he would have to face him the person who ruined him, the person who took away his everything, the person he loved with all his heart sooner or later since he was working for the company Jungkook owns but he would rather choose the latter. The fact that he successfully made it out of the office without running in Jungkook was astounding but who was he to complain, he definitely wasn’t looking forward to meeting him let alone this soon. He would rather meet Jungkook on his own terms and when he was physically and mentally ready which he was not in the present.

Jimin was startled by someone literally shouting his name right by his hair and he jumped. Thank god there was no pencil or any makeup related item near him otherwise Kim Taehyung would be regretting the day he was born.

“Kim Taehyung!!” Jimin smacked Taehyung-who was laughing his ass off-on the head.

“Yah! What was that for?” He asked rubbing the back of his head which Jimin was sure didn’t hurt that much. “For almost ruining my face.”

“In my defense I did call you like 5 times. It’s not my fault you were so busy day dreaming.” Taehyung said while sitting at the counter in front of Jimin.

“I was not day dreaming. I was thinking.”

“Same difference. What about though?” Taehyung said examining makeup brushes.

“Just the shoot and running into you know who.” Jimin said pushing his bangs back.

“Well then you have one less thing to worry about. Just focus on the shoot Jae.” Taehyung said.

“What do you mean?” Jimin asked scratching his head. “Well before coming here I was talking to the photographer you know, Min Yoong-ssi.” At Jimin’s nod Taehyung continued “Well he was quite grumpy at first but I think he gave up when his ignoring tactic didn’t work on me.” Jimin chuckled at that because no one can ignore Taehyung for long once he decides that he wants to befriend you. “Then?” Jimin prompted. “Then we started talking so he said something and I said something then he said-”

“Ok. Ok I get it. Then what?” Jimin asked exasperated. “You have such a short attention span Kim Taehyung.”

“Right. Amidst all that he said something about Jungkook not being a fan of shoots so he won’t be here today.”

“Really? That’s great. I can finally relax.” Jimin said and his face split into the smile which makes his fans swoon. They labeled it the Jae smile.

“Someone please hand me some glasses or I’ll be blinded by the sunshine.” Taehyung said while shielding his eyes. Jimin laughed and hit Taehyung’s knee. “I am going blind hurry please.” Tae shouted again making the people around them laugh.

“Why are you my best friend again?”

“Because you love me.” Tae said haughtily while crossing his legs and it made Jimin laugh again.

Everyone one and their mother knew that Min Yoongi loves photography. He was very precise when he was behind camera which was also one of the reasons why he was sometime called bossy or difficult. But no one can doubt his talent or passion because the photos he takes speaks for themselves. He was one of the most requested photographers in Seoul and his schedule was packed throughout the year. He was also the only photographer in Seoul that was employed by the J Group because when you are at the top you only want the best of the best. And well Min Yoongi couldn’t complain because not only the pay was too good he was given full control of the shoot from the model to the concept everything was his choice, no interference by the company whatsoever. Besides that he was allowed to take projects other than J Group. The offer was seriously too good to pass.

Min Yoongi was not lying when he said Kim Jae was an absolute delight to work with. He had been to the art show one of his close friend held in Paris with Kim Jae as his model. The model was not only beautiful he also brought something different to every picture. It was like he was pouring a part of him in every picture and claiming it as his. Usually the photographer is responsible for bringing his pictures to life but in this case it was all him, Kim Jae the model and Yoongi could acknowledge that. The modeling industry is dark enough as it is with some trying too hard and some not enough. It becomes so easy to lose yourself along the way, to become dead inside having nothing left, no energy no zest for life, so seeing someone who could convey his emotions just by his eyes his expressions and his posture was a rarity indeed. In a world which encouraged fakeness from plastic smiles to practiced poses Kim Jae was an enigma. He was real, genuine. So when the opportunity arose Yoongi didn’t think twice about recommending him.

Jimin was at first not too sure about being a model heck he knew nothing else other than dancing but under Jin’s guidance-who himself was a model for some time at one point before giving it up to take over Kim Holdings after his father’s sudden death-and some practice Jimin succeeded. With a new hair colour and style, a change of wardrobe, replacing his prescription glasses with contacts and leaving the dancer part of him behind in favor of a new name and identity Jimin was ready to conquer the modeling world and he did. Now it was his face plastered on magazine covers. Him on commercials. Him wearing the most expensive outfit of the night in any fashion show. Jimin rose to fame like a rocket blazing and too fast but he didn’t lose his purpose along the way. Though with time modeling grew on him and he can’t really imagine his life without lights, cameras and ramps the only reason he became Kim Jae from Park Jimin was because of Jungkook.

