#jiyong angst

[theharrowing]

Collateral 🗡️ POV: Jimin

Jimin learns that his boyfriend played a role in his recent attack and he decides to get revenge. 

Or, the one where Jimin attempts to kill a man, but needs to call for help, and 2seok arrive to take care of more than just a dead body.

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❗ THIS IS A CHARACTER POV CHAPTER!!!

if you do not wish to perceive any POV that is not the main character, please feel free to skip this one!

🗡️Jimin x his ex, Jimin x Seokjin x Hoseok

🗡️ word count: 9.7k

🗡️ mafia au, complicated relationships, graphic violence, poly, smut, angst, fluff, nsfw, explicit, 21+

🗡️ warnings: power bottom Jimin with ex; bottom/sub Jimin & top/dom Seokjin with allusions to top/dom Hoseok. drugging someone using cocaine laced with pharmaceuticals with the intention of killing them; use of anal plug; anal sex; restraining someone against their will; sex pivots from consensual to dubious; cocaine use; murder; being cradled in the bosom of one friend while the other suffocates his dying boyfriend with a pillow; bdsm dynamics; wearing a collar; sounding - use of sounding rod; safewords; subspace; allusions to blowjob & anal fingering with the promise of sex.

🗡️ notes: mc is referred to in 3rd person (she/her) pronouns for this chapter! i don't have Jimin's relationship tagged in the overall fic because this is the first and last time we know him by name and it feels insignificant. this chapter is a bit brutal at times. heed the warnings.

🗡️ early draft beta read by @blog-name-idk - but it has undergone some pretty big non-beta’d edits

🗡️ posted feb. 2024 - originally nov. 2022 | read on ao3

Jimin stares at his reflection in the vanity mirror. He has recently colored his hair a nice medium brown, and his gaze traces the waves that perfectly rest over his forehead, marveling at a job well done. 

Beauty is a weapon that Jimin hones and uses expertly, and this new look of his is simply an act of sharpening his blade.

R&B music plays constantly through speakers placed in every corner of the room, setting the mood while Jimin slowly and delicately applies a dusting of pink eyeshadow, highlighting with white below the brows, and finishing with soft black lines along his lids that peak in a faint cat eye at the ends. Then he applies mascara and dots gemstones along his brows and beneath his eyes.

His right eye is still bruised with deep blues and purples surrounding the socket, but the swelling has gone down, and Jimin rather likes how dramatic it looks dusted in shimmery pink. 

To complete the look, Jimin applies a light pink gloss to his lips, then gently blots on a deep red eyeshadow just to the scabbed-over slit on the right side that has been healing nicely. The injury stands out, and one would never know a touch of powder has been added to accentuate it. 

"Perfect," Jimin says with a grin as he sits back in his chair in only his briefs and takes in his reflection. 

Jimin promised Yoongi he would lay low because it was the only way he figured he would have the freedom to return as quickly as possible and enact his revenge without the others worrying too much about him. The moment he left the mansion, he drove straight to his suite at Paradise. He feels guilty for lying, but lying is one of the few privileges Jimin has always had, and at times it comes as second nature to him.

Taehyung had let it slip that Jimin's soon-to-be ex-boyfriend is associated with the man who attacked him. While the family men were beating information out of the man, he name-dropped Jiyong and mentioned he is one of Ryujin's men who had been sent to spy on the family. 

Jimin hates that he was not a bit surprised to hear the rumor. He had been having suspicions for several weeks that Jiyong may have been up to something, and he has recently been keeping him at arm's length and not inviting him to any of the mansions. Since keeping Jiyong away from the property, his attitude has begun to take a turn, and he has been unpredictable and moody, which Jimin now attributes to him being unable to complete his mission. 

So, naturally, Jimin has decided the only thing left to do is corner the man, apply a little pressure, and force him to speak, all while slowly killing him. And what better place to do so than in the comfort of his suite at Paradise, where no one will dare interfere with his actions? 

His usual guard, who is already stationed outside his room, has been informed to ignore any screaming he may hear—aside from a safeword that Jimin has chosen, of course. The room is bugged for his safety, and Jimin tries not to imagine all the things his trusty guard has heard over the years. After all, that is how he was saved from the beating that could have ended up being a lot worse.

Jimin steps back from the vanity and gives himself one more glance before sliding down from his tall makeup chair and walking to his closet. The room is nearly the size of his suite, with rows of clothing, costumes, bondage gear, jewelry, footwear, and other accessories. He walks to the first rack, which is lined with robes and lingerie, and he grabs a mesh black knee-length, long-sleeve robe with feathers lining the hems. 

Beneath the robe, all Jimin wears is tight pink briefs, and he ties the black cord around his waist loose enough to allow plenty of skin to stay exposed, showcasing several semi-faded bruises on his chest and neck. Jimin considers painting over those with a little makeup as well, but a light knock on his suite door indicates that his time to prepare has come to an end. 

"One moment, jagi!" Jimin calls from the closet. 

He smooths his hands down the soft mesh of his garment and pulls his lips into a sweet, practiced smile. All the world is a stage, and Jimin is ready to put on a final performance for Jiyong. 

With one last glance around the suite, Jimin confirms that everything is in place, and he turns off the closet light and walks to the door. The room is simple, with a large bed in the corner and shelves of sex toys between the bed and the closet door. There is a tiny kitchenette between the closet and the en suite bathroom, where Jimin can prepare something small to eat, but he only uses the space to store alcohol and the occasional snack. 

There used to be a small dining table and chairs, but after the attack, Jimin had all superfluous furniture removed, leaving only the bed, makeup chair, and vanity. He had come too close to getting the back of his head bashed into the corner of the hardwood of the table, and he does not want to take the chance again. 

The lighting is dim, with pink and purple lights giving the room a bit of a romantic glow. On the bed are black satin sheets with wrist restraints tucked just below the pillows for bondage play. 

Jimin loves being restrained and made helpless during sex. There is something he finds so addicting about handing over all control and being used as his partner pleases. Of course, bondage play is reserved only for people who Jimin trusts. Even so, the restraints he ordinarily uses have a safety mechanism to allow him to break out of them easily, should he need to. 

The restraints currently nestled under Jimin's pillow have no such mechanism. 

When Jimin opens the door wide and takes in the sight before him, his smile nearly falters. Jiyong's hair is black, short, and messy—framing his handsome face nicely—like he rolled out of bed moments before arriving. He wears a simple white tee tucked into blue jeans, and Jimin wonders how it would look with bright, deep crimson red spreading over the thin, white fabric. 

"Hey, baby boy," Jiyong says as he eyes Jimin's attire with a smirk. "When you said you wanted to speak in private I didn't realize you meant you wanted to fuck. I would have put a little more effort into my appearance."

Jimin takes a step forward and rubs his hands over Jiyong's chest. He can feel his heart beating gently behind his ribs, and he tilts his head slightly down to capture Jiyong's lips in a chaste but sweet kiss. 

"I had plans to just talk," Jimin mutters against Jiyong's lips. "But then I thought about how long it's been since we've had some time for just ourselves and I couldn't resist changing into something more enticing."

"Enticing?" Jiyong responds with a grin. "You're absolutely breathtaking, baby." 

Jimin doesn't miss the way Jiyong's gaze lingers on his bruised eye and split lip as he grips onto his shirt and backs into the suite. He glances over Jiyong's head, making eye contact with the guard who stands with his arms crossed in the hall, just opposite his door. The guard nods once, and Jimin tugs Jiyong over the threshold and closes the door, which locks behind them. 

"Let me fix us a drink, okay?" Jimin suggests, and Jiyong nods as he eagerly reaches for the black cord around Jimin's waist that holds his robe closed. Jimin swats at his hands and giggles as he backs away. 

"Have a seat," Jimin says as he nods to the bed.

Jiyong does as instructed and sits on the edge of the bed. He rubs his hands over the dark sheets and keeps his eyes fixed on Jimin, who saunters over to the kitchenette while keeping his attention partially on Jiyong as best as he can. 

Jimin pulls two short, round glasses from a small drying rack on the counter and grabs a decanter of whiskey that Yoongi gifted him, pulling the intricately designed triangle crystal top off with an inviting pop as the rubber stopper comes loose from the opening. He pours them both a finger of whiskey and puts the decanter top back on, pushing it nice and firm to create an air-tight seal. 

"Whoa," Jiyong calls from the bed, "using the special occasion whiskey?"

Jimin hums and turns to Jiyong with a smile. "That's right. Jeonggukie also gave me some new product that I would like you to try. I had a sniff shortly before you got here, and I feel incredible."

"Damn, starting without me?" Jiyong chides. 

On a small mirror, Jimin has racked up a nice thick line of cocaine, triazolam, and codeine. He brings it over to the bed with an already rolled-up note and hands it to Jiyong, then turns back to the kitchenette for the glasses of whiskey. Jiyong wastes no time snorting the concoction. 

First, there's a hiss, then a gasp. Jimin turns to Jiyong with wide, worried eyes, and much to his pleasure, he watches as his darling boyfriend struggles to hold his composure. Snorting the medications could not have felt good, Jimin thinks to himself. Probably it burns his cocaine-raw skin like crazy.

"Everything alright?" Jimin asks sweetly.

"Fuck's in this?"

Jimin chuckles, adding a lilt of playfulness at the end. "Cocaine, silly."

Jiyong taps on his nostril with the knuckle of his bent index finger and sniffs several times. "Smells off. You said this was new?"

"Just came in last night."

"And you had some?"

Jimin hums and hands Jiyong his whiskey. "I did," he lies with a soft smile.

The line Jimin racked up was pretty thick, even for an avid user such as Jiyong, and he smiles as he grabs the empty mirror from the bed and sets it onto a nearby nightstand. It is astounding, really, how someone who snorts so much cocaine does not immediately find something off about the powder and refuse to snort it. 

None of the family men would have been that stupid. But, then again, none of them do drugs outside of what Jeongguk supplies.  

Jiyong swirls his whiskey and gives it a smell, then sips it slowly, and Jimin holds back laughter at his newfound paranoia. Originally, he had planned on mixing the pills in his whiskey, but after some trial runs, the powder of the crushed-up medication was always detectable, either visually or by taste. 

"Alright," Jiyong says as he adjusts his posture, sitting up and rolling his shoulders. He winces as he sniffles loudly. "What's the special occasion?"

Jimin holds his drink out toward Jiyong, which Jiyong taps his glass gently against, and as Jimin shoots back the bittersweet liquid, Jiyong follows suit and does the same. 

"Get on the bed, jagi," Jimin says. "I want to give you my good news with your cock buried deep in my ass."

Jiyong coughs, seemingly shocked by Jimin's words, and Jimin laughs as he leans to give him a weak pat on the back. As Jiyong bends forward and attempts to catch his breath, Jimin peels the empty glass from his fingers and sets both glasses beside the mirror on the nightstand. Also on the small, black table is his silver vial of unlaced cocaine.

Perhaps it is selfish, Jimin thinks, but despite his overwhelming desire to dig his claws into Jiyong and kill him with his own two hands, he wants to fuck him one last time. He even went through the trouble of prepping himself, just in case the pills kick in too quickly.

Jiyong stands from the bed and stumbles forward a step before correcting himself, and Jimin watches as panic flashes over his face while he begins to undress. He leaves his clothing in a heap beside the bed and sits naked on the mattress, cock half-hard and looking heavy between his legs. 

"Lay down, jagi," Jimin instructs, and Jiyong smirks as he scoots back on the black silk, then rotates himself to lay with his head on the center pillow. 

Jimin bites his lip and swishes his hips to the soft R&B that plays overhead as he rubs his hands down over his pecs and tummy, then back up, feeling the soft black fabric of his mesh robe. Jiyong watches intently, following the movement of Jimin's hands, and Jimin approaches and bends slightly at the hips as he sticks his hands under the robe to gather the hem of his briefs and pull them down. 

"Gonna keep the robe on?" Jiyong asks with a grin.

Jimin nods, feeling rather femme fatale, and saunters over to the bed, wasting no time to climb on top and straddle his boyfriend's hips one last time. 

"I prepped myself," he says sweetly, giggling as Jiyong's eyes go wide, and he reaches behind Jimin to feel for himself. 

A small burst of pleasure shivers through Jimin when Jiyong's fingers touch the end of the metal anal plug, and he lets out an exaggerated moan and throws his head back. Jiyong tugs on the toy a few times, then slowly begins to pull it out, sparking Jimin to let out a genuine moan as he falls forward into Jiyong's chest. 

"So eager you prepped yourself," Jiyong teases as he tosses the plug aside and presses two long fingers into Jimin's stretched-out hole, forcing a sob to fall from between his lips. 

"Need you now," Jimin moans, rolling his hips and fucking himself onto Jiyong's fingers. 

Jiyong reaches beneath Jimin with his other hand and grabs his cock. He presses against Jimin's hole, in which his fingers are still buried, and Jimin trembles and slaps Jiyong on the chest. 

"One or the other," he complains, feeling horny and impatient. 

Jiyong pulls his fingers out and gives Jimin's ass a light slap, groaning, "Alright, alright." 

As soon as Jiyong presses his cock head into Jimin's ass, Jimin takes over and sits up, rocking his hips gently despite the overwhelming stretch. Jiyong slides his hands over Jimin's ass, grips him with intention, but then drops his arms to his sides. A light sigh leaves Jiyong, and Jimin opens his eyes to find him staring at the ceiling, looking spaced out. 

"What's the matter, Ji?" Jimin purrs as he picks up his pace, rolling his hips up and crashing them down.

Grunts and groans come from Jiyong, and he blinks several times. Finally, he mutters, "What was in that cocaine?"

Jimin slows his hips to a languid pace and grabs both of Jiyong's hands. He pulls both hands above his head and leans forward, leaving a soft kiss on the tip of his nose. 

"What do you mean?" Jimin asks sheepishly.

"I feel...fuck. Tired."

Jimin hums, reaches above Jiyong's hand to tug on a thick black strap that runs from the bed frame, to just under his pillow, and pulls out a black leather wrist cuff. Jiyong does not enjoy being restrained, so Jimin works fast to secure the cuff, which locks in place with a velcro strap that wraps around the entire wrist. 

"What—" Jiyong yanks at his restraint and attempts to claw at the velcro with his other hand. "Jimin, this isn't funny."

Jimin, who continues to slowly fuck himself on Jiyong's cock, fishes out the second restraint and wrestles it onto his wrist. Jiyong grunts in a feeble attempt to beg Jimin to free him, but he doesn't seem to have a lot of strength left in him, and the words die on his tongue. Jimin giggles as he tightens the velcro, then he sits back up and bounces his hips high, slamming them down hard, hoping to cum fast before he loses him completely. 

"Triazolam and codeine," Jimin moans as he throws his head back.

"Wh—"

"The cocaine," Jimin groans as he makes eye contact with a very heavy-lidded Jiyong. "I laced it with triazolam and codeine."

Jiyong rocks his hips as if in a panic, possibly attempting to shake Jimin off, but it does him no good. Jimin is close anyway, and he snakes one hand into his robe to squeeze at his leaking cock head, hissing from the burst of pleasure that the contact brings. 

"Don't you want to make me cum, baby?" Jimin asks, moaning through each word as his high increases.

Jiyong stammers, "Of c-course."

"It's a shame I'll never cum on this cock again," Jimin whines as he rubs the dribbled streak of precum down his shaft. 

"Jimin," Jiyong mutters, "what are you doing?"

Jimin feels so close. He picks up his pace, squeezes his eyes shut, and sobs out as his orgasm rocks through him. He catches all of his release in his hand and leans his weight on his other hand, which presses into Jiyong's chest. 

Despite bringing himself quickly to orgasm, everything feels lackluster, and Jimin sighs as he lifts his hips and drops Jiyong's still-hard cock out of him.

Originally, he wanted to blacken Jiyong's eye and split his lip as the other man had done to him, but now that Jimin comes down from his high, he just feels disappointed. He feels sad. 

"Was this relationship a sham from the start or did Shin recently buy you?"

Horror widens Jiyong's heavy eyes. "Ji-Jimin, p-please."

"Answer me!" Jimin shrieks, balling his fist as his cum runs down his wrist. 

"I'm sorry, Jimin," Jiyong mutters. "Please f-forgive me."

"Forgive you for what, exactly?"

Jimin dismounts Jiyong and gets off the bed. He picks up his pink briefs and wipes his hand off with it, then grabs his silver vial of cocaine from the nightstand, unscrews the top, and brings the attached tiny metal spoon to his nose. 

"I w-was just supposed to sp-spy on the family," Jiyong mutters pathetically.

Jimin sniffs back the drug, dips the spoon in once more, and sniffs a second small pile into the other nostril. Then he screws the top back onto the vial and holds it tight in his fist as Jiyong continues.

"I wasn't...su-supposed to f-fall in love."

Anger and bile rise up Jimin's throat, and he turns to Jiyong with a frown. "Don't you fucking dare!"

"I d-do love you," Jiyong whines, and Jimin's fist trembles. He wants to punch Jiyong until his face is unrecognizable. But he doesn't want to fuck up his hands; Jimin needs his hands. 

"You love me? Which is why you sent someone to beat me up? Weird fucking way to show your love, Ji!"

Jiyong squeezes his eyes shut and shakes his head. A tear falls down the side of his face, the sight of which just adds to Jimin's fury.

"I didn't k-know—he wasn't supposed to do th..." Jiyong trails off, face falling to the side.

Jimin approaches and slaps Jiyong several times on the cheek. Jiyong startles and opens his eyes wide and pleadingly. 

"Baby," Jiyong whines.

"If you confess to me what happened I will unrestrain you, force you to vomit the pills, and we can part ways and call this done," Jimin lies. "Otherwise, you are going to die."

Jiyong's eyes open wide, and he swallows hard. "I was Sh-Shin's man from the start. But I stopped giving her inf-information. That's why she sent that guy, who—who—. He was supposed to rough up me. Not you. I'm sor-sorry."

"Ryujin sent you to spy on us, and then you got too close and betrayed her? So she sent a man to set you straight and he attacked me instead? Is that what happened?"

Jiyong nods frantically, eyes threatening to roll to the back of his head. "P-please, you can't leave me here to die. Someone will f-find out."

"People overdose in these rooms every week, jagi. Nobody will ask questions when Yoongi's men are the ones handing your body over to the morgue."

A weak, garbled sob comes from Jiyong, who attempts to scratch at his restraints. He kicks his feet out, but it is clear that his limbs are too heavy to move very well, and he gives up, curling on himself as best as he can as he cries. 

And Jimin, who thought he had everything under control, sobs before he can stop himself. In the six months that he and Jiyong have been spending time together, he has managed to catch feelings. 

They were compatible. They fit together nicely. And it was all a lie, doomed from the start because he was sent by the enemy and chose to keep that a secret even as they got close. 

The worst part is that if Jiyong had been honest with him about betraying Ryujin, they could have tried to make it work. It would have been an uphill battle, but he would have done his best to trust him.

Jimin turns away from the bed in time for tears to fall in heavy streams down his face. He can't do this. He can't follow through with the murder. He needs help. 

On the vanity counter sits Jimin's phone, and he walks over and picks it up in shaky hands, dialing Yoongi's number. Yoongi answers after one ring.

"Hello?"

"Hyung," Jimin sobs, voice squeaking. "Please don't be mad at me."

"Jiminah," Yoongi responds firmly. "I could never be mad at you. Tell me what is happening. What do you need?"

"I c-came to Paradise," Jimin hiccups. "I brought Jiyong and I drugged him but I can't finish him. I need help, hyung."

Yoongi chuckles. It is soft and bright, and it takes Jimin by surprise. He can't help but smile slightly from the sound.

