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taexual · 4 years

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i’d love you to stay but that’s simply insane // JJK (1)

jungkook is an uncontrollable lead vocalist of the campus band, and you’re a goal-oriented top student that’s known his rich and complicated family since childhood. you don’t want anything to do with each other, until each other is exactly what you want to do.

pairing: jeon jungkook x reader

genre: college au

warnings: strong language, accidents caused by drunk driving (DO NOT, UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES, DRIVE WHILE DRUNK OR AGREE TO RIDE WITH SOMEONE WHO’S DRUNK!!!)

words: 4.4k

chapter one.

The music coming from the stage was deafening and headache-inducing but the ambience of the club itself was absolutely energizing, and you kept switching between regretting the decision to come here, and thanking your roommate for convincing you to. Glancing at the girl next to you – she’d already finished her fourth drink and you weren’t sure if she realized it because she seemed to be hypnotized by what she was seeing on stage – you smiled even despite knowing that you’d be stuck helping her battle a killer hangover tomorrow.

“It’s crazy,” Inna said suddenly as if having read your thoughts, “isn’t it? I mean, they’re driving the whole club insane, look at them!”

You did look but not at the band on stage. The second floor of the club provided you with a great view of the first floor and the sight of your heavily intoxicated and barely legal peers dancing so close to the stage, they were nearly on top of it already, distracted you – it always amused you to see the duality of the top students in your class.

“Yeah,” you said. “But Parental Advisory brings the insanity with them wherever they go. I saw some people who brought actual posters to the club.”

“Shit, I should have thought of that,” Inna said, hitting herself on the temple with her palm in disappointment.

“I don’t even get it,” you started and your roommate was already groaning. Even drunk, she could recognize the tone of your voice when you were about to complain. “I mean—”

“Come on, you said you wouldn’t complain!” she whined.

“I said no such thing,” you disagreed, “and I’m not complaining, anyway. I’m just saying how they’re nothing special. Everyone’s only listening to them because they’re the only band on campus.”

Inna looked like she wanted to argue – like she’s done a million times before – but then she decided to let it slide and finish her drink instead.

“You’re only saying that,” she pointed out then, the straw of her cocktail still in her mouth, “because you have a weird prejudice against their lead vocalist.”

You raised your eyebrows with a skeptical scoff. “Jungkook? I don’t have anything against him. I just think he’s an overrated, arrogant asshole.”

Your roommate glanced at the stage again, seemingly losing herself in the performance for a minute, before she agreed to give you the benefit of the doubt, even though she always suspected that there was something more there – she knew you and Jungkook had history and she felt like your open dislike for him was concealing your deeper feelings.

“He may be arrogant,” she said just as Jungkook tossed the towel he’d used to wipe the sweat on his forehead off into the crowd, “but that’s just because he’s aware of how good he is.”

“Or maybe it’s because his dad owns a successful business,” you said, “and he’s just an entitled heir.”

“Sure, that could be a factor. But being an heir wouldn’t make those girls so devoted to him,” she was only half-joking as both of your gazes immediately fell to the side of the stage where a group of girls was already waiting for the performance to be over.

“There’s always a crowd of girls wherever he goes,” Inna continued, her eyes glistening. She chuckled then, “and, let me tell you, word is, they’re never disappointed.”

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes even despite having heard the rumors on campus as well. It wasn’t that the members of Parental Advisory slept around – or maybe they did but they weren’t ones to brag about it – but they knew what to give their audience to make them satisfied. That included their shows on stage and their parties back at their shared house – a notorious place already, known all over campus as the only spot where a party could stay alive and burning all throughout the weekend.

“Do you think his groupies leave reviews?” you slipped into sarcasm without meaning to. “Do they rate his performance on and off the stage out of five stars?”

“No, are you seriou—okay, that’s enough for me. I’m going to get another drink,” Inna stood up, choosing to focus her energy into having a good time rather than trying to get you to see the band from her point of view.

You debated stopping her -- she’s already had more drinks than she could handle -- but the determination in her eyes as she turned around and crossed the room towards the bar stopped you. You didn’t dare to interrupt a woman on a mission.

Finishing your own drink as you waited for her to come back, you took this time to focus on the atmosphere of the club. Despite the fact that Parental Advisory was, obviously, not one of your favorite bands, they did play good music – even if you could already feel a headache creeping in – and, there was no denying, they definitely knew how to put on a show.

You watched Jungkook lean into the crowd with his mic stand, his white shirt almost see-through from his sweat – and everyone who was close enough to touch him went wild. It was almost as if he ignited wildfires inside of them with his eyes – just one look and everyone around him dropped all of their inhibitions and started to live.

You knew of the effect he had on people even before he joined the band as you found yourself reminiscing about all the times you’d listened to Jungkook play a very strained version of Für Elise on his grandfather’s old piano. He’d always look at you after he finished playing and the glitter in his eyes made you feel as though you’ve just listened to the most harmonious melody in the world, even if his family’s cat wouldn’t stop hissing, begging him to stop and get away from the piano.

Somehow, listening to Parental Advisory – even though they favored alternative music and stayed clear of Beethoven – always brought back the memories of Jungkook at the piano. It softened you until you started to understand why every person at the club was completely at his will, responding to his every gesture, and, for a little while, you could relate to them as you followed Jungkook on stage with your eyes.

You didn’t like these memories – they lowered your walls against your will – so you were glad to get distracted by Inna as she plopped back down on her seat next to you, a new drink in her hand.

“Man,” she said and then took a sip, “if I’d brought a poster too, maybe we could have gone to the after party.”

Of course she wanted to go to their after party. When it came to Parental Advisory, after parties were basically a part of their performance, so she couldn’t just leave in the middle of it.

“You can still go even if you don’t have a poster,” you said, already coming up with a plan of how you were going to get home after the final song ended. “It’s not like their parties are exclusive.”

“Well, they sort of are,” Inna said. “It’s different when you just show up to the party. The people who matter arrive with the band. And they usually invite some of the girls with the posters backstage after the show.”

“The people who matter,” you repeated with disgust, “I hope you realize how pretentious that sounds. You’re not a loser if you don’t roll up to the party with the band.”

“It’s—okay, maybe it’s a little pretentious,” she said. “But I’d still like to be a part of that crew. Or, at least, arrive with someone.”

She wasn’t trying to conceal her wistful tone and even if she was, she probably wouldn’t have been very successful, because her wish to get a glimpse into the inside world of Parental Advisory was obvious in her eyes as she watched the band play out the final chords on stage.

Despite dragging you to gigs like this nearly every weekend, Inna was, all things considered, a good friend and you felt like you owed her this one thing because tonight really wasn’t as torturous for you as you may have made it seem.

You still couldn’t help but sigh before speaking to let her know how difficult saying this was for you (all so she wouldn’t expect you to do this every time you went out, really), “I suppose we can go to the party together. I’ll make sure you don’t feel like a loser.”

Her whole face lit up as she turned to you. “Do you mean it? Because I’m too drunk to recognize it if you’re mocking me right now.”

“I mean it,” you said sincerely. “If you don’t mind arriving with me instead of the band.”

“Oh, who cares, the band will be inside,” she dismissed her previous stance immediately, “thank you! I’ll make sure to repay you by getting you a clean cup of beer so as not to repeat my last mistake.”

You squeezed your eyes shut, frowning as you tried to resist the memory of Inna’s last mistake that involved accidentally making a cocktail of beer and tequila and then leaving you to fend for your life as you battled a hangover that seemed to last the whole week.

“Let’s not go there,” you said, “I’ll get my own drinks this time. Or, actually, maybe I’ll stay sober. One of us has to.”

Inna chuckled. “Good! I think it’s a little too late for me to do that.”

As it turned out, your roommate wasn’t the only one who got drunk way before the after-party started, because, by the time you returned to campus and reached the large building Parental Advisory lived in – courtesy of their rich parents, of course – everyone there was already wasted and in the middle of a very intense game of how-many-stupid-things-can-I-do-in-one-night. The guy who dived head-first from the roof into the jacuzzi in the backyard – no clothes on him whatsoever – must have been winning.

“Did you see that?” Inna laughed, her eyes lighting up like a child’s in the presence of candy. “There’s a reason why people won’t shut up about the parties here.”

“Hmm,” you looked around, more concerned about the girl from your Philosophy class who was attempting to do a keg stand all by herself. “But how do they not have accidents here? Everyone’s drunk out of their—”

“Oh my God, there they are!” your roommate squealed as she stopped walking suddenly and you automatically bumped into her. She turned to you, completely unbothered by the fact that you’d made her spill half of her drink. “Do you want to say hi to Jungkook?”

You lifted your gaze until you saw the four members of the band make their way towards the kitchen – which was, conveniently, directly behind you – and then scoffed.

“Not at all,” you said as the group approached. “But even if I did, watch how he successfully ignores me.”

But your expectations weren’t met as Jungkook – still mid-laugh about something someone had said to him – stopped right in front of you.

“Oh!” he looked surprised to see you, but not nearly as surprised as you felt when he stopped to talk to you. Inna had stopped breathing as she watched you from the side and, frankly, you thought your lungs had given out, too. “Nice to see you here. Having fun?”

You hadn’t talked to Jungkook in seven years at least – a lucky number, one would think – and now that he was suddenly addressing you again, you weren’t sure if you’d ever learned how to talk at all.

“Sure,” you ended up saying because what else was there to say? “I like what you’ve done with the place. Before the party started, I mean.”

He laughed, giving the space that was once his living room – but was now a dance-floor with a couch that was nearly tipped over by some couple that was making out on it – a good look and then turning to you again.

“Thanks,” he said. “My mom took care of it.”

“Of course,” you let it slip. Acting like you didn’t know him was obviously not going to work because you did know him, and you knew very well that his mother was an interior designer because she was the one that designed your parents’ house, too. “Hope she’s doing well.”

“She is,” Jungkook said but it sounded a lot like the automatic response you’d given him before – “sure, I’m having fun at this party” – and he realized that as he cleared his throat, “she, uh, she’s still in touch with your mom, I guess, yeah?”

“Well, they’re best friends,” you said. Once again, your mouth opened before you could control yourself and every single word came out sounding overly sarcastic and borderline snotty. It was like you were trying to live up to his arrogant nature while he was pretending to be humble. “Anyway, it’s, uh, good to see you, I guess. I’m going to—”

Your eyes were already on Inna – who was no longer as amused by Jungkook as she had been moments ago, and was currently ogling Taehyung, another Parental Advisory member, who was talking to someone a few feet away from her – and you were already in the middle of taking a step past Jungkook and towards her, when he suddenly grabbed your forearm, stopping you.

The act – or, his touch, to be precise – shocked you so much that you turned to him with parted lips but weren’t able to express your surprise out loud.

“Wait, you guess?” Jungkook asked, sounding oddly amused. “So, it’s not really good to see me, then?”

For a moment, you didn’t understand what he was saying at all – because you weren’t thinking what you were saying when you spoke to him – but then you realized and pulled your arm out of his grasp.

“I’ve made small-talk with at least a dozen people I didn’t know before tonight,” you said, “it’s been good to see them all.”

“You know me, though,” he insisted, grinning now. It was like he listened to the sarcasm in your voice but deliberately chose not to hear it.

Still not really sure why he was talking to you now of all times – you’ve been going to the same classes for three years now and there have definitely been opportunities for you two to interact but you both ignored all of them – you figured he was just bored. Doing the same thing every Friday night – performing and then going home to get drunk with strangers who basically worshiped him – was bound to get tiring after a while and maybe he was looking for new ways to entertain himself.

“I knew you,” you clarified, not wanting to become his newest form of entertainment.

He shrugged, seemingly unfazed by the seven years you’d spent not talking. “You still do.”

You scoffed and were clearly about to disagree, so he jumped in before you could.

“We can always catch up,” he said with a nod towards the kitchen. “Let’s get a drink.”

“Why?” you asked. You couldn’t help it, this was too weird.

“Why not?” he countered, ever the opportunist. You didn’t reply. “What’s with the frown? Do you still plan everything out in advance? Should I make an appointment with your secretary before you can agree to get drinks with me?”

You felt the frown he’d mention deepen as your skeptical expression turned into a full-on scowl. You didn’t appreciate being mocked.

“You should,” you said. “But, fair warning, I’m booked until graduation.”

You were already turning to walk away – and noticed that Inna had disappeared – but, once again, Jungkook pulled you right back in by speaking louder.

“Aw, that’s disappointing,” he said in a way that made him sound more excited than disappointed. “Won’t you make an exception for an old friend? You used to.”

You felt goosebumps rise on your skin as he said this but didn’t even attempt to defend yourself. He had always been the exception to everything in your life – no matter how busy with homework you were, no matter how many school events the student council needed your approval for, you always made time for him – and, somehow, that came back to bite you in the ass.

“I haven’t talked to you since we finished middle school,” you said, purposefully not sticking to the day in discussion for too long or Jungkook would have undoubtedly used that against you, too, “lots of things changed. I only make exceptions for the people who matter now.”

Jungkook – who was absolutely going to discuss your middle school graduation in great detail if you’d stopped talking after you mentioned it – grabbed his chest and threw his head back dramatically.

“Ouch,” he fake-moaned, “that’s really cold, you know. I’m just trying to reconnect with you.”

“I think you have more important matters at hand,” you said, finally finding an excuse to walk away – it came in the form of three girls who had appeared by his side, evidently too tired to be waiting for his attention from across the room.

He hadn’t even noticed them at first – which was surprising, considering how strong the scent of their combined perfumes was – but, as soon as he turned his head to finally look at them, you walked away.

Instead of being annoyed by your abrupt exit, however, Jungkook seemed to grow even more amused. This was the first time you’d left him hanging – things really have changed.

“I’ll call you!” he called out across the living room but you didn’t turn back so he assumed you didn’t hear. Sighing, he turned back to the girls by his side. Taking the one closest to him by her hand, he pointed towards the kitchen. “Ladies.”

When you finally turned around to look at him – because you did hear what he’d said – he was already guiding the group of girls into the kitchen and filling their cups. An unexpected sense of disappointment settled in your chest but you tried to shake it off.

He was the one who decided it’d be better if the two of you stopped being friends at the beginning of ninth grade. It couldn’t have taken him seven years to change his mind.

A loud commotion outside distracted you from the conversation you’d been having with someone who, apparently, lived in a dorm room across the hall from yours – funny how you haven’t even seen each other before tonight – and you both turned to look out of the window.

“What the fuck was that?” you heard Yoongi, another one of Jungkook’s bandmates, ask himself, as he hurried past you. “Is that fucker fighting again?”

Your heart rate picked up as you realized that the “fucker” in question must have been Jungkook. Thinking rationally, you knew you had no reason to go out there and check what was going on, and yet the possibility that Jungkook was in a fight – and not for the first time, apparently! – was enough to send you right after Yoongi, until the two of you stopped in the backyard, both looking around to see what was causing the loud noise.

“Do you see him?” Yoongi asked you, too drunk – and too busy looking after his lead vocalist – to question why you were outside with him when everyone else settled on watching the scene play out through the windows of the house.

“Why do you think it’s him—oh. Yeah, I see him,” you pointed to a black car parked at the far end of the backyard – clearly, the car belonged to one of the members – and Yoongi saw Jungkook as soon as he turned to look.

Frankly, it was hard not to see Jungkook because he was being unceremoniously thrown on the hood of the vehicle by a guy that was about twice his size. And yet Jungkook seemed so much more aggressive than him as he pushed himself off the car and attacked.

“Fuck,” Yoongi muttered briefly before breaking into a sprint. “Jungkook! Shit, get the fuck away from him. What the fuck do you think you’re doing?!”

Profanities continued to spill from his mouth as he attempted to break the fight up. You found yourself running to catch up with them – which was a blessing for Yoongi because he struggled to hold the other guy back when Jungkook kept throwing himself at him – but you didn’t dare to intervene just yet.

“What are you doing?” you demanded – no one paid any attention – and then cleared your throat before trying again, louder, “Jungkook!”

Still, the boy was far too focused on his opponent – who was being cradled by a huffing Yoongi – so you had no choice but to step in – literally – and place both hands on Jungkook’s chest, pushing him back into the car roughly.

Taken off guard, he stumbled and fell on his back, landing on the hood of the car yet again and nearly taking you with him as he had angrily grabbed your wrists before he fell. He was seemingly ready to push them away before he looked into your eyes.

“Fuck,” he exhaled as soon as your gazes met, his grip on your wrists softening but not disappearing as he held your hands against his chest that moved up and down, his heart beating rapidly under your fingertips.

After waiting until his heart rate slowed down just slightly, you pulled your hands out of his and stepped away so he could stand up from the car.

“What the hell happened?” you asked. You could feel yourself start to shake but it wasn’t due to the chilly evening air.

“He’s being a dumbass again, that’s what happened,” Yoongi snarled, pushing the guy he’d been holding back off of himself and glaring at him and Jungkook both. “You need to get your shit together, man. I’m sick of looking after your sorry ass.”

The last part was directed at Jungkook who groaned, pulling the sleeves of his hoodie down. The guy he’d been fighting spat on the ground, gave him one last frustrated look, and returned to the party. Jungkook looked like he was going to yell something at him but Yoongi cursed loudly and gave up right then and there, turning around towards the house.

“I don’t need you to look after me!” Jungkook yelled after Yoongi, who pretended not to hear him as he walked away, and then – much to your surprise – the younger boy threw the driver’s door of the car open.

Confused and seriously concerned, you watched Yoongi leave before turning back to look at Jungkook. “W-what are you—”

“Just go!” he snapped at you as he got into the car.

“You can’t drive!” you protested in panic, grabbing the door before he could close it.

“I can do whatever the fuck I want,” Jungkook snarled, looking at you with a fire so prominent in his eyes that you ended up letting go of the car door out of sheer surprise. You’d never seen him like this before.

And then, as you turned away from him for just one second, searching for Yoongi – surely, he’d come back to stop him – Jungkook started the engine of the car.

You swore under your breath, knocking on the window of the car but it brought no response from him. “Jungkook! You can’t—”

He said something and you automatically stopped pounding on his window to listen. The engine of the car was drowning out his words and you expected him to lower his window and repeat what he’d said, but Jungkook used the moment when you took an unconscious step away from the car, and pushed the pedal.

You swore loudly as you watched him drive away, running your hands through your hair in desperation. For the next minute, you watched the car maneuver around the front yard clumsily and then drive down the main street. When he disappeared from your field of vision, you pulled your phone out from your back pocket but you didn’t know who to call.

Looking around again, you realized that Yoongi had gone back inside, and suddenly, you weren’t sure what would be faster, calling the police so they’d be on the look-out for a drunk lunatic behind the wheel or finding the rest of the Parental Advisory members so they could hopefully find a better solution.

But before you could reach a decision – it all seemed to happen in a split-second, honestly – you heard a loud crash. With your heart immediately falling down to your stomach and then plummeting all the way down to your feet, you ran across the yard and towards the main street, hoping – praying – that the sound was unrelated to Jungkook.

And yet, as soon as you stopped on the sidewalk and looked down the road, you saw the same black car right there, next to where the road split into an intersection. It had been forced to stop by a lonely lamp post, the view of which was partially blocked by a large tree trunk, but even so, you could tell that Jungkook had slammed the car right into it.

Struggling to breathe, you listened to people pour out of the house. They seemed to be much more alarmed than they’d been when they first heard someone fighting.

You didn’t think you could move.

“Call an ambulance,” you whispered, your eyes glued to the smoke that was coming out in dark, angry swirls from underneath the totaled hood of Jungkook’s car. “Someone needs to call the ambulance!”

Your own phone was lit up with the number of the police that you’d dialed mere seconds ago but you couldn’t find the control in your fingers to press call. Then, you heard cursing and realized that the people from the party weren’t going to help. They didn’t even consider helping.

They were running away. Escaping from the accident which seemed to them like the perfect reason for expulsion from university. They no longer wanted to be a part of the special club that got to arrive to Parental Advisory parties with the members of the band themselves.

Inhaling deeply, you realized that no one else was going to do this for you, so you finally managed to pull yourself back together again.

You pressed your phone to your ear and with each beep of the dial tone, you cursed the Parental Advisory parties more and more – they were an accident waiting to happen. An accident so awful, it could erase seven years of silence as you hoped Jungkook would be able to talk to you again.

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chemicalpink · 4 years

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Astrology Series ♡ NSFW Mars Sign: How they are in bed, turn-ons, turn-offs + kinks

A/N: Today may I deliver some NSFW Astrology analysis. I’m working on something so I thought of leaving this here for you. Please bear in mind that these are just assumptions and are in no way to be taken as the mere truth since these are based off of their birth charts and astrology in no way defines a person or their value.

Warnings: NSFW content. It has sexual content. Kinks. Sub/Dom themes. Impregnation.

Kim Seokjin, Min Yoongi, Kim Namjoon [Cancer Mars]

You must be clean af if you want to get it on with them, I’m talking a full-on ‘here are my tests from two weeks ago’ type of clean.

Sex and Love are not mutually exclusive, they are more like two sides of the same coin for them so if you’d like to have sex with them you’ll need to be fully committed to them first.

They have huge mental stimulation so they might plan ahead any fantasy that they would like to try out in bed.

They appreciate a few teasing sexts here and there to keep them developing fantasies inside their heads.

Cancer Mars are the most protective and sentimental in relationships but during sex too, they are the ones to hold you close while inside of you like they never want to let go.

One-night stands are a huge no no for them. Can’t do.

If you want to bed them, you really must be different from the rest. They need to know there is a spark within you that gets them to feel secure around you.

VERY ROMANTIC like hella into holding your hand at all times during sex, caressing your face, sloppy kisses, all that romantic and erotic stuff.

Pleasers. Let’s be honest, we been knew, these guys would pretty much appreciate giving the best orgasms before their own.

Aftercare KINGS

Let’s talk the biggest kink for these guys: impregnation. Yeah, as much as they appreciate cleanliness, the do be thinking about having you not only full of their cum but round with their babies.

Jung Hoseok [Aquarius Mars]

Open-minded af, honestly, we know Hobi isn’t one to judge anything that you could come up with sex-related or otherwise.

Bratty or rather borderline playful, likes to tease A LOT if he knows it will get you worked up.

Goes thru kink phases. He might be really into this thing he just read and all of a sudden he would much rather do this other thing instead.

Will try anything once. ANYTHING & EVERYTHING. He might go back and have seconds on something that he really liked.

The most perfect for role play. Wanna act out any of your fantasies? He’s 100% down for it.

Doesn’t require a huge emotional commitment and out of this bunch, he might be the only one down to sleep with someone without actually having a relationship with them. Not one night stands tho, more like friends with benefits.

Phone sex HELLO. Do you honestly think it matters that he’s on a whole other continent? Nah, this man knows no borders, just pick up the damn phone and get ready to get sexy.

Toys Toys Toys. I cannot stress this enough, if it catches his eye, he’s got it in his bag. Weekly packages arrive, he’s got a new little friend to help out.

THIS MAN IS A WHOLE ASS DOM. Can we please refer back to Dior Hobi. Please.

Kim Taehyung [Capricorn Mars]

HELLO DOM TAE WE BEEN KNEW

A shit ton of expensive details before sex, I can totally picture him purchasing this set from agent provocateur beforehand and asking you to wear it for him.

I mean a bottle of champagne? also check

A fancy-ass date beforehand, sure, no problem

Praise kink, more like… Worshipping kink. He would love it if you were to worship his dick during dirty talk.

Sensual slow and conventional. OKAY HEAR ME OUT I’M NOT SAYING VANILLA TAETAE BUT yeah, kinda. It is nothing bad tho. Vanilla can be pretty passionate.

I’m talking lovemaking until the wee hours of the morning

Most attracted to someone experienced. He is just fascinated with the idea of dominating someone who is far more experienced in sex than he is.

Like to be taken care of. Dom baby Tae. After sex cuddles and stuff.

King of controlling himself. YOU CAN EDGE THIS MAN FOR CENTURIES HE DOESN’T CARE.

...until he gets you all to himself.

Park Jimin, Jeon Jungkook [Scorpio Mars]

Possessive clingy babies of this bunch.

Power Dynamics are a thing for these two. Like, I know they look sub/switch or soft doms but THEY WILL NOT HESITATE.

Trying out various kinks. Not as many as Hobi, but they got their fair share of ideas in mind to try out.

Will easily dominate a bratty sub. You know how Jimin is supposedly the scariest when angry? And JK is a muscle bunny that the rest of the members run from? Yeah, you don’t wanna get them to switch on full dome mode. Or maybe you do. I can’t tell you what to do.

Can get you wet with just looking into your eyes. Fierce eyes. KINGS OF DUALITY. 100% guarantee to get you on your knees by just staring and a signature smirk of theirs.

Sex must be deep, passionate and extraordinary. Like no other before and will most probably ruin you for anyone else.

They give it their all, as if its gonna be the last. You don’t think it can get any better, until it does. And oh man.

Full intensity and commitment. I’ve said it. Possessive clingy babies. If you are gonna get their everything in bed you have to give your everything out of bed in exchange.

Learn about mind and soul through sex. They have this deep connection with themselves and their partner that sex is an out of body experience. Yep. That’s a thing.

Most powerful personal magnetism and WE BEEN KNEW. There is just so much more behind their talent and look and everything that we are able to see, when in their presence you just HAVE TO look at them, fill up your soul with their mere existence.

Masters of revenge if you tease them. Like, on a whole another level.

They might even wait 6 years for a bathroom break while filming cake decorating on FESTA. Yoongi knows about this.

Enough drive and stamina to meet and exceed any expectations. These two might be able to go on and on for hours on end. Have you ever tried to pull an all nighter but for sex? These two might be your best shot. Plus, when you get up after a nap, they could totally go for a morning round.

Continuos foreplay: I’m talking, stares, hand never leaving your skin, clinging onto you, sexual innuendos over text. all that jazz. We’ve been here before. Kings of stamina.

Scorpio Mars does come with a warning tho (It’s a price to pay for all the good things from the most passionate sign). They might get so infatuated with you that they will never NEVER leave your side. They want to become one with their partner. So kiss goodbye any alone time.

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singulari-taee · 4 years

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The Danger in Duality ｜09

BTS X Reader

CW: Graphic depictions of violence, maybe worse than usual.

AN: This chapter is 2x longer than the others (partially why it took so long) so I hope you all enjoy this super packed chapter!

“You and your seven squad members must take on the struggles of being world-class assassins while also living as full-time college students.”

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There was a moment where no one moved. Where time stood still and silence trapped all. It held you in place, incrimination and scrutiny burning under wide eyes.

But he was like an apparition- there one moment, gone the next.

It was the slamming of the door that shot you to action.

You rolled off of Yoongi’s body. Your feet caught in the sheets as you launched yourself onto the floor. You collided with your nightstand on the way down, but you couldn’t even register the pain. You just watched as Yoongi scrambled off the bed and chased after Jungkook from the bedroom.

You clutched your bare chest. Your heart pounded violently against your ribs. There was an agonizing pain there. It was suddenly hard to breathe.

No.

Your body pushed itself to crawl across the floor until you reached your shirt and threw it over your head. Your ears rang with white noise. The feeling of nausea bubbled deep in your stomach. With wobbly legs, you pushed up and moved from the bedroom to the living room. The front door was wide open.

You ran after them, shoes long forgotten as your bare feet hit the pavement. Outside didn’t match your feelings. It was too calm, parked cars showing a tranquility you were unfamiliar with. As you ran blindly, you zeroed in on a figure. Yoongi was standing in the middle of the street. His hands were grabbing at his hair.

“Where’d he go?! Did you talk to him!?” you called.

“He’s too fucking fast. I lost him. I didn’t even see which way he went. He’s not answering his phone either,” he began to pace, eyes closed, “Fuck!”

You just watched as Yoongi kicked at the gravel, cursing into the sky. The stars felt like they were closing in.

“What if,” your tongue was dry like sandpaper. Your breathing was shallow, “what if he tells the others? He’s gonna...he’s gonna tell them.”

Yoongi just stood there, eyes still closed. Suddenly he broke out laughing, “So this is how it ends, huh?”

“He could be at your apartment right now. Or his dorm. He could be hiding somewhere, we need to catch up and keep trying to find h-”

“Stupid. So fucking stupid. Out of all the times-”

You grabbed his shoulder and spun him to face you, “Can you fucking pay attention?! Talk to me, we need to fix this!”

“How, ____? How do you propose we ‘fix’ this?”

“We can try to explain it to him. Maybe if he understood the situation…”

“Oh, I think he saw enough to understand just fine.”

“Can you just try to work with me here?! Stop being such a pessimistic asshole for once. Help me! Help us! I don’t know what to do!”

“And you think I do?”

You tilted your head, feeling your blood begin to boil, “Yoongi, that incident on our last mission should have been the last close call. This should have never happened. Your drunk ass should've never came over in the first place. So yes, I want you to figure out what to do.”

“Oh yeah, of course. Blame it on me, “ he rolled his eyes, “Like you weren’t all over me before he came in. Right.”

“After the cuddling that you insisted on! What even was that?! ‘I wanna stay like this forever. I like us like this.’ That refresh your memory?”

“I was drunk and just saying shit! And if my memory serves me correctly, you were reciprocating my nonsense just fine!”

“Oh, what the hell are you even talking about?!”

“I like this more than I should”. What’s that supposed to mean? You’re not innocent in this, _____. You fucked up just as much as I did. So don’t you fucking dare.”

“Neither of us are innocent! The whole agreement proves that,” you said. “But you remember what our agreement was. There was no forever. You know that Yoongi, but you still pushed the boundaries! Can you just be upfront with me, please? What is going on with you?”

“I needed a body! I was drunk and vulnerable and I needed a body, alright? Is that a good enough excuse for you? That I was using you?”

“You needed a body,” you repeated, slow, digesting it as the words left your mouth.

“That hurt you or something. Why? Weren’t we both just using each other anyways? Weren’t you using my body too? Isn’t that all I was to you? Just a body?”

He raised an eyebrow trying to pull the answer from you.

“Cut the bullshit,” you snapped, “I know what I heard you say before he came in. You wouldn’t have said it if I was just a fuck to you.”

“Even by your own rules we were just fucking, _____! I told you I was just saying shit! And say I wasn’t. Say I meant it, what would you have to say about it?”

There was no reply. A shrug was your answer. A shitty one at that, and you knew it.

He nodded slowly, taking a single step back.

“Huh. I think...I think this was all a mistake, actually.”

You replied in a small voice, “Yeah. Maybe it was.”

Yoongi looked you over one more time, a long gaze filled with unreadable intensity. He turned on his heels and walked down the road. He paused in his stride, fist clenching at his side, but kept on. He didn’t look back.

Without your permission, your legs folded over. You crouched down, elbows to your knees. The street lights shined down on you, a spotlight in the darkness. Shudders raked your body. Tears wouldn’t come, wouldn’t caress the sides of your face. It was sick really, how not even your tears would offer you comfort.

_____________

Maybe he should have been more considerate in case Taehyung was asleep, but in the moment he couldn’t have cared less. Jungkook burst into the room, slamming the door behind him. Taehyung watched from his bed. He stopped scrolling on his phone to look his roommate over.

“Um...is everything okay?”

Jungkook’s chest rose and fell as he tried to catch his breath. He slid against the door and sat on the floor.

“Did you at least get the gun?” Taehyung asked.

Jungkook shook his head.

“Dang that sucks. Was she sleeping? Not home?”

It was as if the sight was burned into his memory. He couldn’t shake it no matter how hard he tried. Jungkook wanted to laugh, vomit, scream- anything to free himself from what couldn’t be explained. A wave of dizziness took over him. He was glad he was already on the floor.

He met Taehyung’s questioning gaze. He felt like he would explode at any moment. The burden was becoming too much for him to bear alone.

