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Summary: Your mother asks why you haven't given her grandbabies. You tell her you are not ready for that yet but it turns out Yoongi likes the idea very much
Paring: Yoongi/Reader
Word Count: 5K
Rating: M/18+
Tags: Boyfriend Yoongi, Mother daughter relationship that kind of sucks, needy subby Yoongi, soft Dom reader, dirty talk, reader calls him kitten and baby boy, jerking off, sucking off, pregnancy kink, flirting, second hand embarrassment, Yoongi can't get his erection to go down so reader helps, deep throating, face fucking.
Authors Note: The horny demon possessed me again.
Also this picture 🔥🔥🔥
“Yoongi there is a spot right there!” You say
“Can’t park in front of a fire hydrant babe.” He replies, eyes scanning the street
“Okay, what about there!”
“Park next to a Tesla? Absolutely no way.” He says, turning down a side street, eyes still focused trying to find the right parking spot.
“Yoongi please can we just pick a spot?” You ask balancing the meat and cheese tray you brought on your lap and scanning the street.
He smiles at you and turns the car down another street and you see you are getting further away from your parent’s house.
“Or are you being picky because you don’t want to go?” You ask with a teasing tilt to your voice which has Yoongi placing a hand over his heart in mock hurt.
“How dare you Y/N. You know I love going to these extravagant giant parties your mom holds.” He jokes as he turns down another street and begins to search for more parking.
You roll your eyes but can’t help the smile that appears on your face.
“Not sure why you are complaining Yoongs my mom looooves you.” You tease as he scowls and finally finds a spot that seems good enough for him to park his sleek black car into
You can’t help but laugh at his reaction.
But what you said was true.
You had been dating Yoongi for a year now and your mom absolutely adored him. She doted on him whenever he came over and always reminded him how he was her favorite son-in-law (he was her only son-in-law as it was just you and your brother as her kids)
Her relationship with you was much more…complex.
She was a perfectionist in everything she did and while it was impressive it could also be annoying when she expected everyone to be just like her.
You, being the only daughter meant she often criticized you, wanting you to be as perfect and ladylike as her.
This perfectionism shone during her parties. Your mom loved to host parties. Every small gathering got blown out of proportion so she could throw a massive get-together. She would go all out with decor and found herself happiest when she was planning something.
Your grade eight graduation was supposed to be a small gathering of family and it turned into a block party.
Your high school grad was worse as she tried to invite your whole class which you shut down real quick.
You took out your phone and frowned to see your brother finally respond to your text about the party.
“Michael is out. Says his wife and kid have food poisoning.” You say to Yoongi as he finally gets the car in the spot and throws it into park.
You grumble and type back a message as Yoongi chuckles beside you.
“Can’t we tell your mom we have it too?” He jokes as you lightly smack his arm and undo your seatbelt to step out of the car.
Yoongi follows suit and comes around to your side of the car, ever the gentleman holding out his hand so he can help you over the grass which is still slightly damp from yesterday’s rain storm.
It didn’t help you were wearing three-inch heels and a flowy pale blue sundress with small flowers embroidered on it.
You struggled to balance the huge tray of food as Yoongi grabbed your elbow to help steady you over the grass.
“So who are we celebrating again? Alessa and Jonathan right?” He asks pushing his soft brown hair away from his face and smiling down at you.
“Yeah it’s their second child so my mom thought to throw a small gathering.” You say snickering as you walk past the parade of cars that have taken over the whole subdivision.
“Ah, so a small gathering with your cousin’s closest friends got it!” Yoongi teases.
You finally make your way to the driveway and look up in time to see the door being thrown open by your mother who is standing there in a soft white sundress, her hair was curled in her signature style and she had her hands on her hips as you approached.
“Hey, mom.” You say leaning in for a sideways hug as you don’t want to knock the tray in your hands.
“Oh honey, what is with the hair up hmm?” She says signaling to your ponytail which was hanging down your back.
“This is a party I thought you’d wear your hair down for once.” She says with a frown as you fight the urge to roll your eyes.
Before you can respond her eyes land on Yoongi.
“Oh let me take a look at my handsome son-in-law!” She squeals as she wraps Yoongi in a hug and you bite back your laugh as she grabs his arm and brings him into the house.
You head to the kitchen and set the tray down amongst all the food as you hear your mom talking Yoongi’s ear off in the dining room.
You pull out your phone to respond to your brother’s text as you let your mom talk to Yoongi.
Once you decide Yoongi has suffered enough you slip your phone back into your purse and walk to the dining room to loop your arm through his.
He shoots you a grateful look as your mom is still chatting, oblivious to the whole thing.
“Mom, where is Alessa? I have a small gift for her.” You ask cutting your mom off her tangent as her eyes finally lock on yours.
“Oh I didn’t even see you come over dear Yoongi and I were just chatting oh… well of course let's get you to the party girl!” Your mom giggles as she leads you out the sliding door and to the expansive backyard.
Yesterday’s rain luckily blew through in time for today to be beautiful. The sky was bright blue with small whispy white clouds scattered throughout. The air was warm with a slight breeze that ruffled your dress as you walked over to the gazebo where the party was being held.
The party girl in question was your cousin Alessa who was lounging on a chair by the pool which your parents opened early for the party.
It was heated anyway so it didn’t matter that it wasn’t blistering hot outside people were enjoying it regardless.
Luckily for you (and Yoongi) someone grabbed your mom’s attention and she was off before you even had a chance to say another word to her.
“We could leave right now and no one would know,” Yoongi mutters in your ear as you shake your head and head over to Alessa.
“Hey!” You greet her as you take in her appearance. She is wearing a flowy red dress and her hands are wrapped around her stomach instinctively, her husband Jonathan waves from the pool where he is teaching their four-year-old daughter how to swim.
“Hi! Oh, I’m so sorry I seriously can’t get up right now your mom had me greeting like fifty different people and I’m exhausted.” She tells you as she swings her legs over the side of the lounge chair to side sideways and you wrap her in a hug.
Your cousin Alessa is three years older than you and absolutely glowing. Her first pregnancy was rough on her so when she announced she was pregnant again the family worried about her. Luckily this time around she seemed to have a much easier time and you were happy about that.
Yoongi shot her a small wave as you dug through your purse to pull out the card you got her. She beamed when you handed it over and patted the seat beside her so you could sit down.
Yoongi took the small folding chair next to her and the three of you chatted.
Party music filled the air and the atmosphere was warm and welcoming. You took your time catching up with your favorite cousin as Yoongi listened on nodding occasionally.
Jonathan got out of the pool with Millie on his shoulders and plopped her down right next to her mom. Alessa laughed when Millie climbed on her lap and got her dress soaked with pool water, you scooted over to give the four-year-old some room
“Yoongi good to see you, man.” Jonathan greeted as he patted Yoongi’s back.
“So your mom said this was going to be a small party?” Jonathan said with a grin as his arm swept the area to show how many people turned up.
“I don’t know if they even know it’s for me!” Alessa said with a laugh.
“I don’t mind though good food and good company. I don’t want to be the center of attention anyway. Remember your high school graduation?” She teases as you cover your face with your hands and groan.
Your mom made you wear a bright pink sash that said High School Grad on it and paraded you around the whole party. You were so embarrassed.
“Don’t remind me!” You groaned as Yoongi laughed.
Her ears must have been ringing because suddenly your mom appeared at Jonathan’s side holding a platter of watermelon. She put it down in front of Alessa and smiled at your small group.
“There’s tons of food inside if anyone wants any. Yoongi made a beautiful meat and cheese tray.” Your mom gushes as you fight the urge to once again roll your eyes.
“Actually Y/N made that. I was working late last night so didn’t have a chance to help.” He corrects as you look up at him with a small smile on your face.
“Yoongi you work too hard! Always these late nights! Make sure you take care of yourself too. Don’t want to overwork.” Your mom comments as you reach for a piece of watermelon ignoring the way she didn’t say anything about you making the tray.
It doesn’t matter anyway, you stopped trying to get recognition from her years ago.
“And how’s the baby?” Your mom asks turning to Alessa who is sipping a drink and jostling Millie in her arms to get her more comfortable.
“Good! Kicking a lot today but I think it’s just because of the food. I ate that spicy nacho dip.” She says patting her swollen belly.
“Ah yes, when I was pregnant the first time I craved all spicy food all the time. Her brother was a menace with the kicks.” Your mom responds with a teasing smile as she shoots you a look you know all too well.
You brace yourself knowing the words that will come out of her mouth next
The question she has been asking ever since you brought Yoongi home for the first time.
“So Y/N when are you giving me grandbabies?” She asks turning to face you and staring between you and Yoongi.
Poor Yoongi had never experienced her questioning firsthand and nearly choked on his drink at her words.
You sighed.
“Mom I told you we aren’t ready yet.” You say as you reach for another piece of watermelon hoping she will drop the subject.
“Yes, but honey your father and I aren’t getting younger you know. We want to be grandparents before we pass away!” She says loudly drawing the attention of the crowds standing close by.
Shit.
“I know Mom just not right now okay? I promise you will have grandkids…someday.” You say keeping your answer vague.
“Come on you would look adorable pregnant and we could go shopping and pick out clothes oh! It would be so fun to be a grandmother!” Your mom continues to gush oblivious to your embarrassment and the way Yoongi’s cheeks are stained bright pink and how he won’t stop staring at the floor as if it is the most interesting thing in the world.
“Mom stop! You’re embarrassing Yoongi and I.” You respond trying to cut off her tangent.
“Think of all the money you will save!” Your mom continued, not bothering to listen to what you were saying.
Embarrassment floods your veins as you are stuck in your spot next to your cousin who looks just as horrified as you feel waiting for your mom to stop talking so loud and attracting so much attention.
“Mom stop! Kids are expensive we won’t be saving money.” You hiss standing up trying to get her to stop talking.
Your eyes flick to Yoongi who looks mortified.
“Well yes, but you will be saving money. Protection is so expensive nowadays not having to buy condoms anymore will save you so much money! Plus it will give me grandbabies.” She coos.
You stare at Yoongi in shock as he closes his eyes and buries his hands over his face. You close your eyes and try to think of a way to tell your mom to shut the hell up without sounding so rude.
Your saving grace comes in the form of your father who enters the scene and whispers something in your mom’s ear shutting her up instantly.
“Oh, my friend Melanie is here! Oh, I must go say hi I haven’t seen her in over two months!” She exclaims as she quickly turns and hurries to the front door to greet her friend.
You are still frozen in shock not daring to look around at the group of people who you feel are staring you down.
“Um wow,” Alessa says breaking the uncomfortable silence as you finally lift your head to see everyone has pretty much moved on and is talking amongst themselves again.
You stare at Yoongi who is a brilliant shade of red and still staring at the floor.
“I have no words. Please tell me that didn’t actually happen. My mom told me not to use protection in front of a crowd.” You whine out as Alessa rubs your back.
“I am so sorry but it did happen. And it was wild.” Jonathan says as you look at Yoongi who is still not saying anything but is squirming in his seat.
“Yoongs you okay?” You ask as he slowly sips his drink and nods at you, still looking super uncomfortable.
Millie decides to wake up at that moment and wants to play so Jonathan takes her out to the grass beyond the patio and pool where lawn games are set up.
Another cousin shows up and the conversation switches to girl talk as you try to push down your embarrassment from earlier.
After five minutes Yoongi stands and squeezes your shoulder telling you he is going to use the washroom and will be right back.
You stand to give him a peck on the cheek as you sit back down to continue your chat, slowly sipping your drink and people-watching.
You get so lost in the conversation you hardly notice Yoongi isn’t back yet but when Jonathan comes back with Millie you look around to realize Yoongi is nowhere to be seen.
“I’m gonna go inside and grab some food.” You tell your cousins as you push yourself up from the chair and walk over to the sliding door cracking it open and entering the quiet house, the noise from the party instantly muted.
You walk to the bathroom on the first floor to see it is free which means Yoongi must be using the upstairs one.
You kick off your heels as you make your way up the hardwood steps, bare feet silent on the floor.
You see the door is closed and you snicker before lightly knocking.
“Occupied!” Yoongi’s voice rings out as you smile.
“Yoongs it’s me.” You reply and you hear him rush to the door and throw it open. He grabs your arm and drags you inside the bathroom shutting the door with his foot and pinning you up against the vanity.
“Yoongi!” You exclaim as his lips find yours and he kisses you with such passion it steals your breath from your lungs.
His hands are holding your hips steady as he ruts into you, his body pushing against yours with such force the countertop bites into your skin.
“Yoongi baby. What’s going on?” You ask breathless as his lips move down to your neck and begin to suck and bite at the skin. His hands frantically rub your sides as he continues to grind his crotch into you.
“Need you. Fuck need you so bad.” He begs as he pulls the straps of your dress down to get more access to your skin and you throw your head back and moan.
His lips are hot against your skin and he is rutting into you in a way where you can feel the full length of his bulge pressing into your core. His hands grip your hips as he fucks into you with force which has your back arching and moans falling from your mouth.
You are in a lust-filled haze as Yoongi’s fingers trail up the slit in your dress, his fingers teasing the inside of your thighs you are about to open your legs and give him what he wants when you hear the sliding door open downstairs and you freeze.
Someone is in the house.
Yoongi doesn’t seem to hear it as he sucks a harsh mark on your neck and you put your hands on his chest to push him back as you hear footsteps downstairs.
“Yoongs we have to stop so-someone is in the house.” You say breathless as he finally looks up at you and you gasp.
His eyes are blown wide and so dark they are almost black. His tongue darts out to wet his swollen lips and his hair is a mess atop his head.
Yoongi lets out a whine and steps forward as you strain to hear if someone is still in the kitchen downstairs. He brings his head to your shoulder and begins to nuzzle your skin, small moans leaving his mouth.
“Yoongs baby what has gotten into you?” You ask softly petting his hair and trying to flatten it as his tongue darts out to lick at your skin.
“I got hard. So fucking hard so I came up here to see if I could make it go away and it won’t fucking go away.” He whines as he rolls his hips into yours giving you delicious friction against your core.
“And you thought furiously making out with me would make it go away?” You tease as he whines loudly against your skin and continues to rut against you desperately. His body still caging you in as he looks up at you through thick lashes and sticks his bottom lip out in a pout.
“I’m so horny and I tried everything to get it to go down but I’m so fucking hard. I didn’t jerk off because…well it’s weird to jerk off in my girlfriend’s parents’ bathroom but baby I’m so fucking horny. It won’t go away.” He whines softly still pouting as his lips come to find your neck once again and he delivers you soft kisses.
You hear the screen door close and you let out a sigh as you push him back from you once more.
“Yoongs baby what got you so horny? You fucked me last night remember?” You say blushing at the memory of you riding him and how good he felt stuffed inside of you.
“Don’t remind me, please. We want this to go away not get harder.” He begs as he buries his head into your chest and lets out a frustrated sigh.
You let out a soft laugh and rub his back affectionately.
You can still feel his cock pressing against your core and you reach a hand down between your bodies to stroke him. He closes his eyes and bites his lip to keep from moaning.
“What got you so horny Yoongs hmmm? My baby boy usually isn’t so desperate.” You say taking on the dominant role as Yoongi’s body seems to soften into yours.
Even though he likes being dominant you find he equally likes being subby and being your baby boy.
“Please don’t freak out.” He says in a small voice as you remove your hand from his cock to stroke at his hair.
The sliding door opens again downstairs and you continue to comfort him.
“Tell me, baby boy. What has my kitten all worked up?” You ask as he flutters his eyes closed and buries his face into your shoulder whining.
“Talking about you being pregnant. At first, I was horrified your mom would bring it up. But then. Thinking of you. Dripping with my seed. Pregnant with my child. All swollen and big… all because we fucked. And fucking you without a condom. God Y/N.” He whispers out as he starts to rut his hips into you again, pushing his cock into your hip and making you bite back a moan.
He ruts against you as you stroke his hair and give him soft kisses to his temple.
“I need to cum so bad, I don’t think my cock is ever going to go down.” He whimpers as he holds you steady and continues to grind against you. His greedy hands rubbing at the bare skin of your arms.
“So you have a pregnancy kink?” You question as he stills his movements to look up at you with lust-blown eyes.
“Yes? No? I don’t know I just know the thought of fucking you, filling you with my cum is making me painfully hard. Help. God, please touch me. Please do something. I can’t go back to the party like this.” He whines desperately as he captures your lips in a heated kiss.
His body is flushed against yours and his hands trail up and down your arms. You feel your core throb at his words as he continues to grind his hips into yours harder, desperate to seek some relief for his aching hard-on that is still trapped in his tight pants.
You part your legs to give him some room and he slots his bulge perfectly against your core. You let out a whine against his lips when he grinds into you frantically, practically humping your leg in the process.
“Want me to jerk you off baby boy? Make you cum around my fist?” You ask as he nods and bites his lip.
You pull away to reach between your bodies to undo the button of his jeans. When you slide the zipper down and open his pants his swollen cock quickly fills up the space and you tease the head of his cock with the tip of your finger.
“Wanna fuck you. God, please let me fuck you.” He begs out as his eyes start to water with desperate tears.
“Do you have a condom? We both aren’t ready for kids yet.” You remind him as you pull his pants down to his ankles and see his cock straining against the dark material of his tight boxers.
You let your fingers dance against his hard shaft and he whines.
“No, I forgot to replace the one in my wallet. I wanna fuck you so bad.” he almost cries.
You’ve seen Yoongi desperate before, usually when you are edging him or having him tied up but you have never seen him desperate like this.
His eyes are wide and tearful and his teeth are biting into his lip. His hands are still grabbing at your arms tightly and he looks on the verge of insanity.
“I know baby boy. I know you want to fuck me but we don’t have a condom so we can’t.”
He lets out a whine as tears slip from his eyes.
“How about I suck you off yeah? Get some of that tension out then when we get home I’ll let you fuck me however you want. With a condom on though. Okay, kitten?” You coo as he nods and you finally pull down his underwear.
What a sight his cock is.
Hard and leaking precum the head is red from the lack of attention and his shaft is twitching slightly.
He groans when you finally wrap a hand around it and you shush him with a giggle.
“You have to be a good Kitten and not make a sound okay? The whole party doesn’t need to know how desperate my baby boy is and how hard his cock is. God Yoongs your so fucking hard for me.” You whisper as you circle his cock and he buries his face on your shoulder to muffle his noises.
You jerk him slowly focusing on the head of his cock as Yoongi moans and whines into your shoulder. He is steadily leaking pre cum and you can feel how pent up he is by how his cock is throbbing in your hand.
“You have to be good now and don’t make noise. I’m gonna suck you off okay kitten. Be good for me yeah?” You ask as Yoongi nods and you sink to the floor sucking at the tip and making his eyes roll in the back of his head and his hips shoot forward.
You jerk his cock in tandem with your mouth and Yoongi is doing everything in his power to stay quiet. Your mouth feels so good against his aching shaft and he can’t help but curl his toes against the tile floor when you take him deep.
Your nose presses against his pubes and he lets a filthy moan slip from his lips. You pull back immediately and look up at him, stilling your movements and driving him to insanity.
“Please don’t stop, please. Y/N I’m so hard it hurts I need to cum please.” He begs out as tears slip down his cheeks.
You lap at the tip of his cock again making him shove his fist in his mouth to keep from screaming. His hands come to tangle in your hair as he forces himself to breathe through his nose and not wildly fuck your throat.
Your hand leaves his shaft to play with his balls which are swollen and begging to be touched. Your hand comes up to fondle them and Yoongi throws his head back as a stifled moan leaves his mouth.
You can feel your own arousal slick on your thighs as you watch Yoongi inch toward orgasm as you work him harder.
You grin against his cock and wrap your fingers around his shaft again. You deep-throat him down and Yoongi lets out a choked moan as he shoves his fingers in his mouth.
“Tell me Yoongs what do you want baby boy?” You ask pulling off from him and resting your head on his shaky thigh.
“Wanna fuck your throat. Please Y/N, please. I’m so close. It hurts. Please I wanna cum” He begs as you obey and suck him back into your mouth and keep your head steady.
His hands come to brace your head and he begins to fuck into your mouth. Softly at first to get you used to the feeling and then he starts to pick up the pace.
He fucks into your mouth harshly as his hands grasp at your hair making your scalp sting. He is trying his best to stay quiet above you as you open your throat wider and tears cloud your vision as he chokes you with his cock.
“Please Y/N, please. I’m gonna cum. Please let me cum. Ohmygod please.” he cries out as he continues to harshly fuck your mouth and you open it wider.
He wails and cums down your throat as you swallow all he gives you.
You keep your nose pressed against his pubes as you swallow him down and soak in the noises he is making above you, somewhere between a groan and a sob as he slows his thrusts.
You take your time pulling off his softening cock and you lick his cockhead clean before standing up on shaky legs to stare at Yoongi.
His hair is a sweaty mess and his eyes are still blown wide. His lips are bruised from all the biting and he looks blissfully fucked out.
“Thank you thank you thank you.” He praises you as he brings his hands up to cup your cheeks and kisses you softly. You can feel the relief radiating off of him.
“Feel better Kitten?” You mutter against his lips as he pulls back and nods suddenly looking shy.
“You are so good to me. God how did I get so lucky.” He praises you as he strokes your hair and continues to pepper kisses on your lips and cheeks.
“I’m the lucky one Yoongs.” You respond as he pulls away and fixes his wild hair.
Your arousal is leaking down your thighs and you grimace when you feel it.
“What’s wrong baby?” He asks as you reach for some toilet paper to get yourself cleaned up.
“Seeing you like that got me all wet. Just gotta get cleaned up kitten.” You say slowly cleaning between your legs.
“I can take care of that you know.” He reminds you with a smirk as you softly smile at him.
“I know you can Kitten but we have been gone from the party long enough because my baby boy was a needy little thing and needed to fuck my throat to feel better.” You remind him as he buries his face in your neck and whines.
“Don’t. Y/N please dont we just got my cock to soften.” He begs as you let out a small chuckle.
“Sorry, Yoongi. I’ll save it for later. Now come on we gotta go back or people will get suspicious.” You say grabbing his hand and exiting the bathroom.
“We could just leave… you know. Take care of things now?” He teases you with a lift of an eyebrow and wink as you smack his arm softly and lead your boy back out to the sunshine and the party.
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Call Me Crazy...
Rating: T
Word Count:11.8k
Warning(s): anxiety/anxious thoughts, near panic attacks, injury, but also beware the fluff for it is potent
Summary: When Y/N gets her hands on the newest Samsung phone, she thinks at most she’ll get a little clout with her friends and fewer dropped calls. A direct portal to BTS? Not so much.
Genre(s): Strangers to Friends to Lovers| Crack Treated Seriously| Fluff| Comedy| Romance| Magical Realism
Tags: bts x reader | ot7 x reader | poly| FM!POC!reader
Ch.3: Don’t Hold Your Breath for a Break
A/N: Hiiii, sorry I’ve been away for so long. 🥺 Life has been pretty stressful. But, I’m back now, new chapter, whoo! I have had this on my mind for a while now, and finally got the chance to incorporate it into this chapter~ I really do hope you enjoy the arrival of the next BTS member to show up, whose dynamics with Y/N are already among my favorites. Also, always feel free to chat with me about this fic if you’d like, I don’t bite and thrive on the engagement! 🤗 I wanna know if anyone wants to guess what is going on or has figured it out yet. This chapter is especially dedicated to the blog who had a super easy tutorial on how to keep your formatting from google docs to tumblr!! Saved me a lot of time. Hehe *PLEASE do not ask about the taglist in this story’s comments*
In the days that followed, Y/N completely fell down a rabbit hole. It felt prudent to look more into BTS, or more specifically, Park Jimin. From a strictly legal perspective and nothing more.
After all, she was sure his attorneys would be sending a court summons any day now just as soon as they managed to find out her identity and track her down. It was something she lived in fear of.
Binna was none-the-wiser that the reason she suddenly seemed so attentive about the band’s recent lives was because she wanted to know if they’d mentioned anything. Any clues that would tell Y/N when her days as a free person were coming to an end.
Honestly, she hadn’t found much. Nothing that would be helpful in allowing her to participate in her own legal defense. Speaking of that, could she even afford an attorney that would be able to stand up against Park Jimin’s? She was sure a global superstar would have the best in the country.
Y/N listlessly scrolled through yet more photos of Jimin—looking for hidden meanings in the recent videos the group had posted was starting to make her feel like she was overreacting at best and paranoid at worst.
There were pictures of him with a variety of hair colors and outfits, taken over time, and he was flawless in all of them. Even ones she came across where he wasn’t glammed out in full makeup made it obvious he was just one of the lucky ones, naturally born attractive.
“How many wardrobe malfunctions can one person have throughout their career?” Y/N found herself muttering, spying yet another photo where Jimin’s fancy jacket was sliding down his arm. “Is he allergic to keeping his shirt on his shoulders?”
Though, given how many fan compilations existed that compiled every single moment where Jimin’s shirt or jacket hadn’t quite managed to stay all the way on, it didn’t seem like there were many complaints. Army was swooning and swooning hard if anything.
But really, being sued within an inch of her life wasn’t even the worst part about it all. If someone saw the “notes” section of her phone, they’d have her committed first, and ask questions later. She’d have her committed, under normal circumstances.
Because what she had experienced not once, but twice? It went against everything she stood for. Logical, grounded, a firm believer in science and fact. Facts didn’t support phenomena like getting sucked through a mirror and ending up in an idol’s dance studio.
Facts didn’t support seeing the face of another idol—because she now knew the reason the man in the mirror looked vaguely familiar was because he was another BTS member, Seokjin—instead of her own reflection when she went to brush her teeth. It just…didn’t make sense.
Science couldn’t support it. It was nuts. Yet it happened to her. And that was the only reason she believed it. Too bad no one else would. Or worse, if and when Jimin announced he’d be pressing charges for assault, and she had confessed beforehand to someone…it would probably be taken as evidence the attack was premeditated.
Sure, they’d have to prove how she got in. But…but still! She couldn’t risk it. Wouldn’t. Which meant her phone was her only safe secret-keeper. They were co-conspirators in it all.
Speaking of the damned cursed thing… trying to outright return it hadn’t worked, even though she had the receipt and everything! She still remembered the bizarre events that day.
Y/N was almost out of breath by the time she entered the phone store, embarrassingly worked up in front of the few strangers milling around inside. She got a few curious, side-long glances, and then they went back to perusing the inventory.
“Welcome!” Called an employee already speaking to other customers. “Someone will assist you shortly.”
Y/N gave a short, affirmative nod, trying not to come off anxious as she glanced around. Everything looked…the same as the night she had bought the phone. Shiny new models on display, the monitor above their heads playing a loop of advertisements for different Samsung products, and everything neatly put away and organized. Absently, she began to think over the store’s layout, and the fact that it could have a strong subconscious effect on the consumer. Organization of inventory could actually play a role in whether or not someone wanted to buy something.
But, putting that aside, the store didn’t look like the kind of place that would sell someone a phone that would ruin their life. Looks could be deceiving, though. Who knew what was actually afoot?
“Oh, can I help you, miss?” A middle-aged woman wearing the store’s polo top came over with a tag that said her name was Hayoung asked in an attentive tone.
Y/N was quick to nod. “I’m here to make a return, actually. I bought a phone from your store not long ago.”
“Was the item not to your liking?” Hayoung asked, guiding her over to an available station.
The university student glanced down at the phone in question, which she’d placed back in the original purchase box. “You could…say that.” She mumbled. “I’ve thought about it, and I really don’t need anything even half this fancy.” Telling the woman she thought the phone might have it in for her was out of the question. “So I’d like to exchange it for something simpler.”
Hayoung dutifully accepted the box, scanning the barcode and then lifting up the lid. Y/N had anticipated a smooth return in which she’d flash her receipt, maybe some ID, and have the exchange completed in no time. But when Hayoung’s brow furrowed, she knew she wouldn’t like whatever the saleswoman was going to say.
“Is…is something wrong?”
“Well,” she paused, “Are you sure you purchased your phone here? From this store? I know we’ve had models similar to this in stock before, but this one’s just not ringing up.”
“Really?” Y/N shook her head, rummaging around in her purse. “I don’t see how that could be. I have the receipt if that helps…”
She then proceeded to go through her small purse, searching the exact spot she knew she had folded and placed the receipt. “Um, hold on a minute please,” Hayoung waited expectantly as Y/N kept looking, growing increasingly more frustrated as she turned the contents of her purse inside out hunting for the receipt.
No, no way was she ever that careless. She had made sure she put it into her purse before leaving the apartment, and she didn’t exactly care that much in it to begin with! It was all zipped up tight, so how could it have fallen out?!
It took several more long, awkward moments of searching futilely in vein for her to realize it was true. The receipt was no where to be found. Trying to fight down the flush of defeat crossing her cheeks, Y/N cleared her throat, speaking diplomatically, “I’m sorry, I don’t seem to have my receipt on hand after all. I guess I’ll just…try to search it out and return when I do.”
