#who did not and so there's a BTS tug of war going on
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The I feel like she sees me line being said to Eddie who is the person that truly sees Buck for all that he is. Are we supposed to take this line at face value which would indicate piss poor writing because they needed to rush to a horrible ending or do we take it as Buck being an unreliable narrator? What was the audience supposed to interpret from Buck saying that, were we truly supposed to believe him or we supposed to be pissed at Buck for saying this to the one person that truly sees Buck?
Good morning to me, I guess.
I'm assuming you haven't really seen people's reactions in the fandom on tumblr because I feel like I saw this said in quite a few posts going around, but you are absolutely not supposed to take this line at face value. I'm surprised that people think you should. 9-1-1 has from the beginning had a habit of turning friendships into romantic relationships (Bathena and Madney) and taking their time with these things rather than having an instalove situation. Even Karen and Hen, who meet when they're set up on a date together, don't instantly fall in love. I do not think they would set Eddie or Buck up for an endgame relationship with a woman by having them date that woman immediately, even if they didn't plan to make Buddie canon.
Buck is clearly struggling post-death. He's lost and once again looking for the answer from a romantic partner. He did a lot of growth in regards to his family relationships this season but not his romantic ones. Remember, his couch ended up destroyed and he asked his latest girlfriend to pick the new one out for him. Again. He's still not picking his own damn couch. After being unable to sleep on the one his mom gave him but passed out instantly on Eddie's where he ran to feel safe.
If people think this is all, somehow, an accident or the writers are doing this without knowing what they're doing, then I can't help you. Do you also think the symbolism I put into my fanfics are a total accident? Do you guys think I picked the name of the poem "Fuchsia Emerald Alizarin Rose" just because the colors are fun and they accidentally spell out F.E.A.R. or do you think maybe I did that absolutely 100% on purpose and was waiting for someone to realize?
Buck saying that to Eddie is 100% supposed to make the audience raise their eyebrows. Especially when we see Eddie's reaction. He's confused and he's hurt and he's annoyed. Eddie then spends his next few lines showing Buck (and us) that he sees Buck. Buck misses it, it goes right over his head, but the audience is shown that Buck is wrong and Eddie sees him.
I think there was a lot of internal stuff going on behind the scenes way high up the ladder that meant Buddie didn't happen this season. No, I don't mean that in a tinhatting way, I just mean that they knew Fox wouldn't renew them, they didn't know if they'd get picked up somewhere else, Fox hasn't promoted or cared about this show the way it has its other shows in a while, and I think it's pretty clear there was shuffling and changes going on with 6B. So I think things had to be put off. Similar to the pandemic, where I genuinely wonder what kind of season four we would've gotten if we'd had the full 18 episodes and hadn't had to work around Covid. I think that when we know there was a big shift going on behind the scenes, we need to have some grace and patience in how that will effect the story that's told on screen.
But I think that this default to "everything good we see on our screens is an accident and the writers are making shitty choices" is a horrible bad faith argument, and it's exhausting. Aren't you exhausted? I'm exhausted. Fandom shouldn't treat the writing and production team like their enemies any more than the writing and production team should treat the fans like their enemies in some kind of war they have to win (looking at you, GoT showrunners).
We are supposed to be annoyed that Buck is missing the point. We are supposed to see Buck's yearning to be a husband and a father, and how he's missing what's right in front of him. We are supposed to put two and two together and see that Eddie was hurt by Buck's words, that Eddie sees Buck, that Eddie is Buck's safe place, and that Eddie in that moment decided he might not have a chance with Buck and needs to move on, because previously we saw Eddie admit he wants romance again but he doesn't want to go out on dates, we saw his aunt say she met her husband through work, we saw him say 'we have time' and then we saw him immediately after Buck tells him about this new girl who "sees him" flee to visit his mother and then immediately actually try dating. On a meta level this is also because Eddie needs confidence in himself as a romantic partner and needs some more experience under his belt before he's ready to take the plunge with Buck, but in Eddie's mind, I think it's pretty clear he feels Buck will never want him back and he's trying to find the love he wants somewhere else, even if his heart is still Buck's.
So that's what I think. I think it's not explicitly spelled out for a few reasons, but frankly if one of them was a woman we wouldn't need it explicitly spelled out and personally I kinda like that it's not. Something that annoys me with M/F pairings is the constant "we all know you two like each other" talks from third parties that half the time aren't about the characters but are about the audience, to either tell the audience SEE THEY LIKE EACH OTHER THAT'S WHAT THIS IS ABOUT or to give the audience some fanservice while the characters aren't ready to get together. I don't need to be pandered to that way, thank you, so I'm a fan of the slightly more subtle approach that I, personally, see going on with Buddie.
If you or anyone else disagrees with me and feels it was just "piss poor writing" then that's entirely your right. I'd just appreciate it if people who feel that way would stop watching the show, and stop putting their complaints into the inboxes of people who clearly do enjoy the show.
TL;DR - You answered your own question, Buck is an unreliable narrator (and always has been) and we are supposed to be frustrated he said this to Eddie who has proven time and again (and does so in that very scene) that he sees Buck.
#mads answers things#911 meta#I'd be a lot more open to talking about 6B and the writing#if I felt people understood how much things were clearly going on BTS#and that affected what happened on our screens#and if people were acting in good faith and trusting the writers#I agree that all the fun meta and speculation can become a bit uh#red-string-board for sure#I've seen and even playfully reblogged stuff that I felt was stretching it a bit#but I don't think it's conspiracy thinking or anything of that nature#to assume the writers are able to see what they're putting up on our screens#or that everything good about Buddie is on purpose instead of some happy accident#or that the writers wouldn't do all this stuff if they didn't have the intention of making Buddie canon#because honestly this sort of stuff going on with Buddie I have only seen in two other situations#1. a Xena type situation where the writers could not make it canon but wanted to so did everything else they could get away with#or 2. there was a schism among the powers that be and some or most of the BTS team wanted it but there were others#who did not and so there's a BTS tug of war going on#personally the 911 team seems really united so I don't think it's 2 and I doubt it's 1 but if it is 1 I think the move to ABC will fix that#I think it's more likely it's not 1 or 2 but BTS issues affecting various storylines and writing#(for example when was the last time Athena got a real character arc that lasted a full season like everyone else?)#(when was the last time Athena had genuine growth?)#(I feel like she's mostly the same person she was in season one compared to everyone else's leaps and bounds)#(and that's simply because Angela has been insanely busy filming in other places so she might be in every episode)#(but they can't usually make her a big FOCUS of a season because she hasn't been available)#but I would really like people to presume that maybe just maybe#the people whose careers it is to tell these stories know how to tell these stories#and that not everything we are shown or told by characters should be taken at face value#and that the writers want the audience to do the math themselves#without having to spell everything out constantly#anyway I fucking hate my job and I'm not sleeping well and I'm fucking exhausted so I'm gonna start charging for asks like these
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imagine being the president of SK at the same time as one of the biggest musical groups not only in your country but worldwide and with such a positive message that reaches all corners of the world, you realize it and take advantage of your favour, but in return you are not able to grant them the exemption from SM and your time as president is up. Imagine you have just been appointed president of SK, you still haven't profited from BTS so you go with "they have to go like the others" but you end up realizing it and instead of doing something you start a "tug of war" to in the end surely grant some kind of reduction BUT plot twist the boys get tired and make their own decision, now the eyes of the world are about you, you meet an emergency committee and see how to get out of this, but with the intention of continuing to benefit. An exercise in imagination for us, a reality for the two presidents of Korea
It's crazy, isn't it? And this isn't about us being biased about it all or asking or expecting the guys to be given something that has never been given in Korea, it's that we all expected them to be recognized in that way for all they have done for the country directly and indirectly. And the government started the discussion too! BTS never asked for this. I am not going to belittle what the other people who have received exemptions have done but no one can argue that what they did does not compare to what BTS continues to do. Thanks to BTS a lot of money flows into the country and that is the most important thing for a government and that is still not enough?
I have seen comments and videos of people who are not BTS fans being surprised and a bit upset by this decision. Media all over the world are reporting on this and are questioning why others have received exemptions, including children of politicians it seems, but not BTS.
And now the defence minister comes out and says that they will be allowed to work for the government only. Damn the nerve of these people.
Something I didn't know about all this is that apparently, the government has to accept Jin's enlistment offer? So it will be interesting to see what the government will officially say.
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Chuseok (추석): What it means and how we celebrate
Published Friday, September 9th, 2022 — Chuseok (추석) is a major Korean holiday that takes place in autumn. This year, the celebration runs from September 9th through the 11th, although the dates change every year with the lunar calendar.
Introduction
Also known as Hangawi (한가위), this holiday is a time for family, with many Koreans returning to their hometowns to celebrate and pay respects to their ancestors. Calling back to a time when Korea was founded on farming and agriculture, it was also a time to give thanks for the year’s harvest. The acts of memorial services for ancestors, charye (차례), and family visits to ancestral graves, seongmyo (성묘) are the two main traditions associated with Chuseok; and it is also customary to even prepare your ancestors’ favorite meals as an offering.
Many people present gifts to their family, friends, and coworkers during Chuseok, including high-quality cuts of beef (which is highly prized by Koreans as a people), fresh fruit, snacks, and items that the recipient would consider useful. After paying respects to one’s ancestors and eating together, it is then common to also spend some time playing games such as yut nori (윷놀이), ssireum (씨름) (Korean wrestling), and juidarigi (줄다리기), which is similar to tug of war, just to name a few. Games usually vary by region; and in some areas, village folks dress as cows or turtles and go from house to house with a nongak (농악) band playing pungmul (풍물) music, which is called sonori (소노리).
How I Celebrate Chuseok
I hope to be able to spend Chuseok in Korea with my family one day (most of them are in Seoul), but this year, I am spending the weekend with my mother. I’m not a huge fan of the sweet rice cakes filled with sesame seeds, chestnuts, red beans, or other ingredients—called songpyeon (송편)—but I did make the request for the large, round, golden Korean pears that are also often eaten during this time. Since I started living on my own, it’s been very rare that I get to spend Chuseok with my mother, so I’m very grateful that the timing was perfect this year. Being Korean-American presents obstacles to fully celebrating traditions but it also presents the unique opportunity to celebrate in the best and most available ways you can. So I will pack my bag with my yut nori kit from last year’s Dalmajung (달마중) collection [that BTS released], my hanbok RJ, some soju (소주) and Yakults, and enjoy my mother’s company during this family holiday.
Final Notes
(In regards to the Dalmajung collection released by BTS and HYBE both last year and this year, I did want to touch upon a couple of critical points. First, when the collection was announced last year, there were some comments made by non-Korean ARMYs who looked at the traditional clothing-inspired pieces and other items with traditional Korean motifs [such as the norigae (노리개) style keyrings] and expressed their plans to “dress up”. It is extremely important to remember that while the collection was, and is, available to ARMYs around the world to purchase and appreciate, it is not in any way acceptable to treat these aspects of Korean culture as a way to play pretend or appropriate them, as they all have significant meanings to Korean people. Second, HYBE left out some of those more traditional pieces from the collection this year, but please still remember that if you are a non-Korean ARMY who purchased something or plans to purchase something from this year’s Dalmajung collection that BTS and Koreans are sharing their culture and therefore their trust that consumers will treat them respectfully. Thank you and happy Chuseok!)
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Clearwater Springs: Part 9
SDescription: ot7 x reader, reader’s choice, fairy/supernatural/soulmate au. The choices you make influence the story! In this world, war-torn and ragged, you’ve been offered a home and a job working as a librarian. Will you meet your soulmates? Will you ever find the shelves behind the piles of books? Who knows.
Warnings: idk
Posted: 08/18/2021
Tags: ot7 x reader, supernatural bts, soulmate au
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A/N: Okay! Remember, two free-write and one survey chapter, which means the next survey chapter will be chapter 11 (technically they all are at this point), which means that the survey at the bottom of this post will be on part 10 as well. Sorry for the wait.
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You were in a warm cocoon, and you weren’t about to disturb it.
Yoongi was in cat form again, stretched out against your back, purring now and then in his sleep.
Namjoon was snoring, but you didn’t care because he was warm and his heartbeat was strong, and he was well-built. Strong enough to make you feel safe, soft enough to keep you comfortable. He was your haltija.
You lay in a comfortable doze for a while, smiling when Yoongi moved so you could pet him and he fell asleep again.
But then someone was sneaking in and over, fluttering above the ground and peering at you.
You yawned a bit, then turned to reach out both hands to him.
Jimin smiled and took your hands, gently pulling you from between the other two and into the air.
You grinned as he set you down on the floor by the bed, admiring his wings. His feathers looked shinier already, and the colors of his feathers seemed more vibrant. Happiness made such a difference in fairies.
Jimin tugged your hand gently, pulling you out of the room and down to Jin’s room.
The door swung open silently, revealing the most adorable sight of Jin and Jungkook cuddling. Jungkook’s arms wrapped around Jin, and head on Jin’s shoulder but still tucked close to Jin’s neck. Both of them looked so peaceful.
Jimin shared your smile, then tugged your hand again as he carefully closed the door.
Taehyung was being bearhugged from behind by Hoseok, drowsily watching some cartoon show that had the volume down as low as possible without muting it.
Hoseok murmured now and then, and pressed airy little kisses just barely into Taehyung’s hair--probably completely unfelt by the dryad. But he glanced over and smiled contentedly at you before whispering something that got a sleepy smile out of his companion.
You tugged on Jimin’s hand this time, drawing him into the kitchen. “Help me make them breakfast?”
He nodded.
You weren’t an exceptional cook, but you could make basic foods, and the boys didn’t seem to mind basic foods. “Did you sleep well, ma mignonne?”
He nodded emphatically. “Yesterday was tiring.”
Yoongi stalked in, scowling tiredly at you. “You left.”
“Sorry, mon chat minou,” You apologized, leaning over to peck his lips.
His eyes widened.
Jimin huffed, latching onto you again.
You leaned back into his arms and tilted your head back for a kiss.
He hesitated, but did kiss you—softly. As though you were a bubble that would pop at any moment. His lips soft against yours.
You brushed his cheek with your fingertips, keenly away of two more sets of eyes on the three of you.
Hoseok, probably already knowing the outcome, came over and claimed his kiss. “Morning, aluemdaun.”
You hummed happily at his casual compliment, curling your fingers around the neckline of his shirt. “Darling.”
Taehyung’s eyes were wide, and he slowly came forward.
You watched him with a soft smile. “Good morning, Taehyung. Did you sleep well?”
Taehyung nodded slowly.
You kissed his cheek, brushing over the spot where you kissed him with your thumb as you looked over his face. “Good.”
“So...does everyone know...about….” He gestured vaguely to your arm.
You nodded, smiling a little more. “Everyone knows. You can ask them anything about being soulmates that you want. You can touch them, hug them, kiss them, and they’ll have no room to complain because they’re stuck with all of us for the rest of our lives—provided all goes well.”
Taehyung started to get hints of excitement in his eyes. “Hugs?”
“As many as you like. Jimin gives especially good hugs.” You nodded toward the fairy, who was still cooking under your instructions.
Yoongi took Taehyung’s hand. “After we’re out of their way so they can make breakfast.”
Taehyung didn’t seem to accept that, turning and hugging onto Yoongi despite the werecat’s protests—loud as they were.
But Yoongi waddled himself and Taehyung out of the kitchen, and out of your way. And Taehyung forced his hugs on the werecat without avail.
You returned to your fairy, directing his actions with little gestures, happy when the food turned out well—just as Namjoon, Jin, and Jungkook joined everyone downstairs.
Jimin greeted them with a chirpy ‘Good Morning!’ while ushering them to the table. “We just finished making breakfast!”
Jungkook looked like he was still half-asleep, movements languid as Jin helped him to a spot at the table.
Yoongi was still trapped by Taehyung. “Stop it. Stop it. Let’s not do this. Stop it.”
Taehyung ignored him, nuzzling the were-cat’s neck until suddenly the were-cat shifted and escaped. Then he pouted, looking hurt and sullen.
Jin chuckled sleepily. “Come here, Taehyungie, we’ll catch him later for you to cuddle. Sit next to hyungie to eat.”
Hoseok easily claimed the seat on the other side of Taehyung. “Yoongi-hyung was probably just hungry, Taehyung. He’s not very forthright, but—” he dropped his glass, eyes glazed and far away. He frowned, hands hovering shakily over his plate.
You glanced at Jin for a moment.
Jin got up and went around to Hoseok’s side.
Hoseok’s gaze cleared slightly, but he looked shaken. “I need my crystal ball. Need to get upstairs.”
“I’ll help you,” Jin whispered softly, helping him up. “Even breaths, Hoseokie. Keep calm.”
Hoseok nodded, leaning into Jin. “Need to look. Need to see.”
You watched them go with a little worry, but you knew Hoseok would be fine as long as Jin was with him.
Today, you had work to do.
After you had made sure that Taehyung, Jungkook, and Jimin had ingested an adequate amount of food—and helped Yoongi make plates for the two that were absent—you went to your room, silently asking your waters for some good working clothes.
Your waters ignored you and gave you a dress, but at least the dress wouldn’t expose your body every time you moved.
Jimin was waiting with Parsley by the front door. “You’re going to the library, right?”
You smiled and nodded. “I have work to do. Are you coming with me?”
“You can’t go alone,” He said nonchalantly. “Too dangerous. Especially with a dark mage about.”
“True. But I wouldn’t like it if you didn’t want to come with me.”
“I want to,” He answered quickly, looking a little sheepish. “I really like it there. High ceilings. I can fly even though it’s raining.”
You smiled. “Alright, then.”
You peeked into the living room, noticing that Taehyung had ‘captured’ Yoongi again and that both were watching a movie with Jungkook and Namjoon. “I’m off to the library with Jimin. Be back later. Someone check on Jin and Hoseok if they don’t come down in an hour?”
“Mm’kay,” Namjoon answered distractedly, but you saw Yoongi look over at you and nod.
Rain didn’t bother you that much, it was just water after all, but Jimin seemed a little averse to it, so you made sure he had the umbrella. Not that it was much of a rainstorm, the gentle pattering drops far more soothing than harsh. Pleasant and somewhat warm.
There was a truck sitting in front of the library, and Valina was under the overhang of the doors, glaring at another person.
Jimin gently touched your shoulder and took off to watch from a distance, a distance from which he could easily intervene if he needed.
You carried the closed umbrella up to those waiting, wondering what was going on. “Hello Valina, how may I assist you?”
She glanced at you, eyes widening slightly, panicked a little.
“Ah! You must be the librarian, I am Grendel,” The dark mage said, turning toward you and bowing.
You froze, but tried not to display your panic. “A pleasure, I’m sure.”
“Yes, well, you see, as well as conducting my own business, I was asked to convey this load of books to this…charming town’s library.” He eyed you. “I had not realized that this library was run by a xana.”
“I had not realized my species could be of any interest to any being other than my own kind,” You answered evenly. “There is a room around the side of the building for after-hours book deliveries and donations, and the sign is right there, as well. I believe that lettering is large enough for any to read.”
“Ah, but I have…certain donations that need special care, and I wished to convey the instructions in person—as I was telling this…fiery, young woman.”
“That’s witch to you! And I told you I could have given her the instructions.” Valina crossed her arms.
“And I told you, there are certain things that only a librarian can understand. This place has special vaults for…dangerous tomes, does it not?” He turned to you.
“We would have to ask the owner of the library,” You answered vaguely. “I have not been informed of any. If you would be so kind as to deliver the rest to the side room, I will call the owner and have him come and talk with you.”
“I was specifically instructed—”
“I understand,” You cut him off. “However, I have no answers as to security for dangerous tomes, and for that, the owner is required. Once he has answers in regards to the safety of such tomes, then we may further discuss the tomes staying here. Until then, please patiently wait in the delivery room around the side of the building. I shall not ask again.”
“But—”
“You have about five seconds before I start singing: can you bare it, mage?” You asked, eyes narrowing in a challenge.
His mouth clamped shut and he bowed stiffly. “As you have asked, so shall I do.”
You nodded firmly and moved to the front doors, waiting until he was pulling the truck to the side of the building before unlocking the front doors and ushering Valina inside.
“Are you crazy? He’s a dark mage!” She hissed the moment the door closed.
“I am…very…aware…of…that…,” You said in between trying not to hyperventilate in the ensuing panic.
Jimin landed and quickly wrapped his arms and wings around you, forcing Valina to back up. “You’re crazy. You’re absolutely crazy.”
You just hugged him back with all of your might. “Need to call Jin.”
“I’ll do that,” Valina said, regarding you and Jimin and just a tiny bit disconcerted.
“It’s a trick, right? He’s just trying to get to you, right?” Jimin asked, sounding panicked.
Parsley twined around your feet, mewling.
“Where’s his pheonix?” You whispered.
You saw Valina look up sharply.
Jimin let go of you and shrunk, darting off to look.
You went to the desk slowly, sitting down and beginning your work. “He stop at your shop first?”
“Not exactly. Had a feeling.” Valina leaned against the counter, frowning. “A faun pointed him out to me, and my brain worked from there. My coven will ward the town. We’ve already been setting up protection wards on people’s houses, so most people should be safe at night. Except your house. But you have a haltija.”
“And a were-cat, and a djinn, dryad, seer, incubus-fairy mix, and a human that I swear has magic in his blood.”
“Mr. Kim definitely has magic in his blood,” Valina said, eyes flashing pink. “Ancient magic, but it is there. His family tree is made of touched and clearsighted.”
“Touched and clearsighted?” You asked.
“Touched people have a sort of intuition, they get a sense for things quickly—especially in regards to the magical. They tend to become fighters, people who protect others from…less-savory magic. Clearsighted folk can see through all magical protection that would confuse other humans. Why do you think he didn’t become a slobbering fool upon seeing you? Yes, he sees you’re hot as hell, but, because he has clearsight, he is able to resist that pull and instead focus on you as a person. Me? I have special charms to resist folk like yourself and stay a decent witch.” She looked you over and quickly looked away. “Though, I think it’s about time I recharge them.”
“I appreciate the effort,” You murmured, thinking about Jin and grateful for the distraction that she had been trying to give you. “There’s still so much I don’t know about the world and about people. I only knew my people.”
“Might help if you came into town more often.”
You looked at her quietly until she met your gaze with a little regret.
“Nevermind, that would be mass chaos and not pleasant for you. Forget I mentioned town. Let me ward it for your protection first.”
“Don’t go to any extra trouble on my account.”
“I won’t. My coven planned on putting up warding to protect from…unwanted behaviors.”
“You’re the police of the town, aren’t you?”
Valina grinned. “Yup! But don’t worry, we have people we answer to as well. Now, if we could get real town status, then we’d probably elect Mr. Kim as mayor—”
“Never gonna happen,” Jin said firmly, walking quickly over to you. “Are you okay?”
You nodded, standing up. “I sent him around the side to the drop-off area and Jimin is looking for the Pheonix, but he’s been gone since Valina called you.”
Yoongi shifted and ran out to see if he could track down the fairy.
Hoseok was looking a little…out of breath.
Jungkook seemed to be visually assessing you.
Namjoon was talking to the doorway.
