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Rumor Has It | pjm - Chapter 2

💬 Pairing: Jimin x OC (Reader)

💬 Genre/Tags: enemies(?) to lovers, fake-dating au; angst, fluff, smut

💬 Chapter warnings: contains slut shaming, bullying, angst, oc is lonely and Jimin is a cocky little bastard

💬 Word count: 6.2k

💬 Recap:

Rumor has it, Park Jimin is single again after his latest girlfriend cheated on him with his best friend.

Rumor has it, he's willing to get back at them.

Rumor has it, you're the perfect means to an end.

A/N: Just quickly wanted to thank you all for the feedback on chapter one, you really don't know how much that means to me! So here's chapter two, please leave a comment if you like ♥︎

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Chapter 2: A potion for disaster.

Park Jimin being inside your small apartment, comes close to meeting a Hollywood star or a high fashion model in the greasy little McDonald’s, placed next to your local train station - It just simply doesn’t match.

He looks so out of place here, and you cannot help but be ashamed of everything you own and are when you see how awkward he looks sitting on your old sofa, under which you sneakily shoved a pile of dirty laundry a couple minutes ago when he wasn’t looking.

He hasn't told you why he's here yet. Ever since your awkward greeting at the door when you told him he probably had the wrong address, he's been oddly quiet. He only shook his head and assured you that it was indeed you who he wanted to see.

So here you are now, sitting next to each other, an untouched glass of water standing in front of each of you.

You clear your throat again for the hundredth time ever since he arrived, wiping your sweaty hands on your pants as you wait for him to finally say something, although he seems too occupied with scanning your apartment.

“Nice place you got here,” his voice suddenly rings out, sounding much quieter than you would have expected.

As far as you know, he's usually someone who stands out as soon as he enters a room.

Loud, confident, prominent, and handsome. That's how people describe Park Jimin.

Now, however, he seems different. Don’t misunderstand; he still radiates a certain amount of confidence (if not arrogance), and he still seems to spend more money on his appearance than your entire closet is worth, but there’s something else now. There' a certain indifference in his demeanor that you never noticed before.

You wonder if he has always been like this or if getting screwed over by his best friend and girlfriend actually did throw him off track.

“Thank you.”

He lied of course. Someone like Park Jimin does not think of your apartment as a “nice place” for sure. Not even you would call it that, but what's the point of debunking his obvious lie in the spirit of civility, huh?

“It’s small, but it’s better than living in the dorms, I guess. At least for me.”

Jimin only nods, offering you a smile that looks somewhat friendly but also a little forced.

“Uhm, so… I came here for a reason,” he finally starts, as he looks at you insistently.

“Well, yea. I figured,” you chuckle awkwardly, nervous for what’s about to come.

You have no idea what to expect from him because it’s not like there’s any reason you could think of that would make sense for him to be here. You’ve never held a conversation with him before, and you don’t even think he’s ever really noticed you, so what could he want now that he’d even make the effort to find out where you live and come visit you in your apartment?

“There is something I would like to ask you for,” he says, leaning a bit forward in his seat. “Well, not exactly that - we would both benefit from it, I’m sure.”

This, and the little smirk that’s starting to form on his lips, are enough for you to see what he’s getting at, and it’s not like you expected anything really, but you’re still disappointed.

Standing up with one quick movement, you frown down on him in annoyance.

“I’m sorry, but I’m afraid I’m not the right one for that matter,” you snap. “If you’re this desperate, I suggest you attend a frat party or whatever.”

Jimin looks confused for a moment, big eyes staring into yours. “I haven’t even said anything yet.”

“You don’t need to. You think you're the first person to make me an offer like that?” You scoff. “It's bad enough that I can't even go to college in peace, but to come to my home and harass me here too? Fucking ridiculous.”

Jimin finally seems to understand, immediately standing up as well while holdings his hands up in surrender. “No, no, no, I think you misunderstood!” He exclaims, gaping at you. “I didn’t come here for a booty call, Jesus Christ. Do you really think I need it that much?” He starts to laugh arrogantly, immediately going from looking like an innocent boy to a huge douchebag, whereas you slowly feel the embarrassment rise up inside you.

“Darling, sorry to break it to you, but I really don’t need you for that. Or do you think you’re that exclusive?”

You have to admit that he did make you feel exceptionally stupid just now because, of course, that’s not what he wanted. It is very obvious that he doesn’t need you for that, given how he allegedly hasn’t spent very many nights alone ever since he broke up with Yeji.

And anyway, you’re sure you don’t even come close to his usual taste.

“Of course not. I’m sorry,” you apologize, trying to cover your embarrassment with an uneasy smile. “It’s just that I don’t even know you, and now you’re randomly knocking on my door with flowers in your hand and a very awkward way of explaining,” you cut yourself off, noticing that you’re about to ramble.

You’re surprised to see, that Jimin does not look mad or offended. Instead, he’s sporting a wide smile as he looks at you with his arm crossed in front of his chest, probably amused by your incompetence when it comes to talking to other people.

It’s not your fault, okay? This is what being secluded does with someone. You’re the perfect proof of that.

“People don’t usually talk to me unless it’s about that,” you state, tearing your eyes from his.

“Right.” Jimin clears his throat, uneasiness overcoming him now as well. “That’s actually part of my plan,” he then says. “You know, the one I was going to tell you about before you so rudely interrupted me.”

He’s joking, making the atmosphere a little less awkward for once, and you’re grateful for that. Jimin only makes a small gesture with his hand to silently tell you to sit down again, and you oblige, patiently waiting for him to say whatever it is that’s on his mind.

“I won't beat around the bush for long. I have an issue, and I need your help with it,” he repeats, folding his hands over his knee as if he’s having a business meeting right now. You think it looks funny, but don’t comment on it since he seems so serious right now.

“I need you to be my girlfriend for a while.”

You have been sitting here, just staring at him while he talks and talks and talks.

You don't know what he's telling you because you stopped listening after he said he needed you to be his girlfriend. The only way you can tell that he’s talking is because his lips are moving, but your ears are completely closed off at this point.

You’re being pranked.

It’s so obvious by now. Spreading rumors has started to become too boring, so now they’re taking it to another level which is making you participate in things that will subsequently humiliate you.

That has to be it, right?

You cracked the code.

But man, he’s looking so damn serious.

Is he serious?!

“Park Jimin, are you on drugs?”

It leaves your mouth like a gunshot, interrupting his well-prepared speech without any care as you muster him, one brow cocked while you’re keen on trying to figure him out.

He ogles at you with his big eyes, looking like a deer caught in a headlight for just a second before his expression turns into a deep frown. “Wha— No!”

“Well, neither am I.” you display. “So you can absolutely trust me when I tell you, that I, with utmost respect, will definitely not pretend to be your girlfriend,” you state, not finding this whole act funny in the slightest.

“What good would that even do? I mean, what are you trying to accomplish with that? Because I can promise you, it would end up in a disaster for sure.”

Jimin sighs, running his fingers through his former perfectly styled blonde hair as he takes a moment to think. About what, you don’t know, but he’s definitely conflicted.

“If this is you, pulling a prank on me, this is really not funny,” you say, noticing he hasn't said anything for a while. “And if this is you being serious, well… then I guess you’re crazy.”

“I am,” he voices, looking up at you again. “It’s one of my weaker points. I don’t have many, but that’s probably the one I really can’t deny.”

And suddenly, he’s back, smirking at you with that cocky look in his eyes that shows you he knows exactly what he’s doing. He probably thought about it for a very long time, planned everything, and will not accept a simple no from you.

You know guys like him. The ones who think they always get what they want and they usually do, but this time he won’t. Not today, pal. The last thing you need right now is to get involved in yet another drama that originally was none of your business.

“Is this some type of joke to you? Some weird, toxic way to try and get your girlfriend back?” You find yourself asking, wondering about what this is actually about.

He doesn’t directly give you an answer. Instead, he decides to bypass the question with a stoic look on his handsome face. “I just need a girlfriend,” he says. “Listen, you will not understand, but I cannot stay single while they are dating each other now without a fucking care in the world. As if it were completely legitimate!” He suddenly goes off, banging his fist on the small coffee table when the frustration comes through.

“So it’s an image thing then? That’s what you’re doing this for?” You can’t help but snort, even if you know it’s not the right time. Not when he’s so obviously mad. “I’m sorry, but I’m probably the worst option in that case,” you say, leaning back in your seat as you still look at him comically.

“Being seen with me is something people usually try to avoid when they care about their image.” Involuntarily, your voice softens towards the end as you realize that this is indeed your reality now.

You can play the tough girl all you want and tell yourself that you don't need anyone but yourself, but in the end, this is anything but the life you pictured for yourself. This is not what you were excited about when you couldn't wait to start college.

Jimin doesn't seem to notice your brief moment of melancholy any further, as he groans and shakes his head, clearly not sharing your opinion on the matter (nor interested in your little sob story).

“Don’t worry about me, darling. I can surely take it,” he says, still giving you this unnerving smile you’d like to slap off his stupid face. “I’m the most popular guy on campus. It takes more than dating you to change that.”

You’re baffled by how careless he seems. You didn’t expect him to pity you - God no, you’d hate that actually, but you would at least expect him to take your concerns into account and not just brush them off like that.

You don’t even think he noticed anything you just said that didn't involve him.

Sighing, you take a moment to think about where to go from this. It really looks like he has an answer for everything, and he seems very determined to go through with this.... plan of his.

“Why me?” You then ask, wanting to know the reason he chose you for this crazy idea.

You don’t know each other, you don’t like each other it seems, and in general, you have absolutely nothing to do with each other, except for this drama you were unwillingly dragged into.

“You could find someone better than me in less than a minute, and you wouldn’t even have to convince them, I’m sure. Someone in your league, with a better reputation who won’t damage your image,” you reason, trying to make him leave you alone once and for all. “It doesn't have to be me.”

“It does, though.” Jimin’s throwback comes immediately as his eyes almost burn a hole into your skull from their intense look. “It has to be you for those exact reasons.”

Noticing you don’t understand a thing, Jimin leans forward again with his knee almost touching yours at this point.

“I can’t just take a random girl because the risk of someone finding out is way too high. But that’s just one of many reasons, actually. Yeji knows so many people, and Taehyung knows another huge portion. I need someone who doesn’t know anyone they know and someone who wouldn’t spill the beans just for some gossip. Someone who’s in it just as much as I am and who I can trust to keep it a secret,” he explains. “You think they wouldn’t figure it out in an instant if I'd just take anyone?” He grins, looking kinda mischievous now. “But if it’s you—”

“—no one will ask questions,” you quietly conclude, having experienced it way too many times by now. “They will just think you were looking for an easy distraction.”

It hurts, having to admit that he’s right, but you quickly try to brush it off when you look up from your hands on your lap and mask a smile onto your face. “Smart.”

This is the first time Jimin notices that the whole thing does not simply pass you by; that this is your life you’re talking about, and he suddenly starts to feel bad. He hasn’t even thought about that before. The way you just worded that… makes him feel like a total douche. He didn’t think about it that way before, but now that you spoke it out loud, he realizes this is exactly what people will think.

“Look,” he sighs, clearing his throat. “You will benefit from this too. Getting involved with me will be good for you.”

“How exactly?” You scoff, not believing a word he says.

“Well, for starters, no one talks shit about Park Jimin’s girlfriend. That’s for sure.”

You roll your eyes, shaking your head in disbelief. How can someone actually be this pretentious? You do feel bad about having to leave him hanging since he really seems to want this, but having to look out for yourself comes first.

“You don’t get it, do you?” You scoff. “You really think they will stop talking shit about me just because you’re so amazing and loved by everyone? Well, I have news for you, they won’t. If anything, I’ll just be a giant laughingstock for the whole college once again, because I was stupid enough to be Park Jimin’s rebound. I would look so stupid.”

Staying persistent, Jimin shakes his head again as he deeply stares at you. “You underestimate me there. I have far more influence than you think. And I will make them see that you’re more than just my rebound. That you’re someone I actually wanna be with, someone I care about.”

Tearing your eyes from his intense gaze, you shake your head again. “You might be the most popular guy on campus, Jimin, but as of now, I am the most hated.” The realization once again hits you. It’s not like you weren’t aware of all of this before, but speaking it out loud hits a little differently. And it adds a good additional portion of reality to this whole chaos you call your life.

Most hated person. Damn…

“These two extremes don’t go together. It will not end up the way you want it to, whatever that may be. Trust me,” you finally sigh, looking apologetically when his face instantly falls. “That’s like a potion for disaster.”

With a sigh, Jimin scratches the back of his head, clearly thinking about ways to persuade you into giving in because it doesn’t look like you’re going to.

He knew it would be hard to convince you, but you’re even more persistent than he thought.

“___, you have my word on this. I will help you if you help me. I promise,” he says, looking at you with a little pout starting to form on his lips.

Oh no. He’s not trying this now, is he? Who does he think you are?

“All of this trouble to save your face in front of people who treated you like an idiot? To save your ego? To win back the girl who broke your heart in the most awful way possible?” You ask again, not sure whether to find him ridiculous or pitiful.

You do know the feeling of wanting to get back at people but in his case, it will only make things worse by a dozen.

“No, that's not it. That's not— Ugh, whatever you wouldn’t get it,” he snaps again, getting defensive real fast. “It’s fine, though, you clearly don’t wanna do it.” He suddenly gets up from his seat, appearing to have had enough with you.

You look after him, feeling dumbfounded and wondering why he’s suddenly getting so defensive.

Jimin turns around one last time to look at you, still sitting at the same spot he left you. His eyes show something besides anger this time. Something he's obviously trying to hide, but you still clearly see it.

Desperation.

“I just think it’s a shame, really. I offer you a chance to finally defend yourself against all the accusations that are constantly thrown your way. With me by your side, you at least have a voice that will be heard. You can show them that you aren’t the person they make you out to be, and you wouldn’t be alone. But hey, if you prefer to hole up in here instead and stay by yourself, I won't stop you.”

Here’s the thing: His words shouldn’t fathom you. They shouldn’t.

You don’t owe him, you don’t even know him, and at the end of the day, he’s only in it for his own good, even if he tries to make you think you could profit from this too - it’s not his priority.

He doesn’t care about you or your reputation or whatever this could do to you. It's so obvious he's trying everything right now to make you agree. Even if it means sinking so low and making you feel like all of this is your fault just because you're not trying hard enough to change it.

This is the only truth, and there is no doubt about that.

I mean, he literally just confessed he only needs you to do the job because you’re already the campus slut in everyone’s eyes, hence making it easier for him to make them believe his lie without regard for you or what it might do to you.

But for some reason, you still don’t want to leave him hanging. He really seems to want this, need this almost, and it makes you want to at least think about it a little more.

And if he really is right…

If there is actually a chance to show yourself in a different light, to show everyone who you really are -

Shouldn't you at least try?

You like to imagine that it cannot get worse than this anyway.

“What are the rules?” You sigh, keeping your head straight forward, but you still hear him halt immediately.

“What?”

“The rules, Park,“ you groan, finally turning around in your seat to look at him with an annoyed expression on your face. “If we’re going to pull this off, we’ll need some guidelines, don’t you think?”

You try to ignore how his face lights up, making his eyes almost disappear, but you can barely suppress a smile from the sight. He may be obnoxious and annoying, but that was a little cute.

“So you’re willing to do it?”

“I’m willing to think about it,“ you correct him, watching his every move as he sits back down next to you.

“Okay!” He exclaims. “Okay, that’s great! That’s— I can work with that,” he beams. “What do you need to be specified?”

“Well, first of all, I need to know what kind of relationship are we having? I mean, what kind of couple do you imagine us to be? Are you the overly affectionate type, or is it okay if we just… say we’re a couple and go to places together?” You ask, regretting your words the second you notice the smirk that's starting to form on his lips.

“I see. You want to know if you’re allowed to make out with me.” Leaning back in his seat, he rests one arm on the back of the sofa and uses his other to rake through his hair.

You don’t know what he’s trying to do. Is he trying to look sexy? ‘Cause excuse me Sir, but it's hard not to cringe…

“You can have me all you want, babygirl. Once this deal is sealed, I’m all yours. In every way, if you want.” He winks, remaining in this position.

You’re trying not to gag, already regretting even thinking about doing it, but honestly, your life started to be the epitome of loneliness and boredom, and that would at least bring you together with other people for a bit. Maybe it would allow you to live a somewhat normal college life with parties and activities and… dates.

Even if it’d all be a lie in the end.

“See, this is exactly why we need those rules because I never ever want you to call me that horrible pet name ever again.” You say, cringing just from imagining someone calling you that.

Jimin laughs loudly, making his eyes turn into two little half-moons. “You don’t like it?”

“No,” you immediately decline while you keep a straight face. “Who actually does? Makes me feel like I’m part of a soft porn that was shot some time in the eighties.” You mutter.

Sporting a grin, Jimin bites his lips as he taps his finger on his leg, thinking about something it seems. “What about honey?”

“Ew.”

“Darling?”

“We’re not faking a marriage, Park.”

“Babe?”

“So original.”

Sighing loudly, Jimin leans forward again, resting his head on his balled-up fists as he pouts, making him look more like a young boy than the college boy he actually is.

“What else am I supposed to call you then?” He sighs.

“Just call me ___. It’s my name. It suits me,” you shrug, ready to check this topic off to get to the more important one. Like the original one, he still hasn’t answered. Ignoring his unpleased frown and the pout on his lips, you repeat your earlier question, wanting to finish this off as soon as possible.

Jimin, however, makes it hard for you, refusing to just simply answer straightforwardly.

“Why do we have to plan this? It’ll look forced if we plan everything beforehand. I want us to be natural like a real couple would b so nobody will get suspicious,” he expresses his irritation with a slight groan. “I’m sure we will have to kiss at some point. I don’t usually shy away from PDA, so my friends will think it’s weird if we’re being unnecessarily distant with each other.”

Great, just what you feared.

Not that Park Jimin is someone you wouldn’t want to kiss at all - no. Even if you’re not actually attracted to him mostly caused by his personality and his stuck-up behavior, Jimin is easily one of the most handsome guys in your college and there’s no denying that.

Still, you’re not keen on making out with him, especially in front of all his friends who will most definitely take a close look at you and analyze your every move. How embarrassing.

Noticing your skeptical expression, Jimin just silently grins to himself. “You don’t have to act this way. You know you’re going to love it.”

“Hey, I haven’t agreed to anything yet, and it's out of pure decency that I'm giving you the chance to somehow convince me that by doing this, I am not destroying my life even further. If I were you, I would stop pushing my luck.”

Jimin only chuckles, probably regaining his confidence just from sensing that you are not as dismissive as you were in the beginning.

“Hm, I don’t know. I feel like you’re suddenly not so against it,” he sneers, confirming your guess.

You can feel your blood rushing to your face, but you try to at least not let him see that he’s making you flustered. It doesn’t happen for the reason he thinks anyway, but rather because he makes you uncomfortable with his constant sexual innuendos.

“Trust me, it’s not for the things you have in mind,“ you scoff. “You don't seem to have realized it yet, but you're not every girl's wet dream, Jimin. At least you aren’t mine.”

Looking unfazed by your comment, he raises his brows, still smirking at you in a testing manner.

“No? So what you’re saying is, if you could date any guy you wanted, it wouldn’t be me?” He asks, obviously already expecting a certain answer.

Now, this is the moment when all the embarrassment suddenly evaporates, and you burst into laughter for the first time ever since Jimin arrived at your door. And it immediately wipes his stupid cocky grin off his face.

“One-tenth of your self-esteem, Park Jimin. That’s all I’d need, and it would be over for all those bitches who are treating me like shit,” you laugh, even going as far as wiping a tear from the corner of your eye.

Jimin looks baffled for a moment but quickly regains his composure, this time with a frown appearing between his eyes. “Go on then. Who would it be if not me?”

You calm down again, clearing your throat a few times to get your voice under control before you give him an answer. “Well, unfortunately, I gave up on the concept of dating a long time ago,” you say. “But if you really want an answer, I’d unquestionably take Jeon Jungkook,” you voice, not having to think about your answer in the slightest.

This time, Jimin is the one who laughs, mixing it with an offensive scoff and a way too exaggerated eye-roll. “Of course. Fucking Jeon.”

“You have something against him?”

“No, but I should have guessed it. It's the most basic answer, and don’t you guys have this on/off thing going on anyway?” He scoffs, not even looking at you anymore.

“No,“ you sigh, you haven't thought about what your comment could trigger, but now you’re feeling bad for Jungkook. “We never had. That’s just another stupid rumor.”

Jimin gives you a testing look, arching a brow while nibbling on his bottom lip. “Are you sure? Apparently, you’re always hanging out together, and you just said you want to date him.”

“I did not say I want to date him!“ You claim, gaping at him. “I said that if I had to date someone, I would choose him. But that does not mean I want to. Trust me, I have lost all interest in wanting to date. And Jeon and I don’t hang out. He just happens to be the only living creature on campus that doesn’t treat me like crap or air.”

It’s true. Jungkook and you can in no way be considered even friends, but he is the only person that hasn’t abandoned you yet and does still talk to you from time to time, not caring at all about the rumors he, unfortunately, started being a part of.

You always admired him for that.

The sheer confidence he carries. Just doing what he likes, looking the way he wants, and talking to people he wants to talk to, without giving a fuck about what anybody could say about that or think about him.

He just does whatever he wants, and you think that alone makes him the coolest person you ever met.

But that’s all you have for him. Admiration.

Admiration and... maybe a little bit of envy.

Because Jungkook can do whatever he wants, say whatever he wants, and sleep with whoever he wants and nobody cares. Everyone still likes him at the end of the day because he admittedly is a very likable person.

And yet, he doesn’t even care.

He has all that without even wanting it. He still prefers to spend his time by himself, not caring if someone keeps him company or not.

Whenever you see him, he is usually alone, and yet he always looks content. Always sporting a smile on his attractive face.

More than once have you looked at him and wished you could be like that. So carefree and content, alone, but not lonely.

“He’s not perfect either,” Jimin’s unfazed voice pulls you out of your thoughts. “He has fucked half the campus already.”

“Who cares about who he has or hasn’t slept with?” You snap, feeling your hands ball into fists. “He’s a good person. That’s all that matters, isn’t it? And anyway, just because people proclaim these things about him doesn’t mean it has to be the truth.”

You realize you’re only getting this protective because you’re starting to relate to yourself. You transfer what Jimin says about Jungkook to what everyone says about you. But you don’t care.

Rumors are shit. And Jimin should know better than that.

An expression of realization crosses his face for a split second before he clears his throat and nods his head once, looking guilty. “Right. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that. I don’t care about him anyway...”

“Good. Then we can come to the next point,“ you decide, happily skipping the topic of Jungkook as soon as possible. “What exactly is it that I would have to do?”

“Well, I guess we will go to a couple of parties together. You know, some birthdays, go on dates, hang out with friends, I’ll spam my Instagram with photos of you… just the usual stuff, you know? Everything that comes with having a partner.” Jimin simply explains.

You nod. That’s more or less what you expected, but it still sounds like a lot. Like… a lot.

It's definitely going to be a transition from spending days at a time on your sofa with Netflix, to constantly hanging out with Jimin and his friends, doing God knows what.

“So… Is it settled then? Are we doing it?”

You don’t answer right away, though you have to admit that you are at least a little interested in giving in. There’s just something very exciting about the idea of fake-dating someone, even if you can’t deny the little voice in the back of your head telling you there’s only one between the two of you who will benefit from it. And it won’t be you - that’s for sure.

“___,”

Jimin’s voice sounds soft when he calls your name, making you look at him.

His eyes are solely fixed on you, and you actually feel like this is the first time he’s genuinely looking at you instead of looking through you.

“Do you trust me?”

You scoff. “Of course not, no!” you instantly shake your head while frowning at him. “I don’t even know you,” you quickly add, raising your voice just a little. “How can you ask me that?”

With a frown knitted between his brows, Jimin still has his eyes fixed on you. “Fair, I guess, but I hope that will change soon. And I promise you, you will not regret it if you trust me now. I will always make sure that you are fine, and if all hell really should break loose, you can stop at any time, and I won't be mad. Just please... please let us do this together. ”

He shoots you a little smile (an actual smile this time, not a smirk), and you sigh defeatedly.

That’s the thing with people like him.

They do always get what they want.

“Alright, whatever. Let’s do this.” Your voice is quiet, unsure, but it still holds some kind of determination to it.

Maybe he’s right.

Maybe you can pull it off.

Maybe it won’t end up in a disaster. Just… maybe.

Maybe you can change something.

Jimin looks insanely relieved the moment your answer reaches his ears. Sighing in relief, he lowers his head for a brief moment, only to raise it again with full force and give you the widest smile you've ever seen on anyone.

“Thank you so much, ___. Really. You won’t regret it.”

You swear if he says that one more time, he’s definitely going to jinx it. If it hasn’t happened already.

“Uhm… so, should I walk you to class, maybe?” Jimin then asks, standing up and reaching his hand out to help you up as well, already getting into his role, it seems.

“Oh no,” you halt for a moment, thinking about a way to explain your situation. “I’m— Uh… I’m not really going to class,” you chuckle uncomfortably, noticing how he looks at you in confusion. “I’m taking mostly online classes this semester. Things just are a little… overwhelming right now.”

You desperately hope he won’t dig any further. And the chances are practically high, considering he only ever really seems to care about himself.

This time, you aren’t so lucky, though, when a look of realization crosses his face for just a moment before he frowns down to his feet.

“Are people still giving you that much of a hard time?”

You swallow hard and clear your throat. You didn’t expect him to ask you that, and even if you somewhat appreciate the effort, you don’t want to discuss this with him.

“It has calmed down a bit, but…” you just shrug, still embarrassed, not knowing what to say that will make this moment pass sooner.

“I’m sorry he did that to you, ___.” Jimin unexpectedly sounds very regretful when these words come over his lips, eyes staring into yours.

“He had no right to do that to you. You shouldn’t have been pulled into his mess. Really, I’m ashamed on his behalf.”

It takes a moment for you to grasp what he just said because, for you, it came very surprisingly. Honestly, you wouldn't have given Park Jimin that much credit.

But that is also a reason why you are happy to hear that from him. It's the first time anyone has ever apologized to you and although it's not him who should be asking for your forgiveness, it's good to hear that someone is on your side for a change.

“Oh, it’s okay,” you breathe, suddenly feeling very overwhelmed with how different he seems. “I wasn’t well liked before that anyway, so… it’s whatever.”

You try to smile, but it doesn’t look real at all. And it isn’t. It’s not okay, of course, but what can you do really? Playing the victim and drowning in self-pity won’t help your case either.

It is what it is.

“He’s not the first person who did that to me, and he certainly won’t be the last,” you shrug. “The only thing that makes him different from all the others is that he’s way more known,” you explain.

“It’s really not okay.” Jimin disagrees, sounding more serious than he has the whole time he’s been here. “And trust me, he will be the last. I’ll make sure of it. I promise you that.”

“Ah well… people just like to trash talk. It’s what brings them joy when their own lives are too boring,” you say, simply repeating what Nayeon always used to tell you… before she started being one of those people.

Trying to shake the thought of her from your mind, you try to plaster another fake smile on your lips before you look up at him again. “I’m used to it by now. It’s okay, really.”

Jimin doesn’t look satisfied with your answer, but to your luck, he doesn’t dwell on it any longer. Instead, he just takes a look at his watch (that looks like it costs more than your laptop) and starts to cuss under his breath, mumbling something about being late.

“Alright, I gotta go now. You’re still coming to our Thursday class, right?” He quickly makes sure, waiting for you to approve. “Great, we will start with our a little game then,“ he smirks, already turning around. “Take care until then. I can’t wait!”

And with that, he’s gone.

Which finally leaves you to be alone.

Alone with your thoughts.

Holy shit, you’re actually doing this.

#jimin au #jimin fake dating au #jimin e2l #jimin angst #jimin fluff #jimin smut #jimin fanfic #jimin scenarios #jimin x reader #jimin slow burn #bts jimin #bts smut #bts au #park jimin #bts fake dating au

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cloudteawrites · 3 years

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chapter: five ( 4.7k ) rating: mature (death, past abuse, eventual smut) genre: mystery | romance | hurt/comfort tags: bts x reader | ot7 x reader | hybrid | poly summary: when an estranged uncle leaves you his massive fortune you wonder if the universe is playing a joke on you. when that fortune comes with seven hybrids, you know for sure that it is. << first < previous | next > last >>

The grocery store was a mess of color and light. You swore you’d never seen so much food in one place.

Back when your mom had been alive, you’d never really gone to traditional grocery stores. You’d always just visited markets where your mom knew the vendors and could talk down their prices on ugly produce and day old bread. After she’d died, you’d eaten whatever the staff in the group home had provided, then whatever you could scrounge up from convenience stores. Most of the time since you’d aged out of social services, you survived off the free rice and kimchi available in your goshiwon.

Occasionally, you’d eat at work with your free staff meal, but you tried to avoid it. You knew the sight of you wolfing down ramyeon and cold kimbap as fast as you could made Jiah worry. If she ever saw you looking too haggard, she’d try to slip some home made meals to the front desk of your goshiwon when you weren’t looking and that was as embarrassing as it was helpful.

For as long as you could remember, the question of where your next meal was coming from had hung over your head like a dark cloud. It didn’t seem like that was going to be a problem any longer.

Aisle after aisle stretched out before you, blindingly bright. It looked like an amusement park. You were finding it hard to stop staring. You reached out in a haze and picked up the juiciest apple you’d ever seen. Sure, you sold them all the time at Quickstop, but they’d always been dull and just the slightest bit bruised. This one was perfect: fire engine red and still wet from the mister. It was cold and heavy in your hands. You almost felt like crying.

“You good?” Yoongi is beside you, leaning over on the shopping cart, his chin in his hand. He looks dreadfully bored.

“Yeah,” you tell him, setting the apple gently back in its place. “Yeah; just got distracted for a second.” You give a single tug on the front of the basket to move him along, and he follows, shuffling against the bright white linoleum.

“Why aren’t you getting that?” He calls, just before you can round the corner into the dry goods aisle. You turn and look at him over your shoulder, confusion slightly furrowing your brow. “Don’t you want it?”

Your eyes flick from his face back to the glittering heap of fruit. You gnaw at your lip. “...They’re 6,000 won a kilo.”

Yoongi purses his lips. “That’s not what I asked you.”

“I don’t need them,” you huff, trying to stave off the beginnings of another argument. “There’s more important things...like you three and getting you clothes and better furniture and-” Before you get the chance to finish, the gray haired man has ducked back around the corner. He returns with two three kilo bags of apples and dumps them unceremoniously into the cart.

He looks up at you, brows raised and his eyes daring you to say something. All you do is sigh. “Yoongi-”

“Jimin likes apples.” He says, before you can get a word in edgewise. “They’re for him.” You can’t argue with that. He pushes the basket forward and you two drift down the next aisle.

There’s a question resting on the tip of your tongue and as you compare brands of rice, you spit it out. “So...what do you guys eat? I read an article that said to mainly feed cat hybrids fish, but...”

“But we’re not house cats.” He finishes, flipping over a box of cereal to read the back. His nose wrinkles at something he finds and he slides it back onto the shelf. It’s cute, you think- or would be if you couldn’t see the tips of his razor sharp incisors poking out when his lip curled up. Yoongi senses your gaze and looks over at you. You look away quickly and make yourself busy reading a label. “We can eat pretty much anything you’d eat. Not too much processed shit or we’ll get sick. Whole foods are better.”

You nod, making a mental note to forego sodas and chips. “And when you’re shifted?”

He shakes his head. “We don’t really eat when we’re shifted down unless we plan on staying there for a long time.”

You choose a 10 kilo bag of rice, tug it out from the shelf with a little grunt and plop it onto the basket’s bottom shelf. That was good, you supposed. You were worried you were gonna have to watch three big cats rip into raw meat whenever it caught their fancy. “Why don’t I push the basket and you can pick out things Taehyung and Jimin would want?”

He nods and shifts to the other side of the aisle. “What’s my limit?”

You pause for a moment, then stand and fix him with a strange look. “What do you mean?” He isn’t looking at you. He’s comparing two brands of cereal, scanning the nutritional facts on the back.

“How much am I allowed to spend on food?” he questions, simply. “-and what foods are we allowed to eat?”

You balked at him. “.. .you want me to control your diet?”