“Oh, there’s no need. Our system can search for and find the purchase if you happen to have the card on hand.”
Y/N wanted to slump over in defeat, “Actually my friend bought it…”
“Oh,” Hayoung tilted her head, “Do you happen to know the account number used?”
Y/N mentally wondered if Binna was free. She shouldn’t be in class right now, right? So it would be okay to quickly give her a call and get this sorted out. She had to leave the store without this phone. That was a must!
“H-Hold on please!” It was a little embarrassing, snatching the phone she had been trying to return from its box and powering it on. In anticipation of making the return, Y/N had thought to wipe it and remove the SIM card chip, but then recalled hearing it was best to do that at the store when the transaction was complete, in case there was something forgotten on the phone that still needed to be retrieved.
Hastily scrolling down the admittedly short contacts’ list, Y/N located Binna’s number and pressed the button to dial. The phone rang three times, and she anxiously tapped her foot as she waited to see if her friend would pick up. ‘Please, Bin. Come on. Please.’
Of course, as it always was when she needed something to work out, it didn’t quite go smoothly. Binna hadn’t picked up, and she had ended up ending the call right before it switched to voice mail. Typing out a text message asking for the information she needed, Y/N had glared spitefully down at the phone.
“Do you recall the name of the clerk who sold you the phone?” Hayoung asked gently.
Y/N thought it over, the sales associate’s face floating to mind. “Yes, his name was Suk-kyu.”
“Hmm, that name doesn’t sound familiar.” Hayoung shook her head. “I’ve been employed here three years and never heard anyone go by that name,”
It was unlike her, but Y/N felt she was entitled to a bit of out of character behavior when her jaw actually dropped. “You’re kidding…”
But, Hayoung assured her, she was not. She didn’t think they had ever carried the exclusive Army Edition of the phone. She didn’t know who Suk-kyu was, and Y/N couldn’t find her receipt, the only bit of evidence that might have been able to successfully lift the burden of the phone from her person. She had left the store, apologizing for wasting the patient woman’s time, and feeling like she was at least partially going crazy.
Needless to say, Y/N had been…anxious about the phone since then. A bit scared, even. A fear she had no choice but to shoulder in silence for the time being. There wasn’t much she could do but continue searching high and low for the receipt and hope it turned up soon.
In the meantime, she didn’t let on that anything was wrong, using the phone like before, though limiting that to when it was really necessary. No more playing around with it or downloading apps. Nope, she didn’t want to risk getting too attached to the thing.
The only thing she did besides make calls was research. Things she never would have thought about looking up before. Like, unexplained phenomena with electronics, most of which led to completely wild conspiracy theories or dead ends.
Y/N had been so engrossed in breaking her brain over what to do, she jumped when the apartment door swung open, turning around on the coach to see Binna march in, a few grocery bags in her hands. Keys in her mouth, she gently kicked the door closed, humming to herself until she happened to look up and spot Y/N.
“Oh!” Binna hustled into the small kitchen to set her bags down, then her keys. “Y/N, didn’t expect to see you here right now. You’ve got class today, right?”
“It was canceled…” she sighed, sliding down the couch cushions and placing her phone on the coffee table. “The professor’s out sick with the flu.”
Binna winced in sympathy. “Yikes, poor guy…”
“Yeah,” Y/N took great care not to get sick, so she hadn’t so much as had a cold in years, but she still remembered times when she was a child in bed with chills, body aches and a fever. Once she had even had pneumonia, her mother forced to call out from work and nurse her back to health. “He just wanted us to go over the assignment we’ve been working on since the start of the semester. You know, take this as independent study time basically. But…”
“Buuut, knowing you,” Binna smiled, “You’ve already taken the initiative and gotten a head start a long time ago, so you’re ahead of everyone else.”
“Done, actually,” Y/N confirmed, not afraid to admit to her efficiency.
Her roommate made a noise of encouragement as she began to put the groceries away. It didn’t look like much. A loaf of bread, some bottles of sauce they’d been running low on, some eggs and a carton of milk.
“That’s great, since it actually kind of works out. Chin-Mae and Min Su invited me to check out this new steak house that just opened up. I heard reservations are booked out for weeks already, but thanks to Min Su’s connections, we can go this evening. What do you say?” Binna wiggled her eyebrows, trying to entice Y/N.
“Alright, I’m in,” she agreed.
“Because I’m sure they won’t mind adding just one more to our party, especially if that person is you…” Binna continued to ramble.
“Bin, did you hear me?” Y/N clucked, pinching the bridge of her nose. “I said I’m in.”
Eyes round as the eggs she had put away, Binna blinked, nodded, and finally broke out into an ear to ear grin. “Oh, wow, that’s new. I m-mean not that it isn’t great you wanna join us, but…”
“What?” Y/N felt a little defensiveness creeping up on her, and she probably didn’t do the best job completely hiding it from her tone. “You made the invite, and you said Min Su and Chin-Mae would be fine with it. Did you not…really want me to come along?”
They thought she would kill the mood, the nasty little whisper entered her head unbidden. They thought she was so stuffy and boring.
“What, Y/N, no!” Binna immediately denied, “I’m really glad you can make it,” she shot over to the couch, wrapping her arms around her friend’s neck from behind as she bent over for the hug. “It’s true you normally put up a little more resistance when we ask you to come somewhere. You stay so busy, so I was a little surprised is all. But I’m glad you’re agreeing.”
Y/N’s tense shoulders relaxed, and she mentally sighed to herself, feeling silly. Of course, of course her friends wanted her there. And this was Binna, who struggled to have a bad thought about anybody. Secretly resentful definitely wasn’t her style.
But with the stress she had been under, and the dread she’d done her best not to give into, Y/N could admit her nerves had been on edge. “Yeah, sorry about that…” she laughed weakly, reaching up and patting one of the arms looped around her neck. “I don’t know where that came from, but I’m happy to eat a little steak if Min Su’s recommending it.” The man had the best luck finding good places to eat, or stores that sold exactly what you were looking for but probably overlooked.
“Good girl,” Binna uncoiled her arms and leaned back against the couch itself. “That’s the spirit. And hey, I heard from some of the girls in the campus’ BTS fan club that one of the guys on campus might be related to one of the waiters who might have catered the food on the set of a music video for Taehyung!”
She said it in a breathy squeal, and Y/N couldn’t help but smile indulgently. She was almost sure she knew which one Taehyung was, but she still wouldn’t put money on it. It might just as soon be someone else. Maybe Namjoon?
She’d gotten more familiar with their names but as most of her time perusing videos and photos had been spent investigating Jimin, she wasn’t entirely sure on the others’ faces. Well, besides Jin and J-Hope.
“Nice,” she said, letting Binna get all her gushing out as she texted Chin-Mae just to make sure it really was okay if she tagged along. Stupid to be anxious about feeling unsure if everyone really wanted her to come, but better to be safe than sorry.
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She was impressed the minute they walked through the door. Min Su stopped trying to sneak an arm around Chin-Mae’s waist and immediately went over to talk to the maître d. The two men spoke cordially, the head waiter confirmed their reservation, and then they were led to their table with a flourish.
Binna was practically bouncing on her heels, squealing under her breath. “Can you believe this place?” she whispered excitedly, “I feel like a movie star, coming here.”
The restaurant was definitely lavish, so she understood where her friend was coming from. The tables were polished stained oak, and lit by a candle to provide ambiance, and the floors were a gorgeous brown tile that Y/N suspected to be marble.
The restaurant was done in a mixture of black, gold with high beam wood ceilings and low atmospheric lighting. They walked past a bar, long and oval, with shimmering glasses the team of bartender would pull down as they did impressive tricks to wow the gathered guests.
“It’s one of the hottest spots in Gangnam right now,” Chin-Mae commented as they sat down. The table comfortably fit the four of them, and everyone got settled as a young woman hurried over, handing them menus and introducing herself.
“This is so cool,” Binna exclaimed, still wiggling in place. She shook Y/N’s arm. She was all done up with some icy blue eye shadow that matched her aqua dress, and a more subtle plum shade of lipstick.
Her hair was secured in a complicated twist by a pin she recognized from the last time they had gone shopping together. Y/N adjusted the shawl draped over her shoulders, pulling down her own strapless dress. Binna had helped her pick accessories, which were mostly shades of amber or gold, and apply some light makeup.
Y/N chuckled, nodding as she scanned the menu, trying her best to ignore the listed prices. She had come fully prepared to pay her own way, but Min Su insisted the meal was going to be on him. It must have been nice.
The perks of being from an affluent family, she supposed. The guy was already well on his way to being a successful lawyer, following the family tradition. He had moved all the way from his hometown in China to come and work on his master’s degree at one of the top universities in Korea, just for a change of pace. “Thanks again for letting us crash your date night, guys.” Binna beamed.
“Please,” Chin-Mae scoffed lightly, not looking up from his menu. “What was I supposed to do all evening? Talk to him?”
Min Su pouted, but it didn’t diminish the fond glow in his eyes as he leaned over his boyfriend’s shoulder and whispered something in his ear that gave Chin-Mae pause.
Their friend cut a sharp look at his partner, smacking his thigh and then proceeding to ignore the man who was happily leaning into him and commenting on the menu. Yeah, nothing new there. Min Su was totally gone on Chin-Mae, as always.
There was nothing about Chin-Mae’s bluntness or dismissive attitude in public that ever put him off. If anything, the mean behavior only served to make Min Su try harder. Though, she and Binna both knew Chin-Mae wouldn’t be with someone this long if he wasn’t just as serious about them.
He was just a straight shooter, raised in a family that wasn’t completely accepting of who he was, and unfortunately awkward and out of his depth about how to handle someone as affectionate and doting as the man he happened to fall in love with.
They were well suited in that regard. Min Su was patient and persistent enough to shower Chin-Mae in all the attention he needed to overcome the lingering doubts about being worthy of such deep love and devotion.
Y/N was perfectly fine, pursuing the path she was. Career goals first, everything else second. But sometimes, watching them, a little envy did ignite.
It must have been nice to find something like that, and she was truly happy for them. It didn’t seem likely she’d have time in the near future to go out and chase it for herself, of course. And she wasn’t really worried about it.
“So, what’ll it be for you guys?” Y/N cleared her throat, interrupting the warm and cozy silence they’d all been existing in.
“Ohh, I think I’m gonna have the smoked chicken and spinach salad, and a side of the fried mushrooms,” Binna announced, tongue poking out in concentration as her finger followed where the items she wanted were on the menu.
“You’re going so easy on him.” Chin-Mae remarked. “I’m getting the iron skillet trout,” he squinted, leaning further into the menu. Min Su only smiled, plucking the reading glasses from Chin Mae’s breast pocket that he had forgotten to put on and placing them on his face for him.
The absent-minded pat he got on the hand for it made the law student’s whole face light up. “And the chicken fried steak. That okay, babe?” He might not have looked it, exactly, but Chin-Mae had a healthy appetite. And if they were coming to such an exclusive restaurant for the first time, it wasn’t surprising he wouldn’t be keen to hold back.
Min Su was nodding encouragingly before Chin-Mae had even fully gotten the question out of his mouth. “And what about you, Y/N?”
She clammed up slightly, having been looking at the menu, mentally ruling out what seemed too expensive, or wasn’t quite her taste. “Uh, the pot roast sounds like a filling entree.”
“And?” Chin-Mae prodded, interlocking his hands together and leaning on them.
“And nothing,” Y/N shook her head. “It comes with two sides, that’s more than enough.”
“Boo,” Her friend hissed dramatically. “Fine. If neither one of you is going to take advantage of this, then I guess it’s up to me.”
Their waitress returned with a tray of drinks at precisely that moment, and as she set them down in front of the correct person, everyone began telling her their orders, which she jotted down without missing a beat.
Only Min Su had actually ordered any steak, but, given the price of a 24 oz there was just no way she felt comfortable doing that to the poor guy, even if he was a good sport about it and more than capable of handling a large bill.
As they sat, sipping their champagne and waiting on the food, something Y/N had been putting off thinking about started floating through her mind. Ever since the whole Jimin fiasco, despite her deep diving and frantic searching, nothing had turned up that indicated anyone was coming after her.
But she just wasn’t willing to believe she’d gotten away that easily. She almost killed a celebrity. And, due to that, she’d really wanted to seek legal advice from Min Su, under the guise of some far-fetched hypothetical, of course. Her friends weren’t onto her, and she couldn’t give them a reason to be.
She just had to find a way to casually broach the topic…
“Oh,” Binna gasped from her side, drawing the whole table’s attention to herself. She was carefully scrolling her phone with a freshly manicured nail, scowling slightly. It was so rare that Binna displayed any actual disdain, it had Y/N a bit curious.
“What’s wrong, Bin?”
“It’s nothing,” she replied immediately, then paused. “Well it’s not nothing but, it’s just…I really wished we lived in a world that respected idols as people, you know? Some people call themselves fans and act like famous people aren’t allowed to have any boundaries.” She then went on to describe how there’d been another sasaeng incident reported on a news site she followed to keep up with celebrity gossip.
Apparently, it was a pretty serious one, and crazed ‘fans’ had attacked an actress a well-known idol was reported to be dating. Her bodyguard had fended them off, but the actress still went to the hospital with some injuries.
Y/N perked up slightly, but Min Su and Chin-Mae were thankfully too engrossed in listening to Binna rant to notice. It would be much easier to bring up her question using the information Binna had just provided them as a pretext.
It was about time she had a stroke of good luck. Stopping to think it over, Y/N cringed. Not that she wasn’t sympathetic to the poor woman who had been harmed because of someone’s delusions. But it just…presented an opportunity she had to take, and….
‘Oh, why am I trying to rationalize it to myself?! I should just ask the question before the subject changes.’
That decided, she opened her mouth and spoke, doing her best to make it seem as casual as possible. “So Min Su, you’re practically a lawyer. What kind of charges could that person face? Attacking a celebrity and inflicting bodily harm isn’t the same as harassing them for a photo.”
Y/N silently patted herself on the back, sitting from her glass with an expression carefully schooled to look only mildly interested. Inside was another matter. She was rocking back in forth, heart hammering and eyes wide, waiting for an answer with baited breath.
“Hmm, well, I’ve mostly studied corporate law.” He admitted, playing with a ring on his index finger, “But I do know that given the severity, it’s likely both the actress and the company she’s represented under will press charges. Things are also moving faster these days, prosecuting people who do things like that.”
Y/N swallowed, eyes fixated on Min Su’s thoughtful expression. “There were also witnesses, so it’s very likely to result in a conviction.” Yes, there had been a witness in her case too. Well, J-Hope had only seen her fleetingly. Maybe. Hopefully not. But if she was on any camera then…it was most definitely over for her.
“The court could go light on them if it was a first offense…they might be sentenced to a large fine and community service…” Okay, Y/N thought. It would probably drain her savings, but it was still possible to bounce back and have a future, right? She could still put it in the past and become a CEO one day, right?! “Then again, it was a premeditated attack. Jail time is also a strong possibility.”
Her heart sank back down to her feet. Jail. What successful CEO in Korea had been to jail before graduating, and for assaulting an idol no less.
‘I. Am. Done.’
“What’s the matter, Y/N?” Binna giggled, “You look like you smelled a rotten egg. But I guess hearing about how far some crazy people will go is pretty disgusting, isn’t it? I don’t think I’ll have much sympathy for them, whatever happens.”
“…Yeah…” Y/N said once her words came unstuck. That was another thing. Her sweet friend was going to think she was a criminal. She had known Binna since high school, having shared a homeroom class with her. They were vague acquaintances then, friendly enough to speak from time to time but by no means close enough to hang out between classes or after school.
In fact, admittedly, Y/N used to wonder if Binna’s perky personality was just an act. It had to be, in her cynical rationalizing, because who was really that upbeat, in high school?
Later on, she would realize she was just projecting, and once she stopped doing that was when she truly came to appreciate Binna for all that she was, steadfast and supportive. Although they didn’t become close, didn’t become friends, until meeting at orientation when arriving at Korea University.
“They knew the consequences before they did it.” Chin-Mae joined in, swishing the last of his champagne around before drinking it down. “It’s stupid to think your life won’t be impacted when you run wild like that.”
Except, Y/N wanted to wail. She hadn’t known. She wasn’t a sasaeng, and she knew she had assaulted someone but at the same time she hadn’t really done anything wrong. Except maybe buy a cursed magical phone, that somehow was behind all this.
…Yeah, she’d just keep that thought to herself.
“Well,” Y/N smiled, “Thanks for giving your input.” She told Min Su, who nodded, humming with a cheerful ‘no problem’.
A cartoony chime went off, and Binna groaned as she stared down at her phone, “Nooo,” she sighed, sounding truly remorseful. “Right now?”
“What’s happening?” Chin-Mae raised a brow.
“Jimin is going live!” She whined, “And normally I’d watch but I’m having such a great time with all of you, and I don’t want to be rude…”
“It’s fine, go ahead.” Y/N said, forcing a smile. “We know how addicted to that stuff you are.” Really, she wanted the floor to swallow her into the abyss. She knew the minute she heard that sound what was going on. If her phone had been turned on, they would have heard the same noise coming from her purse too.
She had made an account on several apps BTS often broadcasted their lives to, and set an alert for just that occasion. There were a couple of false alarms she hadn’t tuned into once she saw they weren’t from the person she was basically stalking at this point. But this was it. The big moment.
He hadn’t done a solo live since the accident…but Binna said his members had mentioned that he had a small accident while practicing and was recovering well.
All of Army was behind him, sending him tons of well wishes from all over the world. It was sweet, but she wondered how fast they would turn if they knew she was behind their beloved idol’s injuries.
“Yeah, what Y/N said,” Chin-Mae rolled his eyes. “Check on your man,” he joked.
Binna giggled, flashing them a cute heart. “He’s not my man,” she replied playfully, “I’d have to get in line for that. Plus, I’m really more of an OT7, you know? It’s really hard to stick with one bias.”
Nonetheless, when she began to watch, since Y/N couldn’t exactly whip out her phone and do the same without raising suspicion, she subtly leaned closer to at least listen.
Of course, Binna was always more astute than she let on. “Oh, did you wanna see too?” She angled the screen so they could both see before Y/N even had the chance to protest.
And the live was just starting, the exact same idol she had seen what felt like a lifetime ago was sitting in a room by himself. It looked like he was on a couch, legs crossed, looking small in his soft oversized sweater and giving the camera a cute wave. “Hi, everyone,” his sweet voice said. “Thank you for waiting on me!”
Gushing comments poured in, cheering him and welcoming him back, asking him what he’d been up to, and telling him he looked good. Jimin tilted his head, a coy, secretive smile appearing on his shiny lips. Y/N couldn’t tell if he was wearing gloss or if they always looked like that.
She had been a bit too preoccupied the one and only time she had the opportunity to see them in person. He had dyed his hair a different color, though. It was now a shade of strawberry blonde that complimented his angelic features well.
“Well, I haven’t been up to much. Just resting, really.” he explained. “Even on days when I felt better and tried to join practices, the members just shooed me away.” He laughed. “Oh, but look at this!” He reached down, his head dipping out of screen for a minute, popping up seconds later holding a little pot. “Taehyung got me this ‘get well’ plant!” He showed them a cute little sapling.
Binna cooed, Y/N glancing at her then refocusing on his words. Who knew when a hidden meaning would pop up.
“I don’t know how well I’ll be able to take care of it; I’m not sure if I have a green thumb. But I’ll try my best!”
Comments came pouring in again, people saying he was going to enter his plant dad era, because collecting succulents could be addicting.
Other people gushed at the sweetness of the VMin friendship, whatever that was, and yet more people reminded Jimin that he looked really good. Yet one comment in particular seemed to catch his eye, and he squinted, seemingly intrigued.
“Hmm? You wish you were a plant so I could take care of you?” He repeated. “You don’t have to be a plant for me to want to take care of you.” The statement was very matter-of-fact, “You’re Army. I’ll always watch over Army.”
Binna sounded like she released a tiny sniffle. “Is he not just the sweetest?” She asked, nudging Y/N a bit. “Since you’re new to BTS, have you chosen a bias yet?”
Y/N wished she could tell her the real reason behind her sudden interest, but that was kind of out of the question. “No, not yet…”
“Y/N’s a BTS fan now?” Chin-Mae asked, “Since when?”
“Pretty recent.” Binna replied.
Y/N was only half listening to her friends, mostly focusing on Jimin’s chatter. Someone was still insisting they wanted to be his plant, and he looked nothing short of amused.
“Okay, if you insist. Should I start a garden then?” He asked his fans. Y/N watched, stunned, as his bright eyes narrowed into a practiced and very effective smolder. She had seen it in pictures before, but in real time it was really something else, “It’ll be full of so many pretty flowers, and you’ll all bloom just for me, right?” The heady purr of his words sent a shocked shiver right down her spine.
Binna swooned, while Y/N felt her breath hitch. ‘What… the…hell…was that?!’ A flirty throwaway line like that had never had that effect on her before.
But then, thinking back, he had flirted with her in the dance studio too. She’d just been too worried to pay attention. Clearly, the man was an old hand at the art of duality, going from wholesome to heathen in five seconds flat. That was…dangerous.
Binna seemed to already know how she felt, leaning into her with a sigh. “That, Y/N, is what happens when Jimin turns from angel to demon.” Her friend explained. “I’d say you’ll get used to it, but odds are you probably won’t.”
Jimin then went back to amicably speaking to everyone, as if he hadn’t just teased fans within an inch of their lives. The conversation moved on, and he was speaking about upcoming projects he was excited about or a funny habit that he had noticed in his band member. All normal, non-threatening stuff. Y/N was almost thinking she could relax. Almost.
“What? You want to tell me a secret?” Jimin was reading another comment. “Okay, I’m listening…”
Y/N quirked a brow at the comment. “Sometimes I dream about you.” it read.
The idol grinned, replying casually. “Sometimes I miss Army so much I end up thinking about all of you in the middle of the day.” Y/N’s blood ran cold as he looked intensely at the screen. “It’s almost like you’re there…”
That was it. The sign she was waiting for! He was talking to her.
“I…” Y/N stumbled to her feet, startling Binna. “Need the bathroom, I’ll be back.”
“Oh, okay.” Her friend said slowly, setting down her phone. “Is anything wrong? You don’t…look so good suddenly.”
‘You wouldn’t either in my shoes,’ she thought miserably. ‘Park Jimin is going to sue me within an inch of my life.’
“It’s alright,” she held a hand to her stomach, selling the illusion of sudden nausea. “Just…lady problems.” She said lamely.
Poor Binna didn’t even question it; she nodded, eyes full of sympathy. “Well text if you need anything.” She squeezed Y/N’s hand. “I’ve got a few extra tampons in my purse.” she whispered discreetly. Really, Binna was too good of a friend for her.
Y/N rounded the corner in a hurry, blindly guessing where the bathrooms might be located. She passed their waitress, rolling out a cart that she was pretty sure contained their meals. Everything looked delicious, and of course she couldn’t even enjoy the great evening Min Su had generously provided. All because she was screwed.
She hustled into a bathroom as fancy as the rest of the steak house, and so spacious there would probably be an echo. She hustled over to the sink, activating the handless system by shoving her trembling fingers under it. As she splashed her face with warm water, the dread twisting up her stomach gave way to deja vu.
‘This is just like…the event at the internship.’ The wild day that would be the beginning of the end of her life. Removing her hands from the water, she gently pressed the pad of her thumb up to her eye, tapping it a few times.
Her makeup was well done, but it still felt like she could see bags. ‘At least it can’t get worse.’ She assumed. After all, what was worse than this? The dumb phone was put away in her clutch, turned off, and back at the table.
The very least she could do was fake a smile so she didn’t ruin everyone’s meal, and enjoy what might be her last chance to experience this. They probably didn’t serve many steakhouse dinners where she was going.
That thought firmly in mind, Y/N squared her shoulders and prepared to march back out, tightly gripping her clutch at her side. Wait, her clutch?!
Binna must have handed it over to her, assuming she might need it. She had said to text if she needed anything, and Y/N couldn’t exactly do that without a phone. Well, at least it was off. Y/N wasn’t totally sure what kind of phenomenon had disrupted her life, but it all started with that phone.
No sooner had she backed away from the mirror than a wave of dizziness overtook her, sending her keeling forward. Instinctively, she clutched the sink to maintain her balance, almost screaming out when she looked up as the dizzy feeling passed.
The mirror in front of her was the same as always, a reflection of her wide, mortified eyes. But the long glossy mirror that made up the entire wall of the bathroom at the entrance of the restroom?
A reflection of another room, just like before. “No…” she whispered, not ready to admit that it was happening again. What was worse? All of it being real, or her losing her mind? “Not again…!”
She clenched her eyes shut, then attempted to get her feet moving. She would keep her head down and hurry right on past, to the exit. That was the plan at least. And she was making good progress to move without falling over in her modest heels, but the minute she actually got closer to the mirrors, a strange feeling overwhelmed her.
Almost like a compulsion to stop. Y/N felt like she was watching a scene in a movie, watching a victim wander down the hall of a haunted house, towards the homicidal attacker lying in wait.
Her feet were making her move on her own! Her fingertips reached out, and yet she had no control. She had to touch the mirror, see if that room on the other side was real. But deep down, she knew the answer before her fingers made contact.
It was a strange emotion somewhere between surprise resignation when she wobbled onto a floor that was not marble and found her eyes darting around a room that was not the steak house.
Pressing against the mirror desperately, she confirmed what a large part of her had assumed. There was no give to the mirror, apparently no way back from the time being. Was she even still in Gangnam?
Her senses were feeding her all kinds of information, and frankly, it was starting to overwhelm her. The raw scents of sweat, male musk, and ammonia could only mean one thing, and it was further proven when she peered around the blind corner of a painted brick wall, only to see two people exercising.
Well, one was doing stretches, and with the way he hopped up, he had just finished. An older man in a tank top and sweats had pads strapped to his hands, and Y/N watched closely, not even daring to breathe, as the younger man sat down and laced boxing gloves onto his taped hands.
He stood up, and who she assumed was his trainer got into a defensive stance while the younger man hopped around nimbly. Y/N watched, wide-eyed as they began to train, the guy in the black hoodie practicing blocking, jabbing and dodging.
It was clear he had put a lot of dedication into this. Y/N was never much of a sports person, but she knew the result of hard-work when she saw it. His moves were fluid, and instead of slowing down, they got quicker the more he went at it.
Somehow, it never felt like a good time to draw their attention to herself, go wobbling over in her dinner attire, and ask for directions back to the High Tower SteakHouse. She had a few other options, of course, like calling Binna. Or maybe Chin-Mae…but how did she explain it?
She had gone to the restroom for a few minutes and wound up in a completely different location without leaving the restaurant?! Then again, it meant they would really have no choice but to believe her.
It was impossible for her to have gone anywhere far when they all saw her leave for the bathroom. Maybe she could sneak out while they were distracted and then call when she was outside the gym, not standing around all conspicuous.
Y/N was weighing the merits of her plan when she heard an excited yell, whipping her head around and watching the trainer give his client a few congratulatory pats on the back, apparently satisfied with the work he’d put in for the day.
They began speaking lowly to themselves, and Y/N paled when she noticed the only door out of the room she could spot was behind them…. The corner she was standing behind seemed to be where the water fountains and locker rooms were located.
Hiding out in there was another option, but it didn’t exactly appeal when she would have to keep checking to see when the gym was empty. Right now it was just the two of them, but what if more people came in?
They’d have questions about someone being dressed like she was, right? Then again she could also be found out just staying put where she was. Ugh…it was beyond frustrating.
Her luck was completely shot, huh?
A little hope returned when the trainer waved at the young man and then began heading for the exit. She assumed they were done for the day, and the second guy would be done soon too. But not so, because then she’d actually be lucky.
As soon as his trainer had cleared the room, he gave a loud sigh, beginning to shimmy out of his hoodie. Y/N didn’t think she was close enough to make the door in the small moment he had his vision obstructed, but she was close enough to get an eyeful.
If his training earlier hadn’t tipped her off that he was dedicated, his physique would have. He was all hard lines, though the minuscule glimpse of a thin waist when his shirt rode up with his hoodie was impressive too.
She could see a full sleeve of tattoos decorating one arm, and coupled with his longish two-toned hair, a deep brown that gave way to a raging red, he was kind of…hard to look at. Distracting in a way she didn’t anticipate. She didn’t get distracted, not usually.
He, on the other hand, got straight to business. Oblivious of her presence, he walked right over to the large, hanging punching bag and began to hit it. But he wasn’t just hitting it. Again, Y/N was no boxing aficionado, but she knew he knew what he was doing.
His strikes were always controlled, his breathing never ragged the way she could guess hers would be. He pivoted on his back foot, and she knew that the small movement put more power into his strikes.
He was hitting the bag like it owed him money, grunting occasionally, the muscles in his arms and shoulders flexing in his t-shirt. At some point, Y/N figured he would stop. He would either head out the door, or into the locker room, and that was when she would flee.