Taehyung was looking around, awestruck. “Hyung…this place is so beautiful….”
Jin kissed your forehead and then glanced at Valina. “Got any extra protection charms?”
She patted her pockets demonstratively. “I was in a bit of a rush, toots. Apologies. Take the Djinn with you, he can use magic to protect you and it’s stronger than even a dark mage’s. He can protect you if he wishes.”
Hoseok gripped Jungkook’s arm. “No.”
Jungkook looked both surprised and hurt. “I can do it, hyung.”
“No, it has to be…” Hoseok looked desperately at him, then at you. “It has to be you. I…can’t tell you why…but I know….”
You could tell it was killing him to say it, tearing him up inside. “Okay. If you say it must be so, then it must be. Jungkook could protect us from here, correct?”
Hoseok considered for a moment, then nodded. “Yes.”
“Okay, now please sit down. You look so pale,” You pleaded softly, gently, touching his arm.
He relaxed a bit and pliantly let you guide him to your chair.
“Jungkook, Taehyung, Namjoon; please look out for Hoseok, I have a feeling he’s going to be having a rough day,” You asked, picking up Parsley and setting her in Hoseok’s lap. “Pet the kitty.”
Hoseok let out a small breath of an amused laugh, then did as told.
Then you and Seokjin went outside to meet the dark mage.
Grendel was waiting, looking patient, casually unloading boxes from the truck, but he quickly set aside the box he was carrying as he noticed your approach.
“This is Mr. Kim, the owner of the library. Mr. Grendel had inquiries about secure vaults for…dangerous tomes.”
Jin nodded. “I am only allowed by the government to approve of certain types of tomes. What is the nature of the tomes?” He pulled out some paperwork.
“One is a necromancers guide made with dragon leather,” Grendel said, looking worried.
You couldn’t help the gasp that escaped you.
Grendel nodded. “Dark magic that must be locked away and never let out again. And that one…that one should remain off-record if possible.”
Jin was quiet, partially frozen. “Where is that one?”
“Still on the truck. I didn’t want to unload it if it couldn’t stay here.”
Jin nodded slowly. “I know a place where it can go. I’m assuming you don’t want to know it’s final location either.”
“That would be correct.”
“Okay. And the other tomes?”
“A Demon Book, a Crimson portfolio, and the notebook of…Fausto Vilareyo,” Grendel finished, not meeting your gaze.
Your heart seemed to stop.
Jin was looking to you. “Fausto Vilareyo?”
“The first dark mage,” You answered, trembling.
Jin nodded slowly. “All of these fall within what I am able to take in. I will care for the notebook and the necromancer’s guide.”
You nodded. “I….”
“Can you go get me some notecards?” Jin asked, providing you with a brief escape. “And a pen?”
You nodded, turning and fleeing the presence of such an evil book.
The others startled when you hurried in.
“Everything okay?” Yoongi asked, pausing in his task of what appeared to be drying Jimin’s wings.
“Yes. Did you find the pheonix?”
“No,” Jimin said, drooping. “No sign of it.”
“That’s fine,” You said hastily, grabbing some things for yourself.
“Slow down,” Valina advised, “before you drop everything you’re trying to pick up.”
You just nodded and raced out again, pausing before the corner and composing yourself.
Grendel conveyed the instructions for the last two books, then bowed. “I thank you for guarding these relics. It has been a long journey to find a safe resting place for them.”
You dipped your head very slightly. “War makes many things difficult, though they be difficult to begin with.”
“Very true. I must be off. Many more false trails to lay,” Grendel said, bowing once more. He hesitated in leaving, though. “I know it may not mean much, but I apologize for the wrongs that have been committed toward your kind. I had never seen one of your kind in person before now and I regret not knowing. I do what I must, though, and for that I know I would never be able to listen to your songs. Thank you for your benevolence toward me, even knowing I am of the kind that is dangerous toward yourself.”
“If you continue to remove dangerous things from those who would abuse them, then I wish you luck,” You said, meaning it. Not just anyone would turn over what they had found to be locked away. And while his dark magic was fresh and potent, perhaps it was because he needed it to get those items. “May I ask, what were you doing in the forest?”
He blinked in surprise. “The forest? Oh…I…I’d actually heard that the forest was quite nice and I have this stupid pheonix that’s bound to me and he goes and gets into all sorts of trouble if I don’t properly exercise him.” He looked around. “Thinking of…you haven’t happened to see a pheonix?”
You shook your head rapidly.
Jin shook his head as well.
He sighed. “He probably went after the dragon magic, the stupid fledgling. Well. Either he gets eaten or he learns a lesson. Thank you for your time.” He bowed again and hopped into the truck.
“Dragon?” Jin asked, eyes wide.
“The river dragon, probably,” You offered.
Jin looked at you like you’d grown a second hand.
“Jungkook and I ran across him when we were passing the time before going to look for you. He’s my river-kin, apparently.”
Jin shook his head, showing you the vaults for the books you would care for, how to access them and such. “Of course he is.”
“Hoseok looked pale.”
“Yeah. He’s not as strong as he likes to convey.”
“Are any of us?”
Jin kissed your cheek. “Probably not.”
You ran your fingers along the mortar between the bricks. “Do you think he had an ulterior motive?”
“I don’t know. I guess we’ll find out. You want to stay at the library?”
You nodded. “I have work to do. Jimin will probably stay with me.”
He nodded. “I don’t think Taehyung will leave now, either. Is that okay?”
“He’s cute. Jimin and I can keep an eye on him.”
“Okay. I’m going to take the others home, then. Make sure Hoseok gets some water, food, and rest.” Jin kissed your cheek. “Don’t speak a word to the others about what books are hidden in the vaults. Or about the books I will be hiding. It’ll be safer.”
You nodded firmly. “Agreed. It’s for their own well-being. Hoseok knows.”
He nodded. “Probably.”
Yoongi stalked up in his black and grey form—his largest form—and then paused, getting ready to leap into Jin’s arms.
Jin stroked Yoongi’s head. “Hey. We’re okay. Thanks for worrying.”
Yoongi just snorted and rested, acting like he’d intended to fall asleep in Jin’s arms.
You reached over and scratched his head, then went into the library to finally do the work that you hadn’t been able to get done in the past three days.
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Before I Leave You (Pt.2)
(Omegaverse au, Mafia au, Bts x Reader)
*SNEAK PEAK*
Summary: On the worst days, Yoongi is judge, jury, and executioner. But he judges you and finds you worthy of protecting (and loving too).
Tags: Dead bodies, blood, murder/crime themes, guilt, childhood trauma, drugs (cocaine, heroine), domestic abuse, emotional abuse, physical abuse, controlling behavior, implications of omega mistreatment/discrimination, anorexia, blood, graphic depictions of violence, manipulation, talking behind someone's back, morally gray Yoongi,
W/c: 14.5k
A/N: Honestly this took me way too long to write and edit. I can’t tell if this is my favorite depiction i’ve ever written of falling in love or if I hate it. But yeah- i didn’t want to sit on it for much longer. This part takes place chronologically before the last part, and documents what happened while yoongi was away from the rest of his pack.
Previous part — Masterlist
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CHAPTER 2: THE DON
“She’s just an omega- you know how they are- they need a firm hand to keep them in their place.” Yoongi scoffs thinking of his omegas. Anyone who even dared to think that Seokjin and Jungkook did not wear the pants in their pack had another thing coming to them.
He watches his older brother cut another line of cocaine.
The amount of drugs in this Geumjae’s study cost enough to feed a small family for a year. But Yoongi knows better than to partake. He pretends to take a Bump and taps it off when Geumjae tips back a shot."Omegas aren't even fucking worth it if you ask me, brother, you're supposed to give half of yourself away, and for fucking what? A glorified bed warmer?"
Yoongi boils and stays silent, letting Geumjae get himself wasted on drugs and alcohol. He can't tell what distresses him more Geumjae has such little regard for life that he can't recognize that omegas are fucking people- or that he's so freely sharing this with him.
He knows he’s toeing the line. More pushing might hurt you more, if he provoked aggression from his brother- it would no doubt come back to bite you. Yoongi can’t imagine wanting to hurt someone he loves or speaking with the same callousness that Geumjae speaks. “Don’t you love her?”
Geumjae laughs at Yoongi’s childish question “Oh little brother, don’t you know that love makes you stupid?”
His brother has it all wrong but Yoongi’s powerless to say it. Those threats from the funeral linger. And it's not only your life and Yoongi’s at stake here but the rest of his pack. He has to fool Geumjae into thinking he is on his side.
“Work with me here- what will the other omegas in the pack think of you if they find out what kind of shit you pull? And they’ll take their concerns straight to their alphas and say you’re unfit to lead. You know I have to listen to the bulk of them regardless of what you want.”
If he can’t appeal to Geumjae’s humanity- he can appeal to Geumjae’s better interest and common sense. His image in the family is arguably the most important thing in geumjae’s mind, and Yoongi can tell by the way that Geumjae stiffens when he says the words that it’s stuck.
Geumjae might have been trained in torture, but Yoongi was trained in manipulation. And he take the bait- hook, line, and sinker.
After that, he has the good sense to act softer with you in front of the rest of the family at the very least. But he fears he might have done more bad than good when he sees the way you stiffen and fail to meet his eyes more consistently as the days go on. You’re sensitive about eye contact, Yoongi gets it. you don’t have as much control over your facial expression as the rest of these robotic mobsters.
Group dinners are routine, and while Yoongi could find an excuse to see you during the day, he’s also often pulled in 50 different directions by the expectations of his family.
He finds himself reading for dinner in a hurry most nights, eager or maybe a little panicked to check in with you. You never request his presence, you never text (though he made sure you have his number just in case), and the family dinners are tense between the two of you.
You maintain none of the easy friendship you’d started that day in the rain or that closeness. You avoid him like the plague at dinner, and It’s like that day in the rain never happened.
Geumjae sticks to your side like glue too. A hand that probably looks protective to anyone else but looks possessive to Yoongi slung around your waist. Yoongi sees the harshness and pain in your body when Geumjae’s hand tightens digging into the swell of your hip. You’re soft in the way that most omegas are a little soft- and it’s as expected as it is distracting.
He manages to corner you during one of the dinners. you're not alone- and you can hear the grannies and omegas prattling to each other in the kitchen. the alphas are outside enjoying a cigar and investigating one of the new rolls royces that one of yoongi’s uncles recently purchased.
The corset portion of your dress making your chest soft looking, plump and inviting if yoongi was the kind of man to get distracted by something like that. As it is- all he notices is how it’s making your chest heave. Breath uneven, he thinks he can hear the boning in the dress creek. It’s a designer thing, but it looks way too tight on you. he can tell how uncomfortable you are.
“Are you okay?” he asks, though it's clear you’re not, you dont reply, looking down and away worried. Hand hovering over your stomach, “I won’t get mad whatever it is.”
You bite your lower lip. hand catching yourself on a side table before you teater over, dizzy. Yoongi grabs you before you fall. “He did my corset too tight, it’s hurting my ribs. I feel like im going to pass out.” Yoongi quickly looks around, but there is no one around in the part of the house right now, the garden is a backdrop, speckled with lights. you’re alone.
Yoongi turns you around quickly, setting his champagne to the side and grabbing yours out of your hand. He undoes the top knot of the dress and you inhale gratefully as he tugs at the strings looser, fingers touching your bare skin. “Is that better?” he has to be quick. This isn’t exactly scandalous- but- its not quite proper.
You inhale deep and grateful. “So much better, thank you.” you barely have a second to both straighten up, Yoongi's fingers pulling the bow back together. grabbing your champagne and sipping at it a careful distance away from Yoongi. looking for all intents and purposes like you’ve been swathed in uncomfortable silence the entire time they were gone. The picture of propriety as Geumjae and a few other alphas return in a puff of rich smoke.
“Don’t mention it.” Yoongi says it softly so that only you can hear it.
More than once. Geumjae catches him staring at you during the dinner. you look so much more comfortable now that it’s been loosened. Your hand hovering in front of your dress to conceal your cleavage under the guise of fiddling with your necklace. During those moments, Geumjae rewards Yoongi’s wandering gaze with bold touches. A hand sliding from waist to hip and your sudden straightening in pain.
Geumjae’s harsh fingers digging into a bad bruise on your hip. you’re so trained, you barely flinch when he does it. And still- Yoongi’s hands tighten in his slacks. Gritting his teeth and biting the inside of his cheek to stop himself from making a scene and reaching across the table to stop Geumjae from hurting you.
Many of the other members of the family notice Geumjae’s sudden dogmatic approach to your presence in his life. Confirming what Yoongi suspects. That he’d never given you too much attention at these family meals before Yoongi came with his wandering eyes. He should do better be better not to put you in harm's way.
Yoongi keeps his eyes firmly trained on his plate full of spiced soft-shelled crab as one of the grannies comments on how sweet the two of you seem. Yoongi wants to gag. “You know how new love is. I feel like we’ll be in the honeymoon phase forever. I want her all to myself so bad I think she’s worried I’ll chain her to my bed” he says- feigning drunkenness. You laugh too- trying to play it off but Yoongi can see your barely concealed fear.
Staying silent and letting your husband hurt you is the hardest thing that yoongi’s ever had to do. But there are many more battles, fights and skirmishes to win in this war. Yoongi has to be patient.
He’s a poised snake, ready to strike at the perfect moment.
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REPUTATION|| Min Yoongi
Summary:
You were in the top. There was no person in the world who didn't know your name, either for your success or your reputation, believing that the only thing you should do is smile, be a good girl, don't force your opinions on people, and NOT for any reason deny the dating rumors. But then a gummy smile and a sweet accent came to change all your believe system, from a friends with benefits to falling in love, you encounter a new fear: would he love you despite your reputation
Pairings: Idol!Min Yoongi(SUGA) x singer!reader
Warnings: distorted body image and unwarranted fear of gaining weight. Unhealthy habits like starvation, underage alcohol consuption. Mild smut and age gap (Yoongi is 25 and reader is 20) but everything is consensual). If i miss something please let me know.
Gorgeous
You should take it as a compliment
That I got drunk and made fun of the way you talk
You should think about the consequence
Of your magnetic field being a little too strong
And I got a boyfriend, he's older than us
He's in the club doing, I don't know what
You're so cool, it makes me hate you so much
You make me so happy, it turns back to sad, yeah
There's nothing I hate more than what I can't have
Guess I'll just stumble on home to my cats
Alone, unless you wanna come along, oh
Anxiety was a familiar feeling, a daily occurrence even before you knew how to call it. The constant fear of making the wrong move, not filling everybody's expectations. But it never gets easier, walking a red carpet was nerve wracking at 20 like it was when you were 13, but expectations were higher, every single album need it to be different, different sound, different style, you need it to be more mature but not to sexy because then you were to provocative for kids who follow you, but not to demure because then you are a prim. And then, you were too fat, and then too skinny, or you would have the nice flat stomach that people expect but you didn't have the hourglass figure. So everything you stand in an outfit risky enough for you, you would shake like a leaf, praying that the apple and the water that you had eaten would not somehow make you look bloated. That you contour was blended, that the powder under your eyes would not flash in camera.
You were about to promote your second single of your album, a song who was for a ex manager and ended up seeing as a call out for war for a singer whom you were friends but ended up splitting ways when she started dating an ex boyfriend, an ex boyfriend that you don't actually love but it was still awkward going out with the new girlfriend of your ex. Your team takes it as publicity, even if there was not an actual feud, good or bad, publicity is publicity, and so the music video only seems to spark even more fire. Still you invited all of your friends, friends that you met through other friends, in fashion shows or while performing in lingerie runways, the kind of friends that you partied with in your mansion in Coney Island or the one in Malibu. But that only sends a spark of worry, appearing in a music video with models with perfect bodies only makes you even more insecure about your own, and you were scared about what people would think about it.
A tug in your arm pulled you out of the dazed of the camera's flash and your thoughts, Calum King was a producer, a handsome embodiment of masculinity, a strong build body, a short beard, barely there but enough to let you know that he was a man. He was older than you by a lot, not enough to be scandalous but enough to raise a few eyebrows.
He smile and you copied and hold his arm to the cameras, the lady assisting the red carpet gesture you to move and once you were out of the sight of the camera you let a shaky breath a pound in the head and the emptiness of your stomach make you feel dizzy and your publicist move quickly, holding a hard candy to you.
“Are you okay?” Calum asks, still holding you, you nod immediately and put the candy in your mouth.
“I´m good, the lights make me feel light headed but nothing that a little bit of sugar does´n fix” you say tasting the candy, feeling a little bit less tired, he nods but his sight was already far away from you.
“Baby, i´m going to say hello to a few friends, I¨ll see you in our seats, okay?” He doesn't wait for an answer, his manager following behind, you let a sigh of relief, relieved that you don't have to keep pretending anymore, Calum and you met a few months ago while visiting a friend of your to the studio, a paparazzi saw you having coffee and after that you kept seeing each other, he would be your date in events and to the world, you were official, but you didn't even be intimate,barely hold hands while walking in the streets, or kiss each other more than a few pecks when winning a prize, but even that, it felt forced. Your publicist looks away from her phone to look at you and gives you an indifferent look.
“A new korean band is in here, apparently they are very famous and are contending against you for one of the awards, maybe you should go and see them so people see that you support new talents”
Curiosity sparks within you “Korean band, is it BTS?” you asked, sipping your water you publicist arch an eyebrow
“Yes, did you know them?” she looks rarely interested, you nod reminiscing how a few weeks ago you had stumbled on a fan edit of you and one of the members titled “1997 golden babies” seeing the dark haired boy dancing and performing with that much passion caught your attention, looking at his name and thus his group, fascinated enough that you had expend a few hour looking at the music videos and some of their performances, a bubble of excitement grew in your stomach making you feel energized again and you started to walk knowing your publicist was going to take you to them, skipping to some people you got to the corner where a group of at least 10 men stand, you immediately felt short and tiny and intimidated but you put your confident face and wait for your publicist to talk with one of the men, who yo assume was their manager, he look surprised and his gazed fall to you where you standing sandwiched between your bodyguards, he nod and went to say something to the remaining men 7 of them wipe their heads instantly to you and you smile, you make the remaining and they scatter in formation, pushing the taller men in front, he gives you a smile and flashed with a set of dimples.
“Hii, is so nice to meet you guys” You break the ice, you scanned every single one of them, from the tall broad shoulder one to Jungkook, the one of the edit and then your eyes fall to one of them, instantly draw for the way he looks at you, like he knew something your eyes goes back to the taller guy as he start to talk.
“It's so incredible to meet, we are big fans of your music” he says, you had heard that a lot but he sound genuine and the rest of the boy nodded, your eyes went back to the guy with the feline eyes and you see something that you had seen before but rarely from another artist, admiration, but also understanding, like he understanded something and he was fascinated by it.
“Are you performing tonight?” you asked trying to shake the feeling that he was reading you like a book he understands the language.
“Ummm, no, not tonight, hopefully someday” he looked a little ashamed but that only made you feel more admiration for them, they are escalating little by little.
“Id watched some of your performance” a chorus of ¨whoas¨ breaks their silence and you smile wider “You would have made us look like kids beside you, you are truly amazing” you compliment, the words flooding with ease, all of them let a ¨thank you¨ and when you meet eyes with the feline eyed boy he gives you the most beautiful and shy gummy smile, something inside you felt warm and fuzzy and you enjoy it so much that you wish it never went away. Your publicist asked for a picture and you stand with them.
The flash was quick, you changed the pose and at the same time you felt a delicate brush of fingers in your back. Tingles run down your spine and your hair stands, how was it possible that a man could make you feel that way without talking, without knowing him? You didn't even know his name, or how he was, he could be an asshole.
The camera stop flashing and the warm fingers leave your trembling body (you didn't know if it was of starvation or the adrenaline running through your veins) You look at him, the man with the gummy smile, cat-like eyes and the rose petal lips, he bow and you did the same as a reflex, that make him smile fully and the giddy, warm feeling bubble in your stomach all the way up your chest. You broke eye contact and with warm cheeks you went to hug the taller guy hugging all of them (not without almost melting in gummy smile boy, and breathing deeply his mainly citrus smell).
Your entrance was cut out by your manager, who led you backstage and you hope you bump into them, to talk to him, to hear him and let his fingers pay with your skin, but you were immediately trap in the changing room pulling other set of clothes and when you get out your publicist was waiting with a mint and a glass of ice you chew while letting the makeup artist retouch your makeup.
You had already stood up 5 times to receive an award and Top Social Artist was the last nomination before going to change for your performance. Sitting on the front row with Calum on your side being the perfect supporting boyfriend and with Zendaya on the other side beside her a bunch of other models friends, big names in the industry who appeared in the music video that had already premiered a few awards ago. And although you should've be worried if you would win the category you were already seeing black spots, nausea and heavy eyelids accompanying, and sitting beside with the most beautiful, tallest, slimmest, women of the moment didn't make you feel better, you could barely hear anything but the sound of blood pumping through your ears but after hearing your name and the loud cheers of your fans a smile appear in your clammy face, you wonder if you could even stand to get the award if you win, a louder cheer broke in the arena and looking to the screen you saw the south korean band announced and when it disappears it took a few seconds for the screams to stop, the announcers opened the envelope, two seconds of silence in the speakers and then...“BTS!” You jump clapping finding strength out of nowhere and with a smile you saw the band walk in front of your eyes with wide eyes, open mouth and smiles, a single hand sticking out for you and knowing who it was you brush his hand with yours.
Then you turn back and with a bodyguard in front and another in your heels, you walk into the main stage of the arena.
Everything was blurry, you followed the guard into the hallway and crouched to get in the elevator, holding the mic and letting your head go over the choreography. And when the voice in your in ear says “one”you feel the lift move and stand.You felt like you were going to faint, but still make your moves as smooth as possibly, it felt like forever but when you give the final move and look at the camera you give the most convincing smile ever. Wait for the count to end and the light to ade out to let your body fall to the ground. But the light did not fade, and the camera was still on you.
The host appeared to your side to announce that your music had already broken a record and that you had won another 2 awards. You accept the award and let the host hug you and unintentionally your body stumbles, your eyes give a turn and feel almost lost conscious.“It's okay” you said to the man and pulled out with a smile, looking to the worried crowd,”It's okay” you repeat in the mic ” I very excited, to be here and to win this awards, thank you to everybody that make this possible, my fans, my family, my team, everybody that listen my music and the art i make, thank you so much, i love you” You said, making well rehearsed words leave your mouth, you leave following the lady with the awards, numb.
The act seemed innocent and so quickly and random that nobody should have noted, but it set something, pieces clicking in place, for you felt illicit, scandalous, it ignited something that you have never let your body cave in, lust. A sin so impure that only thinking about it makes you flustered, but it only took a couple of glances, some brushes of skin and a hug for you to continue the seduction game he started. And you wanted him to win, to ditch all the circus and let him take you to the hotel, seeing him all in black contrasting with his soft creamy skin, a fallen angel.
Wanting to feel something, did you deserve the awards? Your music had moved so much from your original goal that you barely felt it was good. So you didn't feel proud, and you did not feel happy, or sad, or angry. You felt hungry, and tired.