“I don’t want you to, but most owners prefer a certain look.” He turns his flat, yellow-grey eyes on you. “So what is it? No carbs? no sugars? Low fat? No fat? Dairy-free-”

“Oh my God, no!” You yelp before he can list any more diets. You’d said it a little louder than you’d intended and a well-dressed mom at the other end of the aisle fixes you two with an odd look before hustling her twins into another part of the store. You wince, but continue in a quieter but no less urgent voice. “I mean, I’m not gonna tell you what you can and can’t eat that’s…”

“It’s not unusual,” Yoongi cuts in before you can give voice to your thoughts. He sets one of the cereal boxes, decorated with bright colors and little cartoon animals, back on the shelf and tosses the other -something in a dull green and white box with a little piece of wheat on the front- into the cart. “You didn’t feed us last night.”

A pang of guilt shoots through you. You curl your fingers around the bar of the cart, stare at your knuckles. “I’m sorry,” you tell him, with all the sincerity in the world. “I was tired -and I know that’s not an excuse- but I fell asleep without thinking of you guys. It won’t happen again.”

“Relax,” Yoongi drawls.”It’s not the first time we’ve gone hungry; I’m sure it won’t be the last.” He starts drifting toward the end of the aisle, but before he can go, you catch him by the sleeve of his sweatshirt.

There’s barely an inch of fabric between your thumb and forefinger, but the look Yoongi gives you makes it look like you’d yanked him back by the collar. He whirls on you, eyes narrowed and lips twisted into something sour. You’d overstepped by grabbing him. Still, you speak. “That was the last time. I mean it.”

The hybrid’s face shifts from irritation into something unrecognizable. He’s looking at you like there’s an equation written behind your eyes that he’s trying to work out with his own, like if he looks deep enough into them he’ll find the answers etched across your sclera. The hairs on the back of your neck stand up as the seconds drag on, but you don’t look away. Instead, you hold his gaze and let the moment swell under almost unbearable tension.

Yoongi gives first. He tugs his sleeve out of your grip and shuffles back out of reach. “Whatever you say,” he scoffs, stalking off into the next aisle, his ears tilted back and tail tip flicking in irritation.

You sigh. You’d done it again. The urge to catch him again wells up in you, but you tamp it down. ‘Time and space,’ you remind yourself. ‘Give him time and give him space.’ Satisfied once the distance between the two of you is enough, you go to follow after him, but hesitate as you pass the cereal he’d been looking at. You tug it off the shelf and place it in the basket underneath a few other things so it’d be hidden. You don’t know why and if he asked you about it later you were sure you’d draw a blank. If nothing else, you told yourself as you hurried to catch up with your hybrid, he’d have a choice.

The rest of the grocery trip passed in silence, just as it’d begun. Yoongi didn’t so much as look at you, but that was fine. You were focused on watching him. Anything that he gave more than a passing glance went into the basket. If the bobcat hybrid noticed your rapidly increasing haul, he didn’t say anything about it. He was silent. Even when you flinched as the cashier announced the total and you waffled between trying to walk home or calling a taxi. Even in the lobby then the elevator on the way up as Mr. Park talked both of your ears off and you had to stop him from carrying your groceries in and stocking the fridge himself, Yoongi had remained eerily quiet. It’d given you time to think.

You didn’t know much about hybrids. If you were honest with yourself, you hadn’t known anything about them prior to what you’d anxiety-googled yesterday afternoon. You were so far out of your depth, it was miracle you hadn’t drowned yet. Still, you weren’t completely oblivious.

In between Yoongi’s open hostility, Jimin’s blase attitude toward his own objectification and what snippets you’d heard about Taehyung’s early life, you knew something must’ve been very, very wrong with the people who’d had them before they’d been foisted upon you. The expectation that you were supposed to treat hybrids like actual pets made you uncomfortable enough without the assumption that you’d be dressing them up like dolls and locking the snack cabinets at night.

A spike of anger shot through you. They might’ve been different than humans but they were still people. They hadn’t deserved whatever shady things their owners had done to them and you didn’t want them to come to expect them from you. You shift the grocery bags up your arm, freeing up a hand so you can punch the code into the door. There was no way around it. The four of you would need to sit down and have a good long talk.

The second you punch the code into your door it swings open. “Hey, Jim-” the greeting dies on your tongue. It’s not Jimin who meets you at the door, but Taehyung, freshly showered, the curly ends of his hair dripping water onto the white tile and the front of his sweatshirt damp. His eyes were still hidden behind his hair but you could see more of him than you’d been able to that morning when he’d shifted.

Well, not more of him. He was wearing clothes now, for one- a dark brown version of the sweat suit Yoongi and Jimin both wore. He was taller than you, which you’d known when he’d wrapped his arms around you, but looking up at him now you have to tilt your head back a bit. “Oh,” you say, a little dazed. “Wow.”

The corners of his mouth quirk up in a smile. “Hi.” His voice is still as deep as it was this morning. Was it always like that? He turns his attention to the hybrid behind you and his lips part in a blindingly bright boxy grin. “Hi, hyung.”

Yoongi hums a hello and slips past you through the door. His shoulder brushes against Taehyung’s and the younger hybrid chuffs happily a little in his throat. He leans down as the older man passes and bumps their foreheads together affectionately. Their tails twine together briefly before the gray-haired hybrid is out of reach and dropping an armful of groceries off in the kitchen.

“You shifted up,” you remark “Did something happen?” There’s a tick of concern in his voice. You step to the side of the doorway so the pair can talk without you in the middle.

Taehyung shakes his head, water droplets scattering. His hyung let out a hiss that erred just on the wrong side of animalistic as some of them hit him. You freeze, but the tiger hybrid just laughs. “No, Jimin and I were just-” His smile falters. You can’t see his eyes but his ears have twitched downward and his tail is suddenly stiff, only the tip ticking back and forth. The hybrid lowers his head, and you finally catch sight of eyes, gleaming amber and full of fear. Behind him, you see Yoongi catch a whiff of his junior’s souring scent and his head whips toward the pair of you, ears straight up and his whole body on high alert.

Worry draws your brows together. “Taehyung?” you call softly. You reach out with your free hand to touch his shoulder, then think better of it. Your fingers hover uselessly and inch away from him. In this moment, that distance feels a mile wide. The line of his shoulders is rigid and he’s withdrawn into himself. “Taehyung, it’s okay. You don’t have to tell me if you-”

“We went out.” He blurts, snapping his head up to look in your eyes. His own are wide and earnest. “You left your backpack open and I saw the list you made with all the phone numbers and passwords and the door code was on there and I really wanted to go to the park. Jimin told me to wait but I made him come with me; we were only gone for fifteen minutes, I swear. We didn’t even make it; the same police officer from earlier was still on the street.”

“Taehyung-”

“Please-” he cuts you off before you can even get a word in edgewise. “Please, just punish me; Jimin didn’t do anything. The whole time he was trying to make me go back. He only went with me so I wouldn’t be alone.”

Your heart wrenches in your chest. You do touch him, then. Your fingertips barely graze the material of his sweatshirt, but he flinches and you pull away. Your hand drops to your side, limp. “Can you and Jimin meet me in the living room?” You ask him, careful to keep your tone light and non-threatening as possible. “We need to talk.” His ears droop, but he nods and shuffles off to do as you ask. You trail behind him into the penthouse, making sure to give him enough space. The last thing you wanted to do right now was crowd him.

You drop the groceries on the counter in the kitchen and look up to find Yoongi squinting at you. He’s coiled up like a spring, ready to bolt at any moment. You try to give him a reassuring smile, but it comes out watery and wan. “It’s okay,” you tell him. “We’re just gonna talk.” You can tell he doesn’t believe you.

Still, he follows you into the living room, takes a seat on the couch while you settle cross-legged on the ottoman across from him. A few seconds later, Jimin and Taehyung slink down the stairs. The tiger hybrid is clinging to his hyung who, for once, isn't smiling. Jimin’s face is settled into a cool mask of neutrality. You almost don’t recognize him.

They sink into the couch on either side of Yoongi, their backs stiff and eyes on anything other than you. For a moment, the four of you sit there in uncomfortable silence. You speak first.

“Jimin, Taehyung, Yoongi-”

“Y/N,” Jimin cuts in, “Whatever Taehyung told you-”

“-I’m sorry.” You finish. That seems to surprise them. You interlock your fingers on your lap and look at each one of them individually. “I’m sorry that I didn’t check to see if there was food in the house last night. I’m sorry that I didn’t make sure you had the things you needed to feel comfortable here. I’m sorry that I made you feel like you weren’t allowed to leave.”

Taehyung swallows, his adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. He’s got a death grip on Yoongi’s arm with one hand and the other fisted in the fabric of his sweatpants. “You...You’re not mad?” The tremor in his voice makes your heart ache.

“No,” you tell him with all the sincerity in the world. “I’m not mad at you. I’m sad that you were ever around someone who made you feel like you needed to apologize for wanting to see the sun and I’m angry that they made you think that was something to be punished for.” It was true. Beneath your sadness, beneath your shock at his expectation of punishment, anger was twisting in your gut. What type of person would reduce another to fear and trembling for the sake of leaving the house? “I’m not going to...to punish you, I need you to know that.” You tell him, before looking at Jimin and Yoongi. “Any of you. Ever. I’m never gonna hurt you.”

Taehyung’s jaw is clenched like he’s trying not to cry. All the wind has gone out of Jimin like a deflated sail and the leopard hybrid just looks exhausted. Yoongi’s rubbing soothing circles in both of their backs. You can’t tell from his face, but by the way his ears have relaxed, you think he was worried about your reaction, too.

You let out a little exhale and slouch. “Whatever happened to you with your previous...the people you lived with before? It wasn’t okay.” You’re as firm with it as you can be while still keeping your tone gentle. “They were supposed to take care of you and love you and help you grow, but if they starved you, if they made you feel this bad, if they treated you like property, then fuck them. I don’t want to be anything like them.” You admit. “I don’t want to be your owner and I don’t want you to be my pets.”

“What do you want us to be to you then?” Yoongi rasps. Despite the question, there’s no challenge in his voice. He’s genuinely asking.

One corner of your mouth quirks up and you give him a small shrug. “Friends, maybe? Eventually, if we can. For now let’s try…” you search for the word you want. “Roommates?” You supply. “We live together, but you guys don’t need to feel like you owe me anything. I’ll get you phones tomorrow, if you want, and copies of the credit card. We can get you clothes and furniture too. And if there’s anything you want to do or want to see, go see it. The door code is 0613.”

The tension that’d run between the three hybrids like a livewire is gone. Now they’re...if not relaxed, then at least relieved. There’s nothing else to be said. You stand and move to hurry into the kitchen so the trio of hybrids can have their space. The last thing you wanted to do after having a talk about their freedoms was crowd them. Before you can take three steps there’s a hand wrapped around your wrist, holding you in place. It's Taehyung's.

The tiger hybrid is looking up at you, his eyes beseeching and a nervous tremble in his bottom lip. “Don’t go,” he croaks, sounding like he’s still unsure just how to use his voice. He tugs once on your coat sleeve. “Please.”

Your eyes flick from him to his hyungs. Jimin’s looking at you with apprehension, perched on the edge of the couch like he’s a split second away from helping the tiger hybrid drag you down- but Yoongi’s face is turned away from you. As usual, you can’t tell what he’s feeling. “I’m just going to the kitchen,” you assure him. “I’ve gotta put the food away-” Your brain short circuits as the tiger hybrid flips your hand over and presses his face to your palm. His eyelashes brush against your lifeline; his lips trace the veins in your wrist.

You’d never say it outloud, but it was hard to deny you were touch starved. You could count on one hand the amount of times someone had touched you gently since your mother died. You didn’t show yourself kindness most days and you’d come not to expect it from others. The world was cold and cruel, and you were far too old to be seeking solace from strangers. You’d thought you were above it, but the feeling of Taehyung nipping at your radial artery is almost enough to make you go to pieces. “Just a little bit,” he huffs, his voice muffled against your skin.

“...The groceries will get warm,” you argue, finally managing to make your mouth move. “Do you wanna eat hot kimchi?”

“I’ll put them away.” Yoongi is up and vaulting over the couch before you can get a word in edgewise. With him gone the last of your excuses goes up in smoke. Taehyung smiles against your skin and you let yourself be pulled down.

No sooner have your legs touched the cushion, then Taehyung is snuggled up against your side, his arms wrapped loosely around your middle and the cool tip of his nose pressed into your neck. “Tell me again,” he murmurs softly. “Can you tell me again that you’re not mad?” He wanted reassurance. The least you could do was give it to him.

You slip a hand into his hair, scratch gently at the base of his ears. He chuffs happily, the sound vibrating in his chest as he presses closer to you. “I’m not mad at you, and you’re not in trouble, buddy.” You tell him. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”

A warm presence on your left tells you Jimin’s settled in beside you. Sure enough, a second later a golden tail is tracing the edge of your calf. “Don’t leave me out,” he purrs, settling his chin on your shoulder.

You slide a hand into his hair too, letting the locks slip through your fingers as you pet him. “Never.”

The three of you stay like that for what feels like an hour. Even when their hyung finishes putting the groceries away and returns to sit with them -albeit at the far end of the sectional- they don’t seem like they’re in a hurry to disentangle themselves from you. You’re surprised to find you don’t mind it. The weight of two grown men against your shoulders was heavy, but not uncomfortable and they were warm and the steady hum of Jimin purring is almost enough to lull you to sleep. You cut a movie on and order samgyeopsal. You think they’re gonna kill the delivery man for making you get up, and they stay glued to your back even as you pay. It’s not until the first movie goes off and Taehyung and Jimin are playfully bickering over what to watch next that you’re able to slip away to the bathroom.

You shuffle quickly down the wide hallway, trying to remember which door the closest bathroom lay behind. You careen around a corner and run smack into someone. They let out a huff and you stumble back a few steps, an apology on your lips. You look up and find Yokngi there. Guilt bubbles up in your stomach. Between Jimin purring in your ear and Taehyung rubbing his cheek against your hand every ten seconds, you hadn’t even noticed he was gone. “Sorry,” you mumble.

He quirks an eyebrow at you. “For what?”

You’re not even sure you know.

He stares at you and you stare back, frozen. Finally, the bobcat hybrid sighs and gestures at you. “C’mere,” he mumbles.

You approach hesitantly, not trusting him to not suddenly snap at you. “Why?” You ask, apprehensive. Should you have not let Taehyung and Jimin scent you? He’d been around the entire time and hadn’t said anything, so you’d thought it was fine. Maybe you’d made a mistake. You gnaw at your bottom lip and creep slowly closer to the hybrid before you. Another miscalculation, another mess-up, another mile tacked on to that incalculable distance between you and Yoongi. Should you apologize again? Would taking a shower help wash their scents away?

Before you can volunteer to do any of that, Yoongi reaches forward, hooks one finger through your belt loop and drags you toward him. You feel a yelp crawling up your throat, but it’s stopped dead in its tracks by the feeling of Yoongi cradling your jaw and his lips pressed against the column of your throat. His spine is tense and his tail is ticking in the way it does when he’s irritated. “...What are you-?”

“They’ve both scented you.” He murmurs. “If I don’t, they’ll think I’m rejecting you. My job as their hyung is to put them at ease. If I can’t do that, I’m useless.” Despite his closeness, despite the way his fingers were slipping into the hair at the base of your skull, despite the little nips he’d started giving you, you could practically feel his reluctance.

You exhale and push against his shoulders. “Yoongi…” He doesn’t budge. “Hey-”

“There’s no good reason for me to not just mark you and get it over with.” There was that word again. You’d forgotten about it in the whirlwind that followed, but Jimin had joked about marking you earlier, hadn’t he? And Yoongi’d gotten upset with him. From what you were gathering, it was a lot more serious than scenting.

“I don’t want you to.” That gets his attention. The hybrid pulls away and fixes you with an odd look, his brows furrowed in confusion.

“What are you talking about? Owners always want us to mark them.” You feel that same twinge of anger again. The articles had said scenting was a sign of trust and security. It was used to mark family members. Had the people they’d been with before forced their way into their family without the hybrids consent? Without Yoongi’s? No wonder he’d been touchy about his juniors scenting you right away.

“Well, I don’t.” You give him a gentle nudge and put a few inches between the two of you. “I don’t want you to do anything you’re uncomfortable with or not ready for.” You offer him a smile you hope comes across as reassuring. “You not wanting to is a good enough reason for me. Besides,” you say, turning to head back to the living room, the original reason for your trip forgotten. “I’ve never been marked before, so it’s not like i’m missing out on anything.”

At that, something flashes in Yoongi’s eyes that you have no name for. It passes as soon as it’d come. “Come back when you’re ready!” You call over your shoulder, retreating back down the corridor before he can say something one way or another.

When you settle back on to the couch two minutes later, There’s a movie queued up and ready to be played. It’s an action movie, one you haven’t seen before. “Yoongi’ll be back in a second,” you tell the boys. “Let’s wait for him.”

Taehyung hums his ascent, leaning in to settle back in the crook of your neck- but something stops him. He hovers near your neck, takes a few short inhales and tosses a look at Jimin behind your back. You frown. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah!” Taehyung responds a bit too quickly, lacing your fingers together to distract you as Jimin gives the other side of your neck the same treatment. The leopard hybrid purrs, seemingly happy at what he’s found. His ears swivel up and a second later, Yoongi slinks back into the living room.

“Hyung…” Jimin starts, his voice taking on a teasing lilt.

“Play the movie.” His hyung orders. He does, but there’s still a little smirk on his lips.

The screen darkens and the opening credits roll as Taehyung and Jimin settle back against your side, careful to avoid your neck. Yoongi drops onto the couch, this time only a foot away from the three of you. You allow yourself a little spark of relief. The distance was starting to close.

#bts fic #bts x reader #bts x y/n #hybrid!bts #ot7 x reader #seokjin x reader #namjoon x reader #jhope x reader #yoongi x reader #taehyung x reader #jimin x reader #jungkook x reader

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jungshookz · 3 years

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Okay so does ballerina!y/n ever leave hickies on Mr. Park's pretty and utterly beautiful neck and collarbones? 🙈 And the rest of the class sees the marks and boom ✨chaos✨

:-) i enjoy boom chaos :-)

‘mr. park got lucky over the weekend!’ was not one of the things you wanted to hear upon stepping into the classroom this afternoon, but we can’t always get what we want, can we?

“wh- what? what?” you feel heat starting to tingle up the back of your neck as lisa loops her arm through yours and walks you towards where the other girls are, “what, uh, what makes you say that?”

“did lisa tell you??” seulgi grins widely as soon as you plop yourself down after taking your duffle bag off your shoulder, “you know, i was feeling sluggish before coming to class today but this new piece of information has just revitalized me-”

“well, like- what makes you guys think he… you know, did stuff… with someone?” you frown, turning to glance over your shoulder at jimin

he has his back facing you guys and is currently preoccupied with rolling his sleeves up to his elbows so it’s not like you can get a very good look at him right now

“there’s a hickey on the side of his neck!” jisoo squeals excitedly, the other girls bursting into giggles before beginning to slap at each other in a poor attempt to get everyone to relax and lay low, “oh, god, i would kill to have my mouth on his neck- or better yet, have his mouth on my neck-”

“hickey?!” you exclaim a little too loudly, seulgi giving you a whack across the back of your head to get you to be quieter, “ow- but- i mean, i don’t see anything-”

“well, duh- it’s not like you can see it from staring at his back, dumbass-” seulgi murmurs before subtly gesturing towards the large mirror at the front of the room, “we saw it once or twice in the mirror when he was adjusting the collar of his shirt- see, right there!”

you feel your face pale when jimin reaches up to undo one of the buttons on his shirt and you manage to spot the purplish mark sitting at the bottom of his neck right above his left collarbone

it’s small… but it’s definitely big enough to be noticeable

and obviously, everyone’s noticed it.

oh, god

oh, god!!!!

“maybe he-” you clear your throat quietly before swallowing thickly, “maybe he burnt himself with a straightener? or something?”

“oh, don’t be so naïve, you little virgin-” seulgi scowls before rolling her eyes, “that is a full-on hickey. …you do know what that is, right, y/n?”

“i- of course i know what a hickey is-”

“-it looks… fresh, you know?” lisa tilts her head as she narrows her eyes suspiciously, and it’s a second later that she lets out a gasp and turns to look back at the group, “oh my god. you guys don’t think… you don’t think that maybe he got lucky, like, right before class? ugh, that’s actually kind of hot- i told you guys about the dream i had about him fucking me against the mirror, ri-”

“no!” you interrupt quickly, reminding yourself to take it down a notch when the girls turn to look at you weirdly, “i mean- well, no. that’s just not... possible, because then- you know, if he was doing stuff right before class, he’d be all sweaty and glowy and- you know what i mean?”

“huh- for the first time in your life, you’ve made a good point, y/l/n.” seulgi hums and you resist the urge to flick her in the forehead for all the snarky remarks she’s directed at you when you haven’t even been here five minutes, “that’s true. maybe it happened this morning?”

(it definitely happened this morning. at seven o’clock in the morning, to be more specific. and it happened two to three times, to be even more specific.)

you smile nervously as the girls continue theorizing over what happened, blindly reaching behind you to pull your bag towards you so you can grab your phone out of the side pocket

this is a nightmare

this is an absolute nightmare

you remember doing a little bit of biting and... and some sucking... but you didn’t think you were doing so much as to give jimin an actual hickey!

jimin pulls his phone out when he feels it buzz in his back pocket, pressing his lips together to contain his smirk when he sees it’s a text from you

from: y/n [3:04pm] - hickey!!!!!!!

looks like someone’s still thinking about this morning…

(for the record, he’s still thinking about this morning which is why class hasn’t started yet.)

he takes his bottom lip in between his teeth as he types out a quick response, the gates of his spank bank suddenly flinging open and reminding him of what the two of you were up to earlier today

if he closes his eyes he can still feel your nails digging into his back and that particularly sexy moan you made when he hit the right spot-

to: y/n [3:04pm] - Oops. I told you to bring concealer with you to class.

the smirk drops from his face and his brows knit together in confusion at your next couple of texts

from: y/n [3:05pm] - no not me it’s y

from: y/n [3:05pm] - ou

from: y/n [3:05pm] - it’s you!!! check neck

jimin closes the messages app and pulls up the camera, clicking on the button to switch the lens and-

he immediately reaches up and slaps his hand over the very obvious hickey staining his skin

...oh, boy.

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What happened to Jikook in May 2015?

“How Jikook Started?” “Jikook and significance of May” “Jungkook and his Song Recommendations” were all the titles I thought about for this post and I ended up with the one you see. But what made me write this? A few days ago I came across an old tweet of JK from May 2015. This tweet was a song recommendation which I hadn’t notice before because I was only focused on 123 theory and as we all know this theory starts from October 2015 and I thought maybe we should pay more attention to the other songs JK recommended either. So I decided to go deeper and when I checked the tweets from May to August 2015 some interesting theories came to my mind.

Jikookers believe Jikook’s relationship changed in INU era and for proof of this theory they discuss some moments (long stares, exchanging jackets, etc.) but I’ve never seen them paying attention to the songs JK recommended in this era. It’s obvious that not all the songs he listens, likes or recommends are about romantic aspects of his life. On the other hand, musicians listen to any kind of song and this helps them for their career so not everything has to have a secret message or meaning, but no one can ignore the fact that when you feel connected to some lyrics and it captures your emotions you tend to share it with others so they can understand your feelings. This is more relatable for introverted people, an introverted person with artistic features uses different forms of art to express their feelings and JK is one of them.

JK’s song recommendation tweets started at the end of 2014 with “Lee Yerin -Your Universe” on December 24th and continued with “Misty Miller - Best Friend” on February 22th, and two songs on March 9th“King Krule - Baby Blue” and “Years & Years – Memo”. This declaration was necessary for this post but I’m not going to analyze these songs here. These songs are very significant (especially the last one from an openly gay artist with very expressing lyrics) and they need their own post.

After “Years & Years – Memo” JK didn’t recommend any song until May 24th. It’s interesting how there is a pattern for dates of his song recommendation tweets, it’s like he spams Twitter for a week and then deletes the app for months. Even his tweets in general, follow this pattern and most introverts can relate because sometimes we feel like expressing ourselves on social media, and some days we avoid it at any cost.

So, what happened in May 2015? Why Jikookers think this period is significant in Jikook history? Jikook had some obvious moments in INU era, JK seemed to be enchanted by Jimin and Jimin had became quieter and more preserved but still captivated by cute maknae. The most notable moment from this era happened on May 5th at Sukira Radio Interview where the MC asked about Jimin’s love for JK and Jimin answered: “There is something about him I don’t like but he is cute”. JK’s reaction to this answer is remarkable especially when Tae almost exposed them by saying “I think he kinda likes men” about Jimin and Jimin didn’t deny it.

A week later, on May 13th BTS went to Kota Kinabalu to film the Summer Package and Jikook filmed a log together before coming back to Korea. A few weeks later on June 5th when they were in Malaysia for Red Bullet Concert, they asked JK in an interview to describe Jimin "Jimin hyung is such a nice guy. His personality is just too nice. And he keeps giving me nice food. And when he smiles, his eyes are so pretty. He's the most charming guy on the team. If I were a girl I would date a guy like Jimin hyung." He answered. Fun Fact: They didn’t ask him who he wanted to date if he were a girl, but yet JK managed to state this anyway. They had asked this question from the members since their debut but JK never had chosen any member for someone who wants to date, and this moment was a turning point in JK’s attitude especially toward Jimin, even Jimin himself was shocked by JK’s answer. This fact directs us to the main question: What did happen in May 2015?

How was JK feeling at this point? Did something change in him? We can’t give a precise answer because we don’t know his emotions unless he shares them with us. As I said earlier, sharing music is a good way to express emotions. With recommending a song you can share your feelings without being too obvious (and get away with it because they are not your words, duh?) JK didn’t recommend any song after March 9th for two and a half months and finally, on May 24th he felt to share music and became active again. But three days before this date, Jimin had shared a song, surprisingly.

We know it’s not very common for Jimin to recommend a song especially in the style Namjoon and JK do, but on May 21st he recommended a newly released song named Pretty Bae by Lee Hyun and Park Bo Ram, here are the lyrics translations:

They say I’m pretty these days that I’m like a woman

They ask me, do you even have any flaws?

They say I look good these days, my friends tell me

Is there anyone out there like me?

I walk on this street while humming

I feel good today for some reason

I wanna date someone pretty

A person with a pretty heart rather than a pretty face

I wanna date someone nice

A person with a warm heart rather than a good body

Had a cup of coffee on the weekend, watched a movie I wanted to see

It’s all good but what’s missing?

A person to laugh at my boring stories

Where is that person?

I walk on this street while humming

I feel good today for some reason

I wanna date someone pretty

A person with a pretty heart rather than a pretty face

I wanna date someone nice

A person with a warm heart rather than a good body

He’s not handsome but nice-looking

She has no makeup but she shines

Is he looking at me?

What if she catches me? I pretend not to see

It feels good, should I go to her/him

And carefully start a conversation?

I wanna date someone pretty

A person with a pretty heart rather than a pretty face

I wanna date someone nice

A person with a warm heart rather than a good body

I wanna have a pretty love

A person with a pretty heart rather than a pretty face

I wanna date someone nice

A pretty person, a nice person, I hope it’s you

As you see, the lyrics are about someone who is feeling pretty and wants to date a person with a good and warm heart but he/she secretly wants it to be him/her crush. Jimin’s timestamp is on the last part of the lyrics saying “A pretty person, a nice person, I hope it’s you”. And three days later JK posts a screenshot of a song from Kehlani (an openly pansexual artist) named “You should be here”. Here are the lyrics:

I'm looking right at you, but you're not there

I'm seeing right past you, but you seem well aware

Your body is here but your mind is somewhere else

So far gone and you think I can't tell

Can't tell that you are disconnected

You pulled away and I miss your presence

I always said to you

Baby, you should be here, right here

Don’t know where you went but you're lost now

Don’t know where you went but you're gone now

Don’t know where you went but you're lost now

Don’t know where you went but you're gone now

Head on your chest babe, but your heart is so quiet

We used to talk all night long, now we laying in silence

Your arms around me but your soul is somewhere else

Gone so long and I know you so well

I know that you are everything that I ever dreamed of

And hoped that love had a happy ending

Baby, you should be here, right here (yeah-yeah)

Baby, you should be here, right here (you should be here, right here, right here)

Don't know where you went but you're lost now

Don't know where you went but you're gone now

Don't know where you went but you're lost now (oh-whoa)

Don't know where you went but you're gone now

You should be here, right, right here yeah

The lyrics are talking about someone who the artist cares about and it feels like that person is physically present but his/her mind is somewhere else. He/she wants that person close, not just physically but also mentally and emotionally. A few hours later, JK recommends another song, this time a famous song (any Shrek lover know this by heart) I need some sleep by Eels: Here are the lyrics:

You can't go home like this

I try counting sheep

But there's one I always miss

Everyone says I'm getting down to low

Everyone says you just gotta let it go

You just gotta let it go

I need some sleep

Time to put the old horse down

I'm in too deep

And the wheels keep spinning round

Everyone says I'm getting down to low

Everyone says you just gotta let it go

You just gotta let it go

*Fun fact: This song was on Jimin’s playlist in 2017.

This song is about mental and emotional frustration and exhaustion, being deep into something, and seeking redemption. We can’t tell if JK is expressing this about himself or someone else since his timestamp is on the part saying “You can't go home like this”. But the song JK recommended the next day (May 25th) is another story and has a straightforward message. “Can’t help falling in love” is a hit song by Elvis but the track JK post is a cover of this song by Eels:

Wise men say only fools rush in

But I can't help falling in love with you

Shall I stay? Would it be a sin?

If I can't help falling in love with you?

Like a river flows, surely to the sea

Darling, so it goes. Some things are meant to be

Take my hand, take my whole life, too

For I can't help falling in love with you

Like a river flows surely to the sea

Darling, so it goes. Some things are meant to be

Take my hand, take my whole life, too

For I can't help falling in love with you

The lyrics don’t need any explanation. His timestamp is on the part saying “If I can't help falling in love with you?” this part comes after the part “Would it be a sin” and makes it more remarkable. It’s obvious that there was something big going on with his emotions at this point and when you put these four songs together (one from Jimin and three from JK) you can see the roller coaster of feelings very clear. But the next day (May 26th) something interesting happened which relays my theory. Namjoon recommended a song named Pray from Younha and this was the thing he wrote in the caption of his tweet: “For all the broken-hearted” Sure this can be to anyone but two weeks later on Jun 10th JK recommended the same song without any caption. Here are the lyrics:

When you are lost

I will shine a light

When your heart shakes because of the wind

I will hold your hand

I am praying for you

Praying that you will be protected

So that my hopes can reach you

The closed door is slowly opening

I hope you won’t cry over your scars

Or get trapped in despair with pain

With all my heart, I hope you will be comforted

Today, I’m praying again

I am praying for you

Praying that you will be protected

The world has become harsh seas

For you, who has left for the voyage?

I hope you won’t cry over your scars

Or get trapped in despair with pain

With all my heart, I hope you will be comforted

Today, I’m praying again

When Namjoon literally recommended this song two weeks before, why JK had to do this again? Unless he had something to express through lyrics. As you see the lyrics are about pain, despair and getting emotional scars or as Namjoon captioned “something for broken-hearted people”. Two days later JK posted a video of himself walking and singing in the night, the song he was humming was from Yoon Jong Shin and here are the lyrics:

On January 13, which was especially cold, I first met her, who laughed a lot

She said she never spent a birthday with a boyfriend before

She liked shoes and bags and that was so cute

She said I looked sad from behind as she took a picture and smiled

On the sunny first day of April, I made her cry for the first time

After seeing her pretty eyes get puffy, I cried too

Every time we fought, we always used the word “break up”

We wouldn’t talk to each other for days, having a tense battle

Would she know that my heart raced every time I went to pick her up?

I have never met anyone who was better than her in my life

On June 17, she was struggling and broke up with me

In the end, I gave her a scar, although I didn’t mean to

A month passed, a year passed and still, there are times when I miss her

Whenever I pass by that street in Ichon-dong, it’s still clear like it was yesterday

The park at night, the hamburger store, the rice bowl store in the basement

There is so much emotion in this lyrics and you have to be really in love and broken-hearted to hum this song in the dark let alone filming and posting the video. After that JK didn’t recommend any song for two weeks and he came back on June 27th with another straightforward message. A song named Love Me Again by G.Soul and here are the lyrics translation:

It’s already been a few years

And we’re standing in front of each other like this

As if nothing happened

Just like the old days

As I look at you

Who is calling me a good friend?

I tried to hold it in

But I need to tell you something

I know I hurt you but

Could u love me again?

Without knowing, I’m in love with you again

So could u love me again?

I didn’t know love back then

Baby love me again

Baby please please please

Need u love me again?

It’s already 3am

We’re both getting a little drunk

As if it’s nothing, you talk about your new boyfriend

As I look at you

Who is calling me a good friend?

I can’t hold it in

And I have to tell you something

I know I hurt you but

Could u love me again?

