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itskimtaehyung · 5 years

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Strawberry Milk

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Friends to lovers, romance, fluff

Word Count: 5.7k

Content/Warnings: You and Taehyung “platonically” sharing a bed. You crushing Taehyung with your entire body while rollerskating. Going on a long drive and lying in a field with Taehyung while you stargaze.

Summary: Growing up, your little brother Jimin used to follow you around like a duckling. And wherever he went, so did his best friend, Taehyung. That made two ducklings. Although he was only a couple of years younger than you, you always saw him as a baby, like a second little brother. You didn’t expect that would ever change.

A/N: This was supposed to be for Tae’s birthday but I couldn’t finish it in time because time is an illusion

Strawberries, milk, sugar. Three simple ingredients. The flavors of your childhood. A foolproof combination that never failed to put a smile on your face. The nostalgic taste that brings back memories of those days at the strawberry field. The simplicity of youth.

You have known Taehyung for as long as you can remember. He was Jimin’s best friend, and still is, as a matter of fact.

As children, they went everywhere with you. You were only a couple years older, but to them, you seemed much bigger. You were the authority figure when there were no adults around. You made all the decisions. They followed you to the playground, the candy store, the ice cream parlor, and when they were old enough, they went with you to and from school. Your own friends accepted the three of you as a package. They understood that wherever you went, Jimin and Taehyung would follow.

Your favorite place to go was the strawberry field down the street from your house. It was a big open patch where the reddest, plumpest strawberries grew. You took the boys there where they could run around and play while you entertained your current hobby: be it reading, writing, or sometimes drawing. Taehyung loved it especially. Strawberries were his favorite fruit. He loved frolicking through the fragrant patch and picking the juiciest strawberries to snack on when he got hungry. At the end of the day, he would stuff some berries in his pocket and bring them back to your house, where he would mash them up with some milk and sugar to make fresh strawberry milk for all of you. These were his happiest memories.

Taehyung was more than just your brother’s best friend. You spent so much time together, it was like he was your second brother. As if you had twin baby brothers instead of just the one.

Jimin and Taehyung have always been quite similar, but also different. They both love to play sports, dance, and play video games. But Taehyung is more into superhero movies, while Jimin loves horror. You also have an inclination to horror, so your most of movie nights were supernatural thriller or gory slasher films. All of which gave Taehyung nightmares, but he put up with it because you were his best friends. Oftentimes after a horror movie, Taehyung would ask to stay in your room, and you would let him sleep on your bed while clutching one of your stuffed rabbits. And of course, Jimin joined in, too. However, as they grew older, the three of you got too big to fit on your bed, so the boys stayed together in Jimin’s room from then on. Taehyung took your rabbit with him.

For a long time, you didn’t stop seeing them as the babies they once were. From time to time, when you went to the grocery store, you would see a little boy in a puffy jacket much like the ones Taehyung and Jimin used to have, and think that boy looks a lot like my brother. But then either Jimin or Taehyung would walk up next to you and you’d remember that both of them are now much taller than you.

Before you knew it, high school came along. There was no more time for going to the strawberry patch and picking strawberries. Taehyung switched to boxed strawberry milk, which his girlfriend brought to lunch for him every day from her parents’ grocery store. It wasn’t the same, but it still made Taehyung happy.

Jimin also had a girlfriend, and they mostly kept to themselves. He still hung out with you and Taehyung after school, but weekends were always spent with her. You liked both of their girlfriends. They were nice. However, the boys preferred to spend their time alone with them, so you never really got to know them.

Although they had their own lives, they were still always there when you needed them. When your high school sweetheart dumped you, just days before graduation, Jimin and Taehyung dropped everything to comfort you. They bought snacks and rented movies and Taehyung made you some fresh strawberry milk. You immediately felt better because you were all together.

When you started university, you had to move away from home. It was the first time you three had been separated in what felt like your entire life. For the first semester, you and the boys texted almost everyday, but as time went on and you all got busier, the communication dwindled. Although, Taehyung still tried to video chat with you at least once a week. But two years later, when Taehyung and Jimin started school at the same university, the three of you got back together like you were never apart.

When Jimin and Taehyung applied to live in the dorms, they both wrote in the application that they wanted to room with each other. Unfortunately, they did not get their wish. The housing department stuck them each with a random stranger as a roommate. Although everyone filled out a survey during the application period so that they could be paired with someone with similar interests, they couldn’t be more different from the people they were assigned to live with.