______________________________

Too many times.

Too many times were you put into unwanted situations because of your job. The list was long. There was the time you had to crawl through a sewer in Paris. Or the time you were locked in a car during a heat wave in Lagos. Or the time you had to run from cannibals in Siberia, an incident completely unrelated to the mission.

You didn’t think the boys’ apartment would join those places on the list.

You had never missed a mission assignment, but skipping it surely crossed your mind. Though you somehow still ended up walking through their front door. You passed Yoongi and he passed you, both without a word or sign of acknowledgement. Being in the same room lit a flame of deep resentment under you. You took your place on their sofa, arms crossed and lips tight as the others filed in. You would simply do what you needed to do and go back home, you promised yourself.

“Ugh, I can’t wait for summer,” Seokjin said from his side of the sofa.

“Preach. Being stuck here is getting kinda old. Like I get it, travel is limited because of school or whatever, but I could really use an international mission right now. That’s where all the fun is,” Hoseok said.

“It’s only fun when no one gets lost...which happens every time,” Namjoon sighed. “Or when Jungkook doesn’t offend the locals...which also happens every time.”

The boy in question had just walked in with Taehyung. When you had finally mustered up the courage to call his phone after the incident, he never picked up. You had even camped out in front of his door for an hour waiting for him to answer, but he never did.

He sat down in the farthest possible corner of the room from you. You tried to search his face for any signs, but he wouldn't even look in your direction. You could tell he noticed your staring, but wouldn’t give in.

That brat.

You appraised Taehyung instead, but he just scrolled on his phone, absentminded. No, he couldn’t know, could he? You glanced at the rest of the boys. They looked at you normally. Spoke to you normally. Had Jungkook told them, but swore them to secrecy? You were all decent actors.

“You can’t even talk. How many times have you lost your passport, Mr. Leader?” Jimin asked. Namjoon just rolled his eyes, “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

“Anyways! Let’s go ahead and recap the last mission, we don’t have that much time before the new assignment.”

Seokjin pulled up the database on his laptop, “Alright, since only us three went this’ll be quick. _____ how many kills did you get?”

“Two.”

“Yoongi?”

“One.”

“Okay so describe the interaction with the first target.”

“The first man-” you were interrupted.

“He was in the kitchen-” Yoongi stopped.

You refused to look at him. You kept your focus on Seokjin.

“It was my kill, so I’ll describe it,” you said flatly.

“Oh yeah. Forgot you took that one.”

The snarkiness in his tone made your eye twitch.

“Like I said in the mission, I took it because I didn’t know you had claimed it.”

“Right.”

“Okay, ____, continue,” Jin urged, typing.

You took a breath, “We found him standing in the kitchen. I slit his throat with a KA-BAR 2211. One solid stroke.”

“Pretty sure you used a Fixation Bowie, but okay,” Yoongi muttered.

“I know what I used, thank you.”

“You sure?”

“Well, they look pretty much the same, right?” Seokjin cut in, chuckling, “Continue.”

“We found the basement and when I opened the door the second target fell down the stairs,” Yoongi spoke.

“He didn't just fall. You kicked him,” you added.

“Didn’t think that part was that important.”

“Lets not start omitting information to make ourselves look better.”

“I’m not worried about looking better. It just wasn’t important.”

“You obviously cut that part out for a reason. If we all started doing that, the data would be flawed. We all do terrible shit, don’t be shy now,” you motioned to Seokjin. “And I’m pretty sure Jin could use that for his notes, right?”

“Uh, yeah?” Seokjin replied. As he typed furiously, he looked up and made eye contact with Namjoon. The leader raised his eyebrows, a silent question. Seokjin shrugged.

Though you didn’t see it, you could sense a wordless conversation happening between Jimin, Taehyung, and Hoseok. The energy in the room was uncomfortable.

“After that, we realized the targets were preparing a victim for a sacrifice. I shot the second target with a Glock 22.”

“Okay, for the final target, Yoongi can you describe that encounter?”

“I stabbed him with an Ontario 6504 I think.”

Seokjin looked up from his screen, “You think?”

“That’s what I said.”

Though Seokjin watched the missions, he needed the reviews to be in the words of the assassin themself, “Well can you at least tell me how you killed him? Was it a slice? A stab? C’mon give me something. I need some precise data here, Yoongi.”

“I stabbed him.”

“Okay, how many times?”

“More than 30.”

The temperature in the room seemed to drop a few degrees. Jimin whistled.

“I’ll just put 31,” Seokjin mumbled.

“Was there a reason for that?” Namjoon asked, calm despite the obvious tension.

Yoongi looked down at the floor as if he would find an answer there. He pursed his lips, “Nope.”

“Alright, I think it’s time to address the elephant in the room,” Namjoon declared. Your stomach somersaulted. “Yoongi, you’ve obviously been upset for a few days now and we can’t ignore it anymore. Is everything okay with you?”

Yoongi scoffed, leaning back in his seat, “What is this? An intervention?”

“Look, you’ve been acting really pissy lately and it's starting to get old,” Jimin said plainly.

“Is it because we saw the nudes on your phone?” Hoseok asked, “She was hot! Sorry for making fun of you, we couldn’t help it!”

You stopped breathing all together.

“Nudes?” Taehyung finally spoke. His eyebrows joined together in genuine curiosity. “Yoongi got nudes?!”

“Yeah, can you believe it?” Jimin snorted.

You burst out laughing. It was a violent, almost maniacal sound that caught even you off guard. You couldn’t help it from spilling between your lips. You were beside yourself, unhinged as realization smacked you across the face. Your head fell back as you roared. You were seeing red. The fury rolled off your body in waves.

“Right!” Hoseok laughed with you, “It was hilarious! Yoongi didn’t think it was funny, but we all had a good laugh. You should have been there. Or not. Maybe that would have been weird.”

“What did she look like?” Taehyung asked.

“We couldn’t see her face,” Jimin said, “It was the classic bathroom mirror selfie, but better. It was, like, slutty meets photography final project with renaissance undertones? I’m not shaming her or anything, whoever the girl was, she was a pro. I don’t know how Yoongi pulled her.”

“He didn’t deserve it if I’m being honest,” Hoseok shook his head, “Joon, Jin, don’t you two look like that! Don’t act like you weren't into it.”

Seokjin shrugged, “I mean, yeah, she was hot.”

“How the hell did I miss that?!” Taehyung groaned.

“You aren’t alone. _____ and Jungkook weren’t here either. Maybe if you had stayed for the game you would have been in on it,” Hoseok sang.

The wheels turned in Jungkook’s head. It wasn’t until he saw your near hysterical reaction that it all came together. His mouth flew open, staring straight at you.

“What?” Taehyung asked.

Jungkook slapped a hand over his mouth, “Nothing. Nothing,” he said through his fingers.

You had the strong urge to jump across the coffee table where Yoongi sat. His face was burning as he grit his teeth. Still, he wouldn’t even dare to look in your direction, face the questions and mistrust that your face showed, because that was exactly what he would see. And he knew it.

You worked on taking deep breaths to calm yourself and stop the laughter. But then you would be reminded of the fact that most of the boys in the room had seen your naked body and the chuckling would start all over again.

You looked to find that Jungkook was still staring. Suddenly the laughter stopped, leaving only a blinding fury in its wake.

Maybe if you pretended you had to go to the bathroom, you could sneak in a few punches when you walked past before anyone could stop you-

“Well that derailed quickly,” Namjoon sighed as he checked his watch, “Damn, okay let's get started, we don’t have time.”

You didn’t even move when the hour hit and Mr. Kim appeared on Seokjin’s screen. You could hear just fine. You needed to calm down before being seen.

“Good afternoon everyone. I hope you’re all in good spirits. I have some good news for you all today,” Mr. Kim said, fingers clasped on his desk, “We have more intel on Anti. We found their headquarters.”

Your wrath quickly faded.

“You did?!” Taehyung jumped.

“It took an extreme amount of research and outside intel, but yes, we finally got it. They are still an enigma in many ways, but having a sure location is the best breakthrough we’ve had yet.”

A photo of a boarded up building took over the screen. It wasn’t much to look at, and that was surely the point.

“Look at that shithole,” Jimin whispered, “They couldn’t do better than that?”

“They’ve made a home out of an abandoned hotel located 17 miles from your residences. All of the windows are covered so the building appears unoccupied. This also makes it nearly impossible for us to know what’s inside exactly. There’s a lot of lingering questions, but thanks to the Research Team we can confirm that they have somewhere between 15 to 30 members, all of whom are already trained assassins. We think they were all rogue at some point but came together under Anti a few years ago.”

“Well I’m glad to know there’s more information,” Namjoon sighed.

“And it's just enough to send you on your next mission to abolish the organization.”

“What?!” Namjoon blurted.

“Huh?” you said from your spot off camera.

“I mean, so soon?” Namjoon said.

“We realize that we cannot wait any longer to attack. Any more time spent being defensive puts you all at greater risk. So with that being said, the Council and I have made the decision to go ahead with the mission. You all will be present, since we need all hands on deck. The goal is to eliminate everyone in the building.”

“Sir,” Hoseok said, “do you expect us to complete this mission alone? Just the 8 of us?”

“I’m with Hoseok on this. I don’t think it's smart, with all do respect, sir,” Seokjin said, “I don’t think we’re prepared. And there’s so many unknown factors, we don’t know what we’re even getting into!”

Unlike any of the other missions, there was an endless amount of questions with Anti. No faces. No known skill sets. No set number of targets. Just a location. You had several dangerous jobs in the past, but never were you tasked with killing other assassins.

You pushed your way into the frame, “Can’t we get help from another Squad? That would only be fair,” you were grasping on to anything at this point, “We’ll be extremely outnumbered otherwise, sir.”

“I understand your hesitance, I do. But this is a delicate situation that needs immediate attention. The nearest team is Squad 11 but they along with the other squads would either take too long to get to the location or already have prior obligations lined up for the coming weeks.”

“When can we expect to be sent out for the mission?” Namjoon asked.

“In three days,” Mr. Kim said. You had been given far less time to prepare than that, but that didn’t seem like nearly enough time. He sensed the Squad’s hesitance through the screen. “This assignment came after a long conversation with The Council and we all agree that you are more than capable. You’ve proven yourselves worthy of the task time and time again. It seems the only ones who don’t have faith are you all. Do you not think you’re qualified?”

There was a hush that fell over the room.

“I think we’re all qualified, Grandfather, it's just...overwhelming,” Namjoon answered.

“I hear you. Take care of yourselves these next few days. Prepare as you must but don’t strain yourselves, you need to be at your best. Also it is a known order that each individual gets a pay raise only every 50 kills...but since we acknowledge the dangers here, for a little incentive we have agreed to increase everyone’s pay by half of your current salary once this mission is completed.”

“Half?!” Jimin jumped.

“H-half our salary?” Jungkook spluttered.

Half. Getting that much from one mission was unheard of for any squad. Though there was a sinking in your stomach. There weren’t many options, if any at all.

“Shit,” Namjoon sighed to himself.

“Like always I’ll be sending coordinates and necessary information after the call. But because there is a lot of unpredictability, I think it's best to leave the mission direction to you. There are no assigned roles this time. Assignments will be determined on your own depending on how you all see fit.”

Mr. Kim said his final words of encouragement and bid you farewell. Some began discussing plans as the information came in while others tried to calm their nerves.

Yoongi got up and tapped Jungkook on the shoulder. Hesitant, the youngest looked up.

“Yeah?”

“Get up.”

When Jungkook took too long to move, Yoongi yanked his arm and shoved him towards the front door.

“I’m going, I’m going! Christ, don’t push me.” Jungkook muttered when Yoongi pulled the door behind them.

Jungkook squirmed under Yoongi’s scrutiny. He just watched him with folded arms as the seconds ticked on.

“So...what?” Jungkook asked. Yoongi’s face read “You know exactly what”. He was right. “Okay! I’m sorry? Look, I don’t even know what-”

“Did you say anything?”

“Wh-?”

Yoongi grabbed Jungkook by the collar, “Did you fucking tell anyone?!” It was a mere whisper. Though they were outside, he didn’t forget how good everyone’s hearing was inside the apartment.

“No!”

“I don’t think I believe you.”

“I swear!” he choked back a grunt when Yoongi pushed him against the wall.

“Not even Taehyung?”

“Hell no! I mean I was going to, but I didn’t! Can you blame me after what the hell I saw?! I’m still scarred, man!”

“Are you going to tell anyone?”

“Not unless you want me to?” Yoongi tightened his grip, “Okay! I won't, I promise, fuck!”

“How can I believe you, huh? Should I pull a Jimin if you break your word?”

Jungkook winced at the thought of losing any part of his manhood the way Haneul did, “You won’t even have to go that far. C’mon, Yoongi, you know me better than that! It was better me that saw than fucking Taehyung or Hoseok. The whole university would know by now!”

“Jungkook. No one can know what you walked in on.”

“Dude, I swore I wouldn’t tell anybody. Chill out-”

“Don’t fucking tell me to chill out, this could be the end of my whole career!”

“I know! That’s why I’m so confused. How could you of all people ignore the rules? And with….____? Her tits are still burned in my brain and they won’t fucking leave!”

“Well make it leave!”

“You don’t think I tried?! I’m not enjoying this like how you might think! How the hell did you two even start, anyways?!”

Yoongi loosened his grip, “I...I don’t know.”

“You couldn’t choose anyone else? She couldn’t choose anyone else? I don’t even get how that could work. You’re both just so...you.”

“I fucked up, Jungkook. I really fucked up,” Yoongi sighed. He stepped back.

“So are you two, like, together?” Yoongi flashed his eyes and Jungkook flinched, “You know what, nevermind. The tension during the mission review said enough. If you were, you aren’t anymore.”

“It wasn’t like that.”

“So you were just...fucking?” he winced when he said the last word.

“You sure are asking a lot of questions.”

“Wow it's almost like I walked in on my friends about to smash or something, weird.”

“Just don’t say anything.”

___________________

Inside, you had gotten up to get a drink from the kitchen. Your rage had eased a bit, now replaced with nerves. You glanced towards the door where Yoongi and Jungkook had disappeared. You wanted to go outside and hear the conversation. It was your story too. But you knew it would be even more suspicious if you joined them. Could he handle it alone? It crossed your mind as a painful realization.

Years of trust you had placed in Yoongi had begun to disintegrate in only a matter of hours.

“Hey.”

Namjoon took a spot beside you, leaning against the counter.

“S’up?” you took a sip.

“Do you have a minute?” he nodded towards the hallway.

“Yeah, sure thing.”

You followed him into his bedroom and he closed the door.

You sat down on his bed and fidgeted with your fingers.

There was a level of formality and secrecy that made you uneasy.

“Uh, so what did you want to talk about?” you asked.

“You, really,” he rubbed the back of his neck, “Are you okay? I didn’t want to ask in front of the others because I got the feeling that you wouldn’t really appreciate that.”

“I’m great. Perfect. Why do you ask?”

“_____.” he deadpanned.

“What?”

“You’re lying.”

You spluttered for a reply but fell short. He made up for the silence.

“It’s just...you’ve been really distant lately. We didn’t really see you at all last week, and I get it, maybe you just need a break. But you’re angry. Specifically at Yoongi.”

Namjoon wasn’t one to hold back for anyone. He would call out bullshit from miles away, and he had you in his sights. Damn him.

“I mean...yeah. Yeah, I’m angry at him.”

“Was it something that happened at the last mission? I know we tried to talk about it but it didn’t really go as planned. I can imagine that what you both saw had an impact on you. Especially with Yoongi...losing focus like he did with the last target.”

“Kind of,” you couldn’t even look at him, focusing on the carpet instead, “We just got into a fight. We’re not really on the best terms right now. That’s it. So you don’t need to worry about it. It won’t mess up the mission or anything.”

“I’m not worried about the mission right now, I’m worried about you,” Namjoon corrected, “I just wanna make sure you’re okay first. And if there’s anything I can do to help that, just let me know. I’m being serious.”

You looked up to where he stood in front of you. The sincerity was obvious, almost palpable.

“Thanks for asking, Joon.”

He gave a small smile, “It's my job...as a friend.”

There was a knock on the door.

“Come in!” Namjoon called.

Seokjin peeked inside, “Oh, ____’s in here, perfect. Sorry to interrupt, but I got some good news.”

“Whats up?” Namjoon asked.

“The Academy was able to access the files from the drones and analysis will begin soon.”

Namjoon relaxed, “Great. At least we got some good news today.”

You blinked at the oldest man, “What does that mean?”

“You know how we thought we lost all the footage from the last mission, right? Well I forgot that The Academy has a real time feed from the drones whenever I use them.”

“I’m...I’m not understanding,” you said. Though in reality you did. You just didn’t want to.

“Well it just so happens that The Academy also records the live feed that the drone takes too just in case my files get wiped. It’s always just a backup and they never actually check it because the notes I send is always enough. But since the whole thing with the police happened, they’re for sure checking it now so they don’t have to rely on just my notes and witness accounts. It's a headache really, but now it’s in The Academy’s hands.”

Bile suddenly rose in your throat. It took everything not to release it onto Namjoon’s fresh comforter. You buried your nails in your palm to stabilize yourself. You had lost track of how many times regret had taken hold of you and forced you to look at yourself. How many times dread pulled you at every corner and faced you with the inevitable. How many times fear hung you off the edge of reality and threatened to leave you there.

The two men’s voices began to fade into the void of your own thoughts.

You were stranded there.

“_______!” you registered the voice as Namjoon’s. You realized that he had been calling you when you saw the concern on their faces. You didn’t know when you decided to stand, but you slowly made your way to the door with shaky legs.

“You look sick, maybe you should-”

“I…I gotta go,” you replied, closing his bedroom door and slamming it behind you.

______________________

Nothing worked.

No matter how many times you tried to sleep it off, the weight of dread carried into your dreams. School didn’t help, as every assignment just seemed so pointless. Even a pre-mission sparring session with Hoseok and Taehyung didn’t quell the torture of what you knew to be the inevitable. The two marked it off as nerves--assured you the mission would go fine, Anti would be defeated with no problem.

If only they knew.

So when D-Day rolled around, there was a numbness there.

Everyone met at the boys’ apartment. The sun had set, and there was an unusual hush as everyone prepared; just quick questions as weapons were compared and packed away, then back to a rigid concentration. The squad was dressed in all black, even down to the boots and gloves.

Namjoon rolled his shoulders back, “Let’s roll out.”

The group sat the cases on the asphalt when everyone reached the parking lot. You carried two at a time to the trunk, the weight of the guns normal now. Your squad offered help, but you waved them inside the vehicle and assured you had it on your own. When you bent down to grab the last case, Yoongi’s fingers went to take it from you. You jerked your hand back and went to put it along with the rest. You heard his footsteps follow you.

The others had already taken their seats inside the van by then, and you wished he had joined them instead of lingering to “help”.

Before you could lift the final case inside the trunk he took it from you and placed it inside himself. Another wave of rage built up inside you, and you nearly slammed his fingers as you closed the trunk behind you. He grabbed your arm and you wrenched yourself free.

“Hold up-” he whispered.

“I don’t wanna fucking do this right now, okay?”

“I just want to let you know I talked to Jungkook, that's all.”

“Oh, did you show him my nudes too?” you seethed.

His face softened, “Look, it's not what you think! They stole my phone and saw it!”

“How the hell could they see it if you deleted it?!”

“I mean, I did delete it, but,” he sighed, pushing the words out, “I saved it to my Cloud before I did.”

Your jaw clenched, “So you didn’t really delete it? You saved them to your personal spank bank even though I told you to delete it? Just so that wouldn’t happen?”

“They were just so good I….I’m sorry,” he breathed.

“I took those for you,” the pain in your voice was clear, even more so on your face as you searched his eyes, “not them. They were for you for that one moment.”

“I know. I’m so sorry, ____, it was an accid-”

“None of it’s gonna matter anyways. Jin told me The Academy has access to the drone footage now. Save your excuses for them.”

“What? Wait!”

You brushed past him and took your spot inside the van. Even when Yoongi eventually followed behind and took his own seat, you continued to stare out the window.

The drive, like in the apartment, was tense. The silence was smothering, doing nothing to calm the unease that everyone felt. You were in your own head, hoping your years of combat served you that night.

An alarm on Seokjin’s screen beeped, warning him that you all were nearing the limits of a surveillance device at the Anti headquarters. With a few quick clicks, Seokjin made his devices go off the grid, untraceable once you all were within reach.

“We’re about a quarter mile away,” he announced.

Namjoon turned to see the stern faces of Squad 16 from the passenger seat, “Okay. There’s a lot of moving parts at play in this mission, we just have to be smart about how to use them. You all saw The Academy’s memo about the helicopter, yeah?”

Everyone nodded.

“They really pulled out all the stops, huh?” Jimin sighed, leg bouncing anxiously. He was rarely nervous.

“We don’t have to use it, but since this is such a high risk mission they recommend it as a get-away opposed to the van. They said this building has an accessible roof, so we just have to get to it. Seokjin, you’re in charge of dispatching it when the time comes.”

“Roger that,” the driver said.

“Now, I know there’s a lot of uncertainty here. This mission will take a lot of stealth more than anything. Because that's your specialty, I think you should take the lead on mission direction.”

The group turned to the person Namjoon had addressed.

Hoseok stared back with wide eyes, “Me?!”

“We’re here to support of course, but you’re the best to evaluate what needs to be done.”

“I mean...okay, if you say so,” Hoseok muttered.

“We all believe and trust your judgement. You’ve got this, you always have.”

Hoseok nodded.

The terrain suddenly changed. The flat road turned to rocky gravel as the mass of brick and wood came into view. Seokjin pulled into the shadows. From where you were, you could see the entire building and all of its boarded up windows.

“You took care of the cameras?” Namjoon asked Seokjin.

“Of course,” he replied, quickly typing in codes as the screen flashed through several windows. “Their security is tight, but I managed to break through. I have their surveillance room looking at a pre-recorded tape of all areas now, so they can’t see us. I don’t know how long I’ll be able to keep it up before they notice, so we have to move fast.”

There was a sudden flash of light. You all sunk down as another SUV drove up to the building. It parked about 100 meters away from the van near a side door. Four figures stepped out of the car.

“Do you think they’re a part of Anti?” Taehyung asked.

“I guess, who else would be out here except us and them?” Jimin replied, “We should take them out too right--?”

“Got it,” Jungkook interrupted. He rolled down his window the slightest bit. He took the sniper rifle that had been resting on his lap, and pointed it towards them. After finding them in the scope, he pulled the trigger without reservation. Four bullets flew silently, drilling through the skulls as the unsuspecting victims sank to the ground. He could see a man in the driver’s seat looking around frantically as he reached for a gun. Jungkook pulled the trigger and nabbed him right between the eyes, “Bingo.”

“Go!” Namjoon urged. Everyone exited the van, grabbed their weapons, and made a dash towards the other car in the dark of night.

Splayed out on the concrete, you noticed that the four limp bodies were dressed the same: black and red bodysuits with a matching mask that covered everything except their eyes. The bullet hole in them was so small, it was barely noticeable. Yoongi snatched the masks from their heads, uncovering their faces. They were unfamiliar. Three men and one woman.

Jimin flipped one of the bodies over with his foot. Printed on the back of the bodysuit was a number. He flipped over the rest and found the same, but different digits.

“That must be some sort of identifier,” Namjoon said, “Since they cover their faces, it must be the only way to tell each other apart on the inside.”

“I think I’ve got a plan,” Hoseok said, bending down to assess the corpses, “We need to disguise as them. We’ll have to take their clothes and go inside.”

Jimin gave an incredulous look, “You think that’ll work?”

“Well we can’t just bust up in there and start shooting now can we? We have to start somewhere.”

“He’s got a point,” you said, “We have no idea what we’re up against in there. The least we can do is look the part to make it easier.”

A breeze blew over the group, as did a silence as you realized there were only 4 disguises.

“So who’s going inside?” Yoongi asked.

Hoseok rubbed his neck, “Keeping consistent body type and skill set in mind...I think me, Namjoon, Jungkook, and ________ should go. We have a wide enough range of skills to cover the bases.”

You couldn’t help but tense up.

Hoseok looked over at Namjoon for approval. He seemed to be deep in thought, mulling over the suggestion.

“Okay. Taehyung, Jimin, Yoongi, you’ll be on perimeter security duty. Don’t let anyone out of the building or in. Kill on sight if they try. Jin will have surveillance covered.”

There was a thick, pensive silence as everyone listened, but there was no objection. Namjoon put his hand in the middle of the circle. The rest of the squad followed, slower than usual.

“Make it clean, make it quick.” you all echoed as you did every mission.

With a habitual quickness, you all broke apart. Seokjin dropped the dead driver next to the other bodies on the floor and took off the man’s clothes. Taehyung, Jimin, and Yoongi dragged the stripped Anti assassins to a patch of high grass. You, Namjoon, Hoseok, Jungkook, and Seokjin discarded your own clothes as you replaced them with the bodysuit. The cool night air was harsh on your exposed skin. None of the boys even dared to even look in your direction, as the five of you were down to your underwear. You rushed to cover yourself, and a voice in the back of your head gave a sharp reminder that a sports bra and panties was modest compared to what had already been seen.

The bodysuit was fitting, perfect even. The spandex against your skin felt criminal. Putting the mask over your head felt like a seal of fate. The bright red number 8 on your back was the nail in the coffin.

“Hey,” Jimin called when you were all done dressing, “Don’t be stupid. If it gets messy, leave.”

“Seriously. Don’t risk your lives for a pay raise,” Seokjin echoed, “Especially you Jungkook, don’t get cocky.”

“I’m not stupid,” he snapped.

“Just be safe,” Taehyung said, adjusting the strap of his sniper rifle, “If we all leave this mission alive, I think that's an accomplishment itself.”

“Can we just agree that if we feel like it's getting too risky, we just abort the mission?” you proposed.

That was a last case scenario that had never even been thought of before. There was never a time when you hadn’t succeeded.

Namjoon sighed, “Okay. Fine. We’ll be in touch. Let’s go.”

You turned to walk with the three others when you caught Yoongi’s eyes. There was a lot in them, a warning, a suggestion, a plea of some sorts- though he didn’t say a thing and turned to go with his group.

The four of you moved to attach your weapons on your belts as you walked towards the side door.

“Thanks for going along with my plan by the way...not that ____ had much of a choice being, you know, the only girl and all,” Hoseok said, shooting you a sorry expression.

You rolled your eyes, “You’re lucky I’m here to save your asses like always.”

“You’re not wrong.”

“It was a good plan, Hoseok. We trust you,” Namjoon assured.

Oddly enough the door was unlocked when you approached it. Guard up and shoulders back, you took a step inside. You were all greeted with a small room, black painted walls and bright crimson carpet. On the wall across from you was another door, the only other exit.

“The cameras in this room can’t see us right?” Namjoon asked the earpiece.

“They can’t. The feed is still pre-recorded but like I said it won’t last long, and then I’ll be forced to put it back to normal or risk threatening the mission. I’d say you all might have a good 20 minutes before then. Their cyber security might even be as good as The Academy’s, I’m actually struggling over here to keep up.”

“Okay, we need to clear this building as fast as possible. We can’t stay too long,” Namjoon stated.

“We should split up then,” Hoseok suggested, “We’d cover more ground.

“True. If we all stayed in the same place that would give them more time to catch on,” you said.

“I agree,” Jungkook nodded.

“Okay. There’s three floors to this building. I can take the first, ______ and Jungkook can take the second, and Hoseok can take the third,” the leader directed.

You went to open the other door, but found it to be locked.

“Let me try,” Jungkook pushed past you to wretch it open, but it was stuck, “What the hell?”

“Wait,” Namjoon noticed a monitor on the side of the door. It read ‘Fingerprint Access Only’.

“Fingerprint? How are we gonna get through?!”

No one was stupid enough to try their own print on the screen.

“Jin, we ran into a problem. The door can only be opened with fingerprint access, can you disable it?” you asked.

There was a pause on the other side.

“Fingerprints?”

“Yeah, that's what the screen says.”

“That isn’t even coming up in my system...I don’t see it anywhere,” he replied, panic in his tone. You could hear the clicking of keys in your ear, “What the hell?”

“You don’t see it?” Jungkook asked.

“No! I mean I can keep looking but who knows how long it’ll take? We’re already on a time crunch.”

“Shit,” Hoseok said, leaning against the wall and rubbing the mask on his face. You couldn’t see anything but his eyes but they mirrored your own dread.

“Can’t we just try and force it open?” Jungkook asked, “The four of us can make it work.”

“I guarantee it’s connected to the security system and will probably set off an alarm. That’s the last thing we need,” Namjoon sighed.

“The whole purpose of these outfits is to be inconspicuous. Breaking down the door without knowing what's on the other side completely defeats that,” you groaned.

“But time is running--!” Jungkook began. There was a beep as the door was suddenly pushed open. A tall figure stepped into the room. They wore the same bodysuit as the four of you, showing nothing but toned muscles through the tight fabric and hard eyes through the slit of the mask.

Your squad froze, not uttering a word or breathing as they walked by. The figure gave a quick nod and continued to walk right through the side door.

Hoseok caught the door with his foot.

“We got the door open. By the way, someone just went outside through the side door,” you warned.

A light thud could be heard outside, a body hitting the floor.

“Got it,” Taehyung said.

The four of you slowly slid through the door, only to see that it led to a long hallway. The walls were equally black and the floors carpeted red. There was a sting of lights that hung from the ceiling as well as what looked like a 360 degree camera. It was empty and silent. Even listening hard, you didn’t hear a hum of voices.

“Okay. Keep in touch. Be smart,” Namjoon said in a low voice.

You, Jungkook, and Hoseok went the opposite direction of your leader to find the nearest staircase.

Namjoon went down the narrow hall. The blackness was choking, as it felt like the walls were closing in on him, trapping him. The many rooms that lined the halls made sense, given that it used to be a hotel. He peeked into every one he passed, but came up empty. He had nearly made it to the end until he found two rooms, one directly across from the other. Namjoon looked into one, finding a room of a few sleeping figures and lines of desks. Their heads rested on them as light snoring could be heard. He looked into the other room to find the same scene. This looked like break rooms of sorts, telling from the refrigerators and sofas in the corner. The windows in both rooms were covered by wooden planks, securely from the looks of it.

Namjoon noticed a side door at the furthest point of the hallway and decided to investigate. It lead to what looked to be a garage. It was also empty, and his footsteps echoed across the floor. In a box on a counter, he noticed a rope. On the floor beside it, a canister of gasoline. He scrambled through a few boxes to find the last ingredient, and he relaxed when he found it: a pack of matches.

Something clicked for him at that moment.

“Hey,” he told the earpiece, “I know an even faster way to clear the building.”

“Please share,” Hoseok replied.

“I’m going to start a fire on the first floor,” he waited for questions or objections, but there were none, “then I’ll make my way up. That way anyone on the floors above will be trapped and have to face us as the fire moves up. Either that, or try to leave the building but have to face the four of you outside.”

“So how are we going to get out?” you asked.

“We’ll just have to make it onto the roof and call the helicopter. Seokjin, be ready to dispatch them when the time comes.”

“Roger that,” Seokjin answered.

“Tae, Jimin, Yoongi, Seokjin, be on guard for anyone that tries to escape.”

There was an echo of agreement.

Namjoon grabbed everything and went back into the hallway

He slid into the first room, a ghost of his former self. At this point in his career, tiptoeing was childish. He had mastered the art of silent steps, shrinking the magnitude of his presence and aura to be undiscovered by the average person. He moved around the first room, still cautious of the few sleeping bodies as he poured the liquid around the desks. Just as quickly, he left the room and went across the hall.