Without knowing, I’m in love with you again

So could u love me again?

I didn’t know love back then

Baby love me again

Baby please please, please

Need u love me again?

Oh please believe me girl

This time, I’ll really

Love u harder

Oh baby one more time

Love me again

I know I hurt you but

Could u love me again?

Without knowing, I’m in love with you again

So could u love me again?

I didn’t know love back then

Baby love me again

Baby please please, please

Need u love me again?

Oh baby just please please, please

Could u love me again?

Again, love me again, again

Oh girl I need you to

Love me baby

Love me again

He wants that person to give him another chance and love him again. He confesses that he has hurt that person because he didn’t know love back then and doesn’t want to be “the good friend” that person sees him now. He wants that person’s love. JK didn’t recommend any song after this for another two weeks and came back on July 10th with a song RapmonHyung has recommended to him: Tears by Le So Ra

Me in the mirror inside the cramped dark room…

The dismal face is quite ugly

Foolish like this, I’m left behind

But I still long for you.

Miserably left behind like this,

I just make unwelcome calls

It’s okay if you get mad at me

It’s okay if you make me cry

Just turn all your attention back to me

It’s okay, just say anything

It’s okay if you mock me

I’m like this only with you, oh my own.

Like a speck of dust in this cave-like room

I’m foolish and I’m left alone

I miss you again today before you miss me

I’m miserably left alone like this

And again I call you before you call me

It’s okay if you get mad at me

It’s okay if you make me cry

Just turn all your attention back to me

It’s okay, just say anything

It’s okay if you mock me

I’m like this only with you, oh my own.

In the mirror, I look so ugly

This song is about being left alone and rejected. His loved one is mad at him and doesn’t give the love and the attention he/she used to give before. Four days later he recommended another song named Romance by CHEEZE and here are the lyrics:

With a red balloon full of

Your deep flowery scent

You surround me in your

Lifeless hollow smile

All our warm memories together

Can’t melt my heart

That has been frozen over

By that cold stare of yours

Walking through the night, side by side

The faint silhouette of your back

Still haunt me as my sweetest nightmare

Like the strings of a puppeteer

Losing sleep over the cold half of the bed

As your wandering image gently crushes me down

Walking through the night, side by side

The faint silhouette of your back

Still haunt me as my sweetest nightmare

Like the strings of a puppeteer

Walking through the night, side by side

The faint silhouette of your back

Still haunt me as my sweetest nightmare

Like the strings of a puppeteer

This is another song about someone who used to be warm and loving but now has a cold stare with no emotion. In my theories, this emotional conflict started in May and ended in August. Why August and how it ended? In August 18th Japan fan-meeting Jimin fainted and apparently this had a big impact on Jikook’s relationship. The day after, when Jimin came back on the stage JK did a beautiful interaction with him. Two days later JK did a live stream and sang a song named I will give it all to you. Three days later Namjoon posted screenshot of this song with the caption “Jeon Jungkook OST”. Here are the lyrics:

I have something for you

I have something to say tonight

I will give it all to you

My love that's about to burst

There's nothing I can't do for you

After picking the stars, I'll fill your hands

I have something for you

I have something to give you tonight

There's nothing I can't do for you

After picking the stars, I'll fill your hands

I will give it all to you

My love that is about to explode

The lyrics are talking of a beautiful love about to burst and the lover is ready to sacrifice and do anything for him/her love even if it’s bringing the stars in the sky and hand it to his/her lover. 12 hours later Jimin tweeted something suspicious: “The stars in the sky (musical note emoji) (surprised emoji)”. This tweet has no media and the caption has no hashtag except Jimin. It seems like someone had brought the stars in the sky for Jimin and it has something to do with music either. I wonder who it would be…

Conclusion

I tried so hard to not express my theories and leave the conclusion to you but some facts are undeniable especially when you put them together with the events and moments that happened in that period. I (rightfully) believe that the chronology of the events is extremely important and it can tell you more than just a surface without reading too much of it. If you don’t like theories or you have your own theories just don’t read this part because I don’t want to change anyone’s mind:

We all know about Jimin’s affection for JK in their debut years. I don’t think that was something fake or exaggerated, he really adored JK and wanted his attention (maybe he was aware of their mutual crush, I don’t know) but he could never imagine this turning into something serious. But it did and JK was the one who noticed this first and took action but he got rejected and became broken-hearted. This rejection was the result of fear, fear of an unknown future. Jimin’s love for JK was still strong but he had to reject JK to stop things from getting worse and out of hand. But in JK’s eyes, everything was different. He wanted him back, he was missing Jimin’s affection because he had found out that he is in love, the thing he didn’t know beforehand (I think memory of the rainy day has happened at this era, or maybe I’m wrong) After weeks of emotional conflict, finally they were at the same page and they were ready to make their relationship work. JK assured Jimin about his love and it seemed like a happily ever after but little did they know about their future and fate.

#jikook #jikook analysis

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thisbeatchachinglikemoney · 3 years

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Moonlight

Part 1 of the Boys with Luv series

Pairing: Yoongi x reader (eventual), Yoongi x BTS, dom!Yoongi x sub!Taehyung x sub!Jungkook

Summary: One night when Yoongi is out for a moonlit stroll, he finds a girl dancing in the park all alone. When he approaches her, his whole life changes forever.

Warnings: There is some mention of mental and physical abuse in this chapter, as well as some a theme of depression and mention of self-harm.

Tags:@calling-dips-on-j-hope, @fic-recs-by-moon, @luvtaeha, @aretha170, @xicanacorpse, @kookieebangtan, @fangirl125reader, @seoul9711, @channiespup, @lindsayjoy444

Part 1 | Part 2

Y/N POV:

He was drunk. Again. This time it was worse than the others though. The other times he was drunk enough that he was tired and could not stay awake long enough to actually hurt me anymore than a couple of hits poorly aimed and a handful of harmful words thrown at me. But it was enough for me to fall further into a deep, black void that seemed to have no way out. It was inescapable. I could hear him banging and shouting to himself downstairs. I was in our room, pretending to be asleep. I rarely slept when he was around, scared of what he would do to me when I was unaware.

That was why I slept while he was out during the day, and then would sneak out at night once I knew he was sleeping. I would go to a park nearby and just sit there and collect my thoughts. Sometimes I would let myself taste the sweet release that I got when I danced, but that was very rare. He banned me from dancing, saying it was like I was cheating on him by showing off my body to other people. And of course, I believed him.

I guess the only good thing was that he wasn’t my soulmate. Everything was still black and white and all the shades of grey in between for me. But I just couldn’t find the courage in myself to get help to leave him. When I was in the park, I loved to listen to BTS to help myself find the courage to get through the next day. Just enough that I would want to survive. But that didn’t stop the want to die from slipping through some cracks. Small scars littered my wrists. They all looked almost silver to me, but I knew that if I could see colour, they would be red. The colour of blood.

He laughed when he found out. Said I deserved it. Said I should do it more and maybe, just maybe, if I was lucky I would cut deep enough to end it.

I could hear his footsteps thumping up the stairs now. I gulped and nestled under the blankets, trying to even out my breathing and slow it down to give the impression I was asleep. I almost flinched when I heard the door open, but I managed to stay still.

“I know you’re awake.” He said, his voice dangerously calm. His footsteps grew louder until I could feel his breath fan over me. It stunk of cheap whisky and other alcohol. He scoffed. “Of course you’d ignore me. Stupid bitch!” He slapped me across the face, causing me to jolt forward and gasp in pain as red hot sparks shot across my face. I curled into a ball, protecting my face with my arms. “Worthless, good for nothing slut.” He pulled me off the bed and kicked me in the stomach, making me cry out in pain. I began to back away from him, pushing myself along the floor with my hands and feet as he walked towards me.

My heart was pounding in my chest, my breathing erratic. I was scared. He could kill me. He lifted his foot as if he was going to stamp on my outstretched leg, but I rolled away just in time, earning myself a kick to the side. I whimpered and stumbled to my feet. I looked around for something, anything I could use as a weapon, as something to defend myself. My eyes zeroed in on a lamp. It was a gift from my mother; a metal base that had little knots of the material jutting out from the sides. I knew it was heavy. I knew that it could possibly knock him out.

I ran over to it and picked it up, yanking the plug out of the socket. He walked closer to me, scoffing. “You think you can hurt me with that?” He chuckled. “Sweet,” He began to undo the buckle of his belt and was about to pull it from its confines when I swung at him with the lamp. It was as if the gods were looking down upon me when the metal end connected with his head, knocking him out cold.

I stared down at his unconscious body, breathing quickly. I tried to calm myself down as I grabbed my phone and shoes, quickly disabling my location services. I had to leave him. Next time, I may not be so lucky. I looked around and stuffed some clothes into a backpack, grabbed a charger and my toothbrush and ran out of the house.

I didn’t have a car. He never let me, since he was under the impression that I could get away with it. Guess he forgot I had two legs and could walk. I shivered slightly, wrapping my arms around myself in an attempt to warm me up. I was only wearing a light hoodie, not realising how cold it was.

But I’d be fine. I could just huddle up underneath some of my clothes - use them as a blanket. I didn’t have any friends I could go to - he had made me get rid of them as well. I suppose it was safer for them; he could have threatened to hurt them to get me to do anything. I looked up at the sky, seeing the moon glowing a bright white light, the beauty of it making me feel calm. The moon was full and round, the streets being illuminated by the moonlight as I made my way to the little park that was my safespace.

Yoongi POV:

“No, no, no, no!” I groaned as my computer froze, the coloured pinwheel spinning around as if to mock me. I slammed my hand down on the desk in frustration, knowing that there was a good chance that all my hours of hard work on this song would be deleted.

I pushed my chair back harshly and got up, kicking at the chair in annoyance. “Stupid thing. Can’t even work properly.” I glanced at the screen, letting a small sliver of hope through, hoping that the work had been saved and that it was still there, almost at the point of completion. My heart sunk, the screen was black. There goes eight hours or more of hard work for nothing.

I picked up my phone to check the time. It was almost midnight. There was a miriad of texts from my hyung and dongsaengs, urging me to come eat. Hobi had said he had come to get me but I clearly didn’t or wouldn’t hear him so he left. There was food for me in the fridge and Jungkook was waiting up for me. Of course he was, the boy could not sleep without knowing that everyone was in the dorm.

All seven of us were in a relationship with each other, yet we were not soulmates since it was not allowed between people of the same sex. Stupid homophobic system. But if Kookie was waiting for me, I guess I should stop working now. The boy would force himself to stay awake, which would make him grumpy the next morning. Sometimes he acts like a baby, but who can blame him? He is the maknae after all.

My phone dinged, signalling a text for Taehyung.

Tae ❤️:

Hyung, when are you coming backkkkk? The bed is empty and I’m colddddddd. Pleaseeeee hurryyyyyyyyy

I love youuuuuu

But hurryyyyyyy

I shook my head and chuckled at Taehyung’s cuteness. I decided I would not text him back, but rather call him as I collected my stuff. I clicked on his contact name and put the phone against my ear as I shut off the computer and walked out of Genius Lab, locking the door behind me.

“Hyung! When are you coming back?!” Tae asked as soon as he picked up the phone.

“Tae, baby. I am on my way, okay? I’m just a bit stressed though, so I may have to have even more cuddles.” I said. Even though I never showed it, I loved having and giving hugs to the members. But only behind closed doors. I could never do it in front of the cameras. It would ruin my bad boy persona.

“Cuddles!” Tae gasped. “Yay. Hurry, please, hyung.” He pleaded, dragging out the end of the ‘please’, making me chuckle.

“I’m just getting in the car now baby boy. I’ll be back soon. Give me five minutes.” I said as I unlocked my car and got in, throwing my stuff over to the passenger seat.

“Okay, hyung.” Tae said, smiling. I could hear it in his voice. “Oh, and hyung?”

“Yes baby?” I said as I set the phone in its holder and put it on speaker so I could start driving.

“I have a surprise for you.” He sang, giggling after. “I think you’ll like it a lot.”

“Oh, I look forward to it, baby.” I said as I reached a traffic light that was just outside the building. As I looked around, I caught a glimpse of lace stuffed by the seat. I frowned and reached over, pulling at it to get a closer look at what it was. I smiled and shook my head as I realised that it was a pair of Tae’s panties. He had obviously hidden them in here, seeing how they were strategically concealed.

Wearing lingerie was something Tae loved to do. He wore it all the time, not that any of us complained. He looked so cute, but so beautiful and breathtaking at the same time. My personal favourite was when he wore one of my oversized shirts with a pair of panties underneath, the lace framing his ass perfectly. Tae was the subbiest out of all of us, with Jimin and Jungkook a close second. Jin would sometimes sub and sometimes dom, but me, Joon and Hobi were the doms. I wondered if this is what his surprise would be.

“Oh, baby, I have something of yours.” I said.

“What is it?” Tae asked curiously. I could hear the duvet covers moving around as he shuffled on our bed. Each of us shared a room. It was me and Tae, Jimin and Hobi, and Joon, Jin and Kookie. Some nights, there would be more of us sleeping together, and some nights we would all sleep with each other. That was usually if one of us was really stressed or really upset and needed comfort from everyone. I wouldn’t need that tonight. I knew Tae would be able to cuddle away all my worries. I would be able to make it up tomorrow. I could get one of the others to help me.

“I’ll let you guess, baby. It was in my car and they are lacy.” I hinted. I heard him swallow before he took a deep breath.

“Am I in trouble?” Tae asked, his voice a lot quieter. “I’m sorry, I put them in there as a just in case, you know how you like to rip them off me.” He added quickly.

“I’m not angry at you baby boy.” I said, keeping my voice calm. “It was a nice surprise.”

“It was?” I could hear the smirk in Tae’s voice. “Then you’re going to like what I have for you here in bed... Master...”

As soon as he said this, I felt what could have been all my blood rush to my dick. “I’m almost home, baby.” I said, clearing my throat and palming myself to relieve the feeling I had. I let out quiet and breathy moan.

“Are you touching yourself, master?” Tae asked. “Are you getting your big cock nice and hard for me?”

“I want you ready for me when I get in, puppy.” I said as I pulled the car into the driveway of the apartment complex where our dorm was.

“I’ll be waiting for you, Master.” Tae said excitedly, ending the call.

I turned off the engine of the car and sat there for a few moments, trying to calm myself down slightly. I would give him a slight punishment - he knew not to leave things in the car, no matter how arousing it would be for me, and he had also teased me slightly.

I walked into the house and spied Jungkook sat on the sofa, mindlessly flicking through the channels on the TV. So, he had waited up for me. Might as well if he wants to join in the fun with me and Tae.

“Kookie, baby.” I said, walking over to squat down in front of him. As I came into his line of vision, a bunny smile formed on his face.

“Hyungie, you’re back.” Jungkook flung his arms around my neck and kissed my cheek.

“Hey, bunny.” I stroked his hair and turned my head to kiss his lips gently. “Baby, TaeTae and I are going to be having some fun in a second. Do you want to join us?”

Jungkook looked at me, his chocolate eyes sparkling. He hummed in agreement and nodded his head. “Bunny wants to help please Master and TaeTae.” He said, instantly slipping into his subspace.

“Okay, bunny.” I said, standing up with him still wrapped around my neck. He whined when I tried to push him off so I could walk upstairs. “Do you want me to carry you?” My cute little bunny nodded eagerly, so I picked him up and carried him towards mine and Tae’s bedroom. “Alright, bunny, let’s go say hi to TaeTae. Master has to punish him a bit though, first. You can go freshen up first if you want.” I suggested.

Jungkook nodded before leaning forward to kiss me. I reached down and squeezed him through his sweatpants, causing him to let out a shaky whine. “Master, please.”

“Go freshen up baby. When you’re done you can come straight in.” I said, setting him on his way with a pat to his bum.

I pushed open the door to Tae’s room and saw him kneeling on the bed. But what really took my breath away was what he was wearing. It was a lace bodysuit that had bows decorating it. I couldn’t see his ass, but I already knew that there would be nothing covering it. There were small bows fastened to the tops of his thighs, holding the bodysuit in place. To top it all off he had a collar fastened around his neck.

“Fuck, puppy. Look at you. So beautiful for me.” I said, walking over to him and tracing his lips with my finger. “I believe these belong to you.” I pulled the lace out of my pocket and tossed it at him. He caught it with one hand and smirked at me.

“Did you like your surprise, master?” He asked coyly, looking up at me. I moved my hand to hold his face in place, cupping his chin.

“I love it, puppy, but you know the rules. You don’t leave things in my car, do you?”

“No, master.” Tae looked down in shame. “‘M sorry. I just wanted it to be there as a backup.”

“Puppy, do you wanna know why I rip them off you?” I asked, kneeling down in front of him. He tilted his head at me in confusion. “Because I love the idea that you are wearing nothing beneath your clothes and that if you have one slip up, you would be exposed.” I trailed my finger down his chest and circled it around his tip.

“Master, please.” He begged. “I’m sorry. I won’t do it again. It was a mistake.” I could see that he was almost fully hard, his cock was straining against the fabric of his bodysuit.

“You wanna make it up to me? Turn over and on my knee.” I ordered, sitting down on the edge of the bed.

“Yes, master.” Tae leant across my lap, his stomach resting on my knees. I smirked when I saw his exposed ass, all round and ready for me.

“Now, puppy. Kookie will be joining us soon, so we’d better make your initial punishment quick.” I said, kneading the globes of his ass. It wasn’t as big as Jimin’s, but Tae definitely had a beautiful ass. “How many do you think you deserve, pup?”

“At least 20, master. I was naughty.” Tae almost moaned out.

“Yes you were, puppy. Very naughty. You also teased master when he was coming home.” I sighed. “But, I guess my puppy likes being punished, doesn’t he?” Tae was silent. I smacked his ass hard, causing the flesh to jiggle. “Doesn’t he?” I repeated.

“Yes, master.” He said after he had yelped. I could feel how hard he was pressing against my thigh.

“I think I may give you 25, how does that sound?”

“Good, master.”

“And after each one, you thank me. You need to learn to obey, don’t you puppy?”

“Yes, master. I do.”

“Count, dumb pup.” I began to slap his ass. Each time he counted and thanked me. At 25, he was sobbing in pain and pleasure, rutting against my thigh. I pulled him up so he was straddling my lap. “Such a good boy, taking your punishment so well.” I praised him, making him smile at me lazily. “So I think my puppy deserves a reward?” Tae nodded excitedly so I pushed him down so he was kneeling on the floor.

I stroked his hair out of his face. “I want you to suck me off, pup.” I said, tugging on his hair gently. His hair was always curly and floppy, always soft to the touch. I stroked my fingers through it lazily as he played with the zipper on my pants, before tugging at them to pull them down. I quickly stood up and allowed him to pull them down with my boxers before I sat back down.

His eyes widened when I came into his eyeline, his mouth instantly watering. His hand cautiously reached out and wrapped around me, giving me a few strokes. I inhaled sharply and hissed at the feeling of his calloused palm wrapped around me. “No hands, baby. Just your mouth.” I said after a few seconds, batting his hand away.

He set his hands on my thighs and sat up a bit so he was level with my dick. His mouth opened eagerly and before I knew it, the tip of my dick was engulfed in his warm, wet mouth. I tilted my head back and groaned, fingers tangling in his hair and tugging, earning some quiet moans from my puppy.

I looked down and saw his big eyes staring up at me as his mouth took more of me in. “Fuck, you look so pretty baby.” I cooed, tracing his lips that were stretched around me. “All stuffed full of my cock. I know you can take more though.” I gently pushed at his head, making him take more of me in until my tip hit the back of his throat. He gagged slightly as tears sprung from his eyes. “Now, you can stay just like that until Jungkook comes and then your real punishment can begin, hmm?”

Taehyung nodded, choking on my dick as it went further down his throat. “Careful pup. Don’t hurt yourself.” I said, wiping away the tears that were trailing down his face from the intrusion in his throat. He always looked so beautiful like this.

After a couple of minutes, Jungkook came into the room, his mouth opening slightly as he took in the sight in front of him. “Hey bunny.” I said, beckoning him over. “Doesn’t TaeTae look so pretty?”

“TaeTae always looks so pretty, master.” Jungkook said, his voice barely a whisper.

I took Jungkook’s hand and pulled him on the bed as I pushed Tae off of me. “Okay, here’s what is going to happen. Tae, puppy, you are going to sit on the other side of the bed and watch as I play with Koo until I decide that you can join us.” Taehyung nodded and scrambled to the other side of the bed, his cock hanging heavily between his legs, begging for release. It was a dark colour, signalling how desperate he was for release, but I wasn’t going to let him have it. Not yet. He got himself comfortable and was about to start stroking himself when I added the next part. “And no touching yourself, pup.”

Tae’s bottom lip started to wobble slightly. “Oh, please, master. Please. I need to cum so bad.”

I looked at him and smiled as I helped Kookie undress. “No, dumb pup. You’ve been naughty. You need to prove that you deserve it.”

Tae looked like he had been slapped. “O-Okay, master. I’ll be good.” He said, trapping his hands between his thighs and the mattress. Once I was sure that he wasn’t going to disobey my orders, I turned my attention back to a now naked Jungkook.

“Look at my beautiful boy.” I smiled as I stroked my hand down his chest, feeling his abs, before travelling down to his thighs to squeeze them gently. It was known that Jungkook had a thigh kink. He would always have to have his hands on someone’s thighs, squeezing them and sometimes sucking at them if we were having fun with each other. “He has such big thighs.” I bent my head down to suck at them, causing a whiny moan to spill from his parted lips.

“Master, please.” He looked at me with his doe eyes shining.

“Please what, bunny? Do you want master to touch you here?” I traced my finger along his dick, earning a quiet groan from him. His dick was long and pretty, the mushroomed head a darker shade than the rest of it. It twitched as I traced the vein along it. I trailed my finger down to his ass. “Or here?” I circled his hole, earning a moan and a breathy yes from him.

I hooked his legs over my shoulders and wrapped my lips around his hole, stroking my tongue over his puckered hole, making him jolt forward slightly. “Ah, Master.” He moaned as I licked at him. He tasted musty and his shower gel and something that was distinctly Jungkook. I prodded at his hole with my tongue before pushing it into him, licking at his walls, coaxing high pitched whines and moans out of him. “Master, I’m so close.” Jungkook cried out, so I pulled away, leaving his hole shining with my saliva.

“Bunny, do you want me to stretch you out first, or can you take me?” I asked, as I kissed him, slipping my tongue into his mouth so he could taste himself on my tongue.

“I can take it, master.” Jungkook said eagerly. I nodded and kissed him again as I pushed my dick against his hole. The head pushed past the ring of muscle with some resistance until I was fully sheathed inside of him. “Ah,” Jungkook had his mouth open in pleasure, beautiful sounds spilling out of me as he adjusted to my size. “You’re so big master. You stretch me out so good. Feel so full.”

He was so warm, wrapped around me, and so tight. He was always tight no matter how often we fucked him, or with how many dicks he was fucked with at once. I moved my hips back before snapping them back in, causing the both of us to moan. Each thrust got faster and harder until Jungkook was a moaning mess, writhing around beneath me.

There was a whimper from next to us and I looked up to see Taehyung, watching us while tears poured down his face. “Yellow.” Tae hated to be left out when he was in his subspace. He always had to be doing something and not just watching. “Master, please.” He begged when he saw me watching him. “Please, I’m sorry. Just let me join in.”

I looked at Jungkook who had been watching me and him carefully. “Shall we let him join us?” I asked the boy underneath me. He nodded eagerly.

“I wan’ him to ride me.” Jungkook requested. “While you fuck me.”

“Okay, bunny.” I said, stroking his hair. I pulled out of him carefully to get Tae and comfort him. “Hey, puppy, you’re okay. You took your punishment so well. Master is so proud of you.” I said, hugging him tight. “Such a good boy.” I kissed his lips gently as I wiped away his tears. “Especially for telling me you didn’t feel comfortable anymore.”

“Thank you, master.” Taehyung smiled at me, his eyes still slightly teary. I reached down and pumped him a bit, smearing his precum around his dick.

“Look how wet you are, puppy.” I cooed as he crawled over to Jungkook. He leaned forward to kiss Jungkook. While he did this, I squirted some lube on my fingers and pushed two into him, making sure he was properly stretched out. I thrusted them into him for a bit before adding a third. Once I was sure he was ready, I nodded at him. “Go sit on Kookie’s cock baby.” I said. He lowered himself down slowly, causing both of them to moan loudly. Once Tae was fully seated, I pushed myself back into Kook, making him moan again. “How are you feeling, bun?”

“Feels s’ good.” Kookie said, looking kind of spaced. “Please, ‘m green.” I began to move inside him, making him grip onto Tae’s thighs and moan out loud. Tae began to bounce on his dick, moans coming out of his mouth. I reached around and started to stroke Tae’s dick in time to my thrusts inside Jungkook. Tae’s moans got louder and louder, signalling he was getting very close. I could feel my lower stomach tightening, signalling I was about to come.

“Master, I’m so close.” Jungkook whined, earning a noise of agreement from Tae.

“You can both come.” I allowed, stroking Tae even faster. He began to shake as Kookie began to buck up his hips due to how close he was. I knew Tae would come extra hard if I talked dirty to him, so I did. Jungkook was already close to cumming, but as soon as Tae came I would finish so I didn’t want him to be overstimulated by it all.

“Tae, puppy. Get off Kookie a second.” I said, tapping his bum which was now starting to bruise. Tae looked over his shoulder at me, looking as if he might cry. “You still get to come, puppy. I just wanna see you. Get back on Koo facing me.” I explained. Tae nodded and got off, turning himself around before lowering himself back down. I caught sight of his beautiful face, his mouth open and eyes squeezed shut as Jungkook’s cock split him open. “Now lie down so your back is against Koo’s stomach.” Tae obeyed and let him lie back. “Koo, bun, lift up his legs so I can see your dick going into his pretty hole.” Kook obeyed, wrapping his arms around Tae’s thighs and almost folding him in half. I almost came at the sight in front of me. Tae’s hole was so stretched around Jungkook’s cock, making it become slightly swollen.

I smirked at Tae before stroking around his hole and Kook’s dick with my thumb. “So pretty, puppy, letting bunny stretch you out like this. I bet you can’t wait for him to fill you with his cum, painting your insides white. Or maybe you’d like both of us in there. Imagine how it would feel, both of us splitting your pretty hole open, gaping you out so much all our cum would just come back out of you. Both of our cocks rubbing against your walls.” I reached out and began stroking his cock, seeing his face scrunch up and his body tense. He was right on the edge. “I bet it would make you come instantly. We’d have to maybe put a cock ring on you to stop you cumming too early. But you’d like that wouldn’t you?”

“Yes, master. I’d love it.” Tae was breathless. “Oh, I’m so close.” He whined, letting his head tilt back on Jungkook’s shoulder.

“But we’d have to stretch out your little hole even more.” I smiled, pushing my thumb into his hole alongside Kook’s cock. Tae let out a scream, his body going still.

“You sound so pretty, TaeTae.” Kook said, stroking up and down his thighs. “Bet you’re so wrecked down there.” He reached down and pushed one of his fingers into Tae, next to mine. “Master, can we plug my cum inside him?” Kook asked.

“Of course we can bunny.” I said. “But we need this puppy to cum first.” I looked at Tae, whose body was jerking. “Aww, look at him. He’s going to come so hard.” I stroked him even faster before leaning down and taking his entire length into my mouth. I sucked hard, hollowing out my cheeks. Tae let out a silent scream as he came hard, his body shaking with the force of his orgasm.

I swallowed some of his cum, loving the salty tang of it before leaning over him to kiss Kook, transferring some to his mouth. Kook moaned at the taste, making Tae whine. Of course he wanted to have some. I moved to kiss Tae, transferring the last of it to his mouth. His throat bobbed as he swallowed.

“You’re such a cumslut, pup.” I chuckled, now starting to thrust hard into Kookie, chasing my own orgasm. Kookie’s breaths started coming out as short, high-pitched moans as his own orgasm drew nearer and nearer.

“I’m gonna cum, master.” Kookie warned as his hole clamped down on me, making me unable to move. The pulsing and constant contracting of his walls made me spill into him as he spilled into Tae. Both of us moaned as we released. I fell forward and leant my head on Tae’s stomach as I caught my breath.

“Both of you did so good.” I said as I carefully pulled out of Jungkook. “Koo, do you want a plug?” The boy nodded so I moved over to my bedside table and pulled out one of the four plugs I had in there. One for each sub. I walked back over to the pair who were still connected to each other. I pushed the trail of cum that had come out of Kookie back into him and pushed the plug into him.

“And me!” Tae exclaimed. I chuckled and got his out of the drawer.

“Alright, baby. Let’s get you off Koo, hmm?” I gently pulled him off Koo and pushed the plug into him. “How are you both feeling?” I asked, looking at both of them.

“Tired.” Tae replied.

“Good.” Jungkook replied at the same time. He had a sleepy smile plastered on his face.

“Okay, that’s good. Tae baby, you gotta stay awake for a bit longer. I need to clean you up, and put some lotion on you.” I said, gently stroking his hair as he looked at me with his eyes half shut.

He whined slightly, moving so he was sat on my lap. I could feel the plastic of the plug nestled between his ass cheeks pushing into my thigh. “Can I have a bath?” He asked, his head laying on my shoulder.

“Sure baby.” I said. “Do you and Koo want to have one together?” I looked at them both as they nodded their heads. “Alright babies.” I stroked Tae’s hair gently. “Let’s take these plugs out of you, okay?” Kook nodded and bent over slightly so I could pull it out of him. He hissed as his hole stretched around the bulbous plastic, followed by the dripping of my cum out of him. “Okay, KooKoo, why don’t you go and start the bath and I’ll get Tae ready.”

“Okay hyungie.” Jungkook pressed a quick kiss to my lips before padding into my adjoined bathroom and starting the bath.

“Okay, Taebaby, I need you to stand up.” I said softly to the sleepy boy on my lap.

He groaned and looked up at me, his eyes narrowed. “Why?” He asked.

“I need to take your plug out, love.” I said. “It’s going to hurt you later otherwise.” He opened his mouth to protest but I pressed a finger to his lips. “No buts baby, I’m taking it out.” I laid him down on the bed and gently pulled it out of him, allowing Jungkook’s cum to spill out of him.

“Want some.” Tae whispered, looking at me. I sighed and swiped some of the cum onto my fingers and let him suckle it off.

“Now, bath time.” I said, pulling him up so he was standing on his own two feet and leading him into the bathroom.

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A few hours later, we were all cuddled up in bed. I had had trouble falling asleep - the stress from losing all my work was still looming in the back of my mind. I had told my manager, but he must have been asleep when I sent the message.

Tae hummed in his sleep as he curled into my side even more, Jungkook spooning him from behind. They both looked peaceful as they slept, not a hint of worry on their perfect faces.

My phone began to buzz, cutting through the silent atmosphere like a hot knife through butter. I unwrapped Tae from around myself and sat up answering the phone. “Hello?” I asked in a hushed voice as I disentangled myself from the blankets.

“Yoongi-ah? I need those tracks by 8am in the morning. You’re going to have to keep working on them.” My manager said, sounding quite annoyed. My heart began beating faster as I felt the stress and anxiety begin to build back up inside of me. “You should have stayed later and fixed your mistake.” I slipped out of the room and closed the door.

“My mistake?!” I was pissed. It was not my fault that the systems crashed and deleted everything. Do I control all the computers at the company? No! If anything they should be badgering IT to see if they can recover some of the files. “The computers crashed as I went to save it. Can’t IT recover them? That is eight hours of work lost!”

“No they can’t. That’s why I’m calling. I need you to come in right now and try to redo them the same.” He requested. “I’m sorry about this, but I just need those otherwise you will miss the deadline and your mixtape will have to be delayed further.”

“I think we need to get better computers. Those ones are getting kind of old and slow.” I said.

“Don’t blame the machinery Yoongi-ssi.” He said shortly. “Come in now or no mixtape this year. And you wouldn’t want to disappoint ARMY, would you?”

I scoffed. Now he’s guilt-tripping me. “I’ll be in in about half an hour. Let me get changed and get my stuff together.” I said.

“Okay, I’ll be waiting.” He hung up the phone and I let out a noise of frustration before going back into the room, closing the door as quietly as I could so I wouldn’t wake up the sleeping babies. I looked over at the bed and let a fond smile ghost over my face. Taehyung’s hair had now flopped in front of his face and his arms were outstretched to the spot where I had previously been sleeping.

I felt bad for leaving them alone, but I really didn’t have a choice. I walked into my wardrobe and pulled out a sweatshirt and a pair of sweatpants and quickly changed into them. I pulled on a beanie and grabbed my lyric books before grabbing a pair of shoes and sliding them on.