Because of this, the boys like to escape their roommates and hang out together at your place, where they don’t have to share a couch and a TV with the entire floor. Since you aren’t a freshman anymore, you’re allowed to live off campus in a nearby apartment. You have your own room and just one apartment-mate, who is rarely home and spends most of her time at her boyfriend’s place.

On this particular night, Jimin got to pick which movie you guys would watch, and he chose some new interactive psychological thriller on Watchflux. Jimin’s sitting on the couch, sifting through the other options available on the streaming website and snacking on his favorite candy, while Taehyung is sitting cross-legged on the floor in front of him with a large basket of strawberries he bought at the market earlier today. You pour yourself a glass of milk in the kitchen and grab the bowl of popcorn you had popped and walk back into the living room, placing yourself on the couch beside your brother.

“There’s plenty of room on the couch, Tae. Why are you sitting on the floor?” you ask, popping a piece of popcorn in your mouth.

“It’s comfortable here. Plus, I don’t want to accidentally get strawberry mush on your couch.”

“So you’d rather stain the carpet?” you tease.

Taehyung frowns.

You sigh wistfully and ask, “Taehyung, how many strawberries do you think you’ve eaten? In your entire life.”

He furrows his brows, thinking. “Not sure. One million? Two million? Maybe even three million? All plausible answers.”

“You really think you’ve eaten over a million strawberries?”

“Don’t underestimate me,” he says before biting into another strawberry and flicking away the stem.

“And Jimin.” Your brother pauses with a fistful of candy halfway to his mouth. “How many gummy worms do you think you’ve eaten? You know all that sugar isn’t good for you.”

He lowers his hand. “Hey! Don’t tell me how to live my life! You’re not mom! And what about you? You really think all that milk you drink is still gonna make you grow? You’re 20 years old! You’re not gonna get any taller.” Jimin then shoves the handful into his mouth.

“You’re such a child.”

“I’m only two years younger than you!” Jimin protests, though the words are barely discernible from all the candy in his mouth.

“I practically raised you! You and Taehyungie will always be little babies in my eyes.”

Jimin swallows. “You didn’t raise us. And we’re eighteen years old! We’re not babies anymore!”

“Yeah!” Taehyung agrees.

“Whatever, you ungrateful brats. Anyway, I happen to like the taste of milk.” You pout and take a sip from your glass of milk. “Hey, put some of those in here, will you?” You thrust your glass toward Taehyung.

Reluctantly, Taehyung grabs some strawberries out of his basket, removes the stems, and smushes them between his fingers before dropping them into your milk.

“Are you all ready?” Jimin asks once the two of you are done. “I’m going to start the movie.”

You and Taehyung nod.

The movie is decently scary, even for you, and contains a fair amount of blood. By the end of it you find yourself gripping onto one of your throw pillows.

You notice that Taehyung has finished his strawberries and his fingertips are stained a bright red.

“You know, mashed up strawberries look a lot like blood.”

“Why would you say that?!” Taehyung recoils as you voice your observation.

“One time I was cutting strawberries and I hadn’t realized I cut my finger because everything was red.”

“You didn’t have to tell me that. Why would you tell me that?!” He stares down at his fingers, his eyes wide in horror.

You and Jimin laugh.

“I think, after 18 years of life, you finally made the boy hate strawberries.”

“False.” Taehyung shakes his head. “I will never hate strawberries. Strawberries have been my favorite food ever since my grandmother first fed them to me straight out of the womb.”

“Shut up!” You throw a popcorn kernel at him. “That’s bullshit and you know it.”

“It may be bullshit, but what’s not is the fact that I still love and will always love strawberries.”

Later that night, you’re half asleep when your door slowly creaks open. Light spills into the room from the hallway. You sit up and rub your eyes, only to see Taehyung standing in your doorway, clutching one of the pillows you gave him in his arms.

“Hey.”

You turn on the lamp that rests on your night stand. “Hey, Tae. Is everything alright?”

He shifts nervously on his feet. “Yeah. I just couldn’t sleep. That movie has me kind of freaked out.” He looks at you and hesitates before speaking again. “Do you… do you think I could sleep with you tonight? You know, like we used to do after horror movies?”

“Tae, you’re not a kid anymore.”

“Didn’t you say Jimin and I will always be babies to you?”

“I was half joking.”