He did the same to the second break room, spreading the smelly substance around the room as he weaved between the figures. The carpet was stained, soaking with what was soon to be their demise. Namjoon heard a shift behind him, as one of the bodies began to stir. They pushed themself up, eyes showing confusion through the mask. Any normal person wouldn’t have awoken, but their senses were heightened too. They appraised Namjoon and the canister.

“Number 5...what the hell are you doing?” the masked man asked.

Namjoon ignored the question, walking calmly to stand in the doorway instead. By this time, the others in the room had begun to rise, and stretched as they tried to make sense of what stood before them. When Namjoon reached into his pocket and grabbed the match, there was a collective pause. Though that second was all it took for him to light it and flick it into the room, engulfing everything in flames. He slammed the door behind him, taking the rope and tying it around the doorknob on the outside.

He quickly walked back to the first room, where the sounds of screams across the hall had caused them to wake.

“Why does it smell like gasoline?” one of the masked figures asked.

“What the fuck is going...on?” a woman’s voice began, stopping when she saw Namjoon’s silhouette.

“Number 5, woah, let’s-let’s think about this,” said another.

When Namjoon lit the match, everyone rose to their feet.

“Five don’t you dare!”

Namjoon dropped the match at his feet. The fire followed the dainty pattern of gasoline he had drawn across the room, trapping the figures inside. They went to run to the door, but Namjoon shut it. In one motion, he tied the other end of the rope to the doorknob, linking the two rooms together. Both handles jiggled violently, but as one pulled on one handle, it further shut the opposite door. It was a battle for freedom that neither could win. They were trapped.

Namjoon stood for a while to make sure the handles would hold, but reminded himself of the time crunch. He picked the canister back up and continued down the hall towards the staircase, leaving a trail of gasoline behind him. The screams carried as well.

“The first floor is taken care of,” Namjoon announced, “I’m coming up soon.”

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The second floor was almost identical to the first-- a maze of crushing halls that went on forever in both directions.

Neither you nor Jungkook had spoken a word to each other since you split from the other two. There was a silent consensus that it was under the guise of focus on the mission.

“I made it to the third floor,” whispered Hoseok through your earpieces.

“Anything to report?” you replied.

“Not yet. I’ll keep you all updated.”

“Now why the hell couldn’t I get my own floor?” Jungkook mumbled to himself.

It was probably a rhetorical question, but you found yourself replying in a hushed voice, “Probably because you’re unpredictable and need to be babysat. Lucky me.”

You both continued, passing several unoccupied rooms in your search.

Jungkook fiddled with his sleeve, a sign he had something on his mind.

“Hey, about the other day...” he began.

You pointed to your earpiece and shook your head.

Not right now.

He stopped and nodded.

“Hey,” came Namjoon’s voice, “I know an even faster way to clear the building.”

“Please share,” said Hoseok.

“I’m going to start a fire on the first floor, then I’ll make my way up. That way anyone on the floors above will be trapped and have to face us as the fire moves up. Either that, or try to leave the building but have to face the four of you outside.”

“So how are we going to get out?” you asked.

“We’ll just have to make it onto the roof and call the helicopter. Seokjin, be ready to dispatch them when the time comes.”

The plan was risky- one that required perfect timing or else you’d be in more trouble than what you began with. But Namjoon was rarely wrong. No one had a reason to doubt him yet. It just meant you had to be quick.

Around the corner were two gendered bathroom doors.

“Wanna check?” Jungkook asked.

You nodded, “Be back in 2.”

Inside, one wall was completely covered by sinks and mirrors, the opposite lined with stalls. You heard the toilet flush, and out stepped a slim figure, much taller than you.

She looked at you through the mask, an acknowledgment. Her gloves were placed to the side, revealing hands riddled with scars as she ran them under the water. There was a big 13 printed on her back. You eyed the gun at her waist.

You stepped behind her, as if to brush past to get to the stall. But instead you grabbed the back of her head and slammed it against the mirror. The glass shattered, tinkling to the floor. Blood dripped down through the eye slit of the woman’s mask. Though dazed, she quickly reached for the weapon on her belt. She went to aim but you quickly knocked it from her hands, and it joined the glass pieces on the ground. You kneed her in the gut, and she doubled over for a second, but not before swiping your feet. You lost your balance, and in that second, she was able to knock you to the ground. With sheer strength alone, she held you down and climbed on top. She was far bigger, far stronger than you, and it didn’t take long to figure out.

She blinked furiously, blinded by the blood that trickled into her eyes. She felt for your throat, trying to wrap around it, but you landed a solid punch to her jaw. She scratched and felt around, and you grabbed a long glass shard beside your head. You swung up and planted it deep in her neck. A few choked gurgles left her lips, and then she sunk to the bathroom floor beside you. There was no time to catch your breath. You drug her into the farthest stall and closed the door, walking past the glass and into the hall.

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Next door, Jungkook was at a bit of a loss of what to do. In the men’s bathroom, there was only one person in the stall. He contemplated kicking down the door, but killing someone while they’re taking a shit just seemed extra fucked up, even by his standards.

Jungkook sighed and fixed the suppressor on his automatic rifle. Suddenly the door opened, and two more masked men stepped inside.

“‘Sup Number 22?!” asked one man with the number 17 on his back.

Jungkook recognized 22 as his own number.

“Damn that’s a nice piece you got there. Need some help with that?” the other said in a tone that made Jungkook’s blood boil the slightest bit.

“You know he does. 22 can’t shoot for shit. Just stick with the tech, okay? Leave the artillery for the pros,” Number 17 winked.

Jungkook just watched as the two laughing men went into the stalls next to each other. There was a lingering feeling of annoyance, one that was soon joined by anger. It was a feeling he knew too well.

These weirdos don’t even use names here? Jungkook thought.

He scoffed and positioned himself on the side of the line of stalls, past thoughts thrown out the window. He bent down, seeing three pairs of feet lined up. From the sound of their voices, he was able to gauge exactly where their heads were.

He pressed the end of the rifle to the plastic partition and fired a single shot. The one bullet shot through the stalls and hit the three heads. One second later, he heard the bodies hit the floor. He didn’t even need to check to make sure they were dead. Of course they were, he was Jeon Jungkook. Suddenly, he didn’t feel so bad anymore.

Turning on his heels, he stepped outside. You joined him at the same time.

Suddenly Namjoon’s voice rang through your ears, “The first floor is taken care of. I’m coming up soon.”

“Okay, we’ll wait for you by the stairs. We just cleared an area of the second floor. We might find more people if we keep looking. It's really quiet around here. It’s almost too easy.” you replied.

“Shit. Okay don’t panic,” Seokjin warned, “but I had to put the cameras back on the normal feed. So just be careful.”

You felt yourself tense up, as did Jungkook by your side. You casually turned to see the 360 degree camera hanging from the ceiling. It blinked red, and you gulped.

“C’mon, let’s go to the stairs,” you muttered.

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Unlike the others, the third floor felt alive. Hoseok hadn’t run into anyone yet, but as soon as he made it up the stairs he heard the voices. He walked slowly, weighing his options as the red carpet scraped against the bottom of his shoes.

“Hey, I think most people are on the third floor,” he whispered as he walked. The camera blinked above his head, and he had to remind himself that the mask maintained his anonymity, “I might need some help soon.”

There was a sudden beeping from a speaker on the walls, and he froze in his spot. A staticky voice pierced through the hall, “Attention. Calling Numbers 5, 10, 13, and 17 to the third floor board room immediately.”

Third floor. Hoseok thought back to his path. Had he already passed the board room? What was his number again-?

“10!” called a sudden voice, “Number 10!”

Hoseok turned around. A stocky masked-man jogged towards him. Hoseok looked around the empty hall, placing his hand on his weapons belt.

“Hey! Where the hell have you been? You know what, nevermind, let’s just go. We’re already running behind schedule waiting on you and the other three.”

The man had a bold number 24 on his back. He placed a hand on Hoseok’s shoulder as he quickly guided him towards a set of double doors. He pushed them open to reveal a large table surrounded by Anti assassins. Everyone turned to the two of them, eyes showing everything from relief to exasperation.

Everyone stood when the two of them entered the room. It was uncomfortably quiet. Hoseok went to stand at an empty seat. It wasn’t until Number 24 went to sit at the head of the long table that everyone sat. With shaky legs and a thumping heart, Hoseok followed.

“Well since Number 10 is here, we can get started,” Number 24 said.

“What about the rest?” someone with a shrill voice asked to Hoseok’s left, “Shouldn’t Number 13 be here? She’s not answering her radio.”

Someone else snorted, “Fuck 13. Last time I checked she was taking a dump. She can catch up on notes later.”

“Alright,” Number 24 called. Everyone’s attention snapped to him and grew quiet, “We’re running behind so let’s just begin.”

He grabbed a remote and switched it to the projector, which shined with an image of a checklist. Hoseok quickly read through the unfamiliar phrases. The information gave him no leads.

“Number 11,” called 24 from the head of the table, “What’s the update on your mission?”

Hoseok followed his gaze to see a petite girl sitting at the farthest corner of the table, arms folded. He still couldn’t shake how weird the numbers were. No one was more than a digit there. It made him uneasy, and a chill threatened to rake up his body.

The girl, Number 11, scoffed, “Update? What do you want to know?”

“Did you do it yet?” another man chimed in.

“Not yet,” she shrugged.

“Of course not, she’s been working on this for months,” said another, “You have one job, why’s it taking so long?”

Number 24 strummed his fingers on the table, “I’m starting to think you’re incompetent, 11...or scared. I’m not sure which is worse, honestly.”

“Listen,” she laughed without humor, “don’t rush good work, okay? It’ll get done.”

Number 24 sighed, ready to continue when the room was suddenly washed with a neon orange light. An alarm came after, blaring out of the speakers.

The group looked around, confused.

“Isn’t that the fire alarm?” one of the men asked.

“F-?” the man next to Hoseok began. Though Hoseok had already pulled the pistol from his waist and planted a bullet into his skull. He turned and shot the man on his other side. Both crashed to the ground. Without a moment to pause, Hoseok ducked under the table. He didn’t have to look to know it was coming, it was expected. He felt a bullet whiz past his head. The room erupted into chaos, swirling with questions and bullets.

He quickly grabbed the underside of the table and pushed it to its side like a wall, separating himself from the rest of the room.

“I need backup!” Hoseok called to the earpiece, “I’m in the 3rd floor boardroom!”

“We’re on our way up now! Just hold out!” you replied.

Two bullets shot through the table, and Hoseok ducked and fired a few of his own over the table. He heard a grunt and heavy thud. It was an all out war zone, as gunfire filled the space. Hoseok was close to the door. He contemplated an escape when the wood of the table suddenly split in half.

One of the masked figures had kicked through the table, and before he could react Hoseok was thrown against a wall. The man lurched his foot in Hoseok’s gut, and he doubled over as the breath was knocked from him. Hoseok grabbed the knife in his belt and dug it deep into the Anti assassin’s thigh. Though, there wasn’t a reaction. Not even a cry of pain. Hoseok searched the man’s eyes, and even as his leg bled, there was a look of amusement there. He pulled back his fist and punched Hoseok square in the cheekbone. For the briefest moment, Hoseok saw stars.

He regained himself, wrestling with the man when he saw a glint in his periphery. He ducked, and a second later the man’s hold on him stilled. He coughed a few times, and fell to the floor. Hoseok saw a blade, lodged in his back, meant for him instead.

He immediately grabbed the door handle and launched himself into the hallway.

He heard the footsteps trailing after him, and he turned and fired back as the hallway was sprayed with bullets. As he ran, a sharp pain pierced through his shoulder. He stumbled, pushing himself to run faster as he turned down another hall.

Hoseok touched his burning shoulder, finding his hand bloody when he pulled it back.

“Shit,” he breathed, inspecting the bullet wound.

The footfalls continued, nearing closer. In the short hallway was one of the few windows he had seen in the entire building. It was boarded up lazily with wooden planks, and Hoseok rushed to kick into them, ignoring the pain in his arm as his body jolted. When he managed a hole big enough for his body he peeked through to see what awaited him below, and paused. Directly under the window was a lake, about a 50 foot drop. His heart plummeted. Just looking at the still black water below made him nauseous. There had to be another way, he thought. He searched for another room, another hallway, anything but the dark water awaiting him. But as the footsteps neared he knew he had no choice.

His heart stuttered.

Hoseok sat himself on the window sill, ears ringing as the footsteps drew nearer. The next moment he jumped, sinking into the abyss.

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Outside, the boys secured the perimeter of the square building as they were told.

Jimin and Yoongi shared one side. They crouched in the brush, staring up at the blocked windows.

Jimin fidgeted with the sniper rifle in his lap. He was so used to being in on the action, hearing everything play through his earpiece only made him yearn for it more.

Yoongi sat by his side, silent as usual, staring up at the seemingly abandoned building. He could see a slight glow from within, a sign that Namjoon’s fire had made its way up to the 2nd floor.

“Say something, you’re making me nervous,” Jimin blurted out of nowhere. Yoongi turned to him, an obvious question in his expression, “It's like I’m out here by myself.”

“Well you’re not.”

Jimin sighed. The glow of the fire made his anxiety skyrocket. Namjoon usually had good ideas, but this one was so wild, so unpredictable, he had to think twice, “You think they’re okay in there? No one has checked in in a while. I still think we should have gone inside.”

“Nothing we can do about it now, right?” Yoongi shrugged, “We couldn’t have gone in even if we wanted to.”

“Well yeah, but come on. This is Anti we’re talking about, how can you be so lax?” Jimin asked, appraising his squad mate in the darkness, “Are you okay? I’ll apologize for what happened with pictures again if this is what it’s about. I messed up-”

“Let’s focus on the mission, yeah?”

Jimin deflated, “Yeah. Okay.”

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On another side of the building, Taehyung had set up his post. He laid flat on his stomach, peering through his scope at the glowing windows. He had the entire front side to himself as the best shooter in the outside group. The square building would have been divided evenly among the four men if the back side was an option, but they realized that it was guarded by a lake. No matter how good they were, no angle would allow them clearance of that side.

Through his earpiece, he could hear scattered conversations. The silence of outside was haunting, especially as he knew the hell that wreaked within. The orange glow grew brighter, and he heard the screams ringing from the second floor.

“Have you had any escape on your side yet, Jin?” Jimin asked.

“Nope,” he responded. He was still parked by the side door in the Anti van, “and I hope it stays that way, too.”

“What about you, Tae?” Jimin asked.

As soon as the question was asked, there was a loud crash. Above him, was a wooden plank hanging from the second floor window. It was kicked out by three figures. Their silhouettes were all Taehyung could see. Behind them, the fire raged as they prepared to jump to the ground below. Though they didn’t get the chance. In a split second, Taehyung zeroed in and fired three shots. The Anti figures went limp and tumbled out the window, falling into the overgrown hedges below.

“I just got three from a second floor window!” he called.

“Shit, they’re actually getting out?!” Seokjin asked.

“Just keep your guards up!” Jimin said.

With the window being open, all of the maylay was released into the stillness of outside. The fire shined brighter, consuming the building from the inside.

Taehyung watched, mesmerized, “Hey, this fire is getting intense.”

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From the front seat of the Anti van, Seokjin continued to watch the cameras. The glock in his lap was heavy, and he ignored it as he watched the screen. Taehyung’s update made his anxiety soar. The building was boarded up for a reason, how were they escaping? Then again, they were on surveillance duty for a reason as well, in the scenario that there was a hole in the plan.

How he wished there wasn’t one.

“Shit, they’re actually getting out?!” he asked stupidly.

He cursed to himself, rubbing the mask in exasperation. His screen had a view from the security cameras inside. The first floor’s feed went down several minutes before, and the second floor’s were covered with puffs of thick gray smoke. The cameras were his connection to the mission, and without them, there was a sense of blindness he felt. A sense of helplessness.

In his periphery, there was a flash of light. From his side of the building, he saw the boards fall as two shadows followed. They jumped, landing squarely on the grass as they made a run for the van on the treeline.

They wretched the door open, throwing themselves in the back seat and shutting it behind them. Their masks were scorched, exposing red faces and burns to Seokjin through the rearview mirror.

“Drive! Go, go, go!” one man with long stringy hair called.

“Fucking go! We need to go to the secondary base, now!” the other with singed eyebrows yelled.

“Secondary base?” Seokjin repeated to himself.

“Are you fucking deaf?! GO!” one of the men lurched forward and grabbed Seokjin’s shoulder with hot fingers.

Seokjin’s reflexes took over. He took the gun in his lap, turned around, and fired two bullets. The man let go of Seokjin as he was knocked backwards, bullet in his head. The other slumped down against the seat. His eyes darted frantically as he touched the hole in his chest. He looked up at Seokjin, confusion there, before he and his eyes went still.

Seokjin’s head rang. The metal in his hand was hot to the touch. He dropped it into the passenger seat, staring at the bodies in the back.

“Fuck…” he said, “Fuck!”

“We heard gunshots. Are you okay?!” Yoongi asked.

“Yeah…” he relaxed against the headrest, “Two escaped and got in the van. But I handled it. It’s over.”

There was a silence on the other end.

“Handled it meaning you…?” Jimin asked.

“Yeah.”

“Damn.”

“I need backup!” came Hoseok’s sudden voice, “I’m in the 3rd floor boardroom!”

“We’re on our way up now! Just hold out!” you replied soon after.

It snapped Seokjin back to the present. He turned to look back at the building and froze. In those mere seconds the fire had grown tenfold. It seemed to climb up slowly. From his view he could see it begin to make its way to the third floor.

“I think I’ll have to call the helicopter sooner than expected.”

______________________

The orange lights of the fire alarm were blinding. The heat beneath your feet put you on edge. Suddenly, everything felt extremely hellish.

The fire was coming, steadily rising since Namjoon had started it around 10 minutes before.

It had been noticeable to you and Jungkook almost as soon as it had begun, but slowly it became more intense. Though the 2nd floor hallways were bad, you realized the stairwell was even worse when you went inside. It was stifling, choking, as if all the heat were trapped in the small space. Namjoon made his way up, and you noticed the beads of sweat on him through the eyeholes. It felt as if the three of you were baking.

You all kept a calm demeanor, aware of the blinking camera recording your every move from the ceiling.

“I think it’s climbing fast,” Namjoon said loud enough to hear over the alarm.

Lightly, there were the sounds of footfalls and voices outside the door, approximately seven. From the clumsy steps, they seemed frenzied and confused.

The door to the stairwell suddenly opened and an Anti assassin stepped inside.

“There’s a fire on the first floor! It already took over some of the second!” he panted.

Namjoon looked up at the security cameras, then back at you. A weighted question.

Jungkook stepped towards the man, blade in his hand before lurching it into him.

He sank to the ground, unmoving.

The camera still blinked red.

“Oh, come on!” you screamed, nearly snatching the mask off.

“What?! Isn’t this literally what we came here for?”

“The camera, dumbass,” you said through clenched teeth.

Jungkook spared a glance up and froze, remembering.

“Shit.”

There went your anonymity.

“We need to get moving,” Namjoon interrupted.

“Well shouldn’t we take out the rest on this floor first?” Jungkook asked.

“No we’re running out of time, we need to keep going! They only have two escape options. One being to follow us up to the third floor where we can take them out later, or try to escape out a window and get handled by the snipers. It’s not worth the trouble.”

“I need backup!” called Hoseok through the earpiece, “I’m in the 3rd floor boardroom!”

“We’re on our way up now! Just hold out!” you replied.

The three of you ran up the stairs to the final floor. The echo of the alarm made it hard to hear your own thoughts, and you fought the urge to cover your ears.

Opening the door, the 3rd floor hallway was surprisingly crowded. You did a quick count, 10 in total. They stood around, weapons drawn, frantic conversation spinning.

Over the alarm came a muffled voice- an announcement, “SECURITY BREACH! SECURITY BREACH! INFILTRATORS POSING AS NUMBERS 5, 8, 10, AND 22!”

There was a split second of apprehension and cohesive confusion. You used it to your advantage. Grabbing the blade in your belt, you launched it into the esophagus of the figure next to you.

The second after, hell broke loose.

The man tried to swipe at you, fighting for breath with bulging eyes. You pulled him in front of you, an effective shield as a flurry of knives came flying your way. As you held him up, you threw your own blade. A woman charged at you, and the knife landed squarely in her head before she fell to the carpet.

Beside you, Namjoon ducked as an identical figure swung at him. The punch missed. Namjoon sprung up, using his knife to swipe his attacker’s stomach. There was a squelch as the man’s innards hit the floor. He heard fast approaching footsteps. Without missing a beat, he turned and pointed his gun at the new opponent. There was obvious fear as the second man looked at the empty shell of his comrade bleeding on the floor. Namjoon couldn’t make himself analyze the humanity of the situation, though he debated it. It would make things harder than they had to be. He pulled the trigger and watched as he joined the other man in the heap.

Blood coated the walls, unseen through the black paint.

On the other side, Jungkook began to run. As planned, some turned to follow him, two in total. It wasn’t as many as he had hoped, but it was all he could do to lessen your load.

He skidded as he turned corners, trying his best to get some distance between them. Over the alarm, he could hear commotion coming from inside one of the rooms. He could feel energy, sense the aura of life inside. Jungkook kicked down the door, showing a room full of screens. A single woman sat at the monitors, microphone before her lips through the thin mask.

In one sweep, he knew exactly where he was.

The surveillance room.

Jungkook noticed the apprehension in her eyes, the moment of wonder behind his identity. It seemed like in the final moments she came to the right conclusion as she reached for her gun, but he was already one step ahead. He fired a shot, and she slumped against the keyboard. Blood spread across the buttons.

As Jungkook took a moment to collect himself, there was a sudden, splitting pain in his back. It was so random, so unexpected Jungkook thought he might be imagining it, but it stayed. He felt behind him and pulled a knife from between his shoulder blades.

It was a shallow wound, the result of a lack of commitment. He looked up to see a single masked man in the corner of the room, hiding in the shadows just feet away.

He hadn’t checked the whole room.

When he heard approaching footsteps, he yanked the man to his body and put him in a headlock. The feat was easier than expected, as he did nothing to resist. Against Jungkook’s chest, he could feel the man’s frantic breathing. His body felt almost frail.

He probably only worked in this room, Jungkook imagined. He’s probably like Seokjin. He doesn’t have the same combat skills as the others.

In the next second, the two assassins that had been following Jungkook appeared in the doorway, guns drawn.

Jungkook had his own ready, but placed it to the man’s head

“Try anything and your friend is fucking dead!” he said.

Without hesitation, the room was sprayed with sparks as bullets hit machines. Jungkook’s eyes went wide, surprised as the man he had been holding was shot in the chest. A bullet pierced Jungkook’s arm, and he dropped the dead man on the floor as he hid behind a rack of computers.

He watched the blood flow from his left arm nonstop. He moved his fingers, glad to see he still had mobility. It burned. Similar to touching the wrong side of an iron. Jungkook had shot a lot of people, but never in his life had he had that fate dealt back onto him.

He assessed the room. The concrete walls created a lot of ricochets.

Of course. He could work with this.

It took him a second to figure out the angles. It was a lot of geometry and hope but that was all he had. Jungkook fired two shots at the wall next to the men.

The bullets hit the wall and in the next instant, ricocheted and ripped through their brains.

They didn’t know what hit them, unable to process the quickness of their own lives as it was taken away.

Jungkook pushed himself up from the floor where he hid and rushed to the door. He shuffled along, the gnawing pain in his arm and back slowing him down. When he turned down another hall, he saw a dead end and several broken wooden boards. Looking at the adjacent window, he knew they had been ripped from it, a desperate means of escape.

He went to the window and saw the endless black abyss of the lake below. If he expected anything, it was to see an Anti member floating there. Instead, he saw a bobbing head and flailing arms. Jungkook’s stomach sunk when he realized he knew that face. It was one he had seen too many times in the same situation. One of terror. One of unsolved trauma.

“Hoseok!” Jungkook screamed.

He climbed through the window and launched himself into the water three stories below. It was freezing, a shock to the system as his body screamed at him to stop. It tried to fail him as he swam towards his squad mate. He held Hoseok’s weight with his injured arm as his legs tried to make up for the work.

“You okay?!”

“Hel...helicopter.” Hoseok said.

Jungkook followed his gaze up to the sky to see the helicopter above them.

“Hey!” he screamed, “Here! Down here! Hurry up!”

A ladder dropped down and dangled above them. Jungkook pushed Hoseok up first and then followed. It took all his strength to hold on as they were pulled up.

He looked down at the building as he was suspended in the air and his mouth fell open. The fire had enveloped most of the third floor. The gunfire rang on.

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The inside had cleared out significantly. You remained in the same hallway, narrowly avoiding the bodies that covered the floor as you fought.

It had been with the same girl, Number 11, for what felt like minutes, though it couldn’t have been longer than one. She was small, thinner than you. Her bodysuit hugged her frame in a way that allowed you to see the hint of her ribs. It should have been easier, you thought. A quick kill then on to the next, but she was resilient. She held a sly raw power, a surprise that was unseen until provoked.

You felt a hint of fatigue in your chest, but you pushed through.

All you could see was her eyes, a wild ferocity in them that kept you alert. With every punch you threw, she returned it. It was a never ending cycle, a game that neither were willing to lose. There was an intimacy in it that even you recognized. It held a rhythm, as if you two were dancing and there was no one else in the world.

In a change of pace, she reached forward and slung you into the wall. Number 11 quickly reared back the knife she had been holding and threw it. It dug into the wall beside your head. The girl ran straight at you, and you reared back your leg to kick her straight in the stomach. Though Number 11 was quick, and pulled you by the leg towards her. She used your momentum to slam your head into hers.

You saw white for a moment. It was a confusing pain, and in your daze you reached behind you to grab the knife stuck in the wall. You slashed it forward and felt it connect. Though as soon as it made contact, you knew it wasn’t enough.

There was a cut in her mask from the bridge of her nose to her jaw. The mask was ripped, but held so tight to her face that it didn’t let any of her features show. You knew it was deep, and her eyes told you that she knew it too.

She reached up to check the wound and let out a scoff- a dark, humourless sound.

You noticed the silence of the hallway and realized it was empty. Namjoon was nowhere in sight. You scanned the bodies on the floor, hoping you wouldn’t see his number and silently celebrated when you didn’t.

That moment of rest let you reevaluate your situation. There was a panicked yelling in your ear.

“Get the hell out of there, what are you doing?!” came Seokjin’s voice. He had been screaming the advice for minutes but you didn’t notice over the maylay around you.

“_____, do you hear me?! Leave the fight! Just go! We need to go!” Namjoon said, “Seokjin, where’s the fucking helicopter!”

“On the south side of the building near the lake! All of us are already inside, we’re waiting for you!”

“Hurry up! The fire is getting too crazy, you’re going to be trapped inside!” came Taehyung’s voice.

In your periphery you saw Number 11 swing again, snapping you back into the moment. Though you didn’t retaliate. Instead you turned to sprint away in the direction you had seen Jungkook go earlier.

“Joon, where the fuck are you?!” you screamed over the alarm. For the first time, you noticed the black puffs of smoke that clouded your vision. You began to cough.

“I found the hatch! I need backup! Keep following the halls!”

In a stroke of luck you found him. He was surrounded by three other men. They all looked like they wanted to get the door on the ceiling open, but wouldn’t allow Namjoon to be the one to do it. None of them had guns, you noted.

You rushed in, breaking through them as you covered for your leader. Namjoon hurried up the ladder, using brute force to try and open the hatch. He was an open target, and you had your gun trained on the men that tried to get past.

“If you want to burn in here don’t you fucking dare,” you said. The smoke made you choke on your own words.

“I’d rather burn than let you fuckers out-” one began.

You shot him point blank.

You readied to empty your clip on the others, but there was a rush of air as the door was opened.

“Let’s go!” Namjoon shouted as he climbed up.

You rushed to follow him, feeling the men on your heels. The night air enveloped you, shocking like water from a cold shower.

Just up above was the violent whipping of helicopter blades. The ladder dropped down and Namjoon grabbed on. He rushed to climb up. He was already inside when he looked down and realized that you weren’t right behind him.

“_______!”

You were still on the roof fighting a three on one deathmatch.

“Go back down to her so she can get on!” Namjoon yelled at the pilot.

He shook his head, “Someone is shooting at the cockpit! If I get any closer then we’ll all be in danger.”

Namjoon looked down to see a female figure that wasn’t there before. She was aiming up at the helicopter as you fought the other two. He could see their numbers from where he sat: 11, 24, and 25.

Yoongi held onto the back of the pilot’s seat, “Let us back down!”

“It’s too dangerous right now, please wait a little bit!”

“We don’t have a little bit!”

Taehyung got into a kneeling position, preparing his aim as he looked through his scope.

“Wait!” Seokjin warned him, “Look, the ceiling is caving in!”

To the group’s horror, he was correct. Farther away, chunks of the ceiling fell into the building, revealing the sheer hell beneath. The pieces grew steadily, approaching the area where you stood.

“She’s gonna fall inside…” Jimin said, trance-like.

“_______! Forget it! Come the fuck on!” Jungkook screamed from his place on the helicopter floor.

“It's collapsing!” Yoongi followed.

You looked around, breaking from the fight to see the holes around you. The flames licked up, soaring past you to the sky.

You had only managed to temporarily paralyze the two men. They sank to their knees as they held onto their shins. You readied to end them when the boys’ cries told you not to.

Forget it.

In a split second, Number 11 turned her gun on you. Before she could fire you grabbed her hand, twisting it until you heard a snap. The gun clattered onto the floor and fell into one of the fiery holes. With her free hand, she desperately clawed at you, hands going to where your hair should be. She grabbed onto your mask, wrenching off of your face. For the first time since the mission started, you were exposed. She paused, an expression that you couldn’t understand. You took that pause to roundhouse kick her in the head.

You ran towards the helicopter ladder. As you neared, you realized that it was much farther than you expected. It was several feet away from the edge of the roof, the lake below.

Launching yourself off the roof, you jumped. By some miracle, your fingers caught the last rung. You dangled in the air for a bit, struggling to pull yourself up as the boys screamed down at you.

There was a sudden weight on your legs. You nearly let go all together. You looked down to see Number 11 hanging from your ankles. As you swung from the ladder, you struggled to keep steady. Your fingers were cramping. You felt like your body was being torn apart from both directions. She gripped your legs tight, her wild kicking only loosening your grip. After much struggle, you freed one leg and rammed it into her nose. She let go, and plunged into the black water below.

You finally climbed up, several hands pulling you inside the helicopter. You crawled to safety, knees raw until you finally fell flat onto your back.

You breathed in deep, catching a rhythm within the whir of the blades. Though everyone was accounted for, there was still a frantic energy. You pushed yourself up and noticed Jungkook and Hoseok’s bloody bodies.

The small medic team surrounded them. Their bodysuits had been cut off, exposing the extent of injuries. Blood trailed from Hoseok’s shoulder, and he winced as the medic dug into the wound with tweezers. Jungkook bit his lip, face red as he fought back a scream as two medics attended to his arm and bare back.

“What happened?!” you asked. You felt an inexplicable shame.

“Shot,” Hoseok breathed.

“Shot and stabbed,” Jungkook followed. A single tear fell from his eye, and he rushed to wipe it away. “It fucking hurts, that’s all,” he muttered after seeing your face.

“A-are they okay? Are they gonna be okay?” you turned to the medics. They gave rushed reassurances as they worked, talking about missed tendons and no long-lasting damage.

“Dammit!” Yoongi said.

He and Namjoon looked out the window at the fiery blaze in your wake.

“They escaped. The last two on the roof just jumped into the water before the roof collapsed. I saw it.” Namjoon said.

Jimin sat down opposite you, holding his face, “We failed.”

“No...there’s no way.” Seokjin tried, “After all that? How can we call it a failure?”