I must have been a bit too loud because there was rustling in the bed and I saw Taehyung patting around with his hand. He sat up and squinted at me sleepily. “Hyungie? Where you goin’?” His voice was heavy with sleep. “What time is it?”

“It’s early, love. Go back to sleep. I need to go in to the studio.” I said, walking over to him to kiss him goodbye. “Come on lie back down.”

“But you were there all day yesterday.” He complained, whining slightly.

“I know, baby, I know. But all my work got deleted so I need to go back in to redo it.” I said. “And if I don’t meet the deadline then my mixtape will get pushed back even further and that wouldn’t be fair to ARMY.”

“But these songs aren’t even for your mixtape! They’re blackmailing you!” Taehyung exclaimed. “I wanna come with you.”

“Baby, I don’t know if that’s such a good idea.” I said, pushing his hair back out of his face.

“No it is! I could help you, and you always say two brains are better than one. We can get it done faster.” He argued, sounding determined. “And we can tell Kookie so he won’t get confused when he wakes up. We can leave him a note. Pleaseeeeee.”

I sighed. “Okay, fine. But get dressed quickly.”

Y/N POV:

I shivered under some of the clothes as I lay on the bench. I was too scared to sleep. He could appear at any moment and drag me home to give me the beating of a lifetime, and this time he could actually kill me.

Every time I heard footsteps I would freeze and not move, hoping that it wasn’t him, and that if it was, he wouldn’t see me. It was getting colder though, and I knew I would have to move in order to keep myself from getting hypothermia.

I knew there was one thing that would be able to calm me down, and it would also keep me warm. I rifled through my pockets, trying to locate my headphones. My fingers wrapped around the wire and pulled it out. I groaned. They were all tangled and knotted. I began to pick them apart, finally freeing the individual earbuds. I plugged it into my phone and scrolled through my music until I picked a song that I wanted to dance to. Spring Day. It cheered me up a lot, and I loved the dance.

The notes flowed through my body, twisting and turning to the tips of my fingers and the ends of my toes. My body moved like the waves in this ocean of music, bending and stretching at the crests and troughs. I loved it. As I danced, I allowed my thoughts to

I had started dance when I was three. My mother had insisted that I was going to be a prima ballerina, or a professional dancer in a company, so she had me enrolled in any kind of dance you could think of. Baby ballet, baby tap, baby jazz, baby contemporary, baby street dance, baby modern, baby music theatre. Most of my life was spent dancing. As I got older, she put me into singing, art and drama classes. I dropped some of the dance classes: tap, modern and jazz. I was happy.

Then came the arguments. My mother and father started arguing over the amount of money that was being spent on me. We were quite a well-off family, both of my parents has respectable jobs with a decent salary. Income was good, and there was even some wiggle room for nice holidays. That was, until my dad became addicted to alcohol and spent all of our savings on the drink until there was barely anything left.

My mother had to put some away secretly just to be able to pay for bills and my extra curriculars. But he found out, and that’s when the arguments started. I was eight at the time. He would accuse her of not trusting him, and she would accuse him of being an alcoholic and how that wasn’t a good environment for me to be in.

The arguing would last for at least three hours each night and would end with one of them storming out the house. Most nights it was my father - probably to get even more drunk. My mother would slam the door to their bedroom and dissolve into tears. I would hear her sobbing herself to sleep, but I was too scared to comfort her.

One day, after a year or so, my father stormed out that door and never came back. My mother said it was for the best; in my mind, though, it was my fault. I was the one who had all the dance lessons and singing lessons and drama lessons and art lessons. I was the one who was using all their money. He liked to tell me that when my mother would storm out. He also liked to hit me. When my mother found the bruises and cuts, she lost it. That was what caused the arguments to get worse.

Things got better after he left. My mother got happier, found a new boyfriend. He was nice, buying me the latest iPhone or laptop. We were all happy.

And then I met him. He was the perfect boyfriend: kind, loving, everything you would want. But that’s the thing about love. It’s blind. It would be a few months before I realised who he was behind the mask he put on everyday. I should have realised that the relationship was moving too quickly. He asked me to move in with him after we had been together for just three months. As soon as I set foot inside that house, the door locked behind me, and the key hidden somewhere I could never find it.

After a couple of weeks, the verbal abuse started. The name calling and insults and threats over something unimportant, like slightly burnt potatoes. I brushed it off as something normal. After all, it was my fault. I was the one who turned the oven up too high.

Then came the physical abuse. At first it started off as slaps and small beatings, but it eventually lead up to him getting out his belt and whacking it across my face every night before beating me up with his fists. I don’t know what exactly caused him to do it. Sometimes he said it was me looking at another man, and other times it was just because of my presence. Either way, it was my fault and I deserved them.

I tried to leave him. But he caught me, and I almost ended up in hospital from the force of his beating. My skin was mottled blue and purple for weeks. It was then I started self-harming. It was my fault.

I twirled as the song came to an end, catching sight of a figure standing in the shadow of the trees. My breath hitched in my throat. Had he found me? If he had, he was going to kill me for sure.

Yoongi POV:

Just as I had thought Tae had fallen asleep on my couch, bundled up in my hoodie about an hour after we arrived at the studio. We had already retrieved the majority of the songs though.

He had got to work immediately, perching on my lap as he sang the demo song over the backing music, which thankfully I had saved. I loved Taehyung’s voice - it was deep and sultry, which was actually something that contrasted greatly to his personality he showed in private. After we’d been working for about fifty minutes, he began to yawn, curling up and leaning against my shoulder, watching me put together the backing tracks and the vocals and moving things around to create the songs. His favourite was ‘Black Swan’.

“‘M sleepy, hyungie.” He mumbled against my collarbone.

I reached up and stroked his hair gently. “You can go and sleep on the couch. I’m almost done, baby.” He looked up at me through sleepily squinted eyes.

“You sure? I think I can stay awake a bit longer?” He said, yawning again. When he yawned he sometimes looked like a baby puppy.

“No, baby, you’re tired.” I said, rubbing his back. “Go on, do you want my hoodie?” I asked.

“Mhm.” He nodded his head. He slid off my lap and made grabby hands at my hoodie. I pulled it off, leaving me in my white v-neck top, and handed it to him. He pulled it on and lay down on the couch, closing his eyes and almost instantly falling asleep. I smiled at him fondly before turning back to my work.

I only had one song left to do - my solo song on the album. I searched through my files, only to realise that my work on it had all disappeared. I groaned and saved everything before shutting my computer down. I needed to go for a quick walk to clear my head. I turned to look at Tae, who was curled on the couch in a deep sleep. The park I would go to to clear my head is only a five minute walk away from here. I would be thirty minutes tops. He wouldn’t wake up hopefully, and if he did, I was only a phone call away.

I grabbed my extra hoodie and pulled on my jacket, gently closing the door to my studio. I walked out of the building and made my way to the park.

It was cold outside. The air bit at my exposed cheeks and nose as I walked. I pulled a mask on to insulate them. The park was calming and whenever I went there, it was quiet and if there was anyone there, they were elderly and didn’t know who I was.

I walked through the gate of the park, pushing the squeaky barrier open. It appeared deserted, which wasn’t surprising considering that it was four am. But I still kept my guard up; you never know what crackheads will be around.

I was walking through the trees towards my favourite thinking bench when I saw her. She was dancing to some very familiar choreography. I stopped in my tracks. She was a beautiful dancer. I watched, awestruck as she flawlessly twirled and flipped and turned. It was then I recognised it. It was Jimin’s choreography in Spring Day. She must be a fan. She twirled one last time and stopped, facing me. Her face twisted into a look of terror as she ran to gather her things. On the bench I noticed, was a backpack and a pile of clothes.

“Wait!” I yelled after her, chasing her to talk to her. It was clear that something was troubling her, and I wanted to help her, not caring that she was an ARMY. “Let me help you! Please!” I caught up to her at the bench, where she had slightly calmed down. As soon as we made eye contact, something strange happened. All the greyscale colours in my world that I had grown used to melted away. My eyes were filled with dark greens and blues, clearly because of the darkness, but the moonlight shone down on her.

She was breath-taking. Her hair was a shiny, vibrant, Y/H/C, and her eyes shone like Y/E/C gems. She was holding her breath in surprise, probably recognising who I was.

“You’re Min Yoongi.” She said. “You’re my soulmate. This can’t be happening.” She was shocked and confused.

But I didn’t know what to do. Now that I had found my soulmate, did that mean I had to leave the others? We had never discussed the possibility of this happening. I looked at the girl in front of me and decided that I couldn’t leave her. Not like this. She looked scared, and from the looks of things, she was homeless. I had to look after her. And I swore to myself that I would. Until the end of time.

#angst #fluff #yoongi x reader #moonlight #soulmate au #bts poly #bts ot7 #lil meow meow yoongi #switch!jin #dom!yoongi #dom!namjoon #dom!hoseok #sub!taehyung #sub!jungkook #sub!jimin

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leviackermanscleaningbuddy · 4 years

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BTS DRABBLE-Jimin

Jimin never falls in love. Not now, not ever. Especially now that the messy breakup with his most recent ex is over-it’s nothing but parties, blue skies, and freedom in his foreseeable future-just the way he likes it. That is, until he meets you by pure happenstance. And suddenly, he’s pretty sure he’s falling. The only problem? You know his ex. And it’s complicated.

Tags: BTS, Bangtan Boys, Bangtan Seonyendan, Bulletproof Boy Scouts, Beyond the Scene, BTS Drabble, Fluff, Park Jimin, Jimin, Jimin x you, Jimin x reader, BTS x you, BTS x reader, college au, boyfriend au, Playboy!Jimin

Genre: Fluff

Soundtrack: My Ex’s Best Friend by Machine Gun Kelly

Title: Can’t Get Enough of It

Jimin downs the rest of his drink, crinkling the plastic red solo cup easily in his fist, the sound muted underneath the harsh bass of the music that is pounding through the frat house in tempo with the strobe lights reflecting off the walls.

“Hey! Jiminie!”

Jimin rolls his eyes good naturedly, as Jungkook plops down onto the couch beside him, jostling him slightly, a giggling girl crowding in next to him, as they tipsily situate themselves on the couch.

Jungkook slings his arm around Jimin’s shoulders, and not realizing how loud he is speaking in his slightly drunken state, yells into his ear above the music, “Have you met Rosie yet?” He pulls on the girls hand, and she falls ungracefully into his lap, laughing giddily and looking up at Jimin with large, doe eyes, covered partially by long pink hair. “Rosie, Jimin. Jimin, Rosie.”

“Hey.” Jimin flashes her a grin, and she blushes, even though Jungkook is watching both of them, burying her face hurriedly in her boyfriend’s side.

Jimin is not surprised. Girls fall at his feet. It’s nothing new.

Smirking to himself, he throws his discarded plastic cup onto the floor, and patting the drunk Jungkook on the shoulder, leans into him, saying in his ear, “Imma hit up the beer pong. Don’t get too crazy without me.” He stands, and winking down at the still giggling, and blushing, Rosie, he raises a brow at the duo and says smugly, “If you’re gonna need another partner, come and find me.”

Leaving the couch, Jimin weaves his way between the grinding flush of bodies in the living room, high fiving a few other fraternity members, and slapping a couple of girl’s asses, on his way to the stairs that lead to the basement and the game room below.

It is quieter down here, the bass of the music slightly muted through the floors, but not by much.

“Damn!” One of the guys huddled around the large ping pong table roars out, throwing his fists into the air and crowing triumphantly, “A perfect shot! Drink up, bitches!”

“Tae.” Jimin comes up beside him, as everyone swigs the dark liquids in the red cups on the table. He glances at the present company, and realizes he knows pretty much everyone here. “You win again?”

“I’m winning.” Taehyung flashes him a large, boxy grin, and takes another gulp of his own drink, before he claps Jimin on the shoulder. “Oh, that reminds me.”

Taehyung glances around, and then waves someone over through the crowd.

Jimin recognizes the girl that Taehyung has been hooking up with consistently for the last several weeks, and offers her a slight smirk, as she approaches them, lacing her hand through Taehyung. ��Ah, yeah. I think we’ve met once. Jennie right?”

The girl nods, tossing a dark ponytail over her shoulder, and Jimin likes the fact that she seems to be confident, as she looks him in the eye and replies easily, “Yeah. That’s right.”

“Jennie brought a friend tonight.” Taehyung licks his lips and glances at Jimin, motioning with his head and clearly shooting him a look that says sleep with said friend or I will, even though his arm is snugly slung around Jennie’s shoulders. “Let us introduce you.”

“Oh, I know who he is.”

Jimin’s first thought when you step up beside the couple and he sees you is holy shit, she’s hot.

Followed quickly by the second thought-Shit, I’ve seen her before, and she doesn’t look too pleased to see me.

He watches as you fold your arms over your chest, red solo cup held daintily in the long fingers of one hand, and shoot him a look up and down. Jimin knows he is attractive-hell he knows how it feels to have every girl in the room looking at him-but somehow, your gaze doesn’t quite convey the feeling of admiration he’s used to receiving.

“You guys know each other?” Jennie asks, a slight question in her tone, as Taehyung looks nervously between the two of you.

“No.” You say firmly, shaking your head, and Jimin can’t help but notice the way your earrings dangle in the strobe lights overhead. “We don’t know each other. I’ve just heard of him.”

“You know Lisa.” Jimin finally manages to say, after feeling like he’s been staring at you for ages in silence. “Right?”

A smirk curls up the corner of your lips, and you flash him an almost amused look, as you take another swig from your drink. “We’re acquaintances. But trust me, Park Jimin, I’ve heard all about you.”

There is something about the way your red lips form a perfect bow around the lip of your cup that has Jimin wanting-no, needing-to know more.

Reaching up to rake a hand through blonde hair, he swallows, and then grinning at Taehyung and Jennie, leans forward to take you forcibly by the arm, even though subtly fight it, tensing beneath his grip. “Well, looks like we have some catching up to do. Talk to you guys later.”

“What are you doing?” You hiss out, heard only by him under the hum of the party, as he drags you toward an empty sofa in a darkened corner.

Jimin plops down amongst the worn cushions, pulling you unceremoniously down beside him, before he shoots you an amused glance. He can’t help it-the way your lips are pulled down into a stern frown, and the way your eyes are sparkling with flames as you shoot him a glare-has him feeling some weird way in the pit of his stomach.

You are something else.

“Tell me-” Jimin begins, glancing up and quieting as several noisy and drunk couples stagger their way by your couch. He refocuses, slinging his arm across the back of the couch behind your head, as he angles his body to face you, knees almost touching. “What was your name again?”

You scoff and roll your eyes. “(Y/N).”

“Pleasure.” He flashes you a grin-a grin that normally has the girls swooning-though it seems to take no effect on you. And Jimin likes that.

“Not mine.” You retort back, taking another gulp from your cup, as your eyes scan the party, and Jimin notes, briefly, that you seem stiff, as if you’re trying not to accidentally touch him.

This just makes him want to touch and dig and explore you even deeper than he had moments before.

It only propels him forward-the odd need swirling in his belly igniting into a flaming fire of possession.

“First off-” Jimin leans toward you, lowering his voice, and the corner of his lip rises in a smug smirk, as you lock gazes with him, and he can’t help but notice, being this close to you, how your lips are parted, as if you’re waiting for him to say something. “I’m not sorry.” He arches a brow at you, and lets his fingers that are dangling over your shoulder trace the outline of your bra strap beneath the thin material of the sweater you wear-an oddly simple gesture that suddenly has him aching with need.

You arch a brow in return, and your lips gap even more, before you ask curiously, “Sorry for what? Being a douche who sleeps with anything that moves?”

“Aha.” Jimin barks out a laugh, and he can’t help it, as his gaze drifts down the angles of your face to your lips. Something about you makes him oddly unfocused. “Funny. But I won’t apologize.”

“For being a dick?” You push onward, scoffing slightly, as you break his gaze, and swallow down the last of your drink.

“For trying to get to know you.” Jimin winks at you, and takes your empty solo cup, as you roll your eyes at his behavior. “Now. We’re both way too sober for this. Let’s get some more drinks.”

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“That is not what happened.”

Jimin doesn’t know if it’s the copious amounts of alcohol in his veins or if being with you makes him feel warmer, but he’s hot and flushed as he stumbles after you into the elevator, his voice louder than it needs to be in the quiet, slumbering atmosphere of the student apartment complex.

“Oh really?” You squint at him, and shove a finger into his face, as he clumsily reaches to push the button to close the doors. “Lisa told my roommate all about it. And you were a complete asshole.”

“No. No.” Jimin waves at you, or the slightly blurry outline of you, as you press pass him to push the button for your floor, and the smell of your perfume-floral and light and feminine-tickles his nose, and the warmth of your body pressed to his is enough to send him reeling, as if he’s had way more alcohol than he actually has. “Lisa likes to be dramatic.”

“So you’re telling me-” You stumble as the elevator sways into motion, and Jimin reaches out to steady you, although you shove his hand away. “Lisa lied about you sleeping with all those other girls?”

“Well, no.” Jimin admits, and his words slur together slightly, as he leans up against the wall beside you for support, the railing cold against his back.

“Aha!” You exclaim triumphantly, and the way your cheeks are red and the way your nose scrunches as you whirl to face him, has Jimin feeling like his heart is going to pound right out of his chest. “So you were a dick!”

“Okay, okay. I was a dick.” Jimin gives up, and you huff back against the wall beside him, as the elevator continues to tick its way upward.

It is silent for several moments, the two of you swaying unsteadily on your feet from the night of partying, and then Jimin-emboldened by the alcohol or something else-pushes himself off the wall and comes to stand in front of you.

“(Y/N)-” He begins to say, as the elevator sways harder than before, and he stumbles toward you, catching himself from falling into you with his palms against the wall on either side of your head. He glances down at you-your upturned nose, your cherry cheeks, and those damn, perfect lips-and suddenly, he doesn’t know what he was going to say.

“Don’t look at me like that.” You berate, your words running together, as you push weakly at his chest. “Stop.”

“Like what?” Jimin asks, suddenly bewildered, the alcohol muddling his senses and his thought process.

“Like you want to kiss me.” You state plainly, and at your words, Jimin feels as if he’s dizzy, and not just from the drinks.

“Like I want to kiss you?” He repeats softly, as if he didn’t hear your words the first time, and something inside his chest responds to those words, his heart beating loudly against his rib cage.

“Yeah.” You nod, and your voice is soft, and suddenly, Jimin is very aware just how close he is standing to you in the empty elevator. “Like you want to kiss me.”

The sound of the elevator beeping-letting you know you have reached your floor-jerks Jimin out of his trance, and before he can think about what he’s doing, he’s hitting the emergency button on the side of the wall blindly with his palm, and the elevator jerks to a halt, the doors locked in place.

“Did you just stop the elevator?” You ask in confusion, and your words are muddled, but the way you look at him has never been clearer.

“Yes.” He nods, and he feels heady, and brave, and right. “Don’t look at me like that.”

Your brow creases in confusion, and your lips part in that way that drives Jimin mad, and he can smell the sweet scent of alcohol on your breath, as you ask curiously, “Like what?”

“Like you want to kiss me.” He repeats your words from earlier, and your pupils widen against the color of your irises, and Jimin feels his gaze drawn once more down the features of your face and to your mouth. His tongue darts out to wet his lips as he stares at you. Shit, he can’t stop staring at you.

“I can’t.” You breathe out, and Jimin doesn’t think he’s heard you right, because he doesn’t understand what you’re saying.

“You can’t what?” He inquires, and his head suddenly feels much clearer than it did before, not muddled with alcohol, as his fingers on the wall beside your head tap impatiently, wanting to tangle themselves into your hair.

“Stop looking at you like that.” You reply simply, and the corners of those perfect lips curve upward into the start of a grin. “Because I do want to kiss you.”

Jimin still isn’t sure that he’s heard you right.

The dizzy feeling is back, and the smell of your perfume is strong in his nose, and his fingers-dammit, his fingers-are itching like crazy wanting to touch your skin, to feel your softness beneath their tips. And don’t even get him started on your mouth-those beautiful, pink, full lips with their parted entrance, practically begging him to make them his.

He doesn’t know if it’s the freeing influence of the alcohol-or his own intense need-that he has to thank for what he does next, but Jimin is suddenly crashing his mouth into yours, his body pinning you back against the wall of the elevator, his hands and fingers finally getting to feel the soft silkiness of your hair beneath their touch.

Your lips-the lips he has been admiring all night-are soft and pliable beneath his own, and you taste like chapstick and the drinks you have been downing all night and the intoxicating, heady flavor of something new.

Your arms wind around Jimin’s neck, and your fingers go into his hair, and the feel of your body-warm and soft-against his own, makes him feel as if he’s drunk all over again.

Your teeth nip his bottom lip, pulling at the plush skin, and Jimin feels need and hunger surge inside of him, and he can’t stop himself from groaning into your mouth.

He doesn’t know if it’s the alcohol or the fact that it’s you, but something about this is unlike anything he’s ever experienced before.

And like the warm feeling of alcohol making him forget all his worries, he wants more.

“Jimin.” You whine out beneath your breath, as he tugs your head back and runs his tongue down the column of your throat. He glances up at you and meets your dark gaze, and the way you’re trying to catch your breath between your lips does something insane to him.

“Would it be wrong if I came up with you?” He asks throatily, as he releases you, suddenly feeling more sober than before, his fingers still tangled into your hair.

You offer him the hint of a smile, and the way your lips pull up at the corners has him feeling heady all over again, and he has to stop himself from slanting his mouth over yours once more.

You reach behind him to press the safety button, and as the elevator resumes movement, and the doors begin to open, you reach out to pull Jimin toward you by the lapels of his jacket, covering his mouth once more with your own for a brief, urgent kiss that catches him off guard, and leaves him reeling.

You grin at him, as you stumble and push him toward the open doors of your floor.

“Not wrong at all.”

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thoughts-on-bangtan · 3 years

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Let’s talk about: RUN! BTS episode 125

by Admin 1 and Admin 2

So, episode 125 of RUN BTS aired yesterday and we thought it’d be fun to talk about it, share our favorite moments, things we noticed, and other miscellaneous things we thought would be nice to mention. The episode was filmed at their dorm and featured a special guest in form of Baek jong-won who is a famous Korean chef. The episode was special because of that, but also due to the fact that it was used to highlight Korean pork ham which uses the parts of pigs that usually don’t get chosen by restaurants and the average consumers, and also to honor Korean pig farmers in times of COVID.

The members were split into two teams, though Yoongi was missing in the episode which leads us to believe that the episode was likely filmed sometimes in December 2020 (as well as the fact that Tae had that pimple on his cheek which he also had in his birthday vlive). The teams—Tae, Jimin and Seokjin vs. Hoseok, Namjoon and JK—consisted of one person per team who knows what they are doing—Seokjin and JK—and two people with limited or a complete lack of knowledge in the kitchen. Each team was given a recipe they were supposed to cook using the aforementioned ham and that’s what they did, driving Chef Baek slightly crazy (but also making him seem endeared by Bangtan’s cluelessness and kind of lack of confidence within the kitchen) with their constant questions and requests for assistance.

Now that we have the general gist of the episode down, lets jump into the actual point of this post (it turned out quite long, if you don’t want to read the entire thing, perhaps at least read the last couple of paragraphs since they’re kind of important):

One thing that made both of us very, very happy was the fact that Tae was in an outstandingly good mood, cracking jokes and smiling the entire time. We’ve seen his quieter mood in episodes filmed in the first half of 2020, so seeing him this happy while filming this episode was truly amazing and once again made the episode even more special in that regard.

We also had Tae turn to Chef Baek and tell him about how his mom learned how to cook from him and if he could potentially get an autograph from him for his mom. This had Chef Baek all surprised and flustered, since he likely didn’t expect a member of the biggest group in Korea to want his autograph, saying that if anything shouldn’t he be the one asking this question. At that also Namjoon spoke up and quietly asked if he could get one for his mom as well since otherwise he wouldn’t be allowed to come home. In his vlive after the RUN episode was posted, Namjoon mentioned how yes, he did get that autograph in the end and that he also gave the knife to his mom as well since a knife like that is dangerous. Adorable.

At some point JK asked Chef Baek the golden question of whether or not he likes mint chocolate ice cream, followed by the question of pineapple on pizza, yes or no, and how that’s a question they are, for some reason, asked quite frequently when abroad. This was followed by Tae asking if he can eat eight crackers in a minute which led to the following commentary from Jimin:

Another detail we thought was quite funny was how instead of doing something related to cooking, Tae spent some time moving around the kitchen space cleaning away trash or washing dishes, therefore evading having to cook since it seems that isn’t his forte or he simply knew that Jimin and Seokjin would manage to do it just fine. But he did attempt to make rice, which though it turned out well, still was accompanied not only by him asking Chef Baek if he should use cold or warm water, but also Tae grabbing Jimin to ask him for help with the rice cooker.

Speaking of the rice cooker, the very one they used in the episode seems to be the same one they’ve been using since about 2014 and, if I remember correctly, might’ve been a gift from ARMY. This isn’t the only kitchen item they got from ARMY and still own and use to this day, since they also (among other things) have a set of colored bowls that can be seen standing on the shelves.

2014

2020

Something very endearing and cute though was Namjoon peeling a potato in tiny, which reminded me very much of that time around the campfire in Bon Voyage 4. Knowing Namjoon, looking at him peeling it so carefully, we were both kind of worried he might somehow hurt himself while doing it, which by no means is us trying to portray Namjoon as too stupid to do it or anything like that, but he himself said he isn’t that great in the kitchen after all.

After waiting for it since summer 2019, we finally also got a look at JK’s forearm and all the tattoos on it in HD, a big step up from looking at the blurry shots of it in Bon Voyage 4 or their refection in some microwave. ARMY on sns went crazy over it, most staying respectful while also curious, though of course there were also some idiots who felt the need to voice their negative opinions no one asked for. I think it’s an interesting step, and perhaps a really valuable one, that he felt confident and assured enough to show them to us instead of having the editors blur them like they’ve done so in episodes of In The SOOP (both the TV and Weverse versions).

At the end of the episode they all sat down together so that Chef Baek could try their dishes, with someone asking him if maybe they could all win those special engraved knives after all but Chef Baek seemed adamant about how only one team can win. While he tried their dishes Chef Baek complemented different things that the members had done well, leading Seokjin to turn red as he does whenever someone complements him, as well as Jimin looking fond and proud of Tae when Chef Baek complemented something Tae had done and they even high fived each other. Very cute and supportive, love that.

Before he chose a winner, everyone in their respective teams held hands and waited in anticipation to see who won. Thanks to editing we didn’t see the moment of Chef Baek raising the winner’s hand, which created a comedic moment where Seokjin stood up yelling triumphantly just to be very confused when also the other team was cheering. Meaning in the end all of them won and received the knives, including Yoongi despite him not being present. The teams stood up for group hugs where, I don’t know if you noticed, but we thought it was quite cute how vmin hugging seemed so natural and like something they’ve done this way a million times already with Jimin slotting his shoulder below Tae’s arm and his body against Tae’s “automatically” while being a little unsure what to do with his other arm before moving it to pull Seokjin into the hug as well. It’s these little things about Tae and Jimin that get us, you know.

Also someone pointed out a cute parallel between a famous vmin hug picture and Jimin’s arm/hand on Tae’s back during the group hug that I thought we’d show you as well.

Something I think this episode showed us in terms of vmin content is that, even if there aren’t many obvious “moments” (due to obvious reasons I kind of really don’t like that term but for a lack of a better one…), it’s still clear to see in the background how they gravitate toward each other, which of course you can argue was because they’re in the same team, but that doesn’t change the fact that Tae or Jimin could’ve just as well interacted with/asked Seokjin for things or giggled with him, but instead they still had their little moments with each other, while of course also interacting with Seokjin. We’re definitely curious if the Behind cut will show us some more of the vmin moments that we just got glimpses at in the background in the main episode.

As for namjin, since they were on different teams, there weren’t really any interactions between those two but that’s okay. Their interactions with their own teammates were great enough, Namjoon’s team trying to include him in the process even if he himself said the only thing he actually did was peel those potatoes.

A final thing we’d want to mention is a glimpse we got of the sheer number of cameras and people that were present in the background while they were filming this episode, which are likely also present during every other episode and piece of content they film. Looking at that, it doesn’t surprise us in the slightest that vmin (and even namjin, and the other members) might not be as eager/willing to show the true version/amount of affection they have for each other. I mean, who would want to showcase themselves in such a manner in front of so many lenses and eyes, even more so since for the filming of this episode surely also staff belonging to Chef Baek were present?

I think it’s important to keep these things in mind when we discuss vmin (and namjin) interactions in most of their content. Since we usually don’t see their staff and cameras, it creates this illusion of it just being them present and doing their thing, when in reality they are constantly being watched by a number of staff and cameras. Would you really want to be all over your soulmate while you’re being watched like that? Especially in more meaningful ways? Surely these things were easier for them when they were younger, a little greener and more inexperienced, so to speak, and not yet quite so (potentially) emotionally involved with each other, but now? After?

It certainly explains quite a bit of what some insist on classifying as “cold” or “distanced” behavior, doesn’t it? It’s easier to play the role you created for yourself and, in a way, use as shield (BTS V and BTS Jimin, BTS RM and BTS Jin) instead of showing your private (Kim Taehyung and Park Jimin, Kim Namjoon and Kim Seokjin) emotions and behaviors with each other, you know what I mean?

All in all, it was a really, really fun episode that had us howling with laughter.

#bts #bangtan sonyeondan #vmin #taehyung #jimin #namjoon #seokjin #bts run #bts run episode 125 #some thoughts on the episode

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wonwooslibrary · 3 years

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high school sweethearts

member: joshua x female reader

genre: fluff, comedy, high school AU, non-idol AU

word count: 1778

warnings: alcohol / drunk seungcheol

inspiration: the audio for the hallway scene was inspired by this video

summary: you and your husband, joshua flash back to the night of your prom ten years ago.

author’s note: idk why I decided to do this lmao but happy birthday shua! please enjoy this small piece I wrote in like ten minutes. this is so bad I am so sorry

Neither you or your husband were fancy restaurant people. Both you and Joshua spent little to no time at home besides sleeping. After years of many dates of trying to dress up and go out, you both decided that going out was not your thing. So, for your five year wedding anniversary, you decided it would be best to just stay home.

The time spent sitting on the couch in the living room, a bag of chips and a jar of dip between you while a cliché hallmark Christmas movie was playing on the TV was more than wither of you could ask for.

Suddenly, Joshua looked over at you and moved his hand to brush a strand of your hair out of your eyes. When you looked at him, he smiled, a look of pure love taking over his face.

“Do you remember prom?” he asked you, his eyes glossing over a bit.

“I remember Jeonghan spiking the punch, Seungcheol getting drunk and, uh, the rooftop.”

When Joshua asked a seventeen year old you to go to prom with him, you were freaking out.

“It’s Joshua Hong!” you exclaimed to your friend, “I am not going to survive this night.”

“Y/n! you’ve been best friends with him for how long? Almost what, nine years?”

“Almost seven.” you corrected.

“Whatever! you’re insane if you can’t clearly see that he has the same feelings for you that you have for him!”

“Mhm, yeah, right.” you replied sarcastically.

“What did you tell him when he asked?” your friend questioned you, her hands on your shoulders shaking you.

“I said maybe.” you responded in a quiet voice.

“Maybe? Nu-uh. No way. You’re going to call him and tell him you’re going to prom with him!”

Three days after that phone call, your friend took you out to buy a dress and get your nails done. You didn’t see why you had to get your nails done and you definitely didn’t see why all of this was coming out of your wallet. but of course, as your friend, she spent the whole trip obsessing over the fact that you were going to prom with Joshua Hong. “You have to look perfect!” she’d exclaim.

The night of the event wasn’t nearly as grand as everyone would expect it to be. A high school prom being held in the gym that smelled like dirty socks and disappointment. Of course, you did have one of the prettiest dresses at the event, though unless you wanted to spend another hundred dollars, it needed to be returned to the boutique by three in the afternoon the following day. You kept stumbling in the heels that were definitely too high for you to walk in, and you decided that if it wasn’t for you holding on to Joshua’s arm with dear life, you would have faceplanted into the gym floor at least ten times by now.

By the time the event actually started, you had given up on all hope of enjoying the night. It was loud, and the teacher chaperones were being to controlling over the room of teenagers. You didn’t fail to notice that a teacher had to come up to Soonyoung and tell him that he can’t take the whole dance floor for himself almost five times throughout the night.

Though the chaperones were being controlling, they clearly didn’t check people’s bags and IDs when entering the building. And they clearly didn’t notice the bottle of vodka Jeonghan pulled out of his bag and dumped into the punch bowl.