“I know. But, I guess old habits die hard,” he says with a tired smile.

You sigh in resignation. “Fine.” You pat the empty spot next to you on the bed.

He cautiously crawls into bed next to you, careful not to get to close.

“Goodnight, Tae.”

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

You reach over and turn off your lamp.

When you wake up in the morning, you’re unusually warm, and there’s an uncomfortable weight across your body. It takes you a moment to realize that Taehyung has wrapped his arms tightly around you in his sleep. Carefully, you turn to look at him. You want to get up and get started on your day, but he’s so peacefully asleep that you don’t want to wake him.

“Tae,” you whisper.

The boy shifts closer to you, smushing his stubbly cheek against yours and enveloping you even tighter. You sigh inwardly. Perhaps you can sleep in a bit more. This does feel rather nice, having someone spoon you like this. But this is Taehyung we’re talking about here. This should be weird, but instead it feels weirdly right.

You resist the urge to reach up and cup his cheek. You don’t think he’s ever been this close to you. He’s not your baby brother anymore. Your heart thumps as the realization is finally hitting you. Even if you never felt any romantic attraction toward him in all the years you’ve known him, you definitely feel some kind of physical attraction toward him right now. You just want him to hold you forever. Breathing in the comfort of his scent, you lower your head and nuzzle it into the crook of his neck. You feel the rise and fall of his chest as he breathes, and hope he stays asleep so you can rest here a little longer. He never has to know.

Taehyung emerges from your bedroom as you’re making breakfast. You managed to slip away from him earlier without disturbing his slumber. Now, you open the fridge, grabbing a couple of eggs out of their carton as he casually saunters over to you and surveys the contents of the fridge.

Taehyung reaches over you to to grab the milk. “Hi.” He flashes a grin in your direction. He’s got a serious case of bedhead, with his hair sticking up in every direction. You start to think that he looks absolutely adorable like this, and you kind of wish you were still in bed, wrapped in his warm embrace.

“Morning, Tae. How’d you sleep?” You ask, trying not to stare.

“Like a baby.” You read his face, attempting to decipher whether anything has changed with him. “What are you looking at?” He raises an eyebrow.

You quickly dart your eyes away and shake your head. “Nothing.”

“Thanks for letting me sleep with you last night. It felt like we were kids again.” He smiles at you again.

“Anytime, Tae.” You nearly choke on the words and you hope he doesn’t notice.

“Where’s Jimin?” He asks you.

“He had class this morning, so he left not that long after you got up.”

“Ah, so it’s just you and me.”

“Mhm,” you croak. He’s looking at you, but you avoid meeting his eyes as you focus on making your eggs.

“Did he… you know, ask where I was?”

“No. He was in a hurry and I guess he assumed you already left.

He nods and grabs a box of cereal from on top of the fridge and pours himself a bowl. He leans his back against the counter, crunching on his corn flakes, while he watches you make your breakfast.

“Why are you so quiet? Everything okay?”

“Hm? Nothing. I’m just tired,” you fib.

“Were you not able to sleep because of me? I’m sorry.”

“No, it’s not that.” Quietly you add, “It’s definitely not that.”

“What was that?”

“Hm? Nothing.”

Taehyung frowns, obviously not satisfied with your answer, but he’s done with his corn flakes now, so he doesn’t press further. He simply washes his bowl and stalks toward the bathroom.

You finish making your eggs and eat them with some toast. When you’re done, a freshly-shaven Taehyung walks out of the bathroom with a handful of his PJs. He stuffs them into his backpack and slings his bag over his shoulder.

“I’m gonna head out now. Have a good day, Y/N.”

“You too, Tae.”

As soon as the door shuts behind him, you take a deep breath and exhale. This morning was nothing. He’s not even aware of the fact that he was so close to you. Nothing is different for him. You shouldn’t get so worked up over it, you tell yourself. You’ve been best friends with Taehyung for ages. Feeling this way is simply not allowed. But, unfortunately for you, you’re not that good at listening to yourself.

You figure you need to distance yourself from Taehyung until these feelings subside, but really you can’t stop thinking about how nice it was to wake up with his arms around you. You weren’t exactly avoiding Taehyung these last few days, because it would seem obvious that something was off, but you didn’t really make an effort to see him either.

Later that week, you get a text from Jimin.

Jimin: Hey I got a Groupon for the roller rink downtown. You wanna come? You: Sure! When? Jimin: Tonight? 7 ish?