“We didn’t clear the building. There were still three left.”

“Oh, come on-!”

“He’s right. By Academy standards anyways...we didn’t get all of the targets. We failed the mission,” Taehyung said.

Everyone sat with those words for the rest of the ride. Never in your careers had you failed a mission. It was always a sure win. It was given that you would handle anything thrown your way. You used to be dependable like that.

The bloody bodies, torn spirits, and aching egos inside the helicopter felt that word more than ever.

Failure.

________________

The very fact that you all had to carry on with your lives felt like a sick joke. The other squads could sulk in their anonymity for a while- something you envied. Though, school and a semi-regular 20-somethings life was what you all wanted, and you had to remember that.

Yet another thing you all could only blame yourselves for.

Going back to classes was nearly impossible, but you shuffled on through the bodies and lectures regardless. This was something no amount of coffee or sleep could solve.

The night after the mission ended, the squad just stayed over at the boys’ apartment. There was something about being alone afterwards that no one could handle. Hoseok and Jungkook stayed behind with the Academy medics to watch over their wounds. The remaining six of you sulked in the living room until the sun rose, seering guilt resting heavy on your hearts.

Even when you finally made it to your own apartment to get ready for classes, the place was silent. Luna was nowhere to be found, and you were grateful. You could deal with your fatigue alone.

After classes were done, you made a beeline for the door. The fresh air wasn’t the refresher you hoped it was, and you held your jacket tight as you walked across the courtyard.

There was a small crowd of boys handing out flyers on the lawn. One turned to you and waved. In your sleepy haze you ignored him until he fully registered.

He jogged over, eyes equally tired and defeated. His smile told a different story.

“Hey,” Jimin said.

“Hey,” you repeated. An awkward silence followed, and you shifted feet as you looked at everything but each other. “Frat event?” you asked, motioning to the other boys.

“Yeah, we’re promoting our next mixer,” he said.

How he was able to smile in people’s faces all day and not fall apart, you had no idea. You would always respect that about him.

You felt him looking you over, “What?”

“You want to be my date or…?”

“Or.”

“C’mon!”

“Is that even a surprise?”

“Not really,” he shrugged, “But just know, babe, I’m only joking around. If I actually tried, you’d already be mine. Don’t forget that,” he winked.

He expected more from your reaction, but you simply looked across the yard at the other students.

“Hey,” he said, voice lower, “is it the mission? I know we failed, but we still did our best, you know?”

You just nodded, still staring off into space, “Yeah.”

“Jungkook and Hoseok are back.” He tried again. “I don’t know if you saw in the groupchat, but they were discharged this morning. They’re recovering pretty well.”

“Yeah, I saw,” you said. “I’m glad. It’s great news.”

He squinted at you. He sat in the silence for a while before finally pulling you into a hug.

Your first instinct was to push him away, but the warmth and sincerity melted you. You hugged him back, holding each other in the middle of the lawn. You weren’t the first to let go, he was. He held you by the shoulders and gave a smile. Not the Frat Boy smile, not the Playboy smile, but one so genuine it startled you.

“Get some rest, okay?”

You nodded, “You too. I’m serious.”

He put two fingers to his head in a solute and walked back to his group.

The road back home was a bit more peaceful. You felt lighter. You rolled your shoulders back. You couldn’t wait to drown your sorrows in a shower and smother it within your sheets.

In the back of your subconscious, you felt a lingering anxiety. You kept your eyes forward, scanning your surroundings until you landed on something behind you. You were being followed. It was some sort of big vehicle telling by the sound of the wheels. You kept a steady pace on the sidewalk, and the car sped up until it parked right beside you.

You turned to see a black SUV.

The back window rolled down, and your heart fell through your stomach.

Mr. Kim smiled at you. In the seats alongside him, Namjoon and Yoongi’s heads hung.

“Good afternoon.” Mr. Kim opened the door. “Come on. Let’s take a ride.”

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Please do a tarot reading on bts personality? Thank you

if we’re talking personality, it’s time for the big guns. i promised i’d use this deck to an anon, today we’re doing a shaman soul reading.

Jungkook: THE RAINBOW

A sign that the end of the storm is near. This card is truly blessed and imbued with great innocence because that’s exactly what Jungkook is. It’s the “everything is alright” signal: The rainbow symbolizes completion of the soul in the Himalayan region where shamans consider rainbows a bridge to the afterlife. Believe it or not: What we see as JK is the last incarnation of his line. His journey is basically complete (!), it is whole. He’s found what we will all find and the end which is a state of profound happiness. There’s a reason why he brings so much ease, fun, and talent everywhere he goes. That sense of lightness and positivity is deeply embedded in him. Brightness, bubbliness, fleeting moods but always optimistic. His personality is all about joy and the feeling of soaring high. It’s not a farce we see on camera, he really is like that. What I noticed is. Since we see a colorful bird dashing forward on a ray of light, I believe JK is headed somewhere blissful, and he’s headed there fast. The pot of gold at the end of the rainbow, pretty much. Not just the shamans in Nepal consider the rainbow as an arch, Norse ones do, too. The Bifröst bridge connects Midgard to the Æsir. Jungkook has a sort of divine connection going on. That’s why his personality is dignified. Bifröst is translated to ‘shimmering path’, that he got famous was destined from the beginning.

Hoseok: THE SWEAT LODGE

Hey, Mama. I am not surprised that this card is all about a connection to mother earth and all things maternal. The hut — and the ritual that is behind it — is essentially an image for the womb. Hoseok is looking for that warm and cozy feeling in his life. That tells you a whole lot about the personality we rarely see on stage, it’s a much calmer state. The act of sweating disperses old habits and bad thoughts, this is precisely what he seeks. That blissful, protected place/state of being attracts him, or rather, draws him back into his past. His character is so youthful and cheery because he longs for a space like the sweat lodge that leaves you relaxed, drained from the weight of the world, and without sorrows. What he longs for is purity. He’s let go of demons and phases in his life he’s grown out of. His goal is to feel renewed and being without baggage. Note also that the sweat lodge is a community place. He is deeply social, it’s not an act. Hoseok aspires to be a nurturing figure in the future, and peace is very important to him.

Jin: TAMING THE WIND

Think about it: Something as dynamic as air representing Jin makes a lot of sense. He might be a fire sign, but air is nonetheless strong in him. He is a person who is self-directed and cannot be grasped at any time. Air does what it wants, and few other forces can stop it. On top of that, wind is malleable. It can be completely still, gently blowing, come on strong, or be a flat out hurricane. The different levels of intensity are all present in Jin’s character. As in, he can be the introvert of all introverts only to turn into extroversion embodied. The card tells us about just how versatile he can be. That he will achieve more consistency in the future is represented by the act of taming: Yes, he will settle. Visually, the feather is the most important part of this card. It symbolizes a holy dedication to life and distributes smoke during shaman rituals. It can also be interpreted as a pointer when you’re in alignment. So, I’d describe Jin’s character as something that dispels the old to bring about harmony. Thus, he is wild and tame alike. Very interesting duality.

Namjoon: THUNDER

Next to Jimin’s card, this is the most powerful one I pulled. If you’re familiar with The Tower in tarot, THUNDER is similar. Especially in its spiritual weight. Thunder always hails of new things coming. Namjoon is that kind of vanguard. Even his voice booms like thunder man, that’s no coincidence. That he’s the leader of one of the most famous boy groups on this planet means something dramatic and big coming our way. At his core, he is revolutionary. Namjoon is Namjoon because of his message that’s loud, terrifying to great many a hater, and a call to awakening. I am certain he is on his way to enlightenment, I’m not kidding. Because think about, thunder comes first, then: lightning. It describes his personality progression well: Namjoon did a full 180° in the last years. He did all of his shadow work. This card always says a person is about to fulfill their purpose, so he’s currently at the very brink. He is scared to the core but knows that he’s destined for great things. Like buffalos storming ahead, he is unstoppable just like that. It’s because of him that the game changes 😊

Yoongi: THE PRESENT

Beside the literal interpretation of Yoongi being a present to this world which truly is the case, this card also means unconditional offering in a general sense. You’d think it’s his wonderful music that he has gifted us. The meaning of the card says otherwise, things go deeper, it’s about something that is not material in nature. Only true love and true feelings can fully belong to a person and they can give them as a present. I think this is what Yoongi’s personality at its deepest level is about. He is a generous man. Who is more giving than someone so dedicated and full of tender emotions. The card is also a signifier of gratitude, and I think Yoongi truly is thankful. The winged woman shown on the card lifts up the sun, which tells me Yoongi wants to uphold joy and that he was sent to us as an angelic, radiant being. Lil’ cherub he is. The card is colored in such a bright yellow and orange way, I think he could be a kind of light worker, even, if you’re familiar with this concept. What Yoongi’s aim is at its most basic level is to gain access to the happiness of life. And he wishes so dearly we experience it, too. I need a moment.

Jimin: THE INCA CROSS

Ooof. Oh shit. This card is a massive fucking deal. I’m stunned every time I see it. It has a huge wtf factor. A simple but overarching symbol. To shamans, the Inca Cross symbolizes all directions and dimensions coming together. It even connects the Underworld with the Gods themselves. It also has a hole in the middle, allowing us to travel to a different perspective. It tells me Jimin is the one holding everything around him together with his personality. He is that cross, a compass basically. He has access to greater wisdom. The Inca Cross is a big leap, this is what Jimin essentially is. What he exudes propels us forward and unites us. He can make people change their mind and direction in life. He is only halfway aware of that skill. I wouldn’t mess with him either way, he is the true axis of Bangtan. The crucial (=cross-like!) one, even Namjoon said that. Now what’s also important is not just the cross itself but also the color. It is made of solid gold, a very warm tone. His charm and soothing character is innate to Jimin, and that is a regal feat. It’s very important that he knows his worth, that is the crux —cross— of the matter. Now this is where it gets really metaphysical: That the Inca Cross bridges the lower, middle (Human), and upper realm to shamans in Peru is no coincidence. It tells us Jimin was sent from a place that is not this, aka the middle world. I think even people who are not into spirituality can feel that. He is either a saved soul from the Underworld so this is his first incarnation after a long time or he was sent from the Gods. Because the cross connects all worlds, it could even be both at the same time. And since the Inca Cross allows dimension and time travel (!)… maybe he can do even that. This card is telling me the wildest shit.

Taehyung: HEART OF SKY

During the last tarot readings I drew The Empress for him several times, the energy is no different here. This card has Queen of the Night type of imagery. It’s a very dreamy, whimsical woman immersed in melancholy, dressed in lavish garments. It’s not hard to see the parallel to Taehyung’s character. He is just as nostalgic and concerned with all things that bring more beauty to this planet. That is his purpose. I repeat: Taehyung is here to spread the fine things in life to bring us sophistication and wholesomeness. The Heart of Sky is quite possibly the card most connected to creativity and love. It encourages the one receiving it to paint. We know he’s already an artist at heart, the shaman cards know it, too. Heart of Sky means to pour out your emotions. And to show all your talents in a gorgeous way. The card is just… spot on. Nighttime plays an important role in this illustration, Tae is more Moon than Sun in personality. He’s in tune not just with his divine masculine, but also feminine. Perfect balance. The Heart of Sky carries with it a strong ethical component also, that means Taehyung is figuring out his intent very often. He’s a benevolent person, a creator. A good person, a benevolent heart. He wants the best for everyone, you and me, anybody.

Bangtan: THE SUN

I also pulled a card for the personality of the group as a sum. THE SUN is pretty straightforward: BTS are luminaries, a figurative giant. A super-star. Shamans connect the sun to male energy so the allegory fits, there’s a bright and positive masculine quality in their work. BTS are a hot topic and the energy is high. Sometimes even overpowered because their solar pizzazz is so ardent — burning out is the #1 danger here. That’s why the members connected to the moon and night (Joon, Tae, Yoongi, to some extent Jimin) are so important to balance everything. Passion, humor, creativity, playfulness are always around when BTS is near. The sun is at the center or the universe and widely seen, the group indeed takes that center spot right now. Many other life forms depend on the sun, revolve around it, BTS and their light are needed. If they fall, a system collapses. The card tells us they are currently at their zenith, truly radiant now, soaring like the winged spirit on the card. Also, to state the obvious: Come on, who’s the sun of BTS? Hobi’s personality sticks out the most, reflects back to the group dynamic. This is his card and time to shine. He makes or breaks the deal and the cards know it. He sets the tone.

bighit: THE JAGUAR

I wanted to see what the personality of bighit as a whole is, too. Unsurprisingly — what came out is an animal who’s a roaring force to be reckoned with. The energy is a lot more competitive and serious compared to The Sun. I find it convincing and see why these cards came out: Lighthearted group, big business company. Now, the Jaguar has a dark side as well as extreme advantages. He sure doesn’t look like the scariest animal ever, but being on top of the food chain allows him to do whatever he pleases: He’ll never be prey. On the other hand, he is protected because he’s so strong. Bighit does have that quality of being untouchable. Much like the jaguar, it’s an undertaking that operated in the shadows for long. We know that Bang PD claims to have the secret success formula and isn’t as public as say Lee Soo Man and JYP. There is a component of mystery, and the other companies are careful because of it. On the light side, BTS certainly have powerful and rational guidance. To give an analogy from the jungle book: Bighit is like Bagheera, the voice of reason, infusing BTS with strength and knowledge.

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smuttymess · 4 years

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bts astro soulmate reading | for deja

sign: gemini sun | pisces moon | libra rising

lover: Park Jimin | soulmate: Jung Hoseok

This reading is for Deja, a Jungkook bias who also stans OT7 with a particular affinity towards Jimin and Tae. With a maknae line like that, who could blame her? Please enjoy this reading, love!

Idealistic, imaginative and intuitive to almost a psychic degree, your star sign combination makes you one of the dreamiest in the zodiac. For better or for worse, you tend to see things as you would like to and not so much as the way they are down on earth. But honestly, who can blame you? The real world pales in comparison to your infinite nature of your imagination. Your intuition helps guide you through life, and you are innately in tune to what you and other people around you need. One of the zodiac's biggest thinkers and communicators, it is best for letting someone else figure out the logistics and details while you are off ideating and making power moves - unencumbered by little details - is likely how you achieve greatness in your life. Both Gemini and Pisces (air and water) are known for their duality, their desire to flow and evolve towards whatever they set their hearts and minds out to do, and as a result of your innate joie de vivre you have many admirers who want to be a part of your world. While in high demand, a result of your charming Libra rising, you are not someone who can be pinned down easily. Your friends have long given up on trying to get you to stick to any sort of schedule - whenever you arrive is right on time. They are happy to take you as you are, for when you are present you are able to express an almost unparalleled empathy, attentiveness and warmth which makes you all at once irresistible and unforgettable to those you love (and even those you've only just met!)

Gemini/Pisces is a duo of energy, movement, and passion: you move through the world on your own terms, seeking excitement and pleasure in everything that you do. This placement, along with your Libra rising, lends you to escapsim. It is not uncommon for you to want to take a spontaneous trip to explore a new culture, perhaps booking a house in wine country in order to blow off steam or avoid an impending work deadline - a little wine won't hurt! Upon arrival you're happy to find that your host is the incredibly attractive Park Jimin, who happens to own the entire vineyard, and you two immediately connect. Jimin is a true Libra, his charm emanating from his being with little to no effort, but it is not disingenuous - he is just naturally flirtatious and personable. His balance-seeking Libra rising and witty Gemini moon is familiar, as if he's known you for many years, making you immediately at ease in your solo travels and maybe a little horny too. You two both possess a gift of being highly sociable and fun to be around, Jimin's Libra Sun meshing almost perfectly with your Libra rising, and it is not long before you two become inseparable - likely making the other guests wonder if you are longtime partners or co-owners of the property.

After many long conversations and several glasses of wine, you are not surprised to find your lips intertwined, the plushness of his perfect pout pressed gently against yours. The Gemini/Libra relationship is a true escape in and of itself, one that simply requires existing as you are in the moment. Within your short time with him you become purely infatuated, his eyes sparkling as brightly as the stars above the vineyard as he smiles, the pure embodiment of romance and passion tanks to his Venus in Scorpio. Your signs share a love for leisure and pleasure, which lends nicely to long mornings in bed and walks across the gorgeous grounds, sneaking in tender kisses and under the sun before ducking away into a more secluded area. Gemini runs the show in this pairing, your hands feverishly running beneath his shirt and across his abs as your lock him into a kiss. Jimin is more than happy to have you push him against the wall, hungrily planting kisses along his neck as his hardness presses into your thigh. this Air signs tangle effortlessly together, as if your bodies were made for each other. Above all else a Libra lover wants to make his partner feel good, taking immense pleasure in seeing your lips fall apart as his fingers slip beneath your dress and across your clit. He knows how to tease you, his fingers brushing across your lips but never giving you the full relief that you crave, smiling as you become more and more desperate against his touch, practically fucking yourself against his fingers. My girl is so naughty, isn't she? The sex is so good you might almost think about making this vacation permanent.

Despite the beauty and charm of this duo, there is not enough stability or grounding in this duo to truly move this from a lovely fling and into a more serious relationship. Jimin's Libra values responsibility, balance and reliability, while Gemini/Pisces placements is notoriously flighty and seeking out their next adventure - where to next? This would not be so much of a problem were it not for JImin's Venus in Scorpio, which often shows love through possession, jealousy and control. Sure, there is a part of you that enjoys it (hello, Pisces) and you love how passionate he is about you and the things he cares about, but ultimately recognize that his need to really be attached to you, however sweet, is stifling. Additionally, these signs are both so consumed by pleasure that you will likely not accomplish anything outside of that, which is all well and good until the money runs out (commonplace with these two!) While this is likely not a forever match, there is a potential here for a long-term friendship filled with shared respect and admiration for the goodness in one another, with little to no animosity over the end of the relationship.

You have the mind of an artist, and it is not uncommon to find you in highly creative and artistic spaces that require out-of-the-box thinking. A leader in your own right, you could easily head a team of creative marketing professionals at a prestigious ad agency or a luxury fashion brand, putting together unique ideas to make a client's dreams come to life. It is in such an environment where you meet Jung Hoseok, your newest celebrity client, your eyes lighting up as he enters the room clad head to toe in starkly contrasting prints that somehow work seamlessly into a cohesive look. He possesses the signature traits of an Aquarius: confidence, independence, and originality. When his dark eyes move to meet yours, you can feel that rare, instant connection that cannot be ignored. While the physical relationship between a Gemini and Aquarius is often undeniable, it is your mutual wit and intellectual-thinking that draws you to each other over the course of your time working together. Aquarius Hoseok is unusual, charming, witty, and cool that gravitates towards your natural curiosity and boundless energy. You know he likes you, his eyes on your frame as you move about the room presenting your newest creations for his clothing brand. Together, you are two misunderstood individuals who innately understand each other on a profound level, as if nobody else is in the room. While neither of you are ones to wear your emotions on your sleeves or commit to anything too early on, you know quite early on that you will be fucking sooner rather than later - and you are certainly hoping for sooner.

Once you are no longer inhibited by the constraints of a professional relationship, all bets (and clothes) are off. The various debates you have and sharing of ideas while working together is all the foreplay you need, and the result is worth the wait. Hoseok has been thinking about every inch of your body that he wanted to feel underneath him, the little spots that would set you on fire the minute he could. He possesses a quiet, strong dominance about him that wants to consume you whole, which he does within minutes of closing the door to his suite. Moving closer to you to place his hand gently against your neck, you are almost overcome with desire as his eyes pierce into you before whispering into your ear. You have no idea how long I've been waiting for this. And now you’re all mine. Hoseok can be authoritative in bed, which you are happy to enjoy as your Pisces moon adores being ravished and devoured. Your sexual fantasies are of course rarely if ever just at home, your signs matched perfectly for mild exhibitionism or discreet public play. He enjoys hearing you scream his name, trembling as he thrusts you in the dressing room of a high-end retailer that he's rented out for a personal shopping trip. My baby looks so beautiful getting fucked in this dress - we'll have to buy it so I can take it off again at home. However timid or bashful your Pisces may be, you know that you are safe in his hands as they grab your hips and your breasts as they press against the floor to ceiling windows of the sprawling hotel penthouse he's booked for the week just to have a change of scenery.

The incredible emotional range of Gemini and Pisces alongside your tendency to go with the flow makes you very sensitive to others perceptions of you and also to criticism. While a Gemini can certainly speak off the cuff, perhaps offending a few people in the process, it is challenging for a Gemini sun/Pisces moon to receive words that are anything less than positive. As a result, you are prone to oversensitivity from taking things personally - your Pisces retreating into solitude away from the ugliness of it all. Hoseok is a perfectionist, his Aquarius sun propelling him forward as he seeks to excel in his own crafts, and while he is a creative thinker he is often very much entrenched in his beliefs. One of Hoseok's weaknesses is his ego, amplified by his Taurus moon and Uranus in Capricorn, which means when he is "right" it is incredibly hard to move the needle. You live in fantasy while he tends to live in reason and factuality, not shying away from criticism, and it is these differences that need to be appreciated for this match to go the distance. Your Pisces moon and his Venus in Pisces is effectively the saving grace of this pairing, allowing you to connect emotionally in a way that many other Gemini/Aquarius may not be able to. Instead of keeping things casual, this shared understanding gives you both with the empathy required to see and love your partner for who they are: an equally flawed and imperfect human trying to do their best.

This is ultimately a successful pairing that knows that in each other they have an intellectual match that should be cherished, forging ahead as business partners and moving the world forward with their incredible imaginations and creative ideals. Life together is not at all a normal one, because you show love through exploration and spontaneity, taking you to destinations around the world at a moment's notice and leaving little room for boredom or conventionality. You two allow each other to explore yourselves individually without restraint, knowing that your bond can't easily be undone. The home base you create together is one likely high above the cityscape, a sanctuary filled with fine art, personalized design, and plenty of space and light to establish a sense of comfort and creativity. While you two are not homebodies of any kind, this refuge gives you just the right amount of serenity so you can wake up and bring your dreamy, airy notions into the wider world.

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nocturnal-jeon · 5 years

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𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚡𝚒𝚌 𝚁.𝙰. ➛ 𝚓𝚎𝚘𝚗 𝚓𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚔𝚘𝚘𝚔 {2}

𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚎!𝚓𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚔𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚡 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚖��𝚛𝚢: 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚡𝚊𝚖𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙. 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚒𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚝, 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚁.𝙰. 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚞𝚙 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚌𝚑.

𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 2.4k

𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝: 𝚘𝚗𝚎

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When Jungkook woke up in his bed the next day, he couldn’t help but scowl when he saw some unknown female sleeping beside him in bed. Maybe it was the alcohol he drank last night or him just not caring, but for the life of him, he couldn’t remember her name. Her body was draped lazily over Jungkook’s as the sheets covered her naked body. Her short black hair was spread over the pillow she managed to steal from Jungkook as she slept.

Sitting up, he slid on his undergarments and stood up from the bed, rubbing his eyes with the palm of his hand. He turned on his phone and saw missed texts from Namjoon, urging him to come join him in the dining hall to get breakfast. Sighing deeply, Jungkook realized how hungry he was as his stomach let out an inhuman sound. But first, he had to get rid of the nameless girl in his bed.

Jungkook decided to get dressed as he figured out ways to wake her up, so he put on ripped blue jeans and a white t-shirt. His eyes drifted over to her clothes on the floor, and he hated how messy it made his room look. It wasn’t the largest, so having one small mess made the whole room feel dirty.

Luckily, Jungkook didn’t have to do anything to wake her up since his phone ringing loudly had her up and awake within seconds. Chuckling to himself, Jungkook looked down and declined Namjoon’s call. Thank you, Namjoon, he thought. “Good morning, handsome,” she complimented, causing Jungkook to cringe. “I have to go to a meeting, so you need to leave,” Jungkook lied. But as the dorm’s R.A., it was a believable excuse.

She nodded and pulled her clothes back on, stumbling a bit as she tried to pull her leggings on. Jungkook waited impatiently, his wallet and phone in hand as he was more than ready to leave. Just as she was pulling her last shoe on, Jungkook walked over to the door and held it open for her.

She walked past Jungkook, but as she lingered and began to slowly move in to kiss him, Jungkook rolled his eyes and moved past her, closing and locking the door. “That was fun,” was all he could say before speeding away and jogging down the stairs, laughing to himself. He always found it hilarious when girls thought there was more than just sex. No. It was just sex to fill a human’s needs. Nothing more.

Entering the dining hall, Jungkook could easily spot out the freshman. Each freshman was clearly so amazed by all of the options that they got a little bit of everything. The seniors seldom came to the dining hall since they lived in apartments and cooked for themselves, so as a junior, Jungkook looked forward to the days where he wouldn’t have to force himself to be social with the underclassmen.

Walking over to the cereal bar, Jungkook made himself an average bowl of cereal, avoiding any form of socialization. He then made his way over to the table he and his friends almost always sat at. Namjoon looked at him in disbelief as he sat down across from him.

“I was waiting for over fifteen minutes,” Namjoon complained, his brows furrowing in irritation. “Well, no one told you to wait,” Jungkook retorted with an amused smile before eating a spoonful of cereal. “And look who else waltzes in late,” Namjoon announced, falling back into his chair and crossing his arms. “You say late as if there’s such thing as being on time to a place that’s open 24 hours,” Yoongi smartly commented as he plopped himself down next to Jungkook, a banana in hand.

“Next time, I’m not waiting for you guys,” Namjoon vowed, pointing a long, accusing finger at Jungkook and Yoongi. “You said that last time. Yet, here you are,” Jungkook pointed out, smirking. “Whatever. Yoongi, you signed up for classes, right?” Namjoon asked, starting a conversation Jungkook didn’t care enough to be a part of. So, instead, he scanned the dining hall, entertained by the nervous antics performed by the freshman.

However, the calmest ones sat at a table right by the window. Leaning forward a bit, Jungkook squinted to make out the faces. And just as his eyes focused on the face of one of the individuals, he became interested.

It was the person from his dorm who forgot what their room number was. With the way that the sunlight was hitting their face, there were deep shadows near their almost-perfect nose, while the rest of the bright light illuminated their face.

You wore a t-shirt dress with plain sneakers and had your hair up in a ponytail with very little effort. Jungkook wiped a thin sheen of saliva over his lips as he saw your exposed neck. How pretty it would look marked up, Jungkook thought to himself. He fell in love with how small and delicate your hands were as they were wrapped around a cup of coffee.

He loved how you sat like such a lady with your leg crossed over your knee. Everything about you seemed so adorably innocent, but Jungkook hadn’t forgotten about that little fiery attitude you had yesterday. It was just that that caused Jungkook to want to find out more about you: your duality.

You sat with your best friend Jimin and your new friend Taehyung. You figured that you were going to be on the right track if you hung out with people like Jimin and Taehyung. Taehyung was incredibly kind and down to earth and he had some of the best fashion sense you had ever seen.

You liked your small little friend group already.

He watched, a small smile on his own lips, as he watched you grin from ear to ear. He watched as your lips moved with every word you spoke, pearly white teeth making an appearance here and there. But as he saw you get up and head in the direction of the trashcans, he saw this as the perfect opportunity to talk to you.

“I’m gonna clear,” Jungkook muttered to his friends as he got up quickly. “You haven’t even eaten your cereal,” Yoongi commented, a mouth full of banana. Jungkook ignored him, however, and speed walked to meet you at the trash area. You stood with your back to him as you chugged the rest of your coffee before discarding of the cup.

“How did you sleep last night?” you heard behind you, causing you to slightly turn your head. You were surprised to see the R.A. standing beside you.

“Huh?”

“Well, the mattresses are shit. Plus, it’s your first year of college, so it’s always an odd feeling to sleep in a bed other than your own,” he explained and he held his bowl upside down to empty out a whole lot of cereal and milk. “Yeah, the mattresses are pretty shit. But, I don’t know, I slept kinda well. Thanks for asking, Jungkook,” you responded.

As he put his bowl away, his eyes widened when he heard you call him Jungkook.

“How do you know my name?” he asked, an eyebrow raised. For some reason, that was the hottest thing ever. “Jungkook. Oh, go faster, Jungkook,” you jokingly moaned, causing a small red tint to grow on his cheeks out of embarrassment. Nonetheless, he laughed, and since it was the first time you had heard him do that, it was a soothing yet unfamiliar sound.

“Yeah,” he began, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck, “she was a loud one.” You chuckled. “What’s your major?” he asked, resting his hand on the counter and leaning against it, exposing the veins on his arms, causing you to nearly shit yourself once again.

“Music,” you replied. “Ah. That’s different,” he commented. Different as in he’s never gotten with a music major before. “I guess. What about you?” you asked yearning to learn more about this rude yet incredibly attractive stranger. “Film,” he answered, watching you with sparkling eyes and a fixed grin.

“Jungkook, let’s go!” you heard someone shout a few feet away. Your eyes followed the voice and you saw one very tall male standing beside one relatively short male, both looking at Jungkook.

“Well, I hope to see you at the floor meeting later tonight,” Jungkook said as he walked over to his friends backward. Almost tour guide like. You nodded, a small smile on your lips. Jungkook turned his back to you and left the dining room with Yoongi and Namjoon.

“Didn’t you see I was in the middle of doing something?” Jungkook irritatedly asked, looking between his best friends. Yoongi chuckled. “What, the middle of picking your latest project?” he snorted, causing Namjoon to laugh. “Don’t call them that,” Jungkook spoke through gritted teeth. “Are you gonna give us the whole, ‘they’re not like the other ones’ spiel?” Namjoon questioned. Jungkook remained silent.

He barely knew you, but he did know for sure that he wanted to get to know you. And even though, you know, he barely knew you, he knew this was a premature thought. But he did believe that you weren’t like the others he had gotten with. He couldn’t figure out what it was, but there was something about you that drew him in like a magnet.

“Do you wanna come with us to this party tonight?” Namjoon asked. Jungkook shook his head. “I have a stupid floor meeting I have to run,” Jungkook whined. “Damn, I never imagined that out of all of us, Jungkook would be the one to be an R.A. for fuck’s sake,” Yoongi commented, causing Jungkook to laugh. “Nah, there are some pretty cute girls on my floor,” Jungkook pointed out, a smirk on his lips. “What, so is your goal to get with all the freshman girls on your floor?” Namjoon questioned as the trio sat in the grass on the quad.

Jungkook shrugged cockily. “I mean, they all probably want to get with me, so it won’t be that difficult of a task,” the youngest bragged. Yoongi scoffed. “Forty dollars he doesn’t do it,” the eldest predicted. “Really? I don’t think we’re giving our boy enough credit! Forty he does do it,” Namjoon spoke with raised eyebrows. “Is this a bet, my friends?” Jungkook asked, reaching his hand out in between them. He watched as Namjoon and Yoongi shook his hand then shook hands with each other.

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“Okay, so, thank you for coming. Well, you really had no choice,” Jungkook said, projecting his voice to the members of the floor he was in charge of. You sat on the couch next to some nice girls and watched him closely. He was wearing sweatpants and a hoodie and was standing in front of the television in the lounge room. His face was cold and expressionless as he held a sheet of paper in his veined hands.

“I know this shit is going to be boring, but I have to read all of this stuff to you.” His voice was monotonous and his mood was mellow. “Fire safety rules,” he began. But you just drowned him out, having no interest whatsoever. You instead looked around the room curiously. Most of the girls you were sitting with were watching Jungkook with eyes filled with lust as they sat up straight, pushing their boobs out further for Jungkook to see.

The boys, on the other hand, were watching Jungkook as if he was some sports star that they idolized since they were children. You thought it was amusing more than anything, but even though Jungkook clearly had many options to choose from and so many different boobs to look at, every time he looked up as he spoke, he looked straight at you. He understood why you were so aloof and was barely paying attention. Shit, even Jungkook was getting bored.