"Jiminah, what did I tell you about trying to do everything by yourself?"

"I know," Jimin whines, feeling pathetic. "I'm sorry."

"Seokjin and Hoseok are at House of Cards. I can send them over now, or I can come to you in the next thirty or so minutes."

"S-Seokjin-hyung is fine."

"Don't cry, okay, Jiminie? Your hyungs will take care of it."

"Th-thank you, hyung."

The line goes dead, and Jimin lowers his phone from his ear. There was a part of him that feared Yoongi would be disappointed in him for going against his wishes of laying low. But he should know by now that Yoongi could never be disappointed in him. He has said as much many times, and he has never shown signs of faltering. 

Jimin takes a fortifying breath and holds it in his lungs before breathing it out slowly. His phone vibrates in his hand, and he lifts it to find a notification from Seokjin that says, "Be there in 5." 

Hyungs will take care of everything, Jimin reminds himself. They always do. 

The room is still and silent, and Jimin glances at the man on his bed—naked and breathing deeply, fast asleep. Jimin wasn't sure how much it would take to force an overdose, and his original plan was to smother him in the event that the pills were not enough. But now that he faces the need to finish the task, his arms feel shaky and weak. 

Jimin is not a killer. He may be family to a pack of ruthless men, but Jimin cannot bring himself to kill someone. 

With one more deep exhale, Jimin returns to his closet and grabs the clothes he came dressed in—a black long-sleeve velvet button-up and lace-front leather pants. 

The intention was to go to the club and find someone to fuck away his frustration with, but now as he slides on the thick leather pants, he does not feel like doing much of anything. He even considers finding something else to wear since it will be Seokjin and Hoseok taking him home, but he doesn't have the strength to choose a new outfit. Maybe his hyungs will consider his outfit amusing. 

Jimin manages to loosely tuck his shirt into the front of his pants before there are three firm knocks on the door. Seokjin always knocks thrice. Jimin smiles weakly to himself and shuts off the light in his closet, then makes his way to the door, keeping his eyes off Jiyong. 

When Jimin swings the door open, Seokjin immediately lifts his hands to Jimin's chin and bends to place a soft kiss on his bottom lip. Jimin gasps and immediately relaxes into the touch, and Seokjin places a second peck on his nose before standing straight and peering over his head. It has been years since Seokjin kissed him, and Jimin stands in a bit of a daze.

"I have always wondered what his cock looks like," Seokjin muses.

Jimin backhands him on the chest with a chuckle, coming back to earth as he shouts, "Hyung!"

"Tell us what you need," Hoseok says softly as his head appears from the side of Seokjin's broad shoulder. 

Jimin takes a step back and allows both men into the room, and as Seokjin walks past Jimin toward the bed, Hoseok closes the door softly and approaches Jimin, gently taking his chin in his hands just as Seokjin had. 

"Baby, your new hair color is stunning," Hoseok says sweetly, eyes sparkling. "You look so much younger."

Jimin sniffles and smiles, feeling tear streaks staining his cheeks. "I look younger because I've cried my makeup off like a child."

Hoseok chuckles and pulls Jimin into a firm hug, engulfing his head and shoulder with his arms. He smells like a freshly picked bouquet, and Jimin wraps his arms around Hoseok, sinking into the feeling; Hoseok has never hugged Jimin like this before. 

Then, Jimin hears it: a muffled voice groaning and struggling from behind him. Hoseok holds Jimin even closer.

"It'll be over in a second, baby, don't worry," Hoseok mutters against Jimin's head, and Jimin nods feebly and lets out a deep breath that he had been holding.

For years, Seokjin and Hoseok have called Jimin baby, and for years, Jimin thought it was condescending at best. But like this, tightly wound in Hoseok's arms, the name brings him comfort. Perhaps, he thinks, he had it all wrong. 

"Did he manage to confess?" Seokjin asks, and Hoseok slowly lowers his arms from around Jimin. 

Jimin is not sure what he expects to see when he turns around, but he is thankful to find that Seokjin has completely covered Jiyong with the black silk sheet. Seokjin glances around the room and begins to collect Jimin's things, grabbing his vial of cocaine and his cell phone and shoving them into his pockets.

"He said Ryujin sent him to spy on us and that he ended up fall—" Jimin stops himself, then sighs and nibbles on the inside of his lip. "When we started dating he began to lose sight of the mission. Apparently, the guy who roughed me up was actually sent here for him. Or so he claimed. I don't know. I don't fucking care anymore."

Hoseok wraps his arms around Jimin's shoulders, pulling him into a tight back-hug while Seokjin washes the whiskey glasses and mirror that had been left on the nightstand. 

"Oh, baby, you clearly do care," Hoseok says as he rests his head against Jimin's shoulder and nuzzles his nose below his ear. "And that's okay. We can help you forget."

"Forget, how?" Jimin asks, watching as Seokjin tidies up the makeup that was left on the vanity, then gathers the clothing that had been piled on the floor. 

Seokjin turns to Jimin and quickly raises his eyebrows a few times. "Any way you'd like, pretty bird. What's your poison, these days?"

What Jimin really wants is to be tied up and fucked senseless until he forgets the way Jiyong's cock felt inside him—until he forgets his own name. But he doesn't know how to ask for that, even if it happens to be something that he assumes is on the table. 

Luckily, Jimin doesn't have to ask because these two can read him like a book. Reading people is one of their many shared gifts.

"Let's get you home and take good care of you, hmm?" Hoseok suggests.

Seokjin smiles and sends him a wink. It all seems innocuous enough, but Jimin can hear it in their voices—can see it in their eyes.

Jimin nods and lets himself smile. "Okay."

On their way out of the club, Jeongguk and Taehyung show up to take care of Jiyong's body. They say Yoongi sent them, and they both give Jimin a warm hug, which is a strange thing to receive from either of them, much less both.

The ride to Seokjin and Hoseok's house is short; Jimin disassociates from the moment they get into the car, with only the sound of the large metal gate at the end of the drive pulling him from his daze. A sedan sits parked in front of the garage, so Hoseok pulls up behind it and gets out. Before Jimin can reach for the handle, his door is pulled wide open, and Yoongi stands before him with his arms outstretched.

"Hyung," Jimin mutters. He pauses before exiting, then steps out of the vehicle and into Yoongi's embrace.

"I'm so sorry for all you have been put through, Jiminah," Yoongi says against the side of Jimin's head. 

Jimin sighs and wraps his arms around Yoongi. Although he is grateful for so much care, he feels embarrassed by all the attention. The youngest two hugging him earlier was the final straw. 

"It's fine," Jimin grumbles.

Yoongi backs from the hug but takes Jimin firmly by the shoulders with both hands. "It is not fine," he says, looking Jimin sternly in the eye. "I know you had feelings for him. And I know you are a softie who hates to kill. But you are not alone. Please do not ever feel like you have to do anything alone."

"I was afraid to ask because you wanted me to lay low, and I went against your word," Jimin confesses. 

"Jiminah," Yoongi whines, knitting his eyebrow in frustration. "You know that no matter what, I will never be upset with you. I told you to lay low for your protection, but you are not a child. I trust you to do what you think needs to be done. Just please do not do everything by yourself. We are a family for a reason, and I am here for you, no matter what."

Jimin wiggles out of Yoongi's grasp and mutters, "Yes, hyung," as he attempts to follow Seokjin and Hoseok into their house, but Yoongi stops Jimin, grabbing his hand and giving him a gentle tug.

"One more thing," Yoongi mutters as Jimin turns to face him. Yoongi looks tired, like he hasn't slept since the last time Jimin saw him, and he wears a black tee with no button-up, which is concerning. Even in his own home, it is rare to find Yoongi dressed down in the middle of the day. 

"What is it, boss?" 

Yoongi sighs and nibbles on the inside of his mouth, crossing his arms over his chest. "Our darling knows you were the queen."

Anxiety drops to the pit of Jimin's stomach. "How—"

"She had a dream about the night she killed Seungri, and it was hard to hold back the fact that we knew all about the incident. She wanted to know how much we knew, so Namjoon and I took her to dinner and did our best to explain the events that led to that night. It...did not go very well."

"Oh."

"I do not think she is angry with you, but it is hard to say. But just be mindful of that, next time you see her. Maybe you two should have a conversation. I did not tell her much about your involvement; after a certain point she no longer wanted to listen."

Jimin swallows a lump and nods. Every inch of him tingles with anxiety, and he hates the idea of having to look her in the eye, knowing that she knows. He had planned to tell her eventually, but he was banking on not having to for a while longer—at least, not until he got to know her a little better. Curse Yoongi and his moments of kindness.

"Understood," Jimin mutters sullenly. 

Yoongi wraps his arms around Jimin once more and gives him a kiss on the cheek, which causes Jimin to grimace and attempt to wiggle away. 

"Everyone is so loving today," Jimin whines.

With a chuckle, Yoongi drops his arms from around Jimin. "The youngest two act like grumpy old men, so I have always kind of viewed you as our baby."

"Great," Jimin mutters as he rolls his eyes, though the thought of being the baby of the group does delight him quite a bit. Of course, he can never let them know that. "I'll lay low for real, this time. If dove needs space, then I can wait but if it seems like she wants to talk, let me know, and I can come right over."

Yoongi nods, flashes half a smile, and turns toward the path that connects his mansion with Seokjin's. With a final, fortifying breath, Jimin faces the house to find Seokjin standing in the doorway. His arms are crossed over his chest, but his body language is otherwise relaxed and patient—head leaning to the side against the door frame with one ankle crossed over the other. It feels oddly domestic to approach the man waiting for him in such a fashion, and Jimin hesitates before he takes a step forward. 

When they were younger, back when Seokjin joined the group and was getting trained to be a family man, Jimin was the only one not sleeping with anyone within the group, to his estimation. Taehyung and Jeongguk never came out and said anything at the time, but there was an abrupt shift in their demeanors one day—a playfulness that Jeongguk rarely displayed with anyone else—that led Jimin to believe that something had been going on. 

Seokjin quickly broke down Jimin's walls and his inclination toward avoiding platonic sex, and they spent a good two months exploring new depths of pleasure and pain, and waking up in each other's arms. And then Hoseok joined the team, and slowly, Seokjin began to replace his time with Jimin with his time with Hoseok. 

At first, Jimin felt salty about it, but as he got to know Hoseok, he understood their bond. Not only do they come from affluent families, but they are both sadistic little freaks with a bloodlust, and a penchant for manipulation. Perfect for one another.

Over the years, there has been an open invitation for Jimin to join them in bed. And over the years, Jimin has nearly caved many times. But fucking one's friends is oftentimes messy, and Jimin has always worried about being the cause of some rift between bonds of irreplaceable men, potentially making Yoongi's life more difficult. 

Not to mention, being his own top whore at Paradise has afforded him the ability to use others as a means to sexual needs and escape. So he has stayed out of their relationship.

But there has always been an inkling at the back of Jimin's mind—not only to see how Seokjin has changed over the years, but to discover what Hoseok is into, as well. Jimin has done well to keep his distance and stave off his curiosity, but today he is feeling rather vulnerable. Today he wants to experience subspace—something only Seokjin has ever helped him to accomplish.

As Jimin approaches the house and walks up the three concrete steps to the landing, Seokjin straightens his posture and holds out his arm. 

"Hoseokie is fixing up a quick stew. Would you like me to draw you a bath, or would you like to stay as you are?"

Jimin considers it. A bath does sound nice, but he would rather not be alone with his thoughts right now. "I'll stay as I am."

"Wonderful," Seokjin responds as he lets his door fall closed behind them and secures two deadbolts. The smell of something hearty and rich hits Jimin's nose, making him suddenly aware of how hungry he is. Jimin toes out of his shoes and kicks them near the neatly stacked rows of shoes and boots, and Seokjin does the same with a giggle—as if he knows Hoseok will be displeased with his carelessness, and he finds it delightful.

Jimin leans into Seokjin's hold as they make their way through the living room to the kitchen. Most of the houses on the compound are the same. Open concept foyer, living room, and kitchen with spare rooms on the first level and stairs that lead up to bedrooms and bathrooms on both floors. Each house has more rooms than its occupant—or occupants—have a need for, so many of the homes have guest rooms, offices, gyms, libraries, and so on. 

Seokjin and Hoseok have tailored several guest rooms to be sexual fantasy havens, decorated a certain way, and stocked with outfits and toys to suit that particular brand of fantasy. Hoseok is rather proud of his dollhouse room and has shown off pictures of pink walls and lavish furniture that appear as if the room had come straight out of a barbie dream house. Seokjin, on the other hand, brags most about his puppy playhouse, stocked full of harnesses and leashes, with various cages throughout.

It occurs to Jimin, as he is led to the kitchen, that he has not been back to this house since Hoseok moved in and began to decorate. There is a certain quality to the furnishings that gives the home a baroque feel—intricately hand-carved wood, gold leaf accents, and velvet upholstery. Count Dracula himself could have assisted with the interior design. Jimin smiles as he cranes his neck to see the various paintings and sconces on high, wainscotted walls.

In the dining area is a wooden table—as intricately hand-carved as everything else they own—that seats eight beside a wall of glass which overlooks a surprisingly minimalist garden. In the distance, Taehyung's mansion can be seen sticking out from a wall of tall shrubs and columnar trees. Just past the dining area, Hoseok is busy in a surprisingly modernly furnished kitchen with black marble counters and black steel appliances, dancing to a tune he hums while stirring a pot. 

"Have a seat!" Hoseok calls over his shoulder, and Seokjin guides Jimin to the chair at the head of the table, muttering, "Guest of honor." 

Jimin rounds the table and sits, then places his hands on the top of the hardwood and stares down at the mauve ceramic bowl and matte bronze utensils. He feels anxious and does his best to breathe deeply—in through his nose, pushing his belly out while keeping his shoulders down, and out through his mouth—to keep the swirl of panic that fights inside him at bay. Meanwhile, Seokjin is in the kitchen, presumably helping Hoseok while Jimin waits.

"Wine or soju, baby?" Hoseok asks.

"Or whiskey?" Seokjin suggests. 

Jimin turns his head, glancing from the corner of his eye to find Seokjin leaning against the marble counter with his black sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His dark hair is pushed off his forehead today, and he looks absolutely stunning—but, then again, Seokjin always looks stunning.

"Soju is fine," Jimin responds with a soft smile, and watches as Seokjin straightens his posture and makes his way to the fridge. Then, Hoseok spins with a large, steaming pot in mauve oven-mitt-covered hands, and Jimin's eyes follow as he rounds their large marble island and brings the pot to the table. 

Hoseok's wavy dark hair falls over his forehead, and after the pot is plopped onto a cloth pad in front of Jimin, Hoseok turns to him and winks, then straightens and makes his way back into the kitchen. Jimin stares ahead at the wafting steam as Seokjin and Hoseok come back and forth, bringing soju and side dishes before settling down.

"You happened to need comfort on a day that I was already planning to make short rib stew," Hoseok says cheerily. "I had everything prepped and simmering since this morning."

Seokjin serves Jimin a bowl while Hoseok fills everyone's glasses, and they dig in. The stew is hearty and does not pack too much spice or overwhelming flavor, which is exactly what Jimin's anxious stomach needs, and he feels grateful for his family men. 

Dinner comes and goes in a bit of a daze. The food is delicious, but Jimin's appetite is not what it normally is, so he slurps and chews slowly while Seokjin and Hoseok hold conversation around him. It is nice, Jimin thinks, to be present without having to contribute much. He is not sure he is really in the mood to talk, but he enjoys hearing the back and forth of his hosts, even if he struggles to catch exactly what they are discussing. 

After their meal, Seokjin clears the table while Hoseok fills their glasses with more soju. Jimin feels satisfied but not too full, and all the soju has helped relax him enough that the anxiety is at bay. Perhaps Seokjin and Hoseok being present has helped in that sense, too. Jimin is not entirely sure. 

"What would you like, baby?" Hoseok asks. "We could relax in front of the television...or we could head upstairs and take your mind off everything in other ways."

Jimin is pulled from his thoughts—most of which are just spaced out staring into nothing—and blinks at Hoseok, who sits to his right with his chin cradled in his palm.

Hoseok continues, "We could relax in front of the television...or we could head upstairs and take your mind off everything in other ways."

"I'm not sure," Jimin admits. "But I could use a distraction...more than what the television might offer. What did the two of you have in mind?"

Hoseok grins, then bites his lip, humming and cocking his head as if in thought. "I've wanted to have you in our home for so long, I feel too overwhelmed with possibility to choose."

Warmth floods Jimin's neck and cheeks, and he flits his tongue out to wet his lips, watching as Hoseok's eyes follow the movement. "Same," he mutters softly, suddenly feeling shy.

"Well," Seokjin offers as he returns to the table and drapes himself over Hoseok's shoulders, "we could tie you up, whip you, and all that usual stuff. Or, we can take you into one of the doll rooms and dress you up like our pretty little princess, then punish you until you cry."

"Or, we can also go easy on him," Hoseok chides as he turns to look at Seokjin with a playful smile.

Seokjin shakes his head and, staring into Jimin's eyes, says, "Baby doesn't want us to go easy. Does he?"

"No," Jimin responds with a delicate shake of his head, still in disbelief that his conversation is happening. "I want to lose myself."

"What a delight to know some things never change," Soekjin says.

Jimin does not miss the way Hoseok's face lights up with delight. The wide, toothy grin sends a shiver down Jimin's spine, and he has to look away, gaze falling to the cup of soju before him. He picks it up and takes a gulp of the cool, bittersweet liquid, then sets it down. 

"I know just the thing," Seokjin says as he stands up straight and holds his hand out to Jimin. 

Jimin scoots his chair back from the table and stands, then takes Seokjin's hand. A gasp escapes him as Seokjin tugs him close, forcing him to stumble into his chest. 

"Come this way, baby."

"Okay," Jimin mutters softly.

Hoseok stands and peers over Seokjin's shoulder. "Okay is an improper response for your hosts. What do you say to us, baby?"

Jimin knows this game—has played it many times with Seokjin before, and is absolutely unsurprised that Hoseok prefers the same. 

"Yes, sir," he tries and is rewarded with another devious grin and a nod of Hoseok's head. 

Jimin is led through the dining area, back through the living room, to a set of stairs beside the entrance, and then up. The master bedroom in these homes is a door at the end of the hall—a large room that takes up most of the second floor, but Jimin knows that he is not being taken there. Seokjin leads him to a large wooden door on the right.

As they approach, Hoseok takes the lead and keys in a passcode, which unlocks the door. When Hoseok walks in, dim lights flick on automatically, revealing a room with large, comfortable couches and chairs, a bed, and shelves upon shelves of sex toys—from impact toys to dildos and plugs, and more. 

Everything is black and dark red, with bursts of yellow and red light glowing from beneath and behind furniture and stationary devices, with no lighting overhead. Hoseok walks to a large black sofa in the center of the room and sits on one of the far ends with his arm outstretched over the back. 

"Go to Seokie, baby," Seokjin instructs, and Jimin mutters, "Yes sir," as he releases Seokjin's hand and makes his way to the couch, slotting himself beside Hoseok's open arm. 

"Jinnie, bear, what did you have in mind for us, today?" Hoseok asks, craning his neck to follow Seokjin's movements through the room. 

Seokjin stands before a large, dark armoire with a door swung open on the left side. Hanging from hooks on the inside of the door are various small toys, and Jimin immediately recognizes what Seokjin is reaching for because this is something they used to do together all those years ago. 

Jimin shifts on the couch, feeling a wave of apprehension return as he watches Seokjin take a small silicon rod and begin to wipe it clean with a cleansing pad. Seokjin has always been meticulous with cleanliness and sterilization after play, but he always gives his toys and tools an additional swipe with a gentle cleanser before use. 