How dare he be so cool? With the glinting earrings and the necklaces and the deep voice and side smile, a dream, you never thought he was just your type. Was it possible for you to have him? A quick internet research let you know his name, his position on the group and his age, he was a little over five years older than you, younger than your “exes” but so much different, he felt real, a real man, but at the same time he was surreal, to perfect, to gorgeous. And you wanted to know all about him.
You sit alone in the buffet of your hotel, with other people who also went to the awards, munching on a chicken salad with some delicious sauce and bread sticks and a glass of orange juice. Your orange juice, of course, was spiked with alcohol by your manager, a way to make you last giggly and awake for the rest of the night. Feeling already full with your second plate and with already a certain amount of alcohol in your system, you felt better, enough to keep looking at the table in front of you. Where 7 boy sit holding a camera laughing at one of them knocking the glass with the camera gummy smile boy who had, just like you, been looking at you smile with you and you hold the big stack of tissues at him, he walk to you and brushing fingers he take it from your hands “thanks” he said with a deep voice, one that you had already heard in his music videos but never compared to the real thing.
It took you 30 minutes to shower, dry your hair, put light makeup and a flowy black dress, that fall above your knees, do a quick google research of what to expect at losing your virginity and chugging the mini bottle of wine of your mini fridge, cleaning all of the clothes on the bed and quickly fix it. And when you thought that he wouldn't come a knock was heard. You look for the last time in the mirror and open the door.
And he was there, his hair now completely straight and soft looking and his face was bare, no necklace and simple cotton shirt and black cargo pants. Like he couldn't be more gorgeous. Oh wait, he could, looking at you with the damn smile. “Hi” you said, already losing the game “Hi”, deep voice and cute accent, you can't help but giggle, boozing alcohol in your veins.
“Please, please come in” You open the door all the way “ I´m y/n, by the way” you said and he looks at you, “I know, I´m Yoongi” he says laughing “I know” you respondHe lifted an eyebrow “you do?” he said with a smug smile, “of course i know, i'm not that dump to hook up with a guy i don't even know the name of” you widen your eyes and blame the alcohol by your blunt remark, but feel relieved when he laughs. He let you lead the way to the living room and when he sits on the couch he notices the object on the coffee table, an unopened copy of BTS 'latest album you had.
They said goodbye and you broke contact, gulping the last of your orange juice and immediately got replaced, you looked back at your manager and publicist, talking to their manager, using the translator that look flustered, and you knew why, after yourself had talked with your manager about your request, voice confident but cheeks flushed, your manager didn't even had to approach BTS manager before he was already on his way, at that you felt a weird feeling, a territorial frown in your eyes, but you couldn't blame him. Every celebrity you have met has done this. A simple deal, a way for celebrities to keep their affairs as private and publicly clean, both sides agreed to keep it quiet and not slip ups. When they finally look at you, turn again to him, his manager walking to him, and slipping a black plastic card. A key to the room to one of the suites. Your suite.
“I thought you could signed for me” you explained with a shy tone “I found it on the airport bookstore and since i kinda collect music album i thought it was a nice addition”
He grabbed it “can i open it?” he said with the cute accent, you nod excited and he carefully start to unwrap you sit by his side to get a better look, when he finished it, he looks at you
“it has a photocard” he explains and you giggle again at the way he pronounce the last word, feeling the warm feeling in your stomach and he send your favorite smile at you.He opens the book and stop at the page with the card stuck to it “It's random so is a surprise, go, turn it around” he gesture to the book, you grab it and turn it around,
“Oww” you let out a disappointed sound when you look at the man that clearly wasn't your Min Yoongi, he laughs and you pout “what can i do if i want one of you?” you ask with a distressed look. He dares to look flustered and he reach to his neck and the his hair, you wanted yours in its place, you licked your lips and look at lis face, “You could buy lots of album until mine come out” hmmm
“That's a good idea” his stare became intense and his eyes darken, his tongue brushed his bottom lip and someone must move forward because your lips replaced his tongue was now kissing his lips.
Your fingers grab his shirt while his palms was cupping your cheeks, thumb brushing against it, the darkest desires in your mind, the need to be touch to be taken care of,taking his hand in yours you put it on your thigh, where your dress had lift and he complied to your silent request, pushing the fabric up and caressing your skin, but not where you need it him.
You lean in the couch bringing him with you, but he pull from the kiss, leaving you gasping, “are you sure?” he ask, with his soft, dark eyes, lips swollen and flushed cheeks, you nod, but he shakes his head “are you sure?” he repeats, you think for a second looking at your giddy, boozy brain, “yes, i'm sure” you said with the most confident voice you could muster, he kiss you again and then its your turn to pull away from the kiss ”wait, wait, i, i haven't, i never have i ever before, i mean, i never had done this before” you confess and he looks at you still panting, he nods, and ask again “are you sure?” and you are.
He didn't let you lay in the couch.
He let you run your fingers through his torso and take his shirt off.
You let him pull down the strips of your dress.
He let you know how much he desires you.
You let him touch for the first time against the wall, making you see stars and blow away in a climax.
He takes to the bed, carrying like you were a leaf.
You let him stole sweet moans out of your mouth
He takes it slowly, touching skin like you were fine china.
You feel like a confident woman when you whisper “you are so gorgeous, I can say anything to your face.”
He lets a deep chuckle and gives a deep thrust making you scream of pleasure.
A mix of sloppy kisses, discreet love bites, nails against skin and pasional hip thrust between the sheets you let yourself think for a second that is not a one time thing, that euphoric feeling you were experimenting and that it was the most happy you had been in years was going to finish the moment he finish panting against your neck.
You tried to not look disappointed when he stood up and walked to the bathroom, closing your eyes, letting yourself feel the remnants of your climax.
He came back a few minutes later, cleaning between your legs and leaving a soft kiss in your thigh before slipping your underwear in its place, holding you in his arms.
You cried for the first time in front of a person.
He tells you that he knew you were hungry, he had felt it before. Not by his own choice.
You tell him about the empty feeling in your stage while on stage.
He kisses your face while rubbing circles in your back.
When the morning sun came up you watched his sleeping figure, his back up and belly down, face facing you and his arm around you.
You mindlessly start writing invisible letters, your name. Wishing he could be more than a stranger.
He lets you a note. His number. Breakfast. And a single pink flower and a book from the souvenir store “ The meaning of flowers”
Azalea
The azalea is the flower that ushers in springtime in the southern United States. That’s one reason it’s so closely associated with beauty and rebirth.
These blooms are often given as a symbolic message to, “Take care of yourself,” which is an important sentiment to extend to the bereaved.
Little-Known fact:
Azaleas are celebrated in festivals throughout the world, especially the U.S. and Asia. In Chinese culture, the azalea is known as the “thinking of home bush” and was immortalized in the poetry of a famous poet during the Tang dynasty.
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I FINISH THIS CHAPTER
It took years, but my mental health has been bad lately and also was hard to write the first meeting, if it look to rushed, dont worry its kinda the point, they are not in love but definetly know that they felt something. But they dont know each other, i like to think of them as soulmates.
We see how she was physically and mentaly hitting rock bottom and her team is not as innocent as it look.
If i was vague about everything, when the managers were talking, they were basically negociating the one night stand, that way the public wouldnt found out. A normal ocurrence in this AU.
Everything you feel courius about, please let me know.
Thank you so much for reading, i love you
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So, random topic but my sister asked me recently if I thought memories 2020 would include the full clip of jimin and jungkook playing that night jimin hurt his foot in ITS. And I was like huh?? First of all we already have the behinds for ITS, that's where we got the clip in the first place and second of all, we already have all of the clip. And she was like nah we don't cause we didn't actually see jimin fall and get hurt, we just heard it.
And I was like well yeah cause it was probably too dark outside to get footage of where jimin fell and she was like nope it was plenty bright enough outside. So we went back to watch the clip and it really was bright enough for the cameras to have picked it up. So now I'm suspicious lol.
Is it just that jimin didn't want them to show him getting hurt?? Did jimin really even get hurt that way??? Why didn't we see the footage??? Am I just writing a conspiracy theory in my head based off of a non issue??? Lol I'm a mess over here.
So just for funsies, why do you think we weren't shown the clip of jimin actually falling?
Hello anon! Man, I love ITS talk. Let's chat about it!
Okay, so I too, love conspiracy theories lmao but I don't think this was one... if you wanna talk conspiracy theories... let's talk about that major ass cut in the middle of the entire Mosquito net scene �� Or Jimin saying his drunk shenanigans ending in injury with JK was the most significant part of his trip for him 👀 that'll get me going on conspiracy theories. Lol
In short, no. I don't think we will ever see more of that Mosquito net scene. Lol I think we saw all we were going to see of what happened in Jungkook's bedroom that night.... if you know what I mean...
And for why we didn't see Jimin getting hurt... well BHM has a tendency to "protect their artists image" lol by not showing things that are embarrassing or covering their faces when they make really stupid faces on camera. Lol for example... covering Namjoons sleeping face, covering Jimins nipples lol, covering J-hopes scared face...
I do think he fell and got hurt, bruised his knee or foot like he said. BHM probably didn't feel the need to SHOW us Jimin getting hurt... honestly I don't think they were planning on telling us about ANYTHING from that night expect people noticed Jimin limping and wanted to know why. Thoeries about the net and JMs injury were going WILD lol. They had questions and BH needed to provide some answers to put out the fire. Hence the super cut up behind the scenes clip we got. Lol but we literally can hear him fall and the clatter of him falling and him shouting. Now if we wanna start taking guesses on why we weren't shown any footage of AFTER he fell and JK went to check on him... well who is to say JK didn't go and kiss him all better?? Lol
And if want my conspiracy theory on what happening to cause so many cuts in that footage. Well I don't think Jimin flopping down on top of that net is what broke it. That net was FINE when we last saw it.... which was Jimin laying on it and JK walking over to Jimin. Then all of a sudden it's in pieces and Jimin is cackling and dragging it away. Lmao nahhh... no, I don't think they had sex. They knew the camera was there and all their clothes were firmly in place, except JMs jacket I think... Lol but there might have definitely been some play wrestling going on leading to something less "friendly." But what do I know! Nothing! They could have just thrown random shit at each other and played tug of war with the net too. Lmao and BH cut it because they were acting like idiots and felt we didn't need to see it all. I lean towards the conspiracy theory on this one though, just personally 😂
Okay, so the tinhattery in this post was significantly more extreme than I usually allow to happen here. Sorry!! Ill reign myself back in for the next one! Lol Goodness I love ITS jikook and bts. They all had so much fun.
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JM JK timeline - my observations how they grew over the years
JM JK timeline.- my observations how they grew over the years
Disclaimer: these are my own opinions and conclusions. Feel free to disagree, but hate or aggression will be unacceptable.
This is coming out so much longer than I anticipated, so please accept my apology in advance, I will have to post this in several parts (not sure yet how many).
Part 1
I have been wanting to tackle this for a while now.
I have read many post on this matter. Many believe their relationship started during the 2017 trip to Tokyo - that they ‘decided to become boyfriends’ during that trip. I may be the unpopular vote here, but I tend to disagree on the matter.
While the 2017 trip did cement the relationship and strengthen it (I mean they finally got to have a few days of total privacy, being themselves alone with each other, with no outside interference), in my opinion, it most definitely was not the start of the romantic relationship between them. It was not a catalyst that brought them to the decision to have a full blown relationship.
I find it hard to make analogies to dating stages when it comes to JK and JM, because I believe we actually can’t in this case. It’s so different. These are two young men that spent their formative years together. For JK Jimin was there throughout his defining teenage years, both of them becoming young adults living under the same roof, being together almost 24/7, going through all the hardships in the early years together. Sharing all the highs and lows together. You can’t compare that to someone that meets and starts dating, gets to know each other and so forth. There is no comparison what so ever.
Another misconception, in my opinion, is that JK didn’t like JM at the start, some even going so far as to say he hated him. I don’t want to come out rude, but bollox. JK was very young when he joined BTS, just at the start of his defining puberty years. He was the youngest in the group and he struggled with finding his place, struggled with defining who he was, what he actually wanted to do, what he wanted for himself. He found an older brother in Jin. He found someone to look up to in RM. He found someone to fool around with in Tae. He looked up to Hobi and Suga, and they also tried to help him and guide him through his struggles. Fans saw these connections. The fans also saw Jimin being super friendly, maybe over friendly, with JK, constantly saying how cute he is and how much he likes JK. They saw what they perceived as a tug of war with Jimin, when Jimin is pushing onto JK and JK looks like he is pushing him back, like he wasn’t interested what so ever. But this was mainly due to tendentiously edited clips.
Before writing these lines I made sure to go over chronological footage. Starting with pre debut. Seeing all this raw, unedited footage, and reading members interviews they gave just reinforced my disagreement with the ‘JK hated Jimin’ concept. It can’t be further than the truth.
Jimin to JK was sort of a fresh breath of air from home. Both of them from the same hometown. JK having an older brother and JM missing his younger brother. They both loved dancing. They both worked their butts off. It was an instant connection. From the get go Jimin was a rock for JK, someone JK could talk to, rely on, practice with, someone that had a great influence on JK.
JK was a shy introvert teenager, he didn’t know how to show vulnerability, he didn’t know how to show affection, and also I think Jimin’s level of openness and true affection towards him may have overwhelmed him. In a later interview JK tells how he used to feel he had to wear a mask, not being able to be himself. Not knowing how to behave in social environments, what was expected of him as ‘a man’ (when writing this the ‘men shouldn’t check their selfies’ conversation with Jimin comes to mind) . So, he may have pushed back on occasions. Jimin’s affection and openness overwhelmed him. But Jimin was the one to comfort him when he missed his parents, and cried at night. Jimin was the one he spoke to when he was questioning his career decisions .
It was hard for him to say or show Jimin that he liked him, that he needed his attention and friendship, but he did. The most telling was when JM on Rookie King Ep. 4 (starting 23.07min) got up and sounded his frustration with the way JK was treating him. I think he was actually caught off guard when JK, being honest, replied to Jimin tirade that he behaves the way he does because he likes him too much. That was certainly an eye opener.
The episode was aired in May 2014!!! I keep saying over and over again: Listen to what they are saying!!!
Establishing the fact that JK and JM were close from the get go, I will move on to another conclusion I made that is a base for my timeline, another reason why I feel some of the timelines out there are incorrect.
JK and JM’s love story is not one of “love at first sight” or physical attraction that leads to dating, getting to know one another and finally love. It is my belief that JM and JK loved each other before they started exploring their physical attraction. The closest analogy I can make is a romantic relationship that buds out of a great friendship. When someone is your best friend, when you love them for who they are, when you know them in and out for all they are, including their faults, before you realise that you are physically attracted to them, that’s when love is so strong that there is almost nothing that can break it. I believe that is the nature of JK and JM’s love, and that is why my timeline doesn’t fit other timelines out there. There wasn’t a flirting period, a dating period, a relationship period etc. Their relationship doesn’t fit those moulds. Yes there was flirting. Yes there was hesitance moving forward once they realised they actually liked each other on a different level. But it wasn’t within those ‘relationship moulds’ that are referred to in different posts.
Also, we need to remember that they weren’t going through all of this in a vacuum. Both boys were in a boy band of 7 members. All seven members very close to each other and love each other in their own ways. Anything JM and JK did, any step they made towards each other could have a rippling effect on their friends, on their band, on their careers. Add to that the fact that it was a ‘forbidden’ relationship, that not only is it a gay relationship frowned upon in SK society (frowned upon is putting it very lightly. Being in a gay relationship could be so risky for them both. Risky not only to their careers but also for their physical safety), but also, as idols, romantic relationships were a big no no. And what about their families? How would they take it? Will they accept them? They were young men that had to deal with all these issues, all while finding their way to each other.
So, where do I stand when it comes to defining this love story’s timeline?
It’s hard to tell.
That was a truly shitty answer, I know. LOL
We will never really know the accurate timeline, not unless JM and JK decide to share it with us one day.
But I’m not going to chicken out, not now.
I am going to tell you what I believe is more or less the timeline of progression in the relationship.
Saying that, I’m not going to get into too many details because that’s just wrong. It feels too voyeur to me.
And here we go:
From re-watching old content, I see a shift in JK towards the end of 2014 (maybe even mid 2014 during American Hustle Life). He becomes ‘nicer’, in a way, towards Jimin, doesn’t stop teasing him though (sometimes as a guise to seek Jimin’s attention though, rather than laugh at him). He also becomes clingier. Almost every shot taken he is by JM’s side, behind him or in his close vicinity. He is seeking out JM’s attention.
20 Nov 2014 there is another ‘Looks ranking’ (during the Pops in Seoul War of hormone interview (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y4JO1GxTKXI starting from 2.39min). I find this one interesting. Once again, JK ranks Jimin last, while ranking himself 6th. Jimin is evidently hurt by the ranking. You can see it on his face. It felt like he was truly disappointed and hurt by what JK did. I tried to find remorse on JK’s part, but couldn’t. He finds it funny, or so it seems. Did he rank JM last because he was the easiest to appease later? Did he do it to hide his growing attraction? We will never know. I don’t think that he wants to hurt Jimin, I don’t even think he is aware just how badly he did hurt him. What is evident to me, in any case, is that at this point he still lacks the empathy and sensitivity towards Jimin and his feelings. This is something that will develop later on in JK’s behaviour towards him.
This leads into the beginning of 2015. Remember JM’s Bangtan bomb from January 2015, seeking out JK for an interview (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e2JphzsaTIE )? How Jimin is adamant he is seeking out JK, who is avoiding him, and Tae’s teasing repetitively: “avoids?”. Tae repeats this laughingly 4 times. After a couple of times Jimin says it’s a joke, but after the fourth he actually turns sharply towards Tae, as if to wack him, saying again it’s a joke, making Tae giggle and say “sorry, sorry”. From their interaction it’s totally clear that JK far from avoids Jimin. The teasing way Tae repeats it 4 times shows us quite the contrary. Not only doesn’t JK avoid JM, he seeks him out. And what we can see from the clips around that time just strengthen that conclusion. JK is constantly around Jimin. He is the one that is seeking out JM’s closeness.
Something else I noticed from this clip is how JK doesn’t flinch at the end when Jimin asks for a kiss and goes in for the kill. I think Jimin was expecting JK to push back immediately, but that doesn’t happen. After a couple of seconds JK does flinch, but not at the beginning. It could be because he was surprised by JM’s move, but JM did say he wanted a kiss, and it wasn’t the first time he pulled a stunt like that. JK also laughs at the end, after pushing back, unlike previous reactions, when he just seemed annoyed. JK’s reaction just seemed different to me. This is only a nuance, and I might be wrong.
Next jump is towards mid 2015. During this period between the start and mid of 2015 JK’s attraction to JM really shows. He just can’t keep his eyes or hands off him. He is most obviously attracted to him. Has he come to terms with it? I think he is still in turmoil at this point. Not clear with himself what this is he is feeling, is it ok to feel this, and are his feelings going to be reciprocated. Thinking about the situation he is in, how isolated he probably thought he was, is heartbreaking. It’s not that he had any one he could confide in within the group (not about that). He had to work it all out by himself. The person that he usually confided in, the one that he allowed to see him in his weaknesses was the person he had these feelings for.
Some examples: BTS Bomb after KBS music bank 1st place 9 May 2015 (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UV3vIYdTNIU from 4.36min) – moody JK when he’s eyeing Jimin interacting with Hobi and Jin, also the way JK averts his eyes when Jimin looks his way. He’s not happy. Mood changes when Jimin pays him attention pulling him by his shirt.
BTS Yeoeuido Fansign 4th July - 2015. https://twitter.com/i/status/775127718409150464 Very well known clip. JK outright getting pissed off when RM puts his arm around Jimin and pulls him closer. Jimin calls out to JK several times, and JK ignores him, until Jimin asks the fans if they want to see JK send them a heart. JK, with straight face, not a hint of a smile on his face, does the heart. RM’s reaction also quite peculiar, removing his hand from Jimin after seeing JK’s reaction. I recommend to watch the whole clip. JK’s facial expression changes immediately after turning and watching Hobi, but then becomes solemn again when turning back looking at RM and JM, staring at JM as he gets up.
I bring up this example again, because I feel like this is a transition stage, when JK is finding it hard to come to terms with what he is feeling, but it is effecting his surroundings, that are becoming aware there might be something going on with him. I don’t think that at this point JM is fully understands what is going on with JK, why he is acting all hot and cold. I mean, like the other members, he might suspect that something is going on, but feelings have not been made clear yet.
Somewhere between then and 29 Aug 2015 I think something changes. I know the theory is that JK was shocked by Jimin fainting during their Osaka fan meeting on the 20th August 2015 and decided to make his move, referencing to the 20th Aug fanmeeting, JK stopping by Jimin’s side singing the lyrics of the song to him. Jimin does seem pleased by it, but still I can’t say if that is actually the case.
Saying that, I do see a shift during the HK concert on 29th Aug 2015 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lPta9bGWmG8 . During the performance of ‘Pretty woman’ (from 0.34min) there is a pretty intense, even sultry, staring moment that just feels is different. The way they are looking at each other is just telling. Following we can see Jimin checking out JK a couple of times, so much so that Tae notices it at some point. That is the moment that I saw that something has changed.
To be continued...
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Hello friend!
You know how much I love the BSU and Kathony and your fics, drabbles and headcanons are a gift! Especially Spicy Sunday 😏 The Kathony Spicy Sunday this week was a delight and very 🥵🥵🥵 And, I’ve realized I haven’t made my Spicy Sunday request yet 😅 Funny enough, mine isn’t for Kathony (don’t worry I’ll think of something for them, too) but for Lucy/Gregory.
As we know, Gregory is our sweet, hopeless romantic Bridgerton boi, but Lucy does bring out a side of him. They do have 9 kids after all 🤣 Now, in the Kathony Spicy Sunday you mentioned that Anthony wasn’t the only Bridgerton boy unable to keep his hands to himself around the office. Can we maybe see Gregory being the other one? 👀👀👀
Ahh, my buddy, my pal, You know how to get me.
Gregory Bridgerton is a Jedi in the streets and a Sith in the sheets, Change my mind! (That's a star wars reference that you won't get because you haven't seen them. A constant dagger to my heart I assure you!) You can take that boy home to mum, and he knows exactly how to get a gal where she's going. We love to see it!
Okay. Getting Handsy at work feat. Gregory and La La la Lucy!
Lucy Abernathy was many things, and she was proud of all of them. But most of all she prided herself on being appropriate in all situations. She always knew what to say at weddings, what to write in group birthday cards, and what to say when condolences were necessary. Lucy Abernathy was carefully pieced together, and unflappable. That was, provided she was not around her boyfriend Gregory Bridgerton.
Everything about Gregory seemed to set her on edge, hyperaware of his presence. Whether she liked i or not, eve before they were together, she was aware of the intricacies of his schedule. He arrived at 7:45am, he made a cup of coffee, he waited for Anthony, He sat in the tea room and had a toasted sandwich from 1-2pm and he left at 5:45pm most days. Routine, like clockwork. Until one day at 12:55pm he'd grabbed a duffel bag and headed fr the lift. He'd returned an hour later in a tank top and shorts and suddenly, the office had felt very, very warm.