And while Jungkook was beginning to develop crush-like symptoms for you, you just thought he was an interesting character. He was unlike any person you had ever met.

After he finished reading off the paper, he balled it up, the loud sound bringing you out of your daze. “And now, behind you, there’s some pizza and drinks so you guys can get to know each other. Thanks for listening, I guess,” he said. Everyone got up and darted towards the pizza as if they hadn’t eaten all day.

All you really wanted was a drink of water, so getting up, you weaved your way through the crowd of other fellow freshman and you poured yourself a cup of water. Oddly, the cups were spiderman themed. Jungkook seemed like a child at heart, causing you to chuckle.

You searched the many bodies for Jungkook’s, but when you saw him, your mood turned sour and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes. He was seated on one of the beanbags with a hot freshman seated on his thick thighs. You leaned against the wall and sipped your water, allowing the cold substance to bring your body temperature back down. But, as you, moved your hand down to hold the cup at about waist height, someone bumped into you and caused it to spill all over your white shirt. You looked up to see that same freshman girl, her hand held tightly in Jungkook’s. “So sorry,” she apologized, before practically pulling Jungkook down the hallway in the direction to his room.

“Sorry my ass,” you muttered.

You sighed and followed after them, planning to go into your room and change shirts. As Jungkook slowly turned the key in his door handle, he looked over his shoulder and saw you doing the same. But his mouth began to water at the sight of the shirt sticking to your toned body, making the material more transparent. His eyes drifted to your chest. Your black lace bra was visible through the shirt and fuck, Jungkook wanted to see more. But, you entered your room and closed the door.

And Jungkook went into his room to do what he did best. But as his hips rocked into some freshman below him, all he could do was think about you on the opposite side of the wall. He wanted to get to know you and explore your brain, but of course, he wanted to explore other things, too.

You groaned when you heard the familiar banging sound coming from Jungkook��s room and you wondered if this was how it was going to be every night. You changed your shirt and decided to just get into bed and try to get some sleep. But as you laid awake, drowning out the moans and screams coming from next door, you thought of Jungkook. He seemed like a complete fuckboy to you.

He seemed like the type to get what he wants from a girl and kick her to the curb. You thought the girl from last night was his girlfriend or something, but the more you thought about it, you couldn’t see Jungkook with one girl for a long period of time. He screamed “fuckboy” vibes and you hated it.

And that turned you off. Big time.

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Finally, I managed to find time to do Namjoon's Birthday Year Ahead Reading! This was very interesting and also very sweet. The focus for the year ahead for Namjoon seems to be very much about emotions, connections and relationships with others rather than work, business or even just focus on the self.

So without further ado...

As always, I'll talk about the signifiers first. We have the King of Wands in reverse and the 4 of Pentacles. This represents the major theme of this reading and therefore of his year ahead... As I interpret it, that theme is restraint, holding something back. There's an interesting duality here in this reading though where I feel there's some sense of release and freedom (King of Wands) but at the same time there's this huge need to hide that release and freedom and / or what's causing it (it's reversed and paired with the 4 of pentacles). That 4 of pentacles is staring me down telling me "keep some things secret and sacred and just for you and people you love". He's not the usual miserly 4 of pentacles. No, this guy is guarding his heart and he's telling his more free, passionate and daring side to hold back... Even when sometimes he wants to shout about something to the world.

OK, into the body of the reading to really get to why this advice is coming up. So immediately we see Temperance come up like a hammer to the nail of what the signifiers were saying! Temperance and the Ace of Cups to be exact. He's being advised to be very careful and precise when handling matters involving feelings and emotions. It's a delicate balancing act. I was being drawn to looking at the angel's feet; one on land and one dipped into the water. It's like he's being advised that even as he explores his feelings and emotions (which is good) he needs to remember to keep one foot on dry land, in reality, and be careful about how he handles himself. Honestly, I was getting the impression of a volatile chemical churning up and wanting to explode being handled very carefully by a clever scientist. Except in this analogy, Namjoon is both the scientist and the chemical... He needs to manage himself by stopping his feels from spilling over. To put it another way (because I keep looking at the feet, one on water and one on land, and the water being poured between two cups), he needs to take care not to let his personal life spill into his professional life through him literally spilling the beans... See the word spilling just keeps coming... Namjoon don't spill your own tea!

As to what this tea is that is to be spilt... Please, as always, keep in mind that this is a speculative reading for the year ahead based purely on this very present moment in which I'm doing this reading... But anyway, yeah... A good chance Namjoon could be falling in love love... I mean, based on what I'm seeing here. And, if that happens for him, I couldn't be happier! Right, so let me get into why I think this based on these cards...

So we've got the two of cups coming up with this reversed Queen of wands and let me tell you, when I saw this queen of wands come out my first reaction was like 'seriously?!' but then... I was like... Pause... Because I wasn't getting the same energy from this reversed queen as I did from previous readings at all. In those readings she came as a trouble maker and some kind of negative influence... Here, this queen comes as an equal. Not perfect. Not a fantasy or an ideal. She comes as a real woman... And he will be able to relate to her extremely well. I mean, look at the picture! I was focusing on the message of the 2 of cups and the Queen and then I realised that the reversed King and Queen of Wands are both in this reading and they are united by the 2 of cups sitting between them!!! It's right there! A union of equals united by empathising with each other and understanding each other's weaknesses... I got shivers a bit honestly.

Next we see The Lovers and 9 of Swords in reverse... I mean... There you go. Now, to be clear, The Lovers card is not always about romantic love. It's often about connections and partnerships between people (just like the 2 of cups. In fact, the 2 of cups can be seen as a softer echo of The Lovers). However here, in the context of this reading as a whole, I can't help but see that the year ahead holds huge potential for romance for Namjoon. The Lovers paired with this reversed 9 of Swords tells me that he may well encounter a love that frees him from anxiety and stress (makes sense if it's someone he feels is an equal - his match - who will listen and truly understand, right?). There's a sense of relief and release here which is just... Really nice.

Then he's got the 10 of cups and Reversed 5 of cups and... Wow. First of all, talk about a beautiful turn around... Going from the 5 of cups energy (looking longingly over at something in the distance which you feel you can't have) to the 10 of cups, literal domestic bliss?! 💜 So sweet! Soooo sweet! And I'm all soft because I'm getting the impression that he really was looking at others being all 'happy families' with their significant others (I mean I'm the same age as Namjoon and I get it! Your friends start getting into serious relationships or actually getting married and starting families around about this age!) and feeling kind of sad because he felt like all of that was so far away for him... But meeting this person will change that! I mean look at the 10 of cups... That really is his dream... That's why he said it in that interview... You know what I'm soft... Stop! I also think this refers to him perhaps spending more time with his family and being at home with them more. Just being in a home environment with family is important for him in the year ahead... This definitely means his actual blood relative family and family home but I think it also extends to having more non-business related down time with the members and maybe other friends he views as family.

OK, whew... Breather from the feels. The last two cards are actually giving me a message not so much to do with relationships and emotions... At least not directly (it's definitely connected because everything in this reading is connected. It's just talking more about another aspect of life). The Hanged Man and 3 of Pentacles reversed are talking about something being put on hold. Specifically something he's working on as an artist. He's going to need to be patient and be sort of 'zen' about it despite potential frustrations that may arise due to the delay or block.

This is also a time to show restraint when it comes to that fiery King of wands energy that might try to emerge; perhaps this time in the form of anger or frustration. I do also think that tying in more with the subject of the bulk of this reading, he's being advised to have patience in his relationships as well because he will eventually get everything he wants... But just as a master artist puts a lot of hard work into perfecting his craft, so too do we have to be willing to invest time, energy and focus in building our relationships with others. It won't come immediately and without any challenges at all. Patience and perseverance is key.

From the Earth Magic oracle deck, Namjoon got the advice of the Tree : Grounding card (which I thought was so perfect for him). This card speaks of Grounding oneself in earthy energy through connecting with nature (something I think Namjoon already does and finds great peace in). I also see it as him returning to his roots in some way shape or form. I do think he will spend some more time in his family home and will also slowly start planting his own roots in earnest for his future...

The Messages from Your Angels oracle card I got was Grace and Antoinette. It reads:

To help heal this situation, see the other person's point of view with compassion.

This, I think, goes back to an overall theme of connection and relationships in this reading. I'm getting the message 'be considerate' from this card. Try to consider things from all sides and also consider others in general. I think he will have a lot points of view and potential actions and outcomes to consider in the year ahead... But what's new? He's Kim Namjoon. Nevertheless it's clearly part of a major theme and big lesson for him him this year; being conscious of how things he says and does can affect the feelings of others and just being conscious of what others are thinking and feeling in general will be a big thing for him it looks like. Not just because being more considerate is a good thing; being conscious of what others are thinking and feeling may actually protect him somehow.

The numerology of this reading is 9 which is a number which represents completion and reaching the end of a cycle in order to start a new one. Similar to Jungkook, in a sense I think Namjoon is ready to start a new phase in his life and therefore we may well see a new side of him. Not in the sense that he's changing drastically (not in the way Kookie is actually seriously setting about becoming the man he's meant to be) but rather, he will probably reveal more of his thoughts and feelings about certain things... Though hopefully not too much! Happy belated birthday Joonie!

#This reading was so sweet ahhhh #I sincerely hope this potential for love is realised because i do think it's something he's been longing for more lately...#Just... That relationship of equals... A match like that...#And all those big love cards showed up! I-#kim namjoon #bts tarot reading #Namjoon's year ahead birthday reading #Birthday tarot reading #tarot card reading #Ok... gonna go collapse now... zzzzz

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Peachtober | Day 17: Lotus

I didn’t realize this wasn’t in queue, so sorry for this being a few days late!

Hey, guys! Some of you may not know I have a side blog called @iris-idol where I do a sort of self insert kind of thing about my life as an idol. The first part is done at this point and here is a sneak peak of something I haven’t posted it yet.

September 11th, 11:59am

I was so ready for Namjoon’s birthday since he was able to come home from service to celebrate it. I sent him “Happy Birthday, oppa!” at midnight as I planned to do with all of my other members when it was their birthday. We had performed together not too long ago. He had only joined the Army last month. I remember crying so hard when him and the other members of the hyung line left together.

For now, Maknae line had formed a subunit and TXT was having a comeback soon. I was also really excited to finally have an offday just so that we could celebrate with Namjoon for a few hours. Since the show was done, the members that would become Dei5 were in the beginning stages of our trainee lives.

It wasn’t too much right now, just coming up with our concepts to make sure we have clear goals to work towards and stuff like that. Of course we had our deities to research nonstop and there was a ten page essay we had to turn in, written in Korean, to make sure we were making good strides towards understanding what persona we were going to put forward.

For me, that was Iris, goddess of the rainbow and fellow messenger alongside Hermes. A lot of my clothing would be rainbow themed, but also my color was pink. That meant I kept going towards super cute and unicorn imagery. I wanted to do something really aegyo and kawaii but also mix it with hard rock. My Trinket aka symbol was a rainbow rose so there were a lot of duality aspects I could do.

We were going to be a rock-rap group from what BigHit officials told us. I was excited to learn hardcore about rock culture because I had lived it mostly during middle school and high school. It was obvious why I was chosen for the show if they were going for a rock inspired group since I took a lot of vocal inspiration from Adam Lambert and Evanescence.

Alice would be Lyssa, goddess of madness, and her color was black. She had a secondary aka accent color which was silver. She was half Korean and half Aussie, so her blonde hair and blue eyes were completely natural much to people’s surprise. She had been super shocked to be chosen for this group since the final vote was up to the Korean people. Alice was queer. She didn’t put a label on her sexuality and rarely ever specified what she meant other than saying love is love and she wasn’t going to let society get in the way of her heart. Her trinket was a black lace blindfold.

Jun aka Lan Caihe was like our big brother/sister so far. We were pretty sure he was going to be the leader because both Jun and her deity were genderfluid. Jun went by any and all pronouns and liked to dress more closely to a femine aesthetic. Back home, she did drag and made a lot of friends that way. He was the oldest...I think. Anyways, Lan Caihe’s color was green and her symbol was a bamboo flute.

Oppa was Hyojoon, a cutie that was shorter than me and his deity was Igong Hallakgungi and we mostly just called him Halla. By “we” I meant most of the non-Koreans who were on the show because long words are hard. His color was blue. His was the deity of life and death since his deity watched over said garden. Meaning his trinket was also a watering can. Since the show was over, he no longer had to stand out so much. He let his white hair fade and his roots were coming in.

Our youngest was Tristan. He went by Tristan and liked that better than his birth name, so I didn’t think about his actual name. He was a sweet guy and adored me so much. I adored him right back. I called him my little brother, and I meant it. The way he called me Noona was different from how he called Jun or Alice. Like I was his actual big sister. Although we both had other siblings, we treated each other like we had wished our siblings treated us. Basically, I babied him quite a bit. He enjoyed that because he was the oldest of three sisters.

He was kind of like my soul mate. My best friend. My brother.

He then asked me how my training had been and I told it was good. I have honestly just gotten back about a week or so ago. I spent the last month hanging out back home and collecting the rest of my things that I wanted to bring to Korea since I’d be living here from now on.

There was a knock on my door, probably my manager coming to take my phone and tell us lights out. We weren’t allowed to have our phones until after we debuted and after we made a certain amount of revenue.

September 12, 9:21pm

Namjoon oppa had wanted a casual costume party, but I was not a casual person. So I took a shower before showing up to the boys’ dorm in a starry dress. We had planned to make him the center of our galaxy for the night meaning everyone was wearing something with stars or planets or moons on them. Although the trainees from Deify weren’t very close to a lot of the other members of BigHit Entertainment, we had been invited.

Jimin was already redfaced and giggly when I arrived. I bowed and spoke politely to Yoongi who had been a judge on the show as well as everyone else. I wasn’t allowed to drink because we would have meetings and such all day tomorrow. It was mostly just eating and watching videos on the TV.

“It’s nice to see you again, Farai.” Namjoon said my birth name. “You look well.”

“Thank you. You look great too, all healthy. How has your training been, or are you done with that now?”

He handed me a slice of cake, “It’s done with, but I have big news to share with everyone. I guess you can find out first.”

“How come I get to know first?” I asked.

Namjoon shrugged, “You’re good at keeping secrets, and I trust you. Also, you might be able to give me some advice.”

“What do you mean by advice?”

“I’m going to be sent to America for most of my service. They said somewhere in the South, and since you’re from that area, I was hoping you could give me some tips about how to act.” He said, leaning on the counter by the fridge.

“Ah,” I replied. “I see, well. I think you will do a good job because one things I was going to tell you is to be respectful and to call people older than you either ‘Sir’ or ‘Ma’am’. However, you already do that. Hmm,”

I took a moment to think and noticed he was nervously playing with the hem of his new jacket gifted to him by Jungkook.

“Oh, I think this will be a good tip. Two things are really a big deal when it comes to business and older American people. One is eye contact. It shows that you are listening to them and paying attention. Second is a firm handshake. I do not know how you will be treated there, but do your best not to be shy.” I giggled. “Strong but silent is good, though.”

I went on and tried to show him what a firm handshake would be like, his hand lingering in mine as I did my best to explain in English and choppy Korean.

“Iris!” Taehyung turned the corner into the kitchen. “I’m so glad you’re here. I want to show you something.”

So he motioned me over and Namjoon let me join the younger member. Tae had wanted to show me some music and lyrics he wrote for me and was really hoping I could consider adding it to my album. I was taken by surprise. What was I supposed to say?

“Ah, I um. I will try. I will talk to the music producers and see if they will consider it. We are not working on music at this moment, but it sounds really nice. You have grown so much as an artist, Taehyung.” I smiled at him wearing a star spangled beret.

Then we went back to the party for a bit. Trainees couldn’t stay for too long because the grind was just beginning and we were learning Korean. I felt so out of place but also star struck because there were so many idols there. Namjoon was the only one in orangey clothing, so he was easy to find in the crowd.

One of his non idol friends was hitting on me. I was being nice, doing the whole Southern Hospitality thing, but I was not interested in the slightest. He spoke to me in broken English and did his best to hold a conversation with me, so I hung around. Until..

“Will you twerk for me?” He asked.

I bit the inside of my lip and tilted my head, “Um, what?”

“Twerk, you know...with your booty. Like girls in video.” He replied.

“Hahahaha~” Namjoon said, slapping his friend on the back. “Don’t be stupid, Han-hyung. That is really rude.”

The man blinked, “Is it? Really? Is that not just what black girls do?”

“Hahahahahaha~~no. No it’s not. I am so sorry, Farai.”

“I am going to play with Yeontan.” I replied and left them to that.

Tristan hugged me, “Noona~ You look sad.”

“It’s nothing. Just an idiot.” I responded.

“I love you, Noona. You are amazing and strong. Whatever happened, you just add it to reasons why you have to change Korea’s ideas of what someone like you does.” He said, rubbing my back.

“Thanks, my lovely deongsaeng”

Yoongi also wanted to talk to me about my future and songwriting and stuff. He had been a judge on the show, so things were still kind of tense between us. Yoongi had been nice, but I didn’t feel right calling him Oppa just yet. He reminded me that I was going to make the biggest splash as a BigHit artist but also to just focus on being a trainee for now. I would have all my life to deal with the stress of being a foreigner, of being plus size, of having my natural hair, of being dark skinned in Korea. For now, I just had to show that I was an idol first and foremost.

“I promise I will not let you or BigHit down.” I said.

He smiled, “Good.”

Jungkook’s voice called my name next and he said that he wanted me to help with his gift for Namjoon. Right now, it was hard to say no to anyone older than me, especially someone I looked up to. Still, if it made me too uncomfortable, I would have to reject his offer.

“I want to give him birthday kisses. It’s become a tradition now, and I know you have to go soon. I was thinking that we could each kiss one of his cheeks, if that’s ok with you.” The BTS maknae spoke to me in English since he was fluent in it and I was not that fluent in Korean just yet.

“Wouldn’t that be too easy to turn into a scandal of some sort?” I asked.

He waved away my concern, “Don’t worry about what the fans will do. You already have had several dating scandals. Anyways, this is for fun, and I know Namjoon will like it. Don’t you want to see him all blushy and shy?”

I bit my lip and put on a playfully stubborn face, “Maybe…”

Jungkook smiled and we went over to to behind where the birthday boy was sitting. The star eyed maknae counted to three and then both of us leaned down to place a small peck on either of his cheeks.

“Happy birthday, hyung!” Jungkook said.

Namjoon hid his face in his hands, but I could tell he was smiling. Then he looked up at me.

“Et tu, Farai?”

I pointed to his own member, “It was Kookie’s idea.” and giggled, only the color of my skin hiding how I was blushing too.

Alice traced her fingers through mine, “Come on lovebird, we have to go. Work starts early tomorrow.”

I nodded and we told everyone goodnight and farewell.

October 21, 10:33am

I was so ready for Halloween. It was fun trying to come up with ideas of what to do and of course it got turned into a sort of mini promo. When it came down to it, we were basically going to disappear for two years while we trained for Dei5 and wanted to make one final noise before we poofed.

So, we released a short Halloween song and were going to be doing busking in order to promote it. It was a remixed version of “Spooky Scary Skeletons” and all twelve of us who had been on the show were learning a dance for it. We had been working on it for two weeks now, just the dance part. The song was done in about a week. Halloween was in 10 days! Ah, I was living for this.

I knew that what we were doing was simply the tip of the k-pop idol iceberg, but I was just so happy to be busy and doing what I loved. It was frustrating at times since this was all short notice, but I liked it. Today, we worked on gathering costumes for our busking performances. We tried to choose stuff from the same show or franchise, but Imani now understood my distaste towards morph suits. So superheroes were out of the question.

Then we got the idea while playing video games with Sooja and Matthew just a few days ago. Mario characters. Everyone said I had to be Princess Peach, but I wanted to be Peachette. So that’s how we all evolved into all the “-ette” versions of the characters we had chosen. Well, most of us.

I was Peachette, Tristan was Bullet Billette, Alice was Bowsette, Hyojoon was just a regular Boo, and Jun was Yoshette. James was Piranha Plantette, Sooja was Boosette, Matthew had decided to go for Walette while Dongmin decided to be Wariette. Nawoo would be Toad, Gina went for Daisy, and Imani was Rosalina.

We were mostly looking for skirts and dresses. For Dongmin and I who were the two bigger members of the group, literally, we did some online shopping from our phones while everyone else did their things. I was able to get a really long blonde wig to fit my head from a place that Jun told me her drag queen friends always went to.

Jun said he would help me style it to fit Peachette’s hair. I was so thankful for him because I’d be struggling without her.

As my little group of Alice, James, and Nawoo went to the party section to see if the fabric pens were there, my eye caught the cutest arrangement of Halloween gift bags. I looked back at my manager and gave Kyung the best puppy dog eyes I could manage aven pouting a bit. I had talked about doing a project like this before, but he said he didn’t want to spend money on it.

He rolled his eyes and grabbed three packs of 20. He then left us to grab some of the huge bags of candy. I wanted to do something for the people who would be watching us perform. And for Halloween, that’d be candy. The only rule was that I had to make the bags myself. Yeah, that was extra work for myself, but I would always do it for Halloween and Valentine’s Day. The only reason I wouldn’t do it for Christmas is because that was festival season, the most stressful and busy time of the year. I didn’t want to get in the way.

October 31, 3:03am

I had finally finished all of the bags and tied them up. It went faster because of Tristan and Alice helping me, but still. They had extra practice to do to help their dancing skills. Alice was a fantastic dancer, but she didn’t have a great sense of rhythm. I put the last dozen in a wagon that Hyojoon oppa had let me borrow for this since it looked haunted.

Now, I had to go to bed for about seven hours before having to wake up and get ready so that we could be shoved off to perform in Hongdae and Itaewon. They were closer to our dorms than Busan and Ilsan and Daegu.

October 31, 12:30pm

Dei5 had a short meeting where we found out that our official logo would be a lotus, a symbol of rebirth and renewal. It would have five petals for each of us. We would go for a regular sort of symbol, smooth and simple, the lines were not too thick or too thin. It gave us the chance to alter it and remodel it for each comeback. Honestly, it would just be five gold petal outlines with a white center.

It was all that we could talk about with our other members.

I was getting a call from Taehyung during a quick lunch break before we continued dancing. We were at some traditional Korean place and eating bimibap, kimbap, and cold noodles.

“Hello?” I said after swallowing.

“You can’t call her. She can’t know about this.” It sounded like Jimin’s voice in the background.

Taehyung responded, “It’s not like we have many options.”

“If she was invited, you’ll see her there. Do you want to get in trouble with the Mentors?” Jungkook asked, worry and fear in his voice along with concern.

“No, Noona would get mad.” the current middle child said.

“So put down the phone.” Jimin said.

And the line went dead. I stared at my phone confused. What was that all about? Gina asked what the phone call was about and who it was from. I told her it was from Tae but it must have been a butt dial. Whatever, I had noodles to slurp up.

October 31, 7:22pm

Now in full costume, I was ready to dance with the others. I can’t believe it’s been over a month since since Namjon went back to serve. He had a lot of American fans, so he was seen through fan cams. Same went for Hobi, Jin, and Yoongi who mostly did office work. Well, Jin was part of Army Band and Hobi was in another performance Army thing.

“Hey, is it just me, or are there less people out on Halloween than during the day?” Imani asked.

I admitted, “I’ve noticed that too.”

“Do you guys not know?” Sooja asked, extremely puzzled. “Ah, I guess since you’re not usually in Korea during this time of year, and you haven’t been out much because of training, but um. There is a yearly masquerade party that idols go to. Some normies or trainees get invited too, but that is the only way you can go. By invite.”

Tristan added, “Yeah. I honestly thought we would have gotten invited, but I guess they want to train us first.”

Then they went into talking about what kind of rumors surrounded it. How people could go missing if they talked about it or how the person they talked to would disappear. It was very hush hush, like the bedazzled elephant in the room. Everyone who was anyone knew about it and got invited, but no one could really talk about it. Overall, it was a masquerade ball. Oh, I’ve always wanted to go to one of those!

There had been a livestream earlier when we were performing, made people who watched guess who each idol was. It was like a very intense but also fun fandom test. How well did you really know what your faves looked like?

We finally got into Itaewon for the third time today and there were people waiting for us. Like it had been happening all day, but it was still strange to see so many people who wanted to see us. Kyung had surprised me by setting up a total of 200 other goodie bags for fans who came out to watch. Him and the others were dressed in capes.

Our last stop was at N Seoul Tower. My skirt was actually shorter than the original dress just because I didn’t want to have to carry it around and lift it up as I danced. It was a pink lolita dress and Sooja actually had the Toadette/Bowsette crown. She helped make more for all of us.

We would do a Six song set and finish with our Halloween song. I was in three of them with the other members who would make up Dei5. Alice and I did our “No” by CLC cover and we did our easier group choreo afterwards.

Then it was time for “Spooky Scary Skeletons”. The twelve of us got into formation.

“Mortals, Deities, and everything in between~” I spoke.

Matthew added, “We only have one thing to say.”

“Happy Halloween!”

We had cut up the lyrics and such to the famed Halloween song and added two different rap sections for it to help showcase the rappers. I was having such a good time when the first dance break came in and we marched in sync and then posed. It was mostly dance heavy, so it was mostly just remembering what order to do them in. Muscle memory was my best friend in this case.

From the corner of my eyes, I saw the cape wearing staff handing out my little baggies. They were filled with chocolate, non chocolate, and a few trinkets like Vampire Teeth and the like. Also, 100 of the ones that I did not make had special codes in them to get a preorder when our CDs came out. They would have to use them wisely and try not to lose them.

Everyone was given glowsticks too, so we lit up the area more than the tower behind us. Then we all went to the front.

“Boo!”

Stay still for 10 second and then we all held hands and bowed, “Thank you! Happy Halloween! Thank you for all of your support!” and then it was done.

October 31, 10:00pm

I couldn’t help but fall asleep the moment I got home. Yes, it was bad to sleep in makeup and yes I would probably get in trouble for it when I woke up tomorrow because trainees had certain things to follow and wiping off our makeup and doing skincare was one of them. So I’d pay for it later. Right now, it was time to sleep.

I couldn’t help but dream about what it would be like if Namjoon and I danced together at the masquerade ball. The theme would be fire and ice, no jewel tones, no, space. Definitely space and so I could wear a more dramatic version of the outfit I wore to his birthday. However, I would need to be more careful. I was a girl. I was a foreigner and Gods Dammit, I will be an idol.

#BTS #Bangtan #Character: Iris #Iris-idol #@iris-idol #Idol!AU #bwam #ambw #slow burn #extra chapter #Peachtober #Day 17

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Jackpot | pt. I

(Found this picture in @youthstuffs , thank you for posting it)

Genre: Fluff and Crack, I guess...

Warnings: Mentions of lap dance, boner and ejaculation (it’s not smutty, tho)

Pairing: Kim Namjoon x @taesbetch , Kim Namjoon x Reader

Word Counting: 7.6k

Synopsis: Nya spent her whole life in Las Vegas, she would never imagine that local knowledge would ever be useful. However, her vision changed when Kim Seokjin appeared and introduced her to a few friends, film producers, whose needed guidance through Las Vegas underrated places for a movie. She agreed in working for them, and in that moment none of their lives would ever be the same. What happens in Vegas, not always has to be kept in Vegas.

A/N: Heeeeeeeey Nya!! Here is the first part of your one shot (now two shots? Lol), well. First thing first, it’s not a proper romantic chapter, since I used it more for entertainment and slyly making the characters bond, not explicitly making them stay together. It was fun to write and create every place I described (none of them actually exists in Las Vegas, I mean there is something similar to Eleganza & Extravaganza, but in Brazil). I made a bunch of references to RuPaul’s Drag Race, and some from movies (The Hangover, Showgirls, Agent 83, 21, etc). Hopefully you’ll enjoy it, I swear the second part if fluffier and way more what’s expected from an one shot. Forgive any grammatical mistakes. Good reading xX

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The air smelled like whiskey and freshly cleaned wood. The slots were noisy and people yelled at them. The red walls and black carpet covered by footprints. Behind a long and wide curtain, a whole bunch of casino tables were in use. Blackjack making the dollar bills fly from hand to hand, trading them for casino chips. Money was lost and gained. People got in hopeful, chances mostly playing against their odds, but still willing to try and gain a fortune.

— Not everyone is Rain Main, though. - Namjoon said whilst looking through the tables, accompanied by his fellows Jungkook, Yoongi and Hoseok.

— Totally, why are we here anyways? We don’t gamble. You always told me not to play with lucky. - Jungkook held tight on his leather jacket sleeves.

— Do you know how to count cards? It’s illegal. If you get arrested I’ll show up only to mock you in jail. - Yoongi said, but decided to chill and buy a drink, tapping on his back pocket, looking for his wallet, not feeling it. - Shit, I think I lost my wallet with my cards, ID and money.

— You dropped it on the elevator’s floor. - Hoseok threw the wallet in Yoongi’s direction and grinned. - You took an eternity to notice.

— Why did I even brought you guys? Everyone is behaving like underage virgins trying to get in a strip club with an illegal ID. - Namjoon rolled his eyes and stopped, turning around on his calves. - Pull yourselves together, we are here ‘cuz Seokjin told me there’s someone willing to guide us through Las Vegas. It’s a woman and she works here.

— I miss Jin-hyung. He never denied a drink to his pals. - Hoseok said pouting, then getting back to his grinning self. - Is she that clever? Like, we travelled from England to Las Vegas short-noticed, she must be an ace, human map.

— You trust me, I trust Kim Seokjin and he trusts Nya. - Namjoon said and kept walking, looking for the indicated woman. According to her profile picture on Whatsapp, she had a curly brown hair, big dark eyes, with delicate yet strong facial traits. He checked the time on his cellphone, 7 p.m, Nya should finish her shift in one hour, but checking twice never harms.

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Nya was feeling hot with her uniform. Not hot as sexy, but hot in the sense of igniting. Her white long-sleeved shirt was buttoned up, the vest warming everything even more. Not mentioning the constant stinging on her legs, caused by hours standing still distributing cards and, occasionally, trading money for chips. Still irritated, she focused on something else, specifically four koreans lads, dressed in casual clothings and staring around, as if they were looking for someone, Nya knew whom, but couldn’t yell or wave to call, since her manager wouldn’t approve such behavior.

A few months before she met with another korean guy, Kim Seokjin, with his broad shoulders covered by expensive suits, impeccable black hair and sharp tongue. Nya liked to chat with him, and shortly after found out he was looking for a guide to shown places in Las Vegas, affording to pay for the service. Everyone around were trying to get money through gambling, but the lucky one didn’t even touch a slot. Jade earned over US$1 thousand grands for her service.

Not long after, Seokjin contacted again claiming that he had indicated her work for a few friends. Acknowledging how rich he was, then a group of friends could pay even more. Whilst listening to the man explaining who the clients were, Nya was mentally chanting to ‘Billionaire’ by Bruno Mars.

The man sent a contact named ‘Kim Namjoon’. Nya and the new customer discussed additional informations, such as location and time to meet. Of course she knew he could show up earlier to check. Every sane one would confirm.

However, taking an attentive look at Seokjin’s friends, no one impressed her much. They were beautiful, specifically the taller one with lilac hair, Kim Namjoon himself, but also seemed to be a group of penny-pinchers. Great, there goes her ‘Billionaire’ dreams, landing straight on ‘Thrift Shop’ by Macklemore.

Once Namjoon finally detected Nya, he pulled his group of friends in the table’s direction, seating on a vague chair and staring at her, talking politely to the other players: an old lady wearing a thick fur-coat, black hair in a high ponytail and a white man with brown curly hair and using a Gucci sweater.