Jimin was in the middle of the shoot having changed outfits four times already when he saw him conversing with Namjoon. Two years hadn’t changed Jungkook a bit and Jimin could see the same confidence in the way he holds himself, the same determination in the set of his jaw and same smile which was gracing his features. His death didn’t change Jungkook in any way and although Jimin knew that already it still hurt. There was definitely a lump in his throat. He asked Yoongi for a break when he could feel his eyes prickling with tears and he needed to get out of there before Jungkook saw him. He was not ready for a confrontation this soon.

Taehyung saw Jimin and was immediately on his case. “Taehyung you said he won’t be here. But he is. I am not ready. I can’t face him.” Jimin said as soon as he found a secluded place to talk.

“I don’t know why he is here but Jimin you are ready. You’ve waited for this day for two whole years. You cannot give up now.” Taehyung said holding Jimin by his shoulders.

“But Tae did you see him? He looks the same it’s like my death didn’t affect him at all. Not that I expected it to after what he did but there was this tiny part of me that was hoping he would miss me that he would be drowning in guilt to some extent but I was so wrong Tae.” Jimin blinked with rapid succession willing the tears away.

Taehyung hugged Jimin and whispered “Jimin I know you are overwhelmed but this is what you wanted isn’t it? The confrontation was bound to happen what does it matter that it’s happening sooner than you expected? You yourself said that you wanted him to be constantly plagued by the sins he committed. You want him to remember that betrayal whenever he sees Kim Jae wearing Park Jimin’s face. You want him to suffer as much as you did right?”

Jimin nodded because Taehyung was right Jimin did want all those things it was why he was doing all this in the first place. But seeing Jungkook again after two years Jimin realized that he was still very much in love with him. Behind all the anger and hurt that made him Kim Jae there was still a part of Park Jimin present that was hopelessly in love with Jeon Jungkook. And Jimin hated that part of himself that yearned for Jungkook even after everything he did. He hated his heart for beating that fast his breath that hitched and his body that itched to be held by him.

“Jimin it’s time for action. You knew this day would come. Pull yourself together and show the strong front I know you have. Make us proud Jiminie.” Tae whispered and then pulled away.

Jimin came back towards the front all the while willing himself not to look towards Jungkook. Jimin was so focused on not looking that he missed the sound of a chair hitting the floor but he did hear the shout that followed afterwards.

“WHAT THE HELL!!”

Jimin looked up and saw Jungkook standing stock still his eyes widened in disbelief and Jimin schooled his face into that of indifference.

Game on Jeon Jungkook.

#jikook #kookmin #park jimin #jeon jungkook #bts jimin #bts jungkook #kim namjoon #min yoongi #jung hoseok #kim seokjin #kim taehyung #vmin are best friends #love is a game we play #one shot posting as chaptered #dont copy and dont steal #fanfic

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Behind The Scenes 3 (1/???)

Author’s note: As mentioned before, I am not done writing BTS 3, but I have become impatient with myself over the series. I will not be posting BTS 3 as regularly as I have the other BTS parts as a way to buy myself more time to finish the rest. What I am posting is from what I have of my final draft so far. Sorry for any errors. Sorry if this part comes off as “slow” or “boring, it is this way because I am trying to introduce alot of details of how the rest of the tour is going to go down.

Genre: angsty? microscopic fluff i wanna say (all members basically)

Word count: 3021

Summary: You and the boys have begun the tour and have just arrived in the first city in China.

City: Dalian, China

WARNINGS: a rather dark description

Other parts: HERE

This is my GIF. I made it based off of this series.

You all had just arrived in Dalian, China. Upon exiting the plane and walking into the airport, there was a huge sea of ARMY waiting to so much as even set their eyes on one of the seven boys. Jungkook grabbed your hand as you walked past the roaring crowd that screamed their greetings and you all headed out to the van waiting outside.

The van was a bit larger than the one usually used in Seoul; there was enough space to place all your bags and still more room for you to not have to sit on Jungkook’s lap for once. The only ones not in the van were Minho and Eunhee. From what Rap monster was saying, the two of them each got their own taxi rides to the hotel.