Now if the room wasn’t loud enough, it was about to get a lot worse.

You and Joshua sat on the floor of hallway right outside the gym. The closed doors made the hallway much quieter with only muffled sound of the music able to be heard. You glanced around the empty hallway, until Joshua began talking.

“Being in school after school hours and on weekends always seems so surreal, doesn’t it?” He questioned you, loosening the black tie that was around his neck.

“It does. Especially with us being dressed up and the teachers not.” you replied.

The hallway became quiet once more. Though this didn’t last long until two loud voices were heard while the doors to the gym were shoved open.

Running out the door was a very drunk Seungcheol, with three teachers running after him through the rest of the school. Also exiting the gym were two of your friends, Jimin and Taehyung, that both happened to be in your class. Though instead of running, the two males pushed the door slightly open and called out to you and Shua.

“The teachers found Jeonghan’s empty bottle of vodka.” Taehyung started. “I don’t think Cheol is going to last for any longer before he trips and gets caught.”

You and Joshua looked at each other and began laughing. Of course your best friends would do something this stupid on prom night. Joshua stood up, brushing off his slacks before offering his hand to you in order to help you up from the floor. You took his hand and quietly thanked him.

“We’ll be back in the gym in a little bit, guys” Joshua told Jimin and Taehyung, who both simply nodded and went back into the gym.

Your best friend offered you his arm, and you began walking in the opposite direction that Seungcheol ran.

“Damn it!” he exclaimed suddenly. You looked over at him curiously.

“What?”

“I owe Jeonghan twenty bucks now.”

“What did you and Han bet on this time?”

“Who would get drunk first. I bet on Soonyoung, and Han bet on Seungcheol.”

You rolled your eyes. “Soonyoung. I’m kind of surprised he didn’t get drunk first.”

Your walk became quiet once again. Joshua brought you to the stairs of the school that led to the roof.

“Have you ever been to the roof?” he asked, pulling a key out of his pocket and putting it into the keyhole.

“I’ve been to the door, but I’ve never been outside. How’d you get a key?”

“I know a few people.” you giggled at his answer.

When you both got outside, there was two lawn chairs and a table waiting for you.

“Sit with me?” Shua looked at you and tilted his head towards the chairs.

You quickly agreed. Once you both sat in the chairs, Joshua started a conversation.

“You know,” he started, “Now that prom is almost over, we only have a few weeks left before we graduate.”

“Yeah, I know. I am going to miss it here, no matter how much I hated it some days.”

“Do you think we’ll ever see each other after we graduate?” Joshua questioned, turning his head to face you and brushing a small strand of hair out of your eyes and putting it behind your ear.

“I haven’t thought about it, but I hope so. I want to be able to see everyone again.”

“Me too.”

“I wonder if Soonyoung got kicked out for kicking people off the dance floor yet. and I wonder if the teachers found out the vodka was Jeonghan’s.”

“oh Jeonghan, as much as he is a brother to me, he is an idiot.”

You laughed at Joshua’s words, when suddenly an idea came to your head.

“Shua! we haven’t danced yet!” you said, standing up out of the chair and grabbing your phone off of the table. You began playing one of your favorite slow songs and turned the volume on your phone all the way up. “Dance with me?” you asked him, holding your hand out for him to grab.

He took your hand and pulled you close to him. He wrapped his arms around your waist and began to move you with him.

You placed your head on his chest, your eyes falling shut to the soft sound of the music and his heartbeat. Joshua placed his chin on your head, breathing in the sent of your vanilla shampoo.

“Y/n-ie,” Shua started.

“Hmm?” you softly questioned, seemingly half asleep.

“I love you.”

You smiled and moved to face him.

“R-really?” you stuttered your way through your reply.

“Why wouldn’t I?” he replied, putting a finger under your chin. He leaned forward and placed his lips on top of yours. The kiss lasted mere seconds, and then he pulled away.

“Let’s get you home.” Shua stated as he took your hand in his and pulled you towards the door.

You got outside (and on the ground) fairly quickly, Joshua shedding off his jacket and putting it over your shoulders, only for you to put it on. All of a sudden, he took off running out of the parking lot and down the street.

“Shua! wait for me!” Joshua was running down the sidewalk as fast as he could, leaving you behind in the dust.

“Ditch the shoes and start running then!” he called out to you, already at the end of the street.

You sighed. “Fine!” you bent down to undo the buckle on your heels, right first, then left. When you glanced back up, Joshua was waiting for you, his shoulder leaning against the stop sign that was significantly taller than him.

You looked at him, admiring his outfit, without realizing that he is doing the same to you. He was dressed nicely, the white button down he is wearing now wrinkled and the black slacks tight around his thighs. His tie is more loose than it was in the hallway. When you looked at his face, you noticed him looking at you. He smiled and waved his hand, motioning for you to run and catch up with him.

You picked your heels up off of the ground and laced your fingers around the straps. You used your free hand (and the fingers that were not carrying your shoes) to lift up your long dress. You began jogging to catch up to him, your hair quickly falling out of the fancy up do it was in.

When you got to the stop and stood next to Joshua, he took your hand again and began walking towards your house.

“Damn I kind of forgot about Jimin and Taehyung. We didn’t even meet them back in the gym like we said we would.” Joshua laughed.

“We weren’t the smartest back then, were we?”

“We were just two stupid teenagers in love.” Joshua put his arm around you and pulled you close to him, the bag of chips quickly falling to the floor.

You cuddled up to him and put your head on his chest.

“I love you, Shua.” you whispered.

“I love you too, Y/n.”

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A Thousand Springs – Part 20

Pairing: BTS x Reader/OT7 x Reader

Warnings: Heavy, heavy angst (seriously, the ending is not for the faint-hearted), mentions of blood, violence and suicide

Word Count: 5.5K

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(picture credit: photograph by Mok Jung Wook for TIME Magazine)

Warm. That was the first thing you noticed the next morning. You felt incredibly warm. You blinked as bright rays of sunlight hit your face and sprinkled the room with light. Your gaze slid down your body and immediately you saw an arm wrapped tightly around the middle of your body. You turned your head and saw that Taehyung lay snugly nestled beside you. You raised one hand and brushed the hairs from his face, which were standing out in all directions due to sleep.

It took a moment before you stopped in your movement. Wait, Taehyung? Your gaze fell to your other side where Jimin lay, his head at the spot where your shoulders and neck met. His warm breath met your skin at regular intervals. When you saw them sleeping so peacefully beside you, your heart leapt with joy. You remembered the previous evening and the words you had exchanged with Jimin. You couldn’t stop the smile from spreading across your face.

You closed your eyes again and enjoyed the moment of feeling the warmth of the two men beside you. Their regular breaths calmed you down and you felt yourself drifting back to sleep.

“Hey, don’t fall asleep again,” you suddenly heard a voice and immediately you opened your eyes again. Confused and still sleepy, you looked at Namjoon, who sat on the edge of the bed watching you with a warm smile.

“How long have you been sitting there?” you asked in a hoarse voice, not yet fully functional from the deep sleep.

He shrugged his shoulders. “Maybe five minutes. You’re hard to wake up,” he said laughing, “almost as difficult as those two.” He made a chin movement towards the two men next to you.

It was quiet for a moment and you hardly dared to ask, so much you enjoyed the closeness of the two. But you knew that time did not stand still. “Do we have to go?”

Namjoon nodded and gave you a wistful look. “You get ready, I’ll take care of these two sleepyheads.”

You laughed and tried to carefully free yourself from Taehyung’s clasp. In vain. The moment you tried to release Taehyung’s hand from your hip, his grip immediately strengthened. He muttered something before pressing his face into your neck. “Tae,” you said softly and tried to shake him awake. That too, in vain.

“You won’t get far with that volume,” Namjoon explained to you, whom you looked at seeking help. He sighed before he got up from the bed and tore the blanket off you. Both men next to you muttered something incomprehensible and Taehyung wrapped his leg around yours.

“Well done, Namjoon,” you said laughing when you couldn’t move at all anymore.

“We’ll have that fixed in a moment,” Namjoon assured you, but he was interrupted by Jungkook who came through the door just then.

He took a quick look at the three of you in bed before a grin spread across his face. A moment later he lay across you three, and you definitively had the feeling of being crushed and the fear of never being able to leave the bed again.

“Jungkook,” Namjoon groaned and pulled the youngest back to his feet. Taehyung and Jimin next to you stirred again and it seemed as if the hubbub had finally woken them both up. You seized the opportunity and released yourself from Taehyung’s grip. With a laugh you noticed the two men complaining about your sudden disappearance before you went out the door.

∞ ∞ ∞

A little later you all sat spread out on two cars and made your way to the shopping center. You remembered going there a few times. Especially at the beginning of college you liked to study in one of the cafés there, before you eventually withdrew into your own four walls. That’s why you felt a little nostalgic when Hoseok drove into the mall’s parking garage.

“I have the perfect store in mind where we can look for dresses,” Taehyung said, intertwining your hand with his and almost dragging you to the elevators. The store he meant looked more than fancy from the outside and you knew you would never have gone in there alone. You had always avoided such high-priced stores. So you were surprised when a lady, around her early sixties, came up to you and welcomed you.

“What may I help you with?” she asked and smiled at you. “I assume you are looking for a dress for the young lady here?”

You returned her smile and nodded, immediately a touch more relaxed as her warm and open nature swept over you. “Do you have anything special in mind?”

“Surprise us,” Namjoon said, winking at the lady. She giggled and made a waving hand movement in his direction before turning around and walking to the rows of dresses.

“Have you never been to balls before, Noona?” Jungkook asked, who brushed his hand over one of the dresses. He looked up when you didn’t respond straight away.

“Not really,” you dodged the subject and turned your gaze to the many different fabrics and styles as well. “Somehow it was never really my thing…”

“You’ll like this, trust us,” Jin joined in and gave you an encouraging smile. Before you could respond, the elderly lady came up to you, a dress in her arms that made her whole dainty figure sink under it.

“Here is the first dress, would you like to try it on?”

You took the dress from her with a smile and gently stroked over the soft fabric. It almost felt like water gliding through your fingers, so soft it was.

“The dressing rooms are over there,” the lady pointed out. As you stood in the spacious, separated rectangle, your heart was pounding up to your neck. You didn’t really know why, the nervousness of the evening ahead caught up with you. Your trying on dresses made the whole situation all too real.

You took one deep breath before you changed. You had to suppress a sigh when the soft fabric enveloped you and sat on you like a second skin. The dress was floor-length and had long sleeves, which were made of lace. When you straightened your shoulders, the only thing missing was to close the corset. A bit sceptical you examined yourself in the mirror. The dress looked noble in its pleasant dark blue and you were surprised how well it underlined your skin tone. Yet you could not shake the feeling that this was not the right dress for you.

You flinched when you were suddenly brought back by the lady’s voice. “Shall I help you tie up the dress?”

“Yes, please,” you said, quieter than you had planned, but she had heard you and drew the curtain aside and entered the dressing room quickly. She inspected how the dress fit you and a smile spread across her face.

“It fits very well,” she praised and tugged at the fabric here and there to check her statement once more. “The clasp is a bit tricky, especially on your own. But you have some lovely men to help you,” she laughed at you in the mirror. You gave a little laugh from yourself as you shyly lowered your gaze.

You felt her fingers on the back of the dress and you drew in the air in surprise as she pulled on the laces and you felt as if she was squeezing your chest a few inches tighter. She laughed at your stunned reaction. “I’m sorry, but this has to be tightened,” she apologized when she started tying the back of the dress. With every centimeter that she tightened the dress further, you felt your lung capacity drop.

“But breathing would still be nice,” you said breathlessly, pressing your hand to your hips to check how tight the corset of the dress was.

“But it’s worth it,” she said finally when she was finished and took a few steps backwards. “Turn once.” You complied with her request and she examined you thoroughly from head to toe. “Shall we see what the others say?”

She pushed the curtain to one side and you were surprised to see the men in front of you spread out on the sofas and armchairs. Their eyes were on you when they heard the sound of the curtain. For a moment no one said anything and you stepped nervously from one leg to the other. “So?” you asked, nervously chewing on your lower lip. To your surprise, it was Yoongi who stood up and came towards you. He put one hand on your waist and pulled you closer so he could whisper in your ear.

“As excellent as that dress looks, I’d much rather see you without it,” he breathed and you felt your heart accelerate. You felt the blood rush to your cheeks and stared at the blond man. He grinned at you and you smiled back embarrassed. Your heart was beating as the others joined in to see the dress up close.

Jimin looked at you with narrowed eyes and mumbled something about that he would be right back. Confused, you looked after him and a few seconds later he came back to you with a dress in his arms. Wordlessly he held the dress out to you. “Thank you,” you said softly, still surprised by Yoongi’s statement and went back to the dressing room.

The lady helped you with the corset and took the dress back before leaving you alone again. With some restraint, your eyes fell on the flashy red fabric before you started to put it on. If you wouldn’t feel it yourself, you would find it impossible that the fabric was even softer and more comfortable on your skin than the dress before. This dress was also long, probably a bit too long, and lay close to your body. It did not feel uncomfortable at all. It was as if the cut supported and emphasized all your curves and concealed parts that you always looked at in the mirror with a slightly too stern look.

Your fingers stroked over the high slit on the side of the dress, which even reached all the way up your thigh. You bit your lower lip, unsure, as you looked at yourself in the mirror; you looked sexy. You felt sexy, too. But was the dress really appropriate for a ball with the work colleagues of the seven men?

One big plus, though, was that you could breathe. You never thought that was a criteria. Naive as you were, you’d assumed it was a given.

“What kind of suits do you wear?”, you heard the lady ask the seven men. “They have to match with the dress,” she added with a little laugh.

“Probably simple black,” explained Namjoon. “The focus is on her,” he added so quietly that you almost didn’t hear it.

You could feel the blush rise to your cheeks with Namjoon’s comment. The seven always made you feel like you were their center. And they never hesitated to let others know as well.

“Can I come in?” you heard the woman behind the curtain ask.

You answered yes to her question and she helped you fasten the clasp of the dress again. With her trained fingers, she straightened the sleeves of the dress so that your shoulders were exposed.

“Well, if the others don’t like that,” she said smiling, “then I don’t know.”

With your heart pounding, you stepped out of the dressing room. You had to refrain from laughing when you saw out of the corner of your eye how Jungkook’s jaw dropped. The other men also seemed speechless. Only Jimin had a grin on his lips and seemed more than satisfied with himself.

“Do you like it?” you still asked, though the men’s reaction gave enough answer.

“It’s perfect,” it came from several mouths at once and you had to laugh.

∞ ∞ ∞

Your feet ached after all that walking back and forth and exhausted you let yourself fall onto one of the benches. You were glad that the others took care of the bags and that you could at least still feel your arms. Jin had left to get food in one of the many restaurants of the mall a few minutes ago. The rest of you were sitting on two benches with a small plastic table between you. A bit restlessly you distributed your weight from one thigh to the other before you looked up.

“I have to go to the toilet, I’ll be right back,” you excused yourself and stood up. You were a bit confused when immediately Hoseok and Jimin jumped up with you and joined you. “The toilets are just over there,” you explained to them and pointed in the direction. “You don’t have to come with me.”

Hoseok shook his head disapprovingly. “We’re coming anyway.” His tone did not allow any further objections and you sighed. You were just hoping that they didn’t insist on going in the restroom with you. So you exhaled with relief when they assured you to wait right outside the door. If you needed anything, you should just call. For whatever reason you would need help in the bathroom.

The relatively large restroom was empty except for one woman who was standing in front of the mirror washing her hands. No David waiting for you in the ladies’ room. For a short moment the horrifying image came to your mind of David looking down at you from over one of the toilet cabins. You shivered and reached for the toilet paper. In the middle of the movement you paused as you listened to the sounds outside the cubicle.

You didn’t hear anything and that’s what made you wonder for a moment. Had you perhaps simply not heard it when the woman had left the restroom? You strained your ears further, but apart from your quiet breathing and the muffled noises in the mall, you could not hear anything. As quietly as possible, you put your clothes back on and flushed the toilet. The loud noise made you flinch.

You took a deep breath and opened the door. Immediately you looked at the row of sinks directly opposite the toilet cubicles. Your heart was beating faster when you saw the woman who hadn’t moved in those few minutes. You tried not to let it show when you walked carefully to the sinks as well. You made sure to leave a few sinks free between you and the strange woman so that you were not standing right next to her.

When the cold water hit your hands you tried to watch the woman from the corners of your eyes. It was strange. It seemed as if she was just standing there. You didn’t want to stare and that she might even notice. But you were sure she wasn’t moving. Not at all.

You felt your own heartbeat in your throat as you turned off the water and reached for the paper for your hands when the woman suddenly started to speak.

“Are you Y/N?”

You stopped moving; you were completely frozen, your one hand still on the way to the paper dispenser. You took one deep breath before drying your hands as relaxed as possible. “Sorry, I think you have me confused with someone else,” you stammered. You were glad that you had turned your back on her and she could not see how your eyes had widened in horror.

“Are you sure? You fit the description perfectly,” said the woman and you had to suppress the need to turn 180 degrees immediately when you heard how close she suddenly was to you. She had come at least a few meters towards you.

Slowly you turned around and flinched imperceptibly when she stood not even one meter away from you.

“What description?” you said. Even though you didn’t touch the wall behind you, you could almost feel it in your back. It was like a barrier that trapped you and prevented you from escaping.

“David’s,” she said, making it sound as if it was the most normal thing in the world. And actually it should have been. You should have realised that David knew where you were at all times. That you were nowhere safe from him and that every moment, no matter how small, without the seven men, he took advantage of it.

You didn’t know what to say. All the words that formed in your head couldn’t get out of your mouth. Your tongue stuck to your palate and you were afraid to swallow it. Was such a thing even possible? To swallow your own tongue while being conscious? In any case, you felt as if the muscle would slip down your throat at any time and you would die miserably on the dirty floor tiles of a mall. But probably better than continuing to talk to the woman David sent.

“What do you want?” you managed to say. Your hands trembled and you clenched them into fists, hoping the woman wouldn’t notice.

The woman in front of you began to smile and a shiver ran down your back at the sight. The smile was crooked and… somehow not right. Something about her expression worried you and made your blood freeze in your veins. When you looked into her eyes, two lifeless eyes stared back at you.

“It’s best if you come with me,” she said and reached for your wrist. You could react just in time and turned to the side so that her hand reached for nothing.

“No,” you said and tried to push yourself past her, but her reaction speed was unbelievably fast. You felt a strong pressure on your shoulders when you were suddenly pushed backwards against the wall. All of your breath escaped on impact and your eyes closed for a moment with the pain that shot through your body.

“You stay right here,” growled the woman through clenched teeth. “Or do you want something to happen to her?”

This comment made your eyes flutter open. Speechless you looked at the woman and suddenly you were not so sure anymore whether you really had the woman in front of you or someone else. Someone you never wanted to see again.

“David?” you asked, and your voice was nothing more than a whisper. But the woman did not answer your question and grabbed your upper arms, hard. She squeezed the flesh between her firm grip and you wanted to scream. Your scream got stuck in your throat when the woman pushed you hard against the wall again.

“Hoseok, Ji-“ you wanted to shout but your cry for help was interrupted by something hard that hit your face. Your arm shot up and you grabbed your face and you were glad when you didn’t have blood on your fingers. Had that woman just elbowed you in the face?

With your eyes wide open, you stared at her.

“Call for help again and I’ll smash your face on the sinks over there so that you’ll never be able to call for help again,” she warned you with a growl.

You still held your cheek protectively, fearing the woman would strike again. “What did David mean when he said that something would happen to you?”

For a brief moment another emotion seemed to replace the distorted masquerade on her face. Fear. Pure panic was visible one moment and gone the next. Oh, God, the woman still seemed to be there, in her mind. She seemed to hear everything and could not fight back.

“Who knows, there are enough possibilities,” the woman explained to you in a monotone voice. “Maybe I’ll throw myself in front of a car right right outside the mall,” she started and looked almost thoughtfully to the side.

“I don’t care,” you whispered, even though the opposite was true. You didn’t know this woman, but you didn’t want anyone to get hurt. Especially not because of you.

The woman looked back at you and for a moment she looked at you blankly. Then she closed her eyes briefly and when she opened them again, tears welled up inside. “Please,” she suddenly begged and was shaken by sobs, “please, follow his instructions! I have a little daughter at home! I cannot die!” She pressed her hands to her mouth to muffle her sobs.

You felt your own tears burning in the corner of your eyes. You stood helplessly watching that woman. Hesitantly you raised one hand and wanted to calm her down. “Okay, I’m coming with you,” you admitted defeat. “There are two men at the door, we have to take another way.”

The sobbing stopped immediately. And so did the tears. The distorted grin reappeared as quickly as it had disappeared a few moments earlier. “There you go,” she said and her voice sounded anything but weepy and desperate.

Your heart stopped for a moment when you understood that it was all just an act. Acting or one of David’s techniques. You didn’t know which was worse. You didn’t even want to think about how much power David must have to control a person this much.

The woman grabbed your wrist and this time you were too stunned by the sudden change of emotion that you couldn’t react and avoid her. She clasped it tightly and pulled you towards a door that was next to the cubicles, probably leading to a staircase only used by employees. You struggled and braced yourself against her pull.

“Don’t make it harder than it is,” the woman commanded and pulled you closer to her with a jerk. You didn’t dare to call for help one more time. Her warning had burned itself into your head.

“Let me go,” you said just as forcefully, but you knew that the woman before you was much stronger than you.

“Stop it,” cried the woman as you grasped her hand with your free hand and tried to release her fingers from your wrist. She cried out as you pulled one of her fingers painfully upwards and you heard it crack loudly in the room. “You little bitch,” she screamed and released her grip around you.

You spun around and had your eyes firmly fixed on the exit door. But you didn’t get two feet before you felt two strong hands on your back pushing you forward. With a scream, you were hurled towards the sinks. You closed your eyes and all you heard was glass shattering and falling to the floor. You felt a stabbing pain in your forehead and palms, but you didn’t dare to open your eyes.

“Hey!”, a voice echoed loudly across the room and you flinched. “Not one step closer.” Hoseok. You wanted to breathe a sigh of relief, but the pain that ran through your body was too strong and paralyzed everything else.

“Baby,” you heard a voice close to you and suddenly a hand was on your cheek. Your eyes flew open and only now did you feel the tears running down your cheeks. “Let me see,” Jimin said softly and you concentrated on his dark hair that fell lightly into his eyes. His lips were pressed into a thin line as his gaze brushed across your face.

“Hobi-Hyung!” he yelled and a second later the brown-haired man knelt beside Jimin, his worried look lying on you. “She’s bleeding,” he said and you knew he must be right. One side of your face felt hot and wet and out of the corner of your eye you saw the blood dripping onto the floor tiles beneath to you.

“Tell the others, I’ll take care of her,” Hoseok said without taking his eyes off you.

You shook your head and immediately regretted it. A stabbing pain flashed through you and you squinted your eyes. “Don’t,” you spoke and Jimin paused in his movement as he stood up. “The woman, she was manipulated by David.”

“I knew it,” said Jimin, and Hoseok looked away in anger as well.

“No, wait,” you said, frustrated that they didn’t let you finish. Every minute counted if David would keep his warning. “He said he was going to hurt her.”

“What?” they both asked at the same time and you flinched as the loud voices echoed across the room and your head seemed to explode.

“Okay, Jimin,” said Hoseok as his gaze went from angry back to worried at your miserable sight. “Bring Yoongi here, tell the others to look for that woman.”

“But…,” Jimin tried to contradict him but Hoseok brusquely interrupted him.

“Go now!” The younger flinched at Hoseok’s stern tone of voice but followed the order and ran out of the restroom.

Hoseok jumped up and was back at your side a few seconds later, several layers of paper towels in his hand. You painfully grimaced as he began to dab the blood from your face. “Sorry,” he apologized and threw the red-soaked cloth aside. “Fuck, you’re bleeding so much,” he murmured before he dropped the paper from his hand and grasped your face with both hands. “This will hurt a little more at first than it does now, but this will help you. Do you trust me?” His thumbs gently brushed your cheeks. You could barely concentrate on his words as you felt the blood dripping again from the wound on your forehead.

You tried to nod, hoping that Hoseok would recognize it as such. He took a deep breath before closing his eyes. His one hand came away from your cheek and before you knew what he was about to do, he pressed his palm to the wound. You gritted your teeth but a painful sound still came out. However, the sharp pain was replaced a second later by a pleasant warmth. Your muscles relaxed and you felt your eyelids getting heavy so that you could hardly keep them open.

“It’ll be okay, princess,” you heard Yoongi’s voice next to you. “What happened, Hoseok?“ Your gaze fell briefly on Jimin, who stood awkwardly behind the other two men, his worried look directed at you.

The brown-haired man remained silent for a moment before he removed his palm from your forehead. The two men began to clean your blood-crusted face while Hoseok quickly told what had happened in the last few minutes.

“And the woman was definitely sent by David?” Yoongi asked as he picked up the remaining shards of glass so you wouldn’t get hurt. Hoseok examined your palms which were also bleeding.

“I’m sure I saw… him for a moment,” you said and flinched as Hoseok pulled a piece of broken glass from one of your hands. Immediately, a small pool of blood gathered in the palm of your hand. Hoseok stroked his thumb over it and you could see firsthand how the wound under his finger closed up. With your mouth slightly open, you watched the procedure in amazement.

“David certainly manipulated her, I could see it in her eyes, Yoongi,” Hoseok said and helped you up when all your wounds had healed. The only thing that remained was the slight pounding in your temples and your bones, which hurt.

“We have to find her,” you said and your voice sounded worried. “I can’t bear to think of David hurting her because of me.”

Yoongi and Hoseok exchanged a look and you knew that they were not thrilled with the idea that you would remain in danger. “Please,” you added and the men sighed.

“Okay, come on, let’s go,” Yoongi said and together, you left the restroom. Immediately, the noise of the mall surrounded you and you tried to block out everything else around you and remember the face of the woman.

“There’s Namjoon and Jin,” said Hoseok and took you by the hand before you ran more than you walked and joined them.

When Namjoon saw you, he couldn’t take his eyes off you. There was concern in his eyes, but most of all, you could see the blazing flames of rage behind his pupils.

“Where are the others?” Jimin asked, looking around.

“We split up,” Jin replied to Jimin’s question. Namjoon was still frozen and carefully raised one hand before he let his fingers brush over your hair.

“Are you in pain,” he asked.

You shook your head and Namjoon exhaled in relief. It seemed as if that was his biggest worry. He lowered his hand again and looked at you for a moment before he averted his gaze and scanned his surroundings.

Your eyes also searched through the hundreds of faces of people who were in the mall that Saturday. Always in fear of seeing David’s face in the crowd at any moment. You began to walk together in one direction and look for the woman. But it was like a needle in a haystack.

“She was talking about letting herself be run over by a car,” you noted as you recalled the scene in the bathroom and the men stopped. “Maybe we should look outside?”

You had just expressed your suspicion when your gaze fell on a figure a few stories up, going up one of the escalators. You immediately recognized her as the woman “There!” you shouted, pointing to the woman who had just arrived on the top floor at that moment.

“I’ll call Jungkook,” said Jimin, and a second later held the phone to his ear. As you sprinted to the elevator, Jimin explained to Jungkook where the woman was. You could hardly stand still while you waited for the elevator. Nervously, you bit your lower lip as you watched the orange light above the elevator doors and breathed a sigh of relief when the doors finally opened.

The ride up went much too slowly in your opinion, but you knew that the dozens of different escalators up would take longer. Still, it was worse for you to just wait without moving.

You were the first to push your way through the opening elevator doors and stormed towards the railing where you saw the woman. You breathed a sigh of relief when you saw how Jungkook was already there and you watched him calmly stretch his arms towards the woman and apparently talk to her.

His eyes fell to the side and he saw you. “Thank God you are here,” he sighed in relief and quickly turned his gaze back to the woman.

You felt a sickness in your stomach when you noticed how the woman pressed her back against the railing and clasped it firmly with one hand. Even from a distance, you could see her knuckles turning white with effort.

“Don’t come any closer,” she warned you when she noticed your arrival. Her eyes fell again on Jungkook who was still trying to calm her down. “And especially not you.”

Yoongi next to you frowned. “What happened?” He had addressed the question to Jungkook, but it was the woman who answered hysterically.

“Whatever is wrong with him, don’t let him come any closer. He just appeared suddenly, as if out of nowhere,” she explained and stretched a shaky index finger in the direction of the youngest.

“Yoongi,” Namjoon asked and he didn’t have to elaborate further on what his request to the blond one was.

But Yoongi frowned and strained his eyebrows while he focused his gaze on the woman. Astonished, he took a step forward and immediately the woman screamed out.

“Stay away, I said!” To your horror you watched the woman support herself with both hands on the railing and lifted herself up on it.

“Yoongi!” Namjoon exclaimed, but the man shook his head in frustration.

“David’s manipulation is too strong,” Yoongi explained and turned his gaze towards Namjoon.

“Hey,” whispered Taehyung, who had also appeared next to you. He protectively put a hand on your hip and pulled you tight against him. But even that didn’t bring you any relaxation when you cast your gaze firmly on the desperate woman a few meters away from you. Tears ran down her cheeks and had already soaked her top, which left dark spots on the fabric.

You released yourself from Taehyung’s grip and took a cautious step forward. When the woman didn’t yell at you, you became more courageous and took another step forward so that you stood right next to Jungkook.

“We only want to help you,” you tried to calm the woman, but she looked at you with a mixture of hatred and despair.

“If you had wanted to help me, you would have come with me,” hissed the woman, “now it’s too late.”

“It’s not too late for anything,” said Namjoon softly, who had also stepped to your side. His posture was similar to Jungkook’s, his palms stretched forward as well. “We can help you.”

Suddenly, it became very quiet. Her sobs fell silent and tears stopped flowing. Her eyes fell on you and for a moment she looked at you silently before a little smile spread across her face. “Best regards from David,” she said before she let herself fall backwards into the deep. Your shrill scream echoed through the whole mall.

Written 2019-2021. Do not copy, translate or repost without permission.

I’m so sorry you had to wait so long for this (and about this cliffhanger)! I’m in my last semester in college right now so I have to concentrate on graduating (and I’m kinda terrified). The next few weeks will be quite stressful but I have another fuckboy!Yoongi (soulmate au) story planned and will post the first chapter in a few days! As always, I hope you liked this chapter and every feedback is greatly appreciated! I hope you have an amazing start into this week! 💜

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Reasons Wretched and Divine (Pt.2)

(Dog hybrid! Namjoon x Reader) (ft. Bear! Taehyung) (Eventual Polyamory)

Tags: graphic domestic abuse, minor body horror, blood, major character death, hybrid mistreatment, implied spousal rape, unplanned pregnancy, depression, nightmares, PTSD, Dog hybrid! Namjoon, Bear Hybrid! Taehyung,

W/C: 5.2k

Song Rec: Hozier- to be alone

A/n: so yeah! here is the much-awaited second part of reasons wretched and divine! No jimin or yoongi in this yet. but it’s coming!

- There is a moment when everything shifts, the world spinning off its kilter. You tearfully holding the pregnancy test in your hands, the horror welling up in your stomach that Namjoon feels in turn when it really really hits him what it means, what you’ve been going through.

- Because he’s seen the hickeys, but he never thought- it never made sense- but now- You're hyperventilating, your breaths coming in deep gasps that rattle around your chest like a gale-force wind. Namjoon holds you up, stopping you from falling to the bathroom floor.

- Your lower lip quivers, and your shoulders to small for all the ache that lies between. You ghasp out his name “Joon- Joonie- this can’t happen- this wasn’t supposed to happen to me- if I have his kid- he’s never going to let me go.”

- Namjoon wishes- wishes beyond anything he’s ever wanted- every desire he’s ever had because this takes precident- he wishes that the pregnancy test could be wrong.

- But as he lets out his own choked breath even he can admit- your scent is changing, it’s different now than it was when he first met you. slowly shifting to become somehow softer and sweeter, a change that he can’t quite place yet but probably would have been able to tell in a few days and now that he knows he can pinpoint it.

- “Namjoon- I can’t” you sob and he pulls you to his chest, thanking his lucky stars that this happened when your husband was at work, that he’s not here for this. “I don’t want to raise them here- I don’t want this-”

- Namjoon swallows back his panic, the part of his brain that was trained to deal with crisis taking over, knowing that once he suggests this the future might be out of his hands. “We can leave- we’ll go- I think- We could leave now- it might be our only chance-“

- In a very haphazard way you grab as much as you can carry, and the money you keep around the house and a few things you can pawn maybe, you throw it in the first bag you can get your hands on.