— Is that a lucky table? My friends here insist in saying I’m a jinx. - Namjoon asked and smiled, making the old lady blush and Nya side grinning.

Hoseok decided to take Yoongi and Jungkook to the bar, leaving the lilac haired man there, but promising to bring him a drink. Namjoon didn’t seem to care, trying to find a subtle way to ask Nya when her shift ends. He wasn’t aware if everyone knew about the side job as a guide.

— Oh, one of my fellows stopped by a few hours ago and played on that same table. When will your shift end? Isn’t that overworking? - Namjoon “casually” questioned. trying his best to sound chill and not psycho.

— Do you want another card, miss? - Nya asked and pulled one ‘red queen’ from the deck of cards, watching how the lady huffed in frustration. - Yes, today I worked literally for two. I’m covering a friend of mine. Thank you for your concern, but my shift ends in… Fifteen minutes.

— Oh, I worked in a bar once. It’s tiring. You should receive extra; - The man with curly brown hair said and asked for another card, completing a Blackjack and hissing in happiness.

Namjoon grinned flashing one dimple, looking at his wallet and casually announcing that he would buy a ‘lucky charm’ (a green drink, actually) before playing and stood up, giving a tip to Nya. Between the bills there was a paper saying he would wait for her at the bar.

Particularly, Namjoon felt stupid about being so secretive, the same did Nya. Behaving like they were trafficking drugs or selling a kidney for the Black Market. However, it also added to the experience of exploring Las Vegas, a Mission Impossible sort of situation.

Oh, Namjoon wished to be wearing a suit to feel like Agent 83, pondering the idea of looking for a phonecase shaped as a shoe.

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— So, what are your names again? - Nya asked walking off the casino door, being followed by the four men. She was now wearing a black skinny jeans, plain white t-shirt and carrying her jacket on one of the arms.

— Kim Namjoon. I’m the one who contacted you. - The tall man with lilac soft hair said, a deep voice matching his very well distributed body form. Nya found him interesting and smart.

— Min Yoongi. - The tiniest one with black hair and round glasses said, whilst checking something on his phone. He seemed a little intimidating, but in certain angles his cheeks became chubby, giving a much cuter air. What a duality.

— Jung Hoseok, but call me Hobi. - The one with blonde wavy hair pronounced, smiling and flashing his small dimples around the mouth. A cheerful aura seemed to surround him, maybe it was all the neon lights coming from every casino and hotel.

— My name is Jeon Seagull. - Jungkook said and watched Nya’s expression switch from playful and calm to confused.

— What? Is that serious? - She asked furrowing her eyebrows.

Everyone laughed loudly, confusing her even more. She never felt comfortable not understanding inside jokes from friends, the brown haired woman felt slightly left out from the conversation.

— No, I’m just kidding. My name is Jeon Jungkook. - He said and shook her hand, smiling and shortly after continuing. - Do you want to know the story behind the whole Jeon Seagull thing?

Before she could answer, Jungkook began telling his story. Apparently the boy with cherry coloured hair used to be an idol in Korea, in a boy group from 15 to 21. When he decided to quit singing dumb songs about girls and conquer his dreams.

— When I chose to become part of that group, the managers decided that Jungkook wasn’t a good name, so based on where I was born they decided to call me Jeon Seagull, supposedly appealing even to fans from outside Korea. - Jungkook said and wagged his hand around. - Well, after years I quitted, graduated in cinema and went to England, where I met these douchebags.

— Is there anyone hungry or just me? I know a place with good and cheap food. - Nya said and glanced in Namjoon’s direction. - It's also very private, so we can discuss my commission and, once again, clarify your intentions, places to visit and contacts needed. Even a girl with good friends requires some checking before confirming.

Hoseok felt his stomach complaining. The peanuts eaten whilst waiting for Nya didn't trick his greedy and quick metabolism. Also, Yoongi was sick worried about some account numbers from the previous project, trying his best to fix finances before engaging in international business, but food and a good cup of coffee would help him think rationally. The men agreed and watched the woman waving her left hand to stop a cab.

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Nya took the group to a small diner. They sat down and ordered some coffee and bagels with cream cheese, as an entrance. ‘The Devito’ had a lot resemblances with Pop's from Riverdale, which itself reminded any 50s diner. Red couches instead of chairs, white tables, everything decorated with vintage chachki and posters. The ambient music (Livin’ On A Prayer by Bon Jovi) provided by a wooden jukebox. The waiters and waitress all dressed in white pants, cream and red plaid shirts, rolling around in expensive looking skates (Namjoon was surprised, claiming he could barely stand still in hard ground. Yoongi confirmed telling that the first time they met, they almost managed to get killed by a bus in London, after the taller one tripped on his feet and nudged him).

Whilst eating bagels and chatting about impersonal topics, Namjoon took a sip from his coffee and began the business talk.

— So, Nya. What's your price? - Namjoon asked not looking straight at the woman’s eyes, trying to see what Yoongi was doing on his phone.

— Hm, it depends. - Nya said, brushing off the conversation with Jungkook about Transformers being sorted in Hogwarts houses (Optimus Prime is totally a Ravenclaw, Bumblebee despite of his colours is a total Gryffindor). - See, Seokjin paid me US$1k because he is rich and cocky, but I accept less. Also, I take in count how dangerous wherever you want to visit is. I ain't gonna risk my neck for a few dimes. Also, if I understood it right, then we’ll be together from now til morning, did I get it? Maybe a bit of the afternoon, but since I worked two shifts today, conquered the right for a day off.

— Fair and right. - Yoongi said and popped his tongue, putting his phone down and digging in relief. - See, we can pay US$600 for your job, maximum. You are not going to take us in dangerous places, mainly because we are tracking and trying to rent establishments for filming. I personally don't think it's secure to break in a crack house, aimed with expensive professional cameras, and other cinematic knick knack. At least not with an indie production budget.

— Oh, I get it, but you still didn't clarify what kind of places we are going. - Nya looked at Yoongi, but shortly after glanced in Namjoon's direction again. - Where do you want to go tonight, sir?

— Our new project is rather bold, and sassy, and if you want to use the right vocabulary, then it's also fierce. - Namjoon said smiling, not a large full of teeth kind of smile, but a proud and dimpley one. - We want to attend Drag Queen clubs, stripclubs, bars, cheap hotels and stores, specifically department stores and somewhere to buy wigs.

The woman tried to imagine their upcoming movie, with drag queens, strippers, cheap clothings, alcohol and possibly a whole load of LGBT representation. Yeah, Namjoon made the right choice, Las Vegas had everything they needed for under loan prices. She herself knew people who could snatch someone's face to star in a movie. Differently from Seokjin (who paid for attending comedy shows, expensive hotels, top knot restaurants, he also wanted to meet famous people, and Elvis matchmaker. His movie was cliche, a common romcom), Min Yoongi, Kim Namjoon, Jung Hoseok and Jeon Jungkook wanted to go further, know the veins and core of Vegas. Entertainment in it's raw and most interesting form. Nya was excited.

— This sounds so amazing. It seems like a match between Priscilla and Showgirls. - Nya spoke wistfully and with a lightweight looking face. - What's the movie about?

— Well. First thing first, our last project wasn't very acclaimed and complimented by critics. They said the movie was predictable, quality so low compared to previous releases. Deception, that vastly said word really bugged us. - Hoseok took the word and began talking, tapping his long and skinny finger on the cold table material. - After a few weeks thinking and searching, me and our main writer, Taehyung, decided to dive in LGBT culture. Months of writing and studying brought us the golden idea.

“A famous drag queen in Vegas, confident and talented. She spent her life dancing and lip syncing for money bills during night, whilst writing for a local newspaper on the astrology column during day. One night, though, during a show she meets with a drag king. - Hoseok took a sip from his coffee and continued. - That night changed everything, Moonchild, as we named the character, learns what love is and how narrow minded LGBT community itself is, cuz between drinks and night outs with Jimmy Humble, she finds out he is actually a transman. They also meet a girl working on the same restaurant as Jimmy, and she is a stripper dealing with some problems related to genetics. The story is very angst, fluff, defying… Fierce.”

— I already know where to take you. - She pronounced and drank the last bit of coffee. - Also, I won't charge the guidance with a simple condition: you guys will employe and give screen time to a few people I'm going to introduce. Genius artists with a career slamming on their backs, but poor chances of starring something without incentive and purpose.

Namjoon and Yoongi glazed down at her with a weird expression. No grand service comes for free. Was Nya being serious? Guiding a bunch of foreigners through Las Vegas streets charging not even a dollar? They stared at each other, having a silent talk, the kind of talk only people really close can have.

— Ok, so you don't want the US$600? You are willing to drag us around for free, only with a guarantee that we are hiring a few friends of yours? - Yoongi asked, raising one eyebrow, suspicious, almost suspecting on her kindness.

— Yeah, you got it. - She confirmed and put both hands together on her own lap. - You pay my friends and I give you informations obtained after years wandering around Las Vegas.

— Geez woman, if Seokjin mentioned you were Jesus Christ level of humble, then I'd have brought something for you to bless, or I don't know, a leprous to cure. - Jungkook told between chuckles. - You are a saint.

— Don't exaggerate, Kook. - The lilac-haired man slapped lightly the younger's hand. - But in fact, it's very humble of you. Although, we will still pay for cab and every meal or drink you have. We are not Scrudges after all. Except for Yoongi, he has a scorpion in his wallet poisoning whoever tries to spend more than the affordable.

They ordered dinner (burgers with cheddar and barbecue sauce). Hoseok stood up and had a toast in Nya's name.

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After having a great dinner, and Namjoon paying for her, Nya decided to begin the night by heading to a bar. Mainly because it was near and they could get there in five minutes. Also, she knew who owned it, even though nothing glamorous would be seem, the place could be weirdly welcoming with cheap drinks, bitter beer and mostly mushy peanuts.

The establishment was small. Diego, an immigrant from Mexico, opened his pub in 1991 and struggled to keep it alive, until a horde of hipster decided to use his place as a meeting place, boosting his cashier.

Rustic but endearing. Namjoon felt amazed by how both adjectives coexisted perfectly. Las Vegas had so many bright neon lights and huge bars with overpriced HORRIBLE drinks, yet Nya managed to find somewhere small and cozy. Even though Yoongi complained about how weird the peanuts and pistachios tasted, they agreed on considering it to rent as a location to film, discussing how to fit flawlessly with the script.

The walls were light green full of colorful images from beautiful latina women, contrasting with the plain black floor. Small brown tables with two plastic chairs each. The drinks served weren't diversified, basic and some of them traditionally from Mexico. Kim Namjoon paid a round of tequila for everyone and turned his shot in a gulp.

The lilac haired man was paying attention to Nya, who chatted animated with the owner, a tanned man with a shaved face and big cheeks, bald and skinny, beside his preeminent belly, result of years drinking doses and doses of beer. They seemed like family, catching up on how Cousin Shirley is no longer working for him, because she moved to New York binging graduate college there. Also, Namjoon overheard something about a relative dead after trying to cross the border between USA and Mexico.

Sad. Nya’s expression turned from lightweight and joyful to sorrow. Apparently she knew the dead man and couldn't attend his funeral. Namjoon took another shot of tequila and tried to focus on Yoongi and Hoseok fitting the bar into a scene, apparently there was a moment where Jimmy Humble tries to mingle among cisgender people in a bar, but the result is saddening.

Jungkook was a clever guy, genius filming and editing, but very naive on daily basis. Whilst chatting with the bartender he decided to play arm-wrestling, even though the lady clearly had the task of carrying gallons filled with beer, so she was strong, toned and tanned arms, wide shoulders and a pin-up tattooed on her biceps, the face delicate, like a sunflower surrounded by black curls instead of petals. Beautiful, a very beautiful young lady, whose beat Jungkook three times in a row.

The guide in charge dried a small tear and glanced at the lilac haired man. He was quiet and observant, whilst his friends were mingling and socializing (or like Yoongi, just chatting with someone here and there), Kim Namjoon observed and drank from a huge mug of beer, such as soaking his brain in new visual information, reading the place and absorbing its story and culture. Nya liked that about him, even meeting him for a few hours now, she could tell Namjoon's soul had been around for ages. Hoseok and everyone else were smart, but the tall guy was wise.

— Why did you choose to become a movie director? - Nya sat beside Namjoon and queried, shortly after took a sip on her own beer (“Here mi hija, a treat from Tio Diego. Give your silent friend one too”).

— I don't know. - Namjoon replied, mind still wandering around the bar, asking himself if Tio Diego actually met all the ladies framed around in pictures. - I actually started working with audio, producing music and stuff, but after a couple years only dealing with sounds bored me. I was happy, but not joyful. So I decided to change a little and start a job with movie soundtracks. Not long after and directing became an interest. So I joined college to study cinema. Now I’m the Captain Kirk of my Enterprise, controlling the british indie cinematography market, and all with my oldest friend Spock, as known as Min Yoongi.

— Interesting. Deeply interesting. - Nya cooed and soaked her throat with a long sip of beer. - Have you never considered the idea of working for big studios? Like, Paramount?

Before properly answering, Namjoon chuckled and took his phone from one of the pockets, unlocking it and looking for something on internet. He passed the mobile to Nya’s hand. Shining under her sight was a movie poster of a man dressed like a doctor, butterflies flying around him.

— Butterfly Voices. - They said in sync, however Kim continued speaking in a slow pace. - Three years ago I tried to get in the selective environment of mainstream cinema. I spent years working on a script worth of Hollywood. My great chance appeared, I held it with teeth and claws. The budget wasn't great, mainly because most people weren't aware of me. After the release, tabloids spread false informations about how much the film cost, also whenever you hit a great public in theaters and become a so called ‘popular director’, critics seems to get dumber. Their criticisms about Butterfly Voices weren't serious, only mean comments on nonexistent things. After understanding how poisonous fame is, I decided to go focus again in producing my independent movies. It's less tiring and weary.

— Oh my god. Is that the movie about the doctor who married another doctor, and after his wife passed away her spirit became a kind of guide, helping him to make decisions and ace surgeries? - Nya questioned and Namjoon nodded quietly. - I cried like a baby when her soul began fading after a psychiatrist friend gave him pills to schizophrenia, and he realised his wife's image was nothing but a trick from his widowed mind. You are a good director.

— Thank you. It's a pity Rotten Tomatoes critics didn't have the same thought. They classified Butterfly Voices as frustrating and merciless, on the edge of a low budget Sixth Sense. - The lilac-haired was feeling comfortable around Nya, maybe the alcohol began kicking, or maybe she was actually chill and trustworthy. - I never really talked about my experience with mainstream cinema. Everyone always looks up on my finances, criticizing and judging how much less money I gain from producing indie movies, of course comparing with what I got paid in Hollywood. I don't care about it. My mental health is a priority, and dealing with popularity amongst tabloids made me have anxiety attacks.

— Yeah. Michael Jackson tried to advise us. Only the fools ignored the King of Pop. - Nya slipped one hand and touched lightly Namjoon's pinky, blushing and watching him smirk with her side vision.

They stayed there, touching pinkies and nonspeaking for over ten minutes, until Jungkook came closer and asked when they were heading to another place. In Namjoon's opinion the young cherry-haired lad got tired of losing to Tania in arm wrestling, even though he would never admit it.

— Where are you taking us now, Nya? - Yoongi turned to look at her with smiley eyes, matching his gummy grin.

— Let me see… What about a bar RuPaul's Drag Race themed? - She scratched her own chin, as if expressing doubt. - Then a strip club where I know a few girls.

— It's a yes from me. - Hoseok yelled from one of the corners.

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— Glamour. EXTRAVAGANZA. Fierce. Bang! Bang! Bang! Yaaaaas kweeeeeen! - Hoseok got in ‘Drag mode’ as soon as they arrived, making the use of every LGBT slang he knew.

— Hobi, I'm telling you this as a friend, don't overuse your drag vocabulary. - Namjoon said putting one hand on his shoulder. - I don't want to be kicked out a place cuz my friend is borderline offensive when gets excited.

— Don't you throw shade at me, henny. - Hobi replied and poked out his tongue.

— You really made a deep research before writing the script, didn't you? - Nya raised an eyebrow in Hoseok’s direction.

— Absolutely. - Hoseok answered mimicking Gia Gunn [a Drag Race competitor from season 6].

Despite the long waiting line, Nya's contact allowed them to get in before everyone else. The group entered and took a sit on one table decorated with glitter and a menu where foods and drinks were named after RuPaul’s Drag Race queens. Ambient itself was pure glam, with pink walls ornate tiles and frames of quotes, queens, RuPaul herself, etc. On a huge TV screen was airing an old episode of RPDR. Waitress were all in drag, most of them looking like Trixie Mattel, but with slightly less makeup.

— Hm, I'll have the same as always, Peeps. A ‘Naomi Smalls’ with extra ice. - Nya pronounced after asking how the waitress in front of them was doing lately. - What do you guys will want?

— I don't know, this Monique Heart seems amazing, but I'm not in the mood for ice cream and Coca-Cola. - Yoongi cooed and stared down at the menu, turning the page and his eyes began glowing. - Oooh I want a Cuba Libre, I mean, a Bianca Del Rio.

— I will have one of my favourite queen. - Hoseok said and popped his tongue, again, for the fiftieth time in ten minutes, chosing a drink made of strawberry juice and vodka. - Make me an Alyssa Edwards, please. Okurrrr?

— I'm so sorry for my friend. - Namjoon said and rolled his eyes. - I want a portion of ‘backrolls’ [basically fried pork] and one Charlie Hides, I prefer Guinness, but I can have whatever beer it is.

— Gosh, there are over 100 options. - Jungkook pointed out, still paging through the menu, eyes brightening after seeing an Amarula drink. - But, a Bebe Zahara it will be.

— Nice choices. I particularly prefer a dose of Adore Delano with portions of Latrice Royale. - Peeps told and wrote their order in a beautiful calligraphy, leaving quickly right before.

— I loved this place. I’m gagging, bish - Hoseok chanted, smiling so big you could see his molars. - Namjoon, I know we won't film here, image copyright and all, but can we help them out? Announcing their establishment during the movie.

Namjoon sighed deeply and glanced at Yoongi. They spoke again with looks and eyebrow raises.

— As long as they don't charge a fortune to borrow their front door, we can try to get an agreement. - Yoongi affirmed petting Hobi’s forearm.

Nya kept on admiring Namjoon. Everyone seemed so chaotic or worried whilst himself, the boss in charge, was chill and mostly unimpressed, even surrounded by tall men dressed in drag and serving food. How could he not even express amusement to everything around? Wasn't it all different enough? She wasn’t getting paid for guiding them, but still would feel so much better having at least a glimpse of his approval. Jungkook was clearly rolling on joy like a pig in mud, Hoseok after spending so much time searching and digging in LGBT culture, had the time of his life in a RPDR themed bar, Yoongi felt content with good drinks and slowly solving their filming location problem. But what about Namjoon?

Well, he was sipping on his beer and chatting mostly with Yoongi, occasionally smiling and flashing dimples. The neon lights reflected and turned his hair even more purple, also turning Jungkook’s wires into a brighter cherry red. They seemed comfortable, which was great. Nya reminded when some homophobes tried to destroy the place by throwing rocks and setting fire. Eleganza & Extravaganza almost turned into ashes and dust. However, allies and LGBT folks raised money to reconstruct everything broken or burned.

The woman felt tempted to ask for a sneak peak on the script, but they would never reach that level of intimacy in only two hours. Her relationship with them was strictly professional by now, even having fun and possibly end up getting wasted in Las Vegas.

Nya loved her self-proclaimed job.

It’s not like Nya used to guide people around Las Vegas often, actually the first time was when Jin offered cash, in exchange of a sightseeing based on a local point of view. As he said, no one knows good places better than someone residing there. Even not expressing, meeting new clients made her restless for days, always rattling or zoning out. What if the experience end up being a deception? Despite Seokjin compliments, every single one has a different predilection, maybe bringing them to places she thought were appropriate and not regular ones, could go right or could go wrong.

Fortunately, Yoongi cackling and almost choking over Jungkook trying to sip his drink through with the nose, oh small - yet unbelievably bizarre - moment like those boosted her confidence. Nya laughed out loud when Hoseok punched Jeon’s shoulder:

— You better respect this temple, you heathen, RuPaul faithless. - The blonde one pronounced in a mocking tone. - We ain’t here to parteeey.

Namjoon rolled his eyes and slapped lightly the back of Hoseok’s head. They definitely were having fun.

The lilac-haired man was also admiring Nya. As someone living off of a business where, in its essence, who you know defines who you are, watching someone with so many contacts amused him. Although, what actually got his attention was how caring the woman behaved towards everyone, she literally spoke to whoever approached them as relatives. Uncle Diego, Aunt Tania, whilst the waiter/waitress were treat like cousins. It seemed like outcasts from Las Vegas were her family.

How did she knew so many people? Nothing plausible actually occurred to him.

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After leaving the Eleganza & Extravaganza a bit tipsy, one more drink and Namjoon would lose control over Hoseok and Jungkook, so he decided it was time for finding a strip club, since one of the characters worked as a stripper. After jumping in a cab and Nya saying where to take them, everyone agreed in not having more alcoholic beverages until the end of night. As if.

The cab dropped them in front of a very common-looking strip club. Seriously, it was almost comic on how stereotyped the place seemed to be. Teets had a huge neon billboard with a female body traced in red, a huge bodyguard (whose looked a lot like Thing from Fantastic Four, before being turned into a walking rock), no line though. Nya hugged that man and waved at Namjoon and his friends.

— Uncle Ben, those are friends of mine and we need to get in Teets. - Nya stated smiling brightly, one of his HUGE arms around her small shoulders, whilst she pointed at Namjoon. - This is Kim Namjoon, Jung Hoseok, Min Yoongi and Jeon Jungkook, they are entrepreneurs from the cinema business and need a location for their upcoming release.

— Hi guys, nice to meet more friends of Nya. - So called Uncle Ben shook hands with everyone. Jungkook and his nerdy ass really inquired if everything was a dream or a joke, someone looking like Thing from Fantastic 4, with the same name, but changing everything when “uncle” word appeared first. A punchy Jeon Jungkook looked around trying to find cameras, Human Torch or someone, ironically, named Peter Parker. - Nice to know you guys are interested in using Teets as a location, they could make the use of some promotion.

— Well, we are here and willing to help. - Hoseok babbled and grinned, still fazed by their previous location.

— I’ll let you guys in, but don’t do anything stupid. I don’t want to kick your arses out of stablishment. - Uncle Ben sounded serious, and no one wanted to play with Uncle Ben.

Ben stepped aside and allowed them in. Jungkook, who was biting inside his cheeks desperately trying to contain any unnecessary commentary, turned around and said, with brawn and brain.

— We will behave. With great powers comes great responsibility. - Jungkook felt flushed, yet content and relieved. Namjoon and Yoongi on the other hand almost choked, considering the idea of kicking the youngest one out themselves.

The black hallway, illuminated by dirty yellowish lights, was full of pictures, mostly old Playboy Magazine posters and covers, but a few original pictures from their most successful strippers also existed. Before reaching the main room, where the stage and bar resided, Nya stopped them and turned around.

— So there are a few advices I feel the need to give. - Nya cleared throat, scratching the back of her neck uncomfortably. - First: don't touch the girls, unless you pay for more physical contact, or they find you cute. I don’t know how strip clubs in United Kingdom works, so better to be safe than sorry. Second: lap dances will most definitely happen, so just try not to get stuck in the heat of the moment, ‘cuz no one would feel comfortable around an unsolved boner.

She swung her weight from one foot to another, trying to gather words. Nya knew a few girls working there, some actually used to be classmates during high school. Old friendships and, just like every other, valuable ones.

— Some of the girls I want to be casted are here. - She mumbled, mentally thanking God for the soundproof walls. - I know them every since high school. Carol studied scenic arts, but never succeed. Whilst Sasha, Gabe and Sharon deserves a better life, maybe a bit of help by appearing in a movie could push their careers. Don’t make anything inappropriate, please.

— Scout promise, Ma’am. - Yoongi made an “X” shape in front of his chest.

— Good. Now let’s go. - She opened the red door and heard the loud music invade her ears. “Purple Rain” by Prince blasting the old soundsystem. - Welcome to Teets, boys.

The lighting was weak, yet a bar with colourful bottles could be seen across the room, surrounded by small teal benches. Tables and chairs were placed around a medium sized stage, where a pole stood still (with a naked woman dancing around it). A common strip club, with a few men sitting and watching the blonde lady swinging her nude hips sensually, some ladies in latex clothing or lingerie wandered around, serving drinks and giving lap dances. All four men tried not to focus on them, finding details everywhere.

Nya took a sit next the stage, watching how chill Hoseok, Yoongi and Namjoon acted, contrasting completely with Jungkook’s behavior. The young man was shifting uncomfortably on his seat, his adam’s apple bobbing up and down, if you paid attention could even see tiny droplets of sweat pooling around his hairline, never looking straight at the stage.

Namjoon and Nya leaned close to each other, getting lost in a conversation about how the atmosphere smelled like incense. According to her, the owner is brazilian so he always orders tons of Dama da Noite scented incense (a nightly blooming flower from Brazil) and purposely lights them close to air ducts, making air steamy. The effect caused was a sort of erotic odour consuming and confusing everyone's senses. Gossip says some men can get horny only by the expectation brought by the ambience built around.

Jeon Jungkook was clearly one of those men.

After a few more minutes of “Purple Rain”, Cherry Pop left the stage with a few dollar bills in hands. Jungkook took a deep breathe and relaxed. Unlucky, his whole body tensioned again when another song began and a woman with ebony coloured hair braided to perfection, curvy silhouette made of wide hips and natural boobs covered by a set of black and lacy lingerie, connected to a pair of sheer socks by garters, high heels emphasizing how toned her legs were. The woman's body was so far from being a small frame, yet sexy and attractive as hell.

— Guys, this is Carol, her stage name is Cristal Malone. - Nya cooed in awe. No one would ever deny how heavenly gorgeous she looked.

The air seemed to get heavier and sexier, “Voodoo” by Patrick Paige II played around them, Carol swayed along with the music. Jungkook wanted to avert the gaze and focus in somewhere other than her, but something on how she moved around lightly and feeling every note wouldn't allow him. It was hypnotic, she captured his glare and wouldn't release. When garters were abandoned close to Jeon's eyesight, the expectation for seeing more of her beautiful bare frame grew stronger.

Nonetheless, Carol knew who the guys drooling at front row were, Nya told about them and mentioned a chance of appearing in a movie. Decided to convince of her professionalism, she walked slowly around stage and went down stairs, grabbing dollar bills from admirers and leaving it close to her garters. Mentally playing eenie meenie miney mo, Cristal Malone chose who would be the lucky one to receive a special lap dance.

When she stopped in front of Jungkook and stared down at him, he felt his pants tightening more, but his amusement wasn't showing, the doe eyes were widened and almost jumping their orbits, cursing silently how odds weren't at his favour. She looked even better closer, carved features in a smooth caramel skin, irises shining like black pearls, a thick trace of eyeliner, mouth painted with a lustful shade of glossy red. Somehow, the atmosphere made Jeon smell of sex around. Carol looked at him with one eyebrow raised slightly, sensing his tension and grinned for nanoseconds, assuming her dominant position again. Taking advantage of the exact moment when one song changed to another, she lightly pushed his legs open, following the tempting rhythm of “Earned It” by The Weeknd.

Carol positioned herself over one of his muscled thighs, not sitting straight there, moving hips front and back, left and right, watching how his arms were pushed behind the chair, one hand holding the other. Getting closer and allowing his upper body to touch hers, Jungkook almost passed out. His face expressed a mix of embarrassment, excitement and, deep down, lust. Carol moved a leg to the side, getting off his leg and posing her hands where body was previously touching.

Using the hook between the verse and the chorus, she turned around and sat on his crotch, moving along with The Weeknd's voice.

Jungkook zoned out in the moment Carol sat on his thigh. His mind and body weren't connecting, not when his thinking head felt embarrassed and the down one was clearly enjoying some friction. Rationally wishing to be someone else, bodily drinking from every moment. That confusion made his penis semi-hard, not being able to get fully erect considering the situation. He wanted to melt, but also be there. How would Jeon face his hyungs after that particular show? HOW WOULD HE FACE NYA? Why the song seemed to last forever, yet so short?

Whilst Carol made Jungkook feel a mix of excitement and embarrassment, Namjoon, Yoongi and Hoseok were surprised and a bit jealous. Lucky little bastard. Nya knew the stripper would do it, but never imagined the exaggeration.

The song was about to end, Jungkook sunk down on the chair when an already known satisfying feeling ran through his veins, like electricity. He came on his pants and the combo excitement+embarrassment was replaced by a profound shame. Cumming on his pants like a teenager.

The stripper got back on stage ready to continue her routine of striptease. Yoongi threw a US$20 bill and blinked. Jungkook's face grew redder every second, he turned around and said to Namjoon, stuttering and almost crying.

— I gotta change my pants.

— Why? Oh… - A very flustered and wide-eyed Namjoon held a chuckle down his throat. It was tragically comical. Jungkook had to change his pants.

After a few moments deciding what to do, their focus was no longer on Cristal Malone. Namjoon turned and told Nya what happened, she looked at Jungkook and stood up. Everyone followed her lead in the bar's direction, Jungkook walking weirdly and feeling, almost hearing the spunk sticking to his underwear.

— Hey Abby. - Nya waved for the bartender, a middle aged woman, with greyish ginger hair pulled back in a ponytail, brown eyes and peaceful features. - Do Teets still has the Lost & Found?

— Hey Nya, how are you? - Abby was drying cups and glasses. - Yes, it's in the back now. Close to where the girls change.

— I won't use some pervert’s trousers! - Jungkook exclaimed, hands firmly covering his crotch. - How does someone forgets its pants?

— You don't have plenty of choices, Kook. - Hoseok couldn't look straight at his friends. Even feeling aroused himself (thankfully he decided to semituck his dick), at least he didn't ejaculate.

— See, I warned about what was about to happen. Why don’t you use something from them? So we can drive to a convenience store or 24/7 Walmart to buy you new trousers? - Nya was deadly serious, even internally giggling.

The group began considering every possibility. Jungkook was zero into the idea of picking something from their Lost & Found, whilst Namjoon agreed with Nya, Hoseok defended the idea of gaining a few dimes by allowing Jeon to perform a striptease (“C’mon prudes! We all know there are a lot of bisexual guys around, and a bit more money is never too much”), Yoongi ordered a tonica and sipped without opinating, watching when one of the girls in latex approached and pronounced startling everyone.

— Hmm, I couldn’t stop myself from listening. Sorry. Hi Nya! - Her hair was a wavy and pink, skinny body with thin thighs, using a latex black leotard and knee-high boots. - Is the Jungkook lad someone open-minded when it comes to fashion? One of the girls who quit last week left a few pieces of clothing, and there is a long skirt. She had a waist about his size.

— Hi Sasha. Thank you, if Jungkook is okay with using skirts, then it’s better than nothing. - Nya stared at the youngest of them. - Oh where is my politeness? These are Namjoon, Hoseok, Yoongi and, well, Jungkook. They are the film producers I mentioned earlier.

— Well, it’s better than using a pervert’s trouser. - Jungkook still felt uncomfortable, giving his most sincere half-hearted smile. - Nice to meet you, Sasha. Where do I grab my new skirt?

— Nice to meet you, Sasha. - Yoongi flashed his best gummy smile at her and then turned to Jungkook. - With some lucky, your skirt will match your whole outfit.

— Fuck you, hyung. - Jungkook got even more flushed.

- x - x - x - x -

— How’s the feeling of wearing a skirt? - Namjoon mocked Jungkook, watching him spin around and staring at the mirror, checking his reflection with a long navy-blue skirt.