Hopefully, wherever the cruel cosmic entity that thought her life was a joke had dumped her, it wasn’t very far from the restaurant. Then again, shouldn’t she have gotten a worried text by now?
She’d been gone for a while. Or, maybe Binna had actually come to check on her and seen that she had disappeared entirely. Y/N could imagine the freak out as Binna flailed her way back to the table and informed Min Su and Chin-Mae that somehow, someway, she’d been kidnapped.
What was her life lately, she thought miserably. With nothing to really do but scroll her phone or continue to watch the mystery man go at it, she turned to checking what news was trending for the day. Normally, she at least kept up with news involving the business world, if nothing else.
The celebrity gossip blogs she left to Binna, BTS investment notwithstanding. Stocks were up at several companies she had an interest in working at after graduation—assuming she made it with her life in chaos lately—so that was good.
A CEO had resigned from his post at a company she had almost interned at but decided not to at the last minute off a strange feeling. Some scandal involving embezzlement. So she dodged a bullet there.
And, lastly, BTS’ Jungkook had endorsed some new sports brand, and now merchandise was selling out faster than it could be restocked. The article included a picture of Jungkook, posing in shorts and a t-shirt next to a mountain of different athletic gear for various sports.
Wait. Y/N could have swallowed her tongue. Wait. That man, the man in the picture and the one boxing…were the same person?!
Feeling like she may just be sick, Y/N did a quick check, and really took in the boxer. That was undoubtedly the idol pictured in the article.
Not only was she going to jail for assaulting one BTS member (albeit on accident) a fact that she had managed to forget up until that moment, she got pulled back into the same thing that got her in trouble before, and ended up crossing paths with another one?!
Once it came out what happened between her and Park Jimin, there was no possible way people would believe she wasn’t a sasaeng. The circumstantial evidence just kept getting more and more damning.
Jungkook. Jungkook. What did she know about Jungkook? Admittedly not much, considering all her focus had really been on Jimin for obvious reasons. She knew…that Binna said he was the youngest in the boy group. He was multitalented, and here her friend swore she wasn’t exaggerating or anything.
According to her, he was like some kind of Barbie of idols, he could do it all. Those weren’t her exact words, but it was the gist. Jungkook also had a habit of being a little shy around members of the opposite sex, or so it was claimed.
Y/N personally had always thought all idols had to be manufacturing some parts of their personalities for public consumption. Who knew which parts? None of the scraps of information she had been fed told her anything about whether he was liable to press charges for stalking him or not.
Then again, he was an idol, and knowing that, Y/N had to assume he had gone out of his way to book private gym time, hence why the spacious work out room was empty save for him. Which meant him catching her was going to lead to a world of trouble.
How good were her odds if she just booked it for the exit the minute he went back to the locker room? Or if he left, she’d wait a little bit to be sure he had cleared the building, then she’d leave too. Waiting…yep…that’s all she could do. If she wasn’t in a dress, and didn’t find the idea so dirty, she would slump over on the floor.
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Jungkook caught the punching bag as it swung back from his last strike, finally feeling satisfied with his boxing for the time being. His limbs had that good burn that he liked, and his heart rate was up, despite his controlled breathing. But he wasn’t ready to leave just yet, so he decided to switch from boxing to something new. After a break.
Unlacing his boxing gloves, he found his gym bag and rummaged inside for his water bottle. Sitting down on a mat, he took a few sips, trying not to gulp it down too fast. His bottle was empty in no time, despite his attempts at moderation, and refilling before he resumed working out didn’t seem like a bad idea.
His footsteps echoing in the big empty gym was probably his imagination, but the weird sight when he rounded the corner? That he was pretty sure was real. Leaning against the wall, a woman…no, a girl, dressed up like she had somewhere important to be was nodding off. He froze, staring, all kinds of thoughts flying through his head.
Who was she? How’d she get in? When did she get in? Was she dangerous? Did he need to call for back up? Jungkook had purposely began training at this gym because it was exclusive. As his fame had grown, unfortunately he had to stop using more easy to find public gyms.
The one at HYBE was an option, but sometimes he wanted something…quieter. Trainees who came in meant well, and they tried to be respectful besides giving him friendly greetings, but they couldn’t help but gawk, and that made it awkward when he was trying to get in the zone. Here, he had thought, was perfect.
But maybe he was rushing to conclusions. He didn’t know anything about the situation besides a girl in a nice dress was falling asleep by the water fountains while standing up. Her head slumped forward, then snapped up quickly as she jolted awake, eyes wide and alert.
That was when they locked gazes, and his loose, sore muscles tensed right up. She, on the other hand, curled away like she was facing a thug in an alley. It was bemusing; yeah he’d bulked up a lot in the last several years after he got serious about training. Jungkook never considered himself all that intimidating, though.
“Are you… staff?” he asked, since it didn’t seem like she was going to speak up first. Not with the way she kept looking like the guillotine was coming down on her head any moment.
It took a reasonably long time for her to compose herself and answer, which was another pretty big tip off that something was not right. He was ready to whip out his phone and call security. Or at least he would be, if he hadn’t put it on do not disturb and left it in his bag.
“This is all a misunderstanding, really,” she warbled, her hands slapped the wall behind her like she was trying to steady herself. “I didn’t…I didn’t mean to be here.”
“What?” Jungkook was definitely growing suspicious. No one who wasn’t up to something just answered like that.
“I was just going to wait until you left and I guess I started to nod off…” she ran a shaky hand through her hair, disturbing it a little. “But really, please, if you’ll pretend you never saw me, I promise, I’ll be on my way.”
He backed away quickly as she lurched forward, but before he could tell her not to do anything funny, she bowed very formally, and the idol watched, perplexed. When he didn’t respond in any way, she resumed her upright position, then tried to brush by him with her head down.
Though, when he noticed the phone clenched tight in her fist, he acted without thinking. Something his hyungs had told him to be careful of doing in the past. At least they weren’t around to scold him.
“Hey,” he seized her wrist, and she stopped in her tracks, though he wasn’t expecting her reaction at all. Her eyes took in the hand on her like she could just flay it off with the intensity of her stare alone, and then she met his eyes head-on, hers surprisingly stony. “Your phone…”
“What about it?” she tried tugging her hand away, but he wasn’t ready to let go just yet. Not until he got some answers. He liked this gym. He wanted to keep using this gym, and at the thought that his privacy was being invaded yet again, and he would have to find somewhere else, yet again, he was getting a little worked up.
“That’s an Army phone, a Galaxy Z Flip 4: Army Edition.”
Her eyes widened, and then she scoffed, shaking her head. “Yeah, I guess you would know. But to tell you the truth, though I can admire your band’s marketability, this phone itself has been nothing but problems. This is just the latest one. Now, please, let go.” There was some bite in her tone now, her voice surprisingly stern.
When she tugged again, he acquiesced, something she probably didn’t expect, since she stumbled before catching herself. And when she felt her cellphone tugged right out of her hand? She rounded on him, scowling. “That belongs to me.” She held her hand out, clearly expecting it back.
“Why are you here? This is a private gym, and you don’t sound like you’re staff.”
She snatched for the phone, but he held it away, using his speed to his advantage. “Are you Army?”
“What? No,” she sounded offended by the notion, which in turn offended him. Then again, a true Army wouldn’t do this to him. Wouldn’t invade his space. “And what does that matter?”
“You’re not Army but you’ve got a phone that’s a rare exclusive. Only Army would want to own something like this. And if you’d go this far, you might be a sasaeng.”
Here, she did pause in trying to retrieve her phone, a bit red in the face under her makeup. “Please, between my class schedule and internship, who would even have the time? The people who think stalking and harassing idols is worth jeopardizing their future for really need…” Surprisingly, the girl tried to jump for the phone like she wasn’t in heels, but he held it above his head, which meant it was way above hers, “…a hobby!”
“So I won’t find pictures you secretly took on this?” Jungkook squinted, not convinced.
“No!” She hissed, jumping again, “Now who’s invading whose privacy, you…you muscle-headed, bunny-eyed brute!”
He was so taken aback, he faltered, and with one last pounce, the mystery girl had snatched the phone, though not without a cost.
Before she could even yell out in triumph, her heel wobbled and her foot rolled. Jungkook watched in slow motion, wincing in automatic sympathy as she went down.
Time sped up as she cried out, on the ground and clutching her ankle in a dress too nice to be touching the bare gym floor. He stood over her, carefully watching her face at first. He could tell she was in pain, but attempting not to show the extent.
Something about that alone…took him back to his early days. A wave of nostalgia he didn’t want to feel washed over him. He would hide his exhaustion, sometimes even hide injuries sustained while on stage until the end of a performance, until he couldn’t hide it anymore, just to avoid worrying his hyungs.
And when they caught him, like they inevitably always did, he’d cry, apologize, worry they would resent him. It didn’t make sense to everyone, probably only to those who had experience firsthand with the feeling. Not wanting to let others down, wanting to live up to everyone’s expectations, struggling with the fact that they were still human.
The girl gingerly tried to shift her injured ankle, and that alone seemed to send a fresh wave of pain throbbing through it. With the way she bit her lip and clenched her eyes to stifle the cry he could just tell.
And even though Jungkook had been concerned about a million things regarding her appearance, including that she might be another delusional ‘fan’, no one could fake pain that expertly. Plus, she’d have to be some actress to make her ankle swell on command.
It was probably stupid of him to drop his guard, even for a second, but he found himself dropping to his knees, almost reaching out, and then hesitating. She stared up at him through her lashes, her own eyes as guarded as his had been, but wavering as she focused on ignoring her obvious injury. “I need…I need to call my friend.”
Making up his mind, Jungkook loosely grasped her foot by the heel, ignoring her half-hearted attempts to swat his hand away. He extended her leg, careful not to hurt her as he manipulated her foot to get a better idea of how bad it was. “You rolled it pretty hard.” He finally concluded.
“Yeah, no kidding.” Jungkook briefly met eyes with her again, but she stubbornly looked away. “I wonder how that happened.”
Guilt hit him pretty fast. Yeah. Even if he thought she was an intruder, he should have just called security and let them handle it. They were never far, and there was no way she could have stopped him. Not by physically overpowering at least.
“Hang on,” he told her, setting her foot down and getting back on his feet. “I can help.”
“That’s a nice gesture,” she ground out, failing to hide a wince, “But really, I have my phone, so I can just call my fri—” she grabbed it and opened it, only for her face to fall. “Really? Now?” He heard her grumble irritably.
Noticing his quizzical face, turned a blank screen to him. “It’s dead.” She deadpanned.
“Okay, then let me help.”
Jungkook didn’t know this stranger by any stretch of the imagination, but he had anticipated what her response would be. It probably sounded something like “no”, since she seemed disinclined to take his help.
Was she always like this, so stubborn? Was it some kind of pride thing? He had been there, too; his hyungs really had their hands full with him over the years, didn’t they?
Retrieving the first aid kit Jimin had gifted him some time back, he made a brisk return to find the girl in much the same position he had left her, staring sulkily at her injured ankle. She looked up when he approached, but didn’t say a word.
“You might have to take off your shoe.” he informed her.
He waited to get a response, the big plastic kit held by his side. Jungkook wondered if she just planned to ignore him, and if he should take her silence as consent and proceed, but that didn’t feel right. Finally, she mumbled, “…This is really happening…isn’t it?”
Nodding slowly, he popped the kit open and examined its contents, locating the roll of compression wrap. While he did that, he noticed her leaning forward, trying to unstrap her heel without moving in a way that would hurt her foot even more.
Jungkook had never worn heels, but he always thought anyone who did without falling over must have some hidden talent. Hers weren’t as tall as some, but she was still plucking at the strap with building frustration.
Guessing she wanted it over and done with just as bad as he did, the idol seized the heel of her foot again, bringing her leg out and reaching for the buckle himself.
If he expected a beaming smile and a grateful attitude, he’d be sorely mistaken. She gave him the stink eye. “I can do at least this much.”
“Maybe, but I can do it faster.” He shrugged, already loosening the heel and sliding it off while holding her foot steady. From so close, and without the shoe in the way, he could really see just how fast the ankle had discolored and swollen. Again, he wrestled with the guilt, absently reaching for the wrap. “So,” he began by holding her ankle at a ninety-degree angle, “Who are you? Because this doesn’t mean I forgot…”
“Believe me, I’m someone who doesn’t want to be here anymore than you want me to be here. I didn’t have a choice, not that you’d ever believe me…” she huffed. “But, because legal repercussions are probably unavoidable, I’ll start by being cooperative. Maybe when they review all this, that’ll work in my favor.” It sounded like she was talking to herself, not him, but then she cleared her throat and extended her hand. “My name is L/N Y/N.”
Jungkook didn’t expect such a strange introduction, and the attempt at a handshake reminded him of Namjoon-hyung. He grasped her palm very briefly, barely holding on to it long enough for their hands to go up and down, but she didn’t seem inclined to want to hold onto him either.
“Y/N…” he repeated.
“As for what I’m doing here…well, again, it’s not something any sane person would believe.” She switched her focus to watching him meticulously wrap her ankle. It was pretty careful care for someone that could have been stalking him, but he had already started, and if he was going to do it, his sense of perfectionism said he had to do it right.
“Are you…insane?”
“Excuse me?” She didn’t look very amused, but he guessed it wasn’t exactly a polite question.
“You said a sane person wouldn’t believe you…” he explained.
“I am not insane,” Y/N rubbed a hand to her forehead. “I just feel like I am lately,” she whispered. “I was dining out with some friends, in the restaurant bathroom and then…”
Jungkook waited while he secured the wrap with some bandage clips and closed his first aid kit. “And then?”
“It’s going to sound insane,” she finished matter-of-factly, “You’re going to call me a liar and accuse me of stalking you, then we’ll be right back where we started.”
Jungkook was torn between still wanting to contact security, but also experiencing some curiosity he couldn’t quite tamp down. “Do you have proof?” It didn’t sound like she did.
“Proof?” Y/N repeated, arching a brow as if he had just said something strange.
“You’re not even going to try to make me believe you?” he goaded.
“Sure, help me up and I’ll hobble right over to the mirror. You’ll see exactly how I got here and this whole think’ll be cleared up just like that.” Her tone was so sugary the sarcasm was evident.
Jungkook figured he had indulged this for this long…why not go all the way. Offering her a hand, he warned her to brace herself, and then pulled her up with ease. “Okay.”
“Okay?” She said warily, trying not to show him how much she was utilizing the wall for support.
“Okay,” Jungkook nodded, “Show me.”
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Idols were weird. Y/N wasn’t sure if it was just the fact that they lived in a completely ‘different world’ from normal people or what, but she hadn’t expected her first extended run-in with some world-famous celebrity to go like this.
Park Jimin was one thing; he’d been concussed, so that was enough to make him loopy. She hadn’t expected anything out of his mouth to make sense. But this guy, Jean Jungkook?
Totally different. He wasn’t suffering a head injury, for one. And he had seemed angry at first, but still handled her appearance in much the same way a mean boy on the playground would in elementary school. Playing keep away with her phone, really?
He’d even treated her with decency when she tripped and sprained her ankle. God, that was yet another thing she was going to have to deal with. Sprained her ankle! Sprained! How was she supposed to get around campus quickly? It was huge. Though she supposed that wasn’t a concern at present.
The idol’s strange demand was at the forefront of her mind, seeing as he was right behind her while she hobbled slowly to the mirror, her heel in one hand and her phone in the other.
She must have looked like a suffering pigeon, doing a funny little hop. But she refused to let him touch her after she got her bearings. It was humiliating enough to have someone see her make a fool of herself and get injured to boot, idol or no idol. Well actually, his status made it even worse.
And he was watching her oh so closely as she made it to the mirror, taking a deep breath and turned around to look at him with some difficulty. “Here it is.” She said flatly. “How I got in, and how I probably would be able to get out, if life felt like cutting me a break.”
He stepped around her, staring at her incredulously like she knew he would. She would look at herself that way in his position. Jungkook pressed against the mirror with the flat of his hand, one good time, as if to confirm it was solid. “You used the mirror? What, like magic? Like a drama?”
“You’re the one who said you wanted proof; I never said it would satisfy you.” she retorted. “I barely understand it myself, but what I’m saying is the only truth I have to cling to.” Her chin dipped, “No matter how implausible it is…”
She knew she would get the same result he had when she pushed on the mirror, but as if to confirm her fate was truly sealed, Y/N tried anyway. When her hand went right through, the cool glass giving way to cool nothingness, she yelled, pitching forward.
Jungkook made a noise, something startled, and she glanced at him to confirm he was seeing what was happening. His bulging eyes made it evident that he was. Yes! Y/N jerked her arm away too fast, and in doing so almost fell back on her ass, if not for the lightning reflexes of the idol who moved to extend an arm around her waist.
Y/N got her bearings, smoothed a hand over her shirt and her racing heart, and tried to hold back her tears. He could see. He could really see. The weeks of going crazy in silence, holding it all in, and someone else…could see.
“Your arm went through the glass,” he breathed.
“More than my arm’s gone through.” Y/N spoke with more confidence, now that there was no way he could deny it. “That’s…how I got here.”
The idol once again moved forward, pressing both hands against the mirror. Nothing. “How?” He wondered.
“I don’t know.” Y/N replied, “It’s been happening since…since I got this phone. So that’s my only theory, that the events are connected.” She held up the dead device and wiggled it around. “Not that that’s a story anyone would believe if I got caught breaking and entering.”
The idol appeared to be thinking, worrying his lip piercing with his tongue, “Unless they saw it.”
Y/N squared her shoulders, eyeing him up and down. He fidgeted, looking small somehow, despite being fairly tall with a healthy amount of muscle. From close up it was even easier to see than watching him from behind the wall.
“It might come as a surprise for you to know, not everyone would be as cavalier as you about all this. In fact, I’d go as far as saying your reaction was a bit…strange. Has anyone told you that you’re odd?”
‘Nice going, Y/N.’ She thought bitterly, ‘That was over the top blunt. You’re not trying to make an enemy out of the very first person to be witnessing the crazy with you.’
Luckily, the idol didn’t look overly offended. Jungkook pursed his lips, big eyes sheepish as he rubbed his head. “Uh-huh, my hyung.” he said thoughtfully.
“Well…” Y/N gestured vaguely. “Now that you’ve seen what I’ve seen, you know about as much as I do. Would it be too much trouble to ask if I could…go?” Pointing a thumb toward the mirror like she was about to miss her cab would seem dumb if he didn’t know.
“Oh, right,” Jungkook’s tapped the mirror again. “You’re going back to where you came from.”
“Ideally,” Y/N frowned, “I’ve been gone a long time. There’s no way my friends aren’t concerned about that. And when they can’t find me who knows what they’ll think.”
Somewhat afraid the give they had both witnessed was a one-off, Y/N pressed her hand to the mirror once again, happy when it rippled and went right through. It might have been too late to salvage the evening with her friends, but at least she could salvage her reputation.
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Bring The Fire; 3
Warnings: Obessive behaviour, mentions of blood, mutilation, dead bodies, rape, murder, and more.
Genres: Yandere, romance, soulmate!Au, Royal!Au, Isekai
Namjoon was furious. He was not the eldest son, nor the son to inherit the Empire next, but he was the son expected to control and look after his brothers– both younger and elder. This job was incredibly bothersome, especially considering none of his brothers seemed to listen to a word he said. A cow could take command better than his brothers. Yet he tried. He tried to keep them inline, to keep his brothers out of harm's way, or rather keep others out of others' way to minimise them causing harm.
His brothers, especially the youngest three, were impulsive. They acted with little thought, and no care for repercussions that would fall on their big brother. Namjoon often wondered if perhaps his brothers were disciplined more, or even just experienced the repercussions of their actions–instead of him– then maybe life would be a little easier. Namjoon didn’t believe he was perfect, by no means, but he was smart. He knew when to act, and how to avoid detection.
His brothers did not.
Honestly, he was beginning to think they wanted to be caught. He wouldn’t be surprised.
Their father wanted them married by the end of the year, which gave them six months. Namjoon wasn’t opposed to marriage. He just hadn’t met a woman he could deem adequate enough to want to dedicate his life to. He wanted someone intelligent, beautiful, and confident (but not too much), a woman he could bond with. Noble women could be educated, and usually they were, but it seemed to be surface knowledge. They didn’t read because they liked to, they didn’t like to look at art or even take walks through the gardens. They were boring. He didn’t want to be bored.
At dinner his father had announced a party will be held in three days, all his sons were expected to be there the entire night. There would be no excuses. They will meet the women, they will mingle and dance, and they will find a bride, sooner rather than later.
Seokjin hadn’t been there, much to everyone's surprise. They were quick to make an excuse, he was unwell and resting. It was clear their father didn’t believe a word out of their mouths, but said nothing. When dinner ended everyone left but Namjoon. Somehow, Seokjin’s absence was his fault. Namjoon, of course, knew nothing of his eldest brother's plans to not join them for their usual dinner. It was a once a week tradition, and although none of the princes enjoyed it, they all went to keep peace and appearances.
Namjoon was stressed. He was tired. He was angry.
His brothers walked all over him, after everything he did for them. They had no respect for him. Was it because he was the middle child? Not quite the eldest, but not the youngest. Just somewhere in the middle? He was sick of it. Seokjin was the eldest, and yet nothing was expected of him. The man couldn’t even get himself married– no, wouldn’t. He wouldn’t get married, not even to help his own brothers.
Why did he have to take the blame for every issue his brothers have caused? Tripped a maid down the stairs? Namjoon why didn’t you stop them? Got too rough with Jeongguk and cut his cheek in training? Well Namjoon should have been there to keep them in line. Namjoon, Namjoon, Namjoon.
Seokjin sat on the hallway floor, back against his door as he fiddled with his fingers. His plan had gone to shit. He had no intention of being so late. He was going to show up, you in arm, dressed in the most beautiful gown and announce his engagement to his family. He was supposed to bask in his mothers joyful praises and loll in the thankful songs of his brothers, who would forever be in his debt, while they all whined in jealousy. His father would applaud him for finding such a beautiful bride, pat his back and scold his brothers for being so difficult.
“Follow in your brother's footsteps!” he would say.
Instead, he was sitting on a freezing floor, thinking of how to get back into his room without damaging his doors. He really liked his doors.. His plan was to get food, surely you were hungry, and lure you out with the smell. His plan could have been perfect if he had taken into account that he had missed dining with his family, angering his father and ultimately, Namjoon. But he hadn’t thought of this, too wrapped up in getting you to open up the doors. Instead he very proudly had jumped off the floor and rushed off toward the kitchen to have a feast prepared for you. He knew he shouldn’t be rewarding this behaviour, but he was going to give you the benefit of the doubt, he assumed you were scared and how could he blame you for this? Being in the presence of a prince, and one as attractive as himself, must have been incredibly overwhelming to a commoner such as yourself.
He will just prove to you that he is as kind as he is handsome.
When Namjoon had first begun his rampage through the palace he had every intention of tearing his eldest brother's head from its shoulders and kicking it out the nearest window. Yoongi had mentioned that Seokjin had gone for a walk that afternoon, promising to be back for dinner. So the eldest had actively missed out on meeting the women lined up for them, and then purposely skipped dinner with their father, clearly more than happy with getting Namjoon in trouble. The more he learned, the more heated he began to feel.
Oddly enough, when arriving in the hallway that his brother's room resided in he found the eldest prince with his head to the door, speaking so softly he couldn’t hear a word he uttered– which was odd considering how loud the man usually was. Namjoon watched as the elder man pushed off the door, a determined look on his face as he ran off down the halls in the opposite direction. A few beats passed before his door creaked open, a head poking out. Hair covered the face, but it was clearly a woman. Namjoon wasn’t sure which emotion was currently winning, curiosity or anger. Did his brother really skip out, and cause him trouble, for a woman?
The door quickly shut again, the girl disappearing back into the room. Namjoon had decided he would approach the woman, find out who she is and confirm his suspicions. Anyone in the court knows not to involve themselves with the princes at certain hours of the week, so who did she think she was to ignore the rules? To get him chastised for an action that he didn’t even do?
Namjoon had advanced toward the room, reaching for the door but his actions fell short when the door yanked open and a much smaller body collided with his own.
Fire.
His body was on fire.
Namjoon quickly shoved the body away, jerking himself backward as he examined his body looking for something, anything that would indicate harm, but he found nothing. He looked up, finding the woman on the floor, staring up to him with wide eyes. Messy damp hair hung over most of her face, pretty pink lips parted slightly in shock. Neither said a word, only staring for a minute before the girl scrambled to her knees and bowed, head to the floor. You didn’t speak, no apologies, just head to the floor.
Why did this irritate him?
He wanted you to look at him again.
“Who are you?” He asked, finally seeming to find his voice again.
Seokjin couldn’t remember the last time he had gone to the kitchen. For a while the prince had actually been banned at some point of time and just never bothered to go back, not that he had ever really needed to, the maids could do it for him. Only Jeongguk enjoyed going down to the kitchens, snooping through the ingredients, picking at the food while being cooked and for a while, watching the maid he was so enraptured by. Admittedly, Seokjin had never understood his brother's obsession with the dirty girl, she was less than average, filthy and all bones. He remembers laughing and teasing his brother, loving how angry and defensive the younger one got.
But now he understood.
Upon his arrival Seokjin’s eyes instantly landed on the remaining two chefs. One stood by the doorway, carrying in freshly washed pots, and the other looked ready to shit his pants. At first, the prince didn’t understand the instant look of fear that hit the man's features, but the sight of the gruesome scar over his right eye made him light up.
“Chef Geum, it has been some time.”
The head chef, Ho Geum, was especially cautious of the royal family, especially the eldest two. The older sons, Seokjin and Yoongi were both excellent cooks, their nannies had taught them as children and young teens per their request. Their nanny had believed she was doing a good thing, encouraging a hobby, helping them with independence. Unfortunately this made the princes far more pedantic toward the meals they were served. One wrong flavour, a change to a recipe, and there would be hell. He had learnt this the hard way.
//flashback; three years//
The kitchen staffed six chefs, two for deserts and four for the other three meals a day. They were older men, sweaty and exhausted. They not only cooked for the royal family, but the other staff, and any guests that the palace seemed to constantly house. There was never a moment for breaks or rests. These four chefs often rotate shifts overnight, two on and two off, allowing a few hours breaks to rest before jumping back in for the breakfast routine.
Prince Seokjin had been 21 when the incident occurred. The current head chef, had been on his first week and unaware of all the rules in place. There were just so many, and it was hard to keep up with them all. His previous employers had no issue with his food experimentation, in fact they encouraged it. They were foodies after all, and would often brag to guests about their creative chef who prepared the greatest dishes in the whole of Korea. Eventually Emperor Munpyo caught wind of the rumours and demanded he had the chef for himself.
Who could turn down an offer like that?
He quickly learnt his creative dishes weren’t appreciated. The fifth night of his new job he found two of the princes in the kitchen entryway, the taller of the two with a friendly smile on his plump lips, while the shorter looked at him with an expression that mirrored someone staring at a bug on the wall.
The smile never left the taller prince's face, not when he cut off the chef's index fingers. Not when he pinned poor Geum to the large counter, giggling at the way he squirmed and begged to be let go. The shorter brother hadn’t smiled throughout most of the ordeal, keeping his lips slightly pursed as he watched his brother explain every single thing wrong with every dish that had been served that evening. Seokjin had demanded the chef keep his eyes on him, he should be respected. Unfortunately, because his focus was directed to only one of the princes, he failed to notice Yoongi standing by the furnace with a metal ladle resting over the heat. The metal had begun to melt before the prince was satisfied. He quickly pulled the ladle out, and stalked over to the cook who had finally caught on to the younger princes movement.
No amount of begging, or screaming, helped the man. In fact, the begging only seemed to fuel the excitement the prince felt, because for the first time in the hours they had been down in the kitchen, he grinned. It had made him sick. His smile had seemed so kind, almost childish. It was such a sweet smile to give to someone right before you disfigured them. Yoongi had stood over him, his face hanging above the chefs who could only sob a blubbered apology, begging him to stop before he had even started.
The pure excitement on Yoongi's face had haunted the chef’s dreams even to this day. The smile on his lips as the prince pressed the underside of the burning ladle into his eye. The laughter sounding in the emptied kitchen that moulded into his pained screams. Geum was probably lucky he hadn’t seen the look of pure glee on the scarred prince's face as he pushed the burning utensil harder, or the elated look he had as the skin melted on his face.
When Yoongi had finally pulled away, it took a bit of force to rip the ladle from the skin that had melted onto it. The chef was quickly let go, and the princes watched as he rolled over, dropping from the counter top to the floor with a grunt. His hands shakily cupping over the face wound, hands still bloody from the elder prince's punishment. It was probably for the best that the chef had been looking to the floor, sobbing, otherwise his good eye would have seen the way Yoongi had admired the skin burnt to the ladle.
He would have seen the prince pluck off a chunk of burnt flesh, and eat it.