“So, the plan for the hotel is,” Rap monster continued. “There are only going to be five rooms for tonight. One for Hiro, one of Minho, one for Eunhee and I, but honestly that’s just be for me. There is also one room for the hyungs and the last for the maknaes.”

From where you were sitting, you could see Jin looking confused. “But I thought Eunhee wasn’t going to be around too long. Why are you getting a room just for the two of you?” He asked.

“She’s not, but I gotta keep the illusion alive.” Rap monster explained.

Like Jin, V also looked a bit confused. “What about y/n? Where is she gonna sleep?” his question directed to the leader.

“With Jungkook.”

“Why isn’t she going to be in our room?” Jin asked. “You trust her?”

“Well, they are “dating”.” Rap monster said matter-of-factly.

“They aren’t actually dating!” Suga reminded.

Rap monster turned around and face all of you. “Either she sleeps with me or she sleeps with Jungkook” he threatened

Everyone stayed quiet.

“Now that’s what I thought! She will be with Jungkook like I said so! Besides, Tae will keep an eye on her. Won’t you Tae?” Rap monster’s eyes landed on the now silent boy.

V nodded, accepting his new order.

“Oh! That’s reminded me, all you maknaes gotta charge your phones in my room at night. I don’t want y/n trying anything.” Rap monster finished.

You were all greeted by the August air as you came off the van and walked into the hotel. The bellboys of the hotel unloaded the van while the Hiro checked you all in.

The five rooms were clustered on the second floor. Once you were given the key cards, you all dispersed and situated yourselves before having to head off to the stadium.

The room you were to share with the maknaes was just an average hotel room. It was quite a large room. It had two full sized beds on either side of the room, separated by the bathroom. The beds were decorated with towels folded into dogs and pieces of chocolate on the tops of the pillows. Large flat screen TVs were screwed on the wall across from each bed, with small dressers under each. There was a small “kitchen” area with a microwave, a coffee maker and a mini fridge stocked with drinks and candies. The other pieces of furniture were only a standard desk and computer chair.

Jimin threw his bag on the bed by the door, claiming it for he and V. You and Jungkook went to the other side of the room and placed your stuff down on the bed by the window. Exhausted by the boring plane ride, you flopped onto the middle of the bed, eating the piece of chocolate that landed on your face. The bed was so big and so soft, especially compared to the sad excuse of a mattress you slept on. This one reminded you of your old bed in your old apartment. “This bed feels like home.” You whispered to yourself.

Jimin came over with arms crossed. Although he felt a bit stressed, he couldn’t help but smile when he saw how comfortable you looked. “You know, you don’t have to share the bed with Jungkook if you don’t want to. I’m sure you’re tired of having to pretend with him. I don’t see why Namjoon is making you guys take things this far.”

“If you want to share the bed with Jimin or something, that’s fine.” Jungkook said, scratching the back of his head. “I’m sure you’re used to sharing the room together, so sharing the bed won’t be too different.”

You sat up and grabbed the towel dog, cuddling it as you thought about their offer.

“Actually, I think they should still share.” V said coming over to the rest of you.

Jimin didn’t look too happy about V’s protest. “Why?!”

“Namjoon took the extra room key from me. I think he is planning on coming in here whenever he wants, probably to make sure y/n is still in here. If he sees that they aren’t sharing the bed, he is going get pretty mad.”

“Well then… Oh! You guys can sleep with one of the sheet separating you.” Jimin suggested. “That way you just have the comforter on top and it’ll still look normal.”

The conversation was interrupted by a loud knock at the door. By the cheerful rhythm, it was easy to guess who was at the door.

Jhope was let in, followed by a drowsy Suga. They made their way into the room until they found you and plopped down in either side of you on the bed.

“ Ah, I was really hoping you were going to share the room with us.” Jhope pouted.

“Me too.” You peeped.

“You’ll be leaving me alone with the monster, the mom and the grandpa!” Jhope snorted.

Suga cringed his face. “Shut up! Y/n should feel sorry for me. I have to share a bed with a fucking horse!”

“Ha! Well, she has to share the bed with Mr. International Playboy over here.” V said.

“The Golden Maknae.” Jimin added. “That’s a handful right there. You guys should feel sorry for her!”

The light mood quickly changed. “You better not pull any stupid shit!” Suga said sternly to Jungkook.

The youngest was taken by surprise. “Woah, chill. Y/n and I are cool now.”