— Well, my balls and ding dong are dangling freely, it’s a bit chilly, but at least it’s not stained with cum… I hope. - Jungkook was feeling himself and, honestly, enjoying the experience. Also, the skirt matched his outfit. - Although, I still want to buy a new pair of trousers and fresh underwear. Where is the nearest Walmart?

They were all sprawled around in a pink and small dressing room, crowded with one or two girls walking around and gathering their costumes. Hoseok found a few pieces of clothing from previous special shows, the last one was Cabaret themed so dazzles, sequins and feathers were everywhere. Yoongi studied how cameras could be positioned around. Nya was sitting on a fluff couch close to where Jungkook stood, Namjoon beside her.

— I liked here. - Namjoon threw his head back, staring at the ceiling. - Not only the girls, they are gorgeous and all, but the ambience seems appropriate for our movie. Carol is casted for sure, Sasha, Gabe and Sharon are also amazing, Jungkook never felt more pampered in his whole life. It’s quite a lot, considering he used to be an idol.

— They are amazing, I’m happy you guys liked it. - Nya smiled and Namjoon thought it was probably the most adorable thing ever, a sincere kind of smile. - I’m also glad Jungkook behaved so well next to Carol, she played dirty giving him that intense lap dance. He was clearly the most tense.

— Honestly, I don’t judge Jungkook. If Carol sat on my lap like she did with him, I’d probably bust a nut as well. She is hot. - Namjoon was embarrassed after pronouncing such words, but he felt madly comfortable around Nya.

— Oh, I don’t judge too. I’d also bust a nut if Carol ever sat on me. - Nya looked at Namjoon and saw his wide-eyes, laughing right after and watching him chuckles. His adorable dimples could kill someone.

Namjoon got distracted by Hoseok fazed with a huge fur coat which covered his whole body. It wasn't impossible to understand why Nya accepted and enjoyed that place, in contrast with what it looked like, Teets wasn't a regular strip club. There were way too many costumes, from cabaret to pimp or odalisque. The purple haired man questioned why.

— Everyone dreams of something. Most girls working here wished to become actresses, but somehow never reached it. - Her eyes became a bit sorrow, but got bright in nanoseconds. - Fábio, the manager and owner, understood and decide to help them a little. Twice a month their performances are themed. The girls chooses a subject and prepare presentations based on it, so they can play a character. Fábio also always encourage them to create a personality to their stage names. Cristal Malone is a dominatrix, Cherry Pop was inspired by Harley Quinn, Fendi Dust is based on Liz Taylor's interpretation of Cleopatra.

If there were any doubts in regard of renting the place, they vanished immediately.

To be continued...

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hjh-ceilo-monster · 5 years

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Elemental AU (3J project)

Summary : You were the warrior of your kingdom.Now your kingdom was endangered as the black magical creatures try to control the whole kingdom.You should find the 3 elements in order to protect your kingdom and that's the only choice since the dark kingdom already get 4 elements.It's your kingdom and other three left that they didn't take the power away.You started your journey for many days before you found them.You didn't know that the elements also had protectors and they were...

Jung Hoseok : Fire element

-Duality of shining aura when he's happy and the anger burning when he's furious.Make him like a fire that lit up.Although it could give you warmness but can also burn you alive.

-When he use the power,his eyes will turn into shiny amber orange orbs.The ability of him is lighting up the fire anywhere and anytime he want.As long as he stay has the fuel or oxygen to start.Also when he angry,his body will turn into fire bit by bit.The only one who can calm him is Jungkook.As his friend control the power of water element.

-The Giant Fire lion is the sign of the gaurdian for fire element.Combining the soul of the pretector of fire and the mythical creature gardian will add up into a whole new level of fire element.

Park Jimin : Wind element

-The cute boy whose movement so smooth and look calm like wind blow.He's the representative of the wind himself according to his mood.If he calm,the wind would be calm.If he get angry,the wind would turn into a storm with rain and lighting afterward.

-The eyes shine into the dust grey coloured when he use his power.His ability is in every move that he make,combine with the wind.He can create any form of wind from a breeze to a tornado.Every move from him has a meaning which make the enemy feel confuse to know what's going to come up.

-The chinese crane is the sign of the gaurdian for wind element.Combining the soul of the pretector of fire and the mythical creature gardian will add up into a whole new level of wind element.

Jeon Jungkook : Water element

-Youngest who look calm but a little secretive.He’s like a current of the sea that didn’t change easily but when he change,huge effect would come afterward.But he isn’t that kind to show what’s inside his head.But as the youngest,he usually acts like a dork around those two.

-The eyes with deep blue sea coloures is a sign of him using the power.His ability is to bring waterup from somewhere and use it as a weapon.Controling them and tranform them into many things he desire.Literally just a drop of water he touch,he can change that drop into many kind of form like ice,snow, or even make rain.

-The dark blue dragon is the sign of the gaurdian for water element.Combining the soul of the pretector of fire and the mythical creature gardian will add up into a whole new level of water element.

Bonus since the photo that I edit didn’t look clear enough....

credit photo : pinterest (randomly pick up) + my edition

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sugakookiesbutbadass · 6 years

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💜 Soft Bias Tag 💜

i was tagged by the two lovelys at @bts-soccer-moms to do the most adorable tag ever ~ tysm this was so much fun!!

1. Who is my bias?

my favourite muscle bunny jeon jungkook, kookie, nochu, love of my life

2. What made you notice them?

“Dope” was my first bts mv and i swear it was legitimately love at first sight (that police uniform got me whipped from the start but shhh) i’ve never chosen a bias that quick in my life tbh i didn’t even know what a bias was back then and i already knew it was going to be him (cheesy i know) also when i started watching more bts content i fell for his honey vocals, his big sparkly eyes, his cute bunny smile, and he’s just my ideal boy you know? he’s beautiful and talented what more can i say?

3. What’s your favourite thing about them?

i know everyone says this about their bias but honestly can you blame us? of course the answer is everything! i love everything about him, his passion and ambition for music, his big heart and love for his hyungs, his cute mannerisms, his will to strive to become the best at whatever he sets his mind to, he’s not only beautiful on the outside but he’s infinitely beautiful on the inside

4. Who would initiate skinship more?

i think at the beginning probably me? mostly because he's such a shy shy boy but also i think once he's more comfortable it will be pretty balanced between us

5. Who would hog the blankets more?

either neither of us or him bc i'm literally a human heater so i don't really need to hog the blankets that much plus if he just cuddles up to me he wouldn't need to hog them anyways ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

6. Who would be more clingy?

i don't think either of us are that noticeably clingy but if it's just us and not in public then perhaps me?

7. Who would say “I love you” first?

hmmm is it cheesy if i say we happened to say it at the same moment bc it finally felt right? lolol but idk i think maybe he would to say it first cuz it takes me a while to finally admit things so yeah

8. Who easily be more flustered?

oh man i think we both tie in this one but i’d like to think that i can hide it better than him, i mean have you seen the stuttering mess kookie is when his hyungs catch him off guard poor bun bun

9. What cuddling position would you two have?

please refer to this taekook moment as a point of reference

10. Which colours remind you of him?

two colours come to mind:

~ golden honey yellow: he's not the golden maknae for nothing, also like i've said before, his honey vocals make me melt every time and he's also the sweetest boy so of course he reminds me of honey plus he looks so precious whenever he wears yellow

~ a deep bold red: it reminds me of the fire and raw passion in his eyes as he performs, the energy he exerts when he dances, and just that alluring presence he holds when he knows he's owning the stage

tldr: kookie is 💛✨🍯 and jungkook is ❤️🔥🎤

11. What season would you like to spend with them?

summer! i want to have all the fun in the world with him without any worries or cares in the back of our minds, i want to have cute amusement park dates, ice cream at the park dates, bowling alley and arcade dates, everything and anything, we could go out to the pier, stargaze, the whole shabang

12. Who would bake the cookies and who would steal the batter?

based on the cooking run bts episodes, i think he'd be better in the kitchen than me tbh and i'm not much of a baker but i will help if i see someone else baking but also low key so that i can sneak a bite or two

13. Which one of you would make bad puns and how would the other react?

i think both of us would crack a pun every now and then and the other person would just sigh and roll their eyes but also quietly chuckle and note to themselves to one up the other person in the future

14. Who would want to adopt 50 cats and dogs?

i think we would alternate between one of us being like "you know what sounds like a good idea? adopting a dog. right now. let's do it." and the other one being the Reasonable One™ but then eventually one day we both end up being the one wanting the dog and attempting to enable the other and so we end up getting a cute dog child and we live happily ever after the end

15. Which one of you would nearly burn the kitchen down trying to microwave a pop tart and who would come to the rescue?

well considering kookie had said before that he has One Fear which happens to be microwaves so i'm gonna say it's him. it will be like:

him: "kirstyyyy can you make me a pop tart?"

me: "sorry kookie i'm a bit busy at the moment, can you try making it yourself?"

*smoke detector goes off in the distance*

me: *cleans up the mess and makes him a new one*

me: "you're an idiot"

him: "yeah but i'm your idiot" 😉

me: “ugh you're lucky i still think you're cute” 🙄

him: “heheh sorry ily” 😙

16. Who likes to lean over trail railings and who pulls them back?

i think we'd both have our moments for this because we both have no fear of heights and have moments where #dangerismymiddlename but then again we are also promoters of safety so yeah

17. What would watching a horror movie with them be like?

it would consist of a lot of fun banter and teasing towards whoever jumps or get scared :P i really enjoy watching horror films with company because i love commentating (especially for dumb horror films where i get to yell at the characters for making dumbass decisions) but i also get a laugh whenever someone (including myself) gets a big scare so yeah, i think it would be fun to have a horror movie marathon with kookie during spooky season or something

18. Who would be the cheesy flirt and who would be the smooth flirt?

i think kookie can be 50/50 i mean have you seen this boy's duality? his dorky offstage personality vs his sensual onstage presence gives me whiplash.. me on the other hand, i think my cheesiness will outweigh my smoothness like 75/25

19. Who would be more competitive?

we will make everything a competition, but like in a fun healthy way like "i bet i can beat you in this track in mario kart" "iS tHaT A cHaLLeNgE??!?" and whoever wins gets like a little prize each time (can be anything from food to a peck on the cheek to getting the better controller next time to picking the next movie etc.) like just simple silly competitions to keep it interesting (no sore losers or egotistic winners in this house, it's all just fun and games) and ooo bonus: we can keep a little chart over like the month or maybe the year like a "jungkook vs kirsty" and the overall winner gets a grand prize of whatever they want

20. Who would have to be given constant reminders (to eat, sleep, drink water, etc.)

him. we all know that he works his hardest and tries to push himself past his limits so i think he would need someone to gently remind him to take care of himself from time to time :’(

21. Who sends memes and who sends cute “i miss you” texts at 3 am?

we're talking about your resident meme king and queen here so what do you think? but then again we both have our soft hours so i think it will be a fair mix of both. something like

"i miss you"

"you meme a lot to me"

and that’s it!! this was honestly so much fun to do and i’m now feeling softer than usual for my bunny rip gonna go watch some cute compilations or something ok byeee

i tag: @wen-jun-bae, @blueberry-child, @taeyongskookie, @cyphersnamjoon, @mysticalj, @jinstaej, @min-baby-boy-yoongi, @majinstic, @madpanda69, @kochiniseokjinnie, @im-captain-of-this-ship, @kawaii-ing, @chiantae, @dailygifihope, and anyone else who wants to do this :)

#soft bias tag #soft bias #jungkook #bts #jungkook bias #get to know me #personal #tag #tags #ask me stuff :)

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athyriiium · 7 years

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Okay, I’m back at it again with another long ass, symbolism heavy theory. I would heavily suggest reading my other theory here before you read this one since I will be referencing that one often in this. There’s a tl;dr at the bottom fyi!

To begin, the symbolism and art shown in Blood, Sweat, and Tears (BST) is very religion heavy. It is to be expected when pulling from work from the 17-18th centuries. I’ve seen some people theorize that Jin is the one behind all the “evil” the boys have done in RUN and I Need U (INU). I agree with this, though I don’t think he is necessarily evil, but more of a tempter.

In my previous theory, I discussed how I believed Jin to be Sinclair and Tae to be Demian, acting as a force to influence Sinclair as a mentor. I still believe that to be true. Each boy has his own storyline that is tied back to Jin, including Tae, but it’s a little confusing.

Let me backtrack: When Jin kisses the statue like Sinclair kisses Demian, they become one. Sinclair talks about not being able to see Demian anymore and realizes Demian was just a part of himself. So the metaphorical Tae that I spoke about previously is a part of Jin. Jin has realized himself fully and has accepted both the light and darkness in his life.

I also heavily discussed the concept of duality in my last post. There is the “other world” as Sinclair often mentions it which is the darker side of the world, which also means there is a light side of the world. This is a limited, binary viewpoint though. And the Spring Day mv told us there is more to the world than that through the usage of “The Ones Who Walk Away from Omelas” (short story) and “Snowpiercer” (film). Both stories show there are sides of gray in life. In the Omelas story, everyone is happy enjoying life at the expense of a miserable child. The knowledge of the child gets out and there are people who live that can’t live a life of blind happiness at the expense of others. BTS are the ones who walk away from the feeling of blindness and absolute happiness.

Snowpiercer is a film that depicts an apocalyptic world in which the last surviving humans live on a train. It is best known for its blatant ridicule of the class system but also depicts two sides of life. The tail end or back end of the train is where the poor are, living in oppressed squalor while the head of the train lives in complete luxury. But, both ends of the train are blind to the truth. They accept the train as the world, it’s safety and warmth. The middle of the train is the only place with windows where you can see out of the train. The middle of the train people, or middle class, are the ones who are educated with propaganda instructing them that the train is the world. BTS are those of the middle class, but also the two middle-class people who eventually escape the train. They sit and accept the truth that they are told until they see the colors of gray, or the world around them, and eventually leave the train.

Now you might be asking what about the two Jungkooks? That’s where the concept of duality comes in. the train JK sees the Omelas JK and that’s the spark to leave. Train JK is the passive one who accepts the truth, while Omelas JK is the boy who defies what is given to him. This is the spark to leave the train and explore the outside world. But I digress. Let me get back to the JPN BST mv.

The concept of this passive vs active duality is also seen in Jin especially in the newest JPN BST mv. Jin has been seen very passive around the boys, never really joining in on the fun just standing on the sidelines and filming. There is plenty of evidence out there, but if you want specifics let me know.

The Jin in the JPN BST mv, is not like that at all. He seems to play an active, almost antagonistic role. So, as I said there is lots of religious symbolism in the BST mvs and to explain what I think happens in the JPN ver I have to use some material from the KOR ver.

So I believe Jin is the tempter, acting as the snake (and depending on who you talk to, indirectly the Devil) in the story of Adam and Eve. After going back to watch the KOR BST it makes more sense since Jin was shown while Namjoon quoted the Demian line about Demian being a tempter. This may seem far-fetched but hear me out.

Jimin, who was seated on Jin’s left in the KOR ver BST table scene, is often showed with apples. It is seen in the JPN BST, KOR BST, and Jimin’s short film. Apples, in the biblical sense, are tied to Adam and Eve. To briefly recap the story, Adam and Eve were the first humans created. They were allowed to eat, use, and generally do anything in the Garden of Eden except eat from the Tree of Knowledge. A serpent tempts and eventually convinces her to do so to “open her eyes” to be like “God, knowing all good and evil”. After she eats the fruit, she shares with Adam and both are condemned by God and sent out of the Garden of Eden.

I didn’t put this together until seeing Jimin finally eat the apple in the JPN BST. He’s just been holding it or looking at it up until now like he was tempted. Jimin, also being on Jin’s left, is important. The left side in many people who believe in the bible is associated with Satan/the Devil. I’m not saying Jin is the devil. Some people believe the snake was Satan in disguise, but I think it’s more of a vector of temptation sent to taint God’s creations. But this isn’t the time for bible debate.

It also fits because the serpent implies that Eve’s eyes have been closed. Jimin is also often seen with a blindfold or having his vision blocked, by a certain someone (Yoongi). I thought previously that Jimin was turning a blind eye to something, ignoring something that was causing him pain, and I do still believe that, but I also think it has another meaning. If the serpent convinced Eve that she was blind, that she couldn’t see everything, then wouldn’t she think of herself as blindfolded? Then wouldn’t the one blindfolding her, be God? Just as I am not saying Jin is the Devil, I don’t think Yoongi is God. He is symbolic of him. Yoongi serves as a protection/barricade between Jimin and Jin. He doesn’t want Jimin to follow Jin into darkness. That’s why we see two Jimin’s. The one Yoongi protects, and the one that follows Jin into darkness.

So if Yoongi is symbolic of God, how come he fights Kookie in RUN? Many times in the bible, God is shown, for lack of a better term, a practitioner of tough love. See Noah’s ark for example, where floods come and kill many people and animals except for the one’s on Noah’s ark besides the people had lost the way of God. The people killed were the descendants of Adam and Eve, who I believe are the other boys since Jimin and Tae were the first tempted.

So if Jimin is symbolic of Eve, Yoongi of God, and Jin of the Devil, then who is Adam? At first, I thought it was Hobi since he is OFTEN seen with Jimin, but I have Hobi has something else going on I will get to soon. So that lead me to Tae. We see Tae struggling with temptation/sin often. The act of graffiti and an insane amount of suicide imagery associated with him in HYYH is too overwhelming.

Tae sits on the right of Jin in the KOR BST mv. If the left is associated with evil, then the right is associated with good. Tae was “good” which is why there is so much angelic symbolism near him. But, he was tempted, probably by Jimin since he is symbolic of Eve and Eve is the one who gives Adam the fruit to eat.

Jin, could also have been the one to tempt Tae and the other boys since in the KOR BST all the boys are shown around a table with no real food besides apples in front of them. So, Tae and Jimin are the first ones tempted.

Now, when Adam and eve were cast out of the Garden of Eden, they could no longer understand the word of God, since they were no longer his children. So this leads me to believe that nothing heavenly could help either of them. Which is where Hobi and Namjoon come in.

I’ll start with Namjoon, since his story is somewhat laid out already. Many times Namjoon is shown running to a telephone booth and many people assume it’s because Tae is calling based off evidence from Namjoon and Tae’s films. But, Namjoon is never able to reach the phone or get into the booth. So, since Namjoon isn’t tempted YET, he is still considered heavenly, therefore, he can never help Tae.

Namjoon is eventually tempted and falls into alcohol, specifically absinthe. Absinthe is portrayed as an addictive, alcoholic hallucinogen. So he becomes addicted to drinking the beverage and eventually forces Jungkook to drink it (seen in the JPN BST mv). But, I don’t think Namjoon falls as deeply into temptation as Tae does. He learns to accept it. Namjoon is shown around a lot of mirrors either obscuring his reflection (JPN INU) or shattering the glass (Reflection). But, in JPN BST he is shown looking directly into his reflection. He’s learned to accept temptation as a part of himself. Reflections are often symbolic of showing one's true self which is why we say Jin’s reflection crack in KOR BST bc he hasn’t accepted his whole self (passive and active).

Before I get to Hobi, I’m going to finish Jungkook’s story. Before, I wasn’t sure where Kookie sat in the Demian/Sinclair story. I believed he was “Beatrice” but since he is often on the outskirts dipping his toes in good and evil I think he is symbolic of Abraxus. We don’t know who convinced the boys to leave Omelas, but from what I discussed earlier, it was most likely Kookie who convinced the boys to leave the train in Spring Day. He also tries to help Yoongi in RUN, who is struggling with his own problems. This is the good Kookie dabbles in. The bad is all the new stuff we saw in the JPN BST mv: the hallucinations and fighting off Yoongi who is trying to help him. Also, depending on what theory you believe, the shooting of the other boys in Not Today.

Now last but not least, Hobi. I think Hobi was once tempted, proven by the abuse of pills. But rather than accept temptation, he rejects it and fights it. This is seen by the throwing away of his pills, twice now. We also often see Hobi pulling a bow and arrow and now a dart on those tempted, usually Tae. Now, I believe Tae has fallen deepest into temptation and Hobi mourns the loss of his friends' purity, shown by the Pieta in KOR BST. He takes on the biggest challenge first, Tae. Which is why we see him throwing or going to throw the dart at Tae in JPN BST and pull the bow at Tae in KOR BST. Hobi is the descendant that God spoke of when cursing the serpent. God said that Eve’s descendant will bruise his foot by smashing the head of the snake. Basically, he will have to sacrifice something to get rid of the tempting serpent.

Hobi is also shown dancing under the fresco painted on St. Nicholas’ ceiling painted by Guilio Quaglio. I can't find a lot of info on the painting but it looks like a depiction of a world of light or heaven? So it looks like Hobi is reaching for salvation, but he isn’t the only one. Jimin is too.

Jimin, aka Eve, has realized what he has done wrong and has suffered for it. She lost her son Abel at the hands of her son Cain and was placed with pain after she was cast out of the Garden of Eden. This is why we see Jimin suffering/being uncomfortable so much while in water. Water is symbolic of purification, so Jimin is repenting for his wrongdoings but is also suffering because of the temptation he gave into.

We also see Jin circa INU era twice in this mv. Once in the bed of the truck, lying similarly to how he is lying in the bed in INU. In INU lilies are very present. They are also present in BST. Lilies symbolize innocence after death. Passive Jin wants to be innocent after he dies but is prevented from that because of tempter!Jin. This is why the lily petals are burned; all hope of innocence after death is gone. I believe both Jin’s are aware of each other having met in the Awake film, but since tempter Jin is the stronger personality, he has prevented watcher Jin from moving on. Which is why he is still interacting with the boys in the INU era but only passively.

The scene at the end of the mv is one of the first setups to Jin’s temptation of Namjoon. We see the effects in the INU era.

TL;DR: as seen in INU there are two sides to youth: the dark and light. This is further expressed in RUN and BST (both versions). Each boy has a doppelganger, opposite from what they are typically shown to be. Jin’s doppelganger, the tempter, has tempted the boys to do things they shouldn’t seen in RUN and INU. Hobi, the savior, is trying to fight Jin’s hold on the boys.

#bts theory #bts theories #bts #long post #i swear to god im not religious at all i just forced to go to ccd classes for 8-10 years #im gonna put the stuff i learned there to use #theres a lot here

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The Danger in Duality | 06

BTS X Reader

CW: Violence, explicit sexual content: fingering, oral sex, breath play mention

“You and your seven squad members must take on the struggles of being world-class assassins while also living as full-time college students”

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It was never a good feeling. Or at least that’s what he had to convince himself every time to keep his sanity.

But there was just something about the bastard’s face when the machete landed that was every bit as satisfying as he hoped it would be.

Taehyung kicked the man in his chest, dislodging the weapon from his skull as he sunk to the floor.

He expected the others to react sooner, to pounce on him to avenge their fallen friend. But everyone stood frozen as they watched the blood pool around his head and stain the concrete in the abandoned garage.

That moment of shock was all Taehyung needed to assess.

Eight men, each twice his size, all armed.

He dove for the next closest. Taehyung swung the machete and missed. The tall man dug in his waistband and pulled out a pistol. He fired once, and Taehyung felt the whiz of the bullet as it moved past him. He knocked the gun from the Mob boss’ hand with a kick, and the weapon clattered as it hit the floor. They looked at the weapon, then back at each other. The man dove for it, but before he could grab it, Taehyung sliced easily through the outstretched arm. The garage was filled with screams as the man stared at his detached hand laying on the ground.

It all happened faster than he anticipated. Soon five men were bolting towards him with no sign of stopping. There were more flying bullets, and his body moved in every way possible to avoid them in some sort of unrhythmic survival dance. It was what he learned in training: Just keep moving.

Suddenly a new figure appeared. It charged in, knocking one man to the floor.

Jimin slid his blade across the throat in one swift motion. He immediately pushed himself up to go towards the hand-less man and finish the job.

The recruits were huddled together, eyes wide with fear as they took in the scene before them. Taehyung wanted to scream, tell them to run and don’t look back, but he was preoccupied.

“Where the hell are you guys?!” Jimin screamed into the earpiece. Half of the men were now chasing him around the garage, as the rest tried to get Taehyung. “Some help would be nice!”

“Almost there!” Namjoon answered.

Two men ran up to him. One grabbed Jimin by his shoulders trying to force him against a wall while the other approached with a knife. Jimin grabbed the man by the shoulders in an awkward embrace and pushed him backwards into the man with the knife. By his grimace, he knew he had landed right on it.

There was more commotion across the garage. Jimin looked over to see you, Yoongi, and Namjoon sprinting in.

Namjoon took over trying to help Taehyung while you and Yoongi stood a moment trying to assess the situation. The space was basically empty, nothing but concrete and walls. This would give you little to no leverage or space for creativity. It would be hard but not impossible.

It was never impossible.

“I’ve got the right side!” you shouted before taking off towards Jimin.

“About time!” he said.

“Good to see you too.” you huffed. You had left your heels outside, right by the bodies of the security guards. The cold concrete on your feet kept you alert. You ran up to one of the men, and jumped. He instinctively caught you, and you put one palm to his chin and the other to the back of his head. You jerked to the side, hard, and heard the snap as he went limp. You let go before he fell to the floor.

Suddenly Jimin was grabbed and slammed against a pillar in the garage. The man lifted him up by the throat, choking him as tried to squirm away. You scanned around, finding a long wire by your feet.

You ran up behind the man and looped the wire around his neck, putting a foot to his back for good measure. With all the force you could muster, you pulled. He let go of Jimin, and went to scratch at the chord around his neck to no avail. He tried to spin around, but Jimin kicked at his shin, making him fall flat on his stomach. You dug your knees into his back as you continued to pull, until he stopped thrashing and went still. Jimin took a gun from the floor and pulled the trigger. One could never be too sure.

“Don’t worry, I’ll let you have that one for the final kill count.” he winked.

Across the garage, it was complete mayhem. A scene of flailing limbs and screaming. Namjoon was standing above a body, and Taehyung and Yoongi were slashing at the last man standing. He aimed his gun towards them, but Yoongi disarmed him within seconds and shot once right through the middle of his head.

You and Jimin ran over. Everyone scanned the room for more threats until you spotted the half a dozen pairs of eyes staring back. They were shaking, and Taehyung thought they looked more scared now than ever.

Having witnesses was never easy.

“It’s okay,” Namjoon walked forward. The blood on his dress shirt didn’t help. “You’re safe now. But you all need to get out of here. Run. Go home.”

They shared glances, inching towards the door.

“Now!”

They darted out of the empty garage, leaving nothing but your squad and the scattered bodies.

“We’re done here, lets go!”

When you all were outside, Jungkook and Seokjin came soon after.

Everyone stood around, waiting for the next step. It was instinctual to get into the van and disappear into the night as always. You all remembered that that wasn’t an option this time.

“How are we getting back?” Jimin asked.

You all felt on edge, too exposed.

The group was standing by a side road, empty save for a few taxis.

“There’s our answer.” Taehyung said, nodding towards the row of yellow cars.

“A taxi?”

“We don’t really have the luxury to be picky, Yoongi.” Namjoon huffed. “Come on!”

Namjoon, Taehyung, and Jungkook jumped into one, followed by Seokjin and Jimin in another, and you and Yoongi got in the last.

You nearly screamed the address to your apartment when you sat down.

The driver jumped, scared by your urgency, but put on his meter and hit the gas.

He was staring Yoongi down in his rearview mirror, and you wondered why until you saw the spots of blood covering the front of his jacket.

“Rough night.” you laughed nervously.

“Just don’t get it on the seats. Clean up is extra.” the driver muttered.

It was a silent ride.

The taxi stopped soon after, right in front of your building. Yoongi gave the man a few bills, an awkward goodbye, and closed the door.

You began to walk up the stairs when you noticed he wasn’t following.

“Hey!” you called. “Where are you going?”

“Home.” he answered.

You shook your head, “No. We need to talk.”

He sighed and followed you up to your apartment. You walked right to your room and closed the door. You sighed, hand on your face trying to keep it together before you let the inquisition fly. You turned to Yoongi. Even through the curtain of messy black hair, the feigned confusion on his face annoyed you even more than before.

“What was that?”

“What was what?”

“So you’re gonna play dumb?”

He shrugged.

Unbelievable. He was really going to make you spell this out for him.

“Back at the mission. In the broom closet.” you said. “You tried to...kiss me.”

“Yeah.”

It was matter of fact. So nonchalant that it made you almost short circuit.

“Y-yeah? Why?”

“You didn’t want me to?”

You blinked at him.

“That wasn’t the question.”

“Well how come you get to be the only one asking?” he asked. He crossed his arms, expression even.

“Because I said so!” even you knew that was an elementary answer, but this whole situation had you off your game.

“If you’re gonna keep me here can I at least take a shower? I don’t like having death on me for too long.” he turned towards your bathroom, and you put your hand on his shoulder to spin him around.

“No, what the fuck?” you said. “Yoongi, you know we can’t...do that, right?”

He was just as aware of the rules as you were. Everybody was. It was drilled into your heads just as much as a roundhouse kick or chokehold. Any relationships outside of platonic and professional within squads were prohibited.

“You think I don’t know that?”

“Well you sure acted like it.”

“It was just going to be a kiss. I wasn’t asking for your hand in marriage or any other kind of sappy shit. I just wanted to feel something for the first time in a long time...and you happened to be there.”

There was sincerity there, and a part of you understood, but the other was still unsettled.

“Look, I’m not sure what came over me, okay? You just looked so good,” he winced as he rubbed his neck, “And after our conversation about our last times I just wanted to remember I guess. I don’t mean to make it weird. Just forget it happened if it makes you feel better, alright?”

Platonic and professional lines had already been crossed. Forgetting wasn’t realistic.

“You know I can’t.”

“Didn’t think so.” he scoffed. “Well what now?”

There was no end goal in mind when you started this conversation. You shifted feet.

“I don’t know.”

“Well did you ever wonder what would happen if we tried to...feel? With each other?”

“Yeah, we would get fired.” you answered quickly.

“No, I mean...” Yoongi looked down at the carpet, hands carding through his hair. It was strange to see him so unsure, so unlike himself, “without the consequences. If The Academy never found out, if it could be kept a secret, wouldn’t you want to just try?”

“How could you be so sure they wouldn’t find out?”

“It’s not like I would say anything.” he shrugged.

“I…”

Of course it had crossed your mind before. You were human and you weren’t blind. You had desires just like everyone else, but it was your job to not act on them.

“...it’s not allowed...”

No, it wasn’t. You drilled that into your head more with every passing second.

Though, it made more sense this way. Why not be involved with someone you know, someone you trust, someone that understands you and your work in a way that a random civilian fling could never?

“...I would want to but…”

“But?”

“We’re in the same squad for fucks sake.” you laughed humorlessly.

Yoongi took a step closer. He tried to read your face as the devil and angel danced atop your shoulders. You knew that he could see the resolve crumble. Your eyes met, and it sealed your fate.

“Why not do it with someone that has just as much on the line?” his voice barely above a whisper, “No strings and only one goal in the end. It just seems like it would work. I mean, what’s there to lose really?”

Our jobs! You wanted to scream, but even you knew it was pointless. You had already lost.

“No strings. Only sex.” you said.

“Only sex.” he confirmed.

“Okay.”

Yoongi stiffened, the shock clear all over his face. It was like he didn’t actually think you’d go along with it. And honestly you didn’t think you would either.

Your eyes trailed down his dress shirt. His milky neck lead to his chest, exposed down to the 3rd button, teasing you. Testing you. And you were open to fail.

You met eyes again. The room was silent, the ticking of your clock on the wall the only indication of passing time.

He took a slow step forward to close the distance. You couldn’t look up. His hand slowly came up to cup your face. His movements were calculating, giving you both enough time to go back and stop, but neither did.