//flashback end//
“Y-your Highness, it is an-an honour to see you again.” Geum stuttered out, bowing deeply.
The prince quickly waved the man off, walking further inside as he looked through the baskets of fresh vegetables. “I need you to cook a meal,” He told the man, turning to look back at him.
“Something romantic.” He added, nodding to himself. “I’ll need deserts as well, so wake up the rest of the staff.”
The two cooks looked between each other, raising a brow before looking back to the prince.
“My prince, was the dinner not up to satisfaction?” They inquired, the blinded chef looking to his companion in shock.
“I wouldn’t know, I wasn’t there– do you have doubts about your work?” Seokjin grinned,
The two men quickly shook their heads, stuttering out incoherent sentences before the prince cut them off again, walking back toward the kitchen's exit.
“Have it in my room within the hour.”
You didn’t look up when he spoke, irking him further. His jaw clenched as you kept your head down, slightly shaking at the shoulders.
“Y/n.”
“Y/n, look at me when I speak to you.”
The words were familiar. Seokjin had said the exact same thing to you only hours earlier. Only this time you obeyed, his tone of voice didn’t feel as mischievous as Seokjin’s. And while yes, Seokjin had sounded playful, he still had an edge to his words, one that you were willing to ignore. This man held no mirth to his tone, there was a lingering anger to his words. You weren’t sure why, maybe he was angry at you for touching him? You weren’t aware of who he was, but by the fabric at his feet, and the attitude he spoke with, you were sure he was important. Was this the Emperor that Seokjin had wanted you to meet?
The air around him was suffocating. You wonder if he knew how stifling his presence was.
Ruffling of fabric filled your ears, making you peek up slightly. The man had squatted down to your level. You quickly tried to avert your gaze back to the floorboards but his hand shot out, grabbing your chin. He seemed to freeze when he touched you, fingers tensing on your skin making his nails dig into the flesh.
“I didn’t ask your name, I asked who are you?”
You frowned, is that not the same thing?
A soft grunt left your lips when he jerked your face upward to meet his gaze. He was handsome, even with the glare he was shooting your way. You weren’t sure how to answer his question, because who even were you here? You could imagine his reaction now if you told him: ‘I’m Y/n, and I’m not from here– wherever here is. I’m a homeless woman from what I can only presume is the future.’
Yeah, no. You would rather keep that information to yourself.
“I-I.. I don’t know.” You finally admitted, cheeks burning in embarrassment.
You barely knew where you were, you clearly weren’t home. You weren’t from here, from this time. That much you had gathered during your small meltdown in the room. You felt guilty when Seokjin tried to coax you out of the room, complaining about how late he was running. But the realisation of just how fucked of a situation you had gotten yourself into had dawned and you just wanted to hide. Which is exactly what you had done. Definitely not your finest hour, but how else is someone supposed to react?
You had been so relieved when the prince had told you he was leaving for a moment. It was a moment to escape. Once his footsteps had disappeared you had every intention of grabbing the clothes you had woken up in, and making a run for it. You had quickly changed back into the dirty, slightly damp silk nightgown, even putting the robe back on, deciding it was way too cold to leave it behind, and you were ready. You didn’t have any ideas of where to go exactly, but the feeling in your gut promised anywhere was better than here.
Clearly, your master escape plan didn’t go as you had hoped because the second you opened the door you almost broke your nose. The body clearly didn’t appreciate the unwanted contact, because within a split second you were on the floor. A new wave of fear had washed over you, terrified to do anything, so you had quickly moved into a bowing position.
The energy pulsing off this man was a true force. It shook you to the core. You feared speaking the wrong words, or even moving. You felt like a small animal, too scared to make a move, fearing the slightest movement of muscle would trigger an attack from the predator ahead.
Clearly your words hadn’t satisfied the man, how could it? You weren’t sure you would be convinced if some random woman claimed she didn’t know who she was either.
“Namjoon, what are you doing here?”
You froze at the icy tone. The man, who you could now only assume to be Namjoon, didn't budge. His gaze stayed on you, even if you were no longer looking at him. The floor seemed like the safest bet right now. You knew the other voice, it was the Prince who found you. He had spoken so much during the few hours you both had shared, that you could probably pick up on his voice from anywhere. You couldn’t tell if you were relieved for him returning, or annoyed. While you were glad that he was back, the only familiar thing you had so far in this place, you weren’t sure he could be of much help in this situation. You were convinced that the man before you was the Emperor. The way he spoke, the power he emitted.. There was nothing else he could be.
“I would appreciate it if you got your hands off my fiancé.” He spoke again, walking further into the room.
Seokjin wasn’t sure how he felt about the situation before him. While on one hand he was happy to see that the room was unlocked, allowing him to come back into you, he was bitter to find his brother's hands on you. He had barely been gone twenty minutes, he hadn’t expected any of his brothers to go to his room. Usually Namjoon would go off to his room to wallow in self pity before taking any anger out.
Either way, Namjoon had no right to be touching his woman.
“Fiancé?” He echoed, making no move away from you. If anything, his hand only tightened.
Huffing, Seokjin stomped forward. He grabbed the pale green collar of his brother's shirt and tugged him off you. The taller man hit the floor with a grunt.
“What the fuck Hyung!” He hissed, rubbing the back of his head.
Namjoon wasn’t sure why his chest had constricted at the news his brother had dropped. He wasn’t sure why his skin burned when he touched you, or why his lungs felt strangled when your eyes looked into his own. What he did know was that he didn’t like it. He didn’t like how he was feeling, and he didn’t like that his brother was claiming you.
“Who is she, Jin-Hyung?” Namjoon asked calmly, having pushed himself off the floor and brushed imaginary dust from his outfit.
Both brothers looked at you, still bowed to the floor.
“My future wife, was that not clear?” Jin asked dumbly.
Namjoon rolled his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest. “What clan is she from?” He pushed. Seokjin was frustrating, as per usual, but Namjoon noticed he was slightly nervous at the question.
“She isn’t from here.” The elder shrugged, still avoiding answering directly. Moving around his little brother to crouch down beside you. His heart ached seeing you pressed to the floor, shaking in fear. But he couldn’t deny the butterflies in his stomach from seeing you in such a submissive state. Would you behave this way for him?
He rested a hand on your back, grinning when you didn’t flinch away. Even with the materials on your body, he could still feel the burning sensation as if he were pressing against your bare skin. Would the feeling intensify if you had been stripped bare?
“You never answered my questions.” Namjoon pressed, crossing his arms over his chest.
“And you never answered mine, and you best watch your tone Namjoon.” Seokjin scolded, not bothering to look at his brother. Instead, he gently took your chin between his fingers, just as Namjoon had been doing only minutes before. Seokjin’s grip was feather light, almost as if he wasn’t even touching you.
“My love, are you okay?” He murmured when your eyes met his. “Did he hurt you?”
You shook your head, making him smile in relief before he stood up, pulling you along with him. Seokjin’s arm curled around your waist, forcing you into his side as he looked back at the man standing across from you. His eyes were glued to the arm around your hips making you squirm uncomfortably. The movement only seemed to make the man's grip tighten on you.
“Y/n, meet my little brother Namjoon, Namjoonie, meet my soon to be wife, Y/n.”
Wife.
The word made your stomach twist. He kept saying that, you didn’t know him, and he you. How did he expect you to marry him? He hadn’t even consulted you on the idea. What made him think you even wanted him? You wanted to leave. You wanted to find your way home.
But what if there wasn’t a way home…
Jeongguk was a heavy believer in the spiritual realm, and a romantic at heart. He believed in the after world, reincarnation, he believed in true love and soulmates, and that there was always fate there to guide him to where he needed to be. He had believed Jin-i to be his soulmate, but soon after her death, despite the immense sadness he felt, he knew she hadn’t been the one. Fate had been kind to him, showing him a glimpse of what he could feel, promising that it had only been the beginning of how love would feel. It had allowed him some practice before true love found him.
Jin-i could have been a problem. If she had lived, what would have happened when he found his soulmate? He had always swore to be a loyal husband, so an affair would have been out of the question. Of course, there was always the option of just completely removing Jin-i from the situation, but he wasn’t too sure if that would have sat right with him.
Thankfully, he didn’t have these stresses anymore. He would be alert, ready to find the woman he was destined for, and all the while, better himself for her. Although, he wasn’t sure what more he could improve on.
Well, maybe he was.
Despite being 25, Jeongguk hadn’t been very experienced with women. He had dozens of them ready for him at any given moment, women that would do anything he desired and more. They had been used before, but not to the same extent his brothers had used them. Jeongguk had only used the women when his hand would no longer work, and even then he would only let them suck him off. He wanted he and his soulmate to experience sex together, for the first time, to be each others firsts. That plan very quickly went out the door.
He had been devastated to realise Jin-i wasn’t his soulmate. His promise to himself, to remain a virgin, had been ruined. After Jin-i’s husband's unfortunate death, Jeongguk, admittedly had little self control at the moment. He had slit her throat, and as she bled to death, he fucked her. A poor, and messy choice on his behalf. But the sight had been so exciting. The blood that covered her face and body, getting all over him as well was a feeling he wished to someday replicate. She had choked out incoherent words, clawing at any bare skin her nails could find with leaky eyes.
She had never looked prettier.
He had been devastated at first, guilt eating away at him. He was saving himself for his soulmate, and he was soiled. Jin-i had ruined him.
Would she be disappointed in him? He wouldn’t be able to blame her.
It had admittedly taken the prince a while to realise Jin-i wasn’t his fated one, and in his distraught state, he had.. Let himself go a little. The concubines had dropped in numbers, quitting or going missing after the youngest prince got his hands on them. He was too rough, too demanding, too unstable. Most women left bloody and bruised after their hours with him, weeping and begging the Emperor to release them of their duties.
Jeongguk had felt something in his chest. It ached, and pulled. It had felt that way since morning, and he had tried his best to ignore it. He was on his best behaviour. But the light tingle in his chest had turned into full fledged throbbing, it was like something was trying to tear its way out of his ribs. Nothing was easing the pain. So he had decided to let the pain lead the way. Whatever it was, the closer it got, the more the pain eased, the further he got the more it hurt.
He probably looked crazy, running around the halls with a hand to his chest, bursting in and out of different rooms. But he didn’t care, all he could focus on was the pang, pang, pang in his chest. The familiar hall that roomed Seokjin and Yoongi came into view, and the ache began to ease more. Jeongguk stumbled slightly, hand to the wall as he moved further down, passing Yoongi’s quiet room first, but the ache remained.
“You can’t be serious about this.” Namjoon’s voice echoed, catching the younger's attention.
“We’re in love, Joonie. Is this not what you all wanted?” Seokjin scoffed, his tone of voice lower than usual. He was pissed.
Jeongguk kept voice, his brother's voices getting cleared and the ache nearly disappearing. Fate was leading him somewhere, he was sure of it.
Seokjin’s door was wide open, Namjoon standing closer to the doorway with a ridged back. The eldest brother stood slightly to the side, one arm on his hip and the other seemed to be wrapping around something–or someone. The youngest prince stood just outside the door, head peeking around the corner of the door only just out of sight. The ache was gone, back to an itch. Whatever fate wanted him to find, it was in there.
“You just met her, how could you love her?” Namjoon groaned, head dropping into his palm. His larger body was blocking off whoever stood beside their elder brother, irking the youngest prince. He was curious.
“Oh what do you know, Namjoon?” Seokjin sneered, pulling away from the body beside him to step closer toward his brother. “Just because you’re so unloved, everyone else has to be too?”
Namjoon’s shoulders shuddered as he sighed, shaking his head. But he said nothing, letting Seokjin step closer, jabbing a finger into his chest. “She will be my wife, it is destiny.” The elder nearly whispered, the words only just ghosting Jeongguk’s ears.
Jeongguk was weighing his options, unsure if he should make his presence known. But it didn’t seem he had to. Seokjin seemed to have spotted him over Namjoon’s shoulder, raising a brow to the younger brother. In shame the youngest brother shuffled into the doorway, head hanging too embarrassed to make eye contact.
“I’m sorry.” He mumbled pitifully.
Namjoon raised a brow, looking between the youngest and the eldest. “How long have you been listening?” He asked.
He shrugged. “Not that long.”
Seokjin eyed up the younger boy, purposely shielding you away from him. The young boy looked erratic. Sweat beading on his forehead, a red flush on his neck and cheeks, and his body shaking. Some would think he looked ill.
“Why are you here, Jeongguk?” Jin asked.
The younger boy frowned, itching at his neck. Why was here? He had only been following where fate had demanded, he hadn't thought he would find himself here. He himself was beyond confused.
“I’m not sure hyung,” He paused, thinning his lips in thought. “I just thought something of mine was here.”
It was a weak explanation, but it was true. The elder man grinned, stepping closer toward his brother gently patting his hair.
“What could you have possibly thought could belong to you here?” The tone was almost condescending. This bothered the younger prince, but he simply shrugged. He had nothing to answer with. He knew he had nothing in this wing of the palace, let alone his eldest brother’s room.
Namjoon seemed just as bothered by the eldest boy's tone, shoving the man slightly. He seemed unprepared for the force given, stumbling over and revealing you, wide eyed at the entire situation unfolding. The moment Jeongguk’s eyes fell to yours, the ache returned tenfold. He almost doubled over in pain, his hand shooting up to his chest, nails digging into the fabric of his dark shirt.
“Her.”
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A/N; two more brothers thrown into the mix!! Poor Jeongguk just wants love 🥹 and namjoon isnt sure what he wants. Pls let me know your thoughts bbies! thank you for reading :))))
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Lacuna | Pt. 3
An unfilled space; a gap.
Min Yoongi x reader
Genre/Tropes : established relationship, miscommunication, angst, yelling
Word count : ~2.2k
A/N : Hello sweet readers! Finally the third part!! Enjoy it please<3 Not much left before these two go heart to heart ^^ Are you excited to see how this plays out?
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Next morning Yoongi is once again met with a displeasing view. You silently rushing around the room collecting your clothes and toiletries. His breath quickens and he shoots up in bed clutching the comforter as if he has woken from a nightmare.
His eyes move around following your form and only as you turn to leave you notice him. His eyebrows furrowed a sleepy and confused expression on his face. You take it as a hint to leave the room and quickly scramble out without a word.
Yoongi holds his breath the moment your eyes meet. He couldn’t read the expression adorning your face and it scared him. He once again ran hands down his face taking in a deep breath. His heart still hammering inside. Yoongi was even more scared now then he was yesterday evening. The later realization coming back to hold him by the neck. When a thought shoots in his head. He still needs to apologize to you.
He quickly throws on sweats and moves out of the room. He can hear the shower running in the guest room and stays behind the door, scared to invade your personal space now and tick you off.
On the other side of the door you were getting dressed with those same thoughts. Scared to tick Yoongi off you try to make yourself scarce as fast as possible. The stare you’ve been met with this morning almost put you in cardiac arrest as you heart stopped.
You exit the shower and start pulling on your work clothes. Suddenly a knock on the door stops your heart once again. “Y/N?” A small voice catches your attention.
You haven’t heard your name leave his lips for so long. You stop for a moment frozen in space but quickly recover as your phone lights up with notifications. You need to hurry or you’ll be late for the new presentation.
Yoongi can hear you shuffling inside the room. Excitement fills his insides when he hears your footsteps coming closer to the door. He braces himself to face you, hug you, kiss you and fall to his knees before you to apologize. The door opens and Yoongi barely catches sight of you before you scurry down the stairs. A thought enters Yoongi’s head. You’re running away from him…
He comes after you hot on your trail. When he stands on the bottom of the staircase he can’t do anything but observe you putting on your shoes and taking you bag in your hands. That’s when it clicks for him. You’re leaving.
He nears you in three big strides and catches your arm before you can disappear out the door. “We need to talk” he says assertively. You only look at him with big eyes and stutter out a “I’m late for work” before removing yourself from his grasp.
Yoongi stands there frozen in place. Everything seems to drop into place for him now. The detachment in your eyes, the space between you two now miles. This relationship is hanging by a thread...
You were full of adrenaline as you reached work, not only from running but from the weird morning encounter with Yoongi. You quickly pushed Yoongi out of your mind and walked through the office door. After setting your bag on your chair you grabbed your computer and set off to the meeting room.
After three hours you finally slumped down in your chair a smile adorning your face. A tear of happiness escaped your eye and you wiped it laughing. You got it. You got your position.
You could not contain yourself as you started typing out a message to Yoongi. Your finger stopped right above the send button. The whole world stilled as you deleted the message not wanting to annoy your lover any further. The thought once again made you sad… he didn’t feel like a lover any more…
“Congrats Y/N you were amazing!” Your colleague Hyun clapped you on the back. You turned to him “Oh!” You were startled but recovered “thank you, thank you” you smiled once again. “Great even amazing job on the presentation. Finally, you put that Lee in her place. Please fire her I’m getting tired of listening to her..” he rolled his eyes jokingly and lounged on your desk beside you.
Hyun kept up small talk asking you about the document, your days and finally reaching a topic of a new café down town with famous Japanese buns that you’ve been craving to try.
“That place is bomb! I was there a few times while in Japan they have the most delicious buns I have ever tried” Hyun almost melted on your desk holding his tummy “It’s all I want in life” he closed his eyes theatrically. You laugh boomed through the office at his actions and you held yourself back after receiving some judging glances. “I’m convinced alright stop making a scene someone might kill us” you giggled.
Hyun got serious, straightened up and looked into your eyes “Come with me”. Your giggle stopped in your throat “W-what?” “Come with me to the opening. We can go on Saturday it’s our free day thanks to you” he smiled. “C’mon Y/N we do need to celebrate you somehow” his eyes were full of affection.
Your head was spinning. Hyun has been your good friend for a couple of years in the company. But that’s it, there was never anything more than that. You had never taken your friendship out of the confines of this office and now you were feeling like maybe you wanted it. It was nice having him here at this moment, having someone congratulate you, take interest in you day and laugh together.
You gulped as Hyun got up from your desk a hand on your shoulder “I’ll get back to you” he smiled and walked away. Your eyes followed him and your heart lit up with a possibility of a new friendship.
While you were congratulating with Hyun, Yoongi was having a fight on his own.
Repairing his music was going as NOT smooth as possible. Despite the fact that he had no music, he also had producer Cho on his ass. Cho has not left him alone for the whole day.
Yoongi could deal with Cho being in the studio but he could no longer deal with his shouting and constant nagging, tough Yoongi could not say a thing back.
Apart from Cho, you were also on his mind. The morning encounter, the evening fight all of it pressing him from within. Yoongi wanted to cry. He wanted to cry his whole body out and curl up in your loving arms so you could nurse him to health again. He wanted everything to be alright. But most of all he wanted YOU. He wanted YOU to be alright. The thought made Yoongi tear up and drop his head into his hands for the hundredth time that day.
“Hyung it’s time for practice” Jungkooks voice filled the studio and immediately irritated Yoongi. He let out a groan “yeh I know.” Jungkook slipped into the room leaving the door ajar and and looked around awkwardly “Hyung are you alright?” He laid a comforting hand on Yoongi’s shoulder and Yoongi shot up out of the chair making Jungkook jump back and land awkwardly on the carpet before the couch. “DOES IT LOOK LIKE IM ALRIGHT?! IF YOU DON’T ALREADY SEE NO NOTHING IS ALRIGHT YOU- YOU-UH?!” Yoongi towered over the younger male body shaking with anger. It didn’t take long before all of the members filtered through the door to see what was happening. Namjoon and Jin quickly evaluated the situation and jumped in front of Yoongi making him sit at his chair while Taehyung and Jimin helped a tearful Jungkook up. “What the hell is going on here?! Jungkook are you okey?”the leader tried to bring peace back.
Yoongi glanced around the room eyes meeting Jungkooks. Eyes filled with tears looking up at him, a sight so sad it reminded him of a worse one...
Yoongi was taken over by his emotions once more, he could feel something brewing inside him and he had no idea how he was going to deal with it without you. “Yoongi? Tell us what’s wrong? You’ve been distant for a long time now? Is it Y/N??” Jin’s voice uttering your name was like the final straw in Yoongi’s emotions and he let it all flow.
With his tears flowing down his cheeks all the hardships flowed out too. All six members sitting around now listening to their brother cry out his concerns about his relationship and work.
“And I’m so sorry Jungkook that you happened to probe me at the worst moment. I didn’t mean to dump all of this on you…” Now Yoongi felt embarrassed not only about this Jungkook situation but also about opening to his members up about his emotions and struggles with your relationship.
“Hyung it sounds like the two of you just …grew apart…” Said Hobi and Yoongi’s head shot up to his brother eyes full of fear. “No no no not that way, maybe not grew apart but simply spent too little time together and have simply misunderstood one another’s feelings now. And to be honest time has not been kind to the two of you” Jimin tried to help his friend who looked like he was having a heart attack.
“Jiminie is right, when was the last time you talked with Y/N?” Yoongi fell into deep thought and the members looked at him hoping for an answer. The longer they waited the more scared for their friend they got. Yoongis face went from thinking to breaking in a few seconds and tears once again flowed.
A soft chorus of “Hyung” and “Yoongi” was let out by the boys as they stood from the couch and gathered around Yoongi to hug him and wipe his tears. “Yoongi look at me. Stop crying and go. Find some flowers a nice drink and something delicious then go get your woman and tell her that you love her.” Jin looked sternly into the younger man’s eyes.
Yoongi blinked a few times and nodded his head but then a revelation from yesterday popped back into his mind and he lowered his eyes to the floor again. “What if she doesn’t want me anymore...” he whispered the paralyzing words for the first time and it hit him more than he thought it would. The air got knocked out of Yoongi and the others noticed. “Yah! Stop it hyung!” “Yah go get Y/N! You know she loves you just don’t give up”
It felt like a breath of new air being supported by his brothers and it gave him new bravery to text you.
Yoongi: Hey...
Yoongi: When do you finish work?
Your eyes shot away from the computer and back at your phone when you read the senders name. You gulped and could feel cold sweat coating your body. The text was exactly what you had been expecting for a while. This is it. “Maybe it’s something else, c’mon respond” you thought trying to stop yourself from going into shock.
Y/N: Hi
Y/N: I finish work at 9
Y/N: Why?
Your heart beat fast and out of rhythm as you waited for a response praying for a better one than you have imagined.
Yoongi: I’ll pick you up.
You sat now thoroughly confused by the message. Why would he want to pick you up? Was he at home now? He wouldn’t just break up with you now would he?
If this situation had occurred weeks ago you would have jumped up and down at the thought of your boyfriend being spontaneous, however now it only served to make you nervous. You couldn’t imagine being at such a close proximity with him.
“Y/N did you get my message?” Junhi stood at your door and you awoke from the nightmare that was going on inside your head thanks to your boyfriend. “Ah message? Oh yes yes I got it sorry” you buffered looking at your computer screen trying to find a message.
“Interesting” Junhi chuckles. “Huh..?” You turn to him dishevelled. “I didn’t send you any messages. Are your messages haunted sweets?” Junhi came inside your cubicle and sat on your desk. “Don’t call me that it sounds like we’re dating or something..” you lowered your gaze in disgust.
“That doesn’t sound that bad huh? I could be your work boyfriend? We’d make an office power couple. At least you’d have someone to attend the party with on Friday” he flashed a smile searching your eyes for contact. He locked his eyes on yours finally and you let out a weak chuckle ‘this idiot again…’ . “Is there anything you need help with Junhi?” you asked looking through your documents, only one man on your mind, heartbeat elevated.
Please don’t let this be our end…
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Heartstrings Rewoven
Pairings: Yoongi x reader
Warnings: nothing to warn, just a lot of cuteness, fluff and kiss unless you don't like that.
Word count: 700
In the vibrant streets of Seoul, a tale of friendship and unspoken desires begins to unfold. You and Yoongi have been besties for years, your lives intertwined like the melody and lyrics of a perfectly harmonized song.
As the sun sets, casting a warm golden hue upon the city, you find yourselves perched on a rooftop overlooking the twinkling lights below. The gentle breeze tousles your hair, and a comfortable silence settles between you. The sky is dotted with stars, and although it's chilly out, you aren't bothered by the cool autumn air. In fact, you feel quite at peace.You're so wrapped up in your thoughts that you don't notice a soft voice calling to you from behind you.
"Y/N!" you hear, and then there's a warm body pressed flush against your back. Warm breath fans across the back of your neck before resting just behind your ear. The hairs on the back of your neck stand up, and your heart rate quickens as goosebumps break out over your arms.You glance over your shoulder, smiling softly when you see Yoongi grinning.
"Hey," you say quietly."I've been looking all over for you."Yoongi wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you closer into him. He leans his head down onto yours, inhaling deeply. "Why?"You look away shyly, playing with your fingers as you gaze out into the darkening skyline. " Because I missed you.""Well… I couldn't sleep." You bite your lip, embarrassed. "And it wasn't because I was tired. I…I miss you," you admit."Me too."Your heart flutters at the way he says it, but he pulls back slightly
His eyes meet yours, and you're captivated by the intensity of his gaze. The city lights reflect in his dark orbs, making them shine with a hint of mischief. His voice is low and filled with emotion as he speaks again, "Y/N, there's something I need to tell you."
You hold your breath, anticipation coursing through your veins. The world around you seems to fade away, leaving only the two of you on that rooftop, bound by an unspoken connection.
Yoongi takes a moment to gather his thoughts before he continues, his voice softer now, "I've cherished our friendship for so long, and you mean the world to me. But lately, I've been feeling something more—a longing that goes beyond friendship." His words hang in the air, and he searches your face for a reaction.
A mix of emotions swirls within you, joy and apprehension blending together. You find your voice and reply, "Yoongi, I... I've been feeling the same way. These unspoken desires, the way my heart races when I'm with you—it's been consuming me too."
A tender smile graces Yoongi's lips, and he cups your face gently with his hands. "Y/N, I don't want to lose you. I want to explore this connection, this bond we share. Will you take a leap of faith with me?"
You can't help but mirror his smile, feeling a surge of courage and love. "Yes, Yoongi. I'll take that leap with you. Let's discover what lies beyond friendship together."
In that moment, everything feels right. The world comes alive with possibilities as the unspoken desires that have woven their way through your friendship are finally acknowledged and embraced. With a mixture of excitement and nervousness, you lean in, closing the gap between you, and your lips meet in a gentle, tender kiss.
As your lips touch, it feels like the culmination of years of shared moments, unspoken words, and stolen glances. The world around you fades away once again, and all that matters is the love and connection you've discovered in each other.
From that night on, your friendship blossoms into a beautiful love story. The vibrant streets of Seoul become witnesses to your journey, as you navigate the complexities of love hand in hand, never losing sight of the deep bond that brought you together.
And as you continue to explore the depths of your newfound love, the city's lights illuminate the path ahead, guiding you through the challenges and triumphs that lie in wait. Together, you create your own melody, harmonizing perfectly as your tale of friendship and unspoken desires unfolds, creating a love story that will forever be etched in the streets of Seoul.
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Can someone recommend me yoongi x reader imagines????
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A/N: I was in a bad place mentally and had to prove to myself that I could follow through and finish SOMETHING. So I'm shamelessly posting Lovesick Agent Yoongi with just a smidge of GOT7 thnx.
(Agent! Yoongi x Reader) (Ft. Agent! BamBam for a split second)
Summary: (Angst and Slight Fluff) Yoongi is given a new job, as an expert in stealth and assassination, he has seen and done many things in the field. Although, he knows every dog has its days. It seems he's met his match in more ways than one.
(TW: Mentions of Drugs, Mentions of weapons, Mentions of Death, Mentions of killing and Assassination, Graphic descriptions of death.)
Drabble 1:
He was simple, he always was.
Like clockwork:
“Tick Tock”
He moved his fingers over the pistol, gliding them over the knicks and scrapes in the metal. He thumbed the edge of the holster it was snuggled into, thinking of how many skirmishes he has been in with his trusty, MK23.
He noted how rare it was for him to just sit and reflect like this; it was a strange, yet, welcome feeling. His instincts told him that there wouldn’t be too many more days spent with it in his hands, he just had a feeling about it.
“Tick Tock”
He breathed in deeply, inhaling the smell of the earth around his body. As he had always done, he removed the last of the dirt from the deep pit he had dug. Carefully making sure to dig vertically so as to not draw attention to the plot of earth he had just upturned.
“Tick Tock”
He looked up above him, wiping the beads of sweat from above his eyebrows as he did so. The circle of trees around him rustled in the wind, the sound of the leaves scraping across the forest floor comforted him in a way he couldn’t quite describe. He watched on, the stars shining above him unbothered by useless mortal affairs, twinkling in unison.
Somehow, they reminded him of the fairy lights you had hung up on his patio a few weeks ago. He remembers pitching a fit about them, grumbling about them being a waste of electricity. Though, secretly, he enjoyed the personal touches you added to his space, it made him feel alive.
You, made him feel alive.