- It’s probably better if you stay off the roads Namjoon’s says, and he knows that there are some train tracks a little ways away through the woods- you’ve heard the sound of it on occasion on the quieter nights- you could follow that. You might have an old college friend in the city you could stay with and Namjoon does too- the old captain, Namjoons old partner- maybe him.

- Maybe he could take you to the police station and you could give a statement- and if the police system really was for protecting the people, maybe that would be enough to put your husband in jail.

- You pile everything into one bag and don your most sturdy coat- in a panic you don’t think to check. Only to open the door to find your husband about to reach for the doorknob, come back from work early.

- The way your husband just grabs Namjoon’s arm and twists it until it breaks will haunt you forever- the savage crack that started the worst night of your life.

- Namjoon’s scream echos off the walls. your husband closes the front door calmly. Freedom and safety so close and yet, so out of reach. Your hopes falling in a second.

- What happens next isn’t pretty, the night passes on in a blur of pain and words that will haunt your dreams, and will one day make you reach for namjoon after- reassure yourself that he’s still there, that he’s still alive, that you both survived.

- He goes for you after Namjoon’s incapacitated, his hand around your throat. he manages to get both of you to the basement while namjoon pleads- “please don’t hurt her- I promise it was my idea- please-.” neither of you is surprised when he pushed you down the stairs to the basement and then namjoon after you. Namjoon’s arm bleeding rivulets from where the bone pokes through.

- The night moves on, syrupy slow and painful, and looks a lot like this.

- Namjoon with an inwardly piercing collar with barbs so that every single time he lunges to protect you it digs into his neck. Your husband screaming until his voice has turned hoarse. “So you wanted her so bad that you were going to try to take her away from me? well, This is what your protection gets her!”

- Blood in your mouth where you’ve bitten your cheek, spilling out onto your red lips when he hits you- the same cheek had touched Namjoon’s cheek just a few weeks ago, he remembers it vividly, and the gentle stroke of the back of his fingers to brush your hair behind your ear. And now- your husband grabbing you by your hair and shaking you like a leaf in front of Namjoon.

- “Maybe after I kill her she’ll be reborn as a bitch and she’ll finally be at your level mutt. But then again you’re both already worthless.”

- hours later your husbands cellphone starts to ring upstairs and he goes to retreive it. You’re crumpled on the floor motionless, Namjoon’s hand is starting to go numb. it’s hushed and cryptic at the top of the stairs, you can barely make out the words but you’re not really trying to do anything but muster the energy up to crawl to where namjoon’s tied to the wall, leaving a small trail of blood as you go. stilling when he pears down from the top at both of you. “I’ll deal with both of you later, get ready to meet the devil mutt.”

- but this is already hell- There is already too much blood on your clothes, too much red.

- Namjoon knows enough to know that the blood between your legs isn’t a good sign if you’re pregnant. You manage to crawl over to Namjoon and get him free just before you truely pass out and Namjoon drives you to the hospital, almost crashing the car several times (he’d never driven one before, and doing it with one hand wasn’t easy).

- They treat you and your baby. And Namjoon almost sags in relief when one of the nurses tells him you’re both okay- actually does fall over, the adrenaline finally fading and the true pain of his broken arm really hits him, sending him to his knees now that he knows that you’re safe- that you’re going to be okay.

- They diagnose it as compound fracture; now in a thick and bulky cast. Cracking it back into place had hurt almost as much as the initial break. Namjoon is just being wheeled back to his room from the x-ray when one of the nurses comes leading two police officers.

- Namjoon gives a statement to the police in his room while he waits for one of the nurses to come by and tell him that you’re awake and out of surgery. Since he introduces himself with his police number, they take his word as the truth (namjoon was worried- your husband was well known in town, but police do protect their own- even their hybrid units)

- Then they leave, after they give Namjoon reassurance that a man will be placed outside your room until your husband is found and booked for the crime of attempted murder. A crime scene photographer will be coming by then as well- They’ll take pictures of your wounds later when you're awake- of course.

- A nurse hovers, and namjoon shoots up out of his wheelchair when she says that you’re ready for him, that you’ve been asking for namjoon and that you’re awake.

- When Namjoon sees you in the hospital bed, the light of morning streaming through the window across your bruised face, he falls into you. Crying heavily into your lap as the stress and fear finally breaks from the day before, the nurse standing barely pausing as namjoon breaks apart. As Namjoon strings his good arm across your waist and gets as close as he can to you, you reach out to him too- hand fisting in the back of his hospital gown as strong as you can with how bruised up you are.

- “I was so fucking scared- and it’s-“ “it’s finally over,” you say, more than a little weepy yourself. Namjoon pulls himself up onto the bed so that he can press his forehead against yours, an uneasy smile tugging on his lips, cheeks stickey with tears.

- later, with you leaning against Namjoon’s good side, your cheek against his bruised collar bone, the officers come by to guard outside your door. And they must have you stand so that they can take photographs of your injuries. Namjoon refuses to leave the room when they do, even though they got a woman police officer to take the photos. He won’t leave you alone now- not when your husband is still out there.

- He turns to the officer, “is there any word on the suspect yet?” it feels so much better to call him that, and Namjoon is anxiously anticipating seeing your torturer in handcuffs. The woman nods, “they should be taking him in now”

- But they aren't.

- The police officers arrive to the farm to find him still absent, the farmhouse empty with all the lights on, door open, exactly how you left it. His car is missing as well. It takes them a few hours before they find it parked just off the interstate The next morning.

- it takes them even longer to find your husband at the bottom of a ravine a few hours later, a bullet in his back and one in his skull.

- You and Namjoon are suspects at first but since they have video footage of you both at the hospital around your husband’s time of death you’re mostly cleared. No one mourns the loss of your husband, least of all you and Namjoon.

- You linger in the hospital for a few days, the doctors just want to make sure that there really isn’t anything wrong with your baby. And they allow namjoon to sleep in your room in your bed once he makes it clear that he will make himself a nusance if they don’t.

- Namjoon’s old captain comes to visit, Namjoon is surprised, but he guesses that his old precinct must have been called and given his id number after the police got involved. You’re still asleep, namjoon seated when he knocks on the open door.

- They talk softly at the door for a long while, until your stirring sleepily and reaching for namjoon. and namjoon sees the old captain's eyes darken when he sees the fading black bruises on your cheek. The stitches at the top corner of your lip that will probably leave a scar. “Have you found somewhere you want to be?” Namjoon nods, smiling gently at your sleeping form. “yes, I believe I have.”

- The old police chief is the one that drives both of you back to the farmhouse, your introduction is brief and a little less than ideal as you’re still in a fair bit of pain. Both of you get more tense as the farmhouse comes into view, the rolling vacant hills and the yellow police tape blocking the front door. But you both don’t really have anywhere else to go other than here.

- “He deserved what he got,” he says to Namjoon before he pulls out of the long driveway. If anything Namjoon wishes he was the one who’d done it, but you both have your freedom now so Namjoon will count his blessings and take your husbands mysterious death as one good thing.

- As a result of your husband’s death, you become very very wealthy and inherit not only the farm but Namjoon too. “You know, if you wanted your freedom I’d let you go, even like- get you an apartment and find work for you somewhere else or-”

- “Don’t be ridiculous I’m staying.” he’s mad at you for about half a day because of that, spends an afternoon angrily throwing things into a bunch of bins to be put in the attic. How could you even think of letting him go? where else would he want to be but here helping you- especially after the last few months? Now that it’s over things are...not good but strange in their emptiness.

- But you had to offer, you had to ask him if he wanted to stay with you, you don’t have anywhere to go but this house, and it isn’t exactly filled with the best memories, even if your husband is gone.

- The first night you and Namjoon walk into the house and just sit for a while, realizing that this place will never be hell again, if either of you have anything to say about it.

- You live the first few days after the funeral in a fog, but then when it breaks, it’s when you go into your husband’s old den, where he kept his guns, and decide to sell them all- you have no use for them anymore, you don’t want them anywhere near here.

- Then you tare away all of the modern things and the decorations your husband put in the farmhouse. Namjoon finds you burning your wedding photos in the fireplace, and just says, “What can I do to help?”

- You point at the fine china plates in the cabinets, and you have the vivid memory of your late husband backhanding you across the face after you’d dropped one. “Take care of those.”

- You cracking open his expensive bottle of champagne for Namjoon, giving it to him because you can’t drink. You dance in the living room shattering glass after glass and plate after plate into the trash bin that Namjoon brought inside. You throw your old mattress out the top floor balcony and drag it onto the gravel. Namjoon pours gasoline on it and both of you shout and crow as your damned marriage bed burns and burns under the stars.

- And for a moment, the two of you are so gloriously free that it’s almost like the last 6 months never happened. Namjoon looks over at you across the fire, your cheeks finally glowing like he’s never seen and Namjoon yearns, his head spinning with alcohol- the first time he’s ever been drunk and he realizes he wants you- needs you. And maybe it’s wrong- because you’ve just gotten out of that hell of a relationship.

- He doesn’t have to want- not for long.

- Because that night, you drag Namjoon’s mattress out of his room, and put it next to the single mattress from the guest bedroom side by side in the living room. You sleep with Namjoon there, cuddled up under his arm feeling safer than you ever have before. Falling asleep with a smile on both your faces.

- Namjoon’s never had a home but he can feel himself start to carve one out here with you.

- You and Namjoon wake up early and watch the sunrise over the hill, you drive into town and buy your weight in wildflower mix spreading it along the fields that your husband kept prim and proper- because who needs plain grass when you can have flowers? When you can have queen Ann’s lace, snapdragons, cosmos and buttercups in excess. Filling jam jar after jam jar with color in your white and black themed house.

- But then the nights get longer. And the two of you realize that your husband might be gone, but the memories never will be. One night Namjoon is woken by your screaming. He never sleeps deeply anymore, is always twitching awake from some nightmare. His arm might have healed, but there is always a lingering fantom pain, a slight numbness in the tips of his fingers that he feels when he reaches out to help you button your jacket, or flick of bit of fuz off of your shoulder, or gently tug your hair from where it’s gotten snagged.

- most nights you thrash around in your bed until namjoon shakes you awake. You sob into his arms and fall back asleep eventually hiccupping even in your sleep, clutching onto namjoon like he’s still the only good thing in your life.

- Namjoon just holds you, running his fingers through your hair realizing that it’s going to take more than just a few weeks for the weight of what you’ve been through to really fade. The nightmares come almost every single night without fail, Namjoon moves into your room- the guest room for now- though you’re in the middle of repainting the master suite.

- It gets so bad that you stop sleeping at night, twitching awake when you fall asleep and staying up to watch late-night television no matter how much Namjoon asks you to please come to bed. Namjoon wishes he could just hold you and make it all better but it doesn’t work that way.

- love won’t fix this, even if Namjoon will love you in whatever way you let him. even if it will always be this way- just namjoon and you gently and carefully takeing care of each other.

- Sometimes you go easily, and other times the shadows under your eyes are so deep that he sits on the couch with you (an old velvet thing you found in one of the back of the barns and pulls you to lie your head on his lap, running his fingers through your hair- the only thing that makes you relax these days. For a little while, the way he can see you pleasantly shiver, the tension slowly receding is enough.

- “Did you know I used to dream of doing this- back when we used to hug in the hallway at night?” he says one night when sleepiness has tempted to think confessing might be a good idea. You turn your face from the tv. “No- you didn’t” you say, a small smile tugging on his lips, tempting ideas that he shouldn’t be thinking, Namjoon should give you your space.

- You don’t sleep when you can avoid it. It gets so bad that Namjoon gets worried, he begs you really to tell the doctor. There isn’t much that they can do safely with you being pregnant, not much medication that’s safe to take. But sleepy time tea, melatonin, and therapy twice a week on Monday and Friday do wonders too.

- Namjoon brings you your sleepy time tea every night, and he can judge if you’re going to go to sleep by the amount your hands shake when you take the cup from him.

- You get better, the flowers begin to bloom with spring, and your belly gets a little rounder at the front a tiny bit noticeable just enough to show if you know- if you’re looking for it. Namjoon can’t stop looking at it, something pecular and soft digging it’s hooks into his chest, and you never seem to judge or be uncomfortable with the affection you see in his face.

- on a cold night, one of the few, you and namjoon sleep closer than usual, his nose bauried in your hair, his arm slung around your waist. his hand open to cradle your stomach- just a little, just a little bit protective, as much as he dares. that night you don’t have nightmares- you sleep straight through till morning for the first time in a verry long time.

- He thinks you’re finally getting better until he wakes in a thunderstorm and finds you standing in the grass underneath the torrent, shivering in your thin clothes. Your shoulders are shaking and your large white shirt is sticking to your skin, your lips are turning blue.

- “Honey, come inside, get dry,” his hands smooth over your shoulders, a whine low in his throat. Recently he’s gotten more comfortable with showing his lupine instincts again. After so many years holding them down. his tail hangs low between his legs. ears pressed against the side of his head.

- He doesn’t like the way you’re shivering. Doesn’t like the way that your eyes are staring off into space, angry and tear filled. Like you can barely tell that Namjoon’s there, so lost in the painful maze of your own memories that he can do nothing but stand and wait. He’s just about to say your name again when you speak.

- “Namjoon,” you say, your voice shaking, angry, teeth gritted, and Namjoon catches a little bit of your sweet scent, twined with pepper strong anger, you’re furious under his gentle fingers, looking to wipe away the warm tears that mix with the cold spring rain. “This can’t be all there is, this can- I can’t just be this, there has to be something good, something better to come out of this.”

- You feel so cheated, none of this is the way you wanted it to be, your life, your first kid, you didn’t want to resent them- the life already nestled with in you- but you did. Or maybe resentment isn’t the right word for it- maybe fear that you would resent them clouds your judgment and makes you unsure...if you even should keep it.

- Even if you know you want to, you’d always wanted to be a mom, and despite the fact that the child is your exhusbands. You know it won’t feel like that forever.

- And though you thought that maybe- you’d be doing in alone. You look at Namjoon and know...that he’ll be there, probably, in all likelihood, in all hope- you think he’ll stick around. You’d never force him into any sort of role he didn’t want. But his hands when he touches your stomach feel like a balm to ease away your worry And fear of being a single parent. None of it seems so weighty with him around, with him looking at you so tenderly.

- Maybe in another world, another timeline, this wouldn’t have happened. Maybe you where suposed to have met Namjoon first. You’re sure of it sometimes, that your life was supposed to be different and that nothing was supposed to go this way. You feel bitter and angry, but the only person to be angry at- the only person you want to scream and shout at- is 6 feet under already.

- Not for the first time, you wonder who killed your late husband. You wish you could take them out for coffee or maybe cook them a nice meal.

- (Maybe one day you will get the chance)

- You thought after he was gone everything would be okay, but you never expected it to be this way for everything to feel terrible even if you were free, for things to be this bad, to be haunted by the memories like a house would a ghost.

- You look like a ghost, wan and thin and pale, soaked to the bone.

- Namjoon tugs you inside feeling his heartbreak when you go into his arms limply and easily, like you don’t know how to do anything but follow his hands. namjoon a benevolent puppeteer. He gets you inside, gets you warmed up with a bathtub waiting. when he goes out to the kitchen to get started on some tea he sees that he left a light on out in the barns, twinking dimly with the others down at the bottom of the hill.

- As he hovers his brain turns over all of the empty and unused space, the barns, the chicken coup unused, even the sturdier show room. There is so much room on the farm, so much space.

- Inside his head, an idea blooms like a flower. small and yellow and hopeful.

- He dosne’t say anything at all when he helps you out of the bath, still in a fog, dries you off with a warm towel, he’s a little detached But inside his chest, crackling in his lungs, buttercups take root like hope as he thinks.

- Even as he dries’ your hair and you dry his, your hands lingering over his ears and rubbing. “you take such good care of me” you say, but he’s barely paying attentionl. Would it really be so easy? could it really be done?

- It’s not until later, with you streached out on the bed beside him, your hand lingering an inch away from his on the bedspread. Both of you have been awake for a while, just listening to the thunderclaps outside and enjoying the quiet warmpth indors that Namjoon murmurs the words into open air.

- “I think have an idea, something that we could do to...help I guess. to make this good” you sit up and look down at him. and he lets himself cradle your cheek in one palm. “i want to make this better for you.”

- You swallow, and prod, and namjoon talks quick, words fast and puncy as they come out freely. Suddenly the idea takeing form as you nood along. a bright understanding blooming in your eyes. and your replies- fast with excitment as you realize, and build upon his idea.

- “We could change the barns- we could make it like- bunk rooms-” “yeah and then we could get the kitchen like- we don’t even use the second sitting room- make it bigger-” - You decide to open up your farm property as a home for wayward hybrids, strays, and those fleeing abuse. you’ll take anyone really, anyone who needs a safe place.

- The barns on your property are already half renovated, nearly ready and easily transformable from being a garage for your late husband's expensive car collection to housing. You sell the antique car collection for no small amount of money, and even sell his newer car too, keeping only the old red truck, and a smaller more fuel-efficient sedan for what you might need.

- It’s a good thing your late husband had a penchant for things expensive, the barns are already refurbished and winterized (the winters don’t even get that bad here- it rarely ever snows in any significant amount). They’ll be warm enough you think for the winter, but seeing as its early spring. You know It will be a while before you’ll find out. It’s easy to turn the lower floors of barns into common space and the above hayloft into rooms full of bunk beds.

- There is a set of train tracks a few miles behind your property, and you and Namjoon chart a path through the woods, drawing arrows on the trees with white spray-paint back in the direction of your farm. At the place where the forest breaks out into train tracks, you hang a sign. “Safe place for hybrids this way: free food and shelter.” You put up a few other signs along with a shitty map that Namjoon draws at bus stops and along the bridges of major interstates.

- Namjoon rests a hand on yours as you drive away from another truck stop. letting you know that he’s proud of you with his soft smile and his dimples poking through. You reach over prodding at them with a soft look on your own face.

- “I didn’t know you had dimples,” you say, because in truth- you don't think you've ever seen him smile so wide. he makes a noise on the back of his throat and keeps looking at you like that.

- There might be a little bit of blush on your cheeks as namjoon keeps looking, soft and gentle, but you keep your eyes on the highway in front of you.

- It takes a few days, but then the first few start trickling in. You think you might be a little overbearing, a little over Eger to open up your home, because the first few hybrids don’t stay for more than a meal, eyeing Namjoon and the scars on his face With wary eyes. Even if he’s just an over-excited little puppy, he is a little too intimidating looking.

- The disappointment when they eventually move on crushes you and Namjoon. And after a little, while he makes himself more resigned, a little colder and shyer around the other hybrids.

- And then one afternoon while Namjoon helps you in your garden on the edge of your property (which has been completely unattended in the last month since your husband's death) you hear it, someone wading through the stream. Muted chirps of “ow ow ow- stay away from me-” Namjoon comes upon the person on the riverbank, his arm swelling from countless bee stings, face scratched up by brambles and two curved ears sitting furry in his long tangled hair.

- “I’m Taehyung,” the bear hybrid tells you as you give him an ice pack and Benadryl to put on the bee stings (which he got when he tried to raid a bees nest for its honey). He eyes the fresh teal paint and mortar dust disaster of your kitchen (in the process of being renovated and widened substantially, made larger for a future you only hope you have).

- You feed him and give him a cleaner pair of clothes to wear. You offer him a spot in your house or in the barns after dinner, and none to surprisingly- he picks the barns. Makes him more comfortable he says, makes him feel like he’s not intruding.

- The next day you meet him out in the field, early in the morning before the sun hangs high and shines hazy and golden. You’d been Intent on waking him for some breakfast Only to find that he’s already standing looking out over the backfield, twiddling a daisy over his fingers. Looking out in wonder at the sheer magnitude of flowers.

- But there is a sadness and longing in his expression, Taehyung looks at everything around him that is lazily and quiet and simple and wants to be apart of it with every fiber of his being.

- “Is it really okay if I say here more than you’ve let me? Are you sure I won’t impose at all?” he turns- half panicked with worry that you’ll turn him away. “I can help you with things around the house? To pay my rent and my food if you only let me stay- just please,”

- You can’t help but notice the darkness in his eyes, and the paler band of skin around his neck that must have been from a collar. You don’t know what Taehyung’s coming from, but it’s obvious he needs a place to be safe, to take a rest and be still. You saw his shoes yesterday, how worn out on the bottoms they were- you don’t know how long he’s been running, but he’s certainly running from somewhere. You want to give him a space to heal a little, from whatever put that darkness in his eyes.

- “Of course! you can stay as long as you want Tae.” Taehyung swallows past a thickness in his throat, as you both watch a little bird flicker from out of the woods and land on a nearby fence post. small and blue, it trils a brief song in search of a companion and then flutters off. (You can’t remember ever seeing a songbird on your ex-husband's property. Maybe they too have returned along with the flowers.)

- Taehyung’s hands shake as he gently tucks the daisy he cradles behind your ear, and then shyly stuffs his fists in the pockets of Namjoon’s old shorts. “No one’s called me Tae in a long long time.”

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amazedforjjk · 4 years

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Escape 6 - Ot7

The gif is not mine!

Characters: Lion!Namjoon, Jaguar!Jin, Black panther!Yoongi, Cheetah!Hoseok, Snow Leopard!Jimin, Tiger!Taehyung, cougar!Jungkook, Serval!Reader

Summary: In a world where Hybrid protection laws are gradually strengthening, many organisations are still advocating for the complete extermination of your species. What happens when you find yourself and 7 other predatory hybrids in a truck en route to a hybrid slaughter facility?

Genre: Angst, fluff

Warning: None in this chapter

A.N: Here is chapter 6! It took a bit more time to write, but I’m happy of the result. I believe that the end of this fic is near! There should be another chapter and an epilogue coming! I hope you’ll like this chapter as well! I also almost deleted the whole chapter because I’m a dumbass so yeah ajbajbcjk

Word count: 4K

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You start to wake as the bus sputters to a stop. It takes you a second to remember exactly where you are, lifting your head from Hoseok’s shoulder to look around. At the motion, the hybrid turns to face you and he smiles happily at you, his eyes shaped like moon crescents. His thumb rubs circles on your skin to greet you wordlessly and he returns to stare outside. You yawn while looking out the window, taking in the foreign environment.

The bus is in the middle of the bus station’s parking lot. The place is busy, the flows of people boarding their buses making your head spin. Seeing that you are barely awake, the rustling of the city is too much to bear for your heightened senses right now, and you peel your eyes from the flood of bodies to focus instead on the hybrids across from you. Namjoon and Jin are preparing to hop off the bus, gathering their stuff, and you start to do the same, eager to reach the center. The eight of you exit the bus fairly quickly and start to make your way through the crowd towards an information center.

You grab onto Jimin’s hand to walk through the crowd, putting on a brave face to disguise your own anxiety. If the city is not an unfamiliar scenery for you, the crowd here is much bigger and rowdier than the one you are accustomed to. Your ears catch shouts and children’s cries, as well as languages of all sorts, most of them foreign to you. Your nose is filled with new smells and you grip the blond hybrid’s hand tighter as the assault on your senses starts to make you even more nervous. You maintain your eyes trained on Jin’s broad back in front of you, the eldest hybrid leading you through the mob.

The information center is quieter, isolated from the noises of the city and you feel yourself relax, the tension in your shoulders easing off. You slowly lessen your grip on Jimin’s hand but he doesn’t let go. You cast him a questioning glance, and he just responds with a shy smile, gripping your hand a little tighter. You feel your cheeks heat up but you brush it off, simply squeezing gently his hand back. You are not the one to refuse affection, especially not coming from any of the seven hybrids accompanying you.

You look away from Jimin, instead focusing on your surroundings. The information center is luminous. Its walls are made of glass, so that it’s visible from the outside by visitors. Few people are actually in the center, some of them asking directions at the central booth, the others looking at maps displayed around the center. The eight of you approach one of the booths to be welcomed by a smiling assistant. The man, along with his colleagues, is dressed in a white and blue striped uniform and sports a blue cap adorned with a question mark. While Jin and Yoongi ask for directions, you move towards Taehyung with Jimin in tow, the tiger staying back from the group.

“Are you sure you don’t want to come with us?” you ask, hoping he might change his mind. After all that you’ve been through together, it seems too weird to part ways now. He ponders for a minute, clearly unsure about his choice, making you hopeful.

“No.. I- I think I’m sure. I want to find her again. She’s my owner after all”, he says, a small apologetic smile tugging at his lips. Your heart sinks, and next to you you can see Jimin’s ears drop dejectedly. You’ve grown fairly close to the seven hybrids, and the thought of losing even one of them leaves a bitter taste in your mouth. You know for a fact that you are not the only one downcast at the idea that the tiger is planning to leave you. But there is nothing that we can do, can we?

If Taehyung is so keen on finding his former owner, you can only respect his choice, and hopefully you should still be able to see each other. It’s not unusual for owners to organize playdates, and if Taehyung likes her so much she must be a good enough person to let her hybrid meet his friends.

“Will you be okay finding her place?” Jimin asks, worry evident in his voice. His eyes are pleading with the younger hybrid to stay but to no avail.

“Yeah, I kinda know the neighborhood”, he says, gesturing around before his eyes fall back on the blonde hybrid tightly gripping your hand. “I’ll be fine Jimin”, he concludes, taking the older hybrid in his arms, making Jimin’s hand leave yours. The two of them stay like that for a few seconds before you can hear soft whimpers coming from Jimin. The others gather around as they finally have the route to the center written down by the lovely assistant. The atmosphere is pregnant with sadness as the two hybrids let go of each other, Jimin’s shoulders slumping down as he bids his final goodbye to Taehyung.

The males all take turns saying farewell to the tiger, emotion written plainly on their features. Hope and Jungkook are close to tears, while Jimin is hiding his puffy eyes against Jin’s broad chest, the eldest rubbing his back to comfort him. You are the last to say your goodbyes to Taehyung, standing in front of him waiting for your turn. Neither of you say anything before you take him in your arms, tears threatening to spill from your eyes. He holds you tightly, burying his nose at the base of your neck while you press your forehead against his shoulder.

“This is not goodbye.., right? You’ll come see us?”, you whisper quietly, voice muffled against the fabric of his shirt so that he is the only one to hear you.

“Of course I will, Y/n” he answers, and you feel his hot breath on your skin. You sob into his shoulder, holding him even closer. “I don’t think I’d be able to live without seeing you ever again”, he adds, his fingers pressing into your back.

You don’t want to let go, because then he’ll have to leave. You don’t know when you’ll be able to see him again so you take in as much as you can. The way his strong arms hold you, unwilling to let you go just yet either, his nose rubbing against the side of your neck, scenting you ever so slightly. The way he stiffens at the loss of contact when you start to pull back from his grip. The sad look in his gaze when you find his gold eyes making your heart ache. You can’t pinpoint the moment when you became so greedy, so greedy for their affection, for each of them to be happy in your arms, but you feel the urge to protect each of them. To protect them, like a family protects each other...

“You should be able to find us if you go to the center as well and ask for us”, Yoongi announces, breaking your transe. The tiger only hums in response, his sad eyes still lost in yours. He presses his lips together as if to find the courage in himself to leave you, and you finally break contact, his hands falling limply at his sides. You hug yourself, repressing the want to take him back and force him to come with you.

The eight of you exit the information center, stepping once again in the busy bus station. This time, you make a point to tune out the foreign noises and smells to focus solely on the tiger hybrid. He faces all of you, sending each hybrid an apologetic smile.

“I’ll come see you once everything will have settled back. Thank you guys. I’ll see you soon”

Taehyung waves one last time before turning and walking away from you. You hear a whimper behind you, and you reach out to take Jimin’s hand in your own, eyes still trained on Taehyung’s back. This is not goodbye, you remind yourself, and you turn back to Jin and Yoongi.

“Alright, where are we going next?”

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The rehabilitation center being fairly close to the bus station, the journey only took a thirty minutes walk. You are grateful for the short trip, your feet currently killing you, and you start to feel your sides becoming sore. You took the opportunity to buy lunch for the seven of you with the remnants of Granny’s money, stopping by a small coffee shop. The mood is gloomy on the way, and the lunch is eaten in silence. You can’t help but feel sullen, Taehyung’s departure having a bigger impact on you than you thought. At least, the rest of us are together, you think to yourself.

The center is impressive and you can only stare in awe in front of the everlasting flow of humans and hybrids alike entering or exiting through the black door ornamented in gold. The building in itself looks relatively old, walls made of stone, but you can tell the center is new, boxes of papers laying about, and a banner barely hiding the words “High Court” carved in gold in the stone. The building had obviously been repurposed quite recently, and apprehension gnaws on your stomach. If their building is still fairly new, how are they going to find a house for 7 predatory hybrids?

You swallow hard to repress your uneasiness, determined to make this work. We need this. You startle a bit when you feel a hand snake around yours and turn to find Jungkook staring kindly at you. He must have sensed your worry. You send him a grateful smile, suddenly feeling braver as you realise you are not alone and you squeeze his hand. You turn your head to look at the five other hybrids.

“Let’s go?”, you propose, and the seven of you walk towards the door.

The inside of the center is just as magnificent as the outside, grey marble on the floor. The vast room you just entered is luminous thanks to its big windows, and big stairs in the middle of the room are leading towards the upper levels. Makeshift offices are propped up against the sidewalls of the room, several hybrids talking to human assistants, probably here for the same reason as you.

An assistant makes her way towards you, eyeing the seven of you curiously. Seven predatory hybrids arriving at the same time must be unusual for them to say the least, given the look on her face. She doesn’t look displeased though, mostly inquisitive, and she greets you all with a warm smile on her face.

“Can I be of help?”, she asks, making eye contact with all of you. Her emerald eyes radiate happiness and comfort, making you relax instantly. You don’t know why but you immediately trust that she will do everything in her power to help you, and you smile back at her.

“Yes please, we would like a home”, you answer simply, and she nods in understanding at you, beckoning you to follow her. She leads you up the stairs towards an office. Unlike the improvised desks downstairs, the offices are well organised on this floor, the center having reinstated old lawyer offices. The blond woman stops outside an office and she knocks three times before stepping in, leaving the seven of you outside the door. Muffled voices reach your ears, but you don’t have time to make out anything before she steps out again, along with a small man wearing a tired black suit. He looks beat, his brown hair a mess and he takes time to clean his glasses before eyeing you all up and down.

He doesn’t look very intimidating, rather grumpy, small wrinkles protruding when he squints at the sight before him, as if he was scanning your intentions. He hums disapprovingly and furrows his eyebrows. For a second, you fear he is going to refuse to help you and you hold your breath before he turns to the assistant.

“I won’t have enough chairs for all of them, Christa. Could you bring three more for me please?”, he announces simply, holding three fingers in the air, and you feel your shoulders sag in relief. He invites the seven of you in, apologizing for the lack of seats. Namjoon pushes you gently to take a seat and you comply without a word as he stands behind you, hands on your shoulders. Jimin, Yoongi and Hoseok take a seat too, Hoseok sitting beside you and the little man settles on the other side of the desk, tapping away on his computer.

You take this moment to scour the small room. Papers and case files of different colors are scattered on the wooden desk in front of you, along with a few photos of the man in front of you with what you believe might be his family. Behind him, a big window illuminates the room and another desk is littered with papers and a printer and wooden bookshelves are propped up against the sidewalls, covered in law and hybrid related books.

Christa comes back after a few minutes with some chairs, and the man finally lifts his head from his computer screen. When she leaves the room and all hybrids are seated, he pushes back his glasses and rests his chin on his clasped hands. He clears his throat before starting to talk, making eye contact with all of you.

“My name is Emilio Cantery, and I’m a hybrid’s right advocate. I work here along with my husband who is the director of this center”, he announces, his plump fingers coming to scratch his brown hair behind his head.

“If you are here, you must know that this facility provides shelter and homes for hybrids that suffered abuse from humans. We can either find humans to shelter you, or we can provide houses.” He pauses before chuckling.

“At the grimace you just pulled, I understand you are looking for a house for your pack, and no humans”, he says, pointing to Yoongi. The latter smiles embarrassed and looks away, hand coming to scratch his neck. You grin fondly at the sight of his cheeks flushing in a pretty pink before focusing back on the man in front of you.

“Of course, we would need you to work a bit in order to pay for the house and first necessity items. We either can help you find a job in the center to help welcome other hybrids and take care of administration duties, or you can find a job you fancy and we would just take a bit of money from your paycheck each month”, he explains. This does make sense, and it’s more than generous of them, you think to yourself.

“At least until you’ve settled and can take care of your own needs, we will happily provide you with what you need. And when you’ll have “paid” for the house, we won’t bother you anymore”, he clarifies, chuckling at the last sentence.