And really it was very hard to concentrate when the man for whom you were quietly pining away was parading around in front of you with his unfairly muscular arms on display, and his stupid kind smile. At least Kate pretended not to notice that Lucy kept dropping things whenever Gregory came back from the gym, waving happily at her, no idea of the apparent sex pest she was. And she'd thought it would get easier when she started dating him. But apparently, she didn't know anything anymore.
Now whenever she saw him walk back into the office, her travel mug in his hand, his own water bottle in the other, heat started pooling low in her stomach. because she knew. She knew what it felt like to have those arms tight around her, his fingertips bruising her thighs, to feel the hard planes of his abs against her own body. Just the thought made her shiver. And Gregory knew it too.
"Hey Luce." He said, in what Lucy was sure he thought was a casual voice one day, dropping a light kiss on her cheek, a light sheen of sweat still on his forehead. Settling himself on her desk, his muscles flexing slightly, and Lucy was already burning. She cleared her throat.
"How was the gym?" They were both pretending to be casual this afternoon apparently. Greg shrugged, one of his hands starting to draw little patterns on the fabric of her skirt.
"It was... hot in there today." His eyes flicked to hers, usually a light hazel, dark behind his glasses, and her breath caught. Her mind desperately screaming at her to shut this down, they were at work for fuck's sake. Bt apparently, she wasn't listening today.
She let her eyes rake obviously over the way his singlet clung to his muscles, his shorts tight.
"Yes, you look very sweaty." her pulse thundered in her ears as Greg leant towards her, trying to ignore how he smelled like aftershave and something inherently more masculine, the way he always did after, heat pooling low in her stomach as he chuckled in her ear breathlessly.
"Can I get you a little sweaty?" his lips ghosted over her ear, his hand inching underneath her skirt and-
"It's just in here, Greg!" She said loudly standing from her desk suddenly, and swinging the door to Kate's office open, dragging him inside, and snapping the door closed behind them.
And as soon as she did, Gregory was on her. His lips claiming hers almost possessively, their teeth clashing together, his tongue making positively filthy motions against hers a promise of more, as he walked her backwards, until her legs hit the edge of the desk, his huge frame dwarfing her, crowding her against the desk in a slightly thrilling way, his muscles flexing as he lifted her to perch on the edge. His teeth marking her neck softly, then her chest and then he kneeled in front of her, his hands tugging her knees apart roughly.
Lucy felt her head drift backwards a little overcome by the situation she'd found herself in, Gregory's voice a firm command.
"You know the rules, Lucy, Eyes open, please." His eyes never leaving hers as his lips teeth caught on the edge of her stockings marking her as his again, his fingers so close to where she needed them.
"Greg, please." A soft whimper ringing through the office and then a sigh when they found their mark, moving gently against her at first, and then more firmly as heat coiled tightly inside her, burning her from the inside out.
"Fuck Luce, I've been thinking about this all day. Do you know how hard it is to concentrate when you're right fucking there?" His voice was like gravel and then his mouth joined his hands, moving over her, their soft moans mingling in the silence, her fingers slipping through his hair, heat coiling tighter and tighter until it snapped. A soft scream muffled by her own hand, Gregory's murmered encouragement as she fought for breath. So beautiful Luce, So Good.
His smirk was a little smug when he pulled back, plucking her underwear from the floor as he stood. regarding them carefully before he said
"I think I'll keep these for the rest of the day. You can get them back at mine tonight." Kissing her lightly on the cheek as he tugged her from the desk, pulling her skirt down, straightening her blouse for her as her mind struggled to keep up as he tugged her from the office.
To look straight into the unbearably smug eyes of her boss, Gregory's future sister-in-law who was spinning around idly in Lucy's chair.
"My, My, My, Lucinda what a pickle. Would you like to be the pot or the kettle today?" Kate said smirking.
And Lucy Abernathy who was always incredibly appropriate desperately wished that the ground would swallow her.
#bridgerton and sons au#lucy x gregory#gregory is a jedi in the streets and a sith in the sheets#change my mind#gregory bridgerton is a hot nerd#and lucy abernathy is a lucky bitch#gregory bridgerton#lucy abernathy#spicy sunday🌶#molly's asks and answers
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yoongi x reader
requested by @ughtear ( Hi! I was just able to see your post and I was wondering if I could request prompt 3+1 (three times he proposes and the one time you say yes) with Yoongi? The idea of it makes me so soft! Also, I’m new at requesting so I don’t know what format is 🥺)
genre: fluff
words: 1.8k of cute stuff!!
synopsis: 3+1 (Three times Yoongi proposes and the one time you say yes)
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Kindergarten was such a hassle for young Yoongi. Coloring within the lines and connecting the dots were too exhausting and all he wanted was for nap time to come. He should be at home sleeping with his blanket in hand. Hatred for school aside, Yoongi wasn’t very social. He was a shy boy who would rather listen to some tunes even if he didn’t understand the lyrics that well.
Well, he couldn’t exactly hate school.
There was this girl who always approached him, someone he could say was his friend. During recess, when the noisy kids stumble their way towards the outside, he could be seen sluggishly lagging behind as he talks (well, listens) to this girl in messy pigtails and pink overalls share her entire life story.
Y/N Y/L/N.
You were a very cheerful kid who, despite the very young age, could easily detect and adapt to people’s attitudes. Unlike the ever-bratty Sohee who cried because Yoongi wasn’t giving her the compliments she wanted about her new Sailor Moon bag from mommy or the annoying Taka who demanded he play heroes with Yoongi, you knew your limits.
Whatever that meant to two toddlers.
Yoongi liked you the most. You were a fun person to be with. You would let him nap when he wanted to and you always gave him the dog stickers from the prizes you get for being a good kid. You would give him some of your snacks (except for the juice boxes, he knew you loved those so much) and would wait for him when recess starts.
So one day, little Yoongi asked his parents what it meant to like a friend so much and what he should do about it (well of course, he messily relayed his story because he would get off track and tell them about the dog he saw). His dad wanted to poke fun and tell him something he didn’t understand anyway.
“What’s marriage?”
“Well, Yoongi, it’s when you like your friend so much that you want to be friends with them for life!” His dad replied, earning a smack on the head from his mother because that was wrong on many levels.
“I’m gonna marriage n/n!!” Little Yoongi cheered, or rather grinned but that was already the most he could express before going back to watching his favorite show.
The next day, without his mother knowing, Yoongi’s father told him to give you flowers if he wanted to “marriage” you. Yoongi giggled as he pocketed the little rose that his dad handed over before skipping to school.
He liked being friends with you so much that he wanted to “marriage” you. But he wasn’t expecting the news he’d received that day.
You had to move to Seoul with your father after your parents separated, leaving little Yoongi in Daegu with a crumpled little rose.
The next time he saw you was in high school. Obviously, you weren’t the messy pigtails and pink overalls n/n anymore but that was the latest memory of you that Yoongi could remember. To see you, nimbly looking at your fingers as the teacher introduced you to the class as the transferee -- it overwhelmed him. A good kind of overwhelming he supposed.
But with Yoongi being Yoongi, he didn’t want to approach you first. For all he knew, you could’ve forgotten the little Yoongi who usually wore blue shirts and loved dogs. He wanted to approach you, he really does, but with his reputation as one of the quiet basketball players of Daegu High and the possibility of you being questioned by his so-called fans, he couldn’t.
To his surprise, you approached him the same way you did when you were little. With a “Is that you Yoon?” from you and a rare gummy smile from him, the two best friends were once again joined by the hip.
“I can’t believe Min ‘I hate moving’ Yoongi is a basketball player,” You snorted, staying close to your only friend in your high school as he goes to the gym.
“Well I can’t believe Y/L/N ‘I’m never taking my pigtails off’ Y/N isn’t wearing pigtails anymore,” Yoongi replied, chuckling a bit at your embarrassment.
“Sh-Shut up!”
Your friendship was easily built again, it was stronger even. You didn’t mind the occasional “You’re my love rival but Yoongi will be mine” declarations that you got once a week (surprisingly, more than half of the female population loved the quiet, basket-ball loving types. )
They should see Yoongi in a pet store, you snickered.
“Hey! Why are you laughing at me?! You think you’re better than me!?”
Ah right… You forgot… Sohee, you remembered her as the girl who seemed to like Yoongi in kindergarten, was also issuing a “love war” with you for your best friend’s heart.
“Not really, darling. I just think you’re stupid… But you didn’t hear that from me,” You cackled just as Yoongi arrived to get your ass out of there.
That morning aside, the school had finally opened their festival. Your class prepared a cafe-like service where everyone cosplayed (you had no say in it) and you were sadly and unwillingly put in a maid costume. Perhaps it was karma for calling Sohee stupid. Yoongi got lucky and was just put in a simple prince costume.
“I don’t think this is fair,” You sighed, tugging at your skirt so it could cover more skin. Yoongi grunted, somehow also unhappy that he had to dress up as some lame ass prince.
“Stop whining, short-stack. At least your legs are covered. Now let’s go around to check the other booths,” You huffed, dragging a reluctant Yoongi around.
Maybe you shouldn’t have done that.
Class 3-A and 3-B somehow agreed to combine their booths. It would’ve been a harmonious unification had their booths been something other than the ones they had: A marriage and a jail booth.
The little shits changed their rules and made it into something you thought was so funny. Some idiots from 3-B would “jail” and handcuff you to some poor victim that would also get caught and from there, you had two choices: pay 5,000 won to be set free or get married for only 500won. It was genius and you would’ve made a lot of moola because you’re also a little shit. But you were one of the victims. Fuck.
So here you were now, being dragged by Taka, another someone from your childhood, to 3-A’s marriage booth for your very unfortunate fate.
“Why is she alone, you idiot? You gotta handcuff two people for it to work,” 3-A’s president chided upon noticing you were the only one handcuffed. Luckily, Yoongi trailed along (to laugh at you or use this as blackmail, you weren’t sure). He seemed so ticked off when Taka dragged you though.
“Well,” Taka smirked as he raised his free arm, “it can always be me.”
Horrified at his very forward advances, you cringed and silently cried for Yoongi’s help. Before you could voice out your dislike, however, Yoongi had already pulled you from Taka’s hold.
“Marry me, Y/N.”
Your face immediately turned into different shades of red. You were too speechless to even respond to him shoving Taka away and handcuffing himself to you. Some of the people who were in 3-A’s room gasped because even they couldn’t believe that this was happening. Yoongi was nervous, it was embarrassing after all, but it wasn’t obvious in any way. You were about to give him his answer but then...
“NO!!”
Sohee crashed the wedding before it could even start and 3-A’s president let you guys go as an apology for the commotion.
You couldn’t forget that day… especially when you almost answered yes.
Perhaps it was inevitable. Your friends and their mothers seem to have already known what was ahead before you two got there. But eventually, you and Yoongi got together. You already knew he wanted to pursue a music career and were more than supportive when he decided to sign under a small company named BigHit.
While together, you two worked your best to pay your rent and debts. You two ran away from Daegu after none of your parents approved of your career choices, with him and his dream to be a producer and you and your dream of arts. It was hard having to leave your comfortable life in your little hometown but having Yoongi with you helped a lot.
A few years later, your boyfriend (now changed into the rapper and producer of the idol group BTS) found out that his company loosened its strict ban on dating and he was finally able to introduce you to his friends. (though they knew Yoongi had someone in his heart, they were never able to put a face to it)
Your favorite member (shh don’t tell anyone) had to be Hoseok. He can easily lift everyone’s spirits up and he displayed so much warmth when Yoongi introduced you to the guys.
There was a reason why Hoseok was so easy to hang out with. He was the first to know that Yoongi had someone in his life and would often come to him when he wanted to talk about you (there were times he was so excited about you that he wanted to tell everyone,,, thankfully he had hobi to talk to). So it was like Hoseok already knew you before he could meet you. Because of that, Hoseok was the middleman. The person who would be the voice of reason if you two fought. You also went to Hoseok about Yoongi, especially because you still weren’t allowed to tell the world that you were with Min “BTS’ Rapper and Producer” Yoongi.
Hoseok was also the first one to know when Yoongi had plans of proposing. He was aware of your history and would always laugh whenever you’d describe a jealous high schooler Yoongi yanking you away from some random named Taka.
It had to be one of the most painful things for Hoseok when he was told to keep quiet of the surprise. He was bubbling with excitement that day and was mirroring Yoongi’s eagerness to finally ask you the question you’ve been denied of answering since.
After a simple dinner out, you both decided to walk in a quiet park (it was quite late so no one was around). Yoongi inhaled, unconsciously gripping your hand quite tightly, and looked for the velvet box with his other.
You stopped at some point to gaze at the comforting contrast of the night with the city lights but you felt Yoongi halt in his tracks so you turned around.
There he was, one knee on the ground as he grinned that gummy smile of his that you’ll never get tired seeing, with the question you’ve been wanting to answer for your whole life.
“Will you marry me, Y/N?”
“Yes.”
It took Yoongi three times to propose to you, and he wouldn’t want it any other way.
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Pride & Joy
BTS Extra Member AU
Summary: [Requested] BTS are at ISAC (This would probably take place in 2015) and Lexi is competing in archery.
Warnings: none
Taglist: @kimonmars @mythicalamphitrite @hyunmijung @soobinssmile @atinygracie
A/N: So I’ve never actually sat down and watched ISAC, so I have no idea how accurate this is. I do know that the teams tend to be made up within groups, but seeing as her team would be BTS, making it a mixed gender group (Not that there’s a problem with that, I just wanted to keep it semi close to what I see in the videos), I’m just going to have it be that the team was randomly selected from different girl groups, if that makes any sense. Anyways, I hope you enjoy!
Requests are open for each girl! Please let me know what you think.
“Lex? Are you nervous at all?” Lexi turned to face Taehyung as he and Jimin stood next to her. All three stood off with the other idols as they waited for the next event.
Lexi looked at both boys, eyes wide, nodding her head vigorously. Taehyung and Jimin laughed, the latter of the two, wrapping his arm around her.
“You’ll do great. I mean, you actually did competitive archery before, so I think you have everyone beat,” Taehyung chuckled, patting her head.
“I feel like that’s cheating though,” Lexi mumbled, tugging on the hem of her shirt. She watched as a few other idols gathered near each and talked.
“Not really. They know that you’re basically a pr-” Jimin started, but was cut off.
“I’m not a pro,” Lexi repeated for the nth time that day.
“Yeah ‘cause only pros have medals and trophies,” Taehyung said, nodding.
“Oh, wait. You have those.” Jimin looked at Lexi in mock surprise. The maknae jabbed his side with her elbow. “Ow.”
“Anyways,” Taehyung began, chuckling, “They know you have experience and they’re still letting you go.”
Lexi huffed out a slightly annoyed sigh. She hated when Taehyung had a point. “Whatever,” she rolled her eyes, then walked away from them, looking for Yoongi. She found him standing with Hoseok watching the ongoing event.
“Hi,” she said, squeezing her way in between the two. Lexi linked arms with both, smiling as they looked down at her.
“Hey, Lex,” Yoongi smiled, then turned back to watch the long jump.
“How are you feeling?” Hoseok asked. He was looking down at her, lip slightly turned down. He could tell that she was nervous.
“Eh, weird I guess. Like I’ve done competitions like this before, but it’s weird now with all the idols and fans watching, ya know?” Lexi shrugged, resting her head on his shoulder.
“I can see that, but other idols who have done sports probably feel the same way,” Hoseok nodded.
“Yeah, and just think about the fact that you’re actually good at archery so this will be a piece of cake for you,” Yoongi stated, looking at Lexi.
“I guess,” she said, then turned to the announcers who were directing everyone to where the archery would take place. “Well that’s me. Wish me luck,” Lexi said, looking straight ahead at where all the other idols competing were going to.
“Lexi, wait up!” She turned to Jungkook and Namjoon jogging over to her. Taehyung and Jimin were right behind them.
“Yeah?” she asked.
“We just wanted to wish you luck,” Namjoon said, patting her shoulder.
Lexi grinned. “Thanks, Oppa,” she said.
Jungkook smiled at her, opening his arms for a hug. Lexi laughed, but accepted the embrace. “You’ll do great,” he said.
“Of course she will,” Seokjin said as he joined the rest of the group.
“Yah, where were you?” Hoseok asked, looking around as if he could see where he came from.
“Bathroom,” Seokjin answered as if it were obvious.
“Okay, lets bring it back to wishing Lexi luck,” Taehyung said, waving his hand in between the two.
“Why are you all making this so dramatic? It’s not like she’s preparing to go to war,” Yoongi crossed his arms, rolling his eyes at everyone.
Lexi giggled, then took a deep breath. “Okay, I’m off. I’ll return in splendid glory,” she said, winking at Yoongi who made a face.
“You little weirdo,” he said, but smiled as she grinned at him.
Lexi waved to them one more time, then walked over to where her team stood. She smiled as she saw Hani and Sumni. They smiled back at her.
“You’re actually good at this, right?” Hani asked Lexi who stared at her wide eyed.
“I mean, yeah. I’ve been doing archery since I was nine, so hopefully I’ll be of good use,” Lexi said, sheepishly smiling. Hopefully she didn’t make a fool of herself and cost the team any points.
“Perfect! Just don’t hold back. Let's show them what we’ve got,” Sunmi answered, sending Lexi a wink.
“Um, yeah. Okay,” Lexi nodded, glancing quickly towards her boys, but regretting it the moment she saw Taehyung shoot an imaginary arrow at her. “Dear God,” she grumbled, looking away.
“They’re cute,” Hani said, chuckling.
Lexi looked at her shrugging. “Yeah if you like over-sized toddlers and puppies,” she said moving behind the girls to grab their equipment.
“Is it weird being in a boy group?” Sunmi asked.
“It was at first, but I got lucky. They were all really nice and accepting when I first joined and they’re like my brothers now,” Lexi answered, smiling at the thought.
“That’s good. You guys have good chemistry,” Sunmi smiled, picking up her bow.
“Yeah, I guess we do,” Lexi said, looking up at her boys. She smiled at them as they gave her thumbs up.
The three girls finished getting ready and stood by until they got the okay to begin once the first team finished. Hani went first then Sunmi, leaving Lexi for last.
Lexi was impressed with each girl, seeing as the majority of their arrows landed within the red and the blue. Though Hani did send one flying at least two feet above the actual target, sending herself and everyone else into hysterics. Then it was Lexi’s turn.
Taking a deep breath, she walked over to her mark. Lexi was surprised to see that she wasn’t as nervous anymore. It was like old times where she’d stand in front of a target and practice for hours, not just to better her chances at winning competitions, but because she loved the sport.
Once she got the okay, she lifted her bow up. Taking a deep breath, she nocked the arrow. She closed her eyes, taking another deep breath, then opened them.
Lexi pulled the string back, all the way past her ear, letting the tension build before she released it. She raised the arrow to exactly where she knew it would meet its mark, then she let it go. The string snapped forward with force, and Lexi watched as it hit the bullseye.
She bit her lip to hide her smile as everyone cheered. It’s been awhile since she’d been cheered on for the sport.
“You got this, Lexi!” Hani cheered.
Lexi smiled at her, face flushed. She turned back to face the target then repeated the same process. Each arrow landing exactly on the bullseye.
After mentally adding her points to the rest of her team’s, Lexi realized that they had won. She grinned as Hani and Sunmi came to hug her.
“We did it!” Hani cheered.
“Lexi that was great,” Sunmi beamed at the girl.
“Thanks, Unnie,” Lexi said, her face heating up.
Once each girl made it back to their respective groups, Lexi was lifted in the air by Jungkook who spun her around.
“You did so good, Lexi!” he said, then put her down. Once on her feet again, she was being hugged by the boys, all taking turns.
“Lexi; our pride and joy,” Seokjin beamed, throwing his arms out wide.
Lexi cringed at that, turning to bury her face in Jungkook’s shoulder. “Please stop,” she mumbled.
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A Fairy Tale’s End [Chapter 1]
Pairing: ot7 x reader
Word Count: 11,609
Rating: pg-13
Warning: reader is stressed and anxious 99% of this chapter, brief mentions of a war, several bad encounters with the members who are (for now) jerks
Genre: a little bit of angst, e2l, fantasy!au, supernatural/fairytale!BTS
Summary: You wanted, for once, to be someone important, someone needed- to be wanted and appreciated, to love and be loved. Well, you should be careful what you wish for.
AN: another chapter I want to thank @shadowsremedy for beta reading for me, and as always another thank you to @dee-ehn for the banner~ writing this was a doozy since I kept editing it… but hopefully you guys like it ^^
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When you awakened again, it was to the scent of vanilla- and the feel of a soft bed. For a moment you felt the tug of sleep pull you back in, and you would have let it, but...
You didn’t own any blanket like the one you were currently using. The blankets were pristine white, something you'd sworn to never buy because cleaning it up was a nightmare. So why were you using it? Where did you even get it?
For a moment that thought settled in your mind, and you blearily stared at it, before the words imprinted themselves stronger. You’d never seen this bed before, so why were you sleeping in it?
Between one second and the next your heartbeat sped up too fast that you could only let out a shaky exhale after, immediately feeling awake as adrenaline coursed in you. Where the hell were you?
You immediately sat up straight- then froze as you looked around.
The first thing you thought, as you took in your surroundings was that it was- luxurious. And… strangely old.
Heavy tones of red and gold covered the room, decorated with furniture that reminded you of those used in dramas and shows, ones made for nobles in old times or for royals. The way the bedpost was not only large, but intricately designed, to the fireplace with embers in place of flames, and the heavy curtains that covered the window, for a moment you wondered if you were in a castle.
You hesitantly opened the window a little, curious as to what was outside- and then froze.
The chirping of the birds instantly reminded you everything that happened the day before.
That’s right, you thought, dazed, even as panic began to rise in you. Yesterday, I…
You turned around and stifled a scream.
“M-Milady! She’s awakened! Oh, His Majesty will be so relieved!”
In front of you were three (here you did a double take, feeling even more confused) maids. How did you not notice them coming inside? The door opening? You could only put it to the fact that you were too preoccupied with the fact that- hello, you were now in what had to be a whole other world.
Your mind spun, dizzy- all you wanted to do was go back to bed and pretend that everything was okay. Still, you grasped their words.
His Majesty.
You needed answers. You wanted to go home.
Both of these meant you had to move forward, didn’t you?
You shakily replied to them, feeling even more hesitant as you saw their eager gazes. “Yes... I suppose I am.“
You glanced away at the instant brightening of their faces, their smiles widening as they clasped their hands together.
“That said, milady, how should we address the saviour?”
“... M-Me?” You turned back to stare at them in confusion.
They beamed back at you- though the one in the middle seemed to be the representative speaking. “Yes! We, the palace maids, feel it only right to make sure we ask first, so that we may serve milady to the best of our abilities. The first, of course, will be to make sure that we address milady, the chosen one, in whatever manner milady wishes for us to call her.”
Chosen one. Saviour. You felt uneasy at those words- moreso when you thought of why you were called with those titles.
“You can just call me by my name,” you hesitantly offered. The maids gasped- one squeaked, and you winced at their horrified faces.