This is a great opportunity for a distraction, so readily you agree.

When you show up to the roller rink later that night, you see your brother waiting out front with none other than Taehyung.

Ah, heck, you think to yourself. So much for distracting you from your newly developed feelings for Taehyung.

“Hey, guys. I didn’t know you were coming too, Tae.”

“Of course I’d invite him, Y/N,” Jimin responds. “Don’t be silly.”

You look over at Taehyung and he smiles at you, the same way he always has, but this time you feel a strange flutter in your chest as you smile back.

“Can we please go inside now?” Jimin asks. “It’s freezing out here.”

The three of you make your way up the steps and into the building.

“You know, you could have waited for me inside. I could have met you by the ticketing counter.”

Jimin merely frowns and approaches the counter. You all tell the worker your skate sizes and he grabs all of your skates and hands them to Taehyung. As Jimin finishes paying, you and Taehyung agree to walk over to the benches and put on your skates first.

“Wait, shit,” Taehyung mutters as you reach the benches. “I don’t remember which skates are which.” He holds up the bunch of skates which hang in his hand by their laces.

“Yours are the red ones,” you tell him. “Jimin and I are the same size so we both have the white ones.”

Taehyung inspects the skates and then glances are your feet. “Are your feet really that huge?”

“No!” You object. “Jimin’s are just tiny!”

Taehyung lets out a laugh, amused by your overreaction, and hands you your skates. Your hand accidentally touches his as you grab onto the laces, and you jerk your hand away a little too abruptly.

“You okay?” Taehyung asks you.

“Yeah. Your hands are just so cold,” you lie. “Man, I can’t remember the last time I went skating,” you muse, wanting to change the subject.

“I think the last time was when Jimin and I were fourteen. Unless you’ve gone without us since then.” Both of you take a seat on the bench.

“You guys know I don’t go anywhere without you.” You take off your shoes and slip the skates onto your feet. “Oh, god. How do I stand up now?” You attempt to put some weight on your feet while still gripping onto the bench, but they start to roll from under you.

“Here, let me help.” Taehyung hasn’t put on his skates yet, so he stands up easily and takes your hand in his. He slips his other hand around your waste and holds on to you firmly. “Ready? Are you holding on to me?” You nod. “Okay, stand up on the count of three. One, two, three!”

Suddenly you’re yanked off your feet and you nearly tumble forward from the momentum, but Taehyung catches you and steadies you. “You good?”

You nod, but it’s a half lie. Taehyung’s arm is still around you, and he doesn’t seem like he’s letting go anytime soon. You look up to find him staring at you and you meet his eyes. You open your mouth, feeling like you should say something, but your mind draws a blank. Taehyung continues to look at you expectantly.

“Sorry that took so long.” The sound of Jimin’s voice breaks you out of your daze. “I ran into someone from dance.”

Taehyung suddenly pulls away from you and you’re left wishing he hadn’t let go. You teeter slightly before fully gaining your balance.

“These are yours.” Taehyung hands over the other pair of white skates to your brother.

“Thanks.” Jimin takes them and puts them on. “I’m gonna out-skate both of you bitches.”

Roller skating is a lot more difficult than you remember. It’s not like ice skating, where if you get tired or frustrated, you can just leave the rink and walk normally without worrying about falling. With roller skates, you’re on constantly on wheels until you take them off, so even if you leave the rink, you have the exact same chance of falling flat on your face while on your way to the benches.

You are well aware of this as you slowly inch yourself into the rink, which is just a hardwood oval that’s sectioned off from the rest of the building. You have no idea why you’re wobbling so much, or why it’s so difficult for you to keep your balance. Last time you went skating, you weren’t nearly as bad at it as you are right now. Something about this feels extremely alien, and the fear of falling makes everything worse.

But there’s nothing wrong with falling. Sure, you might get hurt, but you can always pick yourself back up and move on. You have your brother and your best friend here to help you. So there’s nothing to be afraid of.

With this new mindset, you push forward, more confidently this time.

“Y/N! Come on!” Jimin calls out to you. He skates toward you and grabs your hand. “Why are you just standing there?”

“I’m out of practice!”

“Don’t worry, I’ve got you,” he reassures.

Your brother pulls you along with him as he skates around the rink. You struggle to keep up with him, but you’re a lot steadier than before. You’re able to let all your worries go and have fun, just you and your brother.