Around you, the hybrids seem as enthusiastic as you are feeling. Tails are swishing left and right, ears flickering. The center is legit, and this is the first step towards home! You feel excitement buzzing inside your veins, a warm feeling enveloping your heart. You have to repress a squeal of trepidation. You take Hoseok’s hand and squeeze. He looks at you, a big grin illuminating his features. Emilio smiles at your excitement before focusing back on his computer. He hums, deep in thoughts and he taps away on his keyboard again.

“I understand that you want to stay together, right?” he asks, and Jin answers positively. He hums again, brows furrowing as he reads the computer screen. “We do have some big houses, a bit farther from the city. Since we don’t usually have a lot of packs coming here we should have some available quite quickly”, he says as he spins in his seat to retrieve papers from the printer.

“But before I need you to give me some information, of course”, he mentions, turning back his attention to you. “I would need your name, date of birth, if you know it, species, where you were born, whether you come from a shelter, breeders or a lab, etc.”

He gathers the information from the seven of you, entering the data in his computer. He prints other papers and turns around to file them. Once done, he looks at you seriously, brows furrowed and hands knitted together. He clears his throat before talking.

“If it’s not too intrusive, I’d like to know what happened to you all before coming here.”

The mood of the room instantly drops, and Emilio picks up on that, eyes immediately darkening.

“We escaped a truck en route to a slaughter facility”, you utter with a meek voice and Emilio curses under his breath. He sighs audibly and takes his head in his hands, rubbing his eyes under his glasses.

“I’m sorry”, he says simply before sighing again. He gathers your file and displays photos of different houses in front of all of you. “Let’s find you a home where you’ll be happy. Here are some houses I’m thinking about for you.”

He brings one listing closer to all of you. “This one is, I think, best suited for you. Big garden, three bathrooms, six bedrooms but there are offices that can be changed into bedrooms. The kitchen is fairly big as well and the living room has a big table, it should be able to fit the seven of you.”

“Eight”, Jimin whispers simply, staring at his open hands and you can’t help to look at the ground.

“Eight? Well I think it should be able to accommodate eight people, yeah..” He says, a bit disconcerted, curiously eyeing your stomach, but you don’t notice. Beside you, Hoseok snickers at his puzzled expression. Emilio clears his throat, and suddenly rises from his desk, prompting you to do the same.

“You can stay seated”. You do as he says.

“I’m going to fetch you a driver to bring you at the house and I’m going to deliver this file to the administration office. Normally we’d ask you to stay in the shelter while we organize everything, but I think you deserve to settle down in your new home as fast as possible”, he says, sadness evident in his eyes. “The houses are already furnished with the bare minimum, and we’ll provide you with some food and clothes for the time being”

“All you have to know is that you are safe now. We’ll take care of you”, he concludes, stepping out of his office, file in hand.

This is it, we are going to find our home.

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The visit of the houses starts after Emilio manages to find two cars to fit the seven of you, the center lacking vans to drive packs. The ride is long enough for you to doze off on Namjoon’s shoulder while he gently pets your tail, gazing absently at the scenery out the window. He wakes you up by rubbing your shoulder when the car arrives at its destination.

You are completely taken aback by the size of the house in front of you, left to stare in awe while Jungkook and Hoseok jump around excitedly, shouting in delight. You can already tell that Emilio was right, this does seem like the best fit for all of you. The house stands alone alongside the road, the neighbors’ house at least an acre away. The house is two stories, the front porch supported by wooden pillars with vines running along them. Emilio beckons you to enter the door.

The front door leads directly into a vast living room, equipped with large couches and a fireplace. An open kitchen stands against the side wall, warm tones inviting. Behind the living room is a big glass sliding-door, leading into a huge garden, perfect for all of you. You can make out a small patio with a small outdoors table and a hamac. The decoration is quite sparse, but that is something you’ll deal with later.

There are 3 bedrooms, a bathroom and an office on the first floor. The bedrooms are not very big, but quite cosy, queen sized beds in all of them along with storing space for clothes. The stairs lead up to the rest of the bedrooms and bathrooms, and a big commonplace where you can already picture bookshelves and several comfy chairs.

You visit along with Hoseok and Jin, the other boys running around the house with trepidation, while Yoongi is already sleeping on one of the couches. “I was testing it”, he later said, an adorable grin plastered on his face, making you laugh. You just step out of one of the final offices upstairs, the biggest in the house when Emilio comes to greet you, sporting a happy smile. He seems much more relaxed now than at the center, happy wrinkles showing when he smiles.

“Did you visit each of the rooms? I bet this office could be changed into a nursery!” he says warmly, eyes settling on your stomach. At his words your eyes widen in shock and confusion. Next to you, Jin chokes on his own spit, blue eyes bulging out of their sockets. Hoseok is the only one who laughs loudly, liking this way too much. At the reactions in front of him, Emilio’s eyes widen and you stammer, unable to form a coherent sentence just yet.

“Yes, this would make a great nursery for the baby”, Hoseok answers maliciously once he calmed down, hands coming to cradle your stomach as he smirks at you mischievously, and Emilio releases the breath he was holding, reassured. You don’t have the heart to tell him the truth just yet, deciding to change the subject at once.

“This house is perfect”, you simply respond after clearing your throat to chase your embarrassment. You turn to look at the hybrids next to you. Jin is red from refraining to laugh, tears threatening to spill from his eyes and Hoseok is still smirking at you, his hand having left your stomach to rest at the small of your back. “Should we gather everyone?”

No sooner said than done, Emilio and the seven of you are gathered in the living room. Jungkook is positively buzzing, tail swishing in excitement, the rest of you beaming in happiness and trepidation, even Yoongi who was woken up from his nap. Emilio hums to gather your attention.

“It seems that you are all smitten by the house. I’d say that this might be your new home”, he says, grinning even more when he catches your excited nods. He claps his hands together.

“Alright then, we’ll let you settle for today and I’ll take care of the papers, we shall deliver you some food and necessities later this afternoon. I’ll be in touch with you for the next few days to organize your new life here.”

Emilio gathers his files as the seven of you thank him and you stand up to see him out. Once you reach the door, Taehyung suddenly pops up in your head.

“Emilio..”, you say softly, catching his attention, and he hums in response. “There is another one of us… Taehyung, he is a tiger. Maybe he will come to the center to find us again. That won’t be a problem will it?” His face suddenly becomes more serious.

“Of course not Y/n, it won’t be a problem at all, we will lead him here”

He steps out on the porch before stopping dead in his tracks. He turns slowly to look at you uncertainly, his fingers coming to scratch at the base of his neck.

“So… He is the eight one, isn’t he?” You smile at him awkwardly, confirming his suspicion. He sighs deeply, and you can’t help but chuckle at his abashed expression. He chuckles at himself while shaking his head in disbelief before looking at you one last time, smiling earnestly.

“Good luck Y/n”, is all he says before leaving, and you smile one last time at him before closing the door.

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Stuck at the Door - Yoonmin One-shot

Synopsis: Yoongi works at night, Jimin works during the day. Yoongi's first contact too Jimin is an angry post-it note telling him not to slam his door, however, now they have begun using this as some form of communication. However, will either one of them find themselves able to meet the other in person, or will they remain stuck at the door unable to find the courage?

*This fic was a gift done for a Frosty fic fest on ao3. The prompt was given by user @/kisslater and this story came of it! Enjoy and show her love too!

Genre: Romance, One-shot, Mutual Pining

Length: approx. 7k words

Stuck at the Door - Yoonmin One-Shot

Close your god damn door a little quieter next time, will you? – M. YG, Apt # 13

That was the first sticky note that Park Jimin had ever gotten on his front door. At first, he didn’t notice it, staggering towards his door just as the sun was starting to set over his apartment complex. However, after setting down his bag and scrambling to get his keys, a yawn escaping from his tired mouth, the note finally catches his attention as it slipped from its place on the door, floating delicately towards his feet. When he bent down to pick it up, scanning the message, he pouted.

“Was I that loud?” He mumbled to himself. He glanced in the direction of Apartment 13, which was right next to his. He had never once seen the guy, Min Yoongi, who lived in Apartment 13 because they were alive and functioning at different times of the day. By the time Jimin got home in the evenings, Yoongi seemingly was long gone, off to work at whatever job he had. Jimin sighed, sticking the note into his pocket before slipping himself into the apartment and closing the door behind him. He made his way deeper into his apartment, towards his desk where all of his university supplies and other stationery needs waited for him every day. “Well, guess I should apologize.” Quickly, Jimin grabbed hold of a yellow sticky note, scribbling down the words I’m sorry! I’ll try to be quieter in the future. “There.” Jimin got up, heading back outside and opening the door. He looked around, trying to see if he could hear any noises that could be Yoongi still in the area. When he heard nothing, he walked to Apartment 13’s door, pressing the sticky note onto the door. He grinned. “Perfect.” With that out of the way, Jimin headed back inside, locking himself in his apartment so that he could get his work done.

After that note, Jimin was sure that the issue had resolved itself. He was making sure that he would close his door quietly both when he left and when he returned home, just in case Yoongi was ever in his apartment resting before his night shifts. That seemed to be the end of it for a while, and Jimin was already moving on.

Yoongi, however, felt the exact opposite. Yoongi worked the night shift at a local convenience store that ran for 24 hours a day. By the time the sun was rising in the morning, Yoongi wanted to crawl into a hole and die every single time. He wasn’t a fan of his job, but he did it because with just barely scraping through high school and having no intention of going to college, Yoongi needed some way to pay the bills. So, this was his ticket to do so while he pursued his real passion: rapping. Yoongi was a phenomenal rapper, and his home was the underground rap scene. That’s where he spent his weeknights, and his days where he wasn’t at home passed out on the couch, he was there preparing for his next performance.

So, when Yoongi was home, the last thing he needed was to be woken up by Jimin slamming the door as he exited his apartment. The first time was fine, and the apology note was cute. However, the next time it happened, Yoongi flung himself out of bed and frowned. His eyes flew to the alarm clock, where he saw the time flashing. It was 7 a.m., meaning Yoongi had only been home and asleep for 3 hours after a long night at the rap club.

“The little punk.” He scoffed, before heading out of his room and towards the door of his apartment. When he flung the door open, he poked his head out. “Oi! Park Jimin!” He shouted. However, there was nobody in the hallway of the apartment level, and Jimin was gone as if he were the kiss of an angel. “Damn…” Yoongi stepped outside, crossing his arms. As he turned his head, a note caught his attention. Another yellow sticky note was resting on his door, and he quickly pulled it off.

I slammed the door on accident I’m so sorry!:(((((( - P. JM Apt. 12

“…What the hell? Does he carry sticky notes outside with him now?” Yoongi asked. He looked over at Jimin’s door again, before storming inside and grabbing his blue sticky note. Lifting a pen out of the cup it sat in on his desk, Yoongi scribbled that exact question down onto the paper. He walked back out and pressed it against Yoongi’s door. “Idiot.” The man huffed before heading back into his apartment and closing the door.

The sun began to set later in the day, and Yoongi was preparing for a night at the underground rapping scene. He had good connections, knowing the man who ran the scene pretty well, and he had been preparing for another night like this for the past few days. Nights like these were the best, dawning casual black clothes rather than a convenient store polo and slacks. Yoongi looked himself over in the mirror, running a hand through his hair as he nodded. He looked good and felt ready. Grabbing his overnight bag, phone, wallet, and keys, Yoongi headed out the door. As he made his way to the end of the hallway, descending the steps to the bottom floor of the apartment complex, he heard a voice coming closer and closer.

“No, I barely even opened up that assignment yet…Yeah, I read the directions like fifteen times, but I have no clue what Professor Choi wants!” Yoongi rolled his eyes, quickly slipping his hands into his pockets as he quickened his pace down the steps. The other man he passed did not once look in his direction, so immersed in his conversation with whoever was on the phone. Yoongi didn’t even bother offering a nonverbal greeting, as he made it to the bottom of the steps and headed straight out the door and in the direction of the train station.

Jimin heard the front door of the apartment building slam shut, but didn’t turn back to look at it. “Yeah, if you want to come over, we should work on it together, Tae.”

“Sure. I’ll take Yeontan for a walk and then I’ll-.”

Jimin’s eyes finally fell onto his front door as he went to unlock it, and he blinked. “Oh my goodness.”

“Hm? What is it?” Taehyung asked from the other side of the phone.

“My neighbor being a bit of a hardass because I slam my door when I leave the house and I guess it wakes him up. I have never once seen the guy, so I can’t even go and have a real conversation with him.”

“Ew. Guess you should slam the door on purpose and see if he busts your door down.” Jimin chuckled a bit as he stepped into his house.

“Yeah, I’ll keep that in mind.” He hummed. “I’ll get dinner ready, so just lemme know when you’re here.” As the duo said their goodbyes, Jimin hung up and set his phone down onto his coffee table. His eyes wandered down to the sticky note in his hand again.

Do you keep sticky notes on you at all times now just to talk to me? – M. YG, Apt. 13

Hmm…Jimin’s eyebrow raised a bit, his eyes scanning the sentence over and over as he stood in his living room in silence. I might be able to have some fun with this. Jimin walked towards his desk, grabbing a colored pencil and his set of sticky notes. Quickly, Jimin scribbled down a reply and hurried out the door to stick it on the neighbor’s door. He took a moment to stare at his handy work, laughing a bit to himself. “This is fun.” He said to himself, heading inside.

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Despite the lights and the blaring music that were erupting the underground rap scene in a sea of constant energy, Yoongi was currently sitting backstage, arms crossed as his head rested against the wall. His eyes were closed, but he wasn’t sleeping. The only reason was that he heard a familiar voice coming his way that alerted his attention, making him lookup. He saw fellow underground rapper, Kim Namjoon, better known as his stage name RM. RM was drinking some water, and as he got closer, Yoongi could see the sweat dripping down his forehead and covering the collar of his shirt. Being under the blaring lights amongst a sea of screaming fans, belting out raps so fast it can make your head spin was enough to send someone backstage with a little drip or two on their forehead and frantically searching for a glass of water.

“I rarely see you sitting and resting before a performance. Everything okay, Hyung?” RM asked curiously. Yoongi nodded.

“Yeah. My neighbor just loves to slam his door, so I end up waking up in a panic almost every other day and I find it hard to go back to sleep afterward.” RM offered an amused chuckle. “So, I thought I could rest here before I go on, but-.”

As if scripted, the current performer provided a loud and aggressive yell as he finished his final verse, sending the crowd into a fit of hysterical cheering and howling over him. “Well, yeah. That…” Once again, RM chuckled, and this time Yoongi followed.

“I’m sure you’ll wake up once you get on stage, Hyung,” RM assured. The duo offered one another a wave, and RM headed deeper backstage to find something to eat. Yoongi slowly rose from his spot on the floor, and headed towards the back of the stage, waiting for his performance. As he watched the current performer finish up, he took a deep breath. He had no time to worry about his obnoxious neighbor, he had more important things to worry about.

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He had finished yet another phenomenal performance, the crowd cheering and shouting for him as he belted out every word, every syllable slipping through his lips at the fast and intense pace that Yoongi had become known for. After his performance, RM and he, like they always did, went out to a local 24-hour restaurant to eat, celebrating their hard work by stuffing their faces. Namjoon would mostly do the talking, about school life or his love life. Love life? Yoongi thought to himself. Do people have those? Despite his sarcastic comment to himself, Yoongi continued to listen as Namjoon gushed over the date he had taken her on just recently.

“Anyway, we went for a walk in a local park and got some lunch. It was something special, Hyung.”

“I’m glad.” Yoongi smiled a bit. Anyone who met this version of Namjoon, someone who is wise beyond his years and talks as if everything he says is being graded by a college philosophy professor but god damn it if you don’t want to take in every last work anyway, would never imagine that he’s also the same guy that shouts swears and throws his head back as he spits straight fire with a deep voice almost every night for the underground rap scene. They were two different people, almost, and Yoongi knew them both well.

“You should find yourself, someone, too.” Namjoon pointed out. “I think it would do you some good.” Yoongi rolled his eyes, popping a fry into his mouth as Namjoon continued. “I mean, when the time comes, of course. You can’t rush this kind of stuff.”

“I guess not.” Yoongi hummed. Namjoon, sensing Yoongi was already bored by the subject, moved on by asking him if he wanted dessert. Yoongi scoffed playfully. Of course, he did.

Yoongi was entering his apartment building just as the rays of the sun were rising over the buildings of Seoul. He was full, and being full made him dirt tired. The idea of sprawling out in bed, Holly snuggling up beside him, just filled him with such content that he could barely contain it. The sight of his door at the end of the hallway made his hand slipped into his back pocket, and pull out his house key. When he approached his door, however, the bright, yellow square pressed right on top of his little peephole. He pulled it off and skimmed it.

Do you like that I always have you on my mind? – P.JM

A crudely scribbled wink was placed beside it and Yoongi felt the back of his ears heat up just slightly. What on earth was this punk trying to pull? He looked at Jimin’s door, assuming the boy was still asleep, preparing to wake up any moment to get ready for work. Yoongi walked into his house, closing the door behind him. Grabbing his sticky note, he scribbled down a response and walked back outside.

I hate you. But I think it is kind of funny how seriously you’re taking this. – M.YG

Upon walking back outside, Yoongi walked to Jimin’s door. As he pressed the sticky note to the door, he heard a bit of commotion coming from inside the apartment. After further examination, Yoongi could hear the faint sound of an alarm clock, until it was interrupted by someone seemingly putting it on snooze. Yoongi blinked, stepping back from the door. Jimin was awake this early? Could he finally have an opportunity to meet this little brat once and for all, and put this dumb game of cat and mouse to rest?

When the time comes, of course. Namjoon’s deep voice played through his mind. Yoongi once again looked at the sticky note that was resting on his door, and he crossed his arms. He could very easily wait for Jimin, or even initiate and knock on the door. But for some reason, his body wouldn’t let him go any closer to the door. It didn’t make any sense to him. However, before he could try to rationalize with himself, he walked back into his room.

“…I’ll wait and see if he replies to the note,” Yoongi said softly, locking his door and heading into his bedroom to get some much-needed shut-eye.

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Jimin did reply to that note. This unique method of communication made them excited to come home, even more so than before. Every second that passed ascending the steps of their apartment made their heart beat a little faster, until before they knew it, they were practically sprinting past other tenants and up the steps to get to their apartments faster. Reaching the door was like some sort of euphoria each time, their minds racing with what the response of the other could possibly be. It became a daily dose of serotonin, something they looked forward to. With every day that passed, every note that found itself on one of their doors made them feel a little closer with one another. They studied each other’s handwriting, their phrasing, Yoongi smiled at every silly face Jimin drew, and Jimin giggled at each sarcastic remark Yoongi provided him with. They felt close to each other without actually having to see each other.

The duo found themselves constantly sharing messages for the next week and a half. They had long since dropped the inclusion of their apartment number but instead began to include a lot of variated conversation starters. The messages were ranging from so many different comments, no longer were they only focused on the loud slams of Jimin’s door. Instead, they were question-based. What’s your favorite color? Were you born and raised in Seoul? What job do you have that keeps you from ever actually meeting me?

That last and most recent one stunned Jimin when he saw it pressed against his door one evening. He had just gotten home from work, ready to prepare for his friend Taehyung’s arrival for their planned study session when he saw this question. He walked back inside, grinning a bit. So far, Jimin had been the one to insinuate the flirtatious messages, but to see Yoongi ask one this time, just made him feel something in his stomach. Stomach nostalgic and exciting.

Taehyung did not seem as invested in this.

“So, you still haven’t talked to the guy?” He asked curiously.

“Well, no,” Jimin said, not even bothering to look up from his homework. “I work when he sleeps, and he works when I sleep, so we don’t get the chance.”

“It can’t always be perfectly lined up that way.”

“…Has been so far.”

“Okay then, have you sent him a reply to his message?” Jimin nodded.

“I told him I go to school and work at a restaurant during my off days.” Taehyung nodded as he listened to his friend continue to talk about the story, he thought he had only heard in dramas and television shows. As he looked up at Jimin from his notes, he could see Jimin’s eyes sparkling a bit.

“It’s charming, and I think he’s just too nervous to talk to me in person right now. Which is fine, I don’t know if I’d want to talk to him yet either. I like things the way they-.” Before Jimin could finish, Taehyung stood up, catching his friend’s attention. “What are you doing?”

“You might not be ready to talk yet, but that doesn’t stop me from trying.” Jimin felt his heart sink as he watched Taehyung head to the door.

“What? Tae, no please!” Jimin quickly followed after him. “He’s probably already at work. Or at least getting ready to go.”

“So? He can spare a minute to say hi to his neighbor.” Taehyung said simply. Jimin followed his friend outside, continuing to try and turn him back around. No luck. Taehyung saw the note Jimin said he posted on Yoongi’s door but wasted on time knocking.

“Tae-.” Jimin covered his face. His heart was racing, and he felt like he wanted to cry, but he wasn’t sure why. His eyes were burning and the idea that this could be the moment Yoongi steps out of his apartment and into his view…well, he just wasn’t ready.

“…Okay, guess he did go to work,” Tae said, turning back to Jimin. When Jimin looked up, Taehyung could see his red eyes and slightly trembling lips. “Are you that nervous to meet this guy?”

“Of course, I am! We never started talking until I slammed the door and woke him up. Sure, he seems to be over it now but what if he doesn’t like me when we meet? I didn’t think this would last so long…I can be flirty and fun on the notes, I think I’ll get too nervous if I were to meet him right now.” Taehyung said, tossing his arm around Jimin and leading him back inside.

“Then he’s a bigger idiot than I thought…” Taehyung said simply.

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“So, he works at a restaurant hm?” Yoongi muttered to himself, setting his note in his pocket. He, much like Jimin had been doing for a while, pulled out his little sticky notes from his pocket and scribbled down a comment, pressing it to Jimin’s door. He had just arrived home from a night soft at the store.

Once I find out which restaurant, just know I’ll make it my regular spot. -M.YG

Jimin almost collapsed on the floor when he read that comment after his shift that afternoon. He was tempted to share the restaurant he worked at, but still, he didn’t feel ready yet. The idea that he could run into Yoongi at any moment when he wasn’t ready, freaked him out something fierce. However, Yoongi didn’t have to know that. His next note read the following:

You must be into the kinky serving fetishes, aren’t you? Well, don’t expect me to give in that easily! – P.JM

“Oh my God…” Yoongi snickered, scratching his cheek a bit. That next morning, Yoongi made sure to only give an adequate reply to Jimin’s comment:

Listen here, punk. I just want to see you working and now I’m being needlessly kink shamed. I’ll never forgive you. -M.YG

As Jimin rested on his couch, a smile formed, and he couldn’t stop staring at the note that was clutched so tightly in his hands that he almost crumpled it up. He glanced over at his little pile of post-it notes on his dresser. He didn’t know what Yoongi looked like, but he couldn’t help imagine what his face looked like, all scrunched up in embarrassment at the idea of sexual kinks. Jimin couldn’t wait for the idea of seeing him in person, and he sat up, hurrying over and grabbing hold of his pen and paper, scribbling down his response.

That evening, as Yoongi’s performance high, was wearing off, he stood just under the awning of the venue, watching as the rain fell in buckets around him. He had watched the weather and had even brought his jacket to the short shift he had to cover at the convenience store. However, after rushing out of there, his mind elsewhere, he realized his jacket was still hanging on the rack in the back of the staff room. He kicked himself just thinking about it. Running a hand through his hair, he watched as Namjoon stepped beside him, crossing his arms.

“My girlfriend is gonna be here in a few minutes.” He stated. “I’m sure she’ll drive you home.” Yoongi smiled.

“Tell her to thank you, but I’m not far from here. If I run then take a hot shower, I’ll be okay.” Namjoon sighed, crossing his arms.

“Hyung, you’ll get sick.” He pointed out. Yoongi nodded.

“Remember the time I told you I got into that nasty motorcycle accident as a teen and messed up my shoulder?” he asked. Namjoon nodded. “Yeah, no cold I’ve had since has compared to that. I’ll be okay. Night.” Just like that, with a wave of his hand, Yoongi rushed out of Namjoon’s sight, in the direction of his apartment. When he arrived, he was soaked to the bone, not truly underestimating the power of the rain at the moment. He honestly just wanted to get home. As he headed to his door, he saw a sticky note on his door and grinned as he took it.

You probably look so cute right now, when you’re embarrassed! – P.JM

“Cute, hm?” A curious tongue pressed on the inside of Yoongi’s mouth, a grin forming on his lips as he saw a droplet of a waterfall off the tip of his lips and onto the floor. Heading inside, he set the note down on the table and went to shower.

Jimin did not think too much of it when Yoongi did not respond the next morning. It rained, and that must have blown it away, no big deal. Jimin was in a rush anyway and hurried to his morning classes without thinking too much of it. He’ll probably notice before he goes to work, and he’ll put a new one up. The hopeful student thought to himself. His stomach bubbled with a childlike giddiness of how he would mock the older man for it in future messages, and he practically skipped to school. However, upon returning that afternoon, Jimin came home in the evening to see…well…he didn’t see anything on his door. No sticky note, no remnant of a sticky note, no nothing. It made Jimin’s little lips turn into a sour pout as he entered his apartment. Maybe it blew away. It’s still windy after the rainstorm…Jimin thought to himself, locking the door. Despite having this thought run through his mind, Jimin still felt a sense of uneasiness course throughout his body. Jimin walked to his desk, setting his bag down and slipping into his chair. Maybe he’s running late so I got home before he could do it…Jimin lowered his head down on the table. “I shouldn’t let something so silly get to me. I’ll just write one to him and see what happens tomorrow…” Jimin quickly got up. After scribbling something down, Jimin headed out the door and pressed the new sticky note to his door. Letting out a soft sigh, Jimin headed inside, planning to distract himself with homework until he figured out the true meaning of what was going on with his next-door neighbor.

Much to Jimin’s utter disappointment, no message was left for him the next morning when he got up. When he looked towards Yoongi’s door, he saw that the original post-it he had left the evening prior was still there. Walking over, Jimin pulled it from the door and frowned as he stared at the hours-old message. He pouted. Well, this changed things completely. Jimin took one step closer to the door, temporarily courageous enough to knock. Did he not go to work today? There had to be a reason for Yoongi to just…stop, right? Jimin pressed the note back onto the door and quickly headed back inside. Grabbing a sticky note, Jimin scribbled down: Oh, so now we’re ignoring me? >3< - P.JM, placing that onto the door beside the previous note. Jimin knew he could always…you know…knock. But he just didn’t want to…so he headed inside his apartment to see what tomorrow would bring.

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“It’s been almost five days, Taehyung.” Jimin whimpered over the phone. “And he still hasn’t replied. My post-it notes are piling up. I think he’s over it…” Legs pulled to his chest, Jimin rested a puffed-out cheek onto his knees, while his hand cradled his phone against his ear.

“Well…” Taehyung began. “You can always go talk to him for once. Maybe this is his way of telling you that he wants to meet you in person.” Jimin huffed.

“But I…Taehyung I told you already, I’m too nervous to meet him in person. What if it doesn’t work out?”

“But what if it does and you’re just stalling?” Taehyung asked simply. He could hear his best friend whine over the phone, and it made him smile. Although he found the whole ordeal a bit dramatic on Jimin’s end, Taehyung didn’t want his friend to be upset. “How about this.” He began. “Jungkook invited me to see his friend perform at some underground rap thing this Friday. Do you want to come? Get your mind off of everything?” Jimin hummed in response. “If you don’t hear from your mysterious ink prince by then, consider it a sign and go talk to him in person.” Jimin was silent for a moment, and Taehyung rested his head against the back of his spinning office chair. “Well?”

“…Fine. I’ll go.” He said simply. “But the last part of your deal is a maybe, at best.” Taehyung cheered on the other end of the line before Jimin said his goodbyes and hung up. He sighed, resting back on his bed. “I should probably finally talk to him…” Jimin mumbled to himself, holding up the most recent sticky note he had yet to put on the door. “But if I put too many more then he might start thinking I’m annoying. I’ll just have to wait….”

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A deep cough ripped through Apartment 13 the next morning, and Yoongi groaned. He was bundled in several blankets, too cold to be uncovered, yet also sweating from the absolute fiery inferno raging within him. “I really should have taken that ride the other day, damn it…” Yoongi grumbled to himself, feeling another cough shake his body. As he was resting, the sound of jingling keys alerted his attention, and his head lolled in the direction of his door. His name was called, and the sound of Holly padding the floor towards the door made him sit up. He had to drag himself out of bed, wrapping one of his many blankets around himself as he did so. Upon entering the kitchen, his coworker Hoseok was standing there. When he caught sight of his friend, he grinned.

“Hyung! You’re finally up and out of bed! Is my soup working just like I said it would?” Yoongi only groaned as he shuffled to the couch, plopping down onto it and allowing for the coolness of the new location to envelop him. He heard footsteps approach him, and when he looked over, Hoseok leaned down and felt his forward. “Your fever seems to be breaking too. If you keep this up, you’ll be ready to perform again Friday night.” Yoongi nodded.

“I hate to be a burden on you, Hoseok…” Yoongi sighed. “But thank you.” Hoseok smiled.

“It’s the least I could do. If you didn’t have to cover my shift last minute, you could have brought your jacket straight to the venue and avoided this whole event.” He said simply. As Hoseok continued to stock Yoongi’s fridge, he hummed. “Oh yeah. I saw that there were a bunch of sticky notes taped to your door when I walked in. All of them said ‘P.JM’ on them, too.” Yoongi sat up once again as Hoseok continued. “Is it…a secret lover? Hmmm, let’s see…P.JM…Park Jimyul…Park Jung-.” As Hoseok began rattling off different names, Yoongi stood fully up off the couch. He had to steady himself for a moment, and the immediate action stopped Hoseok’s daydreaming and alerting him back to his friend. “W-what are you doing?” he asked as he watched Yoongi walk towards him. He stuck out his hand, and Hoseok pouted, handing his friend the sticky notes. Yoongi looked down at them.

You probably look so cute right now when you’re embarrassed! – P.JM

Oh, so you’re going to ignore me now? >3< -P.JM

Okay, maybe you are…. -P.JM

The last one had Yoongi’s heart tighten. He sighed, heading over to the door despite Hoseok’s pleas to sit back down. After forcing down another cough, Yoongi stepped outside. The bright lights made him flinch, but he still stepped right outside and looked at Jimin’s house. He was too sick to get out of bed, much less reply to the messages he was receiving from Jimin. Based on how many days he’s been sick, and the number of replies he had taped to his door, Yoongi realized Jimin had stopped replying for at least two days. Running a hand through his hair, Yoongi sniffled and walked closer to the door. He could hear a faint noise coming from behind Jimin’s door and assumed that he had yet to leave for work or class. Yoongi was tempted to knock, however, he was currently not feeling well enough to maintain a long conversation with this kid. Also, he was in no way looking his best for a first meeting. He simply headed back into his apartment, earning himself a scolding from Hoseok about going outside barefoot when he was sick. Yoongi drowned it out as he crawled back onto the couch.

It had seemingly been two days since he had gotten any other messages. Jimin was probably over it.

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“Guys, this is going to be so fun.” Jungkook beamed, turning to his friends. Taehyung smiled, throwing a supportive arm around Jimin. The trio stood inside of the venue late that Friday night, the music already blasting and people nearby already being sure to try their hand at the bar. A few people had already performed, and they were currently taking a small break while they prepared for the next group. That was when the trio had arrived, mid-shift. Jungkook looked at Jimin, who was simply watching the stage despite nothing of interest currently happening. “You recognize any names, Jimin-Hyung?” he asked, and Jimin looked over at the other boy.

“Hm? Oh, uh no…this music isn’t my thing.” Taehyung offered Jimin a tight hug around the shoulders, grinning.

“No need to pout, Jiminie~. Tonight’s the night you may confront your sticky-note admirer. You should be happy.” This had been the topic of conversation for the trio, mainly Jungkook and Taehyung, since they met up, so Jungkook was already well aware of the whole event. Jimin sighed, pouting even more despite his friend’s high energy.

“I told you, I’m already not looking forward to it.”

“He needs a drink.” Jungkook nodded. “I’ll grab us all something.” He said, hurrying over to the nearby bar as he excused himself past some people. Jimin crossed his arms, shuffling in his spot as Taehyung tried to talk his ear off. He had still gotten no replies from Yoongi, and the thought only brought him down more. All he wanted was for Jungkook’s friend to perform so he could go home and sleep.

When Jungkook was grabbing a few drinks, his attention was alerted by a deep voice calling his name. When he looked over, he saw Namjoon approaching him with his usual kind smile gracing his lips. “Glad you made it in time. Are your friends here?”

“They’re somewhere in the crowd.” Jungkook beamed, smiling. “Are you going on soon? I’m excited to see you perform again.” Namjoon grinned, nodding.