“But that won’t do!” One of them burst out, a distressed look instantly overcoming their face as they wrung their hands together. “It isn’t right to treat such a venerated figure in such a way…”
You winced again at their vehement refusal, before sighing. “Then, you can just call me as you did before.” At the sight of their worried gazes, you injected a little more firmness in your voice. “Really, it’s fine.”
Before they could continue speaking, you hurried the subject along. “You said something about, um, ‘His Majesty’?”
They instantly brightened again. “Ah, yes, milady! The King and the Queen are awaiting your presence at any time you are convenient.”
King. Queen. Fuck, either this was a really elaborate set-up, you were in a coma, or…
… You were in another world, another time.
A part of you wanted to believe that maybe you were dreaming, or that you were on drugs- but it only took a reminder of the events from the day before to erase those thoughts. Not even drugs could make you hallucinate the fucked up events, and not the person who saved you- who you saved?
You released another shaky breath as you tried to calm yourself. Hands that had been gripping the bed sheets tightly loosened slightly- and your gaze flickered up to meet the maids’.
“I see,” you smiled tightly. “Do you think they’d mind if I went to meet them now?”
They shook their heads. “Not at all, milady! It would be an honour for anyone to be in milady’s presence.”
“Um, right,” you awkwardly replied, a little overwhelmed by their zeal. “I guess I should get ready then… Do you know where I could change my clothes?”
They smiled and you shivered in fear of them for the first time. Why were they smiling like that?
“Understood milady! We’ll prepare the bathwater and your clothes soon.”
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“Presenting, Her Ladyship, our Gracious Savior!”
You internally sighed at the way the guards announced your arrival- bringing you nothing but anxiety for your supposed meeting with the rulers of the kingdom. Although the maids had had fun bathing and dressing you, the lavish clothes on your body didn’t make you feel at ease. Far from it, in fact.
You replayed your plan of action in your head. Just tell them the truth, no need to waste each other’s time. You didn’t want to know what their response would be, knowing that they’d gotten the wrong person- and you didn’t want to prolong it either, uncomfortable with the amount of attention they paid to you either.
The door swung open- internally, you were glad they let you have a private audience, most likely only because of your ‘status’ as their ‘saviour’. Otherwise, you didn’t see why they’d approve letting the most important people of a kingdom meet a random woman. Coming in, you weren’t quite sure what to expect- but the plush, velvet carpet and the gems inlaid on the thrones before you, not to mention on their dresses and jewelry told you- yes, you were meeting the kingdom’s king and queen.
“It is an honor to meet you, milady,” the king spoke to you jovially as the three of you were truly alone, introducing himself. The queen, beaming at you beatifically from besides him curtsied as well- you floundered for a moment before you returned their gesture.
“I-It’s a pleasure to meet you as well, Your Grace,” you greeted them, unsure, just copying their gestures. “I’m… I’m sure you’ve heard about me?”
They both smiled again (internally, you found it unnerving how everything you did so far was met here with awe and adoration. What the hell was up with that?), though it was the king who spoke again. “Ah yes, our hero- our saviour, Lady Y/N, of course!”
For a moment you hesitated before them, nervous, before pushing forward. “That’s it, though, your majesty- grace. I’m not- I’m not the saviour.”
Both king and queen paused at that, looking at you confusedly. You let out a shaky exhale, realizing that they probably didn’t take your words seriously.
“You’ve made a mistake,” you tried to keep your words even, but as you spoke, the words eventually fell from your lips in a desperate, hurried manner. “I’m not- a savior, or anything. Please, I- I know this isn’t what you want to hear, but I’ve never even swung a sword or- or whatever it is people expect from, well, a savior!”
You winced even as you finished speaking, the volume of your voice making itself known with the ringing in your ears. Still you kept your eyes on the king and queen, hoping that they’d hear your words, and realize that you were way off from what they thought you were.
You couldn’t be, there was no way- but then you felt your hopes fall at the confused looks on both faces.
“Your Ladyship,” the queen asked, bemused. “Whatever has made you believe that you are not the savior?”
“I agree,” the king interjected. “Why, you possess all the makings of a hero yet! The quest will surely be a success with your leadership”
“That’s not-” You took in a deep breath, becoming more frustrated, especially when the king’s words sank in. Quest? “Whatever you’re thinking, I’m not who you think I am. I don’t even know what’s going on.”
Again you flinched at your words, fearful of their response, this time letting your gaze fall to the ground.
“... Understandable,” you eventually heard them say. “Why, if we take away her role, then as anyone would, she must have been terribly shocked and confused…”
“Quite so… I believe we’ve made an error in handling our Ladyship’s arrival.”
Suddenly, it felt as if you were dipped in ice. … This was all useless, wasn’t it? You heaved a sigh. “Not really an error just so much as you’ve got the wrong person.”
Even so, as you spoke the words you knew it wouldn’t register in their minds- or that they’d choose not to hear you.
“Arriving without a single clue on who she is must have been quite an ordeal! Terribly mischievous of the gods, that is. Though, it’s nothing that a trip to the archives would not help.“
A hand appeared in your vision- what option was left for you but to take it? The gentle look on the queen’s face only made you feel even more defeated inside, as did the accompanying, beaming smile on the king’s face.
“The maids will lead you to our archives- we hope that our array of knowledge will be enough to let you ease in into the savior that you are, that you will be.”
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Walking through the halls of the library left you reminiscent of the brief time you spent at ‘Magic Shop’.
For one, there was the same feel to the castle’s library that left you quiet, reverent of the amount of history it held in its walls. Although you knew it couldn’t have been small, stepping in, you were surprised to see that the room was enormous- enough so, that your school’s auditorium and sports field could probably fit inside. Not to mention how it was maintained- not a speck of dust to be found anywhere. There was not a single person inside, except for you- which only made the state of the room much more impressive.
Entering- you didn’t quite have a destination in mind. You were only brought here by the maid, not a single word spoken, though you could see her, well, wide-eyed, and, weird as it was to say, her… Her awed gaze.
Just walking around was nice, though- you could even pretend, for one moment, that everything was fine. That you were back home. That you were just wandering around the bookshelves, looking for something to read next-
You stopped in shock.
Because, then and there, seemingly at home with all the other books, was what had to be a replica of the book given to you, when you were still at home- and when you took it out, you noted shakily that you were just as mistaken as you were right.
The book you held in your hands had a title- and when you flipped it over, the seven men remained on the book- though now accompanied by a girl. Panic began to bubble inside you- and you let out a small gasp when you noticed it.
… The girl on the cover, surrounded by the men- it was you, down to the details of your very dress.
“No… No no no no…”
You hurriedly opened the book, desperate for a sign to prove you wrong, to tell that it was just sheer coincidence, though you knew better. But you still, you hoped anyway. Your copy had blank pages- surely this version had to have been an empty copy too, right…?
Your fingers trembled as you stared down at the words written on the pages.
‘Once upon a time, in a land far away, there lived a woman named Y/N…’
The strength left your legs- you fell to the floor, stunned. As the pages flipped over themselves, you could barely read the sentences of them, but those that you could glimpse at was enough to make you feel dread anyway.
Because written in detail was the events of yesterday, up until the present moment- of you in the library, lying on your knees on the floor.
You felt sick.
What did the book mean, then? That everything happening to you- was deliberate? That you were actually meant to go on a quest? Your opinion over the whole events still hadn’t changed- quite frankly, you thought it was ridiculous at best, insane at worst. How could you go on a quest that involved creatures like- like the pixie from yesterday and be okay with it? You didn’t even take self-defense classes for crying out loud! And you didn’t know a single thing about this new world! What the fuck were you supposed to contribute to a quest that seemed to determine the fate of most living things in it!?
You let out a shaky whimper as you slumped forward, trying to silence the heavy thoughts in your head.
I can’t do this.
I… I really can’t do this at all.
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It took you three days before you had a change of attitude.
At this point, you’d tried almost everything, just so you could wake up from this nightmare. At first, after what happened in the library, you had practically locked yourself up in your room. Taking advantage of the misplaced respect and devotion the people had for you (even if it made you feel terrible and anxious about possibly overstepping), you asked them not to bother you with anything. Then you went ahead- first, you’d tried sleeping and sleeping the day away- after all, that was what you’d last been doing, right? So why not try it again? Perhaps that would bring you back.
But you only woke up the next day with a headache borne from too much sleep.
The morning when you woke up in the same place you’d been was not a quiet one, nor was it a peaceful one. You’d brought the maids near you running off to your room with your sobs, as they tried to placate you- but how could they?
You were alone. In another world. Without any method to come back home.
Over the last two days, you’d tried all you could, from reenacting and redoing everything you could remember doing that night- once, you even contemplated that maybe pain was the answer to your problem- you pinched yourself repeatedly, as hard as you could, and got many bruises-
But you still woke up where you were the next morning.
At this point, you’d given up. The novel in the drawer, hidden out of sight and out of mind was brought out, read, examined, analyzed.
From what you could tell, it was, for all intents and purposes, a seemingly normal book. Just like any other- save for the fact that when events related to what to be the quest, the prophecy, you, were magically added.
Still, you thought. Every story has to have an end, doesn’t it? Nothing could last forever. And if the story revolved around the stupid fucking quest...
Then all you had to do was to complete it. Finish the story. If nothing else worked, then that had to be the only way to get out, to go home, right?
Right.
You released a shaky sigh as you fell back on your bed, ignoring the unease simmering in your gut.
You had to move forward. If you wanted anything to happen at all, you had to- you had to take matters into your own hands.
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So to start, you needed information. Fast. Before the story could truly begin, before you lost a chance to even prepare yourself- you needed to know as much as you could.
Walking through the halls of the castle, you tried not to let the nerves show through your facade as you heard the staff whisper about you leaving your room- a huge deal for them, since your quite dramatic show the past few days. Still, it wasn’t just that they were talking about you that made you anxious- it was how they talked about you.
Another thing that made you uncomfortable in the situation you were in, aside from what had to be forced abduction, was how everyone, every single person you’ve met so far… They all looked up to you, to put it neatly. Calling you a savior, obeying even the slightest of your commands, fawning over you…
Anyone else would’ve been glad at the attention, at the devotion they seemed to have for you- but for you, it only unnerved you.
Don’t look at me like that. Don’t talk to me like that. I hate it. I hate every moment of this.
Although it wasn’t like you could tell them that, though.
Stepping into the drawing room, which was currently devoid of any other person but the two of you, you could feel your nerves spike as you finally found the person you were looking for.
“Lady Y/N, how may we serve you?”
You took in a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down. The maid before you then, Erina, was a handmaiden of the queen. If there was anyone you could ask...
“I… I was just thinking about the quest.”
“The quest, milady?”
“Yes,” you nodded. “Um, if it’s okay, what, um… Can you tell me what you know about it? I don’t-” your voice quieted down, as you struggled to get the words out. “... No one’s told me much about anything so far.”
Erina fell silent for a moment- you looked up to see her wearing a contemplative expression.
“Lady Y/N, from what I’ve heard around… It’s said that magic is dying,” she eventually started.
“... How… How can magic, um, die…?”
“There have been reports of magic slowly losing power, inventions and items and plants and so forth losing their magic,” she explained. “As well as different races losing their ability to use their magic, from spells to incantations and so forth.”
“Ah,” you replied, though you were still confused. “Um… We’re supposed to fix that…?”
She nodded eagerly. “The legends say you’re to seek out the Tower of Babel, a mystical place rumoured to be where a guardian of immense power rests at. It’s said that they’re able to grant a wish- any wish.”
“Doesn’t that…” seem too unrealistic? You wanted to say, before remembering. Fairy tale. Magic. Other world. Fine, okay, maybe it wasn’t unrealistic.
“It’s safe to assume that it’s hidden though, or that there are trials you have to face to meet the guardian, right?” You sighed.
“But of course, that’s why Milady was chosen after all!” You cringed at the sure way she expressed her words, though you chose not to comment on it. It wasn’t as if she, or anyone would listen anyway.
“Is there… Is there, um, anything else you know?”
“There… Oh! Milady’s companions. Although I’m not quite sure…”
The memory of the seven men engraved flashed in your mind, and you latched onto that topic, unwilling to return to the previous. “No, I mean- I’d appreciate any information you could give me. So, could you- um, if it’s alright… What are they like?”
She brightened, her hands clasping together. “Well, then it’d be my pleasure! Each race in Terabitha has sent a representative to join the quest, from what I’ve been told. Milady is, of course, the representative of humans- a point of pride to our Kingdom of Quies that you've appeared here, then.”
“To start with, Prince Seokjin, the prince of the elves is easily the most renowned. With features that must have been sculpted by the gods, Prince Seokjin is outstanding beyond any other not just with his appearance, but also with his skill with his bow and arrow. His records in the Great War astounds everyone, from his skill as a leader, as a follower, as a strategist and even more, and he is a legend everywhere- though some proclaim him stern and unforgiving, but I know milady will impress him with her might!”
“Prince Yoongi of the fae is another one easily remembered- like Prince Seokjin, he also participated in the Great War, from what the legends tell us. Prince Yoongi is well-known for his ability to control the elements- especially that of water and earth. Of course, plants and trees alike bend to his whims as well- there have been rumours that he can even control the rain! Although he rarely appears in the stories, save for when he’s in battle… Ah, but if there’s anyone who can unravel even the tightest of mysteries, it’s definitely milady.”
“From the mages, there is Prince Namjoon, and what a brilliant man he is- why, he’s quite revered for his knowledge and wisdom! From the age of seven, Prince Namjoon has contributed to many areas in the pursuit of knowledge, from spellwork, to charms, transfiguration… They say he’s never failed to achieve his goals, and that there only exists problems to solve in his path… Why, if it weren’t for the legends, he would triumph over Prince Seokjin and Prince Yoongi in terms of fame! Really, if there is any fault to be seen in him, it would be his propensity to break all kinds of objects in some manner, but considering he's a mage, and a powerful one too…"
You winced a little from the overzealous way the maid told you about the princes- feeling more than a little intimidated as well with how much she praised them. Remembering the seven men on the cover, you hazarded a guess. “There are- um, there are eight races, r-right? Are the others- I mean, do you know who, um, who they’ll be sending?”
Erina hesitated, for once, traces of unease showing on her expression. Still, she nodded. “There are, milady. I…I believe that they will also be sending their own representative on the quest.”
You stared at her expectantly- she furrowed her eyebrows but spoke soon enough.
“Between the races left, there are the mermaids, the undead, the yokai, and- the dragons,” she started, slowly. “I- the kingdom of mermaids have always been in seclusion, hidden away from the world, and so no one knows anything about them. As for the undead- vampires, well, not much, if any, from the other races interact with them, so we don’t know who they will be sending over as well. The same goes for the yokai- and as for the dragons…” she trailed off.
“As for- um, the dragons?” You prodded her. She shuddered, a look of fear crossing her face.
“I pray that dragons do not send a representative of their race, milady,” she said solemnly. “Dragons are fearsome beasts.”
You shivered from the grave way she spoke.
“I- I see,” you mumbled. “Um, thank you…”
“... Erina, kindly refrain from speaking like so about Milady’s companions,” a voice resounded from the door- you looked up to see Anya, the head of the maids, with a stern look on her face. Erina’s face fell at her scolding.
“Oh no, um, I asked for her honest opinion,” you tried to ease the frown on Anya’s face. “Please, don’t- um, don’t be too harsh on her.”
Anya only sighed at your response, before a stern expression crossed her face as she looked at the other woman.
“Go, and don’t let me catch you gossiping about Milady’s quest again,” she chided her. Erina bolted out of the room, though not before bowing low to you in gratitude.
You gave Anya a small smile as she sat down next to you.
“That girl…” Anya shook her head, before turning to you. “Please, don’t be too alarmed at her words. No one would dare send someone unfit for the quest, milady.”
“I…” You hesitated. “Um, alright. If you say so.”
“That said, Lady Y/N, I didn’t come here just to check in on you- I do hope you’re ready,” Anya told you gently, her expression worried.
“Ready?” You blankly stared at her. Anya frowned.
“Milady… did no one tell you? The day of your arrival was marked as the sky flashed blindingly white, in the middle of the day- a sign that a saviour has arrived. That the quest will start soon. As such, I believe that even as we speak, those chosen to be on the quest are already on their way here, to the kingdom. ”
You stared at her in shock.
“Right now!?”
“Yes.”
“Do you know when they’ll be arriving?” You whimpered. Anya shook her head.
“No, but… I believe Prince Namjoon will be arriving the day after tomorrow.”
Two days from now, then… You groaned, before a thought filtered into your head.
“Wait, Anya… um, when is the quest supposed to start? You said- that- they’re coming here soon, right? So…”
“On the night of the new moon,” she answered you instantly.
“And that’s… Um, how many days away…?”
“Six, I believe, milady.”
Fuck.
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So began the rest of what had to be one of the worst weeks of your life, all wrapped up in seven days, 168 hours, 10,080 minutes and 604,800 seconds. No, the calculations weren’t needed, but you felt it appropriate to add anyway, if only to emphasize just how long it was.
To start with- Monday, your breakdown, the start of your descent, in which you scrambled to get as much information as you could, only to be blindsided by worse news.
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Then came Tuesday, wherein you met a nosy ass stranger.
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Chirp! Chirp!
You idly stared at the sky, trying to calm your nerves. There was a different sort of peace to be found being in the midst of nature than in the library, something you’d been craving after hours and hours of locking yourself up, frantically trying to learn as much as you could about what you were supposed to do, about the supposed ‘Tower of Babel’.
Which wasn’t much. As for all that the library had books of all shapes and sizes, different topics, you barely found anything related to what you wanted to know. Still, the library was big...
Today though, you were in the royal garden- which, you had to admit, was quite beautiful. Wide, open spaces that were furnished with intricate pathways and hedges, the grounds filled with flowers of all sizes and shapes, the lake that took up half of the garden and seemed endless… Not to mention the supposed ‘secret garden’ you were currently in. A supposed hiding place of a princess of the kingdom from long ago, though no one knew where she went to… Still, for a story set in the medieval times, you mused, the garden had an oddly modern feel to it.
Still, as soon as that thought crossed your mind, so did the reason why you were currently here.
Tomorrow. Tomorrow, you’d be meeting the first of your… ‘companions’. Prince Namjoon, from the kingdom of mages… Yeah, even now the reality didn’t sink much in. It was already enough that you were in another world, to think that you’d be meeting a mage…
You placed your hands on your chest, as if that could make your heart calm down.
“I just want to go back home…” There was no use saying those words aloud, you knew. But still...
“Why don’t you, then?”
Though the voice that replied to you was new.
You turned your head to the direction where the voice came from- to meet face-to-face with a man with hair the color of mint and a curious look on his (admittedly handsome) face, only a few feet away from where you were sitting.
“How did you get in here!?” You cried out, scrambling to your feet, your heart pounding too fast in your chest. “Who are you!?”
“I’m one of the guests from the palace,” he chuckled, the hints of a smirk appearing on his face. “If that’s not enough, then the fact that I know this place and I’m allowed here should be enough for you to know I’m not going to hurt you.”
“I-” you paused as you considered his words. “Um… okay, I see your point. But still, what the hell? Is it your habit to talk to random strangers?”
“Is it your habit to talk to the air?” He shot back, raising an eyebrow. “Besides, is there a reason I can’t talk to you?”
“Well-” you stammered, bewildered at the sudden turn of the tables. “I… I guess not. But- uh. I… I don’t think I want to talk to, um, anyone right now, and, yeah.”
You paused, unsure what to do. You came to the garden for time alone, but you couldn’t just tell the other man to leave- it wasn’t as if it was your garden in the first place, and you didn’t just call the shots like that.
Was it okay to leave? Wouldn’t it be rude? But you didn’t want to stay...
“... Why can’t you go home?” He asked again. You flushed, reminded of the previous events.
You hesitated. If he was a guest of the palace, then he must have already known about who you were- or, he would soon. And did you really want to burden someone with your problems? It wasn’t as if he could fix them. And even if he did… Why would he?
No, it was better to just keep it to yourself.
Still, one look at him and you knew he wouldn’t stop until he had an answer, so you answered in the vaguest way you could think of.
“I… I just can’t. It’s not possible at the moment,” you eventually said. With that answer, you stood up, ready to leave. “Thanks for the talk,” lie, “but- I, um, I have to go-”
The feel of a hand clutching your own made you stop. Moreso, when you felt it- as if something had just woken up, something that you wouldn’t have liked. You could hear the faint sound of water, and the familiar heaviness that came with being its domain, but all the same it was different.
“... Please, let me go.”
“Not until you fully answer my question.” Whoever he was, was frustratingly persistent- and with every passing second you felt your heart begin to beat faster again in panic. You took in a deep breath- then looked back at him.
The way his eyes were focused on you made you only want to get away even more.
“Please,” he added, and with the tight grip he had on you, you caved in.
“I- I mean… The only chance I have to be able to go home is to do something that’s impossible for me.”
“Impossible for you?” He repeated. “How would you know?”
“B-Because… Because I’ve never- um, I’ve never done anything like it before,” you winced at your words even as you spoke them.
“How so?”
“I mean-” you racked your brain, trying to think of a way to satisfy his fucking curiousity and leave. “A villager can’t be made to be- to be, um, a king, can they? My situation is like that- but, um, not that I’m a villager and I’m going to be- a king,” you hurriedly explained.
His grip loosened and you stared at your wrist in relief. Still, if you’d looked up then you would’ve seen a flash of something in his eyes.
“Hm. A king doesn’t rule on their own, though,” he pointed out. “They have a court. Generals. Advisors. And not all rule immediately. They could learn. You never know, a villager could be more suitable to sovereign over a prince or a princess,” he added. You pretended to nod along in agreement, even as you slowly rehashed in your mind the pathways of the garden. It would have to be quick- and you’d have to move fast. Still, you weren’t about to stay any longer with someone like him. You just needed the perfect timing...
“Lady Y/N!”
The sudden yell of a maid resounded through the garden- for a brief moment, he looked away- and you yanked your wrist from his hand, immediately running away.
“T-Thanks for the advice but I have to go!”
If you’d looked back, you would’ve seen the amused smirk, the reminiscent look on his face- but before you knew it, you were out of the garden and back into the slightly familiar halls of the castle.
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Proceeded by Wednesday, when you finally met the first (and seemingly only one that went out of their way to introduce themselves to you. The others, as you’d been told, were apparently content with assembling and meeting each other on the day you set out) of your… companions.
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“Lady Y/N, I’ve heard a lot about you.”
You forced a smile on your face, unsure as hell how to proceed.
Fancy food covered the table in front of you, as did numerous silverware- they all looked appetizing, but you hesitated. Wasn’t there a manual for how to eat with all of these? Why in the world did anyone need so many things to eat?
On the other side of the table, Namjoon- the heir from the Kim Coven (“Milady, though we call them princes, we only do so as that’s their equivalent to positions we’re familiar to in our race. After all, it would be treason to simply call them by their names!”), as you were painfully reminded about again and again in the form of squeals from other people- looked at you with an intensity in his gaze, the way he acted the same as the castle staff, who seemed to be one step shy of worshipping you.