Suga looked at him suspiciously. He was about to go off on him, but remembered Jungkook was the one that helped you from Hiro, so he kept his mouth shut for now. However, his gaze targeted Jimin next. “You better not pull any stupid shit either!” He growled.

Jimin jokingly threw his arms up in the air. “Yo, cool down grandpa. Y/n and I are cool now too.”

Suga didn’t seem to believe him and you could tell he was about to go off on him.

“Yoongi…” You whispered to get his attention off the poor boy. “Can I talk to you real quick?”

His expression was a lot softer as he turned to you. “Yeah.”

You grabbed his hand and pulled him into the bathroom. You closed the door behind you, it being the only way to get some privacy from the rest of the guys.

“What’s up?” He asked, as he leaned over the countertop.

“Can you cut the guys some slack? They aren’t lying when they say we are good now. Ever since what happened with… him… they have been really good with me.”

Suga went back to looking unhappy. “Don’t trust them. They have been nothing but assholes to you. How can you look past all that so quickly?”

You crossed your arms. “Because, they were there when I needed them. Jimin and I talked and now I know everything. I’m still trying to sort everything out, but he’s been genuine with me so far, both of them have.”

“I would have been there for you too you know.” he said staring down at his feet. “If I had known sooner.”

You went over to him and placed a sympathetic hand on his shoulder. “I know… Look, you know them better than I do, you are their friend, you know they have a good side.”

“That’s right! I know them better and I know how they are! That’s why I’m saying don’t trust them so easily!”

You frowned and pulled your arm away from him. It really upset you that he was being so stubborn.

“Aish, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for that to come out so harsh y/n.” His hand reached out to you and he gently pulled you closer to him. “I just don’t want you to get hurt.” He said softly.

You let him wrap his arms around you. “I know, but that doesn’t mean you have to be so controlling!... Ah. I’m sorry. I get it-“

“Look, you’re scared it makes sense.” He whispered.

You could feel yourself melting in his embrace and you couldn’t help but feel safe with him. “I just want all this to be over. Better yet, I wish this all wasn’t even real.”

“I know, I know… So… um… There is something in need to tell you… I had a little talk with Hiro…”

You pushed yourself out of his arms. “What?!?” you hissed as you moved away from him. “Don’t tell me you brought me up!”

He tried to get close to you, but you backed away from him. “Listen, I didn’t do anything bad. I just took care of a few things.”

You moved over to the counter and hid your face in your hands. “What exactly did you do?” your voice was muffled by your hands.

“I talked- I made a deal with him. He’s promised not to be alone with you when we are all together, he will give you your space. When we are performing, you will stay behind backstage. There may be a stylist or two, but there are going to be guards that won’t let you leave the room. Hiro will be with us on the side of the stage.”

“Pft. You tell me not to trust Jimin and Jungkook, but you’re going to trust Hiro just because you made a “deal” with him?!? What the fuck are you even offering him?!?”

“…Money…”

You couldn’t help but laugh at how ridiculous the whole thing sounded. “Yeah, because money is going to take care of everything!”

He stayed quiet for a while. “I’m just trying to do my best…” he said softly.

You put your head down. “Yeah, I know…”

Without even a knock, the door opened and V popped his head in. “Guys, Namjoon wants us all in the other room.”

Suga threw him a look and with a bit of attitude said, “We’re going.”. He quietly made his way over to you. “Let’s go.” He said with a gentle tone.

“I don’t want to.” You whimpered.

One hand grabbed yours and his other patted your back. “Y/n, it’s going to be okay.” He whispered.

You didn’t fight him as he tried to get you out of the bathroom.

Once he got you out, the other guys were gone and it was only Jhope that stayed behind to wait for the two of you. “So what’s up?” Jhope asked immediately.

“I’ll tell you later.” Suga whispered to him. Suga still held your hand as he led you to the next room with everyone else.

The hyung room was identical to your room, the only difference being the guys’ stuff. Rap monster stood in front of the members as they were huddled along the bed past the bathroom. “Eunhee should be here any second. When we get the shit, we’ll head off for the sound check. We are only here one night so after the concert, we sleep, then head off to Beijing in the morning.” He said.

Without trying to interrupt him, the three of you quietly made your way next to the other members.

“Jungkook’s birthday is on the first day at Beijing. Are we going to do anything in particular to post for ARMY?” Jimin asked.

Rap monster didn’t have a chance to answer because there was a knock on the door. “She’s here!”