With the door to the armoire wide open, Seokjin turns to the couch and raises an eyebrow at Jimin—a silent question. 

Jimin nods, whispers, "Yes, sir," and swallows thickly while Hoseok's fingers dance over Jimin's shoulder, sending a tingle of comfort through him. 

"Want to wear a collar for us, baby?" Hoseok offers.

Jimin does want to wear a collar, and he turns with wide, eager eyes and nods. "Yes, sir."

"We bought one just for you," Hoseok blurts out. He worries his bottom lip between his teeth before continuing. "I-if you'd like that one?"

"You bought me one?" Jimin asks, feeling affection burst and bloom in his chest. 

"We've been waiting for you to join us," Hoseok admits, blushing pretty and nervous as his cheeks take on a slightly darker shade in the dim light.

Jimin feels overwhelmed with joy but also with regret. Some part of him always assumed that there was no place for him in their bed—that their invitations were a courtesy simply extended to the man Seokjin used to fuck, and nothing more. 

Hoseok scoots to the edge of the couch and slides himself away from Jimin, then he makes his way to the same armoire Seokjin stands near. From a drawer on the right side, Hoseok produces a black, rectangular box, then he stands on his toes and kisses Seokjin on the cheek before returning to Jimin, sitting beside him on the edge of the sofa with his body angled in and their knees touching. 

Jimin waits eagerly as Hoseok opens the box, revealing a very thin black leather collar with pale pink metal o rings hanging from various points around the length. Jimin's breath gets caught in his throat as tears well in his eyes, and he looks up to Hoseok, then to Seokjin, and back at the choker.

"This is—" Jimin begins, but his words get caught. "Thank you."

"Your hair was that pretty pale pink back when we bought it," Seokjin says as he approaches with a small silicon toy in one hand and a bottle of lube in the other.

Jimin smiles and runs an index finger over the hoops. His hair was pale pink when he met Hoseok, which means—

"You bought this for me that long ago?"

Hoseok hums and smiles softly. "We always wanted you to come to us, baby."

"I'm sorry," Jimin mutters quietly before he can stop himself. 

Seokjin tuts his tongue and sits on the couch beside him. "Nonsense. We knew you would come when you were ready. Well, we hoped, anyway." 

Hoseok interjects, "Admittedly, we did get a little jealous every time you brought some new guy around. We began to wonder if you held a grudge."

Gently, Hoseok removes the collar from the box and holds it up to Jimin's throat with a smile. As he wraps the thin leather around Jimin's neck and leans in closely to tighten it, Jimin breathes in Hoseok's floral, musky scent. The cold metal hoops kiss his skin and cause goosebumps to break over his arms.

"Perhaps a little," Jimin admits softly. "I guess for a while, I felt replaced."

Hoseok finishes clasping the collar, then sits back and gently takes Jimin's face in his hands. His pretty lips are downturned in a frown as he says, "I'm so sorry, baby."

"We have you here now, and that is all that matters," Seokjin says as he gets onto his knees on the floor.

Jimin straightens out and sits back on the couch while Seokjin crawls between his knees, and Hoseok's hands slide from Jimin's face, down to his neck, and to his chest. Seokjin sets the items in his hand beside Hoseok, then places both hands on Jimin's knees and rubs them up to his thighs. The warmth of Seokjin's hands and the distant but familiar sight of him looking up at Jimin from between his legs stir up myriad emotions. 

Seokjin leans forward and, with a smirk, finds the end of one of the strings on Jimin's pants with his teeth. Jimin's breath hitches as Seokjin gazes up at him through his lashes and begins to slowly sit back, untying Jimin's leather pants using only his mouth. Jimin finds himself panting as Seokjin runs his hands down and up his thighs, then further, to his waist. 

"Let's get you out of these," Seokjin purrs with a smile. "As much as I love the sight of you in leather."

Jimin nods, already feeling a bit dazed, and he lifts his hips as Seokjin gathers the waistband of his pants and briefs and tugs them down, past his thighs. Seokjin pulls, forcing Jimin's legs straight up in the air and he slides down in a slouching position, giggling softly as his hands grip the edge of the cushions for stability.

Rather than free Jimin's legs from the leather pants, Seokjin stops with Jimin's knees restrained and his legs standing tall, and rubs down the backs of Jimin's bare thighs, spreading him slightly. Jimin gasps and struggles to hold himself in position as Seokjin's fingers tease near his balls and down to his ass. 

"Hyung," Jimin whines, though for what he whines, he is unsure. 

Hoseok helps Jimin by sitting high on his knees beside him and tugging at the pants, freeing his legs. As soon as Jimin's feet fall free from the fabric, his legs spread, and Seokjin takes advantage of the position and pushes his thighs open, spreading him wide. Jimin hardly has a chance to adjust before Seokjin's warm, wet tongue is pressing and laving against his half-hard length. 

A breathy whimper punches from Jimin's lungs, and he shivers as Seokjin leaves sloppy, wet kisses along his thighs and groin in no discernable rhythm or pattern. Jimin slowly, gently lowers his legs and attempts to sit up and get more comfortable, but Seokjin presses Jimin's hips firmly into the couch, and Hoseok removes the cushion behind him, slowly lowering him onto his back. The couch is far deeper than Jimin realized when he sat, and he nearly distracts himself by wondering how thick those cushions are, but the sound of a lube bottle snapping open instantly dissolves all thought. 

"Have you sounded since doing it with me?" Seokjin asks. 

Jimin shakes his head, then remembers Seokjin probably can't see the movement and says, "No, sir."

"We'll go nice and slow, baby," Hoseok says as he pets Jimin's hair. "Just tell us what you need, okay?"

"Yes, sir."

"And if you go non-verbal and need me to stop?" Seokjin asks as he drags his teeth over the soft flesh of Jimin's inner thigh.

"Clap my hands, sir," Jimin whimpers as the idea of becoming so high from pleasure that he might lose his ability to speak tingles through him. 

"Good baby," Seokjin and Hoseok say in tandem, sending a wave of arousal and excitement crashing over Jimin all at once.

All Jimin wants is to be so good for them that he breaks and becomes a shell of himself—a vessel for nothing but pleasure. Jimin does not reach that level of high with anyone else. Not with his now-dead ex, and certainly never with his clients. 

His achievement of subspace relies heavily on not only his level of trust but also on the unique types of pain that he has only explored with Seokjin. He found out about subspace by chance with Seokjin and has never allowed anyone to come close since. 

Jimin closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, relaxing into the couch as best as he can while Seokjin gathers his cock and gently holds it in his hand, pointed straight up. Jimin prefers to sound while only partially erect, and he tries only to think of things that will stop him from becoming too hard, replaying the visual of alertness draining from his exes eyes as the laced cocaine pulled him from consciousness. 

Remembering the murder that had taken place mere hours ago is probably a mistake, and Jimin nearly begins to spiral and panic. But then the blunt tip of a small, silicon rod begins to enter the hole of his cock, and Jimin returns to reality. Seokjin is so painfully slow that as Jimin's eyes fly open and he stares up at the ceiling, all thoughts that had previously plagued him are wiped clean.

The stretch of his urethral opening is a familiar sting Jimin does his best to adjust to, and he gasps and claws at the couch as he tells himself over and over silently to breathe, just breathe, in slowly and out just as slowly, breathe, breathe, breathe.

"Does it hurt, baby?" Hoseok asks as he gently pets Jimin's hair.

"Yes, sir," Jimin manages through clenched teeth.

"Color?" Seokjin asks, stilling his movement but keeping the silicon inserted.

In the past, they always used the stoplight safeword system, where green signals for Seokjin to keep going and red signals for him to stop.

"Green, sir," Jimin responds, almost desperately.

Seokjin continues to slowly press in, stretching Jimin open with the small tool. The feeling no longer stings, but it does feel intrusive in a way that makes him want to squirm and claw and fight. It also feels so good—so unbelievably, incomprehensibly good—that Jimin trembles and sinks and does his best to disappear completely. 

"You're doing so good for us, pretty baby," Hoseok says sweetly, running his hand over Jimin's clothed chest, grazing his fingertips over a nipple and sending sparks through him. 

"Th-thank you, sir."

The pressure in Jimin's cock evens out, and Jimin tilts his head to find that the sounding rod has been completely inserted, with nothing but a little black loop sticking out from his tip. Jimin drops his head back to the couch and lets out a deep exhale. Already, he feels tingly and breathless—light as a feather on the breeze.

"I'm going to stretch you open a fuck you now," Hoseok mutters into Jimin's ear, making Jimin gasp. "Does that sound good to you, baby?"

"Yes, sir."

"And if we completely lose you to subspace, what should we do?" Seokjin asks.

"Continue to fuck me," Jimin mutters with a smile. "Use me until you're done and clean me up."

"You're sure about that?" Hoseok asks as his teeth graze over Jimin's throat.

Jimin has never been so sure of anything in his life. "Yes, sir," he whimpers desperately. He trusts them with his life. 

A lube-slick hand strokes Jimin's cock, and his sense of reality cracks. The pleasure feels so intense with the sounding rod snug inside him, that all he can do is gasp and continue to weakly claw at the cushion below him. 

Jimin hardly recognizes the weight on the couch shift, nor his upper half being lifted enough to tug the shirt over his head before his back is returned to the warm, soft cushion. 

When Jimin's legs are spread and a long, slick finger is prising him open, he realizes that he is lying fully on the couch—that he has been shifted around entirely. Punchdrunk on dizzying euphoria, all Jimin can comprehend is what his body feels; nothing else in the world exists. 

And when a warm, wet mouth engulfs his cock at the same time as two fingers stretch him open, Jimin fades completely from his body and floats to the ceiling. 

For the first time in years, Jimin feels the warm, peaceful hug of subspace, and he is totally and completely gone. His body and mind and trusted solely to these two handsome devils, and he is completely at their mercy.

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Fangirl pt. 6

INITIALLY POSTED ON MY FORMER PAGE: bts-teaspoonff

Genre: Romance, Fluff, Slow Burn, Idol A/U

Pairing: BTS OT7 x backupdancer!reader

Rating: PG

Summary: Y/N, being a huge fangirl, finally got her chance to work alongside her favorite idol group as a backup dancer. She gets to know each member personally and realizes that her feelings may be more than fangirl-idol attraction.

Word Count: 8.1K

Warnings: slight angst, minor character death, implied PTSD, panic attack

Taglist: @nochujeonjk @i-like-puppy-mg @miyochan@satotakeru14 @boba-tea1206​ @blimpintime​​ @kodzuskook​ @fangirl125reader​​ @xicanacorpse​​​​

PARTS:  masterlist... 4 | 5 | 6 | 7

You’re back at your apartment, staring blankly at the ceiling as you lay down on the floor of your living room trying to contemplate what just happened today. It was supposed to be a free day for you but so far, everything is so crazy. You shrill as you curl yourself into ball, rolling to the side, as you recall all the events that had happened today.

 From Hoseok attending your class then driving you back to BigHit, to standing in that recording booth listening to their voices as they mutter your name. What in the world did you do in your past life to receive all this happiness? 

 You pull your bag from the table above you to the floor where you’re laying down. You stare at the brand new purple phone inside your bag. Jiyong handed it out to you when you asked for a copy of the message. You did refuse it at first but when Jiyong mentioned Namjoon specifically told him that there’s absolutely no way he’ll let you refuse their gift. You raise the phone towards the ceiling as you flip it to closely examine the phone. You let your fingers brush on the small and subtle BTS logo on its backside.

 “What did I do to be this lucky?” You unlocked the phone for the first time and almost dropped the phone on your face, taken aback at the silly wallpaper that appeared out of the blue. It looks like Taehyung took the selfie, with him and Jin in the front while Hoseok, Jimin and Jungkook, in the middle row, were all adorably trying to push forward as if fighting for a bigger space in the selfie. RM and Yoongi were behind the other boys being so casual about it. You chuckle so loud looking at Yoongi in the selfie. It must have taken a lot of persuasion from the boys for him to join.

 You browse your phone to find the recorded message. After a few minutes, you finally found it saved as a widget on your menu screen. You click to play it on loudspeaker and pressed the phone on your chest as you anticipate to hear them once more.

 [All 00:01]                       

Hello y/n, we are BTS!

[Taehyung 00:04]           

Surprise! On behalf of our favorite sound engineer, Jiyong, we give you this one of a kind voice message from us, your favorite group in the world.

[Jin 00:14]                      

He told me he’s terrified of you when you’re angry…… What?…. Jiyong is telling the boys that I’m lying. Don’t believe what he says. Jiyong has a sister complex, guys.

[RM 00:25]                   

Hyung, don’t bully Jiyong unless you also want to give him an apology message

[Jin 00:31]                    

I’m just joking. Jiyong adores you. I can attest to that because he won’t stop bragging you to us even before you have worked here. I almost feel like I’m your close friend with how much he talks about you

[Yoongi 00:43]            

As expected, this message is now getting chaotic. Should we get to our main point?

[Jimin 00:49]              

Right! We actually suggested if Jiyong could instead give you a signed album but he admitted that you already have ALL our albums. Most of them being signed albums so I guess there’s no point in giving you an extra copy?

[Jungkook 01:05]      

So Taehyung, being a genius, asked us if we could record this message and sing a few parts of our songs just for you.

[J-hope 01:10]           

For our number one fan, we’ll sing for you right here. Every time you hear this, imagine that we’re singing in front of you.

[RM 01:17]                 

Enjoy our little gift! And can you please assure Jiyong that you’re not angry with him? He really looks like a terrified and sad little puppy

[Jin 01:29]                 

HAHAHAHAHAHAHA look at Jiyong

A few more seconds, they started singing Butterfly. How many times have you played this song on repeat? You can’t even remember anymore. Listening to them sing it ‘live’ to you through this recorded message still gives off the same raw emotional performance compared from the studio version.

 Jiyong must have suggested them to sing Butterfly. You may have mentioned him once before that this song was significant to you but no one really knows the reason for it. At first, Jiyong thought that it’s just simply your favorite song from BTS but soon after, he realized that maybe you thought of your parents based on the message of the song.

 You didn’t try to explain anything to him even when he opened the topic of your parents. You just let him think that the reason why this song is significant for you is because, as stated in the song’s message, it expresses your fear of losing someone represented by a butterfly.

 It’s actually much deeper than that. You actually thought of yourself whenever you hear this song. Yes, both you and Jiyong lost your parents. However, you also lost a part of yourself after the accident. It took you years to recover yourself back from the trauma.

 It was late at night when your parents were driving, along with you as a passenger, back to the house. They argued for just a few seconds as you observe them quietly from the back seat, then an upcoming skidding truck blinded all of you with its glaring front lights. When you opened your eyes, you were already upside down hanging by the seatbelt. Smell of gas was eerily present as you see the front of the car totaled along with your parents, making you the only survivor. Silence in that dark tunnel was terrifying.

 Jiyong wasn’t in the car when it happened. Fortunately, he was staying back at home with your grandparents because he was sick that night.

 Both you and Jiyong quickly became the talk of the village. There has never been a horrific accident in the history of your town. A drunk driver collided with the car that your family had been in, killing everyone but you. High School Orphans and only your grandparents now to take care of you and your twin brother. You had to show a brave front for your brother. You may be twins but you acted the big sister role most of the time and had to constantly comfort Jiyong through the pain of losing your parents.

 However, the guilt of surviving alone and the horrifying image of your parents constantly fights your sanity. You had to be strong for Jiyong but as a young girl at that time, you did crave for a figure to not just comfort you but also help you get up.

 When you heard Butterfly years after the accident, you understood it very well. In the lyrics, there’s also a hint of trying to save someone before they do something they regret or something they won’t come back from. When you listen to the song, it felt like there’s two of you. The you who is trying very hard to hold on is singing the lyrics to the you who is on the verge of letting go.

 The lyrics can be interpreted as losing someone you love. It can be an ex-partner, friend, or loved one. For you, it was yourself. Losing yourself. That’s what you were afraid of and fought really hard to not make that happen.

 That’s the main reason you became their fan. The complexity of their lyrics always seems to pull the unspoken words from you.

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 “Here’s an orange juice from me!” Taehyung props down the cold drink in front of Jiyong and sits down on a chair beside him, eyes still glued on Jiyong like a puppy.

 “How about Pad Thai from your favorite Thai place?” Jimin joined them as he offers it and sits on the other side opposite to Taehyung.

 “I’m sure he’ll choose mine. Hamburg steak with cheese and additional sauce.” Jungkook stood behind Jiyong, towering him as he leans in and puts down the food in front of Jiyong.

 “I’m telling you guys I can’t give it to you. She’ll kill me for sure this time.” Jiyong whined as he kick his legs from frustration. He wants to accept the food bribery but he knows that if he give what the three adorable troublemakers are asking from him, an apology message from BTS won’t save him again from you.

 “You used our song for her cover. I guess we have a right to listen to it or even have a copy of it.” Taehyung pouts followed by adamant nods from Jimin and Jungkook.

 When you were with Jiyong in the small recording studio, the three of them were actually just outside the door along with Hoseok trying to eavesdrop waiting for a reaction from you. They were actually surprised when Jiyong suggested that you try to sing to their song just to let off steam. Jungkook and Taehyung can’t seem to stop snickering when they heard you two siblings teasing each other through the intercom because you insisted Jiyong not to hit the record button when you start singing. 

 When Jiyong asked you what songs you would like to sing, you declared to sing short covers to Promise, Still With You and Snow Flower, granting gasps from the three song owners sneaking outside. Taehyung actually choked a bit from his own saliva, not expecting you to sing his song.

 The four of them were all listening in as you were singing in the booth the whole time. Jungkook, Jimin and Taehyung were absorbed especially when it was their song that you’re singing. J-hope was also amazed and surprised. Not only you were one heck of a dancer but an amazing singer as well. Your talents could bring other idols that they know to shame.

 After you were done and left the recording studio, they all rushed inside to ask Jiyong if he did record it all. To their surprise, Jiyong recorded it all but of course, he did it without you knowing. Since then, the boys have been asking and bribing Jiyong to send them a copy of the music file.

 “I helped you by suggesting the personal recorded message. Can I have a copy of her cover please?” Taehyung pleaded with his doe eyes. Jiyong, now closely surrounded by the maknae line, contemplates whether the risk of being chopped to pieces by you is worth it.

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 Inside the practice room, every other dancer is busy dancing their butts off. You lean back on your hands spread behind you as you quietly observe your other fellow dancers practicing in front of the mirror. With the purple phone in your other hand, you gripped it tightly as you let your breathing slowly normalize just after finishing your solo dance practice. Sounds of stomping and shoe skidding on the floor echoed in the practice room as everyone pushed through the hectic schedule for the day.

 Tomorrow is the team’s MT or three day team-building event that’s got everyone in a tight schedule for today to, at least, finish any preparations that could be done and present the couple dance routines in front of BTS along with the choreographers.

 BTS and the main choreographers later entered the practice room and soon the dance routine presentation started. You’re last to present along with your dance partner, Taeyang, the couple dance routine you’ve finished. When it was finally your turn, Taeyang quickly stood and offered to help you up off the floor. You have danced in front of the boys and the choreographers countless of times but why does it still feel like you’re dancing to be evaluated and be listed off the team.

 The other boys quickly took notice of your newfound closeness with your dance partner and they weren’t entirely comfortable seeing you smile so sweetly at him. Hoseok were glaring at Taeyang’s hand as they landed snugly on your hips to turn you into place. The three younger members were sneaking stares like a hawk. 