“I… I’ve heard a lot about you too,” you offered, when the silence grew too long. “Um… You’re really famous. The- um, you’ve made a lot of advances in different fields of academia? That you’ve studied in numerous areas, such as alchemy, and spellcasting and healing...”
Namjoon smiled. If you were in any other situation, you would’ve stared- Namjoon definitely was a prince in not just his reputation, his skills and his intellect, he also seemed to check the tally mark for prince in the looks aspect, his hair being styled up in purple locks that he somehow pulled off quite well. “I only achieved those because of the people by my side, the same way I hope to be of help to you in the upcoming quest.”
The quest. Right.
“I’m not that special,” you exhaled, feeling a familiar headache creep into your head. “I’m not trained in anything like you are.”
“Lady Y/N, you’re quite humble,” he chuckled. “I believe that everything has a purpose. If you aren’t proficient in any of those fields, then it’s something you’ll quickly learn about- or, perhaps, you aren’t because what you are already an expert in is something I cannot do.”
“You are the saviour, the chosen one, for a reason, after all.”
You gripped your dress as the words hung in the air. The weight of his gaze on you, the expectations he all but thrusted in your face- the words of what would have been a speech on how you weren’t fit to be the leader, to ask him to take over the quest instead died down your throat. You didn’t know what to say.
He looked at you with, what you eventually realized, was worse than the staff- he looked at you with hero-worship and assumed, expected you in detail to be one. And you were going to spend god knew how much time with him on a godforsaken quest.
“I… I see.” What were you supposed to say in response? It wasn’t a surprise, really, but now you dreaded what his reaction would be if you told him what you really thought. The awe he held for the image of you in his head- it made you hesitant to break it.
“I’ll… I’ll do my best to make sure this quest is a success, then…” Your smile felt frozen on your face, even as you internally felt like screaming. Under his gaze, then, you tried not to let it show how much his words bothered you.
Dinner ended early that night, and as soon as you reached your room you had to talk yourself through a minor breakdown. Fuck, fuck, fuck, there really was no getting out of it, was there?
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Then followed by Thursday, when you encountered a trick ass liar who proceeded to cheat you.
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“Prince Namjoon, how may we help you?”
“Oh, no- I was just looking for Lady Y/N.”
You released a shaky exhale as you halted in your steps. The hallway was currently quiet, devoid of people, both a curse and a blessing. No one to point you out hiding around the corner- but at the same time, it was harder to sneak away as you weren’t as used to the castle floor, making every step of yours louder than the others.
It had only been the day after your initial meeting with Prince Namjoon. Still, considering your (from your perspective, anyway) disastrous first meeting, you admittedly didn’t want to spend much time around him.
Which, unfortunately, led you to sneaking around the very castle, looking for valid excuses to avoid him. Something you were a bit unfortunate in, seeing as the castle was full of people, of which all more familiar with the layout than you were, and that you almost always had eyes on you. And a hand or two lent to the Prince.
Still you stayed stubborn. If you didn’t have to, then...
“Oh, then- Lady Y/N has told us maids of her wanting time alone in the garden- would you like us to search for milady?”
“No, no… But I hope it’s alright if I look for her by myself. There are things I’d like to talk about with her, after all.”
Goddamnit. You groaned quietly. Maybe, you thought- should you just leave? But how? The room behind you had a few of the maids cleaning the empty rooms, as always- and the only exit you knew was beyond the hallway, the very one occupied already by the person you were trying to avoid. You scrunched up your nose, thinking of how to leave.
It was then that you heard it- laughter, low and playful that rang near your ears. “And what do we have here?”
You whirled around, your heart jumping to your throat- to meet a handsome face framed in grey locks (for a moment you wondered what the hell was it with the unnatural hair colors. Where did they get the dye? Or was it a natural thing? But everyone in the castle didn't have such distinctive hair...). Golden eyes met yours- and you instinctively took a step back, cringing at your close proximity.
You let out a shaky exhale, immediately glaring at the other person. “Do you mind not stepping in on other people’s personal space?” You snapped. He merely smirked at you.
“I’m not the one lingering around corners, listening to other people’s conversations, though,” he pointed out with a chuckle.
“I’m not-” you flushed. “Well- okay, maybe I am. But only because I’m trying to…”
“Hide? Sneak past them? Avoid them?” He suggested oh so helpfully.
“... Something like that.”
“I can help you, if you want,” he offered.
You raised an eyebrow at him, feeling suddenly bewildered. “Um. No offense, but- why? I mean, you don’t have to, and it’s not like I can’t do this on my own, so…”
“Ah, an honorable one. Consider it a deal then,” he countered, a hint of mischief visible on his face. “Help me distract the maids, and I’ll give you an opportunity to sneak past them. It’s a mutually beneficial deal, isn’t it?”
You glimpsed back at the corner- to Namjoon who was still talking to the maid, to the person in front of you. Although Namjoon’s back was to you, you suddenly felt a chill down your spine at the thought of being caught by him. Earlier in the morning you heard about him looking for you, wanting to talk about the quest, and about anything you ‘could teach him’...
Which would have been fine, really, except for the fact that you didn’t know what exactly were you able to teach someone who was obviously already like a fucking superhuman. Even back home, you didn’t take classes in any other subject than the ones assigned to you- and you didn’t think modern chemistry or mathematics would have intrigued him. Also, you didn’t want to risk looking like a fool in front of someone who everyone you met so far literally touted as Einstein reborn.
“Alright, what do you- um, what do you want me to do…?”
He paused, tilting his head- an amused smirk alighting on his face. “Just keep the maids busy. I keep my word, don’t worry.”
Turning back to where you came from, he led you to the previous hallway.
“... Was me, I wouldn’t have been able to handle it, knowing I’d have to travel with something like them-”
The maids talking near one the rooms halted as they saw you, immediately bowing. “Lady Y/N!”
You forced yourself to smile, eyes darting to where the man had been- a part of you surprised to suddenly see him missing by your side.
“Um- hi.” Offering up a small smile, you hoped that your apprehension and anxiety didn’t show. “About- um, about today’s meal…”
Even as you drew them into a conversation, you kept your eyes peeled to the other end of the hallway, your hearing focused on any doors opening, any sound coming from not you or the maids. You had to wonder- what distraction was he talking about?
The sound of squealing soon filled the hallway.
You groaned even as you remembered it- the chaos that unraveled soon after as several pigs ran down the hallway, muddy and wet- the maids shrieking in fright and surprise.
Of you, trying (and somewhat succeeding) in drawing the pigs to a room, since it didn’t seem as if the maids could handle it, moreso with how big they were. Still, you didn’t take into account the fact that it wasn’t as if you knew how to handle them either- and thus just made even more of a mess for the maids to clean up.
You stared in horror as the pigs ran about, bumping into the furniture, making a mess of the sheets and the curtains. Why didn’t you think your actions through? What the fuck were you supposed to do now?
“... Lady Y/N?”
Goddamnit. You felt panic bubble up inside you as Namjoon’s voice resounded beyond the door. In all of the ruckus, you’d forgotten the reason why you initially got into the mess- you’d been trying to avoid him.
“You still haven’t left?”
Your head snapped up in surprise as the man from before appeared before you, sitting on the windowsill, glee radiating off him as he looked around the room.
“You complete and utter liar,” you hissed at the man who was now giggling, as he turned to leave. “You said you’d help me if I helped you! Come back here! We had a deal!”
“The terms of our deal was that I would give you an opportunity to sneak past them,” he corrected you. “I never said I would help you stay undetected, or that you would stay hidden afterwards.”
You gaped at him as he jumped out of the window, almost running after him- then the sound of the door swinging open had you redirecting your attention back to Namjoon, who smiled in relief seeing you-
The room as you turned back to look at in panic seemingly back to normal, as if the pigs hadn’t even existed.
“Lady Y/N, what a pleasure to see you. I’ve been hoping we could talk about some things…”
Damn it.
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Trumping even that in weirdness came Friday- giving you another meeting with an even stranger stranger.
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You climbed the tower angrily, the sound of your feet against the stone stairways echoing all around. Your legs were aching, and you could feel a part of you beating in fear- there were no railways to hold on to, for crying out loud. How the fuck did the people building towers not think to add safety measures? Someone could easily fall- still you continued.
A little bit of peace, a little bit of quiet… Today had you coming to a secluded part of the castle grounds, somewhat deep into the forest nearby, just to escape everything going on back in the castle. Remembering yesterday… Even now it made you seethe.
What was worse was that you hadn’t been able to find out who the other party was, and no matter who you asked, no one could tell you who he was. The maids hadn’t even seen him, nor had anyone else. Why he even appeared in front of you was a mystery and a half.
Today though, you were determined. You were going to savor all the time you had by yourself, until at least the quest came.
Still, as you finally arrived at the top of the tower, you halted as you heard the sound of sniffling.
What the hell?
You cautiously opened the door, just a peek- unsure what to find, as from what you’d known no one ever came to this place in particular. You’d come too far to just leave, after all, so-
Soft, brown eyes covered by a glassy sheen of tears instantly met your own, framed by red hair that stood out in the sunlight.
“!?”
You cringed as the other person fell from where he was sitting by the window, the book he must have been reading flying from their hands and into your direction, their whole body thrown off balance as he stared at you with panic. You would’ve thrown open the door, would’ve tried to comfort him, but-
The way he looked at you made you stay your distance.
Instead, you gently opened the door- shooting a concerned glance as you bent down to pick up the book that had landed by your feet.
“Um… I’m sorry for startling you. I didn’t mean to- um, your, um, book…?”
When you looked up again, he was standing up- his head slightly bowed low, hands fidgeting together- you grimaced as you felt the awkward tension in the room skyrocket. It was highly uncomfortable- and you couldn’t help wondering how bad you’d screwed up-
“... Thanks,” you heard him whisper, barely enough to be heard.
You forced a small smile on your face.”Oh, no, um… It’s my fault for just opening the door and peeking in like a creep- um, again, I’m sorry- he’s your book…”
You held out the item in hand- patient as you waited for the other person to reach out. Though, as his hand brushed against yours, you felt the searing amount of heat emanating from his skin.
You yelped. You didn’t expect whoever he was to have a temperature that almost bordered on feverish- not when he didn’t seem like he was sick in the slightest sense. Not only that, it was the sharp sense of fear and shock that shot in you, making you feel like you needed to stop breathing for a moment- if only to adjust.
You immediately brought a hand to his forehead. “Are you okay!? Y-You’re burning up…!”
Thwack!
“Don’t touch me!”
You stared at him, stunned- your hand still raised in the air, a red mark slowly forming over where he had slapped it away.
If it weren’t for the fact that he looked as startled as you then- a frightened look on his face, then you would’ve been angry. As it was, you were just confused.
“I… S-Sorry,” you stammered. “I didn’t… I wasn’t going to- to hurt you.”
He frowned- eyebrows furrowing, looking as if he wanted to tell you something- before he deflated. “I… I know. I’m sorry. But… um….”
“... Please leave.” He finally said, lips pursed into a tight line. “I don’t… I don’t want you near me.”
“But-”
“Now,” he repeated. “Out.”
Stunned, you could only follow his orders, though you felt yourself flush in indignance and embarrassment as the door closed shut.
What the hell had that been?
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And then Saturday- another day, another asshole, though this time it was at night. Thankfully, this time you’d caught on.
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By this point you’d grown wary. Men appearing out of nowhere (no matter how handsome they were), weird and frustrating encounters- your luck really was that bad, huh? You didn’t even know what to do anymore, how to stop it from continuously happening-
If anything, you were highly cautious now.
Still, you thought, as you maneuvered between the halls, having stayed too late at the library once more (the surroundings were quiet as most staff save for guards were asleep), it was already night time, maybe even nearing midnight now- and still, nothing.
Were you being too paranoid?
Goosebumps broke out on your skin- you halted, feeling your heartbeat staccato.
“Can you please not trail behind me like a creep?”
For a moment or two there was silence in the corridor, and you began to wonder if you really were too cautious-
Then came the sound of footsteps, light, barely echoing- if you hadn’t strained your ears to sense even the slightest change, you would’ve missed it. Closer, they eventually came closer, and you instantly whirled around, hands hidden in the folds of your dress even as you gripped the fabric tight. You looked up.
Crimson eyes that seemed so bright against the darkness looked back at you.
You could practically feel your heart jump in your chest. Still, again, this wasn’t exactly the first time it had happened. And, you’d been on guard already since the day started, just in case something like what had happened the past few days would repeat itself yet again- and lo and behold.
So, even with the slight tremble in your body, you boldly stared him down, shoving aside the trepidation you were feeling.
Under other circumstances, though, you had to admit- he was one of the most beautiful people you’d ever met. Cherubic features that prominently featured soft monolids, and full lips- not to mention the way the silver color of his hair somehow made him look ethereal, instead of old... if he was someone you’d seen back home, you would’ve thought him to be a model. Still, that didn’t change the fact that you just knew something was off.
“Yes? Did you want something?” You raised an eyebrow at him, ignoring the urge to place your hand over your heart, as if that would help calm it down.
However, for all that you’d presented yourself as unbothered, if somewhat just initially surprised, it seemed as if the other person knew anyway how fast your heart was beating- giving you a sweet, sugary smile that you knew was trouble at first glance.
“My apologies. I just wanted to know where the path to the west wing is… Instead, it seems I startled you.”
“That’s…” You paused, thinking over your words. “That’s fine. You’re quite close to your destination. Um, just go straight and then go through the staircase. You’ll see the main doors from there. Exit, follow the path on the left, until you come to a crossroads- and then, um, to the left.”
He furrowed his eyebrows, the edge of his lips turning down then. “That… Sounds a little complicated. Do you mind coming along with me? I don’t want to get lost, and you seem like you know your way around…”
Thump.
Thump.
Thump.
“... I’m s-sorry,” you eventually said, fidgeting with your dress. “I’m, um, I’m not sure if I can handle going back and forth, like- like that, I mean, it's pretty late and I'm q-quite tired, so, um…”
The man wilted, the pout bigger then- still, you held your ground. Before he could say anything, you hurried through your next words. “I’m really sorry! But if you’re that troubled about it, you can go ask the guards- there’s one of them right outside the main doors- I’ll be going now-”
You turned around, intent on leaving-
The chuckle resounding behind you made you shiver for a moment.
“... You’re quite sharp, aren’t you?”
You continued your steps even as you responded, your room’s door only a few feet away. “... Not sharp, but… you aren’t the first, so I’m sorry to say but that won’t work on me.”
Your steps faltered as you felt something wrong yet again- trusting your instincts, you ducked, smoothly opening the door, before turning around to glare at the man.
“Goodnight. Maybe if we meet again you can tell me your name,” you said politely, before adding, “that is, if you don’t stalk around dark empty hallways again.”
You closed the door- and fell to your knees a second later, your breaths leaving you in short gasps as the adrenaline made your heart beat fast, way too fast-
A giggle, melodious and high pitched echoed through the door. “Next time then, little princess.”
You pretended not to hear it.
»»————- ♔ ————-««
And finally, the day before- Sunday. At that point you'd gotten used to it, to the point that you knew what would be coming, and still...
»»————- ♔ ————-««
You couldn’t stop turning your head in every direction- trying to take in as much of the city as you could. Your eyes trailed over the buildings, the roads, the people that crowded the streets as they talked and went about their daily lives.
It was… surreal, in a way. Just when you thought you'd really accepted it, that it really had sunk in already, you would see something new and feel the growing familiar feeling of surprise and dread again. You really were in another world. As a hero, or a saviour, though it didn't fit you.
You caught sight of a man on a horse, its back saddled with items and found that everything seemed to lead back to your current predicament.
Which, honestly, just kept giving you more questions than answers. After a week of coming to terms, you'd done your best to prepare yourself for it, including researching and learning whatever information you thought would be useful.
It also meant that you had to learn how to, well, camp. How to set up tent, make a bonfire, how to ride a horse. Being useless in fighting was already one thing, you didn't want the title of being useless anywhere else stuck on you too…
But then when you'd tried to actually learn about riding a horse, for one, you were surprised- the moment your hands touched the saddle, it was as if there was an unknown force commanding you, a practiced ease you were unknown with appearing as, in the blink of an eye, you found yourself seated atop the horse, reins naturally fitting in your hands.
The applause and admiration of the castle staff had only hammered it in. Especially when they kept exclaiming over your muttering that this was your first time as 'as the saviour, no wonder it would only take one try for milady to master it!'
The same went for other skills you were initially worried about- though, to your dismay, you found that there was no help given with anything related to fighting.
… But, you supposed, it was better than nothing.
Currently though, for once you were by yourself. After the week's events, and the day of departure being tomorrow, you found yourself asking for a day to you and yourself only, wandering the city before you had to leave, a request that was met with smiles from the king and queen. Although initially you would've been accompanied by maids, and even guards, for once you swallowed your embarrassment- and told them you didn't quite need it being the saviour and you really just wanted to be alone, if that was possible.
So here you were.
Truly, the kingdom of Quies, especially its capital, in a way lived up to its name. Everywhere you looked, what remained in your mind was that as chaotic as it seemed, there was an underlying feeling of peace.
“Ah!”
Though, peace wasn’t quite synonymous with order.
“Boy, is this really all you have? Are you trying to make a fool out of me!?”
You winced as a loud voice hit your ears, the ruckus attracting the attention of nearly everyone in what had to be a mile radius.
A little to your left, you spotted the cause of the noise, a merchant of what seemed to be trinkets glaring angrily at a cloaked figure. Though you couldn’t quite see what their argument was about, nor did you know what was going on, you had to force yourself to look away, stop getting involved- you didn’t want to have another ‘encounter’ in any way, after all.
Still, the way the vendor towered over the other…
Why the hell weren’t you leaving yet? Why, why were you instead drawing closer?
“I’m not trying to fool you,” you heard the cloaked figure say, their voice melodious, though there lingered confusion and frustration in their words.
“Sure you aren’t,” the vendor sneered. “Giving me a measly piece of rock and trying to take my watches- which reminds me, you aren’t giving it back, you rascal!?”
“That’s not just a piece of rock.” Even though you couldn’t see their face, hidden as it was, you could easily hear the frown in their tone. “In fact, calling it a rock is downright insulting to it. That’s a rare pink pearl.”
“Yeah, sure it is!”
You bit your tongue, a sense of frustration, for some reason filling you as you watched the exchange in front of you.
“It really isn’t a pearl?”
Your voice rang out, clear- you forcefully shoved down the nervousness you felt as you watched the crowd turn their attention to you, most especially the two men.
“Missy, you think I’d get angry if it was?”
“Then you wouldn’t mind returning it to him, then, would you? I’d be happy to pay for whatever he took,” you asserted, walking over to the merchant with (what you hoped) an air of nonchalance.
At your words, the merchant only seemed to get more angry instead. “And who are you to butt in this, huh?”
“I just think that you shouldn’t be causing a disturbance in the kingdom so early in the morning,” you sharply told him instead, stepping over his question. “So why don’t you just accept the money and let this matter rest?”
Instead he scoffed. “This boy here tries to swindle me by giving me pale imitations, insulting my pride, and you think it can be solved with just money? Why, I'd say he should give me all his items in recompensation! I definitely won't settle for just this!”
“If not, until when are you willing to escalate this then, huh? Talking so much about how he’s insulted you by giving you fake goods,” you stared him down, a frown firmly set on your lips. “With how much of a big deal you’re making about it, in fact, I wonder if you’re not the one trying to fool us instead.”
“What- how dare you!”
Bingo. As much as the merchant then seemed outraged, you could hear the minute fluster in his voice, revealing how spot on your accusation was.
“I’m not the one getting so worked up over something so little,” you simply replied. “If it really is like that, then, why don’t you let us see what he gave you?”
“I- that’s not…”
“Or maybe you’d like for me to involve the guards,” you quietly threatened. “After all, we just passed by several on break a few minutes ago.”
The merchant gritted his teeth, his eyes glaring daggers at you. Still, you stood your ground, only raising an eyebrow at him.
“Give it back.”
He roughly thrust a hand to your side. It was opened without a shred of hesitation- the aforementioned pearls sparkling a little in the sunlight (you knew it! You knew they were rare, they had to be with how much he seemed to overblow the matter earlier). He hissed at you as the figure beside you took it from their hands.
“Leave!”
“Gladly.”
It was only when you were a few steps away that you remembered the reason you ever got involved in that mess. You turned around, if only to apologize for just butting in out of nowhere-
You turned to face eyes set into a harsh pout.
“... I didn’t need your help,” the cloaked figure grumbled, making you freeze in surprise. “I had it under control.”
“... Sure you did,” you muttered, feeling a little offended.
Their hood fell back as they fully glared at you, and for the first time you saw their face- boyish, with a hint of youth still present. Though it didn't take away the beauty easy to drown in as his ebony hair fell down in a tangled, but somehow artful mess, paired with eyes that truly fit the expression of 'doe-like', with how big they were.
"I would if you had just let me."
You pursed your lips at the biting tone in his voice, your shoulders stiffening.
“Really. Well, I'm sorry then,” you retorted. “Next time you can go get swindled all you like. I’m certainly not going to stop you anymore.”
“I- I just needed some time to think how to handle it!" The flush on his face resulting from your words somehow made you feel better then, even as you began walking away. Whatever- you were out of there.
Still, you hadn’t taken more than two steps then, before you felt someone tug at your clothes. Feeling annoyed, you turned around, a glare on your face as you placed your hands on your hips-
The glint of the pearl before you, the biggest from the ones he’d been given back earlier, under the sunlight made it all the more beautiful.
“I… What?” You looked up, confused, to meet a pout and a sulky expression.
“Take it,” he huffed. “As thanks. Even if, you know, it wasn’t needed. But… I mean, it’s undeniable that you saved me time, so…”
You stared at him in surprise, before you had to suppress the smile growing on your lips- he glared at you in turn when he saw your expression. As he pulled your hand open to hand over the pearl, the feel of his hands on your own made you feel somewhat embarrassed, a flood of shame and frustration trickling in- and then it stopped. When you’d raised your head, you found that he’d quickly turned away, his steps quick, before he disappeared into the crowd.
You eventually burst into chuckles as his figure disappeared, the sight of his embarrassed face imprinted on your mind.
»»————- ♔ ————-««
“Lady Y/N?”
You fell back into focus as Anya’s voice reached you. You smiled at her, though you couldn’t quite hide the fatigue making your body quite weak- not just from the past week’s encounters, but, well, from everything since you woke up.
“You’ll be fine, milady,” Anya assured you as you hefted the bag onto your shoulder, assuming that you were anxious instead of exhausted. You sighed at her words.
“I… Um. Thanks, I guess. I’ll give it my best,” you promised- though it was debatable if you were telling that to yourself or to her. Still…
“They’re waiting at the throne room, um, right?”
“Yes, milady! It’s been an honor to serve you- may you be successful.”
You could only hope.
»»————- ♔ ————-««
“Presenting, the representatives of Terabitha! Lady Y/N L/N, of the humans!”
“... Fuck.”
You could only stare in shock as seven familiar heads turned up at your arrival-
Seven, of which while one you anticipated, the other six were, unfortunately, familiar people, several of which looked at you with amusement, shock, and ever familiar disdain.