He never touched you unless it was to practice an attack. There was something about the intimacy that made you both go still as you realized just how weird it was. Weird, but nice. Weird but needed.

“What are you waiting for?” you asked.

He rolled his eyes.

Yoongi leaned down and pressed his lips to yours. They were soft and cautious. Like he was scared to go too deep and see what was there beneath the surface. You weren’t sure if it was lust or stupidity, but you kissed him harder. He fell into the rhythm and moved his hand to your back to pull you closer. He slipped a tongue in, an immediate fight for control.

It felt good. Too good. You needed this like he needed this.

Your hands went to his hair, tangling in the dark tresses as his mouth went to your neck.

“Ahh...” you let out. You felt like you were melting, and you were too aware of the pulsing in your core.

He licked and sucked on the sensitive part and you let out another moan.

“Like that?” he asked.

“Fuck, yeah.”

Your hands gripped tighter, and you took a step back. You lost your balance, and pulled him on top of you on the bed.

His hand dipped down to grab you by the waist, hard. Even in moments like this, aggression was the only thing you both knew. His hand slowly went around to the front and rested on your thigh. You sucked in a breath. You were aware of the lack of clothes you were wearing below. You still had on your cocktail dress, and you felt incredibly naked beneath him. His hand went up your leg until it was right at your panties.

His index finger traced at you through the thin fabric and you bucked forward.

Yoongi jerked your panties down and off your legs, throwing them somewhere on the floor. He felt along your pussy with his middle finger. Your eyes were shut tight. You hadn’t had a release in a while, and you felt like just this teasing would send you over the edge in no time. He continued to feel you with his finger, and his lips went back up to yours. He stopped at your entrance before pushing a digit inside. You moaned into his mouth.

You were clouded by the feelings of his hands on you, in you, and you knew that when it all stopped reality would hit. But for now you could be selfish.

“More.” you breathed.

He pushed his ring finger inside and you moaned. He continued the rhythm, thumb going to rub at your clit and you felt everything start to speed up. You moved your hips forward, trying to feel more of him. You were riding his fingers, desperate, feeling your insides coil with every pump.

“You’re so wet. Shit.” he said. His voice was a drawl, so sexy it got you even closer. He curled his fingers, hitting the spot just right.

You tightened your thighs around his hand. You weren’t sure if it was just the dry spell talking, but his fingers, those hands capable of so much more, were the best things you had ever felt. He knew your body, your weaknesses and strengths, after years of training. But this was new territory.

“Yoongi. Yoongi!” you were shouting. Then suddenly everything went white. Your back rose off the bed, mouth open as your silent scream left you. Yoongi continued to pump his fingers as you rode them to the end of your climax. You were out of breath, staring up at your ceiling when Yoongi pulled his fingers out. His entire hand was covered with your cum. He looked at the mess, then back at you, and the hunger there was like nothing you had ever seen from him before.

He was on you in no time. You hooked your leg around him and pushed. You rolled on the bed until you were straddling him. You held him down by the shoulders, grinding into the bulge in his pants.

He groaned, “Don’t play with me, ____.”

“Don’t tell me what to do.” you shot back, bending down to attack his lips again.

He bucked his hips and you took in a sharp breath. You trailed kisses down his neck, to his exposed chest, as you fumbled with his belt. You palmed him through his underwear, and he groaned. You reached in and grabbed his dick. He gasped, almost jumping out the bed as you held him.

“Just stick it inside you already.” he said, almost desperately.

You began to stroke him. You relished in the power of seeing him so weak before you. Years of fighting, and all it took was to get his dick in your hands.

You scoffed, “No.”

“No?”

“You think I’m gonna just fuck you on the first night? You have to work for that.” you laugh.

“Wh-?” he began to protest, but then you licked the tip.

He shuddered.

“What was that?” you asked.

“J-just keep going.”

You licked up the shaft, slow, teasing. His fist balled up at his side. Oh how you loved this control.

“I said don’t play with me.” he said in a shaky voice.

“And I said…” Lick. “...don’t tell me what to do.”

“____…” he groaned. You never knew how sexy your name sounded.

Fine, you would be nice to him, for once.

You took him in as far as you can. He hit the back of your throat, and you hear him lose it. His hand go to your hair this time, holding on as you bobbed up and down.

“Fuck. Oh my god…”

You were a bit rusty, but the curses that left the man’s mouth let you know you must have been doing okay. His other arm was thrown across his face as he laid on the bed, trying to hide his weakness to you. You hummed, vibrations going through his dick and making another moan slip out. His hips lifted off the bed.

“I’m gonna cum-” immediately he spilled out into your mouth.

You pushed yourself off of him, face scrunched as you contemplated what to do. No one had ever cum in your mouth before, and there was no trash can in sight. You bit the bullet and swallowed it down. It wasn’t terrible, just salty.

You wiped your mouth and turned to him, breathing heavy as he stared into space.

“No warning?”

“I did warn you.” he said weakly.

“As you were cumming in my mouth.”

“Well you looked pretty hot swallowing.” he grinned.

It was quiet again. The afterglow was beginning to wear off, and the reality was setting in. You knew Yoongi felt the same, because he sat up on the mattress.

“Well…” he cleared his throat.

“Well.”

“I need to…”

“Yeah. Me too.”

He got up and fixed his pants.

“That was....” he tried, “I’ll see you tomorrow. Don’t forget to lock your front door again. Don’t know who’d be desperate enough to break into this place, but you never know.”

You shot up your middle finger as he closed the door behind him.

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Seokjin’s pounding headache made him regret the all nighter. Though, he eventually found what he was looking for. He scoured all the street cameras in the city until he finally spotted his van. It was abandoned on some road, dozens of miles away on the outskirts of town. He had it towed and delivered back to the apartment by morning, and he felt like a weight had been lifted from his shoulders.

He didn’t bother to get The Academy involved with something like this. How embarrassing would it be to have to call Mr. Kim to tell him the squad van got stolen?

He took a sip of his coffee.

“I heard you got your baby back.” you said as you sat next to him on the sofa, “And there was nothing stolen? No parts missing?”

“Nothing.” he smiled. “Just the way I left it.”

“That’s weird though, right? I mean, what was the point of taking it in the first place?”

“Don’t know, but I’m sure as hell not going to question good luck.”

“Whoever took it probably realized it was trash and figured it was worth more abandoned on the side of the road.”

Jimin had fallen onto the sofa next to you, throwing an arm behind your head.

Seokjin reached across your body to swing at him, but you blocked his fist with your hand.

“I’ll strap you to the roof next time.” he grumbled.

“Alright everyone you know what time it is.” Namjoon said as he walked into the living room.

The group piled up on their usual spots, crowding around Seokjin and his computer. Namjoon looked around, “Where’s Yoongi?”

“In his room I guess.” Jungkook said.

“Well somebody go get him.”

Jungkook hopped up and knocked on his door. He came out soon after, seemingly just rolling out of bed by the look of his hair.

You looked away, training your eyes on Seokjin’s computer screen instead. Yoongi sat down on a chair opposite you, lazily scrolling on his phone.

“Okay, Joon how many kills did you get last night?”

“One.”

“Yoongi?”

“Two.”

“Hoseok?”

When he didn’t get an answer the room turned to him. Hoseok stared down at his hands and remained silent.

“Oh...yeah, right. Jimin?” Seokjin carried on as he typed into the kill log.

“Two.”

“Tae?”

“Two.”

“Jungkook?”

“Six.”

“_____?”

“Two.”

“So that’s 15.”

“We hit all of our targets. Even though it’s way below our average, I’d say it was a good run.” Namjoon declared, “Good job.”

The room was swallowed by side conversations as Seokjin submitted the final numbers. Jimin strummed his fingers along your shoulder, humming a tune. He turned to look at you and gasped.

“_____...is that a hickey?!” he said.

“What?” you jumped. Your hand went to your neck, feeling at the spot where Yoongi had done his damage.

“I know I didn’t give you that.” Jimin said.

“It’s not a hickey.” you said. “It's just a random bruise. I got choked at the mission yesterday.” you lied.

“Oh,” Jimin said. Still appraising you, “So you’re into that or-?”

Your hand went to wrap around his throat as you pinned him hard against the sofa. Too hard to be enjoyable. Or so you thought.

“I don’t know, are you?” you asked.

He was still, and his eyes went wide. A sly smile spread across his face and he winked.

You dropped your hand and rolled your eyes.

“Freak.” he said when he finally got his breath.

You weren’t sure if that was you trying to stop Jimin’s usual advances or you playing along, but it surprised you both just the same. Last night really changed you, you though, and you needed to calm down.

You spared a look at Yoongi, who was still on his phone. You wondered if he saw whatever that was with Jimin. If he did, he didn’t give any reaction.

“_____.” he suddenly said.

“Yeah?” you blurted.

“Do you remember how many guards chased us from the bar? I need it for my notes.”

“Uh, two I think?”

He nodded and muttered a thanks.

There was something about his attitude that was off-putting. He was so normal. While it was for the best, it was unexpected. For a man who just had two of his fingers stuck up your pussy, you’d think he’d act different. But it was the same as it always was. Short and straight to the point.

You had no reason to feel so put off by it. It was exactly what should happen. What did you expect him to do, recall the night’s deeds in front of the entire squad, confess how good it felt to have his dick in your mouth?

You’re the only girl he had any kind of close relationship with, and that’s why he chose you, you told yourself. Not because you were so special. You weren’t, not to him. Why would you want to be special, for Min Yoongi of all people? It was just sex. He needed an itch scratched, and so did you. You just needed to feel. That’s what you had agreed upon.

You shook the thoughts from your head.

Yes, you should follow Yoongi’s example and act like it never happened, because to everyone else, it didn’t.

“Hey,” Hoseok cleared his throat. “I just want to apologize for last night.”

“We’re listening.” Jimin said.

Hoseok sighed, “I was being selfish, and I see it now. I heard you guys had a rough time last night and I’m sorry. At the time I was just so stressed with the project I couldn’t really see what was important. I’m sorry to all of you, and I fucked up. It won’t happen again, I promise. And Taehyung,” he began, “I really left you in a bad position. You took on a two-man job alone and while I’m so sorry I respect that. Again, I’m sorry.”

The squad exchanged looks and nodded.

“You’re forgiven.” Namjoon said.

Seokjin stood from the sofa and headed towards the door.

“Where are you going?” Taehyung asked.

“I’m getting some of my equipment out the van to review old footage. It’s heavy, come help me.”

Taehyung sat up and followed Seokjin outside to the parking lot.

“I still can’t believe nothing’s missing.” Taehyung said as Seokjin opened the car door.

“We have great luck.” Seokjin said as he gathered the hardwear.

“Yeah I guess. Also do you know what happened to those boys from the mission last night?”

“They ran off.”

“Well duh but where? Home? I guess I’m just worried about them after going through something like that.”

“The Academy will probably check in on them later.”

A flash drive fell from a computer monitor and rolled under the seat.

“Shit.” Seokjin said as he bent down to reach it.

“The Academy is good at damage control though. I bet they’ve already tracked them down.”

Seokjin grunted, straining to find it with no success.

“Where is it…?” his fingers brushed against something small, stuck right to the bottom of the seat. He grabbed it and drew his hand back. He examined the object, oval shaped and about the size of his nail bed, with a wire sticking from the end. His eyebrows joining as he flipped it around in his fingers.

“The Academy probably knows those boys’ future kids’ social security numbers by now-”

Seokjin slapped a hand over Taehyung’s mouth, pushing him against the van.

“Dude, wh-?”

“SHH!” he urged.

Seokjin held up the object in his hand to Taehyung’s face, a silent explanation, but he was still lost. Seokjin nodded towards the apartment and pulled the younger to follow behind him.

The front door burst open, and all eyes flew to Seokjin and Taehyung. Seokjin put his back to the door, eyes frantically scanning all corners of the room.

“What’s up?” you asked.

“SHH!”

“Taehyung, what’s going on?” Jungkook asked.

He shrugged.

“SHH!” Seokjin put a finger to his lips, “SHUT THE HELL UP!” he mouthed.

He ran to the counter and pulled out a paper and pen.

He held up the sheet in one hand and the thing in the other.

CAR BUGGED WITH THIS LISTENING DEVICE.

APARTMENT COULD BE TOO.

“Wh-?” Namjoon began, “What?”

Your heart skipped a beat.

Seokjin went over to the sofa, pulling up the cushions and dumping them onto the floor. He stood there with his arms open as he looked around the room. A clear “Help me!” in his expression.

The group snapped into action, pushing back the sofas, checking the lamps, and kitchen cabinets. You tore through the bookshelf while Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook checked under all the furniture.

Namjoon suddenly froze, “The bedrooms.”

He ran down the hall, and the older boys bolted behind him to tear their own rooms apart. You could hear the destruction from down the hall, a chorus of clattering and chaos.

It was a while before they came back into the living room, now an unrecognizable mess of clutter.

“I think its safe.” Yoongi whispered.

Seokjin grabbed his phone, took pictures of the device and dropped it on the floor. Without hesitation, he crushed it under his shoe, the tiny mic breaking into several pieces.

“Okay, Seokjin what happened?!” Namjoon snapped.

“I dropped something under the driver’s seat, and when I went to look for it I found this instead.”

“You sure that’s not yours?” Jungkook asked.

“Why would I put a secret device in my own car?!” he screamed, “I don’t even recognize this model!”

“It was planted,” you said, “Somebody put it there when they stole the van. It’s the only way.”

“I knew it was too good to be true.” Hoseok whispered.

“Well why take it miles away just to plant a microphone? They could have done it right in the parking lot.” Namjoon asked.

“Fuck.” Jimin said as he carded his hands through his hair, “Fuck.”

In your years as a squad, you had never dealt with something like this. You went down the list of potential threats, but you had disposed of them, as you always do. You were always on the offensive end. You were predators. It was different to be the prey for once.

“Well what do we do?” Hoseok asked.

“We need to talk to The Academy,” Namjoon said.

There was a sigh.

“What? What else can we do? Seokjin, you said you didn’t even recognize the model of the mic, right?”

“Never seen it before. That’s what’s scaring me.”

“Exactly. Grandfath- Mr. Kim needs to know about this.”

Getting The Academy involved added another layer of stress when a few of you were already on thin ice. But Namjoon was right. What else could you do?

“Now.”

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It was a short conversation. By the end of Seokjin’s explanation, Mr. Kim’s expression had hardened, and he sat back in his chair with his arms folded. The group waited for him to react, the suspense mounting with every passing minute they stared at their computer screen.

When he finally unfroze, he had few words, but ones they didn’t expect none the less.

“I’m sending cars to come get you. Be ready in the next 30 minutes.”

The video call disconnected and the eight of you didn’t feel any more at ease. You were more frantic with the ambiguity. Sure enough, two black SUVs with tinted windows came half an hour later. You piled inside the back of one, not recognizing the men with sunglasses in the front seat. They spared you a nod as you shut the door. They hit the gas and turned out of the parking lot.

“W-where are we going?” Taehyung asked.

The driver looked in the rearview mirror, his face expressionless.

“The headquarters.”

“The...headquarters.” you repeated.

You exchanged a look with Hoseok. He sighed and put his hood up, leaning on the door.

“Well, might as well get comfortable. It’s a long ride.”

Though the squad’s questions had been answered, it didn’t make you feel much better. Mr. Kim wouldn’t bring you back to The Academy unless he thought it was absolutely necessary. You sank down into your seat, watching as the city and highways turned to back roads and mountains after hours. Something about this route made your adrenaline rush and your heart beat faster. While the car continued winding up, you spared a glance down and immediately regretted it. You weren’t afraid of heights, but something about the four thousand foot drop on the other side of the mountain you would never get used to.

The car suddenly took a left down an unpaved road. It dipped into a tunnel, the inside of the car enveloped in darkness. It came to a stop and the driver rolled down the window. He put in a code and held up his ID card to the scanner embedded in the rock. There was a beep, and a gate lifted for you all to pass through.

The SUV stopped in a white parking garage in a line of a dozen identical cars.

A woman in a suit pulled open your door. She gave a smile and motioned for you to to come out. You slid out the car, your two squad members following behind. The other five joined, all with the same careful expression.

“Follow me.” she said as she walked through another automatic door.

When it opened to ceilings that reached to the heavens and a room that stretched the length of two football fields, the memories came flooding back. You saw your childhood and teen years in this room, hard hits to the face and sometimes even even harder hits to your ego. But this place was where you came into your own, where you found you. Where the squad was born.

Hoseok scoffed, “Looks the same right?”

“I haven’t been back here since…” Seokjin began, trying to recall.

“Since our last day of training...three years ago.” Yoongi answered.

The room was filled with people, mostly young, dressed in the standard uniform of black shorts and t-shirt. They stopped in their tracks as they took you all in, starting to size you up until they saw your faces. There was a buzz of whispers as the squad passed by.

“This whole place have a staring problem?” Jungkook whispered to you.

“We are kind of like celebrities, remember?”

“I know but I still don’t like it.”

The woman turned down a wide hallway. The walls were covered in photos, a Hall of Fame of sorts, of all the squads that had graduated from The Academy. You walked past a cluster of eight photographs labeled ‘SQUAD 16’, a headshot of each of you from your trainee days.

The woman stopped in front of a set of double doors and pressed a button. You had been to this door before, but just to look at it in your childish curiosity. In your younger years you hadn’t ever been interested in walking through those doors, because it wasn’t always a good thing for you if you were asked to. The same applied to today.

“Yes?” answered a deep voice.

“Squad 16 is here, sir.”

The doors opened to a large office, and you took a shy step inside. Sitting at the desk was Mr. Kim, hands clasped on the wood as he took you all in with his inviting eyes. His aura had always confused you for years. Though he was warm and treated you all well, there was something that made your palms sweaty whenever you were in the same room.

“It’s been a while.” he smiled, taking you all in. It looked like he was writing mental notes, and you were scared to know what they said.

“Too long.” Namjoon said as he walked over with Taehyung to give him a hug.

Eight chairs were already set up at the desk, and you all took a seat.

“Well I wish this visit was under better circumstances. But I needed to speak with you all and a phone call wouldn’t suffice.” he explained. “Seokjin, do you have something for me?”

The oldest jumped and went to dig in his pockets, “Yes, sir. Here’s a photo of the covert listening device I found.”

Mr. Kim laid the phone flat and shined his desk lamp on it. He zoomed into several areas of the picture, letting you all fidget in the silence.

He sighed and leaned back, “Just what I thought.”

He grabbed a remote and pointed it to the wall behind him. It turned into a screen, full of random letters and numbers.

“I knew the day would come eventually, just not this soon. I should have warned you all though, and I apologize for that.” he began, hand tracing over his low beard. His look was intense, and it felt like he was looking right through you, “This device isn’t on the market, it was created. Every other instance it has been found by one of our affiliates, it was always traced back to Anti.”

“Anti?” Namjoon asked.

“That’s not their official name. Actually, nobody knows their official name, or any of their names for that matter. They’re kind of an enigma. It’s the name we gave them, and it’s very fitting actually.”

The screen turned to a map scattered with red x’s.

“Anti is also an an assassin group. We’re not sure of the total number, but from our research we gather that the membership is at least 50.” he explained, “They’re rogue, like us, but without conscience. They’ll do any dirty work if they’re told to, and that’s why they’re the first call for governments and world leaders if they want to get rid of a threat...whether they’re good people or not. They’re the opposite of everything The Academy stands for, obviously. And they work to keep our targets alive if they’re in the best interest of whoever they’re working for. The x’s are the locations of all of their suspected killings ”

“How have we never heard of them?” Taehyung asked, “They seem like a big deal.”

“They’re very under the radar and secretive in a way even we’ve never seen before. But the reason I called you here is because I’m worried. You’re not the first squad of ours to be targeted.”

“Who else?” Namjoon asked.

“Over the past year, Squads 3, 7, and 11 have all found the same device at some point. But…every squad has had at least one member killed in a random attack since the device was found.”

It felt like the breath had been ripped from you. You turned to the boys who looked like ghosts, staring straight at Mr. Kim with a palpable fear.

“So...we’ve been marked?” Hoseok asked.

“Why are they targeting our people? Why us? Why…?” Jimin rambled.

“Our best guess is because we’re the only other group. And to send a message. But one thing is clear, they wanted you to find that device.”

“Well what can we do? We can’t just sit here and wait for them to attack us.” Namjoon said.

“We’ll keep you updated on everything we find. Trust me, we’re working to do more and end this once and for all. And we will.”

The Academy always did what they said they would do. You just had to believe them again.

“Just be cautious.”

You all nodded, still taking it all in.

“So...are we going back home?” Jungkook asked slowly.

“Why, you don’t want to spend the weekend here with us?” Mr. Kim replied, sending the youngest an offended look across the desk.

“No! That’s not what I meant, sir- I- I meant-.”

“Calm down, Jungkook.” the older man laughed, expression switching, “I assumed the drive back would be exhausting for you, especially with this new information. We’ve arranged for you all to stay here for the night. Unless you had something to do.”

The group exchanged a look.

“No! That would be great, Grandfather! A trip down memory lane would be nice.” Namjoon said.

“Very good then. We’ll have someone show you your sleeping arrangements later on. In the meantime, you can go out and take ‘a trip down memory lane’ if you’d like.”

The chairs scraped against the hardwood floors as you pushed them back. You all bowed and walked out of the automatic doors. When you were outside, there was a collective sigh of relief.

“No offense to you two, but he still scares me.” Jimin whispered as you retraced your steps down the hall, “After all these years and I don’t know why.”

“None taken.” Namjoon replied.

“We had to grow up with that everyday. Just imagine.” Taehyung said, looking behind him to make sure no one heard.

“My apologies.” Yoongi said.

You all rounded the corner to the main area. The room was filled with several training sessions happening across the room, the sound of grunts echoing around as bodies were thrown onto mats.

“Hey, Squad 16!” screamed a voice.

You turned around to see an older man flagging you down in the middle of the room. You squinted to see his face, and a smile broke out when you did.

“Oh shit!” Jungkook jogged over to him, and you all followed behind.

“Mr. B!” you said. He still looked the same as you remembered him. His kind eyes sparkled as he took you all in. It was a reminder of why he had been one of your favorite instructors in this place where breaking your spirit was so easy.

“What do we have the pleasure of having you all back?” he asked, “It’s been how long since you graduated? 3 years?”

“We were called in to talk to Mr. Kim,” Hoseok said, “We’re just taking a look around now.”

You looked past him to see the group of older teenagers in a line on the matt. Noses running red and cheekbones colored purple, a vision you were all too familiar with. They stared at back with wide eyes.

Mr. B followed your gaze.

“Let me introduce you to my Advanced class. I’m sure you all already know who they are, these are my former students, Squad 16.”

The groups gave an awkward wave across the mat.

“I talk about you all the time,” he said, “Especially you two, ______ and Yoongi. To this day you are the best hand-to-hand combat students I’ve ever had. Actually-” he looked back at the students, “We were going over a combat simulation. Who’d be better to demonstrate than you both?”

You let out a nervous laugh, “You want us to demonstrate to the class?”

“I don’t know, Mr. B.” Yoongi said, hand going to rub at his neck.

“This is a perfect opportunity for them to learn. And who else better to show them than Academy Alumni? First one to tap out decides the winner, nothing too heavy.”

You and Yoongi shared a look and sighed.

“Of course. We’d be glad to help.” you said. You slid off your jacket.

“I’ll try not to embarrass you too bad in front of the kids, but no promises.” Yoongi smirked.

“Did you forget who you’re talking to? Don’t worry, I’ll go easy on you...like old times.”

You stepped onto the mat and got into the starting position. Despite the number of times you had been in this very spot with him over the years, you still felt your competitiveness violently bubble beneath the surface. Yoongi had always been your only real competition, a fact that everyone was well aware of. Maybe the instructors satisfied some internal curiosity and sadistic itch by always putting you together in matches. It was something you always wondered.

Mr. B stepped onto the mat, “Okay. Three...two...one!”

You lunged forward and swung first. Yoongi ducked and grabbed your arm, trying to pull you into him. You landed a kick in his abdomen, making him let you go. He grabbed at your leg instead and threw you to the side, making your body hit the mat hard. You slid and went into a backwards roll until you were crouching down facing him.

“Really?” you said.

He shrugged, “Thought that would be enough.”

He charged towards you and before he could tackle you, you jumped, making him miss and slide on his stomach across the mat. You turned to hit him again, but he suddenly turned on his back and thrusted his body forward in a standing position. You tried to land another punch, but he blocked it with his forearm. He threw one of his own, but it hit nothing but your shoulder. You ducked under Yoongi’s arm and went behind him, getting him into a headlock as you tried to force him down to the mat. He squirmed, kneed you in the stomach, and grabbed you in a bear hug at the waist, throwing you to the floor as he stood over you.

The look on his face was so smug it made you sick, and the bubbles under the surface boiled more.

He bent down to put you in your final hold, and you hooked your legs around him and pulled him down on top of you. Your bodies crashed, and he tried to grab your arms and place them over your head. You landed a hard blow to his chest, making him stop to catch his breath. You took advantage of this, and rolled until you were straddling him.

You were ready to punch down until he grabbed you by the throat and squeezed. There was something in his face that showed that he was enjoying it too much, and you saw the slick, knowing smile he tried to hide.

You took an elbow to his arm, making him let go. He pushed you backwards hard, making you fall flat on the mat as he climbed above you. Before he could cover you, your legs went to wrap around his neck tightly. Yoongi tried to pry your legs from him but you clenched harder. He clawed at you, his attempts getting weaker as time went on.

“Tap out!” you spat in his ear, “Yoongi, it’s over. Just tap out!”

He grunted, and seconds later he hit the mat twice. You let go and you both laid out flat on the mat.

You looked around and saw that all the students were huddled on the edge of the mat, muttering to each other as they watched you and Yoongi catch your breath.

Taehyung and Hoseok came and helped you to your feet, while the other boys crowded around Yoongi. He shrugged them off when they reached for him.

“Incredible!” Mr. B jogged onto the mat and put a hand on each of your shoulders.

You barely heard Mr. B’s praises as you collected yourself. You felt him pat you and Yoongi’s shoulders as he used you both as examples to his students. There was always something different about your fights with Yoongi than with everyone else, something more personal. Years of being compared gave you both a drive to dominate, and you felt like you were a trainee again. But while Yoongi’s looks towards you were always arrogant, there was something different this time. A look in his eyes when you had straddled him and when he had his hand around your neck that you had only seen once before. Your ears were ringing.

Suddenly the woman from earlier appeared to show you to your rooms. You said your goodbyes to Mr. B and followed her through The Academy to the sleeping quarters.

“You still did alright, Yoongi. Lasted longer than I would have. We all know _____ has been the better fighter if we’re being honest.” Jungkook laughed, “Hey, maybe you can ask for a rematch before we leave.”

Yoongi turned to him slowly. The look he sent would make anyone’s blood run cold.

The woman lead you to a familiar wing of the building and down a hall you had seen millions of times.

She stopped at the first door and handed a key to Hoseok, “You’ll be staying in your old dorms while you’re here since they are all unoccupied. We provided clothes and toiletries as well.”

Hoseok unlocked the door and stepped inside, “How about this for a throwback?” he said as he threw himself on the tiny bed.

“We’ll be serving dinner in the dining hall in 10 minutes. We have a table for you already prepared if you decide to join us.”

She continued down the hall, one by one getting dropped to their old rooms until you made it to yours. The key in your hand was cold, and you weighed it between your fingers before turning it in the lock and pushing the door open.

The room was just how you had left it. Small, dimly lit, and warm. You felt your hand along the bed, small in comparison to yours at home. Though at the time, this room was everything. You had never had a place to call your own before it it.

You were scanning the familiar walls when you noticed a figure standing in the doorway.

“Come back for more?” you asked.

Yoongi scoffed, “I let you have that. Didn’t want to taint the image of ‘Academy Legend ______’, you know? It would crush those kids’ dreams.”

He walked into the room, taking a look around at the blank walls and leaving the door open behind him.

“Wow you’re so thoughtful.” you scoffed, “So letting me choke you out until you almost fainted was part of the plan too, right?”

“I was going to choke you first but you didn’t let me. I thought you were into that kind of thing.”

Your eyebrows shot up, “Where’d you get that from?”

“You and Jimin.”

“So you were listening.” you noted.

He was at the edge of the bed, standing between your legs. You opened them, a subconscious invitation.

“Well, are you?”

“Am I…?” you urged.

He placed a hand on your thigh, the other on your shoulder. You felt it slowly move to your neck, “Into it. Choking, what else?”

You grinned, “Wouldn’t you like to find out?”

As he began to squeeze, you heard footsteps coming up the hall. You looked and remembered your door was wide open. You pushed Yoongi away, making him stumble to the opposite end of the room.

Seokjin poked his head in, “Hey it’s time for dinner. Hurry up or we’re leaving you.”

Yoongi, arms folded as he casually leaned against the wall, nodded.

You slid off the bed and followed Yoongi out the room. You spared one more look back before closing the door.

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It was hard to stop staring up at your ceiling. Not that it was that interesting, but it was easier than facing the reality of what just happened. Maybe if you kept staring around at your walls, somehow it would give you some piece of mind.

“I had fun.” he had huffed, still catching his breath. You were too. “Don’t worry I won’t tell anyone about this. Mr. Kim won’t find out if you’re worried about that.”

He pulled up his shorts and smoothed down his shirt.

“Did you...enjoy it?” he asked, shyly looking at the floor.

You sat up, holding your sheets up to hide your naked body. It didn’t matter much, he already saw it.

“Yeah! It was good. It was fun.”

The boy smiled, “Maybe we can do it again?”

You nodded, “Yeah. We’ll...figure out when’s a good time. To make sure no one will see us.”

He planted a kiss on your forehead, giving a shy grin before waving goodnight as he silently closed your door behind him.

You crashed your head back on your pillow, mind going a mile a minute.

Trainees had the same no sexual relationship rules as graduates, even if it was less strict. But that didn’t mean people actually listened. Hell, you had seen Jimin bring back dozens of girls to his room and no one seemed to find out yet.

It was possible, you just had to calm down, you thought.

You barely got sleep that night. You tossed and turned, looking at those same walls until sunlight flooded your room and the alarm rang. As you got ready and put on your uniform, your nerves of the night were joined with the nerves of the day. It was finally happening- Assignment Day. You were still a trainee, but once you were placed into a squad it was as if you could see the finish line. You’d just have to go on some starter test missions, and then you were free. A graduate, an official assassin.

As you walked to the room, you thought about the other girls you would be placed with. You had some in mind that would be a good fit. A part wondered if you’d have any boy trainees in your group. You laughed to yourself- you’d probably have three at most, knowing how The Academy has chosen in the past.

When the selection process began for ‘Squad 16’, you were the first to be called to the front of the room. You didn’t think much of the first boy that came to stand next to you as the names were read aloud. But after the fourth name, you realized the pattern.

A sly smile made it’s way to Jimin’s face as he was called. He stood in the line and you had to fight the eye roll.

There was a pang of annoyance when you heard the name you were all too familiar with. The arrogantly quiet boy you had learned to hate rose to his feet when his name was called. Min Yoongi shot a look laced with distaste in your direction as he got in the line.

If he was the only real problem in the group, you’d be fine, you thought. Everything would be fine.

When the last name was read aloud, you felt your stomach drop to the pits of hell. You couldn’t even make yourself look over. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw him rise to his feet and smooth down his shirt- the same shirt that was just on your bedroom floor hours before.

He walked over and stood on the other side of you, stiff.

You could barely hear the final announcements and congratulations over your own thoughts. Of course the one time you decided to give into your desires, this would be the outcome. Now you were stuck for the rest of your career fighting alongside a one time hookup, you cringed.

You promised to yourself you’d never cross that line with a squad member again.

It was too risky.

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