 They all knew that one of them is gonna dance with you to this song eventually but seeing you be this touchy and close to another man ignited something in them. Unsure whether it was jealousy but they convinced themselves that it might just be the feeling of protectiveness since Jiyong had told them again and again to keep an eye out for you.

 Yoongi’s full attention today was not really on any dancers nor the dance routines. He knew the inevitable obvious choice, which is to give anyone from the dance line the solo dance spot. The only dance routines he gave his attention to, not caring entirely though, was the dance routine for a member with three or two dancers. He glanced at his other members and sees Jimin, Taehyung, Jungkook and Hoseok sitting up straight and anticipating you to start dancing with your male partner.

 The second the music started, the four members on the dance line were entirely absorbed on watching ahead. Without needing words, Yoongi knew that the four of them are hungrily vying for the solo dance part. What he didn’t know was that the four of them were only thinking of the opportunity to finally have a chance to share the stage with you. The way your male partner danced to the music along with you, to the tunes of Without Me by Halsey, had them hungry for the coveted spot. 

 Taeyang, your dance partner, carefully lands his hands on your hips and it travels down to your leg as you lean into him with your head back. Catching everyone’s eye at the intimate and almost sultry dance step, especially Yoongi. A few sneaky gulps occurred amongst them. You were completely engrossed in the music with movements completely fluid and expressions purely enchanting everyone. 

 You were naïve to the scorching gazes and unfamiliar desire from the 7 members. Yoongi along with Jin and RM were now determined to insert themselves in the competition amongst the group for the solo dance part. All of them quickly exchanged looks the moment you finished dancing and the music stopped. No words were spoken but all of them understood that each of them definitely wanted the opportunity to share the stage with you more than the coveted chance to dance solo.

 You held your water bottle tightly while you quench your thirst. You eye out to the side as the main choreographers were busy talking to each other and to some of the dancers. Taehyung, Hoseok, Jimin and Jungkook were also busy talking to their managers at the other side of the room.

 “I see that you’re putting our gift to good use.” You almost choke on your water at the sudden voice behind you.

 “Namjoon? Don’t scare me like that” You cough. Finishing his cup of water, he slowly walked to your side. You quickly notice Yoongi’s head popping out from Namjoon’s side. “Hello to you two.” Namjoon cheekily grins and Yoongi smiled with his lips closed.

 “He said you’re putting our gift to good use.” Yoongi slightly leans forward, whispering. You glanced at him and quickly looked at the purple phone you’re tightly holding in your other hand beside you.

 Quickly after realizing that the two of them were eyeing your phone, you stammer while you took a step closer. “You really didn’t have to give me this. I tried to refuse it but Jiyong told me that you insisted that I accept it. Also, your other gift was unexpected but thank you. I appreciate it.” You smile nervously at the two of them, hiding the fact that you don’t just appreciate the recorded message but it meant the world to you. Obviously, you won’t admit that.

 “We did thought of giving you a portable drive for the message but I remembered that I did ruin your phone so I suggested that to them. For that I’m sorry.” Namjoon rubs the back of his head.

 Yoongi tries to join in the conversation, placing his hand on Namjoon’s shoulder. “Have you tried exploring your phone? Checked the apps that we have pre-downloaded for you?” Your eyes widen at Yoongi’s sudden questions, followed by a shake of your head. “We did. You might want to check it out.”

 Both of them stare at you as you give them a dazed look. The hand beside you that has your phone slowly creeps its way up but the sudden presence of a hand halting your hand surprised you.

 “Um… Maybe check it later when you’re alone.” Yoongi faces the other way, hand still around your wrist. He thought that maybe by looking away, you won’t notice the faint tinge of pink on his cheeks as he recall what surprise he left for you in your phone. 

 He slowly released your hand, aware of the sudden contact with you and the presence of a crowd in the room. Your eyes still glued to him, you did notice his effort to hide his bashfulness. You try to hold in your giggle at how Yoongi suddenly looked so adorable and it made you much more curious to check your phone. You remind yourself to definitely check what’s up with your new phone the moment the practice session is done.

 By the time you realized your work for today is done, you search for the boys in the room but discovered that they might have left the room ahead of the choreographers and some staff. Most of the dancers were also eager to call it a day. Must be because of the Team MT tomorrow.

 As the youngest of the new female dance team, you have always offered to be the last to stay and clean up the practice room. It comes as a shock to you that your dance partner Taeyang offered to stay behind to help you tidy up the room. While you may have gotten a lot closer with him, interactions with him outside of dance practice is still a bit awkward. 

 You sneak in a glance from the other side of the room as he busies himself with turning off all the electronic equipments while you tidy up the corner from the other side of the practice room. To distract yourself from being antsy at the awkwardness between you, you take out your phone from pocket to try and check the apps that Yoongi mentioned.

 “Our dance a while ago was amazing.” Your voice got caught up in your throat when you suddenly heard his voice. He was still bending down, not looking at you, reaching for something behind the sound system. Almost instantly, you stood straight up at his compliment to hide the fact that you were glancing at him. Finally facing you, he says “Your moves were amazing. You really do transform when it’s time to perform just as the others say.”

 “Thank you. I’m still lacking but I hope I did good as your partner.” you say as you put your phone back in your pocket.

 Something about his gaze as he walks up to you made you avoid eye contact, bashful from the compliment. He slowly closes the distance between the two of you and you were so sure he was going to stop in front of you. You find yourself sighing when he just walked past you, to the water dispenser behind you. 

“And thank you for staying and helping me clean up today.” You weren’t sure why you were so suddenly aware at how awkward this is turning out. Taeyang have complimented you before during practices but somehow, the change of timbre in his voice slightly made you nervous and hyperaware of the fact that you’re alone with him.

 “Anytime, y/n.” You turn to him when you saw a smile slightly obstructed by the rim of the paper cup as he drink up a cup of water. “Too bad I’m just a stand-in for that solo dance.”

 You barely caught what your dance partner had just said so you thought to try and ask him to repeat then a sudden sound of the door opening startling both you and Taeyang, your phone almost slipping from your hands. Your breath catches and you smile so wide it could almost reach your ears as you recognize the figure slowly coming up to you. Despite not having really spent a lot of time with Jin, his presence is a huge relief to break the sense of awkwardness filling your chest. You find your shoulders relax as you see him greet you with a smile.

 Jin was also confused when he saw that you were alone with Taeyang in the room. He hides his discomfort at the sight but seeing how your face lit up when he came into the room, he let the thought pass and kept his face neutral despite wanting to grin at how adorable you looked when you smiled at him.

 “Jiyong asked me to get you.” Jin says, still glancing at Taeyang drinking his cup of water behind you. 

 “He could’ve just texted me. That lazy guy.” You hiss and then turned to Taeyang to bid goodbye.

 “See you tomorrow then?” Taeyang pats your head and turns to his bag. You excused yourself from Jin to run and get your bag from the far end of the room. By the time you walked back beside Jin, Taeyang have already left the room.

 “I didn’t know you and Taeyang were that close already.” Jin queries. He wants to press on further especially after seeing Taeyang comfortably touched your head but he doesn’t want you to think that he’s nosy. You and Jin were still acquaintances but with his closeness with Jiyong, you almost feel like a younger sister to him.

 “Can’t help it if we’re always practicing that solo dance routine almost everyday.” You explain. “But we haven’t really spent much time outside practice time. He’s just looking out for me since he’s kind of my dance mentor too.”

 I don’t think it’s just that, he thinks to himself. He saw the way Taeyang looked at you today. He knew all the male dancers well and Jin never saw that kind of gaze from Taeyang directed at anyone. Not that he has any problems with Taeyang probably having feelings for you, he just repeats to himself that he’s looking out for you.

 “So what does my lazy brother need from me to have asked you personally to come and get me?” You question him as you usher him out of the room while you turn off the lights and close the door.

 “Oh that. He didn’t actually.” You look at him, confused with brows furrowed. “I was the one who actually needed to get you and come with me. I only used Jiyong’s name because Taeyang was there.”

 “Come with you? To where?” Both you and Jin walked side by side along the hallway.

 “We’re having a game night at our dorm and the boys wanted to invite you.” Jin informs you, still looking ahead. He wasn’t aware that you stopped walking when you heard what he just said.

 “Wait, what, Me? Why me?” Jin heard your voice slightly go up and this made him turn quickly to his side, startling him to not see you beside him and rather, frozen a few feet behind him.

 “We invited Jiyong as well but he’ll be late. He said he’s caught up with work.” Jin beams at you warmly as he tries to calm you down.

 “Yeah but why me? I mean isn’t it too sudden for me to just barge in at your dorm?” You counter.

 Surely, this is a big jump from the warm gesture from the voice message and new phone. You’re happy that they have thought of you to come on their game night but isn’t their dorm their personal private space?

 “Jiyong has been a very good friend to us, almost like family and we all wanted to make an effort to get to know you as well. We usually invite him to the dorm whenever we can and I think he would be happy if you’ll be there too.” For a moment, Jin thought it would be a good idea to just use Jiyong’s name as an excuse to invite you because he knew that you would be uncomfortable if it was just them inviting you. In reality, his other members have already suggested to invite you even before he got the chance to suggest it to them.

 “I want to get to know all of you more as well. I’m just shocked that you all think the same way. Excuse me but I won’t deny anymore that I’ve been a huge fan for a long time. I’m sure you know that well by now.” You gripped the strap of your bag tightly and your nervous state didn’t go unnoticed by Jin. Your heart is racing a hundred beats a second at just hearing him invite you to their dorm.

 “I’m just glad that Jiyong’s twin sister is our fan and not an anti. It would’ve been hard for us to befriend you if that was the case.” He chuckles. Your heart is full at Jin’s effort to lighten up the mood.  “Come on. I’m going to buy food for the troublemakers at home. Yoongi will be cooking for us tonight but Taehyung and Jungkook texted me to get extras.” He pats your shoulder

 A little extra time to get to know them wouldn’t hurt. It could actually help you a lot with the solo dance routine. You wouldn’t want to perform badly just because you’re not comfortable and awkward with your partner. Thinking back when you first danced to the song with Taeyang, it just looked so wrong and you couldn’t convey the dance properly. It’s a blessing in disguise to get to be close to them this way but you wouldn’t refuse such a scrumptious offer.

 You were grateful for Jin’s effort to lift up your mood during the drive back to their dorm. Sometimes, you would tightly grip the seatbelt in front of your chest and fall quiet. He would suddenly pull out ridiculous puns that would bring out the most un-ladylike laugh from you. To distract yourself, you insisted to be the one to get off the car and pick up the order from a restaurant.

 Your breathing gets ragged and eyes unfocused the longer the drive went and the closer you get to the dorm. You think you might be sick with the way your stomach flips at the thought of 6 other people waiting for you.

 You froze behind Jin as he ring the doorbell. There’s still a chance for me to run, you thought but was interrupted when you hear unintelligible chatter from at least 2 people on the other side of the door.

 The door flew wide open and you were greeted by Taehyung and Jungkook. The two of them holding the doorknob with Taehyung slightly pinned beneath by Jungkook who seems to have jumped on his back. “You’re finally here!” Taehyung flashes his boxy grin at you.

 Your eyes wandered behind the two of them as Namjoon’s head popped up from the end of the short hallway visible from the doorway. He raised his hand to wave to you and you waved back.

 “Don’t crowd the lady and help me carry these to the kitchen.” Jin instructs them and instantly, Taehyung and Jungkook untangled themselves from each other and rushed to get the bags from Jin’s hands. You could almost hear Namjoon at the edge of the hallway teasingly smacking and scolding the two of them from overwhelming you when you arrived.

 Jin was caught by surprise when you try to hold in your chortle, shoulders shaking at the sight of those two being scolded. He stood against the door allowing you to go in ahead of him and when he saw you hesitate a bit, he hums and say with a grin “Don’t worry, those kids won’t bite.”

 You walked ahead further down the hallway, nervously treading every step. Finally, you get a clearer view of the inside of their dorm. Directly on your right, a huge glass chandelier adorns the ceiling complimenting the black and white interior of the spacious kitchen. A long wooden dining table in the middle. Across from the kitchen, an L-figure brown couch facing the huge flat screen occupies the living room. It feels weird seeing it upclose and personal after seeing glimpses of their dorm from online videos and their V-lives.

 Sound of plastic bags rustling coming from the kitchen caught your attention. Taehyung and Jungkook were rushing to take out all the contents from the bag, drooling at the sight of the takeout you and Jin ordered. Yoongi was busy chopping up something with his back facing away from everyone. You take in the scrumptious smell filling up the room and almost instantly, your stomach grumbled. 

 Jin walked past you to mingle with the two boys. You see the back of Namjoon’s head as he sits quietly on the couch with a book in his hand. Unable to stay put, you hover towards the kitchen. Observing everyone as you make your way closer to Yoongi.

 “Is there anything I can do to help?” You ask as you examine the boiling pot on the stove while Yoongi continues to chop up what seems to be ingredients for a stew. The quiet and busy member seems so docile-looking compared to the cool and stoic Yoongi you always encounter at work. Sometimes, it even confuses you with how he’s hot and cold towards you.

 “You’re our guest. It wouldn’t really look nice if we let you work for your food.” He continues to chop, head only slightly turning to your direction, eyeing you out from the corner of his eye.

 You roll up your sleeves, ignoring Yoongi. “I’ll help you out. It’s the least I can do for the free invitation and besides, my cooking skill is highly commendable.” You carefully snatch the knife away from his hands. Yoongi, unable to stop you, stepped aside and glanced at Jin. Both of them chuckling at your persistence.

 “I’ll take up on that offer but if our dinner turns out bad, I’m blaming you.” Yoongi teases.

 “I have magic hands. I doubt it’ll go bad. It might even turn out a lot better now that I’m helping you.” You counter, chopping the vegetables at a much quicker pace than Yoongi.

 Jin stares warmly at the two of you comically bantering while seated on the dining table. He had thought of reminding his younger members to do their best to make you comfortable but it surprises him to see you fitting in almost instantly. He smiles as you comfortably interact with Taehyung and Jungkook as they make their way to sneak in between you and Yoongi.

 Come dinner time, Yoongi excused himself from the kitchen to get something from his room, leaving you alone. Might as well help him to plate and serve the food so you wandered around the kitchen, checking the cabinets for plates.

 You don’t hear the footsteps entering the kitchen while you search the bottom cabinet. The member could only hear the sound of the plates clunking against each other and not aware of the person obstructed by the huge black kitchen counter.

 “Hyung, it smells good.” You hear a groggy voice behind the other side of the kitchen counter while you take out a plate. You stood up and sees an equally surprised Jimin. You could tell that he just woke up from a nap, judging by his bedhead. “Y/n? Why are you in the kitchen? Aren’t you our guest?” He rubbed his eyes and quickly searched for the missing presence of Yoongi.

 You were about to explain yourself but was interrupted by Yoongi, returning from his room as he answers for you. “More like she snatched my tools and insisted on helping me. She won’t budge.” He huffs as he takes his place back in the kitchen, helping you plate the food.

 Jimin, still sleepy, quietly offered his help. Taking away the filled-up plates from your hands. Yoongi asked him to call the other members for dinner. One after another, the members take up their space in the long table. Jin noticed you standing timidly at the side not knowing where to sit as everyone continues to sit down. He calls your attention and pulls out an empty chair beside him. You automatically walk up beside him and sat down, observing everyone.

 It didn’t take long before the dinner got a bit rowdy. It wasn’t difficult to warm up to them, the feeling of comfort almost feels so natural. Everyone was obviously famished from the practice a while ago so the food was almost devoured instantly just as dinner started. 

 The younger boys complimented the dinner non-stop and insisted that you regularly visit their Game Nights in exchange for your impressive culinary skill. Jungkook complained that whenever Jiyong would help in the kitchen, he could destroy whatever Yoongi would make. Yoongi attests to that but quickly protests and teased them for not appreciating his work in the kitchen.

 Jimin and Hoseok insisted that they clean up the table, escorting you to the couch. You see Jungkook setting up his PS4 on the tv across you. Namjoon stepped over the couch from behind you taking his place on your left and Jin sits down beside you on your right.

 “I guess we won’t keep you too late. You still have to pack for the MT tomorrow.” Jin turns to you, still observing you if you’re having a good time with them.

 “I’m sure you love the idea that you get to go back to your hometown even if it’s for work.” Namjoon reaches for a pillow beside him, hugging it.

 “Wait. Hometown?” your fingers froze just as you were fiddling with your phone.

 “Me and Jimin hyung were so excited when we heard that this year’s MT is in Busan. If I remember correctly, Jiyong hyung told us that his hometown is Busan, right?” Jungkook cheekily stood up with a cord in his hand. You could see the obvious grin plastered on his face as he searched for Jimin’s figure in the kitchen.

 You bite your lip as you nervously try your best to recall. Did you just forget about the MT entirely? You were sure that they announced the location for the MT earlier this morning. Maybe you were too nervous and occupied with the thought of having to present the dance routine in front of everyone that you completely forgot about the MT being in Busan.

 You sigh and rubbed your temples. Why would you even forget such an important detail like that? Just thinking about going back to Busan felt like an impending headache. There’s no way you could back out from the MT now. It’ll also look bad if you don’t join the dance team, it might send a message that you’re unsociable.

 Unaware that you turned pale and started heaving hard, the three men in the living room with you were now starkly aware of your sudden change of expression at the mention of the MT.

 “Noona, is there something wrong?” Jungkook asks with a worried voice, discarding the cord in his hands and swiftly knelt down in front of you. He tries to get a good look at you while you stare down at your knees, shoulders hunched forward.

 Your ears started ringing and you squeeze your fists as your chest started getting heavier each breathe you take. Namjoon slowly sat up straight as he sees Jin and Jungkook trying to call your attention. It was when Jin wrapped his hands around one of your clenched fists that you realize how close Jungkook is crouching in front of you, head bent to the side as he worriedly observes your face. Jin’s warm hands enveloping your small, cold and shivering hands. Namjoon frozen in his seat not knowing what to do to help you.

 “Um, can I excuse myself to the restroom please?” Your hands were starting to get clammy as you forced to compose yourself. You wish they could tell you the way to the restroom a lot faster as each passing second, it’s getting difficult to stay composed in front of them. Jin was the first to stand up from the couch and escorted you to the restroom, leaving Namjoon and Jungkook frozen in their seats.

 You quietly close the door of the restroom, making sure not to let Jin worry more. Once you were sure you heard his footsteps get away from the room you were in, you could barely hold yourself up before your legs buckle and you let yourself fall to the floor. Your weight propped against the door as you try to suck the chilled air into your lungs. Sharp successive breaths took over you, slowly making you feel pins and needles at the tips of your fingers. 

 The panic creeps up on you in bouts. Your fingers claw at your legs as you hug them tighter. Memories that you worked so hard to forget starts to resurface and replays in your mind, leaving you suffocated.

 For a moment, you picture yourself staying in the restroom for the rest of the night. You suddenly felt so alone in a space filled with 7 other people. Even the thought of standing up and getting back out takes up a lot of energy from your body.

 Your excitement for tomorrow now completely gone and replaced by dread of going back to your hometown. It’s been years and you’re not even sure if you can even handle going back there. It was only two years ago when you recovered from being haunted in your dreams by the memories of the accident. You don’t want to lose your progress since it took a lot of effort by yourself to get back up.

 It took only for you to hear boisterous laughter coming from the living room and somebody knocking on the door to remind you that you have no choice but to go back out. You reach for the edge of the sink to help yourself up. Like a newborn deer, you can’t really sustain your weight as your knees started shaking when you were standing properly. You take in one last deep breath before opening the door.