Your eyes trailed over each and every one of them, the features of which you’d read each race for being known to have much more prominent under the light of day, in a moment where you could take your time taking their appearance in.
Mages- perhaps the only race in which there is no distinct difference in appearances to humans. Although there is still a way to identify them- come close, and you will feel magic, heavy and potent linger in the air around them. That is not to mention their skewed luck, that manifests in many strange ways.
“Kim Namjoon, of the mages!”
Namjoon smiled at you then, and you faintly noticed the dimples on his face- you found yourself automatically smiling back, though it was forced.
Your gaze quickly went to the next person.
As for the other races though, you will find after some careful examination their difference is easy to see. Mermaids, for one, as much as they call the sea their home are able to assume human form- though even they cannot quite perfectly blend in, as there remains a shallow pattern of gills near their ears that they cannot hide…
“Jeon Jungkook, of the mermaids!”
Huge, doe eyes partially covered by black, fluffy hair met yours, wide in shock, before he quickly looked away, hands fidgeting with the bag he was holding.
Yokai- kitsune, in particular, are quite tricky to identify. They wear quite the number of disguises, but an assurance is that they usually always have some detail wrong. For one, their eyes might stay vertical, where humans have wide pupils. Another is the tail they might forget to disguise...
“Kim Taehyung, of the yokai!”
The ash grey hair that framed his sculpted face almost covered his eyes- but you could still see them wink at you as your gaze flitted around, the smirk that formed on his lips playful and teasing.
Vampires will always stand out. Their pale skin complements the sculpted features they are given, unnatural beauty that bewitches- and the icy chill that can be felt from their body emphasizes it. Of course, not to mention their fangs…
“Park Jimin, of the vampires!”
Eyes that seemed to smile at you in the shape of crescent moons made itself known, the silver of his hair and the paleness of his skin painting him more as an angel rather than what he truly was, especially when he giggled.
Dragons, terrifying as they are in their true form, are much more approachable in their human form. Though it would be noticeable that they are not quite human- for they still possess scales, and the heat from the fire in their body still rumbles underneath their skin…
“Jung Hoseok, of the dragons!”
Red hair that seemed to glint in the sunlight was all you could see of him, then- though a look at his hands still revealed the light, almost unnoticeable pattern of scales- he glanced upwards and then quickly looked away, the flush on his face then almost matching his hair.
Fae, in turn, tend to have flickers of light around them, though less noticeable as they grow older. In which case, the next clue to look out for is the area around them- particularly, the ground. If you notice that wherever they step, the grass is greener, and plants seem to flourish… Then you’ve found yourself a fae.
“Min Yoongi, of the fae!”
Cat-like eyes narrowed in amusement at the way your face continued to fall with each familiar face. He barely held in his laughter, though you wouldn’t have noticed it if he did- the horror in your face visible to the world as you laid your eyes on the last member of the quest.
And lastly- elves. Oh, where do I begin? Elves, out of all species, might be the one that, with a little bit of planning may truly pass off as human. If not for their pointed ears, then there would be no way to tell an elf apart from a human based on appearances…
“Are you just planning to stand there without saying anything?” Eyes that still remained familiar from never leaving neither your dreams nor your memories cast a stern look over your form, the disapproval subtle but clear in the way his plush lips were set in a sneer.
“Kim Seokjin, of the elves!”
Fuck. You really were screwed.
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You Are My Soulmate
Katsuki Bakugou x Reader
Warning: Fluff, food fight, frenemies to lovers idk
Summary: Imagine being stuck by a single thread connecting you to an angry gremlin. Despite your “hatred” for one another, you both agreed to destroy the one thing connecting you two together.
Heavily inspired by a Bts Friends anamatic!
You, Izuku, and Katsuki used to be the best of childhood friends. Just the three of you playing outside the park after school. However, when you got too close to Izuku, young Katsuki would always feel the pang of jealousy, dragging you by the hand to another area of the park.
“C’mon (y/n), you don’t wanna be with that quirkless loser!”
You knew the two boys had a weird friendship but brushed it off. You turned and motioned a sad Izuku to follow, the frown quickly turning into a smile as he ran to catch up with the two of you.
Middle school was where it all started to change. Izuku and Katsuki’s relationship began to spiral into something more toxic. At this age, you were capable of seeing the wrongs of Katsuki, voicing your opinions to him only to be ignored. As the people around you started developing and strengthening their quirks, it was then people started comparing eachother to see which were more powerful. Katsuki wanted to be the best. To be better than everyone else. To become the number 1 hero.
“I dunno, dude. Bakugou’s explosions are strong but have you seen (y/n)’s telekinesis?”
When he heard others comparing your quirk to his, arguing who was stronger, that’s when it all changed. His care towards you turned into anger, turned to jealousy, turned to hatred. He didn’t see you as the girl he had a slight crush on. No. To him, you were now competition. An obstacle that was in his way. He started to ignore your calls and spent less time with you. You were a bit hurt but knew it was the best for you, sticking by the green-haired teen. After middle school, the three of you applied and got accepted to UA.
“Oi, magician! You’re in my damn line of sight! Do a magic trick and move!”
Through the busy caf, you turn to see the angry blonde glaring at you with an embarrassed Kirishima giving you an apologetic look. You fully faced him with a hand on your hip. “Then close your frickin’ eyes. Nobody wants to see creepy eyes staring at them. Especially not yours.” That made the man turn red with full anger.
“HUH, WHAT DID YOU SAY?! I CAN KILL YOU ON THE SPOT RIGHT NOW!”
You turned around ignoring the angry calls followed by Kirishima and his friends attempting to calm him down. “You might just end up killing yourself by a heart attack, don’t cha’ think?” That only fuelled the man even more. “I don’t even know how you got accepted! You’re useless just like your quirk! Just like that quirkless Deku”, he shouts as he tries to instigate the situation, to which he succeeds. You whirled your head around, hair flowing as it follows your head movement. You raised your hand, Bakugou’s lunch raising up with it. Full force, you pushed forwards and the food makes a strong impact towards his face. Gasps were heard and it was the one time you heard silence from the gremlin. “Hm, that’s interesting. Did you just get a haircut?”
The man slammed his fist on the table, furiously wiping away the dripping food off his face. “SO THAT’S HOW YOU WANNA PLAY?! WELL I HAVE ALL DAY, IDIOT!” He exploded whatever food was left on the table, quickly swipping it all towards you. Chaos began as others joined in too. You and Bakugou exchanged food blows, both full of dirty clothes.
Bakugou had enough, aiming his explosive hand towards you before the both of you were being dragged by a cloth-like equipment. You were both faced by an angry Mr. Aizawa. You chuckled nervously. “Oh, hey sir. Um..a food fight only consist of food and...” You motioned towards the material only earning a harder stare. “Both of you to the principal’s office. Now!” Bakugou scoffed as he pushed off the tangled cloth.
“Next time, work on your aim, you freak. You hit purple balls majority of the time.” Bakugou said as he rolled his eyes and headed towards the office. You caught up beside him with a smirk.
“No, that was intentional.”
It’s been a week since the food fight. That day, Bakugou only had 3 days of punishment while you had 4. The morning sun flashed through the crack of your dorm room curtain, waking you up. You sighed and got off your bed, heading towards the kitchen. Laying on the counter was a single bag of cinnamon twists. You reached to grab it, only for the other side to be matched with a tug.
“Oi, you freak! Let go, it’s mine!”
You furrowed your eyebrows, pulling on your side of the bag. “Don’t care. I saw it first.” You saw the famous colour of red flush his face and swore you saw smoke coming out of his ears. “ARE YOU STUPID?! I SAW IT FIRST!” After multiple tugs and pulls, the bag broke with all the cinnamon twists falling to the ground, the both of you being left with the small corners of the bag. You both stared at the ground in disbelief. Pointing at eachother ready to cast the blame on one another, you noticed a red string wrapped around the tips of both your fingers, connecting you two. Bakugou’s eyes darted the thin string.
“Hey, what the hell? Get off of me!”
“Get off of you?! Why don’t you get off of me?!”
Just like the bag of cinnamon twists, you both turned your full attention on the red string, playing a violent game of tug-of-war. The harder you both tried, the tired you both grew. This was never gonna get off of you, would it?
Nope.
Weeks went on and you stood in front of the planning board in your room. Your eyes glanced around the planner, the bolded title: The Red String with a violently scribbled subtitle in red underneath reading: Plan: DESTROY IT! You and Bakugou tried everything. From burning it with Todoroki’s flames to freezing it with his ice. From Bakugou’s explosions to Kaminari’s electricity and til’ this day, Bakugou still calls you stupid for that. But hey, you were desperate to try anything and Kaminari’s yay mode was worth it.
You stared at the calm blonde laying on your bed, uninterested in what you were doing and creating knots with the string. You thoughts were interrupted buy an annoyed sigh. “Hey, idiot. Are you done with that? I wanna get to sleep.” You switched off the lights and then realized, “Wait, that’s my bed. Get off my bed.” You tried nudging his back with your foot, only earning a snore in return. Sighing you dropped yourself to the ground, stealing your blanket off of Bakugou and laying it on top of you. Your body fidgeted due to the uncomfortable sting the ground was giving your back.
“Oi! quit it. I’m trying to sleep.”
You scoffed and wiggled your attached finger more to irrate him. “Yeah, I’m trying too.” He peeked down at you and signaled for you to get up. You did in confusion before watching him roughly tug the string and making you fall on top of him. He pushed you off and beside him, gripping your waist and resting his head behind your neck. You were quiet, unable to move and unable to process what had happened. He lifted his head up a bit.
“Shut up, idiot. It’s the only way we both can sleep comfortably.” However, you both woke up that very morning with the strings tangling you up against eachother.
It was the normal routine. Finding a way to get this stupid thread off of you both. Everyone around you found it amusing how hard you both tried. Two hotheads in a pot. As the days went by, instead of finding a solution, you both took advantage of it, seeing who could annoy the other more.
He had complained that it was too cold in the dorm foyer. Being the nice person you were, you had helped by turning the fan on. That only made it worse as the string got stuck in the blades, both of you being dragged and yelling at eachother to “turn it off!” and him calling you an idiot. One day, Bakugou had pulled the string, forcing you both to embrace eachother. He told you that he really liked you being around him. You thought it was a nice gesture at first until others pointed out a sticky note on your back reading, “I’m a loser”.
After another round of your long and intense game of tug-of-war, you both fell to the ground with exhaustion. “We’re never gonna get this off, are we?” Bakugou stayed silent before asking you.
“Hey, magic hands... I was wondering”, he scratched the back of his head before continuing, “Do you wanna, I don’t know? Pick flowers or make fun of people?”
You stared at the man dumbfounded and squinted at him. “Whut?”
His eyes widened and he looked away with a scoff. “Don’t look at me with that stupid expression! Just, nevermind. Pretened I didn’t say anything, ok?”
You tried your best to put the puzzle together and after a while, you did. “Huhhh, is Katsuki Bakugou asking me on a date?” You smirked as you leaned on his muscular arm. He quickly brushed his arm away from you. “Pfft, in your dreams, nerd.” You pretended to sigh pressing your chin to your collarbone. “What a shame, I actually started to like you...”, you trailed watching him turn his head to you.
“Fine, but I’m only doing this because I can’t stand your annoying whines so be grateful.”
Typical stubborn Katsuki.
You rested your head back on his arm, only this time he never pushed you off.
“You know I hate you, right?”
The longer you both spent with eachother, the more your affection for one another grew. Who knew that a simple kiss could release the knot on your fingers but that didn’t stop the both of you from spending time together. You had later learned that the whole class 1A had made a bet on the two of you, Momo using her quirk to create an inseparable thread that’s grip could only be released when the affection between the two grew.
And it sure did.
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BTS when you initiate skinship:
Seokjin:
Jin is cooking in the kitchen, stirring chopped onion on the frying pan and humming to himself quietly when you come behind him, wrapping your hands around his torso and pressing a kiss to his cheek.
"Oh, you surprised me!", your boyfriend scolds you half-heartedly, jumping a bit in place from the surprise, and trying to hide his slight confusion that you were the one initiating the skinship.
Usually, you were the shyer one, hiding your face behind your hands whenever Seokjin compliments you or being too embarrassed to approach him when you want a kiss. But now you were high on the smell of the delicious food, and also felt slightly touch deprived since Jin was spending more and more time at the practice room, getting ready for his group's upcoming comeback.
"Sorry", you mumble carelessly, making your boyfriend roll his eyes at the indifferent tone you were using, but he can't help but feel immense happiness when you kiss his cheek again, your soft lips pressing to his smooth skin and your hands tightening around him slightly.
Not wanting to miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, Jin turns around in your hold, not caring less about the now-golden onions in the pan, and wraps his own arms around your slim waist, nuzzling his nose in your neck gently, as you sway from side-to-side in comfortable silence.
“You smell good", he mumbles after a while, making you laugh, and you thread your fingers through his thick brown hair, feeling the shiny strands slip between your fingertips, before you respond teasingly: "So does the food, which will probably burn if you keep hugging me."
Yoongi:
You furrow your eyebrows when you see Yoongi making a face of discomfort, rubbing his shoulder once again as he shifts slightly on the couch, trying to get comfortable.
Your boyfriend's been looking bothered since you started your movie night nearly a quarter of an hour ago, and you can see he is trying to hide it from you as well, not saying anything or even moving too much so he won't attract your attention.
"Are you okay?", you ask after a moment of hesitation, picking the remote control to stop the movie and turning your body to face Yoongi, who's looking away from you, like he always does when he doesn't want to tell you the truth. "You look like you're in pain."
"I'm fine", your boyfriend runs a hand through his black hair nervously, trying unsuccessfully to hide another pained wince when he moves his hand too high. "My shoulder is just acting up again."
You curse yourself silently for not considering this option before. Yoongi recently had surgery on his right shoulder, and even though he already went through rehabilitation, his shoulder still hurt sometimes. It was completely normal, and it was only a matter of time until those feelings will disappear as well, but apparently it was bothering him more than he let on.
You bite your lip, staring at your boyfriend for a moment before you crawl towards him on the couch, smiling slightly at his confused face, his eyebrows furrowed and mouth set in a cute frown as his dark eyes follow you curiously.
"What are you do-", you cut your boyfriend off before he can finish the question, slipping into the space between Yoongi's lean body and the grey couch, your hands coming up to rest on his shoulders, pressing a kiss to the t-shirt clad skin before mumbling: "Relax."
You start to massage your lover's shoulders carefully, making sure not to press too hard on the sore muscles, letting your hands ease away the tension and pain held in between Yoongi's shoulder blades, your fingers flitting down to rub his back as well.
Your boyfriend doesn't say anything, but he doesn't need to, his body doing the talking for him as he relaxes in your hold, and when you peek at the side of his face, you can see the bright gummy smile you've learned to love, his cheeks blushing at the affectionate treatment he was getting.
Hoseok:
You snuggle under your furry white blanket even more, wiggling your toes as you try to get the cold out of your bones, your warm pyjamas and the humming air conditioner not doing much to warm you up, your body seeking a different kind of heat.
You sigh in relief when Hoseok finally exits the bathroom, rubbing his eyes tiredly with the back of his hand, his soft brown falling carelessly over his forehead and wearing long blue silk pyjamas, the shiny fabric hugging his tall, lean frame perfectly.
"I'm so tired", he yawns, making his way towards his side of the bed, and you don't even wait for him to sit before you're pulling him down, earning a surprised yelp from your boyfriend at the unexpected action, his hands tightening around you automatically.
You sigh contentedly, burying your head in Hoseok's neck, the smell of his aftershave sending a warm shiver down your spine as you finally feel comfortable, the cold no longer bothering you, and you wrap your arms around the other's torso, throwing your leg over his body as you cling to his side shamelessly.
Your boyfriend's frozen body relaxes, and he lets out a happy laugh, pleased by your unexpected affection attack, used to him being the one to initiate skinship most of the time, and he wraps his own arms around you tightly, before turning his head towards you, sending you a bright smile.
"How are you so cute?!", he says excitedly, leaning down to leave kisses all over your face before you can even answer, his lips tickling your nose, eyelids, cheeks, repeatedly until you're squirming against him, your little giggles making his heart expand even more. "I love you so much."
Namjoon:
Sometimes you feel tired, like the world was physically weighing you down, even everyday life being too much to handle. Today was one of these days where you were just exhausted, more emotionally than anything else.
You let your head fall back on the sofa, stifling another yawn with the back of your hand as you scroll aimlessly through your Instagram, your eyes half closed, only opening here and there when a video of your boyfriend shows up in your timeline, making the softest of smiles creep up on your face.
Namjoon wasn't supposed to come home today, or at least you assume he won't, considering he's the leader of the biggest band in the world, who is having a comeback in less than a week. Still, a selfish part of you hopes he might show up, the need to hug him tightly and relieve the empty feeling inside you bigger than ever.
It's already late, and you get up from the couch, making way to your bedroom to wash up and get ready for bed, when there's a gentle knock on the door, your breath stopping before you even reach the handle, your hand twisting it on your own accord.
And there he is. With his caramel hair slicked back professionally, wearing blue jeans that accentuate his long legs and a beige button up, two dimples showing as he smiles at you softly, his brown eyes holding the entire universe.
You feel so happy you can't even breath, not even letting Namjoon enter the house before you're walking to him quickly, wrapping your arms around his broad torso and placing your ear on his chest, sighing in relief when you feel the steady beating of his heart in your ear.
Your boyfriend lets out an 'oof' when your body slams into his, but it only takes a second for his initial shock to wear off, and his arms come to wrap around your waist, warm and comforting, like a rainbow after a day of endless rain.
"Did you miss me?", he asks, his voice slightly teasing as he presses a gentle kiss to your temple, rubbing your back soothingly, but when you raise your head from its place on your shoulder, you can clearly see the soft pink blush tinting his cheeks, a wide smile making his eyes disappear into tiny crescents.
"So much", you admit, your own blush covering your cheeks when Namjoon's eyes widen momentarily at your unexpectedly straightforward answer, before his arms hold you even closer, making you feel more protected and loved than ever. "I missed you, too, love."
Jimin:
You're drinking your daily cup of coffee, the kitchen filled with the rich, thick smell of coffee beans, reading the newspaper you grabbed on your way back from work yesterday, when Jimin stumbles into the room, eyes still half-closed and steps unsteady.
Your boyfriend looks cutest in the mornings, and you feel your heart swell at the sight of Jimin, blonde hair uncombed and falling over his eyes messily, his face swollen from sleep, wearing an oversized gray t-shirt and black sweatpants, the sleeves of his shirt going past his hands and swallowing his lean frame completely.
"Goo' Morning", Jimin mutters, not noticing your heart eyes as he slips into the seat next to you, muffling another yawn in the palm of his hand, before placing his head on the cold surface of the table, clearly trying to wake up.
"Good morning, babe.", you mumble back, voice laced with fondness, and reach your hand out to pet Jimin's hair, your fingers brushing his scalp gently as you admire the softness of the golden strands, even after being dyed and colored countless times.
Your boyfriend tenses slightly under your searching hands, and you can hear his breath get stuck in his throat before he relaxes, letting his head fall to the side, revealing twinkling eyes and a content smile, still slightly sleepy.
"You're so adorable, Jiminie~~", you coo, managing to surprise yourself as well with how affectionate you're being, your usual shyness gone and replaced by a protective feeling at the softness of your boyfriend's mere presence.
Your boyfriend's cheeks burn bright red immediately, and he turns his head back down to the table, trying to hide his tomato face from you, but you can still see the sides of his cheeks, raised from how wide he is smiling, so he grabs the newspaper you were reading from its place on the table, using it to cover his face as you laugh, the affection attack quickly turning into a tug a war match as you try to reveal your giggling boyfriend's face, while he tries to keep it covered. "Yah, I was in the middle of reading that!"
Taehyung:
There's a gentle breeze streaming through the window, ruffling your dark hair gently and making you close your eyes, a sigh of content leaving your lips.
"The weather is amazing, isn't it?", your boyfriend asks, his deep voice penetrating the calming silence, and you hum in agreement before opening your eyes to look at Taehyung's figure in the driver's seat, his own satisfied smile gracing his full lips.
The two of you are on your way to Daegu, to visit Taehyung's family. It's not the first time you've done this, yet it still makes your heart flutter just how relaxed and happy Taehyung looks whenever he's on his way to meet his beloved parents and siblings, not a trace of anxiety or stress tainting his delicate features.
You let your eyes flit over Taehyung's profile, admiring the way his auburn hair brushes his forehead gently, fluttering slightly because of the wind coming through the window, the sharp slide of his jawline and the soft shape of his nose. It all just screams perfection, and you can't help but feel amazed by the fact that this man is yours.
Overwhelmed by your feelings for the other, you reach for Taehyung's hand, the one that wasn't placed on the steering wheel, and interlace your fingers, admiring the way his golden skin blends perfectly with your creamy one, before pressing a sweet kiss to the back of his hand.
Taehyung's eyes move to look at you for a second when you place your interlocked hands in your lap, your thumb tracing hearts all over your lover's hand, and you can see the big smile tracing his lips and pulling it into the familiar boxy shape you love so much, delight and surprise shining in his brown orbs.
Skinship was always a big part of you and Taehyung's relationship, he loved clinging to you, kissing you and initiating cuddles and hugs, and he loved it even more when you were the one to act all sticky and romantic, even if you were sometimes too shy to do so.
"You're so cute when you're affectionate.", Taehyung says randomly after a few more minutes of driving in peaceful silence, the only sound being the soft country music playing on the radio, and you roll your eyes with a smile, already expecting this sort of comment to come.
Jungkook:
You watch with awe as Jungkook jumps off the treadmill, his black hair stuck to his forehead like glue, sweat dripping down his forehead and jawline, the liquid beads shining under the florencent lights.
"You're seriously going to kill yourself one day", you say disapprovingly, crossing your arms over your chest when Jungkook comes towards you, grabbing the water bottle and the white towel behind you with a breathless laugh.
"I'm fine", your boyfriend says dismissively, ignoring your glare and downing down gulps of ice cold water, his adam's apple bobbing as the the bottle empties itself quickly, the plastic crinkling into his veiny hand.
You sigh when Jungkook gets down on the floor, starting his three minute timer before balancing himself on his forearms, ragged breaths leaving his mouth as his white tank top clings to his sweaty abs, his biceps bulging and the muscles of his back prominent.
You smirk when an idea enter your mind, and you get down on the floor, lying in front of your boyfriend so your head is right under his, giggling when a look of confusion crosses Jungkook's face, his dark eyebrows furrowing from surprise and exertion. "You should learn how to work out under distractions."
"Y/N, what-", you cut your boyfriend off with a kiss, tilting your head up to peck his lips gently, ignoring the sweat clinging to his skin before you press your lips together again, longer this time.
It's adorable how quickly Jungkook gets shy, a small smile setting on his lips when you detach from him, despite him trying to look somewhat annoyed at you for purposely interrupting him. "What are you doing? I'm so gross right now, ew."
"So maybe you should stop working out and take a shower, so we can kiss properly", you suggest with a shrug, leaning up to press another teasing kiss to your boyfriend's blushing cheeks, ignoring his grunts of protest when your lips tickle their way down to his chin and then up to his forehead.