You quickly made your way over to Jungkook and wrapped your arm around his to get into character.

Rap monster opened the door to reveal Eunhee standing on the other side. She still looked exactly the as she did a few hours ago. You began to wonder how exactly Rap monster hide the drugs on her so well.

“There she is!” Rap monster smiled as she stepped in. “What took so long?”

“There was just a ton of people and it took a while to get a taxi, but I finally made it!” she smiled.

Rap monster pulled her in for a kiss. “Thanks for doing this for me.” He whispered.

“It was no big deal!” she smiled brightly

“Now, why don’t we get this stuff off you?” he pulled her in for a kiss before turning to the rest of you all. “Just give us a few minutes.” He said as he playfully dragged her into the bathroom.

You couldn’t help but feel bad for Eunhee. Sure, she made the decision to traffic drugs, but so would many other girls if their bias one day told them to do so. Heck, if Jungkook told you to do this back when he was your bias, you would have done it too. You would have done anything for him or for the other guys for that matter. So yes, Eunhee is knowingly doing something extremely illegal, but what she doesn’t know is that she is just a pawn in Rap monster’s plan and soon he’d be done with her. It was that aspect that upset you the most. From the little bit you had seen of her, she seemed like a nice and confident girl. She seemed like a great person, someone who had a lot going for them. You felt so bad for her.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Jungkook whispered.

“Huh? Nothing.” You mumbled.

Rap monster and Eunhee soon came out of the bathroom. There was a huge stack of duct tape sacks in Rap monster’s hands. He tossed them on the bed and told Jin, “Give Hoseok his shit and keep the rest in the tape.” Then he led Eunhee towards the door. “We have to get ready for the sound check right now. You go back to our room and in a few hours a car is going to come by to pick you up and take you to the stadium. Do you wanna see the show or wait for me backstage?”

“Hhhhmmm… I wanna see you guys perform!” she said cutely.

“Then a front row ticket is what you get! You’ll just have to go to the ticket booth to pick it up. Now, go relax.” He gave her a deep kiss before letting her go off to the room. His demeanor changed the second the door clicked shut. “We got ten minutes then we got to go.” He said to the rest of you.

During the sound check, you and the manager sat in the stands as the guys did their thing. Hiro, as he always did, sat casually with his phone as if nothing had happened. The only thing that was different was that he was actually giving you your space, sitting about 7 seats away from you. When the guys were getting ready, you sat on the couch and he stayed by the door the whole time. Things had gone on as Suga had described. Rap monster had become suspicious when the manager was leaving with them to wait by the stage, but then Hiro whispered something to him, and Rap monster let it pass.

The next few hours were a bit boring. Surprisingly, the stylists didn’t stay in the room they went off the same time they finished with the guy, leaving you alone the whole time. All you really did was watch the guys perform from the small TV in the corner of the room. A few times here and there, a stylist would pop in, grab a few things, then walk right out. Other than that, it was just you and you enjoyed the alone time.

After the concert, the boys came back exhausted and drenched in sweat. By the time you all got into the van, they were a bunch of zombies.

In the van, all was quiet. Everyone had fallen asleep except for Rap monster. For most of the drive back, you could feel him staring at you through the rear-view mirror. You tried not to look, but you kept glancing up only to find him still staring at you. His face was illuminated by all the controls in front of him, giving him a more demonic look. “You know she’d dead now, right?” he asked, breaking the silence.

You knew better than to not answer him. “What?”. You could feel your heart race. He could have been talking about Eunhee, but for all you know he could have been talking about your mom or your best friend.

“Eunhee… She’s dead now.” his expression was blank. “One of my guys here was the one to pick her up after we left. Poor girl, she really thought she was going to the concert.” He smirked. He turned around to face you. His expression was gone again. “He drove her to an area about an hour outside of the city. He pulled her out of the van and beat her cuz she just wouldn’t stop crying.” He chuckled at his own words. “He forced her on her knees and shot her execution style.” He reenacted the shooting with his own hand. He brought the tips of his fingers to the spot in between his eyebrows and pulled the “trigger”. “Then he stripped her down, stuffed her in a barrel and filled it with acid. Her clothes and her papers were burnt. There is no more trace of her.”

“Wh-why are you t-telling me this?” you whimpered. You wanted to wiped away the tears on your face, but you were too scared to move.

“Just a nice bed time story… If you dare cross me, you’ll wish you died like that.”

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