 You crack your eyes open, body heaving with effort to get enough oxygen in your lungs but you’re met with the soulful brown eyes of Yoongi, narrowed in concern. He doesn’t question you further as you step aside to give way for him to use the restroom. It took three steps out the restroom before your knees decided to give out. Yoongi rushed to catch you before you fell to the floor.

 You squeeze his arms around you that were holding you up before facing him. “You tell absolutely no one… I don’t want anyone to worry…” Breathing still ragged, you huff out every word to the best of your ability as you realize that you can’t hide your panic attack from Yoongi. You must look so bad to see Yoongi study your face with utmost care. “Yoongi please?… I’ll be fine. Don’t mind me… Just until my panic attack subsides.” He softly shush you as he sees your great effort to speak.

 Yoongi sighs before calmly looking back at the empty hallway and to the living room where everyone’s pretty much occupied. His eyes wandered back to your shivering hands and shaking knees. You’re in no shape to walk back to the living room much less stand on your own. Yoongi slowly wraps his hand on your back and behind your knees before lifting you off the floor.

 The scent coming from Yoongi’s body calms you as he cradles you in his arms. Your head felt like lead, finding its way on the crook of its neck. Before you even realize, you find yourself clinging to him as you fist your hands in his shirt. His skin is slowly getting hot against yours, and his breathing seems to have increased if you were only able to notice. His heartbeat against your ears was almost like a lullaby that greatly helped to calm you down.

 “You’re alright.” He coos as he starts to hear you sniffle. He quietly walked towards his bedroom, with you in his arms, to give you a place private enough away from the eyes of the other members. He slowly puts you down on his couch and when you were finally seated comfortably, he rushed to reach for a blanket at the edge of the bed.

 Your back felt damp, sweating all over and your fingers definitely feels asleep but clarity of your situation began creeping back. “Yo-Yoongi” You stammer as you realize that he chose to hide you in his bedroom.

 “Shh, don’t force yourself to speak. Take it easy. I’m here.” He fixed the blanket around you before crouching down to completely see your face. “Just keep breathing and it’ll go away. I’ve had my fair share of panic attacks so trust me when I say I’ll just be here until you say so. You’ll be fine.”

 You trust him as you find yourself focusing on your breathing. Once you find it easy to move your limbs with ease accompanied by a yawn, you know that the worst has passed. If it wasn’t for Yoongi, the situation could’ve escalated and would have made everyone unnecessarily worry about you.

 “Thank you.” You manage to speak out. “I feel silly that you caught me looking like that. Sorry.”

 Yoongi quietly hums, letting you speak further if you intend to while he reach for a glass of water on top of his side table beside the couch. He offers it and you take it with your hand still slightly shaking. He lets you drink first before he spoke up. “I overheard your conversation with the boys in the living room just before you went to the restroom. I was worried but I don’t know if you want anyone to check up on you. You were taking a lot longer than I expected so I knocked.”

 You prop your head in your hands, elbows leaning on your knees. “This is the first time someone has seen me like this. It just took me by surprise when Jungkook mentioned Busan. Next thing I know, all I could think about is to run out the door.”

 “I won’t force you to talk about it if it makes you uncomfortable. If you want to go home, I could just tell the boys to…” Your hand swiftly sprung out to land on Yoongi’s wrist.

 “I’m fine. Jungkook seems so happy when he showed me the games we’ll be playing. I’ll just take a moment then I’ll be back out.” You assure Yoongi with a heavy breath. He wanted to assure you that they’ll understand if you want to excuse yourself for the night but he kept quiet, trusting you that you’ll be fine.

 Not a second after, the doorbell rang to alert everyone in the dorm. Yoongi stood up from in front of you, eyes still glued on you as he saw you recognize the person on the front door just from the distinct way the doorbell was rung. “Don’t you dare tell my brother about this” You attempt to stand up, worried that Yoongi might tell Jiyong about your situation.

 “Don’t worry, I’ll keep this a secret between us. Just promise me that you’re fine before I leave you.” He assures you with his soft smile and gentle eyes as he opened the door and walking out.

 “I’m fine Yoongi. Thank you. I’ll just take a minute to fix myself up before I go back out.”

 “Take your time. I’ll try to come up with an excuse to keep them from looking for you. I’m sure Jungkook, Jin and Namjoon must be getting concerned by now.” He turns back to you before slowly closing the door.

 You find yourself collapsing against the couch, your breathing slowly going back to normal. You heaved and leaned forward to try and stand up once again. When you knew you were fully capable of making a few steps without stumbling or any of your knees giving out, you walked straight to a full size mirror beside the door to fix yourself up. You pity yourself for having been seen by Yoongi like this; your eyes and nose were bright red and a couple of hair strands stuck to your forehead due to the profuse sweat.

 To avoid anyone seeing you coming out of Yoongi’s bedroom in an effort to find you, you quickly and quietly walked out from the comfort of his room when you were sure you were devoid of signs that you were in utter distress just minutes ago. 

 Jungkook was about to run to find you but stopped when he saw you emerging back in the living room. Completely different from how you looked a while ago, he stares in confusion as you gleefully greet Jiyong who was now also present in the living room. Namjoon shares the same confusion as Jungkook. Yoongi was sitting down beside them and he saw the youngest member’s eyes following you as he tries to study your now seemingly normal expression.

 Taehyung runs up to you behind the couch where you and your brother stand, pulling your wrist to ask you to play one-on-one against him. You don’t refuse and you take up space beside him, seated on the carpet. Just before the game starts, you turn to look at Yoongi and found him gazing at you. You mouthed Thank youto him and he nods before you got back to play with Taehyung.

 Jin, Namjoon and Jungkook were wary when the topic about the MT came up again, you even catch Jungkook kicking Jimin’s feet to stop him from talking. When it was Jungkook’s turn to play again, you notice his eyes anxiously wander back to you from time to time. He must have been blaming himself for making you sad. 

 Like Jiyong knew what you needed to cheer up the youngest, he offered everyone ramyun as a late-night snack. Jungkook perked up at your brother’s offer while still glued to the screen and what looks like he’s winning against Taehyung. You quietly walked away from the living room to join your brother in the kitchen.

 For a while, Jiyong kept quiet as you both hover around the kitchen. Normally, he would shower you with affection, tease you and bug you but you silently wonder why he’s not doing any of those. Your suspicion is confirmed when he starts to rub his hand behind your back as you discard the noodles from each packet. Your gaze dipped to him as stood there silently while emptying the contents of the soup packet unto the boiling pot.

 “Noona, can I have that spicy ramen over there?” Jungkook asks, timidly walking over towards the both of you. You notice that he was standing slightly far from you, shoulders hunched and head down. His doe eyes still glistening as he subtly avoids meeting your eyes. 

Although you feel bad for him, the corner of your mouth quirked up at him looking so adorable despite him towering over you. He seems to be so intimidating at work especially when he’s so focused but if you could just ball him up right now in your hands, you would. 

You beckon him to come closer with your finger. When he was about an arms-length away from you, he opens his mouth to blurt out something. Before he even let out a sound, you pat his head, stopping him from talking any further.

“Thank you for worrying about me.” His eyes gleamed. “I’ll make you a whole bowl of ramyun of your choice. How does that sound?”

Jungkook jumps up and down in glee and he squeezed between you and Jiyong to reach for a packet of ramen. “Hyung, I like her better than you.” He sticks his tongue out then quickly dashes out of the kitchen before Jiyong could even counter.

You chortle. “You heard him. Apparently, they also request my presence every Game Night for my exquisite Culinary Expertise.”

“Well, I won’t argue about your cooking. Sooner or later, they’ll be bribing you for something. Those troublemakers.” Jiyong crinkles his nose, reminiscing all the times he spent with the boys where they’ll prank and tease him.

Yoongi sits back comfortably on the couch when he hears you regain your bright energy as you laugh and mingle with your brother in the kitchen. 

Next: pt. 7

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[kpop-stories-21]

More Than A Thrill | Chapter 1: Siren's Call

Group: ATEEZ

Pairing: Jongho x Fem!OC

Word Count: 2.3k

Rating: 18-21+

Genres, Tropes, & AUs: Non-Idol AU, Siren AU, Supernatural AU, Dark Themes, Strangers to Lovers, Fluff, Angst

Content & Trigger Warnings: Siren!Jongho, Hunter!OC, strong language, dark content, supernatural creatures, hunters of the supernatural, mistreatment, physical abuse

Summary: Elia Kanisson is sent to kill a siren in an aquarium exhibit, but there might be more to this situation than meets the eye.

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Elia Kanisson let out a grunt as she withdrew her silver dagger and watched the werewolf’s body crumple to the ground. She kept an eye on it in case she’d somehow missed its heart, but the corpse did not move again and she let out a quiet breath. From behind her came a quiet curse. Turning, she eyed Soobin curiously.

“You okay over there, Big Bad?” She asked, using his Hunter name since they were still in the field and anyone could be listening.

He shook his head, frowning. “Yeah, Little Red, I’m fine. Nothing life-threatening, just got some of the wolf’s blood on this jacket that Junnie gave me.”

“Ah, I see.” Elia smiled. She thought it was sweet how much Soobin cared about his boyfriend, especially since the tall male was known for being tough and scary. “If you treat the stain as soon as you get home, it’ll probably come out alright.”

Soobin nodded, releasing the fabric and straightening. “Right. Now c’mon partner, let’s clean this up and get back to HQ.”

Grinning, she complied and soon the two of them were back in their car on their way to report in. The time passed swiftly, stories being traded and laughed over as they traveled.

As soon as they returned to HQ and finished their debriefing, their handler came and pulled them aside.

"Hey Jiyong, what's up?" Elia asked, smiling at the older man.

Jiyong returned her smile briefly before his grim expression returned. "I know you just came back from a Hunt, but we've just been contacted by a local aquarium. They say they have a siren who's acting up and they want him gotten rid of. The whole thing sounds fishy, so I'd like you two to look into it and rescue the siren if my suspicions prove true."

Elia nodded seriously, Soobin mimicking the gesture. "We'll get cleaned up and head out right away." She said, taking the report papers from Jiyong and bidding him farewell.

"I've never heard of an aquarium that had an actual siren before." Soobin commented as they headed for the showers on the second floor. "Wonder how they got him."

"A raid on his Clan, probably." Elia growled, amber eyes dark with fury. "Every so often a down-on-their-luck aquarium will hire some shady divers to raid a Siren Clan and kidnap some of the inhabitants. Usually they get caught, either by the warriors guarding the Clan or by human authorities. I wonder how they managed to slip this one through."

"Well, I guess we're about to find out!" Soobin declared. Elia voiced her agreement and the two parted ways to go to their respective shower rooms.

Once freshened up, they returned to the car and made their way to the aquarium. During the trip, Elia took several deep breaths to try and calm her anger. She hated seeing anyone mistreated, human or not. It was going to take great restraint to keep her cool, she knew that for sure.

Upon arriving at the aquarium, ironically called "The Happy Times Aquarium", Soobin turned to Elia. "I suggest we divide and conquer once inside. I'll talk to the employees and try to keep their attention. Meanwhile, see if you can get the siren to tell you what's really going on."

"Sounds good." Elia said shortly, still tamping down the last of her anger.

A couple of shady-looking employees met them at the door. "You must be the Hunters." Said the taller of the two, a thin woman with dirty blonde hair, pale skin and hard eyes. "I trust you've been briefed on the situation?"

Soobin took the lead, for which Elia was grateful. "You may call me Big Bad, this is my partner Little Red. And yes, we're aware of what is expected of us. Before that, we'd like to assess the situation for ourselves. If you'll allow it, my partner can speak to the siren while I speak with his handlers."

The woman hesitated, glancing at her male companion nervously. "I-I suppose that would be alright. I'll warn you that he's known to be violent on occasion."

Soobin offered the woman a bright smile, eyes disappearing as his dimples flashed into view. The woman visibly relaxed, falling prey to the ravenette's charming good looks. "Don't worry, we're well trained. My partner is more than capable of handling the siren if he acts up."

Fears assuaged, the woman led them to a blocked off exhibit room. "The creature and his handlers are in there. Good luck, and don't say I didn't warn you."

Stepping inside, Elia saw at once that the room was greatly under-equipped to care for a siren. The exhibition tank was far too small, preventing him from fully stretching out when swimming. Upon closer inspection she noted that the water in the tank was fresh instead of the briny saltwater a siren needed. It was quite clear this poor creature was not the evil one here.

Touching her fingertips to the surface of the water, Elia spoke soft words in the tongue of the sirens. It was not the first time she was grateful to have a siren as her best friend.

Almost immediately the siren's head broke the surface, dull teal eyes wide with surprise. It must have been a long time since he heard his native language.

"Who are you? How do you know our words?"

His voice was hoarse, most likely from being forced not to speak. Elia felt her heart clench, but managed to keep her voice steady.

"My name is Elia. My best friend is a siren, and she taught me your language."

As she spoke, Elia examined what she could see of the siren. His teal hair hung limp and lifeless, his skin was abnormally pale. Heavy dark circles hung beneath his eyes, and he was painfully thin. One set of gills looked somewhat darker than the other, the skin pocked and bubbly as if it had been burnt. Through the clear water she could see that the scales of his gorgeous blue-green tail were as dull as his eyes, and there were a few rips in the fins.

"These people hurt you, didn't they?" She asked, blinking back a sudden threat of tears. Noting his hesitation, she added "I'm sure they told you we were here to kill you, but that's not entirely true. If these humans are mistreating you, we can get you out."

At this the siren seemed to perk up. "Can you really get me out of here?"

The raw hope in his voice made Elia's heart twist with a mix of rage and sorrow. Swallowing thickly, she nodded. "Yes. But you need to tell me how they hurt you. Not everything, just a little bit."

The siren rubbed his damaged gills tenderly. "They are the cause of this. I wouldn't listen to their orders, so they shocked me with some kind of electric device until it burned the skin. These gills still work, but not as well as the others."

Elia felt sick. Humans like these were no better than the monsters she killed, and she jumped at any opportunity to ruin their plans.

"I'm going to go talk to my partner. No matter what happens, you can trust that we will get you out of this awful place." She held out her forefinger and thumb the way Alys had shown her. "I promise." The siren touched his fingers to hers, a faint swirl of blue magic circling the digits.

A tiny smile appeared on the siren's face, and Elia matched it with one of her own. Then she turned and motioned for Soobin to step away from the handler he was questioning.

"He told me a bit of how they treat him. It's horrid Soobin, we've got to get him out of here! They're slowly killing him, and he won't last much longer."

Soobin's features twisted, and for a moment Elia saw her own anger reflected in his dark eyes. Then the mask fell back in place and he whispered a plan.

"These people seem quite eager to be rid of him, but they also seem reluctant to have him killed here."

"Probably don't want to clean up the mess." Elia hissed.

"Probably not. Anyways, what I'll tell them is that we will definitely take care of him, but that we have our own special places to do it so they don't have to handle the mess. If we can have him shift, give him some clothes and get him in the car without incident we should be good. We can work on fleshing out our story with Jiyong later in case they try to follow up."

Elia nodded. "Alright, let's do it." Inhaling deeply, she turned back to the siren to fill him in.

"We're going to tell them we plan to take you elsewhere to kill you, but instead we'll take you somewhere safe. Can you shift to your human form?"

The siren nodded. "I can, but I'll need clothes. They kept some in that locker over there for when they took me out to clean the tank."

Elia retrieved the clothes, placing them in the siren's reach before turning away to give him privacy. A few moments later she felt a tentative tug at her sleeve and turned back around.

Now on two legs, the siren wore a thin T-shirt, cargo pants, and sneakers with the laces removed. The clothes were baggy on his thin frame, nearly swallowing him. Smiling encouragingly, Elia placed a gentle hand on his back, leading him over to Soobin.

"Can't thank you enough for taking this thing off our hands. Far more trouble than we ever imagined. I'd say we'll all be glad to see him go."

I bet you are, you piece of shit. Elia raged internally, the false smile on her face beginning to hurt her cheeks. She wanted nothing more than to rip them all to shreds, but reminded herself that she was better than these wastes of space.

It wasn't until they were in the car and pulling out of the parking lot that Elia was fully able to relax. Feeling eyes on her, she turned her head and found the siren gazing at her almost unblinkingly.

"Thank you for saving me." He murmured, voice growing stronger the more it was used.

Another smile, this one fully genuine, spread across her face. "You're welcome. I'm glad we were able to help."

"You told me your name, but I haven't told you mine. I am Jongho."

"It's lovely to meet you, Jongho." Elia could see exhaustion creeping onto his face, so she held out her arm and motioned for him to lean against her. "You look tired. We have a ways to go, you should get some rest."

A small yawn escaped Jongho as he laid his head on Elia's shoulder, falling asleep almost immediately. Her smile turned tender as she watched him sleep, a comfortable silence hanging in the air.

Back at HQ once more, Elia and Soobin spoke in hushed tones as they discussed with Jiyong what would happen to Jongho. Jiyong and Soobin wanted to send him to The Haven, a safe house for rescued creatures of all kinds. Elia, on the other hand, disliked the idea. The Haven was full to overflowing, and she had a feeling the last thing Jongho needed right now was to be in a cramped space with a bunch of other species.

"Well, since you're against The Haven, I suppose you have an alternative suggestion?" Jiyong inquired.

Elia nodded firmly. "He can stay with me. You both know my penthouse is far too big for just one person, and quite honestly, I'd be glad of the company."

Jiyong sighed, knowing he'd already lost this battle. "Very well then. But the instant he becomes too much for you to handle, he goes straight to The Haven."

"Very well." Elia conceded. In her own mind she promised herself that such a time would never come.

It took several weeks for Jongho to get used to his freedom. He'd been an unwilling performer for so long, he had to relearn what it was like to have free will.

Elia was patient with him, never pushing him when he became overwhelmed. As time went on she came to realise that she was starting to feel things for Jongho, things that went beyond just friendliness and sympathy for his situation.

One day not long after she came to this realisation, Jongho approached her, looking more serious than she'd seen him in a while.

"What's up?" She asked, speaking English since he'd once told her he felt more comfortable speaking it these days as opposed to his native tongue.

"I, um, I have a confession to make."

Elia put a bookmark in the book she was reading and closed it. "Go ahead."

His eyes were glued firmly to the floor, not daring to look up for fear he'd see only rejection. "I think I like you. N-Not as a friend, but as, well…"

Elia placed her hands on Jongho's shoulders, causing him to look up as his words faded. "I like you too, Jongho. And in just the same way."

The siren's teal eyes sparkled as he took in the sincerity on her face. "You do? Really?"

"Yes, really. I've been trying to figure out how best to tell you, but it seems you beat me to it." Elia giggled, and Jongho let out a small laugh of his own.

"Then, may I kiss you?" He asked, so softly she almost didn't hear him.

"Of course." She replied, moving her hands from his shoulders to cup his face.

Their lips met, and Elia suddenly felt as though she was floating. Jongho's kisses were soft and cautious, as though he feared hurting her. When they finally parted for air, he seemed reluctant to let her go.

"It's okay Jjong, I'm not going anywhere. You can have all the kisses you desire."

A chuckle left him as a mischievous spark came into his eyes. "Careful what you wish for, sweet human."

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[strxberri]

𝐠-𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞.

「...come back home」

—   a/n: this is only for entertainment purposes, do not come for me for writing this! | all gifs are from pinterest

*•.¸♡ navigaion. ♡¸.•*

*•.¸♡ imagines. ♡¸.•*

✱ word count... 388

‣ summary... your husband jiyong was just enlisted into the militray and with him away it’s taken a toll on you, and you keep counting down the days for him to come back home.