“Tick Tock”
He pulled the letter from his jacket pocket, the one that had been dropped in the mail for him a few weeks ago by his agency. It was crumpled and worn; A small wallet-sized picture of a woman was paper clipped onto the outside of it. Its condition was pristine in comparison to the paper.
He still remembered opening it for the first time.
He had just woken up to the sound of his text messages going off, a lone number ‘7’ in the message bubble let him know that his next assignment had been delivered to him. He pulled himself from his sleep-filled stupor, his body aching from his previous assignment.
“Tick Tock”
He pulled himself back to reality and unraveled the paper. Trying his best to stay focused on the task at hand, your photo had fallen into the soft earth beneath his feet. He did not move to pick it up, instead, he stared at the words on the paper. Despite his best efforts, the contents took him back to that first day.
He had placed his long, black hair into a messy bun atop his head that morning, thinking nothing of it as he put his mug into the coffee dispenser. Ripping open the package he had retrieved from his mailbox, he was greeted with a cover letter of sorts it read:
Good Morning AGENT 7, HYBE HQ has asked for your full cooperation on a new project.
YOU HAVE BEEN ASSIGNED A NEW TASK, IF YOU ACCEPT YOU ARE REQUIRED TO COMPLETE THIS TASK IN 1 MONTH’S TIME, FAILURE TO DO SO WILL RESULT IN A BURN NOTICE.
By opening this seal and reading beyond this point, HYBE HQ will take it as your acceptance of this operation, and MIN YOONGI A.K.A “AGENT 7” will be placed under constant surveillance for the next month, and must report back to HQ weekly.
FAILURE TO REPORT BACK TO HQ WEEKLY WILL FOREFIT YOUR AGREEMENT AND CONSTITUTE A ROGUE STATUS, THIS WILL RESULT IN AN IMMEDIATE BURN NOTICE
Yoongi sighed, “Enough with the fucking dramatics.” He groaned in annoyance.
Breaking open the seal of the black manila envelope, he pulled a stack of papers free. His groggy form took in the envelope's contents; His eyes clocked the small, wallet-sized, photo paper clipped to the front of it. His interest was immediately peaked, you were breathtakingly beautiful. In his hands was page after page filled to the brim with crucial life details, he held your death warrant.
TARGET: Y/N, Y/L/N
KNOWN ALIAS(ES): MIDNIGHT OR BLUE
THIS TARGET IS CONSIDERED EXTREMELY DANGEROUS
THREAT LEVEL : 0
(LOW NUMBERS INDICATE INCREASED DIFFICULTY TO AGENTS WHEN RANKED ON A 1-10 SCALE)
PLEASE EXHIBIT EXTREME CAUTION WHEN IN CLOSE PROXIMITY.
SKILL SET: A comprehensive list of known skills is included below. However, It is important to note that:
HYBE does not possess full knowledge of MIDNIGHT's capabilities.
MIDNIGHT is known to fight with an unregistered form of combat. Y/N is speculated to have created a martial arts technique unique to their fighting style.
Through careful analysis, HYBE experts have concluded that it contains mixed forms of martial arts that MIDNIGHT is speculated to have mastered.
MIDNIGHT IS LETHAL IN HAND-TO-HAND COMBAT
MIDNIGHT is said to have ample knowledge of poisons and medicinal remedies. MIDNIGHT often uses this knowledge in close combat against enemies; They have been known to create lethal combinations of incurable and fast-acting poisons to dip their bullets and knives into.
MIDNIGHT has extensive knowledge of various weapons and their uses. They possess the ability to dismantle and use their opponent's weapons against them mid-combat.
TARGET HAS BEEN KNOWN TO ATTACK WITH A PERSONALIZED MK23 PISTOL DECORATED WITH A DARK BLUE COLOR AND HAND-PAINTED STARS.
Avoid direct contact with the Target when possible, Stealth is essential.
ABOVE ALL ELSE
Agent MIDNIGHT is a threat that MUST BE ELIMINATED.
“I love the kind of woman that will actually just kill me.” He mumbled softly, into his favorite mug. A small smirk spread over his face as he took a sip of the black coffee.
“A burn notice, huh?” He thought to himself, he wondered just how detrimental your death was to his agency for them to assign him to you.
They had not only called one of the top seven agents, but they had also risked threatening his life with a Burn Notice. Something they rarely resorted to unless an agent had gone rogue or broken code. He wondered if they had the other top six agents on standby just in case he failed. He wondered if they would be the ones to carry out the hit on him, he had hoped so. This assignment was turning into an interesting one rather quickly.
“Tick Tock”
He watched you for days, waiting for the most organic moment to approach. It just so happened, you had given him an opening at a concert. He was dressed casually, an oversized black shirt and ripped blue jeans adorned his slender body.
He had paired his attire with his favorite pair of black Converse and silver jewelry. A small silver chain hung around his neck, with silver rings adorning each hand. He made sure to have his tattoo sleeves on full display, intricate artwork trailed up his arms, hiding the harsh secrets of his trade beneath them.
Your file described men with an “Alternative” style as your type and he wanted to stand out in all the ways that would have mattered to you; He still remembers the moment you locked eyes from across the dingy little dive bar.
He’d be lying if he said his heart hadn't skipped a few beats.
There you stood beneath the shitty lighting, a drink in one hand and your middle finger sticking out at the man in front of you. You stuck out your tongue at him, the sliver piercing on it glinting in the light. He was more than interested, the dude in front of you stomped away in anger. He knew his chance was now or never.
He wished that he had told himself to stop before you had gotten a chance to disrupt his life.
“Tick Tock”
You came into his life like a whirlwind, at first it was strictly business. He sweet-talked you, making you listen to sweet nothings as he spoke about fake adventures and very real feelings.
You spoke to him of your “Adventures” as well. When he would ask questions to deepen his understanding of your psyche, you would grow tense. Over and over again, he received the same responses that were delivered with a practiced ease.
You'd tell him that you had lived a million different lives, but you were sure this one had brought you to him for a reason. Each time you said that, you’d offer him a stunning smile that never quite reached your eyes. If he had been a “normal man”, he wasn't sure if he would have caught it.
Still, he thinks of the night it all changed for him.
You had just gotten home from another rave, one that you had forced him to accompany you to. He had been annoyed at first but figured that it would help give him an opening to kill you without having to fight you. He had gone with a hopeful mind, his knives concealed in a holster strapped around his ankle. He barely remembers the night, a drug-fueled haze clouds his vision when he tries.
You had just taken something, and he watched as you placed another small pill on your tongue. Pulling it back into your mouth and you smiled, your face filled with mirth…and something else he couldn’t quite place his finger on. It was a split second of vulnerability, then your carefully crafted mask was back up.
You reached out and pulled him in by the lapels of his leather jacket. He stumbled forward, his chest meeting yours halfway, and before he could protest, you had locked your lips with his. Your tongues clashed as the beat of the music pulsed in the background, the cold metal of your piercing against his tongue made him shiver.
You made sure to make him swallow whatever you had taken, and when you pulled away, your faces were flushed. You were both out of breath, and the tension was thick between you. There were hundreds of people around you, though, it felt as if you were the only two there.
He felt you shift under his intense gaze. In a brief moment of clarity, it dawned on him...you had planned this from the start.
You had picked the perfect place to test your theory, there was no way for him to throw up the unknown drug. The Rave was held in an abandoned warehouse with hundreds of other people, and he couldn’t risk leaving your side and losing the opportunity to strike. He also couldn't risk proving your suspicions of him correct.
The way you effortlessly played mind games served as a reminder of how dangerous you were. He couldn't afford to be inebriated around you.
The effect was almost immediate, things were amplified on this particular drug. He could feel the beat pulsing through his body. He watched the people around him become blurred, sweaty bodies danced against each other, and he could feel the sweat against his skin.
It was too much, too overwhelming.
He reached his hand out for yours, searching for some kind of familiarity, in hopes that it would ground him. The feeling of vulnerability made his heart race and processing this emotion was far beyond his capabilities. He was fighting to stay sane among the sea of people.
He felt weightless as he moved towards you. Somehow amid the drug taking effect and his subsequent disorientation, You had maneuvered your way to another part of the building. He stumbled towards your body, reaching for your hand and missing you by mere seconds.
He blinked and you slipped away from him in the crowd.
He tried to remain calm, but he couldn’t seem to get ahold of himself. Time seemed to stall, there he stood in the middle of hundreds of strangers. His body was trembling against his better judgment.
He had to find you and get out, quickly, but you were gone. He had failed his mission and The Burn notice would be issued for him after he told the director of his Failure to execute MIDNIGHT. If the Top Six didn’t kill him first, he was sure that he was going to die of a panic attack right there.
It was at that moment that he felt the gentle touch of a warm palm on his shoulder. He flipped around quickly, grabbing the hand that landed on him with an iron grip. He pulled the owner of the palm in close and there you stood, a look of confusion on your face.
“Are you okay?” You asked, a look of mild concern lacing your delicate features.
“No, please don’t do that. Don’t give me that look.” He begged internally. He doesn’t remember how long he stood there with your wrist in his hand, taking in each detail of your face. He only remembers pulling you, his savior, into a tight embrace. His racing heart slowly calmed itself, and he felt his shoulders sag in relief.
“You came back.” He whispered.
“Of course I did, I never left.” You mumbled back.
He doesn't remember much from that night, like where his Knives had gone or who bought whom tacos later that night, but he remembers the passionate love affair that followed.
He thought of those long nights and early mornings with you.
The lovemaking and the long-winded, 3 am talks, with no real point other than to hear each other speak. Those moments had made him giddy, butterflies would rise in his stomach at the thought of you. Something he had never had happen before. He was learning a lot about you, things that had not been mentioned in the papers he was given.
You told him personal things, knowledge that seemed detrimental to who you were as a person. You told him about how your favorite pass time was to chart the stars and map constellations. How, when you were a kid, the only way to find your father’s secluded home was by using the Andromeda Constellation, which was only visible an hour before dawn.
How you only felt comfortable moving and living by the moonlight, because in your words, “the stars raised you.” He even loved hearing useless facts, like how your favorite shirt was a thrift find that read “BUSH DID 9/11.” In bold black lettering.
He remembers you caressing his tattoos, touching the raised skin with a tenderness he had long forgotten. He had gotten them years ago to cover the countless visible scars he had gotten from his extreme training and harsh missions. It was easier to try and forget them when there was nice art on his body, he could pretend to be somewhat normal.
You kissed each scar littering his arms, complimenting them with a fervor he wasn’t sure he deserved. Your delicate touch and sweet words made him feel like a person again. A talent he was sure only you possessed and like the simple man he was, he had fallen deeply in love.
It was almost as if you had seen right through his shitty little charade all along. He wasn’t “Agent 7” around you; He was, and always had been, Min Yoongi.
You had brought color into his dull and monotonous routine. A routine he hadn't even realized he was trapped in until you had come rushing in. It was as if he blinked and suddenly, weeks had gone by. The Month was drawing to a close, like a moth to a flame, he hadn't even realized when he had started to seek out your warm presence.
It wasn’t until his assignment director slapped him with a dose of reality.
“Contact with the Target, codename MIDNIGHT has been established. How will you proceed Agent 7?” The cold monotone voice had droned on. He had heard that voice many a time, though, something about it unsettled him this time.
Yoongi stared at the screen listlessly, the silence deafening as the harrowing realization dawned on him. He had forgotten his mission, he had forgotten that you were the enemy. How could a fool like him allow that to happen?
“Agent 7, How will you proceed moving forward?” The director asked again, her flat tone slightly aggravated and impatient this time.
Yoongi snapped his head up, making eye contact with the director. “Accordingly.” He grumbled before abruptly ending the video call.
“Tick Tock”
You were incapable of love, he could see how detached you were from him, from your reality. Though, he had hoped the 4 short weeks had spent with you was enough to change your mind. He couldn't bring himself to harm the only woman he would ever love.
He laughed to himself, he liked to think that you had left him hints about how you truly felt. He’d like to believe that some part of you had tried to leave him room to judge who you were. He still feels as though he had become a fool. A simple little fool blinded by his love for you, that much was clear from the way he allowed you to slip past his defenses so easily…so quickly.
He loved You; He needed You…Not the other way around.
Silently, he hoped that what little courage he had to say it to you would manifest itself tonight.
“Tick Tock”
He shook his head, removing those thoughts from his brain. Pulling his phone out of his back pocket, he checked the time.
“11:55 p.m., July 31st.” He mumbled. Though there was no real sense of urgency in his voice, death loomed over him, like a mother watching her baby in its cradle. He had known it was time, he and death were old friends at this point.
“They’ll be coming for me soon.” He thought to himself. Digging his hands into the soft earth around him, he gathered his strength to hoist himself up onto the surface. Right before he launched himself up, he saw a hand reach itself into the deep pit, the mysterious hand was outstretched towards him.
He jumped back, no one should have known where he was, it was a secluded forest area owned by HYBE, and no one could know…unless..they were a field Agent.
He had braced himself for impact, “A burn notice this early?” He thought to himself, he was confused since they usually went into effect 30 minutes after being issued. He quickly fumbled for his gun. He wasn’t going to go down without a fight, not yet. He prepared for the worst until he heard your soft timbre. The sound of your voice graced his ears and a flood of goosebumps erupted over his entire body.
“Y/n.” He said softly, his shoulders sagging in relief, though the alarm bells that had set in still lingered.
“Yoongi, pass me the shovel, it’ll be easier to climb out if you grab onto it and I pull you up.” You whispered. Wriggling your fingers at him, your face peeked over the edge of the hole.
He wanted to ask you a million questions, but he couldn’t seem to find the words when he needed them. He knew it was an awful idea to pass you the shovel. Every part of his instincts shouted at him to listen, but he obliges anyway, unable to express his reservations about your plan. He launched it up, your hand gripping onto it and pulling it over the ledge.
You backed away from the ledge and he feels a familiar shift in the air. He swallowed the lump in the back of his throat, tamping down the unpleasant feelings beginning to surface. He knew what came next, though he had vehemently hoped that it wasn’t the case.
You were the one he wanted to love, he hoped you would give him the chance to say that, but, from the looks of it, he didn’t believe that lady luck was on his side today.
“Tick Tock”
The sound of a gun clicking filled the air.
His vision of the moon and stars was obscured by the barrel of a suppressor. The dark blue gun attached to it stood out even in the darkness and the hand-painted stars glinted in the moonlight. He sighed, making eye contact with you. There was no hesitation, no fear in his eyes as he watched your movements.
“You’re so smart Min, and it makes me fucking sick.” You said, your voice cold and calculated. “You knew this whole time, didn’t you?-” you whispered. Yoongi registered the slight tremble in your hand, “Who I was and what I was after…”
He smiled one of those bright, gummy, smiles that made your heart skip a beat every time. You swallowed hard. “Agent Midnight, let's not play stupid.” He said, his deep timbre ringing out into the night air.
Goosebumps erupted all over your body. His face showed no signs of distress, just a tinge of sadness and something akin to disappointment. The knowledge that you put that emotion on his face was causing a reaction of sorts in your mind.
It pissed you off to no end that he was the sole cause of your wavering emotions. There wasn’t a moment you could remember feeling like this. You don't remember feeling at all really; You hadn’t been given the chance to understand what love was…You weren’t capable of it, that's what made you such a wonderful field agent.
“Agent 7, it's wonderful to finally meet you. I’m Agent 0.” You said, voice slightly trembling as you revealed your true identity.
Yoongi's mask of indifference broke as the realization that his mission was doomed from the start dawned on him.
“The ever-elusive rogue, Agent 0, huh?” He chuckled. “Humbled, truly.” He said, his tone devoid of all emotion as he realized just how powerful of an enemy you were.
You were a legend of sorts at HYBE HQ. When “the numbers” were initially recruited, There were 10 total. They were all ranging from 0-10 based on their skill set. The lower the number, the higher the rank in the agency. He knows this because he had been recruited as one. Numbers rarely met each other in the field unless it was needed.
Of course, you had been seen as an all-star of sorts. Your knowledge was endless; Rumors of you being the "Angel of Death" had circulated during your stay at HYBE. No one knew what you looked like, only that you worked the most dangerous missions, and if you were assigned to a group mission, success rates skyrocketed.
You were an important and valuable asset…a dangerous and volatile one to possess for any agency.
It's said that after one particularly harsh mission, your psyche broke. After your stint in Budapest on a solo mission, you had come back changed. During your few weeks there, they lost contact with you, and with no way of finding out what happened to you, they had branded your mission compromised, and you were given the title MIA.
They sent search parties in an attempt to recover your remains. However, every party they sent returned gravely injured, If they returned at all.
HYBE was at a loss. During this time, they had done their best to cover up the largest fuck-up they had ever had. Any records of your existence were wiped from their systems. The few who remembered you were forced to sign NDAs and anyone who did not cooperate with HYBE was branded a rogue and executed on sight.
Eventually, they stopped sending search parties and assigned the other “numbers” to the mission instead. These were people you had trained with at some point or another, and they had the futile hope that maybe you would be receptive to their mind games. They started with 10, the least valuable asset HYBE had in their top agents, still deadly and capable.
His body was recovered only hours after entering Budapest, he was beheaded and burned to a crisp, and nothing but his charred remains were found. The only thing left to identify him was a single tooth lodged into the back of his throat from blunt force trauma.
His skull was fractured from what they were certain was a kick to the face, and the tooth was left on purpose; It was a warning. Despite this, they sent 2 more agents. 9 stood no chance, his remains were never recovered, and it's still unknown what happened to him. 8… well, you eventually did come back with her.
You had crashed into the front of the agency with your Black 1974 Chevelle SS, it's also said that the car was your one and only prized possession. You had mowed down almost everyone in your path, leaving a wake of blood and destruction from driving it through the front gates.
Everyone who lived to see it said you walked out of the wreckage gracefully; your body unscathed. In tow, you had the newly deceased Agent 8, her body was almost unrecognizable.
You had dragged her twisted and mangled frame through the halls of HYBE. Her body flailing about behind you like a child holding her ragdoll. You paraded her around like a grotesque trophy, to serve as a grim reminder of who you were and what you were capable of. Those who didn’t know of you or your infamy were running around to find weapons to retaliate. Those who knew better were hiding, praying for a swift death.
It's said that you dragged her all the way up to the Head Office and kicked open the door. You launched her body in, throwing it onto the desk of HYBE’s CEO before slamming what remained of the door shut.
It's still unknown what happened behind that door to this day, but minutes later you came barreling out, exchanging gunshots with the best of the best throughout the corridors of HQ.
Everyone in that room was maimed, everyone except for you. Those who had worked closely with you since your initial recruitment said that you were different... almost deranged. Any traces of humanity left were gone and your once aloof and easygoing demeanor had simply, vanished. No one in that room knew where you had been, what you had seen, or endured.
As quickly as the assault on HQ had begun, it ended, and You had disappeared once more without a trace. Yoongi had been next to go up against you, though he had never actually met you in person. The day he was to be briefed about his mission, you had attacked. 7 Agents remained, and HYBE refused to take any more casualties.
“Tick Tock”
“Y/N, you’re the one killing agents right?” You were quiet, your eyes zeroed in on his. He then heard another rustle in the distance. “You’re being watched, aren’t you?” He mouthed. Your eyes shifted in response. You stood there, the silence tense and filled with unsaid words, you were waiting for midnight, you were mere seconds away from finishing your mission.
“Midnight, finish the job so I can report back to HQ.” A man's voice sounded from the trees.
“It’s 11:59, hold your fucking horses BamBam, I have a reputation to uphold.” You snap back, your voice was even and calm.
“Right, right, you only kill at midnight." He said, nodding his head. "Well, IT'S FUCKING MIDNIGHT, MIDNIGHT.” He whisper shouted. "And I don't feel like being caught in enemy territory over your reputation." You flicked him off, never turning around to gauge his reaction.
“Tick Tock”
You looked away from where yoongi stood, his pleading gaze was hurting your heart. Without any more hesitation, you pulled the trigger. A small “fwip” noise filled the air as you did so.
A burning pain shot through Yoongi’s body, it was unlike anything he had ever felt before, it was excruciating. It was then, that he remembered the papers he was given. You dipped all your bullets in poison, his death would be quick but agonizing. He bit his tongue, not wanting to show weakness in his last moments. He never moved to reach for his gun, he would allow you to hurt him, but he couldn’t bring himself to hurt you.
He slumped down in the hole, his vision was going blurry, and he could feel his heart rate slowing. His gaze never wavered, making sure to keep you in his sight. He watched as your figure doubled and he mouthed out three of the last words he would ever say before he allowed death’s embrace to swallow him whole.
“I love you.” He choked out.
He watched your blurry visage mouth out five distinct words. “I love you too, yoongi.” and just like that his world faded to black, with a sad smile spread across his face.
“It's done.” You grumbled, looking away from the hole.
It made you visibly ill to watch him writhe in agony, something that was never an issue before; You would have nightmares about this for sure. You pulled a small barely visible paper from your pocket and tossed it into the hole, and it landed with a small thud on his chest.
“Good Job Midnight lets's report back to HQ and get you that promotion.” with that, you left the only man you would ever love behind, his body cramped into a grave he had dug himself.
“Tick Tock”
Shortly after, a group of men found his body. Shaking their heads at their fallen comrade.
“Midnight took another one,” Agent 1 mumbled, he was used to cleaning up after Agent 0 by now, he just didn’t expect Agent 7 to fall so easily. After checking the body for a pulse he confirmed Agent 7’s death. He let out a ‘tsk’ noise, the frustration setting in since he had kind of looked forward to the thrill of hunting Agent 7. “Come on, let's report to HQ about his failure and collect the Burn Notice reward.” They all moved quickly, racing to get back to HYBE to collect the reward.
“Tick Tock”
An hour later, Yoongi’s body shifted. He woke up with a strangled gasp. Groaning as he touched his body with a panicked fervor. It felt like a massive bus had landed on top of him, and his chest was burning from how quickly his heart was pumping. The paper on his chest was the first thing he grasped as his confusion set in, he should be dead. He felt you kill him, he. should. be. dead.
He fumbled with the small folded note, yanking it open in hopes it would have answers. Your distinct handwriting was on it, it read as follows:
“I hope you can forgive me for hurting you. I shot you at a non-vital point with a bullet coated in a poison I designed myself, I named it “Lover’s Paradise.” It's meant to paralyze you for several hours and place you in a sleep so deep that your heart rate is essentially undetectable. Anyone who sees you would classify your body as deceased.
Min yoongi, you’ve been dramatic since I met you. I have tried countless times to kill you since we met. I knew who had sent you and why. I knew who you were from the moment we met at the Dive bar. Still, I couldn't bring myself to hurt you. (despite my best efforts) Instead, I tried to make myself hard to love, I tried to keep you at arm's length. Though, somehow, you broke through my defenses. Your effortless way of loving me despite my flaws is what made me love you. I never lied to you, I showed you parts of me I thought had been killed and buried long ago. So, If you know what’s good for you, you won’t accept my invitation.
You make me believe in love Min Yoongi, I'd like to explore that part of myself with you, in hopes that it won't backfire. I’ll wait for you in Budapest, I’m leaving a nondescript code I hope you’ll be smart enough to decipher on your own. I’ll wait as long as it takes, If you decline, hope you’ll allow me to love you freely in our next life together.
Yours and yours only, Y/N Y/L/N
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Yoonseon era
Summary: getting to know yoongi seem to just confuse you further, it's even more hard to not see him in a different light when he keeps showing you sides of him that you don't think people are aware of.
The tenses is about to increase when yoongi decides to reveal his love language.
Warning: fluff, yoongi being a softie and I am getting hella warm just thinking about how cute he is being, reader is having mood swings, yoongi is being concerned and let's see, mention of painful cramps, nothing that i find triggering.
Word count: 4.8k
Side note: i kinda heavily edited this one too and have to do same to the upcoming chapter after this which I will be uploading today. I hope you guys enjoy this.
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It has been nearly a month since you came here, your phone died down on you by the end of the very first week of your arrival to this place. A month taught you alot about how things worked around here, the maids were still a touch overbearing but you have made them break out of it alot of times.
You tried this whole time to grasp as much about yoongi as you could, he might have been considered a tyrant but he was a good king, People said He was dangerous but he never was quite oblivious of his duty to his people, he made sure his subjects were fed, crime was not out of hand, judgment was fair. He was exactly tyrant or perhaps people of this time really needed to see a tyrant King, however people feared yoongi and who didn't fear him respected no matter how small that number of people was it was enough to keep yoongi in control of his empire and running it nicely. You had come to admired how he was so serious to his duties instead of being selfish like anyone would expect of a person like him.
He was still cold according to people but you had seen some sides of him that the world seem to be unaware off and you weren't exactly in a hurry to let the world see it, you had been having meals with him every since and that was the time you told him about how things worked in future, it had to be one of the most fun time of your day since you came here, how couldn't it be when the whole time you got to see him giving you beautiful big doe eyes, his expression so intriguing that you often couldn't fight back a smile of appreciation, you were sure that if Shakespeare would have been korean instead of English, he would have wrote poetries about yoongi's beauty and the best part of yoongi was that scar of his.
It wasn't hideous some might think it looked hideous but if you were to describe it, the scar was actually a part of him that showed his bravery, it was a medal that was supposed to be wore with pride, it was a part of his past that was like a siren call pulling you towards him even more.
Anyhow, yoongi seems to be really curious of the future life, maybe being a king made him even more interested, he had been very much intergruied by the theory of government and how the whole power thing worked in future, although he had scoffed at the idea of democracy he still found some of the rules interesting. You would occasionally talk about your life to him, how you were brought up and what you wanted to do. Yoongi would always listen with such devotion that your heart couldn't stop making you think of him in so many other ways. You couldn't see him in the same light as his subjects, you knew he was far too wronged by everyone, a man who has to live according to people's own prejudice towards him when he has nothing to be at fault for. That one bitter thought leaving a sour taste in your heart, you heart yearned about how he became who he was today.
But he never once talked about his family or how his childhood was, he had always laughed and gave you a smile of adornment when you had talked about how much of a headache you were as a child. That had made your heart flutter a lot more times than his secretive past had sting, however Him being a total different person to how people describe him when he was around you made you think less and embarrassed yourself infront of him more. you had even started to bond better although ironically no other romantic moment was gifted to you ever since the garden one.
You like to consider it as you guys were friends, he had taken your advice on a lot of matter and it has also reached your ears that people are starting to change their opnion about him, The gossip about you being his mysterious love interest has also been circulating since day two when some of the maids saw you guys taking a walk near the lake while you both were trying to push each other into the lake, let's just say yoongi was actually a goofball in all true form.
You had been curious since the start about how he got that scar on his face, although you didn't dare to ask him cause it seemed like a very harsh memory that you wouldn't want him to talk about , you were also dubious that you were not that close yet or certainly never would be, no matter how bad that made it sting, that was the truth an undeniable one at that. Not Letting your feelings grow you decided to just delude yourself in thinking that you were merely intrigued by him and that scar, So to suffice your burn of curiosity you resorted to the most convenient option gossips, and who could be better reliable for it than someone who was there through the whole unfold of events, head lady shin served as the perfect source she recounted for you about how the previous king was a loved one, both of yoongi's parents were a love match.
their love story was quite swoon worthy his mother was the daughter of a botanist and yoongi father had a knack for plants leading to both of their meeting and then a marriage that was opposed by few nobles. Hearing that you were sure that the garden yoongi had was something even more personal than you had thought of it to be, it left you wondering if you would ever even know about what true possession it was, what his parents and his life was, his parents were madly in love and within a year in their marriage had yoongi.
they were the perfect happy family, yoongi was probably the pampered child and your heart had almost melted when you had imagined a chubby little one throwing tantrums but when you learned that upon yoongi turning 8 an assassination took place which resulting in his parents death your whole heart crashed you literally shut off on hearing that piece of information.
the person who was behind this whole assassination was some king who was enemies with yoongi's father, he didn't killed yoongi though and you couldn't help the tears already thinking of the 8 years old who was orphaned in an instant, the child who would have the seen the whole living nightmare.the child who was sent to some other place as of an exile, the child who knew affection being given a life of loneliness, you wanted to scream or cry on his behalf feeling anger prick at your skin over how could even people consider him tyrant when he was in all honesty a victim. rumors had it that when yoongi came back the scar was already there on his face and he was no longer an innocent pity child he was a 18 years old psycho burning for revenge which he did take, he killed his parents criminal with his own hands.
The death of the king was done so heinous that people shudder just at the mere mention of it, though it wasn't disclosed to you, you didn't actually felt remorse for the enemy king, it may have left a dark twisted glimpse to the old you but this version of you who knew what yoongi was like, the one who had seen the affectionate side of him, the one who knew that he had to keep a facade up all day long didn't feel pity or sympathy for anyone aside yoongi. After that revenge, yoongi took over the regin and had been ruling since then but you knew that just claiming what was rightfully his wasn't enough, call it insanity but you could actually feel the unsatisfactory of the whole turn of events.