"You're unbelievable", Jungkook manages to sigh, the words coming out of his mouth in breathless pants, and you laugh, adoring the way Jungkook's doe eyes automatically grows softer at the sound of your tinkling giggle. "I know, and you love me for it."
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Clearwater Springs: Part 8
Description: ot7 x reader, reader’s choice, fairy/supernatural/soulmate au. The choices you make influence the story! In this world, war-torn and ragged, you’ve been offered a home and a job working as a librarian. Will you meet your soulmates? Will you ever find the shelves behind the piles of books? Who knows.
Warnings: Innuendos, some heated moments, AnGsT
Posted: 02/06/2021
Tags: ot7 x reader, supernatural bts, soulmate au
3,650 words
A/N: Okay! Chapter 8! So, the survey replies said that I could do two free-write and one survey chapter, which means the next survey chapter will be chapter 11, but that link will come with chapter 9 because heck if I know where we’re going next! Also, I apparently have a bigger ao3 contingency reading this so that’s interesting. But anyway! Here we go! Sorry it took so long!
Previous ~ Next
Jungkook wasn’t breathing, frozen and staring at the dragon.
You bowed a little more. “Please forgive our intrusion upon your territory.”
A deep rumbling laughter made the waters tremble, ripples disturbing the eerily smooth surface of the water. “Little xana, you are most welcome as my river-kin. And brave djinn, you are welcome also. I could not turn away one attached so strongly to the soul of my river-kin. Your soul may rest easily when you have your heart pieces put together.”
Jungkook breathed out. “It’s hard.”
“It will not always be so, little one. The trials of life...they come...and they go. But if you stick close to your heart, all should turn out to be well and you shall grow stronger for all of your trials.” Anwei settled his head on the surface of the water. “You will grow, and have much growing to do still.”
Jungkook turned a little toward you. “How do you know?”
Anwei chuckled. “Did you know that the oracles and seers all descended from those who drank from the waters of a great and powerful dragon that was tainted with his blood?”
You tried not to gag at the thought, standing once more and taking Jungkook’s arm.
“And you, little xana, so many thoughts, racing in that head of yours and so many ideas without a clue how to enact them. You desire much, but admit little, but you are the key to all of the others. Without you, they would lose each other.” The dragon seemed to be settling back into the waters. “Now, if you both don’t mind...being awake is tiresome. And you both have someone to go find, do you not?”
You looked to the sky. “Jungkook, it’s almost sunset.”
“How?”
Anwei chuckled. “Time is a funny thing.”
You started running back in the direction of the house. “Thank you, oh great one!”
He just chuckled more. “Little ones. Always...in a...hurry.”
Jungkook zoomed past you, slightly translucent and going through the trees, but he often glanced back to make sure you were still with him.
You ran into Valina, squeaking and quickly helping her gather her mushrooms again and apologizing to her and who appeared to be her witch friends. “Sorry, I’m in a hurry! You haven’t seen Seokjin, have you?”
“Not in the past two days, sugar.”
“Ok, thank you!” You called, racing after Jungkook who had gone invisible around them. “He must not have gone to town. She would have seen him otherwise.”
“Where else could he be?” Jungkook asked, but it sounded like it was in your head more than anything which sent chills up and down your spine.
“There’s too many places he could be. Maybe Hoseok will have a clue for us, though. Come on.”
He beat you to the house, but the others were in the yard. Jimin was sitting in the grass with Hoseok looking at the feathers on his wings. Namjoon pacing. Yoongi was in a brown tabby form, gaze locked on you and Jungkook as the two of you raced up.
“Nothing?” Jungkook asked, looking at the others.
“No word from him, no sightings, nothing.”
Your gaze was drawn to the forest as they started discussing where they should look.
“Come on, Hoseok, any ideas?”
Hoseok pouted. “I can’t just turn it on and off. I looked in the crystal balls, but I didn’t see anything that would help us.”
“I’ll check the forest. Maybe our forest friend has seen him.”
“Alone?” Jimin scrambled to his feet.
“I won’t be alone long. Like I said, our forest friend will probably find me and help me find Seokjin.” You scanned the forest line, then spotted a tree that looked slightly out of place. That had to be it. Their hidden mailbox. “You guys go look. I’ll check the forest.”
“Are you sure?” Namjoon asked, coming over and taking your hand. “It’s a big forest.”
“I’m sure. We’ll find him. Go look. Meet back here when the sun has fully set,” You told them, squeezing Namjoon’s hand. “We’ll find him.”
Namjoon nodded, but didn’t move until Yoongi came over and grabbed his wrist, pulling him away.
Hoseok grabbed onto both maknaes. “Come on, we’re odd numbers with y/n going alone. Both of you come with me. I don’t like traveling in the dark.”
Jimin snorted, and started quietly teasing the elder—which was really heartwarming because it meant he was growing attached and comfortable.
Jungkook just trailed after them, smiling a little at the hand holding his.
And you knew they’d be fine.
You hurried toward the tree, their mailbox tree, studying it for a while and then trying to figure out how to find Taehyung so he could help you find Jin.
“You’re not Jin-hyung,” A deep voice pouted behind you.
You turned and sighed in relief. “No, we don’t know where he is. Need your help finding him, Taehyung. He left last night and we haven’t heard from him since.”
Taehyung’s eyes widened. “He’s missing?”
“Not...necessarily. I think he didn’t want to be found right away though. And I have a feeling he’s in a forest...maybe the one his brother died in?”
Taehyung looked surprised, but it slowly faded to agreement, and he nodded. “Right. You’re right. Let’s go look.”
You hurried after him. “It’s okay for me to use your real name, right?”
“What? Oh, yeah! It’s also a good way to get in touch with me. Just whisper it to any of the maples and they’ll bring it to me, and I’ll know that you’re looking for me.” Taehyung smiled at you.
You smiled back, but were also trying to figure out how to tell him that he was one of your soulmates. It would have to wait until you found Jin.
Taehyung led the way to a forest that was obviously just starting to regrow from a devastating fire, saplings here and there and some bushy undergrowth, but also a clearly defined path through it to the undamaged parts of the forest. The dirt road under your feet looked well-travelled, and yet the only sounds you could hear were of birds and squirrels and chipmunks.
“So….”
“That path leads to the family cemetery, which is also the memorial area for all of the dryads lost to the fire. Hyung talked about it becoming the first town cemetery since the area around it was already cleared by the fire,” Taehyung said, then hesitantly stepped toward the path. “What if he gets mad that we came looking for him?”
“He won’t be. He left because...his feelings got hurt in a misunderstanding last night. He needs us. Did...did you finish his butterfly?”
Taehyung nodded, carefully pulling the white butterfly from his bag and then whispering some sort of spell before tossing it lightly into the air as it started moving.
Down the path.
Taehyung hurried after it, not even glancing back as you captured his hand and held onto it.
You heard the singing first, soft and sad, and then you saw Jin, sitting against a headstone as he sang.
Taehyung had stopped when he heard the singing as well, just watching and listening.
Jin’s voice cracked and wobbled, and he stopped singing.
Just as the butterfly reached him and landed on his knee.
Jin stared at it, then reverently scooped it up.
Taehyung ran to Jin the moment you let go of his hand. “Hyung!”
Jin looked up, but didn’t move until Taehyung was just about to fall onto and crush the butterfly.
You walked over as Taehyung bear-hugged Jin and kept telling him not to cry, studying the tombstones and memorials from the dryads.
And you sang, because that was the only thing you knew for certain. Singing was the only way to feel like you belonged there, among all of the death.
There had been too much death.
When would this war end?
You sat on the ground in front of the two boys while you sang, looking to the sky to see how long you had until dark.
You sang of misunderstandings, of the worry that all of you had felt over Jin being missing, and of soulmates still not joined. Of lurking darkness.
“Y/n,” Jin said, grabbing your shoulders. “Come on. We’re leaving. Come on.”
You blinked, nodding, but you couldn’t stop singing. It would be too much if you stopped singing.
They rushed you out of the cemetery, through the trees and back to the road.
Taehyung looked nauseous when you were finally able to stop singing, the pressure in your chest gone. “You’re not allowed in cemeteries, got it.”
Jin gently stroked your hair. “What are you two doing here, anyway?”
“We’ve been looking for you,” Taehyung answered, the ‘duh’ in his tone easily palpable.
Jin’s brow wrinkled.
“Everyone’s been so worried about you,” You whispered. “Jungkook especially. He really wants to talk to you.”
Jin looked even more sad.
Taehyung was frowning in frustration. “What happened, hyung?”
“He didn’t want me,” Jin whispered.
“Yes he did,” You refuted. “He got overwhelmed. It happens, and you really need to let him explain. Please, Seokjinnie. Come home. Taehyung can come with us.”
Taehyung looked at you in surprise. “Uh...what?”
“I know you lied, you told me you lied. Jin, he still doesn’t know,” You whispered.
Jin held your gaze and nodded slowly. “He doesn’t. You’re right. We should fix that.”
“We should.”
Jin tugged Taehyung closer. “Please come with us?”
Taehyung looked Jin over, then glanced at you. “I don’t understand….”
When he looked back at Jin, Jin kissed him.
You studied the surprised stiffness in Taehyung, then the way he melted into Jin with a soft sound. You had to bring them both home. You had to bring your soulmates together.
Jin pulled away. “Come home, Taehyungie.”
Taehyung nodded, but you doubted he even knew he was doing that.
Yoongi was waiting outside, walking the perimeter of the yard as though restless. But the moment he heard the three of you, he turned and walked hurriedly toward all of you.
“Where are the others?” You asked, intervening before Yoongi could snarl out his worries because he looked ready to snarl at Jin and you didn’t want that.
Yoongi breathed deeply for a few seconds. “They’re inside. I told them I’d wait outside for you and to make sure there would be food ready when Seokjin-hyung returned.”
You nodded. “Okay. Why don’t we go in?”
Yoongi’s gaze locked on a nervous looking Taehyung. “This…?”
“Yes, now let’s go inside.”
Yoongi nodded, but instead of moving toward the house, he moved toward Jin. He stared at him for a long time, and then sort of dropped his head against Jin’s shoulder. “Don’t scare us like that.”
Jin nodded, sort of patting Yoongi’s back. “Let’s go inside. Y/n said I need to talk to Jungkook.”
The moment the door opened, the smells of various delicious dishes rolled out in waves.
Namjoon was just inside the door and he almost tackled Jin. “Why do you do this to me?!”
Jin hugged Namjoon back, but was looking past him with a hungry look. “Who’s cooking?”
“No one, Jungkook used his magic.”
Jin’s eyes widened slightly.
You grabbed Taehyung’s hand as the boy shrunk back a bit. “Come on. Let’s eat. Then talk. Talking is better when your stomach is full. Or so I’m told.”
Jungkook was waiting by the table, eyes wide and hopeful, but also regretful as he spotted Jin. “Hyung—”
“We’ll talk after we’re not hungry,” Yoongi cut in. “And I doubt hyung has eaten since he left so he’s likely very hungry. Let him eat.”
Jungkook hesitated and then nodded, moving so everyone could take a seat, but staring at Taehyung.
“Taehyung, that’s Jungkook, Jimin, Hoseok, Namjoon, and Yoongi,” You quickly glanced over everyone’s names. “Now sit and eat with us. They are fond of eating.”
“You’re not?” He asked carefully, and you saw the way Jimin and Hoseok looked up in surprise and then looked at each other at hearing his voice.
You shrugged. “It’s not essential for me. Get another glass for Taehyung?” You placed your plate and utensils in front of Taehyung, but you were thirsty. Actually, you felt parched.
But the drink you were craving was not water.
Hoseok was carrying the conversation, with Jimin contributing quite a bit and Namjoon commenting now and then.
Jin was definitely focused on eating, but that wasn’t surprising.
Taehyung’s eating habits were adorable, and you kind of wanted to pinch his cheeks while also giving him more food because he just seemed so...innocent and feedable.
But he was also enraptured by the conversation, soon joining in as his plate emptied.
Jimin was eating better too, which made your heart a little lighter.
Jin was putting pieces of meat on Jungkook’s plate before taking a second piece for himself and Jungkook was dutifully eating it, looking up at Jin every now and then with what you could only attribute as adoration or something similar.
Yoongi only spoke when Jin and Jungkook left together. “Stay put. Namjoon, let them talk it out without eavesdropping. Taehyung-ah, would you like some more pasta?”
Taehyung nodded.
You went to the kitchen as the boys continued eating, grabbing the herbs you needed and tucking them into the pocket in your skirt. “I’m going to go and bathe for a bit. Maybe we could watch a movie tonight? If those two work things out?”
Namjoon nodded quickly. “I’ll set everything up.”
“I’ll make popcorn,” Yoongi offered.
Taehyung just looked slightly terrified of you leaving him alone with them.
You went over and kissed his forehead. “You’re safe here, you know. And Jin will want you to be here when he’s done talking to Jungkook. It’s like a sleepover. They don’t bite. Well, Yoongi might when he’s a cat, but the others don’t.”
Yoongi huffed. “I only bite people who deserve it.”
“You bit me earlier!”
“You deserved it.”
You waited for Taehyung to nod before you headed for the basement.
You had an elixir to make.
“Don’t let me disturb you,” Jin called. “Just wanted to talk.”
You turned a bit, noting that he wasn’t in the room with you. “About?”
“I don’t know. I just...anything.” You heard him moving a chair.
“I’m not a fan of talking through walls or doors. You never know what Namjoon might overhear.”
“He can’t hear the basement.”
“Really?” You paused.
“It was one of the preventative measures put in place before you came. He was never strongly tied to the basement anyway. He can only sense when I jump on the stairs or if we were to break a window, or damage the foundation. Once we hit the stone floor, nothing.”
“So that he wouldn’t be harmed by my singing.”
“Well….”
“I understand. It’s fine. You and Jungkook work everything out?”
“Yeah. We’re good. Made up. He’s staying with me tonight.”
“Good. But what about Taehyung?”
“I was hoping you would convince him to stay.”
You smiled. “Oh, were you?”
“You’re very convincing. The boys are doing a good job of making him feel welcome, but you’re the cincher. You’re the tie that binds us together.”
You smiled and added the last ingredient to your magic elixir.
“I didn’t know Xana’s couldn’t be around death.”
“I didn’t know, either,” You answered, shivering a little at the memory. You poured the elixir into the gold gilt chalice.
“Good to know though.”
“Back to Taehyung, how do you suggest I convince him to stay?”
“I don’t know. You’re the expert.”
“I’m an expert? How so?”
“You’ve driven all of us mad at some point recently. Just follow your instincts. Wear one of those dresses.”
You grinned, fighting a giggle as you pulled a new dress from the water. Very alluring silk and lace nightgown, with a lace robe. Not too revealing. Classy.
Jin stood up and studied you, then stared at the chalice. “What is that?”
You offered it to him. “It is a gift.”
“And...you want to give it to me?”
“It is mine to give to whom I will, like my heart,” You quoted softly.
He gently placed his hands around the chalice, fingers over your own. “But...me?”
“You are the first, my first soulbond, it is only fitting that you drink ius caritate first,” You murmured, eyes following the chalice as he gently lifted it, keeping your hands on it under his. Watched as it reached his lips and he drank it, hesitantly at first, then calmly.
Watched his face as the chalice lowered from his lips, which turned upward into a smile, and his whole being seemed to glow and shine.
The chalice dissolved, just leaving your hands in his.
Then his lips were brushing yours lightly. “Thank you, y/n. I understand now.”
You smiled and let him pull you to his chest, drinking in his presence for just a few moments before he walked with you upstairs.
Yoongi was sprawled out on Jimin’s lap in cat form, fast asleep and purring.
Hoseok was playing with Jungkook’s hair, while the djinn looked ready to fall asleep.
Taehyung was in the middle of it all, looking surprisingly comfortable and talking casually with Namjoon.
Namjoon trailed off as he saw you, eyes widening.
Taehyung followed his gaze, and his jaw dropped.
Jungkook was very much awake.
Jimin eyes were raking over you.
Hoseok was gripping Jungkook’s hair.
Yoongi stayed asleep, even as Jimin set him down and came over to you, followed quickly by the others.
“Maybe we should do the movie in the morning,” You said softly, knowing they could all hear you. “Taehyung, would you like to stay the night?”
Jin was wrapping his arms around Jungkook.
Taehyung stared at you, then gulped, nodding once.
You mirrored the nod. “Come, I’ll show you a room.”
His gaze slowly drifted down to your offered hand, and he hesitantly took it.
You drew him upstairs, noting that the others weren’t following.
“There’s something going on here,” Taehyung said softly.
“There is,” You agreed.
“What is it?” He asked with slightly more insistence, but still leaning into the hand that you brushed his cheek with.
You let the lace robe slide down your shoulders, turning and revealing your soulmark to him. “You are the green.”
His long, beautiful fingers reached out and traced the outline of the mark in a featherlight touch that sent shivers all throughout your body. “Soulmates. You and them and...me...Jin-hyung?”
You nodded. “He’s the pink.”
“That one is so pretty,” He murmured, touching it. It had a sort of water-color, realistic look to it now.
“I’ve bonded with him the most. It’s all been going so fast,” You whispered, looking up at his face. You wouldn’t have been surprised if he’d had some xana in him at some point, he was so handsome. Ethereal.
Taehyung was chewing on his lip now. “And I’m one of you. One of your soulmates.”
“You are. It’s okay if you’re not ready, we’re all still trying to get comfortable with one another. I really was going to show you to a room you could stay in.”
He nodded. “I believe you. I wouldn’t have minded though….”
“Good to know,” You murmured. “Do you want your own room?”
He nodded again, a little more quickly. “Just...until I know everyone a little better.”
You nodded. “Whatever you need, Taehyung.” You turned slowly and led the way to the door of a room you knew wasn’t taken. “This one is empty. It’s yours.”
He opened the door and blinked as he looked inside. “I swear the bed just made itself.”
“There is a house haltija, a djinn, and a fairy here. Probably clean bedding.” You walked in to check and nodded. “Just a quick clean. Don’t worry. Namjoon has a strict privacy policy.”
Taehyung nodded.
“I’ll let you rest. There are probably some spare clothes in the dresser now. Make yourself at home,” You told him, smiling and leaving him to get comfortable while humming a tune.
Namjoon was in your room, and he looked up hesitantly as you came in.
You just smiled at him and went around to your side of the bed. “Staying with me tonight, handsome?”
He nodded. “If that’s okay?”
“It is.” You let the robe slip down and climbed into the bed. “The magic waters decided not to give me anything warm. I was hoping that meant someone would be here with me.”
Namjoon quickly joined you. “Yoongi was hoping he could stay with you, too.”
“He doesn’t usually ask,” You whispered, smiling.
“He knew I was going to. Wanted to make sure we were both okay with him coming.”
“I’m okay with it if you are,” You told him, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. You could get spoiled having so many lips to kiss around you.
Namjoon nodded slightly, then kissed you, a little more firm. A little more passionate.
You didn’t hear the door, or Yoongi walking through the room, but soon he was sliding into the bed behind you, arms around you and squeezing gently.
Namjoon let you come up for air, kissing down your neck before finding a spot that made your toes curl happily and sticking there.
Yoongi sighed. “So pretty.” And he kissed your cheek next to your ear. “Our pretty y/n.”
You smiled a bit as he yawned, leaning back against his chest and feeling his sleepy energy sort of seep into you as well. It’d been a long day.
Namjoon seemed to have found the spot he wanted to stay in to sleep as well.
You closed your eyes with a happy sigh.
You had all seven of your soulmates home and safe.
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my fave bts fics (ao3) i know no one’s gonna see this i just wanna scream abt my faves bc i’m too shy to do it on my other accs
ukiyo (yoonmin) - a mf CLASSIC everyone knows this one. it broke me, shattered me and then pieced me together and shattered me again. the love they have for each other... the fact that its a filthy filthy world and they’re both so broken but the love they share is so... GOD. it burns, and it burns so deep. plus the dynamics between each and every character is so good and amazing and the plot is CHEFS KISS. so many iconic quotes. so many iconic scenes. every time i hear ‘petal’ or ‘darling’ i start sobbing on the spot. the sex scenes are fvcking fantastic
kairotic (namjin) - the plot is DELICIOUS. i love all of metastacia’s works because the dynamic between joon and jin is so GOOD everytime. but god this one had me thinking for days, i was so hooked on it. as the story goes along you just find yourself wanting to hug jin more and more :(( you can really feel his inner turmoil about everything including having feelings for joon, and the way joon is like stfu but also like ilysm lemme unwind you and working so hard to get jin out of a bad situation u can really feel how much they love each other :(( and they get m-m-married at the end cries
Cleaning Clam Shells, Raising Children and Falling in Love (yoonmin) - the chef/restaurant concept is GOD TIER pls we need more fics like this. oh god its so soft, the slow burn hits so so good, the pacing and the realisation of feelings and getting together makes your heart ache in such a good way. the way yoongi seems like a cold-hearted chef but he’s actually a major softie (like he is irl) and the way he takes care of jimin made me blush so much hehe. you only want the best for jimin :(( The kid is so adorable she made me squeal just as much as the romance did. it ends with yoonmin raising a little family together :((
tug of war (we both fell) (taekook) - ah yes the superior enemies to lovers trope. but i guess in this case its more like rivals to lovers?? its so cute and funny they both fight for jimin bc they’re both in love with him but along the way they’re like...wait a min since when was the other guy such a sweetheart and they both fall for each other sjhjhjhdsh (jimins okay!! he only saw the two of them as bffs and ends up w yoongi). its so so soft when they spend time together and get to know each other outside their rivalry, and when they confess its just CUTENESS OVERLOAD GOD. the whole fic is so soft tbh and full of GOODNESS i love it sm
all the sundered things (namkook) - GOD i am such a sucker for namkook. i am such a SUCKER for car sex. tbh i was a bit iffy bc the issue jk struggled with was the car incident he had last year and idk it brought up a lot of bad memories for me bc i was so worried for him and everyone used it as an excuse to shade him so yeah. but it was just structured so well?? the dynamic between the two is smth i really loved, and the dialogue tickled my fancy too .plus the message of self-forgiveness is important and you truly just want good things only for jk!!. fuck the sex scene was really hot so yeah its up there
we should kiss, just like real people do (yoonmin) - GOD THIS FIC. as u can see i am a sucker for yoonmin and yoonminies are the best writers it was simply meant to be. yoongi is tae’s cousin from the city and jimi is tae’s bff. their first kiss was described so beautifully i could feel my heart boom boom. and they’re just so SOFF. when yoongi takes jimin for a visit in the city and jimin’s just so in awe and tells yoongi to ‘kiss me here’ on every street corner is so mf LOVELY i cried real tears. jimin lives above the church and has provided for himself his whole life which is why he won’t accept money help from tae (who is significantly richer) which is what causes a bit of conflict between vmin but its okay and all good in the end and they both get accepted into uni and move in together!!! the way the quotes from the bible used to describe jimin’s love for yoongi is so mesmerising made my heart go BOOOOOOOM. the fics mentioned are in no particular ranking but this one is definitely one of my favourite favourites.
imma do a second post bc this be getting too long
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