↺ genre... fluff, angst-ish, military au, non idol au

♪ listen to... come back home by sofia carson

Your husband of 3 years Jiyong has just left for the military, you just got home to see your mother with your 1 year old daughter, Jiyeon she was watching a movie with her who was laying there sleeping in your mothers arms.

“Are you okay?”

“No, I didn’t realize how much I’d miss him until right now,” you say while crying into your mothers arms.

“I’m gonna put Jiyeon in her bed and then we can talk.”

“No, I’ll do it,” you say before pick up your daughters sleeping body, you walked into her room and laid her down in her crib, she looks so much like her father.

You walked out of her room and just start balling your eyes out and your mother rushes over to you to comfort you, she knew you would miss him, but she didn’t realized how much you loved him until this moment.

“You really love him, huh?” she asks you as she gives you another hug.

“Mom, I’m in love with him, he’s the one, I never really believed in true love until I met him,” you say as you cried more and more.

Later that night you got a facetime call from your husband.

“Hey.”

“Hi, uh sorry,” you say before wiping your tears from your face.

“Were you crying, what’s wrong?” he asks as he leans back in the chair he was sitting in.

“I’m fine, I just didn’t realize how much I’d miss you,” you as you hear your daughter crying in the other room.

You take your phone with you as you went into Jiyeon’s room to see her standing up in her crib crying.

“Hey, baby, don’t cry are you hungry?” you ask her before she nods her head.

“Is that Jiyeon?” he asks and she stops crying as soon as she hears her fathers voice.

“You got to tell me how you do that?” you tell him as he just laughs.

“It’s a secret,” he says as you both start laughing as you go into the kitchen to get her some food.

“Babe, I got to go, I have a long day tomorrow, I was just seeing what my two favorite girls were doing,” he says with a smile.

“Okay. I love you.”

“I love you two,” he says before ending the call.

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[apcomplexhq]

✦ Nome do personagem: Oh Jiho. ✦ Faceclaim e função: Mingyu - Seventeen ✦ Data de nascimento: 19/10/1997. ✦ Idade: 25 anos. ✦ Gênero e pronomes: Masculino, ele/dele. ✦ Nacionalidade e etnia: Coreia do sul, coreano. ✦ Qualidades: Afetuoso, Otimista e Extrovertido. ✦ Defeitos: Impulsivo, Presunçoso e Controlador. ✦ Moradia: Tartaros. ✦ Ocupação: Policial Senior. ✦ Twitter: @TT97JH ✦ Preferência de plot: ANGST, CRACK, FLUFFY, HOSTILITY, ROMANCE, SMUT. ✦ Char como condômino: Querido por todos, Jiho é o condômino amigável que sempre está a disposição para ajudar os vizinhos e contribui diariamente para tornar o complexo em um lugar harmonioso, mediando problemas quando necessário.

TW’s na bio: Desaparecimento e Menção a Violência Física. Biografia:

Às dez horas da noite em 19 de outubro de 1997, Oh Jiho nasceu aquecendo o coração da família influente coreana, conhecida por entrelaçar amor ao próximo e música em seu sangue. A mãe era uma talentosa musicista clássica, enquanto o pai ocupava o prestigioso cargo de Superintendente, assim como as gerações anteriores que moldaram o destino de Busan. Desde pequeno, demonstrava um senso profundo de responsabilidade e bondade aos mais fracos, algo que sempre diziam ter puxado de seu lado paterno.

Além de enxergar seu pai como um herói, ele também tinha seu irmão mais velho como sua inspiração. Jiyong - seu irmão - havia se tornado um investigador de homicídios recentemente e contava detalhes da sua rotina. Mas tudo mudou quando Jiyong desapareceu misteriosamente. O caso não só abalou sua família, como deixou Jiho com um profundo vazio em sua vida, jurando que um dia descobriria o que aconteceu com o irmão.

Assim que se formou no ensino médio com excelência, decidiu ingressar na Universidade Nacional Coreana de Polícia para cumprir com sua promessa. Em quatro anos, estava formado e iniciando sua carreira na polícia, Oh ficou conhecido por sua maturidade e liderança nata, sua determinação na busca por justiça e seu desejo cego de ajudar as vítimas; ele é uma inspiração para os colegas. Mas muitos também sabem da sua insubordinação e vontade que criminosos sejam castigados por seus atos, o que torna muitas abordagens intensas e até mesmo perigosas.

Diferente de muitos na organização, ele subia rapidamente de nível e os novos privilégios eram utilizados para encontrar pistas sobre o paradeiro do irmão, mas nunca achou nada concreto. No entanto, essa busca implacável por respostas o levou a descobrir um segredo horrível. Durante uma batida policial em Yeonji-dong, Jiho tropeçou em evidências que sugeriam que seu próprio pai, o atual Chefe da Polícia da Coreia do Sul, era corrupto e tinha ligações com criminosos poderosos. Imediatamente suspeitou que seu irmão havia descoberto algo antes de sumir porque seu pai nunca deu muita atenção ao caso do próprio filho.

Movido pela sede de justiça e o anseio em encontrar o irmão, ele decidiu confrontar o pai. Em vez de negar ou admitir qualquer envolvimento, Kihong - seu pai - usou sua influência para mantê-lo calado, o transferindo para Seul usando seu histórico de violência como justificativa. Estar em uma cidade agitada e ser enganado pelo pai trouxe incertezas para vida de Jiho, contudo, ele conseguiu se reencontrar ao receber uma pista anônima sobre o último paradeiro de seu irmão: Acropolis Complex.

Morando no Tartaros assim como seu irmão que desapareceu, ele vive uma vida aparentemente tranquila na nova comunidade, onde é amado pelos vizinhos e respeitado pelos colegas de trabalho. Jiho acredita que está progredindo por mérito próprio, perto de desvendar o mistério que envolve seu irmão e desmascarar a corrupção de seu pai, alheio ao fato de estar exatamente onde seu pai deseja.

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[kpop---scenarios]

Soulmates.. Funny Aren't They?

Commissioned by: @kpopularstolemylife 

Warning: Language, Angst 

Genre: Soulmate AU 

Pairing: Kwon Jiyong x Reader 

Word Count: 4.5k 

"Come on Y/N," Namjoon chuckles as the two of you mess around on the soundboard. "We haven't collabed since we first debuted. That was how long ago, it's time." He smiles, looking at you with pleading eyes. That was one thing other than rapping that you knew Namjoon was phenomenal at, getting his way with his sad puppy dog eyes and pouty lip.

Years ago the two of you the two of you trained together under Big-Hit entertainment and you still remembered the day Namjoon looked at you with petrified eyes as the instructor you both had yelled at him for his rather awful dancing. That's when you knew the two of you would be close friends, your dancing as well as his was not the greatest so that was something that the two of you happened to bond over. You lost yourself as you remembered the Long Count with the hours you and Namjoon spent in the dance practice rooms trying to nail the choreography that they had given you. You shuddered at the memory of constantly messing up the routines and having that your teachers glare at you with such impatience.

You're brought out of your memories by namjoon nudging your shoulder lightly, looking at you with pleading eyes yet again.

"Come on Y/N,  let's do it for old time sake." He smiles.

You can't help but to laugh. "What about Yoongi, Jin, Hobi, Suga, Tae and Kook? Aren't you guys working on a new album? You can't just abandon it." You say rolling your eyes.

"Album is done, it's not being released for a few months, they're all doing their own things right now. Plus you said that when our careers had taken off you would.. and we're both doing pretty fucking good" He says, looking hopeful.

"Fine." You sigh, throwing your hands up. You can never resist his charms, which is surprising considering how clumsy and awkward he can be.

"So what did you have in mind?" You ask, standing up to wander to the couch at the back of the room.

You hear Namjoon clear his throat before mumbling something that you only catch part of.

"What was that?" You ask.

"Soul...mate." he says, his eyes trained on yours to watch your reaction. He knew how you felt about soulmates and how you felt about not yet having found yours. He was always nervous to bring it up around you considering the last time you had a bit of a meltdown about it.

"You know it's fiiiiine that I haven't met my soulmate yet. It's fiiiiine that the seven of you all have found yours and are happy and in love and whatever. It's fiiiiine." You cry as you pound back your large glass of wine. Namjoon and the rest of BTS, except Jungkook, along with their soulmates all stared at you with wide and uncomfortable eyes, unsure of how to handle the situation.

Soulmates was not a topic that was often brought up around you anymore.

"Why does it have to be about this particular subject?" You groan, burying your face inside a pillow.

"Because love songs are our thing, and you know I love you and will be your partial soulmate if you want." He says standing up and extending his arms for a hug.

You groan again as you crawl off the couch and begrudgingly walk into his arms with a pouty face. "You know Chaeyoung wouldn't like that, in fact she keeps shooting me dirty looks so you should really stop joking about it around her." You laugh, wrapping your arms around his waist.

You had become close friends with all the members in BTS but you just seemed to have connected more with Namjoon, he was your best friend. The two of you were oddly similar to one another, frequently saying the same thing, always having almost the same thought, it was scary sometimes. The rest of the boys continuously joked about the fact that it seemed like you and he should have been soulmates since you were so in sync all the time, the two laughed it off.

Although Namjoon's actual soulmate did not find it funny anymore. From the beginning you felt as though she wasn't a fan of you but she hid it from everyone else quite well. As time and the jokes went on, her dislike for you became hidden hatred, the only one really oblivious to it was Namjoon. It wasn't until you had told him everything and he went home and spoke to her, where she confirmed that he finally understood. He set boundaries but you were his best friend, he wasn't about to drop you for anyone and Chaeyoung knew it. She knew Namjoon loved you and her in completely different ways, you only ever being platonic but it was hard for her to be understanding about it considering soulmates had such a strong and envious connection.

"Uhmm." The two of you hear, both turning your heads towards the door to see an angry looking Chaeyoung. You could feel Namjoon tense up as he released you from his arms, sheepishly smiling as he walked towards his love and wrapped his arms around her lovingly.

"Hi baby." He whispers in her ear.

You couldn't wait for that feeling. The feeling of being completely and utterly in love with someone and having them feel the same about you, only having eyes for you. You yearned for it on the inside but on the outside, you acted as though you were fine being on your own. You were a bad bitch, it was true but you wanted your special someone, you had waited long enough.

"Fuck you two are cute. I want that." You pout, annoyed by the happy couple. "Get out of my face." You laugh, walking past them. "I'll see you on Sunday to start recording." You say to Namjoon before squeezing past them. "You've got a good one Chaeyoung." You smile. Before you round the corner you can hear her reply, saying she knows she does.

That makes you smile. If anyone deserves someone to love them back harshly, it was Namjoon.

That night you hoped for your soulmate. You'd always told yourself to leave it up to the universe, he'll be revealed to you when your time has come but you'd been patient enough and you were ready now. That night, and the next night you tried to dream of what he was like, or looked like, but as usual you couldn't see anything, the man was a blur.

**

Sunday evening you arrived at the studio to meet Namjoon. Your hand on the door knob you pause before opening the door, hearing a second voice you couldn't make out along with Namjoon's. You try to figure it out before opening the door but give up within seconds, deciding to just see who it is instead of trying to guess.

You smile at Namjoon who's looking at the door as you walk through the frame. Your eyes drift to your left where you see Jackson Wang standing beside Namjoon, an even bigger smile on his face.

"Hey you." Namjoon smiles, turning to fiddle with the soundboard.

"Hey." You say, Jackson's eyes still fixated on you.

"Hi Y/N, I'm a huge fan." Jackson says, walking over to you and extending his hand.

"Thank you." You blush. "I'm a big fan as well." You admit, your face is still red.

"Ooohk, shall we begin?" Namjoon chuckles,  giving you an interesting look.

You had a hard time concentrating having Jackson stare at you. The sparkle in his eyes made your heart flutter. Maybe he was your soulmate? Although you had always heard from your mother that when you met your soulmate, it was a far bigger thing than what you were experiencing with him. Maybe for you it was different? You hoped you finally found him, if you were being honest, you now were tired of waiting. You wanted the special and amazing thing that you have seen first hand.

As the night went on, Jackson's presence made you more and more happy. Your heart beats increasingly more, a smile never leaving your face. You were almost convinced he was your forever but deep down inside you knew he wasn't. All you wanted was your forever  

"So what brought you here tonight?" You ask Jackson, hours after you had finished recording.

"I was trying to convince Joon to do a song with me." He chuckles. "He's a tough man to crack."

"That's a lie and you know it." Namjoon intercepts.  "I told you I was doing a song with Y/N and you begged me to let you come along so you could meet her. He's been talking about you non stop for the past few weeks. It's gotten to be a little much " Namjoon spills, locking eyes with an annoyed Jwckson.  

"Dude. Not cool." Jackson says through gritted teeth.

You can't help but laugh and feel flattered that he wanted to meet you. It still shocked you that idols you had watched before became your friend and enjoyed your music, it was surreal.

**

Over the next few weeks, Jackson would randomly show up to Big Hit, always bringing you something. Flowers, chocolates, dinner. You were flattered, especially considering he had a bit of a reputation of being a ladies man. Usually getting what he wanted from a female before tossing her to the side and moving onto the next when he felt like he needed a fix.

Namjoon always shook his head in disapproval whenever Jackson showed up around Big Hit almost too often, and eventually Namjoon pulled you to the side to talk to you.

"Y/N, he's into you. Like really into you. Do you want something to happen with him?" Namjoon asks, genuinely concerned.

"The attention is nice, I'll admit that. But you know I want my soulmate." You tell him, knowing you need to let Jackson know. It wasn't fair to him to think he had a chance with you, when he most definitely didn't. You were tired of wasting your time on men who weren't going to be around for long, knowing you will quickly lose interest in anyone who isn't the one for you once you meet him.

**

That night you were at the BTS dorm, hanging out with all the members.

"So Y/N, you're ending it with Jackson?" Jhope asks, a small pout on his lips.

"We were never anything to begin with. I'm simply letting him know there's not a chance we will be anything but friends. All I want is my soulmate." You tell him.

"He doesn't care about that, you know." Jhope begins. "He will be with whoever he's into. He doesn't want to find his soulmate."

"That's nice for him, everyone can have their own choice but that's not mine. I want my forever." You sigh, knowing tomorrow you'll have to have the talk with Jackson.

"I think you should give it a shot."Jhope admits, shrugging his shoulders.

You didn't respond. You knew Hobi was a big Jackson fan and he would vouch for him any chance he got. Regardless it wouldn't change your mind about it. You knew what you wanted and that was it.

**

The next day, you were in the studio working on your upcoming album, when Jackson walked into the studio.

"Good morning beautiful." He smiles, seeing you sitting at the table concentrating on writing.

"Hi Jackson." You sigh. It's now or never. "Listen.." you begin. "Nothing is going to happen with us, except for being friends." You say. "I'm done with being with anyone who's not my soulmate."

I could make you happy Y/N." He smiles. "I could make you so happy. You'd be in such bliss you wouldn't even remember the fact that you wanted a soulmate."

"Jackson.." you start. You had to admit, it sounded good. You did like him, and it would be nice to be with him.

"Besides, who needs a soulmate." He scoffs. "It's all bullshit, there's no spark with some random person you're supposed to be with for the rest of your life."

"So.. you don't believe in soulmates?" You ask, genuinely surprised.

"Not a chance." He chuckles, leaning back in his chair.

"Well I do. I firmly believe there's someone destined for you, someone you're supposed to be with forever." You say, crossing your arms unimpressed.

"I'm sorry." He begins. You start to relax. "But you're delusional. Down right out of your mind if you believe that."

Your jaw drops at his words. You can't believe he would say that to you, because you didn't see eye to eye about soulmates.

"Get out." You whisper, taking a deep breath while looking at the ceiling, trying to not snap.

"Seriously Y/N? You're being a little dramatic." He laughs.

"Jackson. Get the fuck out of my studio before I lose my shit." You snap, now glaring at him.

"I'll talk to you later, when you calm down." He says, walking out of the room.

What a tool.

**

A few days later you meet up with Namjoon to listen to the final produced version of the song you made with him. You were still sour from your little meeting with Jackson.

"You're going to tell me your version or am I only going to get Jackson's where he tells me you were being unreasonable." He sighs, pulling you in for a hug.

"Oh I'm dramatic? Whatever." You say rolling your eyes. "I told him nothing romantic would happen between us and that I was waiting specifically for my soulmate. And he told me I was crazy for believing in it, I was delusional."

"Oh Y/N. That's definitely not what he told me, but I have to say I believe you over his story. I'm sorry." He sighs.

"Eh. It is what it is." You say. "Now, let's hear this song." You finish excitedly.

**

A few months later, you and Namjoon attended the Melon Music Awards as the song the two of you did together was nominated for a few awards. Honestly, you didn't expect it to happen but you were extremely happy and hopeful for a win or two.

"You look beautiful." Namjoon says, leaning over in his chair after you sat down. You were grateful to be seated with the boys. One downside to being a solo artist.

As the night went on, the categories you and Namjoon were up for came closer, and your nerves heightened.

"And the winner for best collaboration goes too.." the MC pauses. "L/N Y/N and Kim Namjoon of BTS! Congrats!"

The build erupts in claps along with yelling as the two of you stand up, enormous grins on your faces as you make your way up to the stage to accept your award. Unfortunately you were too distraught to make a speech so Namjoon took over for you.

"You know." He began chuckling. "It took a little bit of convincing Y/N to do this song with me. She was hesitant but I can imagine she's happy she took the leap. We want to thank everyone who helped create this song, everyone who voted for us and our fans! We wouldn't be here without you guys and we love you all! Thank you!." He shouts, before wrapping his arm around your shoulder and leading you backstage with him.

"We won!" You laugh as soon as you're out of sight of the audience. "I can't believe it." You say happily.

"It's a rush, isn't it?" Namjoon smiles, the two of you walking down the narrow hallway. As you keep walking, you get a feeling in the pit of your stomach, one you had never felt before. Your palms begin to sweat, your breath becoming harder to catch. You look at Namjoon worriedly, but notice the man who wasn't paying attention to you either.

The two of you collide, your shoulders thrashing against each other. You both pause, your breathing becoming shallow, you can hear him struggling as well. Looking up, you come face to face with Kwon Jiyong. Your eyes wide, you can feel the sparks shooting through your body, every pleasure sensor being set off at once. Your eyes never leave each other, they're forced together.

After what felt like an eternity, you break eye contact, your breath becoming easier to catch.

"You.. you're my." You begin, only to be quickly cut off and dismissed.

"Don't even say it, I'm fucking not." He snaps harshly before turning to storm away.

"What was that about?" Namjoon asks.

"That was my soulmate. And apparently he doesn't want to be." You say, tears brimming in your eyes.

**

Days, even weeks later you couldn't get the fact that your soulmate had denied you out of your mind. Why didn't he want you? Wasn't it supposed to be love at first sight? Needing to be with that person from that moment on, forever and always. Maybe Jackson had a point?

But that didn't stop you from attempting to get in contact with the aloof Kwon Jiyong. You obtained his number from Jungkook who was friends and a huge fan of his.

No response.

You showed up at YG Ent in an attempt to speak with him in person.

No luck. He refused to see you, even went as far as having security escort you from the building.

What did you ever do to him?

**

Jiyong was getting extremely annoyed at your futile attempts at contacting him. Why would you nog get the hint? He didn't want a soulmate, he didn't want you.

There was only one person he wanted.

Cha Haeyeon.

She was his first love, his first a lot of things. First kiss, first fuck, first break up and make up. The two of them had been through hell and back and he wasn't about to let her go for someone he didn't know, and didn't want to know.