Not letting the feeling get the best of you, You asked the head lady about how he got the scar all she told you was that nobody knew exactly how some say it was done by a bear who yoongi had combated with and had taken down, some say it was done by the king who killed his parents, some even say that yoongi himself did that just to keep it as a reminder of how he lost his parents.
Whatever you heard just left you feeling even more drawn to yoongi, ofcourse he was no good guy he had killed more people than you had seen within this little while of time spent here and he was strict even the slightest of mistake was taken as a huge sin by him. But you couldn't even feel a single ounce of fear when you were beside him, not when all he had ever done is sheilding you from any possible hurt verbal or physical.
he felt like...a safe place, you had not seen him do anything extreme dark but you were slightly doubtful that it would do nothing to scare you away, but to play safe you preferred not to getting involved into politics here because you were really not someone who could handle how things worked around here.
All in all he was a tyrant no doubt but there was some light within him and that's all you wanted to keep focusing on. Blame the dark romance book your read but you would rather have a villan than a hero.
You guys were getting along just good, you weren't going to be stupid and bring a wall between you. You were losing count of how many days you had been here which was lucky solved by the arrival of your periods always punctual to visit you after every 25 - 30 days.
That was why you were currently in your room cluchting your stomach and moaning in pain, additional to this your mood was pissed beyond pissed caused you didn't had a proper pad, you didn't even knew which Era you were in and there were no freaking pads!, so at last you had to arrange for something that could be used as a pad and thanks to the hack you once saw on your Instagram that you were able to make something somewhat similar to a pad. It still left you pissed, if anger was illustrated by animation there would have been a Grey cloud with lighting striking on top of your head.
"Lady y/n his highness will be expecting you for lunch." Lady shin informed making you roll your eyes, that would be the last thing you would want to be concerned about when you were literally similar to a fish without water, "tell him I won't be able to join him." You instructed turning to the other side and closing your eyes, you didn't mean to be rude but periods has its ways to bring out the worst in you and make you be a bitch. "wouldn't he question about the reason?" One of the other maid, yona said she was somewhere around your age and you had actually started to consider her as a friend. However her words currently didn't help, if anything it just made you clench your jaw in annoyance.
"Just tell him I am a bit under the weather." You stated waving your hand but ended up gritting your teeth as your cramps start to act up, it was silent for a few minutes as they left you alone to rest. Your cramps had started to get worst and worst never in your life had you faced extremely painful cramps, you had always had minimal one and when the pain became unbearable you were quick on gulping down a pain killer. That idea seem to not be valid for today, so you had no other choice than to suck it up and be a woman. Males they say are strong, giving them a one time try on periods cramp and then we will see who are actually strong.
"Yona." You called out not able to hold yourself still anymore, yoh sat up as you untied your hairs that were braided and used the scrunchie you had to tie your hairs atop In a lose bun. You felt glad that you had landed hear with you tourist bag which had all you stuffs in it, Your clothes, some of your other Essentials.
it had came in handy when you were telling yoongi about your world and he even had requested you for a few things so that he could ask his workers to try making them. Like the clothes they could be made same went for rubber bands and scrunchies, you even helped them make a full length mirror that was now settled on a corner in you room and was currently displaying the messed up state you were in, you looked like shit but who cares.
"You need something lady y/n?" Yona asked as she entered inside with a small smile gracing her lips making you frown, "before that how many more times am I to tell you to not call me that?" You pointed folding your arms and scowling at her, she just gave you a sheepish grin making you shake your head with a dismissive sigh, making friends with ladies of old times was fun they said, now you know not to trust kdramas a little too much. Stifling another frustrated sigh you decided to speak.
"can you ask the cook to heat up some raw rice and wrap it in a cloth and bring me that." You requested her and she opened her mouth slightly looking curious but nodded anyway probably thinking about missteping all those boundaries that lady shin talks about, "Don't worry I will show you what it's for." You assured her chuckling at her curiosity while she just gave you an apprehensive grin.
Once you were done with the instructions and yona had left you looked around the room trying to distract your mind, you definitely were going to skip lunch. You definitely not felt like eating with how bad your stomach was being, you wanted to curse at your ovaries but then again that wouldn't change a thing. You could try reading or maybe painting wait did you even knew how to paint using the old equipment,it would be a good distraction though but that could also make your sour mood even more sour but- You were cut off from your train of thoughts by a knock on your door, which made you look up at the same time as you shouted a come in.
What an unusual sight!
you didn't expected to see yoongi standing there looking at you with concern written all over his face, your mind racing a kilometre a minute just with the sight of his face you were sure you heart was still beating your brain on that marathon, you smiled nonetheless at the sight of him waving your hand at him as he closed the door behind him and walked to where you were.
You patted the place beside you and he was quick to take a seat next to you, how indecent even this was according to people's of his time but you didn't care, you wanted to know though what would people have to say if they saw yoongi and you right now. "I heard you were sick." He sounded a little too worried which made you chuckle slightly, "not exactly sick but just a little under the weather maybe." You stated giving him an assuring smile while he assessed you as if not able to believe your words. His gaze was so dark and serious that your insides shivered by the merely look in them, your period hormone controlled brain taking you to all the horny edges.
"What?" You laughed awkwardly praying for your cheeks to not give you out but you doubted that considering you could actually feel the warmth spreading all over your body, yoongi shrugged frowning a little looking extremely displeased, "you don't believe me?, i am completely fine yoongi, it's nothing big." You assured him placing your hand on his shoulder and giving it an reassuring squeeze, the way yoongi's eyes assessed made your stomach flip but that look of disappointment left an unsettling feeling within you, your brain now catching up to the fact that you looked like shit and self consciousness burning your cheeks brighter.
"Then why didn't you join me for lunch?" His question drew you out he sounded little whine and you bit back a smile, he was such a goofball and the worst part was he was totally unaware of that fact, God you could squish him right now, shower his face with kisses...okay let's stop right there, "I didn't wanted you to catch an.. infection ?" You weren't even sure why you were lying, but you weren't really sure if he had any idea about periods or not and this was the best your brain could do with the tense in your mind and stomach increasing with his gaze that was unwavering.
"You are lying." He grounded out making you looked at him with a surprised expression, you were a bit taken aback when you saw how his eyes hardened and a look of pain took over his face making you feel guilty for some reason. Ofcourse you shouldn't have lied to him but was telling him even an option?
"Don't you dare to tell me other wise, i have been here with you for some time now and you haven't coughed or sneezed once what else could cause an infection." He was quick at pointing out things and even was a good observer never a surprise considering he was a ruler, you didn't know how to answer him but still opened your mouth only to clench your jaw right after it as your lower abdomen felt like your heart was beating there instead of your chest. A sharp pain shooting through your body and making you grit your teeths in pain.
You placed a hand on your stomach out of reflex while you tried to take deep breathes, "are you okay?" Yoongi's deep voice which was almost shrieking made your attention turn to him, your mind returning from the pain haziness to administer the fact that you weren't alone you bit your lower lip nodding your head not wanting to worry him, "hold on a moment let me call for the royal physician." He announced all you comfort thaat had arrived just for a second leaving, your eyes widen when he got up from his spot, you quickly latched onto his hand trying to stop him. You breathed in ready to speak thinking he would understand the meaning behind your hold on him but seems like he miss interpreted it to be a pain reflex.
you wanted to stop him but Too late he already had called for the head eunuch, who seem to have been standing just outside the door and walked in as quick as you blinked. "Bring over the royal physician." He instructed while you looked between him and the eunuch, you knew what went through the eunuch's brain at the possible contact between you and yoongi but you were too fucked up to give a fuck about him, all you attention was currently on the man who was acting totally ridiculous.
"yoongi no!" You exclaimed in disapproval trying to stop him, making both him and the head eunuch look at you. You were sure to the watcher's eyes this very scene had a whole new angle which said that yoongi was fucking you and had caused a little secret but honestly you were overthinking or maybe you weren't thinking, what the hell was going on here in the first place, you were beyond frustrated and where the damn did yona go?!
"Don't you dare to tell me you aren't in pain, I can see it clear on your face." Yoongi scolded you giving you a shake of his head reminding you where you were,b he was right you were almost on the verge of moaning out in pain, you breathe a little labored and your teeths clenched. Why the fuck were you having such bad cramps?, or was it always this worst and you never noticed caused you took painkillers?, whatever it was this just might give you a whole different level of second hand embarrassment and you are way too sensible to live up to that.
Before you could put in another disapproval the eunuch had left the room with him you had to bid goodbye to your senses too cause no way in hell were you going to be able to live up to the embarrassment minutes away, yoongi distracted you from every sane thought of yours that at the moment was screaming in anger, he sat down infront of you and he looked hesitant but that look on his eyes was speaking volumes too much volumes for someone who was apparently was experiencing the worst pain she had ever had in life, talk about giving birth huh maybe you would pass on that.
You almost sobbed when yoongi's rough hands cupped your face too softly that you sighed in a little relief, you looked at him with tha exhaustion that was starting to weight down on you, his face was one of clear concern, his brows furrowed while his lips were slightly parted and there were wrinkles forming on the side of his eyes as he narrowed them looking at you, you wanted to reach forward and sooth those wrinkles down but you doubt they were gonna go anywhere until he was sure that you were healthy and perfectly fine. Even in this whole chaos your eyes were once again drawn to the scar you just wanted to gentle trace it with you finger maybe even kiss it, see how it feels against your lip.
"Tell me truthfully where does it pain?" He questioned his voice was a comforting wishper, it left you doubting if you had be cared for like this since forever, you wanted to cry blame it on periods but you really wanted to cry when he questioned you like that. "yoongi." That's all you could manage to whisper softly, another word and you bet you would be crying an ocean for fucked up reasons, you closed your eyes leaning into his touch, what the heck was he doing with you heart?, did you even had your heart with yourself anymore or was it his already, you couldn't help the slight prick in your tear glands when the ironic truth over took your heart.
"you can tell me." Yoongi sounded so soothing when he assured you encouraging you with a smile, you smiled back placing your hand over his, a pinch to your heart making you want to laugh at his assurance, will he still be this kind if you told him what he was starting to make you feel.
"I am totally fine yoongi, trust me I am not sick it's just..it's.." you couldn't complete your words the door was being knocked again, a sigh ignited from your chest, you both pull away from each other with a blush coating your cheeks but your heart was a little heavy, you weren't able to even feel embarrassed or any other emotions as another wave of pain shot through your stomach making you Groan.
Great now it gets even more difficult to convince yoongi that you didn't needed a doctor, you wanted to roll your eyes but the exhaustion was real and the frustration let's not talk about that.
"your highness." The unfamiliar voice made your head shot up towards the source, your eyes widen in panick as you were met with the sight of a man nearly in his 50s, this just keeps getting better and better. You had to be one of the luckiest or unlucky woman to have to explain periods infront of a 50 years old man and a king, you would have made a sarcastic comment had the situation not be so serious.
"Yoongi I don't need a doctor." You stated with a firm shake of your head the similar of which was yoongi's reply. Either this man was going to be the death of you or vice versa, he matched you on being stubborn and that always had it's way of crawling up your ass.
"You will have to leave the room your highness, I will see to what the problem is." The physician said made your brows furrow while you glared at him and then at yoongi who just nodded and got up from his seat, you no way in hell are gonna let this show on any further.
"oh hell no, I am perfectly fine there is no need to see to anything." You objected crossing your arms while the old man seem to choke on his spit at your outraged behavior or thee fact that you just blasphemy, yoongi just glared at you which your shrugged off. The older really might be having a heartattack seeing the way you were competing yoongi's glare.
"Oh really you call groaning like that completely fine or the way you have .." you cut him off by suddenly shouting not able to hold the dam of emotions back anymore, "because I am having my periods you dimwit!" You shouted making both of them look at you with puzzled expression.
"what is periods?" Yoongi questioned looking between you and the physician, any other time you loved when yoongi asked you questioned this time you were feeling nothing but rage, yoongi might have considered that maybe the physician knew the answer to it, He did just not the term you used. You didn't wanted to speak out about this men forbidden topic honestly you didn't even know why you were trying to hide this in the first place, you never had done this before but you never had been in some another era ever before.
"My monthly course if that's what you guys call it." You announced grumbling making both of the males face turn bright red while you just scoffed at the sight of them, so much for brave men. "What about the pain?" Yoongi questioned more like himself but maybe he spoke out his thoughts because the look on his face after spilling those words were of a bit cringe and had you not been recovering from a fire mood you would have admired it or teased him.
"it's common your highness not a big deal, nothing to worry about." The physician explained In a dismissive voice and that's the last straw your head snap in his direction so fast that you were sure you would have got whiplash.
Now that triggered you, "not a big deal?, how do you know have you ever had them?, just because women don't let on how much pain they go through doesn't makes it is less of a pain. " You snapped making the old man look at you as a deer caught in headlight, his expression morphed from shocked to scared in seconds, he seemed so astonished since he had entered the room that you doubted he would say a word good about you to people, he bowed apologizing which made your rub your face In frustration, yoongi was quick to dismiss him probably understanding just how pissed you were.
Once it was again just the two of you he sat down beside you not actually meeting your eyes as he looked out through the little window that was in your room, "is it always like this?" He questioned after a moment of serene passed between you both, you look at him with a smile not able to help yourself with the realisation that yoongi genuinely cared, "no..it can be but i am not entirely educated about what triggers these cramps." You answered keeping your tone soft, you saw him nod in understanding. It again turned silent between you both you could feel the pain subdue a little but the pain was still there and your whole attention was on the cramps.
"Can i help you In any way?"yoongi's question genuinely surprised you, it even more so ever steal your breath away when he turned his face towards you, his expressions so soft and a small almost not evidient smile appearing on his face, God you hated yourself for feeling butterflies just at the bare minimum but that's what made you realise it was far more than just attraction you felt for him, you sure were falling for him.
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Give it to me: MYG❤️🔥
Tags: YoongixReader(1st person), angry sex, jealous long haired Yoongi🥵, fingering, dirty talk.
A/N: this is from my vault and I meant to put it up on his birthday 😩 but ya girl be busy with life. Oh well.
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My back hit the wall and my brow creases slightly from the force of him pushing me. But I soon forget once Yoongi is stepping up, pressing his body firmly against mine to continue devouring my mouth.
We kiss sloppily at first, all teeth and tongue colliding as we fought for dominance. My hands are already reaching for his zipper eagerly and just when I'm able to get it down, he slaps my hand away.
"Uh uhn...You wait." He scolds against my lips, picking up where I left off but on my zipper. The button pops and the zipper gives way as he pushed his deft hand down and under my panties.
God, I hate him.
But fuck....I love him...
Yoongi wedges his foot between mine, forcing me to widen my stance just enough for him to be able to push his hand deeper beneath my panties. The moment it cups my sex, he groans at how wet I already am. He shifts his middle and index finger against each other, chuckling at the slickness collecting between them.
"This shit turns you on? Pissing me off?" He asks. Before I can think of a response, Yoongi begins toying with my clit. Trapping it between those two fingers for a little squeeze then commencing to rub it.
Up and down.
Side to side.
In a circular motion.
"..mmmhmm.." I whimper as Yoongi sucks my bottom lip between his teeth gently. He pulls back, tugging my lip towards him before releasing it.
"Tell me you want it..." he says softly but there's a darkness in the way his voice deepened that makes me tremble. All I can do is moan against his lips as his fingers teased at my clit.
He pulls his hand away from my heat and begins snaking it up my front, cupping my breast through my shirt briefly before clasping it around my neck.
His other hand replaces his touch between my legs but this time his fingers are plunging deep inside of me, making my jaw drop in a silent cry of ecstasy.
Yoongi leans his head back just enough for him to see my face and his tongue rolls over the inside of his cheek with focus as he finger fucked me slowly.
"Look at you...you wanted me to fuck you so bad, you thought you had to be a lil brat to get it..." he snarks, narrowing his gaze at me. His grip tightens around my throat as he leans in to kiss me again, coaxing my tongue out to tangle with his.
He sighs with satisfaction when my lips latch around his tongue to suck it and he overtakes the kiss moving his lips more fervently.
All the while his fingers are stroking my walls, slow and intentional, making my arousal mount with every delicious movement.
He pulls away, causing a thin string of saliva to stretch and break between our mouths.
"..so fucking nasty, baby..." he whispers, resting his forehead against mine as his fingers picked up their pace. By now, my jeans were halfway down my thighs and the crotch of my panties are soaked from Yoongi's fingers.
My breathing is staggered and heavy, panting like I'm in heat from how horny he has me.
"Baby...baby please.." I mumble and Yoongi hums questioningly as he presses against my sweet spot.
"Tell me you want this dick, baby. You want it so fucking bad...Yeah, you want it, I know." He teases and coos with his lips only a breath away from mine, smirking at the way I squirm and whine against the wall.
He was now rubbing against my g-spot feverishly, damn near moaning at the sounds I was making for him.
My walls clench and hug his fingers the closer he pushed me and just as I'm about to explode, he pulls his hands away from my body. My eyes flutter at his absence and I whine at the subsiding sizzle of my impending orgasm.
Just then, Yoongi lowers enough to hook his arms under my thighs to place around his waist. My body is pushed up on the wall and I drape my arms over his shoulders, reaching up to run my fingers through his silky soft hair that he'd be growing out.
Our lips meet again, only pecking softly as Yoongi held me up by cupping my ass cheeks and he walks us over towards his bed carefully.
He then lays me down and undresses me so lovingly that I forget that we were beefing for a moment. His touch is so gentle and there's a softness in his gaze as he looms over me, studying the features of the woman he just couldn't get away from even if he wanted to.
"You're so beautiful.." were his first words in what felt like minutes. It doesn't come off as a compliment. It's declarative. He says it to me as of it were a fact that he wouldn't dare argue to be anything less.
If I weren't so worked up, I would probably be saying the same from the way he was looking at me so deeply.
After a beat, his soft expression goes resentful and he sits back on his knees to pull his shirt over his head.
"But...I'm still mad. Roll over." He commands before hopping off the bed. I lay there naked, watching him move across the room towards his dresser and he opens the top drawer to retrieve what I can only assume is a condom.
I frown at the shift in his demeanor, pushing myself up on my elbows to watch him push down his jeans and underwear with the condom wrapper trapped between his teeth.
He returns to the bed, not even sparing me a glance until he rips the foil wrapper with his teeth casually.
He perks his brow curiously.
"I gotta repeat myself?" Yoongi asks coldly and for the first time since we'd been fighting, I'm taken aback by how irritated he was. My bottom lip pokes out and trembles a little.
"Why are being so mean?" I ask, attempting to sound vulnerable. Yoongi regards me blankly, blinking slowly before rolling his eyes.
"I'm not being mean...I just asked a question." he sighs.
"You are though. Since we left the restaurant. You've been in this pissy ass mood. I didn't ask Tae to peel my shrimp for me! He just did!" I exclaim, not giving a damn about rehashing it.
Yoongi's eyes shoot to the ceiling.
"And here we go...." he sighs, and I fold my arms over my bare chest defiantly.
"Yes! Here we go! All of this could be settled if you'd just use your words like an adult instead of taking your frustrations out on me through sex. If you want to talk then we can just talk..." I shrug and Yoongi's eyes drag from above, down to his dick then back up at me.
"I don't want to talk. I wanna fuck. You wanna talk." He says callously.
"Because you're treating me like I cheated on you or something. All over some damn shrimp! That I didn't even need help peeling! Tae just volunteered..."
"And you let him..." Yoongi deadpans, his response nearly making me snort. I narrow my eyes at him for a moment, trying my hardest not to focus on how good he looked his pristine milky smooth skin, perfect body, and his hard dick pointing at me.
The fact that it hadn't dropped or bowed since we'd been talking was proving that he was just as turned on by arguing as I was.
Lil freaky ass...
"Well you weren't gonna help me so..." I clap back, sounding just as petty as intended and Yoongi sucks his teeth in disgust.
"You can peel your own fucking shrimp! You're not helpless..." he responds and I make the most childish sound of annoyance known to man.
"Oh my god.... that's not the point!" I huff, pushing myself up from leaning on my elbows to leaning on my hands. Yoongi remains at the foot of the bed, gloriously nude and hard. My eyes flit down to his dick and then back up to his face.
"I know what this is all about though...You're jealous." I state boldly and it takes a moment for Yoongi to respond. His jaw tenses.
"Of who? Tae?" He lifts his brow and I nod.
"Tae. Hobi. Jungkook...anyone near me that isn't you." I shrug.
A few seconds pass and a humorless smirk crosses Yoongi's face, the expression not touching his dark and angered eyes.
"Careful.."
"Why? It's true. You might as well just admit it." I challenge him, drawing my legs up and crossing them sultrily. Yoongi doesn't fall into the teasing gesture, keeping his hardened glare on my face.
"No." He says, sounding more irritated than before.
"Admit. It..." I smirk back at him, tilting my head and biting my lip. I lean back just a bit to rest on my elbows again and Yoongi's eyes drop from my face to my breast, traveling down my torso slowly toward the apex of my thick thighs.
Then he looks back up, locking eyes with me sternly.
"You tryna start another argument or you tryna get fucked? Which is it?"
Oop.
The question halts whatever smart assed response I had ready in the chamber and like a good little slut, I dutifully roll onto my stomach. I then push my ass up and arch my back in the way I already knew he wanted me.
Yoongi remains silent behind me and I resist smirking when I feel the mattress give under the weight of him climbing on the bed. The sound of him pushing the latex circle from the foil packaging is followed by the warmth of his hand grazing over the curve of my backside.
His favorite attribute of mine that even when he hated my guts, he could resist touching. Knowing this, I begin swaying my hips so that my ass jiggles beneath his hand and Yoongi grabs a handful of my ass harshly as if to scold me.
But he says nothing, only pressing his pelvis into me, holding me by the waist with one hand and slapping his dick against the face of my pussy with the other. I deepen the arch in my back and moan softly at the weight of his dick smacking against my sensitive wetness, letting Yoongi know I was ready for him.
He keeps his eyes low, watching his length grow shinier as it's coated with my arousal, rocking himself back and forth to rub his thick shaft against me teasingly.
I grind back against him, winding my hips in the way I knew drove him crazy for an added effect. Yoongi squeezes my cheek again, but this time he pulls his hand back to slap it hard to watch it ripple against his hand.
The sudden blow has me crying out and Yoongi scoffs bitterly at the sound.
"Shut up." He snaps, suddenly entering me without any warning.
Yoongi's dick is thick and it's his girth more than his length that always has me running. He pushes himself deep, anchoring me still by the waist and sinking as far as could go. His tip presses against my cervix, making me stutter against the bedsheets but that only encourages him to go harder.
Yoongi fucked me like he hated me.
Hard and merciless. Snapping into me so that my head damn near hits the wall. He alternates between fucking me fast and slow, most likely for his benefit.
Backshots were his strength and his weakness. He loved the power and dominance he gained from this position but he also was a sucker when it came to watching my ass bounce back against him.
Taking him like a champ, stroke for stroke.
"What happened to all that mouth, huh? All that shit you were just talking...." He grits, fucking me harder for emphasis.
My voice had gone hoarse forever ago and it was barely audible now that Yoongi was pushing me down further with his hands at my waist and his leg propped up on the mattress.
Sweat dripped down his chest, dipping between his and into his naval. His neck-length hair was spiking at the ends and sticking to his forehead and nape in some places.
A visual I wished I could have taken in for myself.
But I barely see anything through my tears and blurred vision. Face down on the pillows with my ass up, I let Yoongi take me over the edge over and over again.
It's after cumming for the fourth time that I can tell he's about to explode. I only know because he becomes less inhibited and the sexy grunts and growls turn into deep pleasured groans. I could probably cum from listening to that alone.
"Ugh...Fuckfuckfuck baby fuck..." Yoongi moans, tipping his head back to shake his sweaty hair from his face. He licks his lips before biting down hard on his bottom lip, fucking me fast and hard as he chased his nut. My moans rival his as we both mumble pleasured expletives in harmony until Yoongi slams himself so deep that I nearly choke.
His jaw drops and he releases an elated exhale, his eyes rolling back as he came deep inside of me. I feel him thumping and pulsing against my walls, and I'm suddenly bitter at the fact that he wore a condom.
Though I could commend him for being precautious and safe, at the moment I would have loved feeling his hot seed dripping from my slit as he pulled out.
I remain in the position since I'm too lazy and stunned to move, and the warmth of his presence abandons me for only a minute. I'm welcomed by a different type of warmth as he wipes over my pussy and inner thighs with a damp washcloth.
Even when he hates me, he loves me.
What a catch.
Giving my ass one more gentle slap, Yoongi pushes me over and becomes the big spoon behind me. He pulls the blanket over us and we lay there naked, my back to his front. His head rests over my hair, putting his lips near the shell of my ear.
"Id peel your shrimp for you, you know...for the record.." I remark sleepily with a sly smirk and Yoongi immediately releases me from his embrace to roll over.
"Wow...what a baby. I was joking..." I giggle, chasing him over the sheets.
"Stop talking..." He murmurs sleepily, but he doesn't resist my touch as I wrapped my arms around his waist to make him become the little spoon.
Which he preferred anyway.
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Call Me Crazy
Rating: T
Word Count: 6.7k
Warning(s): briefly implied racism, Y/N experiences paranoid thoughts, panic attacks, head injury
Summary: When Y/N gets her hands on the newest Samsung phone, she thinks at most she’ll get a little clout with her friends and fewer dropped calls. A direct portal to BTS? Not so much.
Genre(s): Strangers to Friends to Lovers| Crack Treated Seriously| Fluff| Comedy| Romance| Magical Realism
Tags: bts x reader | ot7 x reader | poly| FM!POC!reader
Ch.1 Ch.2: Star-Crushed
A/N: Hello, hello! Crashing in from life as a college student (why do I keep doing this omg) to provide another update! 😌 Feels like the true upturning of poor Y/N’s orderly life starts here. I also feel like OT7 fics haven’t been updated as much lately so this is my humble contribution. 🙇🏽♀️ I had so much fun with this chapter! So please feel free to tell me what you think? 🥺
Some habits were hard to shake. So despite having the day off, she woke up at seven sharp. Rolling over to squint across the room and find Binna still sleeping, she proceeded to shuffle out of bed.
Thoughts of how to spend her day floated vaguely through her head as she shut the bathroom door behind her.
People would be surprised, she imagined, to find that she didn’t plan every minute of every day—she just planned the productive hours of most days.
In high school, Y/N had been voted most likely to become a CEO before age thirty, and there were far worse superlatives to be associated with.
Maybe there was even some truth to that one, but it was coincidental. She was now studying business with every intention of climbing the corporate ladder to the very top.
There had never been a doubt about how she would go about achieving her goals, either. Y/N was focused, level-headed and disciplined—according to teachers past and present.
But a small feeling of dissatisfaction she just couldn’t quash kept surfacing as of late. Somewhere along the line friends; family, maybe even classmates, professors and acquaintances, had come to think of her as predictable.
No, they didn’t phrase it in that way exactly, but it couldn’t be much more obvious. Spontaneity was not her strong suit, admittedly. But somehow the fact that people thought she was chained to routine and sameness made her feel…pathetic.
It was no matter, though. Y/N endeavored to do what she always did to stave off self-pity. It had worked for years and it was unlikely to fail her now. She would seize the day, and fall into productivity. Of the relaxing sort, of course.
In record time, she had showered, groomed and dressed. Since it was her day off, she likely could have made do walking around in sweats and a t-shirt (not that she owned many casual articles of clothing), but dressing to impress at all times was a mantra she had lived by since starting university.
Y/N put on a pressed blouse with a warm, woolen cardigan and starched slacks. Her slip on flats were casual enough to make up for it, plus comfortable.
As she stood and adjusted the collar of her shirt so that it overlaid perfectly on her cardigan, Binna lifted her head, hair messy and voice a groggy whisper. “Thought you were off?”
“I am.” Y/N began to search for her bag, passing her new phone and plucking it from the charger.
“Dressed like that?” A prickle of hesitation jabbed its way in as she paused to stare down at herself.
“Why not?” She asked, the tiniest bit of insecurity seeping into her tone.
“That’s our Y/Nie.” Binna smiled sleepily, her lips shiny from the bit of drool on her mouth. “Always prepared.” Then she threw her head back into her pillow, and light snores promptly followed.
Y/N couldn’t help but chuckle. Binna would be in for a rude awakening when her alarm clock went off in fifteen minutes. But, she supposed for the time being the poor girl could enjoy that extra fifteen minutes of blissed out sleep. She seemed to need it.
Y/N was quiet as she exited their bedroom, feet silent in the carpeted hall on her way into their utility kitchen. Figuring Binna wouldn’t want much when she got up, just some toast and cereal, she decided it was okay to focus on fixing her usual: an egg white omelette with two shakes of pepper, some low-fat vanilla yogurt and granola, and a black coffee with extra creamer. While she brought out the pan and got the stove ready, Y/N flitted back and forth between her breakfast items and the coffee machine. Binna had brought it with her when she’d moved in, but Y/N probably got more use out of it than its owner.