“They’ll probably be ready in a couple of minutes. My friend is performing before me, so I should go get ready, I just wanted to come to say hi before I did.” He said happily. “But I’ll come to find you after the show, okay?”

“Okay, see you later, Hyung.” Jungkook chimed. He watched as Namjoon waved him off, before disappearing into the crowds of bustling teenagers and young adults, all of whom were continuing to chat and converse long after Namjoon squeezed through their groups of people. Jungkook, pleased to have seen his friend, grabbed the drinks and headed back into the crowd as well.

Jimin rested idly beside Taehyung, who was happily sipping his drink and chatting with those around him. Normally, Jimin would be right in there as well, eagerly chatting up individuals and learning their backstories over a drink while simultaneously sharing his own. However, he didn’t feel like it tonight. He couldn’t stop thinking about Yoongi, he couldn’t stop thinking about the entire ordeal. He wanted to at least know the reason for Yoongi’s sudden pause in responses. Though his mind told him to be sensible, his heart was doing anything but.

“Hyung, don’t look so down.” Jungkook smiled at him. “Everything with that neighbor of yours will work out. I think you should take a deep breath and have fun for now. Standing around like a sad sack won’t do any good for anyone.” Jimin smiled a bit, taking another sip of his drink.

“I guess you’re right.” He said simply.

“Besides, if it turns out he really did get bored and just stopped writing altogether, then it’s his loss and he deserves to be alone.” Both men chuckled at Jungkook’s statement. “My friend goes on soon so please just let loose and have some fun.” He grinned. Jimin nodded. As if on cue, the lights dimmed again and an announcer, a man in his mid-20s with glasses on and lots of excessive jewelry, got on stage with a microphone in hand. He grinned.

“I hope everyone’s ready to introduce the next performer of the night.” He said, and a sea of eager shouts filled the room. Taehyung and Jungkook cheered happily beside Jimin, who raised his half-filled glass with a grin. “Let’s give a big welcome to the next performer, SUGA!” Almost immediately, the crowd began shouting and the group watched as a male hurried on the stage. Jimin watched the man grab his microphone, brushing the hair out of his cat-like eyes and offering a grin to the crowd. He quickly turned his head, coughing into his hands silently, before turning back around. Jimin blinked, watching as the music began to beat through the room. Almost immediately, this man known as SUGA began belting out intense rap verses, so quickly that it took an untrained ear a lot more time to process the words being shouted. Despite that, Jimin was in awe, entranced by the flow and the beat of the man giving his everything on stage. He could hear hints of a raspy voice on certain notes, and it made Jimin tilt his head as he listened, wanting to know if he could hear anymore. Watching this man perform, it was almost as if any of Jimin’s problems were blown away simply by the power of this man’s verses. He couldn’t turn away as he watched. Jungkook must have noticed Jimin’s heavily focused gaze because he held his arm tightly.

“Isn’t he amazing? Everyone that performs here is crazy good. My friend is probably up next, so get ready!” Jimin now offered the younger boy an even wider, more genuine smile, as the duo turned back to the man performing on the stage. He watched a SUGA’s attention scanned the crowd, eventually landing on the area where Jimin stood. Jimin stared up at him, arms crossed with an amused smile on his face. From his spot, he could see an amused grin form on the performer’s face as he continued to go up and down the stage, the microphone pressed to close to his lips you’d think he was trying to eat it.

As SUGA’s performance drew to a close, Jimin smiled and clapped, even cheering along with the rest of the crowd. SUGA lifted his hand to wave out to the crowd, before offering a bow of his head in appreciation. As he scurried off stage, Jimin could have sworn he saw SUGA’s intense gaze turn to him once more. Jimin only would have noticed because his eyes were practically glued to the man as he exited the stage.

“Wasn’t that amazing?” Taehyung beamed. “Holy crap!” Jimin nodded.

“Yeah, it was.” He chimed. His friend offered him a boxy grin, and they raised their drinks in a toast before tossing them back.

Backstage, Min Yoongi offered a cough into his arm as he descended backstage. Almost immediately, Namjoon patted him on the back.

“Yet another stellar performance, hm?” He grinned. “You did awesome, Hyung.” SUGA nodded.

“Thanks.” He hummed. “But I think all of that messed with my throat. I might head out early and get some rest.” Namjoon nodded, watching as Yoongi suppressed another small cough. “Good luck out there, my guy.” He waved off his friend, before stopping backstage and grabbing all of his belongings. He walked out towards the door, and the sound of people cheering and chatting filled his ears. As he headed to the door, he looked over into the crowd. His mind was wandering back to that gentleman in the crowd. The one with wide eyes and plump, adorable lips stared at him in awe as he performed. He wondered if that guy was still here, he wondered if he was still around if he wanted to talk. However, no luck for him, and with a shrug, and cough into his arm, he headed home.

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Jimin got home around 1 a.m. the next morning, exhausted and with a sore throat from hours of shouting. Though he had thought he would go home and sleep right after Jungkook’s friend performed, he ended up staying for several performances after, SUGA’s performance hitting him with some sort of second wind. A breathless chuckle escaped his lips as he headed down towards his apartment door. When he arrived, he opened his door and realized that, once again, no note was waiting outside his door. He sighed. “Guess I’ll keep my end of the deal, Kim Taehyung…” he scoffed to himself. “I’ll talk to him tomorrow…” with that decided, he headed inside.

The next morning, Jimin woke up feeling refreshed. He had the day off, allowing him to sleep in just slightly after his late night at the venue. When he woke up, a sinking feeling hit his stomach. His greatest fear came to fruition today, and he knew he had to at least knock on the door next store…he had to try and talk to Min Yoongi. As he got out of bed, Jimin threw on a set of casual clothes, thinking of what he was going to say. As he continued to think about it, that little knot in his stomach got tighter and tighter, and his mind began racing. He had been running a few sentence starters in his mind. Like a teenager preparing for his first date, Jimin had no idea what was going to become of this. Stepping into his living room, Jimin’s eyes fell onto his sticky notes on his desk. As he walked over, lifting the sticky notes, Jimin blinked.

“Maybe I’ll write a note first,” Jimin said simply. Grabbing hold of a pen, he jotted down a note and then headed towards the door. As he stepped out onto the hallway, he turned towards Apartment 13. The apartment whose tenant had somehow managed to get him feeling like a giddy schoolgirl for almost a month. As he walked up to the door, he pressed the note to the door, making extra sure that this thumb pressed against it. After a moment, he stepped back. He stood there for a moment, staring at it. For a moment, he asked himself if it would do something remarkable, hence why he hadn’t moved yet. Eventually, he decided it was time to head off. Since he was up, he might as well get breakfast. Turning on his heel, he began walking down the hallway towards the stairs that waited at the end.

However, just as he took the first few steps, the sound of a door clicking behind him made him stop dead in his tracks. When he turned around, he saw the door to Apartment 13 open, and out step its tenant. When he turned around, the door closed and a pair of cat-like eyes stared in Jimin’s direction. He felt his heart sink into his chest, and he put his hands in his pockets. Yoongi was standing right there, only a few feet away. This idea, though completely possible in the world of reality, never felt like it would be something Jimin experienced.

Yoongi stared at Jimin as well for a moment, then blinked. “Oh…” he said. “You were the kid I saw at the performance last night.” Jimin immediately nodded, the images of SUGA spitting fire last night flashing through his mind.

“Yes…” he said. “I…wow, what a small world that you-.”

“-And I happen to be neighbors, I know.” Yoongi also chuckled. He stepped closer. Almost immediately, he coughed a little, covering his hand with his arm. Jimin blinked. “Never thought I would get to see you.”]

“I know,” Jimin said softly. “I’ve wanted to come and talk to you but…I guess I’ve gotten nervous each time.”

Yoongi smiled. “Me too…” he said. “But no better time like the present, right?” He turned over to the door again, tugging off the sticky note. He skimmed it over and smiled. “This says ‘I want to talk to you but I’m too nervous. So, let me know if you want to do that’. Huh…” Yoongi set the note into his pocket. “Crazy how fate works, huh?” he grinned.

“Yeah.” Jimin smiled, walking closer. “Well, you stopped replying for a while, so I thought you were kind of over everything. I didn’t want to seem annoying.”

“Yeah, about that.” Yoongi sighed. “I was sick for the past few days. Getting over a cold.” As if on cue, he suppressed another cough into his chest. “See? I’m better now, but still…”

“Oh…” Jimin said. See, you dramatic idiot. It was sensible.

“By the time I got better, you had stopped. I figured you were kind of over it too. Funny hm?” Yoongi offered a smile.

“Well, I thought it was fun.” Jimin laughed a bit. “It made me look forward to coming home more so than I already did.” Yoongi nodded.

“Me too…” He agreed. A moment of silence fell over them, and Jimin looked up at Yoongi. Yoongi scratched the back of his head, also seemingly trying to find the right words to say. Then, Jimin got an idea.

“Do you uhm…want to join me for breakfast?” Jimin asked curiously. Yoongi blinked. “Maybe we can get to know each other without writing it all down, you know?” Yoongi smiled a bit. “If you want, of course. I don’t know why you came out here, after all, so I-.”

“I stepped out here because I heard someone outside my door.” He smiled. “Kinda glad I did.” Jimin turned a bit pink and chuckled. “Let me throw on some…” he motioned to his sweatpants and old white shirt. “Decent clothes?” Jimin nodded. “…Here, come in.” Yoongi motioned to his door, leading the almost hesitant Jimin inside. Jimin grinned, quickly following the older man into the house. As he closed the door, he struck up a conversation. “So…what had you at my show last night?” he hummed.

As the conversation moved the duo from Yoongi’s home to the streets of Seoul and eventually to a nearby breakfast place, the both of them only thought of one thing coursing through their mind:

It’s about time.

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The Colour of Our Voices [2]

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3

➜ Words: 4.8k

➜ Genres: 98% Fluff, 2% Angst, Slice of Life, Broadway!AU

➜ Summary: He wasn’t supposed to hear. He wasn't supposed to know. But the instant Jimin came into your life and pulled the curtains back, you couldn't hide backstage anymore. You were no longer merely a phantom of the opera.

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There’s something about the spotlight that scares you. It blinds your vision in a way where you can’t see the audience. They become a faceless crowd. Yet you can feel the weight of their eyes on you. It’s in the spotlight where you can’t see them, but they can see you — where you have all the attention as hordes of strangers wait for you to do something impressive, wait for you to do something that will amaze them. The thought has your palms clammy. In a day, you do small things. Nothing no one ever notices. Nothing that ever has any attention. You sweep, sing behind the curtain, go on coffee runs, paint sets, and work the lights. You don’t get to be on stage. But when everyone’s gone for the night and no one’s watching — you try. Today, the lighting technician fiddled around with the lighting of the auditorium and left for the night, forgetting to switch it off. So you emerge from backstage, tugging yourself free from the curtains, trying to face the spotlight. You comfort your fears by reminding you that no one’s here to scrutinize and criticize you. “Hello?” Your own voice echoes back to you. The stage might be small, but it resonates the sound of your tone. You clear your throat. “Think of me, think of me fondly when we've said goodbye.” You sing timidly, shutting your eyes and bracing yourself. You try to imagine that you’re actually performing. “Remember me, once in a while. Please promise me you'll try.” It’s been long since you’ve tried singing in the soprano range, and you wince when your voice cracks. But you keep your throat loose, removing the tension. “When you find that once again you long to take your heart back and be free. If you ever find a moment, spare a thought for m—” There’s clapping. You’re startled to death, the note turning into a muffled scream as you stumble back. The boy at the top of the stairs in the auditorium stops at once, wide-eyed. “S-sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.” His volume is so quiet, you can barely hear. “It was just so beautiful.” “H-how’d you get in here?” You’re stiff, embarrassed that he caught you singing. You don’t know what your neighbour is doing here. It’s terribly awkward. Befuddling. But you suppose it would be better than the director finding you — he’d just laugh at your sad attempt and tell you to focus on sweeping. “T-the door was open.” Jimin hitches his thumb over his shoulder, tilting his body. “I guess someone forgot to lock it. I was just stopping by...since this is where I’d love to be one day. I-uh...saw the show a week ago here. I wasn’t following you or anything. Not that I would ever. It was a coincidence. I didn’t mean to intrude, I’m so sorry.” You nod slowly, swallowing hard. Your footsteps begin to shuffle backwards to go behind the curtain. But you’re halted when he pipes up with a piercing question. “You’re the phantom, aren’t you?” His voice resonates all around you, hugging your frame. You can’t avoid or pretend that you didn’t hear. “What?” His quick-wit makes your blood run cold. You feel your face drain. He doesn’t respond, gazing at you from below the stage with an unreadable expression. You shake your head. “What makes you say that?” “The fact that you’re here. And I heard you sing in your apartment. The…t-tone quality is the same.” He goes quieter and mumbles, “It’s not hard to put two and two together.” You’ve been ousted. You wanted acknowledgment but not in this form. “You can’t tell anyone.” “I won’t!” He rushes to say at your concern and he lifts his palms. “Promise. I wouldn’t even know who to tell.” You bob your head. “Thank you.” You’re sure he has questions. Jimin smiles at you — genuine and sincere — in a way that doesn’t make you tense. So you grab your bag and coat, joining your new neighbor as you lock up and join his side in the bustling metropolis. “So how’d you start with that gig? It’s really….” “Pathetic?” He smiles kindly at you. “I was going to say different.” “The main actor for the Phantom production can’t sing very well, so they made me sing in his place. But I’m just an intern.” “And you’re okay with that?” Jimin asks and explains, “You don’t get the credit for it.” “It’s fine by me,” you say and frantically switch the topic. “Are you getting settled in well?” “Yeah, it’s not too bad. I have a few more boxes left to unpack. I’m kind of procrastinating on it though. But for the most part, I got the furniture I need.” “That’s good.” You’re trying your best to muster up small talk, and it’s surprisingly not as difficult as it usually is. You’re used to feeling uncomfortable around strangers, but maybe it helps that Jimin’s friendly, despite being awkward and constantly tripping over his own tongue. “You can let me know if I ever make too much noise or bother you with my singing. I’ll try to practice during the day.” “Oh, it’s not a problem. Trust me. Your singing is really, really nice.” Your face feels warm, shy under his attention. “Thanks…” Jimin swallows hard — he doesn’t want to come on too strong like before, though he decides to spit it out. The question he’s been meaning to ask. “Will you teach me?” You blink at him. “Pardon?” “I know it’s a lot to ask,” he says, “I actually came here because it’s my dream to go on Broadway.” His gaze meets with yours, unknowing that the two of you share the same ambition. “I went through my local theater program and performed in community theater, but the director always told me that if I wanted to achieve my dream, I needed to improve my singing. So now I’m here.” You’re overwhelmed. It’s hard to say no, especially when you understand where he’s coming from, when you and him share more similarities than initially thought. But you don’t really want to say yes. “Why don’t you hire a teacher?” “I want to study from someone who I personally admire, not because they got a certificate to teach. I want someone I have a good connection with. Not that we have a good connection.” He quickly realizes the implication of his words and stumbles again. “Or a bad one. I mean….I just...really love your voice. I don’t even know how to describe it. But it would be an honour if you could teach me. I would try my hardest to learn.” “I’ve never taught anyone,” you admit. “I don’t know how. And I don’t think I’d be very good.” “It’s okay.” Jimin smiles into his rounded cheeks. “I’ll take whatever you’ll give me. I don’t mind.” You shift uncomfortably, not sure what to say. “Ummm...I’ll...think about it…?” “Okay!” He grins. You start to sweat. // You avoid Jimin entirely for the next week. You book it to the stairwell in the morning, run when you come back home. When you see him and he says ‘hi’, you offer a smile and walk in the opposite direction. You don’t know how you’re going to word your rejection yet, especially with his persistence and determination. So your surprise is insurmountable when on Monday morning, you see him in the basement of the studio. “Hey, Y/N!” “Wh-what are you…” “Oh, I got hired here as an intern, just like you. It took a lot of persistence, but here I am! I think this is a good place where I can grow before deciding what my next move should be.” You’re at a loss for words. But there’s no need to muster them up because— “Interns!” The director shouts, interrupting the conversation. “You’re not here to chat. Go get the orders.” “Yes, sir!” Jimin salutes, and then grins at you. Unfortunately, you can’t muster up laughter. Was this guy out for your job or what…? You just don’t understand what could possibly be his ulterior motive. Perhaps he was angry that you hadn’t responded to his request and this is some kind of revenge plan. Maybe it’s a passive aggressive thing and he’s trying to take your job from you. “Man, do you always have such long orders?” Jimin takes a tray of drinks from your left hand, grabbing the heavy bag from your right hand. He holds it, alleviating the strain on your wrist without needing to be asked, and you mumble a word of gratitude. Once the pair of you make it back, he helps you hand them out with a smile and positive attitude that’s overwhelming as it is infectious. He leaves the crew members smiling, actresses and actors with their brows raised in pleasant surprise. “Thank you.” — “Thanks!” — “What’s your name again?” He gleams. “I’m Park Jimin.” “Intern! What’s this?!” The director suddenly approaches and sighs. You wince, preparing yourself when you can already see that expression on his face. “I said three vanilla lattes and four chai tea lattes. You got the order wrong!” You bow your head. “S—” But the apology never comes out. You're interjected by the boy beside you. “But we didn’t get the order wrong.” He frowns and you’re alarmed that he has the audacity to talk back to the director. But Jimin doesn’t seem intimidated and pulls out a folded piece of paper from his pocket. “You said and I quote, ten americanos, six hot and four iced, four vanilla lattes, three chai teas, six espressos, seven cappuccinos, and a green tea. I wrote it down. See?” Jimin’s cheeks are pink, proud that he was so diligent. The director opens his mouth, closes it, and clears his throat. “Well alright then—” “Also, the company card didn’t work. It kept on getting denied, so we had to split the costs between ourselves. Here’s the receipt so you can reimburse us.” Jimin ends his spiel by flashing a bright smile. You blink twice. Jimin was going to get fired right in front of you. On his first day too. You’re more terrified than anything. But to your surprise, the director merely clears his throat and pulls out something from his wallet. He slaps a wad of cash at Jimin and then walks away in complete silence. The director doesn’t apologize — Jimin laughs once he realizes. “What?” He grins at you when he finds your incredulous expression, unable to stop his smile. “Why are you looking at me like that?” “N-No reason…” You divert your eyes elsewhere. It’s unbelievable. He’s amazing. // You’re working tirelessly, arms aching, and you still have half the studio left to sweep. But then you notice Jimin humming and wearing a smile, carrying a broom too. He stops in front of you. “I already finished the rest, so after this section, we’re done.” “O-oh.” It didn’t occur to you that with Jimin around, you’d be done twice as fast. “Thanks.” “No problem. We’re in this together, right?” “Right….” // “What’s this?” You’re in the middle of repainting some cardboard, palms covered in splotches of blue, but you’ve paused as Jimin comes over with a cool water bottle, pressing it to the back of your hand to relieve your cramps. “It’s water, silly. You weren’t looking good — I mean you always look good, wait, no, what I mean is you looked dehydrated. Can’t get sick, can you?” “Thanks.” Jimin smiles, and you suppose that maybe he’s not out for your job… Otherwise, why would he be helping you so much? Unless this was his tactic to lower your guard. Or perhaps it’s more plausible that he’s trying to butter you up so you can teach him. But you don’t get that either. Why go so far? You’re not even that great at singing. // While you munch on a ham sandwich, you consider that you’ve never liked ham much. You only eat it because it’s on sale so often, and you can’t really afford anything else… Then your inner monologue is stopped as someone suddenly plops down across from you at the table. Jimin is humming as he pulls out his stack of tupperware, noodles and cut fruit, cantaloupes and strawberries, and a metal fork to use. “Did you do anything fun last night?” “Just...practiced and watched some T.V.” “Oh? Are there any good shows on? I can never follow through with any series — I end up forgetting that I’m even watching them and then I never finish.” Usually, you eat lunch by yourself in silence. You’ve never had someone keep you company before. Somehow, it’s not unpleasant. “Do you want some strawberries, Y/N?” He pushes his tupperware towards you while your eyes flicker up to him. “Is it...okay?” “Yeah, go ahead. By all means. I have a ton at home. I always end up with too much produce in my fridge anyways — it’s like I’m running my own grocery store.” You grab one that’s been sliced meticulously. Jimin watches your reaction as you chew and you make a sound at the back of your throat. “It’s really good.” A smile spreads into his cheeks. “I’ll make sure to bring some more for tomorrow then. You should try my noodles. It’s my mom’s recipe! I can’t say I make it half as good as she does, but it’s not bad.” You’re too scared to call Jimin a friend. You don’t know if he’ll stick around long enough to forge a platonic relationship with you — and you’d rather not be disappointed. But you think this is what a friend is called. // It’s not only you that Jimin’s affected. Many others have taken an interest in him, particularly the females. One of them being Taeyeon. “Jimin, right?” “That’s me.” He points to himself proudly. “What do you need?” She laughs, a cute sound bubbling from her throat, and she hits his arm gently. “Nothing, at least nothing yet. I just wanted to say hi since I’ve seen you around. When did you start this job?” His lips are pouty as he thinks. “Around two weeks ago?” “Oh, wow. I can’t believe I haven’t had a proper conversation with you then. We should grab din—” At that exact moment, Jimin catches you walking by. He hadn’t seen you all day ever since the director sent you to the second floor to print a stack of scripts. He accidentally ignores everything Taeyeon’s asking him. “Oh, sorry I have to go.” He dismisses the Broadway actress to flock to your side. She watches you offer him a small smile and she rolls her eyes, strutting off to ignore the sting of obvious rejection. // The routine naturally falls into place. It’s like clockwork day in and day out. Jimin waits for you outside of his apartment every morning, leaning on the wall and smiling when you exit. He welcomes you warmly and joins you on the way to work, keeping you company while standing at the train platform. He helps you complete your tasks — sweeping, coffee runs, running errands on the director’s whims, painting sets, managing the lights. Jimin eats lunch with you as well, eagerly sharing his snacks and fruits. And when it’s time to clock out, he comes alongside. On especially exhausting evenings, sleepiness gets the better of you on the train and Jimin notices when your head begins to bob. He always nudges you gently, taps his shoulder, and says— “If you want, to use my shoulder, it’s okay to borrow it. I won’t mind, promise.” You smile, shaking your head and rubbing your eyes. “No, it’s okay.” He eases your stress and workload. Sometimes by simply accompanying you and other times, he stares — making you nervous as if there’s something on your face — and then he asks, “Are you tired?” “Just a little.” “Here, let me do it.” Maybe it’s easy to read your face, or he knows you well enough now that he can tell your energy is low. But he aids and supports you. Even the director yells less nowadays at the improved work results and Jimin’s optimism that frequently renders him speechless. You wonder if Jimin’s an angel who descended from the Heavens to make your life better, and you find yourself staring at him often too. // The curtains draw. It’s typical for you to peek out and watch Seokjin recite his lines. His acting is mesmerizing as he dominates the attention, taking the stage for himself. But when the music begins in your headphones, you focus again and hold the mic close to your mouth, beginning to sing. “You have come here in pursuit of your deepest urge. In pursuit of that wish which till now has been silent. Silent.” Your voice draws out of you, deep in your chest and it warps into a lower baritone pitch. It emits from an expensive speaker taped into Seokjin’s clothes and he mouths the words perfectly like they’re his own. “I have brought you. That our passions may fuse and merge. In your mind you've already succumbed to me. Dropped all defenses, completely succumbed to me.” What’s even better about singing at such a safe pitch is that you don’t have to worry about your voice cracking against your will. The lower tone is safe, comfortable… “Now you are here with me, no second thoughts. You've decided, decided….” Your timbre vibrates throughout your body. The violins echo your voice, following your tone. It’s a fun piece, thrilling, and a smile spreads into your face at the crescendo. “Past the point of no return. No backward glances….” But it’s hard to sing this time around when you can feel someone’s piercing stare, their gaze heavy on your body. You open your eyes and it connects to Jimin’s. He’s the only one watching you in the entire auditorium, when it’s your voice ringing through the dazzled audience. Behind the curtain as it billows in the wind, his irises are pinned on yours as if he’s bewitched. His focus makes you sweaty, palms clammy, but you sing anyhow. When it’s over, he shakes his head slowly like he can’t believe it and a grin plasters into his face. Jimin hasn’t witnessed someone sing so passionately. “That…..was so beautiful.” You’re embarrassed at his excessive praise, smiling softly. “Thank you.” “No, seriously,” Jimin emphasizes. “That was breathtaking.” The director suddenly barks at you, breaking the intimate moment and you go running. But Jimin’s gaze follows your form, excited for the shows coming up. He wants to take every chance to see you sing again. The show eventually comes to a close and everyone holds hands to bow to the audience. You peek out from backstage to watch the curtains being brought down. “Good job everyone as usual! Taeyeon, sweetheart, you’re delightful as usual.” Director Kang continues with his praise as the actresses playing minor roles flock to Taeyeon’s side, parading to the dressing rooms. “Kim Seokjin! I don’t know how we would pull this off without you!” “You wouldn’t,” he grins and the other man bellows with laughter. You don’t know why you haven’t given up inside. Why you haven’t accepted that this was the way it was going to be. But all you wish is for him to tell you that you’ve done a good job — maybe hand you an agent’s card and give you the referral you’ve wanted…. You wait as they come closer. Your breath is held. Maybe today, you did a good enough job that he’ll acknowledge you. But then the director walks past you like you’re a plant. Wallpape— “Let’s be honest here, they wouldn’t be able to do it without you,” Jimin scoffs with his arms crossed, suddenly beside you. “Jimin!” You call out in surprise, and he sighs, shaking his head. “They’re missing out on the real star. Here.” He passes you a broomstick, one in his other hand, and he smiles mischievously. “Let’s clean up quickly and then go out and eat.” “Eat?” “I’ll treat you to dinner, anything you want. I saved up from this job, y’know. And the director always takes out the actors and actresses after a show. They should technically take you out too, but I’ll do the honours instead.” You almost want to cry. But you bob your head instead, and it’s the fastest you’ve ever swept. // Jimin’s in the middle of stuffing his cheeks with steamed dumplings. His chopsticks are in the air as he makes grand gestures and angrily rants, “I just don’t understand. Why would they get someone like him if he can’t sing?” “Well, he’s handsome.” “Yeah, but so what? There’s plenty of handsome people out in the world.” But Seokjin’s really handsome. Though you’re not in a place to defend his honour. Plus, Seokjin’s only ever acknowledged you when you accidentally gave him the wrong coffee order. “The director thinks that the only reason why people even go is because of Seokjin and Taeyeon.” “What do you mean?” “Well, we don’t get very good reviews. Taeyeon can’t sing either. She’s still better than Jin, but her songs are turned down a few pitches.” “Yeah.” He frowns. “I noticed.” “Phantom of the Opera should be really popular since it’s in the mainstream, and a lot of people know about it. We should be selling out every show.” You dip your fried dumpling into the sauce and throw it into your mouth. “But we’re not. We have terrible funding and management and the terrible reviews make advertising useless.” You list out the thousands of problems, sharing the industry secrets over the table. “I don’t know how they divide their finances, but we never make a profit.” “Never?” You shake your head. “Not enough people come. I don’t know why the show goes on year round, and it has really sporadic dates too. We’ve never been on tour either because of the bad funding.” “Huh.” “We’re in the basement for a reason.” You point out and you can physically see the enlightenment on his face. It all makes sense. “Most people don’t know there’s even a basement. The elevator doesn’t go down there. We have to take the stairs.” You continue, “So naturally, the director believes that the only reason people even go to the show is because of Seokjin and Taeyeon. They have gorgeous faces, don’t you think so?” “I guess….but is that really enough to keep the show running?” You shrug. “Don’t underestimate people’s superficiality.” “Broadway is supposed to be about talent.” “Not always.” You hate to shoot down his idealistic views of what it’s like to be here, especially when you were once wide-eyed and hopeful as well. But it’s the cold, hard truth. You should be happy to even have a job — it’s a privilege. “No matter what, Director Kang has to keep them on board. Even Raoul’s role is replaceable. But if he loses Seokjin and Taeyeon, then it’s all over. He has nothing left working for him.” Jimin rolls his tongue in his cheek. He goes quiet and eats until he finishes another plate of four and puts it on top of the stack that’s been building on the small, square table. “Why are you still there? They treat you badly,” he points out all the facts like you had, “you have to be Seokjin’s voice and you don’t get acknowledged for it all.” “Well I can’t be acknowledged. It’s supposed to be a secret.” Not many people know — not the audience, not the critics. The crew members don’t care enough to spread rumours since no one pays much mind to the Phantom production in the first place. But it still shouldn't be exposed out there that the main actor has a ghost singer. It might be the last nail in the coffin to shut down the whole show. You don’t want to be held responsible for such a thing. Jimin sighs. “Seokjin’s face is useless if he can’t sing properly.” “Seokjin’s is a good actor. He makes a good Phantom.” “But that defeats the purpose if he can’t sing. He shouldn’t be on Broadway,” Jimin criticizes. “The whole production team owes you — you’re the reason that the show can even keep running.” You smile, appreciating the sentiment but… “They could easily replace me if they wanted to.” People can replace voices. They can’t replace a well-known face. Though Jimin seems to adamantly disagree and even bitterly scoffs. “No, they can’t. There’s not a voice like yours out there. You’re amazing. Even if they did replace you, you’d probably be accepted into a production with a role on stage right away.” He eats another dumpling, not paying much mind to your reaction. He says it so casually like it’s the blatant truth and you feel your face go warm. You try your best not to take it too much to heart. After all, Jimin’s probably buttering you up to get what he wants. You mull over the thought and it expands, putting pressure inside your head. The silence suffocates you, and you lower your gaze away from the brunette boy who’s rather talented in sweet-talking. “I don’t know how to teach you how to sing, so...you shouldn’t be so nice to me, Jimin….I don’t want to waste your time any more than I already have…I appreciate it….but your time is better spent elsewhere. Not on me.” “What?” His eyes are rounded, cheeks full. He swallows it all down painfully in one go. Jimin takes the fragments of your sentences and puts two and two together. “Wait. You think I’m doing this because I’m trying to bribe you?!” He’s offended and you begin to retract. “Well….” “I’m insulted.” Jimin puts down his chopsticks, but isn’t too angered or upset. He softens when he sees your expression twist into distress at the misunderstanding and turns playful to lessen the strain in the air. “You really think I would go this far to try to convince you? I’ll be honest, I became an intern here because you were one and I thought I could persuade you, but I gave up after the second day. You already told me no, so I was planning on looking for someone else.” “Oh.” “I wouldn’t help you out with so many things if I didn’t actually like you, Y/N,” Jimin explains with a gentle smile, “I wouldn’t be making coffee runs nine in the morning, painting candle stands, coming with you to and from work, and eat lunch with you all to try to get something different out of it. I’m just not that sort of person.” “Sorry. I didn’t….” “And here I thought we were becoming friends.” “We are,” you shout instinctively. People in the restaurant turn and he laughs at your embarrassment. The confrontation makes you quickly realize that he is in fact genuine and you were rude enough to be suspicious of his intentions. You’ve wrongfully accused him, slandering his name in your mind. You don’t even know where to begin with the apologies. But Jimin doesn’t take them, he merely shrugs and gets across the point he’s been trying to make. “I just think you deserve some recognition, Y/N. It’s not too much for you to ask.” You nod. The words sink in. They’re not heavy on the shoulders — they make you feel light, like you’re soaring through the sky. It’s hard not to get emotional, to prevent the thick lump in your throat, to stop your eyes from stinging in the middle of the cozy restaurant. It’s all you’ve wanted to hear, yet he said it so simply, syllables slipping off his tongue as his truths. He means it, and you allow the sincerity to reach you instead of deflecting. “I’m….a strict teacher.” You exhale a shaky breath, meeting his gaze. “My aunt taught me how to sing and she was strict, so that’s the only way I know how to teach. If you’ll...still take me as your teacher.” He smiles, his eyes crinkling. It gives him a boyish look as his teeth peeks out, cheeks becoming even rounder, his brunette hair covering his forehead. You don’t make mention of the soy sauce stain on the corner of his plump lips. “As long as you don’t think I’m using our friendship. I wouldn’t want you to think I’m taking advantage of you.” You giggle and Jimin decides he likes the sound of that. “Don’t worry, I won’t. You should be more concerned about if you’ll be able to handle my teaching. You might not even want to be my friend anymore after we’re done.” “You can’t run me off that easily, Miss,” Jimin assures and points his chopsticks at you. “I’ll always want to be your friend.”

#bts fanfic #bts scenario #jimin fanfic #jimin scenario #jimin fluff #BTS Jimin as a persistent dude who stops at nothing and a guy who wears his heart on his sleeve #and an OC who's just strugglin' through her life

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