Currently, they were broken up, again. This had been the longest that they were split, likely because she was with someone else at the moment. Jiyong knew that's what she did. Everytime they broke up, she went to someone else, likely to make him feel jealous that she wasn't with him anymore.

He didn't get jealous. Mainly because he knew she would be back. She wasn't able to stay away from him for very long, often cheating on the one she was with, with him. He never minded. It was her he wanted and he would do anything to make her happy.

Including denying his soulmate.

He was waiting at his apartment tonight, waiting for Haeyeon who had finally reached out to him  asking to see him. He was excited, he knew what was going to happen and he was ready to have her back in his arms.

When she finally arrived, she didn't push herself on him for a kiss like she usually did. She walked past him to the couch, sitting down and avoiding eye contact.

"What's going on?" Jiyong asks.

"Look Jiyong." She sighs. "I need to tell you something." She says, fiddling her fingers. "I met my soulmate. We're getting married." She blurts.

"You met your soulmate?" He scoffs. "So did I and I fucking blow her off. For you."

"There's one more thing.." she whispers. "It's Seunghyun."

"TOP? My fucking best friend? You're fucking and marrying my bestfriend?" He snaps. "What happened to being together no matter what?"

"We decided it was time. We want to be together. I can't keep doing this with you. You're not the one I want anymore." She whispers.

"What do you mean time? How long has this been going on?" Jiyong snaps.

"2 years." She admits.

"We've been seeing each other for just over 2 years." He whispers. "When did you know?"

"The first night I met him is when we found out. We promised to wait and to keep it to ourselves until it was unbearable, and that time is now." She tells him. "I'm sorry."

"You're sorry?" He laughs, it lacks any humor. "Keep your fucking sorry." He snaps. "Get out of my house." He yells, storming out of the room, leaving Haeyeon to leave with things unsettled.

**

It had been weeks since Jiyong had basically denied you and your heart still hadn't healed, you also hadn't done anyone to try and help yourself. So that night when Jennie and Lisa had invited you out to a popular bar for idols, you happily agreed, hoping to clear your mind.

Walking in, you immediately spot the girls and head over to their table.

"Hey girl." Lisa smiles as you sit in the free chair, ordering a drink and a few shots to drown your feelings for now.

"You okay?" Jennie asks.

You half smile before you begin drinking.

A few hours later you're walking off the dance floor, heading to the bar to grab another drink.

And that's when you saw him.

Jiyong. He was very clearly intoxicated. He notices you quickly, must have felt the same flush of wariness you felt when you saw him.

You stare at him for a moment before trying to turn around as he starts heading towards you.

"Y/N wait." He slurs.

"What?" You snap.

"Is that anyway to speak to your soulmate? He chuckles.

"What do you care?" You snap. "You clearly have no interest."

"Don't be like that baby girl" he smiles, leaning in close before pressing his lips to yours.

You get lost in the kiss, everything else in the bar fades away, it's just you and him.

It's perfect.

Jiyong breaks the kiss, telling you he has to go but he'll see you tomorrow at the rehearsal for a performance many idols were doing.

He gave you one more peck before he left.

You felt like you were on cloud nine for the rest of the night, your heart constantly beating at a mile a minute.

You didn't sleep that night. You wondered what happened to make him come around to you. You didn't want to question it too much but it was something that was hard to ignore.

**

The next day you didn't see Jiyong for most of the rehearsal. You wondered where he was but were sure you'd see him soon.

Although there was a pair of eyes you could feel burning into you often.

Jackson. You still hadn't spoken to him since your fight. It was clear he wanted to talk to you and you wanted to clear the air. But that was for later.

You finally saw Jiyong later and in the middle of your rehearsal. It felt like a lifetime for it to end, but when it did you made your way over to him, a large smile spread across your face.

"Hi." You say as you approach him.

He doesn't respond.

"Are you okay?" You ask, reaching out to touch his arm.

"Don't." He snaps, pulling away from you. "Don't touch me."

"W-what? What's wrong?" You ask, extremely confused.

"You. Why are you everywhere?" He growls. "When will you get the fucking hint? I. Don't. Want. You." He yells. You can feel the tears welling in your eyes as you can feel the eyes of everyone in the building on the two of you.

"B-but last night.. you kissed me." You whisper, trying to control your emotions.

"Yeah and what a fucking mistake that was. You are not who I want. Get it through your head and leave me the fuck alone." He yells before storming off, leaving you standing alone, humiliated.

Wiping your eyes, you quickly try to escape this literal hell you're now in, only to be pulled back by a hand wrapped around your arm. You're pulled into a muscular chest with arms wrapping around your body, holding you close.

"Shh. I'm so sorry." A voice tells you. You immediately recognize it as Jackson.

"W-why doesn't h-he want me?" You cry into his chest.

"I don't know..  but he's an idiot. You're amazing and it's his loss. He has no idea what an amazing woman he's missing out on." He whispers, holding you tighter. "I'm so sorry."

You nuzzle your head deeper into his chest chest, your tears unable to stop.

"I would never do that to you. I would treat you like the queen you are. I could make you so happy if you would just give me the chance to prove it to you." He whispers, hopeful.

Before you can respond, you hear your name being called.

"Y/N? Y/N where are you?" You hear Namjoon yell.

"She's here." Jackson says, letting you go. "Think about it." he says to you before walking away.

Namjoon wraps his arms around you, pulling you in for an extremely comforting hug.

"Oh Y/N, I heard about what happened." He whispers.

"Please just take me to your dorm." You sniffle.

"Of course." He sighs, leading you to his car, his arm never leaving you.

**

A few hours later, you're curled up on the BTS couch in their dorm, a cup of hot chocolate made by Jin in your hands, and a blanket wrapped around you.

"So he kissed you last night?" Jimin clarifies.

"Yes."

"And then he completely humiliated you and hardcore denied you?"

"Yes Jimin, christ." You sigh.

"Sorry, just making sure I have the facts." He says, shrugging his shoulders.

"He's a good guy. He's just scared." Jungkook chimes in.

"From what I've seen, he's most definitely not a good guy. A piece of shit to be exact." You say. You can't believe Jungkook right now.

"Think what you want, but he's going through some shit right now. Just don't completely write him off." He says with a half smile before walking away.

"So what now?" Namjoon asks.

"Now I focus on my music. Fuck soulmates." You spit.

The last line makes you smile slightly when you think of Jackson and his extreme dislike for soulmates.

"Maybe I'll give Jackson a chance." You say shrugging your shoulders. "What's with him and soulmates anyways? He hasn't met her yet has he?" You ask, sipping your drink.

"Ahh. I was wondering when you'd inquire about that." Namjoon sighs. "Last year he found his soulmate. I won't name who it is, but she had been pining over someone for a very long time and it wasn't Jackson. So when the sparks flew, he was 100% on board but she wasn't. She denied him harshly, it broke him for a while."

"I thought soulmates were supposed to have an instant unbreakable strong bond." You say.

"They do. Usually. But very rarely, if the connection isn't strong enough for whatever reason, there's no hope." He sighs.

"So that's it for me then? Jiyong very clearly denied me and now I have no soulmate? My forever is gone?" You say feeling the tears coming on again.

Soulmates.. funny aren't they?

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Okay guys!

I was not satisfied with my fic. I have 27 000 words written so far and even though I love it a lot, something was missing. This morning, I had an idea. I have to change my fic a little bit, I will give it a new twist, another dimension to the story. Let me the spring break to finish it and I will upload it all, probably in 2 parts.

Hopefully, you will like it 😍 but be aware, it's a long run.

P.s. I fell hard for Tabi, writing him. Jeez, I miss Bigbang. I miss their comebacks. I miss their silly interviews and cute faces. 😭 I need new music 😭😭😭

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Just The Person I Need Pt. 13

Kwon JiYong is a Multi Million Dollar business man thrown into parenthood when his brother and sister-in-law die in an accident. leaving A son and daughter behind. Y/N is a nanny that loves what she does. What happens when their lives become intertwined? Will she be Just The Person He Needs?

Characters: Business Man!Kwon JiYong X Nanyy!Reader

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1823

Warnings: angst, character injury, worried JiYong  (yep,,, a definite warning

This chapter: some smut, fluff, hints at rough sex, unprotected sex (wrap it up lovelies)

When you finally lifted your head to look at him, you never thought you’d see the look that was flashing in his eyes. He was looking at you with awe, and fear, and desire. Before you could say anything else, he was grasping you with both hands and pulling you in to him. His lips crashed on yours with a hungry need, the forcefulness of his want taking your breath away. Cradling your head, he laid you back onto the bed, covering your body with his own. His hands worked hurriedly to grab the hem of your shirt, tearing it from top to bottom. A yelp escaped your lips into the kiss, not from fear but from excitement. Your hands reached for his hair, twisting the chocolate locks around your fingers as you pulled him deeper into the kiss. His fingers made nimble work of removing your panties, ripping them as he had done to the shirt. Once your naked body was on full display beneath him, he paused long enough to take the visage in. Your chest was heaving, breaths ragged from the kiss. Your pulse twitched beneath  flesh at your neck, right in the spot that drove him crazy. Your lips were pink and full from kissing him, eyes half-closed yet still full of lust and want. Your velvet soft skin was glowing beneath him, flushed pink, and warmth radiating between the two of you. He wanted to devour your body. He wanted to let all his pain and hurt out. He wanted to feel your arms around him, pulling him close, pulling him deep within you. He no longer wanted to hold back with her, but completely release his need. 

You knew he needed a release, knew that giving yourself completely to him in this moment was what he wanted, what he needed. You weren’t afraid of how rough he might be, you just wanted him to know that you were going to be there for him, no matter what. You became loss in the way he touched you, his grip tight on your thigh as he laid your leg over his shoulder. You welcomed him, when with a swift thrust, he was fully hilted within your waiting core. When each thrust came hard and fast, you lifted your hips to meet them, every single one. When he bit down on flesh as he groaned out your name, you let the pain wash over you. As he grabbed your wrists to hold them over your head, you let him take control of your body. You withheld your orgasm, allowing him to be pleased only. As his eyes went wild with lust, you met and held his gaze. As his hips faltered their rhythm, you wrapped your legs around his waist, keeping him buried deep as he met his release. When you felt hot tears fall off his face, you pulled him close, embracing him with a tenderness he needed. You ran fingers through his sweat soaked hair as sobs racked his body, his head coming to rest on your breast. You held him until his breathing slowed and his heartbeat returned to normal. You pulled the blanket over your bodies as you let him sleep in your arms, not caring who found you together in the morning. You held him close for the rest of the night, knowing you were in too deep to lose him now, to lose any of them. You were in love with him, and it didn’t phase you in the slightest.

When your eyes opened, dawn was just beginning to break outside his window. Your body was weighed down by his arm that was draped across your waist. His head was still resting on your chest, the warmth of his steady breathing fanning against your skin. You had learned so much last night about the man that laid beside you. To hear the pain in his voice as he told you the story of his brother’s and sister-in-law’s death tore at your heart. The difference in how he made love last night was far from the tender, caring man from the first time. As if to remind you of what they had done, your muscles ached and felt like you had been hit with by a truck. You did not regret letting him use you the way he did, as long as he found some kind of release from the pent up emotions he harbored deep within his soul. you had an inkling that he would hate himself for treating you so rough, so you made a silent vow to assure him that you were fully in control of your decisions and actions. Trying to wiggle your arm from under his head, you moved slowly, making sure he didn’t stir. When you finally stood, your legs nearly gave way and you had to stand still in order to regain stability. Padding across the floor, you went to his bathroom. Once your bladder was empty, you stopped at the sink to wash your face. Looking in the mirror, you examined your bare body. There were more marks left by his mouth. Peering downwards, you found fingertip bruises along your wrists, upper arms, and along your hips. You couldn’t recall feeling that much pressure from his hands, but to you, they were worth it. You ran fingers across each mark, remembering how his touch felt, how he set a proverbial fire somewhere hidden far inside your very core.

When you looked back up into the mirror, your gaze was met by his eyes watching you. There was hurt, fear, and pain mixed in his expression. You turned towards him, making slow calculated steps in his direction. His muscles tensed as you neared him.

“I’m sorry Y/N, I..”

“Ji-yong, you have nothing to be sorry for. I wanted to be with you like that. I wanted you to feel like you didn’t have to hold back or hide anything from me. You needed to have that release, and I am glad that I was the one to be with you.”

“But, I hurt you. Look at those bruises.”

“Please, just stop it right now. You did not hurt me. These bruises? They are a reminder of what we shared, a reminder of letting things go, giving in to a primordial instinct. They are not painful, not physically. They reflect your pain, yes, but the pain that you are trying to let go of. I will carry these, so you don’t have to carry any more hurt.”

“Dammit Y/N, I don’t want to leave any mark on you that was caused by my own pain! If I am to leave a mark on you, I want it to be from love.” as the words left his lips, he froze. Realization flashed across his face, they both saw it.

“What are you saying Ji?”  you held his eyes with your own, waiting for him to speak.

“I think… I think I am saying that, possibly, maybe, I… I think I am falling for you, and hard. It scares the hell out of me. I haven’t loved a woman in so long, I almost forgot what it feels like. It scares me that you could up and walk out that door at any minute and never look back. It eats me up inside when I see how those two kids look to you for comfort and love. And you give it to them freely and willingly, and I find myself wanting the same thing from you. I can’t explain it, I probably sound crazy right now. But, I look at you, like I am at this moment, and I feel a deep stirring in my chest that I can’t push away. I don’t ever want to hurt you, but I am afraid that I will, that I’ll break your heart or push you away.” Tears were forming behind his lids, threatening to spill over at any given moment.

“Ji, what if I told you that I was in love with you? Would that make me sound crazy too? What if I told you that I am willing to risk losing you, losing those precious kids, all for the sake of loving you? I know you will never purposely hurt me, you would never set out to break my heart. But, there is always that chance that one of us may hurt the other. Are you willing to take that risk with me? Are you at least willing to see what we can have, together? Because I want to. I want to share my heart and love with you and them. I want to be the one, any of you can come to for comfort, understanding, and love.”

“You… You said you love me?”

“Is that the only thing you heard?”, you were smiling at him, head tilted slightly as you watched his expressions change from fear to shock and then to peace.

“I think I caught other parts, too. You really love me? Love us? Don’t kid around here Y/N.”

“I’m not playing Ji-yong. Yes I love those kids, I love the staff here, but most importantly, I love you Mr. Kwon Ji-yong, and I am not afraid to say it or show it any more.”

He reached you in one long stride, his hands reaching to cup your face in his hands. Leaning down, he pressed his lips gently to yours. One hand reached for your waist, pulling you flush against his still naked body. There were no signs of sexual need or desire in this kiss. It was a gentle knowing kiss. A kiss that conveyed all feelings, feelings you two had so desperately tried to keep at bay. Your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer to you. The lingering aroma of sweat, sex, and musk encircled you both. Breaking the kiss as lungs ached for air, he pressed his forehead to yours. Eyes closed, he let tears fall freely, no longer ashamed of looking vulnerable. He couldn’t remember the last time he cried so much and so freely, didn’t think he even cried after his brother died. It felt good, felt freeing, to let everything out. He could trust you with his heart, wanted to trust you with everything he had and everything he was.

Youtook hold of his hand, turning him back to the bedroom. Without speaking, you crawled up and pulled him in beside you. He pulled your body against his, tucking his arms snug around your small frame. He nuzzled his nose in your hair, drinking in the scent of hibiscus and cherry blossom that still clung to you. Leaning his head up, he planted a kiss to your temple.

“I love you”  he whispered in her ear.

“I love you too, Ji, more than you know.” you said back, a lazy smile spreading as you drifted off to sleep.

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#Kwon Jiyong #jiyong smut #jiyong x reader #jiyong fluff #jiyong angst

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If you get the chance can you possibly write 5 and 11 in the sfw Drabble prompt list? For jiyong from Big Bang. Maybe super angst but fluffy at the ending. No rush! Love your work!

AHHHH. It’s me again from the jiyong from Big Bang sfw prompt request I just sent. I meant to put 19 instead of 11. I’m totally dumb. So sorry!

A/N: You’re not dumb, don’t say that! That’s a simple mistake, no need to apologize. It’s mostly just plain sad, but it’s fluffy at the same time, so I hope you like it! Thank you for liking and supporting me and feel free to continue requesting as much as you’d like! <3

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When your boyfriend came home, he rushed to you. There you sat, crying without caring about how you looked, still clutching your phone. On the phone read the message from your mother: He didn’t make it.

Jiyong pulled you into a hug, repeating, “It’s okay to cry. I’m so sorry.”

Once you calm down enough to talk about it, you explain how your brother entered a coma after a car crash.

“Love, you shouldn’t have dealt with the pain yourself. Were you ever going to tell me? I could’ve comforted you.”

You hug him, “Will you comfort me now?”

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[kpop-scenario-lover]

Memories~Jiyong Angst~Scenario

*GIF is not mine credits to the owners*

As you unlocked your apartment a sudden sadness came over you.

It was empty again. You sighed softly before closing and locking your door. You shared an apartment with your longtime boyfriend Jiyong.

Lately over the past couple months though, it felt empty. Jiyong was hardly ever home anymore.

You understood though. He was an idol. He had fans counting on him to make a comeback with his band mates. You respected that and you understood why he wasn't home often. He loved his bandmates and he loved his fans. He didn't want to disappoint anyone.

Still though you missed him. He was your boyfriend after all. You were allowed to miss him.

You slipped off your jacket and shoes heading towards the kitchen to make something for dinner.

As you were walking towards the kitchen you quickly took out your phone to send a quick text to Jiyong asking him if he was going to be home for dinner.

You already had a feeling you knew the answer, but you asked him anyway just in case.

As you were making dinner you heard your phone go off.

You wiped your hands and walked over.

You checked your phone and frowned.

"Hey, Sorry I won't be home tonight. Have dinner without me." You read the text.

You sighed and typed back a reply.

"K. It's not like you're ever home anymore anyway so I'll stop asking if you're coming home. Have a good evening."

You were tired. Mostly though you were fed up. Jiyong was always blowing you off.

You had been understanding and patient until now. There was only so much you could take, and you were past your point.

As you were lost in your thoughts your phone went off again.

It was Jiyong.

"Y/N? What the hell has gotten into you? You know how busy I am. I'm sorry I can't come to your every beck and call everytime you want me to be with you. We'll talk about this later. I'm busy."

You rolled your eyes. At this point you were furious. All these pent up emotions came bursting out.

"You're busy? Do you care that little about our relationship? I'm voicing a problem that has been on my mind for months and you're to busy to talk to me about it? Fine. Don't bother coming home tonight at all. Not that you would've anyway."

You set your phone down and screamed in frustration. "Busy? Busy? We're arguing and you're to busy to work this out?" You yelled as you ran your hands through your hair.

You sighed and stepped out of the kitchen. No longer in the mood to eat.

As you were about to head upstairs you heard your phone go off again.

You sighed as you headed to go get it.

As you picked up your phone your eyes widened slightly.

"Of course our relationship means a lot to me, but so does my job and everything else. I understand that your voicing how you're feeling. You did agree to this when we started dating and I told you how things were going to be. I told you. Don't worry I won't come home tonight. I'll probably be to busy to anyway. We'll talk later Y/N. Now please stop texting me. I have to get back to work. I'll be turning my phone off."

You rolled your eyes.

"Don't worry I'll stop after this one. Yes you did tell me that our relationship would be different from others because of your job. I understand that. I still do, but is it so wrong for your girlfriend to miss you? I haven't physically saw you in two months Jiyong. Two months. We live in the same home and I haven't saw you in two months. Look. Maybe we should just take a break. We're clearly not going to agree on this. You don't see an issue and I do. So maybe we should just take a break. Give each other some time to think about our relationship and if it's worth saving at this point. I love you Jiyong. I do, but I don't know if I can do this anymore."