The eggs sizzled in the pan as she cracked the shells and separated them from their yolks, the coffee machine’s gentle hum the perfect background noise. It wasn’t too loud or too jarring, which gave her time to think. Normally, about class work or her internship, but this was a day off Y/N reminded herself. So maybe something like yoga at the park instead? Hmm…but she wasn’t really dressed for that.
The coffee machine chimed twice, signifying her fresh brewed bliss was ready, and Y/N wasted no time pouring herself a steaming cup. The creamer was added in short order, and while it cooled enough to be drinkable, she finished neatly folding her omelet and stirring granola into her yogurt.
Sitting down with her foodstuffs, she began digging in, the sound of the spoon touching the bottom of the plastic cup, or the fork clinking against the plate as she ate her omelet piece by piece the only noises in the apartment. Some might find a silent breakfast lonely , but Y/N appreciated the way in which being alone with her thoughts allowed her to process things.
After she had lost her parents, people always saw her as quiet and a little intense, oddly put together for a recently orphaned child. Her aunt and uncle had been at a loss at first, seemingly trying to piece together how to approach talking to her. It had taken some rocky attempts, awkward small talk that petered into stuffy silences, but they had eventually all learned how to coexist.
Actually, maybe she should call them. It had been a while, hadn’t it? She reached for her phone, shiny and new, sitting on the table. It displayed the time as she dragged it closer with one finger, having to momentarily pause eating to flip it open.
Nice compact design, smooth interface, and lots of unexplored features. Y/N had to reluctantly admit…she was impressed. She still had to transfer all her contacts into it though. If she were like most college students her age, she would be pulling her hair out, her contacts lost in a tragic spill. Being ‘old-fashioned’ had its benefits, she thought a bit smugly. Later on today she could put all the contacts she had copied down into the notepad where she kept numbers into her phone.
Y/N began thinking about what else people normally did upon purchasing a new cell. Spam text everyone apologetically about how their phone number had changed? Maybe later.
The conversation in the car on their way back from the phone store came to mind. “Since you’ve finally joined everybody in the twenty-first century, you should download some apps!” Binna had suggested. “They come in really handy.”
Apps, huh? Well, Y/N had never been much for them, aside from keeping an eye on the world of app development—the creator of the next Twitter might be out there, a business partner waiting to be snatched up—but using them herself would be a first.
“I’ve got the time,” she reasoned. “I’ll just see what all the fuss is about.”
Five minutes tops. That’s all the time she would devote to scrolling the app store.
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There was a crick in her neck and her back ached. She was also pretty sure Binna may have been through with her shower, considering she could faintly hear the blow dryer going from down the hall.
Wow. She’d really spent nearly thirty-five minutes looking at apps. But, in her defense, no one told her about the sheer number of them! If Y/N had known there was a pocket schedule and planner app, she may have gotten on board sooner.
Downloading that one and several more she saw that might be helpful, Y/N wiggled. She was already excited to begin using them, reading the reviews as she tidied the kitchen until the only trace of her breakfast was the pan she had used scraped and in the sink, ready to be washed later.
Satisfied, she called out a goodbye to Binna, who came bursting from the bedroom, fully dressed and fixing her hair into buns. “Heading out?” She asked, slinging her messenger bag higher on her shoulder. “Let’s walk together.”
“You don’t even know if I’m headed the same way.” Y/N snickered, “And don’t you want breakfast? You know you’re no good at thinking on an empty stomach, and you’ve got that presentation right before lunch.”
“Y/N!” Binna pouted, “Omo, such a mother hen. I’ll be fine. I can get a breakfast bagel at the cafe.”
“The line’s really long this time of day,” Y/N pointed out.
“It’ll be fine!” Binna repeated, throwing her hands up, “I still want to walk with you.”
“Okaaay,” Y/N opened the door and stepped aside, waiting expectantly. “Lead the way.”
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The smell of egg and cheese wafted enticingly through the air, Y/N glancing over to find her friend happily munching her breakfast sandwich, perfectly in step with her.
It was a gorgeous, mild fall day out. Leaves were getting that nice autumnal tone, and despite the swift changing of seasons, the school’s lawn was as bright green as ever—thanks to the help of artificial means of course.
Y/N was surprised that the little spot on campus that only stayed open until noon and served Western breakfast foods didn’t have a longer line.
There were more than thirty thousand students attending Korea University, and it felt like over half of them were scurrying everywhere at all times of the day and night.
Binna looked up in time to see her staring, chewing and swallowing the bite in her mouth, then offering the rest to her. “Want some?” she offered.
“I’ve already eaten breakfast,” Y/N smiled gently, lightly pushing Binna’s arm down to keep the avocado sauce on the breakfast sandwich from spilling onto her cardigan. “Thanks though.”
“But Y/N,” Binna whined, taking another big bite, “You always have such a small breakfast. It’s the most important meal of the day for a reason!” Spoken like a pre-med student, Y/N mused.
She could just see Binna’s future office, set up to be child-friendly with charts about nutrition depicting smiling vegetables and fruits on the walls.
“Yes, yes eomma, I know.”
Taking another bite of her food, Binna huffed, “Fine. But just eat a decent meal later, okay? You’re off today so there’s no reason for you to be skipping lunch.”
“Now who’s the mother hen?” Y/N tutted, pulling out her phone and putting in a reminder for a twenty minute lunch break. “There. I did it. Happy?”
She was met with silence, which was always unusual for Binna. Worriedly, she turned to her friend, only to find a very sly smile on her lips (and a bit of egg and avocado sauce in the corner of her mouth). “What’s that look for?”
Binna tittered, shrugging as if to say ‘oh nothing, nothing…! Except…’
“…You like it, don’t you?”
“Huh?”
“You like your new phone.” She clarified. “You were fiddling with it last night when I went to bed, and you were never attached to your old one like that.” Binna finished off her sandwich, eyes narrowed disbelievingly. “Last week you told me playing with my phone before bed would cause me to wake up unrested.”
“Well it will.” Y/N maintained matter-of-factly, “It disrupts your brain’s ability to find its proper circadian rhythm. Studies prove that.”
“Right, sure,” Binna scoffed, “And suddenly you’re willing to risk it because…what, you discovered technology can actually be fun and not just for convenience?”
“Bin, please. It’s just a phone.” To prove her point, Y/N promptly closed the device and stuck it in her pocket.
“It’s not just any phone,” Binna exclaimed, crumpling her sandwich wrapper up and throwing it away as they passed a trash can. She made the shot from about ten feet away, and two boys that had been sitting nearby on the grass saw it and cheered dramatically like their favorite team had scored a goal.
Binna played along, posing cutely and giving a thumbs up. Y/N rolled her eyes. Sports fanatics. “Like I was saying,” Bin continued, smoothing her beige sweater vest into place. “Y/N you got the Galaxy Z Flip 4: Army Edition.” She whispered conspiratorially, glancing around as if someone might overhear. “I didn’t even know that phone actually existed until yesterday.”
Ah yes, yesterday. Where Y/N’s simple quest for a new phone had taken an unexpected turn.
Suk-kyu slunk from the store’s stockroom, while Y/N waited patiently with her friends in the lobby. He was clutching a box to his chest as if was some precious national treasure. Bemused, Y/N watched him set it down on the table with reverence and lift the lid. “I know you chose another color, but you seem like a very discerning customer. So I wanted to offer you this instead.”
The lid came up fully and Binna squealed, hopping in place, “Oh! My! Goodness!”
Y/N turned to Chin-Mae for clarity, since Binna was currently occupied gushing over the phone, but he shrugged, as clueless as she was. “This can’t be what I think it is!”
“A Galaxy Z 4?” Chin-Mae drawled.
“No, no, no!” Binna waved him off, “I mean well, yes. But look at the colors; that’s the Army Edition! I thought it was just a rumor.” The phone was a sleek chrome gray on one side and white on the other, but otherwise appeared identical to the other Galaxy Z’s Suk-kyu had shown them.
“It is, as far as everyone else knows.” Suk-kyu winked. “There are seven colors available, our BTS editions. The Army edition is the rumored eighth color, very exclusively available right now. Won’t be on the market for a while. So what do you say? Would you like this one?”
“Say yes, Y/N!” Binna shook her arm. “Say yes. Oh gosh, now I wish I needed a new phone—I’m so jealous!”
“I…” Y/N tried to concentrate as she continued to get shaken and her teeth clicked. “I don’t really think I get it. I mean it’s a rare color, right? Why not save that for a true fan who’d appreciate it more?”
Suk-kyu only smiled, a twinkle in his eyes. “I think the person who’d appreciate this phone the most is already standing in front of me.”
And so, somewhat reluctantly, Y/N had taken the phone. The ultra-rare Army Edition that Binna told her fans would kill for. “I don’t know why I even let that kooky salesman talk me into buying it. If it’s as big a commodity as you say it is, I could get robbed for having it.”
It wasn’t unheard of. Being a business major, Y/N had heard many times about what happened when hot items were in short supply and high demand.
People did desperate things to own rarities. She remembered a case that happened not far from her when she lived in America, someone being attacked and stabbed over a pair of limited edition shoes.
“No way,” Binna said, though there was a touch of concern in her eyes. “You’ll probably get lots of compliments—oh!”
“Binna!” They spotted a group of three girls waving at her friend, other pre-med students that Binna liked to study with. “Yo, you ready for that presentation?”
“Totally!” She fist pumped. “I’m fueled up and ready to go.”
“Oh, hello Y/N-ssi,” Binna’s unnie greeted politely. Choi Ji-Hye was like the calm, reliable upperclassmen in a drama, so Y/N totally understood why Binna looked up to her so much.
Ji-Hye was also rumored to be from a very affluent family. Not that it was surprising. Plenty of students attending one of the country’s top schools came from wealth.
But Ji-Hye had the looks, background and demeanor that one would associate with the traditional heiress.
Today, she was wearing a maroon sweater vest— something that her friend looked ready to swoon over when she noticed—and pressed short sleeved blouse paired with slacks similar to Y/N’s own.
Her auburn red hair was pin straight as usual, her bangs cut at a very precise length that didn’t hide her lovely arched eyebrows. When she smiled a little, everyone saw the deep dimple in her right cheek.
“Good morning, sunbaenim.” Y/N returned.
“You could call me unnie, too, if you wanted.” Ji-Hye said, and some of the stiffness in the air dropped. While Ji-Hye was always friendly towards her, she got the sense that Binna’s other pre-med friends didn’t care for her much.
Not that she would bring it up to her bubbly friend, who enjoyed seeing all her associates get along and thought strangers were just friends you hadn’t met. Oh, to be that naive.
“I can drop the honorific from sunbae,” Y/N bargained as a compromise.
“Deal,” Ji-Hye agreed, “We’re all going to our first lecture, but you should join us for lunch.” Ah yes, Ji-Hye was a TA in Binna’s first class.
“That would be lovely,” Y/N discreetly glanced at the two antsy med students behind Ji-Hye, likely hoping she would say no. “But it may have to be some other day. I have some assignments to catch up on that may cut into my lunch hour. I wouldn’t want you waiting for me,”
She ignored Binna’s very skeptical expression as Ji-Hye nodded in understanding. “That’s unfortunate. I do hope you take breaks as needed. Binna’s always speaking highly of your diligence, but overworking is a fast track to illness.”
“I understand, sunbae.” She bowed. “Good luck on your presentation today, Bin.”
“See you later, Y/N!” Binna waved, being tugged along by one of the other girls.
Y/N expelled the breath she’d been holding as they left, though she could hear one of the girls, Ha-Eun, whispering loudly. “Is she always stiff and intense like that?”
“Y/N’s really great. You just don’t know her,” Binna immediately defended.
Y/N felt warm inside over her loyalty.
“And whose fault is that?” The other girl giggled. Y/N thought her name might have been Iseul or something, which she only remembered because Binna had gushed about her also being an Army. “She seems to like you, but from what I see, keeps to herself. I bet she turned down unnie’s invitation for no reason.”
Before Binna could voice a retort, Ji-Hye’s calm voice cut in. “That’s uncharitable to assume the worst of others, Iseul. I’m sure Y/N has her reasons.”
They got too far to hear the rest of the conversation after that, not that Y/N was really interested in overhearing more. She was very aware that people had a lot of preconceived notions about her.
It was one of the many things she had learned to tune out upon returning to Korea at the end of high school. People had assumed she was a foreigner and treated her accordingly, whispering this speculation or that.
It was true her father had been American, and she’d inherited his complexion and hair texture, which brought its own set of… problems at times.
Still, Y/N had decided to come back to Korea and go to the college she had always told her mother she wanted to attend, her alma mater.
She wanted to reconnect with her Korean heritage too. She just never thought about how different it would all be when she was seeing through a lens that was no longer that of an oblivious child.
Regardless, it was her day off, and flaky attitudes be damned, Y/N wasn’t about to let that get her down. She was going to be productive and enjoy herself.
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This was the worst possible time to be in proximity to someone else’s clumsiness.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” Kang Myeong looked very close to falling to his knees as he whimpered in the face of the fire in Y/N’s eyes.
She stared at the ugly blot of ssamjang on her blazer, nose crinkled. This was going to be the end of her. Her colleague’s one act of clumsiness was going to sink her career before it started.
The president and CEO of LG Electronics, one of the largest companies in the country, would be walking in any minute.
It was the perfect opportunity for networking, the only real reason she had agreed to attend her internship’s party in honor of its hard-working students—Binna, Min Su and Chin-Mae may have also begged her to attend and actually mingle like a normal person.
Always able to sniff out a problem from a mile away, her internship supervisor hurried over, his eyes wide behind his spectacles. “Oh, what happened there?” He frowned.
“It was my fault,” Myeong confessed instantly. “Y/N, I…I’m so sorry. I had no idea you were right there when I turned around.”
Her greedy coworker had made a beeline for the refreshments and she just so happened to be standing near it, talking to one of her other internship colleagues when disaster struck.
“We’ve been over that.” She grumbled, not in a forgiving mood at present. She didn’t even attempt to wipe it out. If she did, that would undoubtedly make it worse.
Mr. Hong pulled something out of his pocket, a key. He held it out on the tip of his finger and Y/N watched the small silver key swing back and forth as he spoke. “Here, use this and go to the presidential bathroom down the hall. Try to get it out before Mr. Koo arrives.”
Nodding in thanks, Y/N wasted no time, ignoring Myeong as he continued to grovel. She had a mission and it was saving her future career! No one was going to take her seriously with a sauce stain on her front.
Mr. Koo would take one look and write her off as a joke. And if one of the most powerful businessmen in the country thought that way, no one else was going to take a chance on her.
It was rare, hadn’t happened in years, actually. But by the time she had fumbled with the key and charged into the extremely elegant bathroom, her throat felt cottony and her head was spinning. Y/N staggered over to the sink, seeing double as she looked into the mirror.
No one knew about her panic attacks. Not her aunt and uncle, and not Binna and Chin-Mae. She forced them down, as much as she was able. Hiding behind the projection of control she wanted others to see until she believed it herself.
Yes, yes she had everything under control. Her hands shook as she fought to turn on the sink, only to realize it was motion activated. Shoving her hands beneath the faucet, it lit up and came to life.
Y/N took the time to dab her eyes, wet a paper towel and press it firmly to her thudding pulse before she even tackled the sauce on her jacket.
Her teeth sank hard into her bottom lip, before she thought about how poorly it would be taken if she walked back into the party with a bloody lip—or worse, had to reapply her lipstick and get the stain off her teeth.
That caused her to let her lip go, blinking rapidly and wiping small, frustrated tears from her eyes. “L/N Y/N,” she breathed, staring herself down hard in the mirror. “You will be fine. Because you always are. Get back out there and blow them away.”
Gasping, she reached for her phone to check the time. How much time did she have before Mr.Koo arrived?! What if he was already in there? Pushing the device back into her blazer again, Y/N went to check her face in the mirror one last time.
Instead of slightly puffy eyes or a determined grimace, what she saw had her jaw dropping. Was that…was that another room?!
Whipping her head around, Y/N surveyed the lavish bathroom behind her, and didn’t see anything remotely identical to what was in the mirror. Whoa. She rubbed her eyes harshly.
Whoa.
It had been about a week since that time she had hallucinated a man’s face in place of her own while brushing her teeth. Since then, she had chalked it up to not enough sleep and tightly wound nerves from all the deadlines she was trying to meet.
This was probably the same thing. She was in a highly stressful situation, and she was seeing things. Although, it was a little concerning that no matter how many times she dabbed at her eyes and blinked, the scene didn’t change.
Frustrated, Y/N stepped back, squinted, then moved closer again. Against her better judgement, she leaned further into the mirror, intending to skim the glass with her fingertip, to prove to herself she was just a little tired.
Until she was overcome by the strongest sensation of vertigo she had ever felt, head falling forward as if it was full of lead. When it cleared, and she felt able to pick her head up, the practical, ever logical thinking Y/N was unprepared for what she saw.
Everywhere, absolutely everywhere, was a vast, rippling room of nothing. It was like being trapped inside a drop of mercury, another impossibility. Y/N waved a hand in front of her face, and a cool, liquid sensation passed through her fingers, although nothing was on them.
“Hello?” She called, trying not to grow frantic. “Where the hell is this?” She took a tentative step, finding it was a bit difficult to move forward but not impossible. “Uh…what did I eat in the last twenty four hours?”
Was it an allergic reaction? Yeah right. She quickly dismissed the notion on account of very few allergic reactions she could think of causing hallucinogenic effects.
Her straining ears caught sound to her right, and she moved forward, calling out again. Still no response, but the sound got a little bit clearer.
It probably wasn’t the day to be wearing pumps, but damnit, it’s not like she counted on this to happen. Whatever was happening…
Y/N stopped, but not for lack of trying to move forward, but because there was…an invisible wall there. A clear one, in which she could now see the same room as before.
An empty dance studio. The strains of sound she’d picked up had been music. Classical music, more precisely. That was all she really had time to discern before the door opened, someone walking in.
A lone person, a young man maybe slightly older than her. He shut the door behind him and set down his bag. She watched him look around, brow furrowing as he stopped to listen to the music playing.
Tchaikovsky’s The Sleeping Beauty had just begun, a popular song at ballet recitals. He seemed confused to hear it, making Y/N wonder if he wasn’t a ballet dancer at all. There was also something about him she almost wanted to say was familiar, but she couldn’t place what.
Looking around at both sides of the room as though his reflection would rat him out, the young man slowly began to fall into a few experimental steps, growing more charged and confident as the song continued.
Y/N watched, stunned. Forgetting all about what had been going on before, how she had come to even be here, she remained hidden and spellbound, the handsome man’s fluid control of his body and contemporary dance moves putting her soul at ease.
It was like each step he took, each twirl and leap smoothed down the frayed edges inside that had caused her anxiety to begin creeping in. She watched in rapt attention as he commanded the space with her, his only audience.
At one point, his dancing brought him closer to Y/N’s side of the mirror. He didn’t seem to notice anything amiss at all, didn’t seem to feel her presence there.
His shiny hair caught the light when he spun, and not for the first time, Y/N had the tugging knowledge just out of reach.
She knew him from somewhere… Pressing ever closer against the surface, she was able to see every line of his solid physique, the hours of work he had put into training his body evident.
The song had reached its crescendo, and he was still going strong, hardly even sweating. Y/N was awed, face pressed to the cool, invisible glass in an undignified manner—lipstick stains be damned.
Perhaps because she had suspended her disbelief so much already, she was not expecting reality to very literally come crashing back in. Y/N let out an abrupt scream when the barrier suddenly gave way, and she found herself falling right through, toppling into him.
He hardly had time to turn before they were crashing together, and then laying in a heap on the floor. There was a very concerning crack as his head met the unforgiving wood.
Temporarily putting aside her bemusement and astonishment, Y/N swallowed down the horrified yelp in her throat. The man who had been practicing such a graceful technique just a minute ago was sprawled underneath her, having taken the brunt of the fall.
His eyes were squinted and unfocused, and Y/N’s heart accelerated at the thought of how hard he must have hit his head.
Quickly jumping back, her stockings catching on the polished wood floors at the friction, she inspected him, phone gripped tightly and uselessly in her sweating palm. It only vaguely dawned on her that she had never let it go.
Now, Y/N let it tumble to the floor with a clatter, far past caring if that did any damage. Maybe that was for the best…it went against absolutely every logical thought she had as an aspiring businesswoman but there was something to be said about correlation and causation.
When she had briefly hallucinated in the bathroom that night, and during…whatever was happening now, she had the phone nearby. Both times. Was that…really a coincidence?
She had scoffed over the conspiracy theorists online every time a new 5G phone model was released that would proclaim they could control thoughts and cause illnesses. But what if this was a psychotic break?
The dropped device buzzed an inch or two across the floor, Y/N seeing a message from Binna. Oh yeah…Binna.
Her dear friend and roommate had been texting her a lot lately. According to her, if she was going to posssess an Army phone, she might as well actually become an Army.
Not that Y/N had taken that seriously, or had much time to actually look at what Binna had been sending. Her nerves were far too thin in the days leading up to the party.
It was the opportunity of a lifetime, and all her time not spent working on school assignments was spent tirelessly rehearsing what she would say to Mr.Koo if she got the chance to talk to him.
For the first time in a while, Y/N actually read Binna’s messages.
—Okay last one! I know you said no more but I couldn’t resist and he just looks so good here!
The picture popped up without warning, a beautiful man with blood red hair, propped up on his side in a white, nearly translucent button-up.
There was a sliver of skin visible between the bottom and the waistline of his pants, and he looked at the camera with a startling smolder, accentuated by the coy half-smile on his full red lips and the immaculately applied eyeliner he was wearing.
Y/N’s throat went dry, life flashing before her eyes as she whipped her head back down to the person still lying unnaturally still on the floor. It was…it was the same guy!
The hair color was different—a moonlight silver now—and he was in a plain t-shirt and some loose joggers, but it was undoubtedly the same man Binna wanted her to swoon over.
That meant one thing.
“BTS…” Y/N whispered under her breath. Suddenly he looked frighteningly familiar. The model looks, the style in those practiced dance moves. How couldn’t she see it earlier?
Yeah this was definitely one of Binna’s BTS boys, who beamed down at them from the poster in their dorm room. Forgetting her phone, Y/N clambered closer, wondering if she should check for a pulse, but also afraid to touch him in case it brought him further harm.
“Please…” she licked her bottom lip, “Do me a favor…Jimin.” Thanks to all of Binna’s gushing and coaching she was fairly certain that was his name. “Don’t be dead, or seriously injured. Don’t be anything that could get the book thrown at me in a court of law.”
Assaulting an idol. And not just any idol, but one of the ones that belonged to a group that was practically the nation’s national treasure. Her career would be flushed. Oh, and the rabid fans out for her blood would never let her know peace.
“Hyung…?” He muttered, and Y/N pushed down any indignation that cropped up at the thought of being mistaken for someone’s hyung.
“Okay, you’re talking. Good.” she sighed. “I mean not good, but…not bad. Damnit, I should call emergency services. For all I know you could be concussed.”
Jimin blinked drowsily at her. Shit, how hard did she make him hit his head? Shit, shit! “It’s not the worst hallucination in the world. At least I’m imagining someone pretty.”
Y/N’s jaw dropped, she stammered for a response and came up short. Was he…flirting?! At a time like this? His head might be broken and she might be on her way to ten years behind bars and he was flirting?!
The flustered college student could feel her cheeks redden, irritation flaring up inside. If he wasn’t already hurt she might just be tempted to ignore the difference in their statuses and smack him upside the head.
“You—”
Y/N stilled, hearing broken pieces of conversation from just outside the door. No, no, no! Witnesses to her crime! They were going to take one look at the downed dancer and assume the worst.
Either that she had attacked him or that she was there for…a creepier reason. Binna had told her about sasaeng attacks being a serious problem for popular idols. No one was going to believe she didn’t know how she’d gotten there.
Although Jimin was probably going to be fine, now that people who could help him had arrived, Y/N did feel guilty just leaving him there. It was her fault, sort of.
She had precious seconds, and every racing tick of her heart knew it. Whoever was coming into the studio were chatting outside the door, but who knew how long that’d last.
Her uncle and aunt had always praised her for being quick on her feet, and this was the worst time to prove them wrong. ‘This is crazy,’ Y/N’s spinning head protested. ‘I fell through a mirror into an idol’s dance studio and now I might be going to jail, unless—’
She hesitated only slightly, figuring the impossible had proved possible so far. The crazy could continue until she woke up from this mental breakdown she was having, and then she would start searching for the nearest qualified therapist to examine her. At best, she was right, and at worst she was about to be carted off to the hospital, then jail.
Sucking in and holding a deep breath, Y/N charged at the mirrored wall as fast as sensible pumps would allow, fully prepared for the pain of smacking into it face first.
There was a startled moment of realization, and then deep relief when she tumbled through the glass, which rippled coolly like she was breaking the surface of a quiet lake.
Y/N turned, silently witnessing the studio door open at that moment, revealing another young man in sweats. He had short, bouncy russet brown hair, his bangs parting in the middle.
He spoke to whoever was standing out in the hall one more time, something about some changes to a choreography routine they were trying out. The door closed, and Y/N watched his eyes fall to the floor, noticing Jimin for the first time.
“Jimin?” He called, sprinting over and sinking to his knees at the answering groan. “What’s wrong? What happened?” Y/N knew she should bolt while she could, guilt a tight ball in her chest. But she only stood there in Mirror Land as the other man tried to get Jimin to tell him what was wrong.
‘I fell out of the mirror and plowed him over.’ she thought, wincing.
“Hobi-hyung, I’m okay. I just tripped…” he said softly. What a beautiful speaking voice, Y/N mused. It was easy on the ears, even when it sounded strained.
Hobi…Hobi…Binna had said that was someone’s nickname. If he was Hobi then that must have meant his stage name was J-Hope. ‘Er, what’s his real name again? …Hyun…Hoseok?’
Whipping out a phone, his hyung frowned a little. “Hard enough to hurt yourself? Can you get up?” Jimin began righting himself, albeit slowly, and Hoseok assisted, arm bracing him around the shoulders. “I’m going to tell the staff you’re injured and need to be examined.”
“But—”
“Nope,” Hobi shook his head, phone to his ear now. “There’s no point practicing choreo if you’re not at your best anyway.” He turned his attention to speaking to whoever had picked up his call, explaining that they had an accident in the studio. “Yeah, he’s awake, but pretty dazed.”
There was a pause, and J-Hope tilted his head, staring at Jimin thoughtfully. “Did you hit your head?”
“Mm…”
“It looks like it.” Hoseok relayed, and Y/N bit her lip, anxiety picking back up. ‘How am I supposed to tell Binna I met one of her favorite idols and broke him?’
Jimin was sitting up on his own now, hands on the floor and legs crossed. Hoseok removed his arm from his friend’s shoulder and began to gently massage his head.
“Hyung,” Jimin whined, leaning away from the touch. “Careful, it’s tender.”
“You’ve got a bump the size of a baseball.” The older male informed him matter-of-factly. “I’d be surprised if it wasn’t.”
“What happened to the girl?” Jimin asked abruptly.
Y/N felt her hands start to tremble. Why was she even still hanging around? This was her opportunity!
Oh yeah, because she wanted to be sure the young man whose head had gotten bonked would be okay. Damn guilt.
“Girl?” Hoseok gave him a scrutinizing look, not at all like the wide, energetic smile he wore in Binna’s poster. “Jiminie…what girl?”
The silver-haired idol shrugged helplessly. “The one who knocked me down. I think…”
“Somebody knocked you down?” Hoseok asked sharply. “Was it a staffer?”
“I don’t know. It happened so fast. She wasn’t familiar...”
“Okay,” The older idol said slowly. “After we make sure you’re okay we’ll get security to check the cameras.”
The cameras?! Shit, so she wasn’t safe after all! Oblivious to her rising woe, Hoseok continued, “Well, I think you’re probably concussed, so no practice for you.”
His eyes drifted away from Jimin for the first time since entering the room, and that split second was all it took for their gazes to lock.
Y/N let out a wordless yell, flailing back. The sound of running water filled her ears, and she picked her head up to find her own reflection.
She was clutching the edge of the same modern sink she was admiring before, standing in the same private bathroom. Laying innocently near the right handle was her phone.
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Bring The Fire; 2
Warnings: obsessive behaviour, mentions of suicide, dead bodies and more.
Genres: yandere, romance, Royal/Au, Isekai
“I can’t get married yet,” Jin whined, his back hitting the plush softness of his mattress.
“You're nearly thirty hyung, I’m surprised father hadn’t married you off sooner.” Jimin snorted from the doorway.
The seven brothers had gathered in their eldest brother's room to discuss a plan. None of them were willing to get married-- at least not yet. While it wasn’t uncommon to marry young, most did, the brothers weren’t ready. They had all swore to faithful husbands, each of them hating how their father treated their mothers. How miserable the women were, wishing to be the centre of their husbands affections.