As you sent the text tears came to your eyes. You quickly wiped them away and headed upstairs.

As you walked upstairs you looked at the pictures of Jiyong and you on the walls.

Every picture had an amazing memory. As you looked at them, you were reminded of those days. All the memories of you and Jiyong rang through your head.

As you kept reliving those memories more tears came to your eyes. You soon made it to your shared room.

As you walked in you sighed softly. As you looked around the room you again were reminded of Jiyong. His clothes were hanging in the closet. His favourite sweater was on the chair in your room along with a bear he had gotten you one Valentine's day.

Pictures of you and him were all around the room, but most of all the room still smelled like him.

You turned around and headed towards the guest bedroom. You couldn't stay in that room. Everything thing in the room reminded you of him.

You closed the guest room door and made your way to the bed. You checked your phone hoping he had replied. You already knew the answer though.

You set your phone down on the night stand and climbed into bed.

You cuddled into the blankets as the events of today had fully sunk in.

You asked Jiyong for a break because you didn't know if he really cared for you or not.

Tears fell from your eyes as you realized what you had asked of him.

Did you want to take a break? No, of course not. You love Jiyong.

You knew that your relationship wasn't a healthy one anymore though so you needed a break.

As you curled farther into yourself, you heard your phone go off.

Your body stilled. Nerves were running through your body as you slowly grabbed your phone.

You opened your phone to a message from Jiyong.

"If that's what you would like then fine. We'll take a break."

As you read the message your heart shattered.

"Y'know Jiyong, you're quite the asshole. You don't even want to fight for our relationship anymore? Is that how little I mean to you? Y'know what just forget about the break. We should just end this now. I'll have my things moved out by the end of this week. Now I'll be the one shutting my phone off. Goodbye Jiyong." As soon as you pressed send you shut your phone off.

You quickly got up and locked the guest bedroom door just in case Jiyong came home and wanted to talk.

As you crawled into bed the reality of what you just did came crashing down.

You just ended things with Jiyong.

*Hey Guys! Its been like forever since I've updated my scenarios, and I'm so sorry! I haven't really had motivation to finish any of them. But hopefully this'll help me get back on track*

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G-Dragon lyric inspired (Without Me-Halsey)

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BIGBANG 6TH MEMBER AU MASTERLIST

Introduction to Park SooJin

Brief facts

SJ’s Day: The boys answer questions about SJ at the Hajimari No Sayonara event

SJ’s tattoos

Someone: SJ’s first mini-album

Sex Tape Scandal w/Siwon

Strong Heart: YG Special

Quote that matches SJ

SJ friends with benefits moodboard

Lucky: SJ passes out

Weekly Idol

JB

Wonho

Cockblock

Her ring

Face claim

OT6 fan posts

Seungri/SJ

Scenarios

Untitled: Seungri and SJ the night before his enlistment

New Members: Seungri and SJ join Bigbang

Fan Posts:

Part One

Seungri can‘t keep his mouth shut

GD/SJ

Scenarios

Two More: GD and SJ the night before his enlistment

Surprise: GD and SJ get their happily ever after

Surprise part 2

Still Time: GD figures out he’s an idiot and he still has time

21: We finally learn what the hell happened at SJ’s 21st birthday

Let’s Not Fall In Love: GD and SJ write a song

3 Minute Boyfriend: GD and SJ on SNL

Baby #2: SJ and GD decide to have another baby

Chill Out: SJ tells GD she’s pregnant for the first time

The Catalyst, The Decision, The Aftermath, The Future: SJ and GD’s relationship hits a rough spot

Jia Tap Dancing

Motte: SJ comforts GD

Shameless JiJin Balcony Sex

Godparents: JiJin asks Siwon to be Jia’s godfather

Hormones: GD can’t keep his hands to himself

Catch Feels: SJ realizes her feelings for GD

Kwon Dami

Jia: SJ and GD’s single about their eldest daughter

Get Out: SJ and GD almost call off the wedding

Fourteen Years: GD is in awe of SJ and their life together

Kwon Jia

When Jia is born

Dragon Ball Z: SJ and Jiyong start to bond

Fan Posts:

Part One

My First Kiss: Jiyong and SJ’s first kiss (this is a scenario I accidentally put in the wrong spot)

Wedding Reaction

Honeymoon Photos reaction

Favorite JiJin photos

Reaction to JiJin family vacation

Reaction to JiJin’s RoS episode

Theories on JiJin’s sex life

Theories on JiJin’s relationship

Reactions to SJ watching Jiyong

Reactions to JiJin’s house

Reactions to SJ’s second pregnancy

SJ pregnant at an award show

SJ performing Taming the Dragon

Celeb reactions to SJ’s pregnancy

Fan reactions to SJ’s award show appearance

Fan reactions to Jiyong’s duality

JiJinJia

Theories on GD’s true feelings for SJ

Celebrity reactions to JiJin pregnancy

Celebrity appearances at JiJin’s wedding

Fan posts about JiJin pregnancy

Asks

Tattoos dedicated to SJ

Jiyong‘s reaction to SJ’s sex tape

GD on Infinity Challenge

Aesthetics 

Wedding

Daesung/SJ

Scenarios

Third Drawer to the Left: Daesung and SJ the night before his enlistment

DSJ: The birth of Daesung and SJ’s sub-unit

Fan Posts

Part One

Aesthetics

Skinny Love

TOP/SJ

Scenarios

Turning Point: The moment Top and SJ became friends

Protection: SJ gets overprotective of Top

Kick in the Ass: SJ is on a solo tour and she turns to Top for help

Fan Posts

Part One

Part Two

Asks

TOP and SJ’s relationship

Taeyang/SJ

Scenarios

Turning Point: The moment Taeyang and SJ became friends

Fan Posts

Part One

Line Distribution

Flower Road

Bae Bae

Sober

Haru Haru

OTHER

Who is dating?

What music does SJ create and listen to?

Idols crushing on SJ

SJ/Siwon fan posts, Part 2

SJ’s style

SJ‘s LEAST favorite looks

SJ‘s FAVORITE looks

SJ/CL fan posts

SJ/Minnie fan posts

Good Decisions: SJ is friends with Jay Park

Siwon is trying

Thank You Daddy: SooWon sex tape

Fan reactions to SooWon sex tape

Grey: SJ and JB’s single together

Alternate Ending

Siwon and SJ wedding fan posts

Siwon and SJ wedding aesthetic

Surprise: Alternate Take (SJ and Siwon’s wedding)

MinSeo (Scenario)

SooWon Children Facts

Eunwoo (moodboard)

DalSun (moodboard)

MinSeo (moodboard)

Before it Slips: they tell SuJu they’re pregnant 

JaeBeom’s birth

JaeBeom (moodboard)

SooWon pregnancy ; fan reactions

SooWon wedding

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[noona-clock]

MADE 🖤 Loser

A BigBang songfic series by Admin B! 🌟Enjoy!

Genre: Mafia!AU/Angst

Pairing: Jiyong x You

By Admin B

Loser 🖤 Bae Bae 🖤 Bang Bang Bang 🖤 We Like 2 Party 🖤 If You 🖤 Sober 🖤 Zutter 🖤 Let’s Not Fall In Love 🖤 Fxxk It 🖤 Last Dance 🖤 Girlfriend 🖤 Flower Road

Loser, loner. A coward who pretends to be tough A mean delinquent. In the mirror, you’re Just a loser. A loner, a jackass covered in scars Dirty trash. In the mirror, I’m a...

“I don’t think I can do this anymore,” Jiyong muttered, holding his head in his hands as he sat glumly on your couch.

“...Do what?” you asked hesitantly. You were fairly certain you knew what he was talking about, but you wanted to make sure.

“Everything.” He moved to run a hand over his face, and you could tell his emotions were getting the better of him. “All of it. How did I even get here?”

You opened your mouth to answer but closed it again after only a few seconds because... what could you really say? So you simply reached out, placing a comforting hand on his back.

“I don’t want to be like this. I don’t want to live this life anymore. I don’t like who I’ve become, I just... I can’t even look at myself in the mirror. How are you even still friends with me?”

“Because you’re still you,” you assured him, scooting closer. “You haven’t changed. Your heart hasn’t changed, Jiyong. I’ve known you almost all your life, even before...” You couldn’t even bring yourself to say the word ‘Mafia,’ but you didn’t have to. He knew what you meant.

Sure, he looked different. He dressed differently. He had scars from knife and gunfights. But he was still the same kind, warm-hearted, loving ball of fluff you’d grown up with. Even if he couldn’t see that right now.

Honestly, I’ve never fit in with the world I was always alone It’s been a long time since I’ve forgotten about love I can’t listen to hopeful love songs anymore You and me both We’re just sad clowns, tamed and scripted I’ve come too far, I’m coming home. I wanna go back to when I was young

“I just wanted a place where I could fit in,” he explained, even though you already knew this. You knew everything about him. “I’d always been --”

“A misfit,” you murmured.

“And I never really had anyone I could call my own.”

You bit the inside of your cheek to keep from saying anything. Because his words stung. He’d always had you, just... not in the way he meant. He’d never seen you in that way.

“None of that even seems to matter anymore, though,” he chuckled, his tone devoid of emotion. He turned his head to look at you then, one corner of his lips lifted in a humorless smirk. “Look at us. We’re two sad sacks who can’t even find love.”

“Right,” you agreed. Little did he know you were single by choice. Because the man you loved was sitting right next to you, unaware of your feelings.

“I just wish I could go back to... before all this. Back to when we were kids and all we had to worry about was getting home in time for dinner.”

“I would love to go back to those times,” you said softly, rubbing his back reassuringly. “But we can’t.”

“Yeah... I know. If only.”

At some point, I started looking at the ground more than the sky It’s hard even to breathe I hold out my hand But no one holds it. I’m a...

“I mean, when I really think about it... what the fuck have I been doing?” Jiyong asked, shaking his head. “I went into this thinking I could just do it for a job, do it for the money, you know? I wouldn’t let it define me, I wouldn’t let that whole world get to me.”

“But it did,” you whispered.

“It did. And I can’t even pinpoint when it happened. I just... I feel so... helpless. Hopeless. Like I can’t do anything. Nobody can do anything.”

You swallowed back tears before moving to take his hands, squeezing them. “Jiyong, don’t talk like that. You can do something.”

“Do what, exactly?”

“You can leave the gang. You can start over.”

Jiyong looked at you like you were certifiably insane. “And how am I going to do that, huh? Who’s going to help me?”

“I will!”

He let out yet another emotionless chuckle. He didn’t say anything, but you knew he didn’t think you could actually do anything.

Like he said... he felt hopeless.

And it killed you.

I curse the blue skies Sometimes I wanna lay it all down I want to say goodbye When I stop wandering at the end of this road I hope I can close my eyes without regrets

“What if I just...” he whispered, his voice trailing off.

“What if you just... what?” you asked. Your heart was pounding at the possibilities.

“...Left?”

“If you just left? Like... left left? For real?”

“Yeah.”

“I mean... you don’t think they would look for you? And find you?”

“I don’t know,” he muttered. “If they catch me, they would kill me. And so what? At least I tried to get away.”

“Jiyong, don’t even talk like that.” You couldn’t keep the emotion out of your voice because just thinking about a world without Jiyong... You couldn’t comprehend it.

“I don’t see that I have any other options!” he cried. “Besides, no one would miss me.”

You stared at him, unable to speak for at least a whole minute. And then you managed to sputter out a “How dare you?” before swiftly rising from the couch and going to lock yourself in your bedroom.

How dare he say no one would miss him? When you were sitting right next to him! 

You! The person who had known him for so long! The person who had loved him for so long.

If only he knew.

And that’s when you realized... you had to tell him.

Loser, loner. A coward who pretends to be tough. A mean delinquent. In the mirror, you’re Just a loser. A loner, a jackass covered in scars Dirty trash. In the mirror, I’m a...

The next morning, you woke up more determined than ever to tell Jiyong how you felt about him. The way he’d spoken yesterday had scared you enough to make you understand you didn’t want to live with regrets.

And if you never told him you were in love with him, you would regret it.

You shuffled into the bathroom to splash some water on your face, letting out a huge yawn as you flipped the light switch.

When you approached the mirror, you jumped a little.

There was a note stuck to it. You recognized Jiyong’s slanted scrawl even through the sleep in your eyes, and your hand darted out to grab the piece of paper.

I can’t stay here anymore. I can’t tell you anything, for your own safety. Please don’t come looking for me.

Tears immediately filled your eyes, and you basically collapsed against your bathroom counter.

No.

No, this couldn’t be.

The only person in this godforsaken world you actually loved... and you’d just lost him?

I’m a loser.

Part 2

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[imbicuriousyeah]

princess bride masterpost

disclaimer: i have written none of this myself and am not claiming I did, all content belongs to William Goldman. I only made Buttercup into the reader insert and Jiyong into Westley (and changed some of the other characters just for the hell of it)

I didn’t even have to change that much but pov and names! but the major cuts that I did make were all the author asides. I thought they distracted from the story itself, though feel free to read the original if you want a bit more snark and confusion

(i.e. the book is not an abridgment of an original classic like Goldman says it is, that’s just some weird narrative device I do not understand- but feel like I may be emulating since this version is kind of an abridgment as well?)

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

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[kpop-uni]

Demon!Jiyong Words: 1.2K Warnings: Angry and jealous demon A/N: I love y/n and Ji~ And they’re dating in this drabble!

I looked over myself in the mirror, sighing softly as I looked over my outfit choice, going back to my closet and peeling my clothes off. I shifted through the hangers, groaning and stomping my foot a bit before there was a knock, the door creaking open. "Are you seriously going to that date? You know he's going to be pissed off, right?" I looked at the door as Daesung sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes glued to his phone.

"He has no reason, we broke up and I'm not over here getting mad that he's inviting girls over to his place." I shrugged, pulling on a pair of tight jeans and a blouse, walking back out of my small closet, checking myself in the mirror. "How does this look?" I turned to Daesung, letting him look over my outfit before walking to my closet.

"If you're going to make him mad, at least put the one you bought out of impulse last year," Daesung pulled out the striped white and black one I had with a few flowers, one side overlapping the other and only covering me with a small button. I pressed my tongue to my cheek, taking my shirt off and slipping that one on, buttoning it up before getting my purse.

"I'm leaving, I'll text you in case of anything." Daesung nodded, sitting on my couch and going back to his phone.

I walked down the stairs, hearing music on the other side of the door, ignoring the door opening and a girl walking out, looking at me. "Why don't you come in? I'm sure the party here is a lot better than wherever you're heading."

I was about to answer when the door opened again, the girl and I both looking as Jiyong leaned on the threshold, his eyes trained on me. "I'm sure she's not one to party," he mused. I glared at his form, his black jeans clinging to him as his buttoned-up white shirt was tucked in them but still loose on him.

"He's right. Anyway, I'm heading out on a date." I turned around, walking down the stairs and calling back a thank you when the girl told me to be careful. I smiled as I stepped out, feeling satisfied remembering Jiyong's jaw grit. I made my way to the small coffee shop, thankful that the days were long and there was still sun out, meaning that there would still be people inside.

I walked in, about to head to the counter before catching the eye of the guy I was meeting with and smiling, walking over. "Is this seat taken?" I asked, Seunghyun looking up and smiling, sitting up straight.

"Actually it is, I'm waiting for my date but you're more than welcome to sit and keep me company until she arrives." I laugh quietly, pulling my seat back as he stood up, sitting along with me. "I took the liberty to order you a coffee, you look like a sweets kind of girl but I can get you another if you want."

I smiled at the cold cup of coffee, whipped cream and a thin waffle cookie on top. "No, thank you, it's nice of you." I took a small sip and smiled, setting the cup aside a bit and giving Seunghyun my full attention.

Overall, he was nice to talk to, nothing with Seunghyun was too much and he enjoyed talking about art and museums. He was eagerly talking about the new exhibit down in the city, telling me he had wanted to go but didn't have anyone to go with, giving me a smile. "Are you suggesting I should happen to be there when you are and suddenly join you?" I smile, resting my chin on my hand.

"Or I can pick you up and we can head over, you pay for the tickets and I'll pay for dinner afterward?"

I hum, pretending to think about it when the small chime of the bell rang, signaling the door opening. Footsteps approaching us when I turned, my eyes glaring at the red-haired man. His hand grabbed my arm, pulling me up and away from the table. I glared at him, his eyes filled with anger, glaring at Seunghyun.

"She's not going with you, so don't call her or look for her, she's mine," Jiyong growled. Seunghyun kept his calm gaze before it was slowly replaced with fear, making me look at Jiyong. His eyes were pitch black, his teeth now sharp and I pulled him with me, rushing out of the coffee shop.

"You're such an asshole!" I yelled, letting go of his arm and turning to him. "I was having a good time there!" I glared, Jiyong glaring back at me with his dark eyes.

"Yeah? Having a good time with someone who buys you a sweet coffee when it's obvious you hate sweets? Or hate drinking wine? Or, better yet, talking your brains out about his chair collection?" Jiyong took steps toward me, making me take equal steps back, finally pressing my hand to his chest and pushing him back.

"Why do you care? We're not even together so just stay out of my life already!" I yelled.

I squeezed my eyes closed as I was pressed back into the hard brick wall of a building, looking up at Jiyong who glared at me. His eyes were still black, his snake-like tongue poking out and his teeth gritted. "Get this through your head, y/n, you're mine." I stared up at him, turning away before his hand gripped my chin, forcing me to look at him. "Do you understand?" He growled, his voice deeper with anger.

I stared at him, pushing his back and ignoring his slight grunts of anger. "Why can you bring women to your house then and I can't even go on one date? I leave you alone with them and you don't even care that I'm crying alone or suffering!" I yell, Jiyong grabbing my wrists and pinning them down, pressing himself against me as I cry, looking away.

"You think I'm that cruel to leave you alone? That I leave you to suffer without caring? After you've seen me in so many forms you really think I won't be there? Do you know how much it killed me that you didn't want me there to hold you so I had to stay outside your window just listening to you cry?" Jiyong asked.

His hands slowly let go of my wrists, moving up to my face and tipping it back so he could see me. I watched his eyes go back to normal, the anger now went to sadness and regret. "I'm sorry for what I did, I shouldn't have ignored you... I love you..."

I cried harder as the words left him, repeating them as he let a breath go, his mouth crashing into mine and the kiss frantic with love and need to be closer. His tongue quickly overpowered mine and he pulled me closer, his hands flat on my back making sure I didn't pull away.

We both pulled back for air, looking at each other before he grabbed my hand, gently lacing our fingers together. "Let's go home, baby."

#gdragon drabble #jiyong drabble #bigbang drabble #gdragon angst #jiyong angst #bigbang angst #gdragon #g dragon #kwon jiyong #bigbang #demon!jiyong

[kpop---scenarios]

Soulmates.. Aren't They Funny?

Summary: Soulmates were a funny thing, and completely unpredictable. You hadn't dated anyone after your last failed relationship, in hopes your knight in shining armour would come sweep you off your feet soon. You made it big at Big Hit Ent, you had amazing friends with the boys of BTS but it was always missing that you hadn't found your forever. You attend an award show where you soulmate also happens to be for the first time. What will happen when the sparks fly, but he wants nothing to do with them?

Coming soon..

Commissioned by: @kpopularstolemylife

#soulmate au #big bang #g dragon #kwon jiyong #jiyong fic #jiyong soulmate #jiyong angst #bts #kim namjoon #jungkook #Taehyung #yoongi #seokjin #jhope #jimin