They wanted to have one wife, unlike their father, and while yes, they will have their concubines, their love will lay with their wife. And these princes, they weren’t ready for that responsibility, they still wanted to flirt and fuck their way through kingdoms and empires.
“Father doesn’t care what he does,” Hoseok snorted, before flicking his wrist toward Yoongi. “It comes down to him.”
The eldest two rolled their eyes, despite knowing the truth to Hoseok’s statement. Despite Seokjin being the eldest of the seven sons, first born to the Emperor, Yoongi was the son of the deceased original Empress, So-Ra, which his father had decided meant that Yoongi would be the son to take over the throne upon his death.
Much to the scarred boy's disgust.
“If at least one of us could get married, I’m sure it would settle father enough.” Namjoon hummed, changing the subject. “It could distract him long enough for the six of us to have more time.” His eyes moved between his brothers, each of them nodding slowly as they considered the idea.
“And just who, Namjoon, is going to get married?” Seokjin inquired, head tilting to the side so his cheek rested on his mattress, giving him a better view of his little brother.
Namjoon sucked his lower lip between his teeth, “Well, I hadn’t thought that fa--”
“I say Seokjin should,” Jimin grinned, throwing an arm over his ‘twin’ brother, Taehyung. “He is the eldest after all.”
Taehyung nodded in agreement, even Hoseok hummed in approval. Seokjin, however, didn't like the idea of being sacrificed for his brother's pleasures.
He flew upwards, finally sitting up for their meeting. “Me?” He screeched, eyes zeroing in on the youngest three brothers. “If anyone should be taking the fall, it should be one of you three, you're all useless anyway!”
“Jeongguk would be a good sacrifice.” Yoongi piqued up, grinning over to the younger boy who had paled.
“Wha--What? Me?!” He spluttered, pointing a finger into his chest. “I just got out of a very damaging relationship!” He argued, glaring at his brothers as they laughed.
“Oh please, the two of you weren’t even together. You had a crush on a kitchen wench Jeongguk, she didn’t even like you.” Taehyung cackled, his head throwing back at the youngest delusions.
Jeongguk growled, standing from the sofa he sat on with the Hoseok and Yoongi, pointing a finger in Taehyung's face. “At least Jin-i was in an arranged marriage, Mae-chang left you for another man.” The room fell silent for a moment, the brothers watching the youngest two bicker.
“You don’t know what you’re talking about.” Taehyung said calmly, his tone shaky as he tried to remain collected. “And I suggest you drop it, now.”
Jeongguk scoffed, straightening his back. “Why? Because I’m right?”
“Because you don’t know what the fuck your talking about.” He sneered, standing.
“Oh please, you were just as pathetic as I was when she left!”
The elder of the two hissed, his jaw clenched as he pulled back to swing. Before his fist could connect to his little brother's face he was yanked backward, falling on his ass.
“Jimin, what the fuck!” He hissed, eyes narrowing up to the short man who shrugged.
“It’s shit like this, that's why father wants us married off. We need to pull our act together.”
// present day //
You had decided, as of today, you hate birds. Their loud squawking and their nails scratching on the roof of your car, they had become your enemy as of this early morning. It was barely 5am, and crows had surrounded your shit-heap car, jumping on the roof and stomping around, squawking like they were about to be murdered.
It was too early, the sun hadn’t even started to rise, the moon still making its way down the sky. You couldn’t lie and say you weren’t scared of the dozens of crows surrounding your car, screeching at you and pecking, you tried to hide your head under the pillow but the noise remained. They stuck around for another hour, squawking at one-another, convincing you that they were just trying to be as loud as they could to irk you.
You sighed in relief, dropping your pillow aside and scooting out the car door. The birds had completely dispersed, leaving the campgrounds empty once again. You looked around, checking under your car and around the trees that were close by and came up empty, thankfully. With shaky confidence you shuffled to the public bathroom to get ready for your day. You couldn’t drive into the city, you couldn’t afford the gas, so you would have to try and find work on your laptop, apply for companies that you’d never get accepted into.
Over the last week you hadn’t slept well, if at all, you were exhausted. You hadn’t got anything done, nobody had gotten back to you about your job applications, life was honestly hitting a new low. You were miserable.
Your homeless, your car is damaged--driving into a small yellow pole in front of your parking spot--your laptop and phone had died and you couldn’t charge them, every time you plugged it into the sockets in the bathrooms it short circuited and sparked, and while you slept you were terrified of being robbed by crazy people. And to top it all off, those goddamn crows showed up every morning and every evening, squawking at you. You were convinced they were laughing at your misery.
After a week, you were sick of it. You had fallen into a deeper depression, and despite trying to live life as normal as possible, life wasn’t normal. And so, when the second week rolled around, and you had officially hit day ten of zero sleep, you snapped. The sun had begun to work its way into the sky, the crows had been screeching for almost thirty minutes by this point. You rolled out the car, your brain had entered a stage of empty ringing, it was freezing cold, and you didn't feel the sharp cold burning your skin, you didn’t feel what little warmth the sun had been providing disappear as the clouds swallowed it whole.
You felt nothing.
You wanted to rest.
You wanted it to end.
Maybe that's why you ended up by the side of the road, watching tired truck drivers speed down the bumpy, worn down road.
Maybe that is why you ended up laying on the road.
And maybe that is why you didn’t move when the loud rumbling of the truck came thundering toward you.
+++
You don’t remember much. Pitchback had surrounded you, voices ringing all over, some louder than others. You recognised them all, familiar and very occasionally comforting. They echoed in the dark, bouncing off the void and whipping past you. Every different voice was from a memory, reminding you of both happier and awful times. Memories you had forgotten, some by accident, some on purpose, were ringing around you before an abrupt stop.
Then silence.
And suddenly a small light began to move closer, no bigger than the size of your thumb nail. It zipped around you, a loud humming emitting from it. Before you had been able to move away, or even touch it if you had wanted to, it blinked.
Once.
Twice.
And then flew into you, right between your eyebrows.
The dark drained away, and the air was knocked into your lungs, a loud gasp hitting your ears.
Was that you?
Seokjin was furious. It had been four days since his father had announced that all his sons were to get married, and while that was incredibly annoying, that wasn’t why the young prince was practically tearing his hair out. His brothers had been on his ass, begging him to throw his life away and marry.
Why should he be the one to sacrifice his freedom?
“You’re the eldest, it makes sense.”
“You got to have your fun, let us live free!”
“You should want to do this for us.”
Truth be told, he didn’t even like his brothers all that much. Besides, him being the eldest meant nothing. He wasn’t getting the throne anyway, so really shouldn’t Yoongi be the one to marry? He was going to need a wife, an empress! Seokjin didn’t. In fact, he had no intentions of marrying, ever. He will remain free of that hassle, thank you very much.
It was late in the afternoon, and to escape his irksome brothers the eldest prince had snuck off and decided to take a stroll to clear his mind. Stress would make him wrinkle. Winter was in full swing, so he had made sure to wear his thickest layers to keep the cold at bay. The sharp sting of the air on his cheeks warned that snow would soon make its appearance, something the Empire always dreaded.
He had intended to spend the rest of his afternoon outside and only return just before the sunsets, ensuring he would be back in time for dinner.. and because he wasn’t too confident in finding his way home in the dark— but his walk was cut short. On the ground, sprawled out and nearly blue was a woman. Now usually Seokjin wouldn’t pay any mind to the affairs of the poor, but the situation was amusing. In the middle of winter, in nothing but what he could only assume was a nightgown, she lay. Surely the poor were smarter than this?
How did she even get h—
He paused, frowning. Looking around, ensuring there was nobody in the vicinity hiding, the prince moved closer and crouched over the body, pursing his lips as he assessed the woman’s face.
How did she get here?
He was still on castle grounds, which meant she had found a way in. She didn’t look like an assassin, besides, surely an assassin wouldn’t be this dumb. Her attire alone was enough to kill her in this weather.
He doubted the guards had killed her, there was no blood, and if they had, her body would have been dragged back to the castle and reported to his father. Everyone would have been alerted to an intruder.
Clicking his tongue, he looked around still finding the area completely void of any other life but himself and what he could only assume was a frozen body. He hummed, is she dead? He wondered. She didn’t seem to be breathing but then again, he was no physician.
Seokjin picked up a small twig from the ground, scrunching his face up as he jabbed it into the woman’s cheek.
Nothing.
He huffed, trying again only more aggressively. The twig bending at the force being pushed into it.
Still nothing.
The prince pouted, leaning his cheek onto his fist. He took a moment to actually look at the face of what he could now only assume is a corpse. She was no doubt pretty, thick eyelashes that ever so slightly brushed her round cheeks, pouted lips that were only just parted almost as if breathing. He hummed, he didn’t think the poor could be pretty… but, then again, he had seen plenty of ugly nobles so who was to say. Perhap she was rich? A rich Lady that got drunk and wandered out the palace. But if she were a part of the nobility he would surely know who she was.
Shrugging, the prince dropped the twig onto the body's face. How boring, he thought. He supposed he should go tell someone…
As he went to push himself off the ground, hoping his ankles wouldn’t fail him, a loud gasp from below shocked him. Pretty eyes connected to his, and for a moment the prince couldn’t breathe. His fingers twitched on his knees, begging to reach and touch her cheek, to feel her no doubt freezing skin and provide what little warmth he could.
She blinked,
Once.
Twice.
Then she seemed to have come to a slow thought, her eyebrows raising upward. She flew up, her head colliding with his, sending the prince to his back. He grunted, hands flying to his forehead.
That will bruise.
The woman didn’t seem to even register the head collision, jumping to their feet. Seokjin managed to pry an eye open and watch as the lady frantically looked around, eyes wide and panicked like a caged animal. Before he could speak, or more so scold, and punish the strange woman she took off.
“What the fuck?”
He laid for a moment, trying to piece together what exactly just happened. A corpse just came alive? Was it even a corpse in the first place?
Well she wasn’t breathing a moment ago!
Shaking his poor, thumping head he quickly scrambled to his feet and took off after the runaway. There was no way he could let her get away from him. He cursed himself for not having any weapons, although he wasn’t entirely sure what he would have done with it even if he did have one..
It didn’t take him long to spot you ahead, you hadn’t gotten very far. The woman looked completely lost, the panic still on her features, but it only seemed to intensify when her eyes landed on him. Seokjin watched as her speed picked up, seemingly running without a destination.
At that moment Seokjin realized they had made it back, closer to the palace. The guards were on patrol here, Hwandudaedo in hand and ready.
“Get her!” He hollered, catching their attention. The men, quickly noticing the eldest prince’s voice, jumped into action. Thankfully, they were much closer to the girl, and there were plenty more of them. He watched as guards swiftly surrounded her, a proud grin on his face as he slowed down.
He hated running.
He approached the circle of men, who hesitantly parted for him. There she squatted, head tucked into her knees as she rocked slightly, mumbling to herself.
“It’s just a dream. It’s a dream, I’m going to wake up any second now. It’s just a dream.”
Quirking an eyebrow, Seokjin chuckled. He found she spoke with a strange accent, and almost childlike. Perhaps she was a peasant after all. Crouching down to her level he cleared his throat, catching her attention. He couldn’t help the grin on his lips when she peeled through your hands to meet his gaze, her eyes connecting to his. Her eyes were glossy with tears, flickering around his face as she seemed to try and understand who exactly the man before her was.
“If this is a dream,” he murmured, slowly reaching out, like his fingers had begged to do earlier, and trailing the tips of his fingers along your jaw. The moment his fingers had touched her cool, smooth skin she began to tremble, sending an excited grin to his lips.
“Then I hope you never wake up.”
Seokjin decided he liked you. He wasn’t entirely sure why, but he did and that was enough for him. You hadn’t spoken a word, at least not to him. You had been mumbling to yourself the entire walk back to the palace. He was a bit worried you were a crazy person, but that was okay, he could work with that. You had walked with your head down, eyes narrowed to your bare feet, much to his disappointment. People usually liked to stare at him, and he wasn’t one to complain about it. Their stares were an excellent ego boost.
Perhaps you just hadn’t seen him properly.
Back in his room, Seokjin was pleased to find his fireplace still roaring. The room was nice and warm, which he had hoped would bring some colour and heat back into you. He had told the guards to have the maids organise a bath in his room, along with a fresh change of clothes for women. Once he was sure of his privacy he clapped his hands together, making you jump in fright.
The room was stunning, nothing like you had ever seen before. It was huge, but dark. Heavy silk curtains covered the windows, blocking out any light and it seemed, any of the freezing outdoors. A small step was toward the back of the room where a giant bed stood, giving off a small platform. Thick cream bedding had been neatly tucked in and made perfectly. The bed had four large, dark wooden poles as frames with sheer white curtains that had been tied back. It looked heavenly right now, if you ignored the swords that were hanging over the headboard.
The fireplace was cute, the firebox was wide allowing more wood to be stacked in. Cushions were placed around a low square table where a tea set was already organised, small desserts on fine china calling out to you. A thin white rug sat under the table, covering the cold wooden floor, and you wanted so desperately to step onto the rug and sit by the fire and warm up your freezing body and inhale the snacks scattered over the table. You couldn’t remember the last time you had something decent to eat.
Seokjin had watched you take in the view of his room in awe, feeling pride wash over him. You were clearly not of a noble family, but that didn’t worry him too much. If he told everyone you were, nobody would question it too much, and as long as he kept you close by his side he could ensure any questions were avoided. His brothers would definitely be suspicious, but he could handle it. He just had to keep an eye on them.
“I’m Seokjin,” He spoke, clearing his throat to catch your attention. You had flinched slightly, seeming to have forgotten he was in the room with you. Your eyes fell to him and he felt his body vibrate in excitement, he had your attention for the first time since he found you. There was no better feeling in the world.
When you didn’t respond he pouted, walking toward the table and sitting on one of the cushions and motioning for you to follow, which you seemed happy to comply with. You practically collapsed into the soft, green cushion, crossing your legs.
“You should show me some respect,” Seokjin sighed when you refused to look at him again. He just wanted your attention on him again, he liked the feeling of your eyes on him. “I am your Prince afterall.”
You couldn’t help the choked sound that left your throat. Prince? Is he some kind of crazy person? You weren’t entirely sure where you were, or even what happened. But waking up to a stranger hovering over you was enough to send you running. You had assumed you were somewhere in the camp grounds, but everything was so unfamiliar, you had hoped while running you would have found something familiar. Everyone was dressed up, and you had for a moment thought you had managed to find yourself at some sort of LARPing festival, but the sight of real weapons drawn to your face and the palace you were being led toward, has you more confused than you had been when you woke up.
“Prince?” You echoed, frowning at your fingers. Just where the hell did you get yourself?
Seokjin felt his throat close up. He could feel his ears heating up, and his heart stuttered. You were speaking to him.
He feels like a fool, he shouldn’t feel this flustered by you and yet he was. A woman who clearly held no status, or very looks. Not to say you weren’t attractive, he definitely found you to be pretty, but in that same breath, he had definitely seen far more attractive women in his days.
“Yes, your prince. And you are?”
He watched you fiddled nervously with the skin around your nails, your frown deepening. He didn’t like waiting, why were you taking so long to answer his question? It was probably the easiest question he could have asked. Why were you frowning? What was running through your mind, what thoughts were ravaging your pretty little head?
“Y/N.”
He blinked, tilting his head to the side. Y/N? What does that even mean? Was that your name?
“Y/N?” He echoed.
You nodded limply. “That’s my name.”
Seokjin hummed, nodding slowly. It was definitely a strange name, but it could work in his favour. He could tell everyone you were a foreigner, a noble from far away here to meet the princes. The only worry was people asking too many questions. His father was easy to play, he was dumb. He had hired men to help him run the Empire. He couldn’t read, write, or do basic mathematics. Telling him a lie was easy, if Seokjin said you were of noble descent, he would believe him without any doubts. But his brothers, especially Yoongi and Namjoon would prove to be far more difficult. But he could make this work, he had to. He would make sure nothing would happen to you.
And then, he would marry you.
Only hours ago Seokjin hadn’t been able to imagine himself a married man, settling for one woman, and perhaps two concubines, but now it was all he could think. How quickly his mind had changed. He wanted a spring wedding, he would oversee the tailors make you the most elegant wedding dress the Empire had ever seen. The kitchen would make all your favourite dishes, and the night of consummation would be paradisiacal. Keeping his hands to him until that point may be difficult, but he was sure he could. And if not? Well, he was the son of the Emperor, he could do as he pleased.
A soft knock at the door had both Seokjin and yourself looking at the door, a moment of hesitation to answer. Seokjin worried his brothers may have found out he was back already, the six ready to plead to him once more to be the one to marry. How thrilled they will be to hear he would be the first to marry, and possibly save their asses.
“Come in.” He called.
The door gently pushed open, an older woman poking her head into the room before she bowed. “Apologies for interrupting, Prince Seokjin,” She excused. “But we were told you requested a bath?”
The man’s eyes lit up in realisation, before he glanced to you.
“No, for her.” He corrected, nodding toward you. “I would like her bathed and dressed for dinner this evening.”
You could feel the way his eyes were burning into your skull, willing you to look at him, and you stupidly caved in, eyes warily meeting his wide ones.
“She will be dining with the Emperor tonight.”
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A/N; Chapter two is done! What did you all think?? I’ll be trying to update this story at least once a week, depending on how life goes! Tag list is open! 🌈
#bts#btsxreader#bts fanfiction#jinxreader#jiminxreader#jungkookxreader#ot7btsxreader#taehyungxreader#namjoonxreader#Hoseok reader#yoongixreader#yandere Jin#yandere Namjoon#yandere Hoseok#yandere Yoongi#yandere Jungkook#yandere Jimin#yandere taehyung#yandere!bts#yandere!btsxreader#Bring The Fire#BTF#Royal!bts#bts Royal!au#isekai
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hello, can you do a yoongi impregnation kink with yoongi having a big penis and reader has a size kink and likes being praised with reader squirting at the end? Thank you!!
Hope you like it😊💓
Tent
Bitch hours
Pairing: yoongixreader
Warning: impregnation kink, big dick, squirting, unprotected sex, cumming inside, praise kink, size kink.
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All you could hear was the sound of fire cracking outside the tent and insects humming into the dark night.
Yoongi, your soon-to-be husband, was sitting between your legs, butt naked. He had stripped you out of your clothes the moment you both stepped into the tent. The good thing was that no one was near the tent. So he could make you moan as loud as he wants.
His free hand travelled up your leg and cupped your bare, wet pussy. His palm caressed it while pumping his cock in his other hand. You sighed happily at the contact.
His hand was so big that it covered your lower parts completely. The warmth of his hand was making you grind your pussy against it.
You looked down at where he was holding his cock. It looked so big and heavy in his hands. You wondered if it would feel this heavy or heavier in your mouth. Would you be able to fit it in your tiny mouth? Probably not. You moaned at the thought.
��Yoongi, please,” you held his wrist that was between your legs.
“What, baby?” he husked, his other hand squeezing the head of his cock.
“I want you,” you moved his hand up and down on your heat.
“Want me to be inside of you?” he hovered over you. “Hm? Is your pretty cunt ready for me?” He gently kissed your temple.
“Mm yeah,” your breath got deeper, and your heartbeat faster.
“So good for me,” he grunted as his cock head aligned with your dripping cunt. He was hard for so long. He was left with blue balls last night when the people from the other ground decided to spend a night on this side. But now, nothing was stopping him from ruining your cunt. He had no sanity for foreplay.
His hips pushed further into you. Your pissy opening on his plump cock head and letting him enter your hot and wet home.
“Fuc- argh,” he moaned, feeling your walls around him. His length was overwhelmingly fat and long. He stretched your cunt above your limits, making you feel the pain of pleasure.
He saw your mouth wide open, struggling to let out a moan and your face scrunched up. “That's it, love. You are taking me in so fucking well,” his one hand rubbed gentle circles on your clit to distract you from the pain.
Yoongi pressed soft kisses over your face and then buried his face in your neck, sucking love bites over your neck. “So tight and warm,” he bit your neck.
Something came over him sniffing your neck and he held your hips, getting comfortable, he picked up his pace.
“Fuck, Yoongi!” you screamed when his cock drilled into your hole so hard and fast. His head was stroking your cum spot. You moaned his name like a broken doll. “Fuck me harder,” your cunt squelched and made his cock wetter.
“You got it, babe,” he pulled out and turned you to your side. Holding your one leg he trusted back inside and mercilessly pounded into you. His veiny arms around your leg looked hot, nails digging into your flesh. “Babe,” he grunted. “Imagine if I got you pregnant,” your pussy pulsed and clenched around him at the thought. “Fuck, you want that?”
“Wanna carry our baby,” you screamed, body with the force of his thrusts. One of your hands clutching his arm. “Fuck fuck,” your mind was all over the place.
“Gonna make you all round and vulnerable with a baby in you,” his balls were hitting your thigh. “Everyone will know that someone fucked you too good and got you pregnant,” he cupped your breast and fondled it, his large hand enveloping your whole boob. He rolled and tugged your nipples. Your mouth fell open with a silent moan.
“Pussy so warm and perfect,” his cock twitched as he felt you coming closer to your high. “Cum with me, baby. Be a good girl,” his jabs got much more intense and his cock was hammering into you. Yoongi closed his eyes and groaned.
Within a few, you let out a loud moan of his name and started cumming.
Yoongi felt something warm pouring over his cock and stomach. Opening his eyes, he saw you squirting on his cock. He twitched inside you and moaned shakily. Without any warning, he started cumming inside you. He had never seen you squirting ever or anyone in real life. It was so hot. He was drenched with your juices and he loved it.
He pressed his fingers against your clit and rubbed it vigorously, making your cunt squirt with a scream. “Oh, fuck, sweetheart!” he exclaimed. “I never knew I was with a squirter.”
“Yoongi,” you whined and slumped on the mattress-covered ground which was now soaked with your squirt.
He pulled out, adding the leaking mess to the other mess. He wiped you both clean and cleaned the space before laying you down and hugging you closer to him. Your head on his chest. His hand slowly caressed the side of your stomach.
“Can't wait to see you so full of my baby.”
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Fics that will remain close to my heart forever
Blackout by @jjungxkook ( jungkookxreader, series, 3 parts, completed) Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 |
Eunoia by @wishesunderthestars (ot7xreader, series, 24 chapters so far, ongoing)
Gemini by @hamsterclaw (jiminxreader, Two part-series, completed) Part 1 | Part 2 |
Beloved by @bang-tan-bitches (yoongixreader, one-shot, completed)
Three Tangerines series by @kithtaehyung (yoongixreader, series, multiple parts, ongoing)
Promise Me by @sahmfanficbts (jungkookxreader, namjoonxreader (not poly),one-shot, completed)
How to Sell Sunshine by @alpacaparkaseok (ot7xreader (not poly), series, completed)
@honeytae 's masterlist (this blog has so many lil oneshots and drabbles that I just love)
If you're looking for something to read I would definitely recommend these!
#favs list#must read#bts fanfics#bts x reader#namjoon x reader#jungkook x reader#bts smut#jimin#jimin x reader#jeon jungkook#yoongi x reader
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Can I put in a drabble request for yoongixreader where neither of them are big on Valentine’s Day but yoongi still is romantic on the day bc he’s like the person at the store sold me on the idea for the day? (Idk if that made sense but thank you!!)
hello, you absolutely can put in this request! thank you for sending it. this was fun. <3
pairing: yoongi x reader (no pronouns used)
genre: established relationship au, fluff
warnings: swearing. mentions of alcohol. yoongi being cute in his weird little yoongi ways.
wc: 1k
taking valentine's day drabble requests here ♡
You have a standing nine a.m. meeting on Tuesdays.
Like clockwork, Namjoon appears on camera and talks your ear off for thirty minutes about something or other, and that’s exactly what he does this morning, too. Some distributor in Europe is experiencing shipping delays, so there’s not much to catch up on because nothing’s moving, even though that’s paperwork too, so he just rocks back in his chair and says, “Doing anything fun for Valentine’s Day?”
And you pull a face, just like you always do. “No, we don’t really celebrate it,” you answer, because it’s more socially acceptable than going through your well-rehearsed Valentine’s Day is a capitalist scam bullet points.
Namjoon just hums, says something about chocolate and roses for his partner, maybe wine over a candlelit dinner, and it all sounds dreadfully uninspired.
So that’s how the rest of the day goes. You have another afternoon meeting with Jimin, who pops up on your screen wearing a headband trimmed with feathers and sequined hearts on tiny springs, and Jimin is animated, so they bobble in every direction the more excited he gets. Which—he works in human resources, so what is there to even get excited about?
By five-thirty you’re ready to log off and spend the rest of the evening on the couch. Maybe order some takeaway you’ll have to wait three times as long for and soak in a warm bath until all your skin turns pruney. You pick up your phone, halfway to texting Yoongi to see what he wants to do for dinner, when the lock turns in the front door.
Speak of the devil and he shall appear, because there’s Yoongi, cheeks pink as he curses the cold, holding a suspiciously large gift wrapped in metallic red paper. “Hello,” you intone.
He gets caught up trying to toe off his sneakers and nearly brains himself on the console table. “Motherfuck,” comes his response. Then, like he’s just realizing you’d spoken, he says, “Hi, baby,” and sends you a gummy smile.
“What’s that?” you ask, gesturing to the package in his hands. “Looks an awful lot like it might be a Valentine’s Day gift.”
“It is,” he answers simply. “Do you want to open it?”
This is… not how this is supposed to go. Yoongi is arguably more of an anti-capitalist than you are. Your Yoongi would never buy you a Valentine’s Day gift. “Um.”
He takes one look at your expression—half confusion, half exasperation—and laughs. “It’s not gonna bite you.”
“Yeah, but—”
He sighs. Finally gets his sneakers sorted in the rack and waddles over, still wrapped tight in his winter coat. “But nothing. Here, open it.”
With one more questioning glance (that Yoongi promptly ignores), you take the gift from his hands. It’s heavy; feels solid, whatever it is. You pop the seams of the wrapping paper one at a time, still not convinced it’s not going to bite you, until the paper falls away to reveal a matte black box. A foot or so long, not as wide. You hear yourself gasp when you lift the lid.
Inside, there’s a gorgeous cutting board. Oiled maple, with the date of your and Yoongi’s anniversary etched into the corner. Resting on tissue paper with little hearts printed on it, for fuck’s sake. It’s almost sickening, how perfect it is. How thoughtful. How Yoongi it is, because this is his version of romance: something practical, something you’ve grumbled about needing a million times but haven’t gotten around to buying, because every time you mention getting a new cutting board Yoongi always scoffs and says, Why would I spend all that money on a cutting board when I could just make one for cheaper, and you reply, each time without fail, Have you seen the price of wood lately?
And, now, here it is. A cutting board with your anniversary etched into it, Yoongi still in his puffy jacket, looking bashful and a little embarrassed, fidgety as he awaits your reaction. “Do you hate it?” he asks. “I know we don’t really do gifts, but—”
“Min Yoongi, I am going to kick your ass.” You try to sound intimidating and Very Serious, but it comes out all waterlogged.
“Uh,” he responds, “I’m not really sure if that’s a yes or a no. Baby?”
“Of course I don’t hate it. Are you insane? Where did you even do this? When did you do this?”
He laughs, deep deep deep. Scratches at the back of his neck. “Funny story, actually. You know that weird store in the mall? The one with the ceramics and the painting and shit?” You nod; Jimin keeps trying to drag you there to get shitfaced and paint watercolors. “Yeah, well. I stopped by the mall today to buy Slam Dunk on DVD—”
“On DVD? Jesus, Yoongi, what are you, eighty years old?”
“—and some guy was standing outside trying to get people to buy shit, and I wasn’t gonna make you a fuckin’ lumpy mug, was I? So I said no, and he said come on, you look like a romantic guy, and I know he was lying and trying to get a reaction out of me, so I was like, yeah okay, but only if you have cutting boards, because you’ve been talking about getting one and I wasn’t expecting that weird fuckin’ store to have cutting boards, and then he said they did and it… just kind of spiraled.”
You’re a little stunned.
“Oh my god,” you reply. “You’re ridiculous. You’re the best. I love you. I didn’t get you anything, though.”
Yoongi shakes his head, presses a kiss to your forehead. “Don’t worry about it. I got the DVD set so just pay me back for it and we’ll call it even.”
“I can’t do that,” you argue. “You got me this nice, thoughtful gift—”
“Technically, I got you more, but I wanted to make sure you weren’t gonna murder me first.”
“What—” you begin to say, but then the doorbell rings.
There’s the delivery person, bag of takeout in hand from your favorite restaurant. Behind him, another delivery person from the bougie florist across town, holding what looks like a hundred roses.
“Min Yoongi!” you yell, and Yoongi quickly thanks the people at the door and shuts it. “I will sue you!”
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Can someone recommend me yoongi x reader imagines????
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