“See? You’re doing fine!” His eyes light up. “Hey, I’ll race you!”

Before you can even agree, Jimin lets go of your hand and zooms off, expecting you to follow. You glide one foot in front of the other, faster and faster as you try to catch up to your brother. You feel the air whipping past your face, and everyone around you is reduced to a blur.

“That’s not fair, Jimin! You got a head start!”

You’re so close to catching up to him, and when you think you can, you reach your arm and and try to tag him. However, you lean forward a little too much and you lose your balance. You try to use the breaks at the front of your skate, but that causes you to tumble forward.

You throw your hands out the soften your fall and close your eyes, knowing that you’ll hit the ground soon. You let out a yelp when you suddenly collide with something, taking it down with you. That something cushions your fall, and the next thing you know, you’re on the ground, not in nearly as much pain as you thought you would be.

You open your eyes and see Taehyung on the floor beneath you.

“Oh my god! Taehyung are you okay?” You push yourself into a sitting position and face the boy.

He lifts his head up, wincing as he rubs the back of it with his hand. “Yeah, I’m fine. I’m a lot better than you would be if you had taken that fall.”

“I am so sorry! I didn’t see you! Oh my god! Are you hurt? Do you need to go to the hospital?! Do you want me to call an–”

“I’m fine, Y/N. Really.” You turn your head to look at the hand that Taehyung has placed on your shoulder. “You didn’t crash into me. I saw that you were about to fall and rushed over.”

“Oh. I–” You feel a blush creep into your cheeks. “Thank you for watching out for me.”

“Of course. You’re my best friend. You don’t have to be afraid of falling when you’re with me.”

“Thanks, Tae.”

He smiles at you and holds your gaze for longer than you think he should. But it’s comfortable, and you find yourself unable to look away. You feel the inexplicable urge to lean in a press your lips against his, to feel how soft they’d be against yours, to know how it feels to kiss him. And you almost do.

That is, until Jimin rolls on over to you two. “What happened? Are you guys okay?”

Reluctantly, you look away from Taehyung and toward your brother. His brows are knit together in concern as he scans the two of you for any signs of injury.

“Yeah, Jimin, we’re fine. Y/N was just being a speed demon and collided with me. But we’re okay.”

You glanced at Taehyung in confusion, but you just brush it off.

“Well, if you guys are okay, you should get up because these kids are kind of getting annoyed about you being in the way.”

You were so distracted by Taehyung, you forgot how crowded the rink actually is. In those moments he was all you could focus on.

“Oh, right. Yeah, we should get up.”

Taehyung stands up first and reaches a hand out to help you. You take it and then apologize to the people around you, though none of them are really listening.

You make it back to the bench with a couple of new bruises, but nothing serious. Although, you do feel a little bit dizzy. You try to remember whether you hit your head or not. You replay the scene that happened just moments earlier. Your memory of it is quite vivid: colliding with Taehyung, having his body press against you as the two of you fall to the floor.

Taehyung kneels in front of you, gently squeezing both your arms and checking for any injuries you may not have felt. You stare at him, trying to figure out whether he feels even the slightest bit the same as you do, but you can’t get a read on his expression. He just looks concerned. “You sure you’re alright?”

You nod and watch as his hands travel down your arm until his hands are wrapped around yours. As you watch him care for you, you feel the urge to reach your hand out to tilt his face up and kiss him.

He releases your hand and places his on your thigh, causing you to startle.

“Did I hurt you?”

You shake your head. “I just wasn’t expecting you to do that.”

He continues squeezing down your leg, and you wince when he gets to your calf.

“Does that hurt?”

“A little.” You grimace as he presses down on it harder.

“I think it’s just a bruise. Do you want ice?”

You shake your head again. “No, I’ll be okay.”

He gets up and places himself next to you on the bench. “I’m glad to hear that.” He gives you a soft smile. “Are you ready to get back out there?”

“Not yet.” You grip the edge of the bench with your hands, painfully aware of how close he’s sitting next to you, his arm brushing up against yours.

Taehyung interprets your stiffness as anxiousness and places his hand over one of yours. “I’ll wait here with you until you’re ready. Even if it takes the rest of the night. And when you do decide to go back out there, I’ll make sure you don’t get hurt. Got it?”

“Thanks, Tae.”

He puts his arm around you and pulls you close, a gesture meant to reassure you, like he’s done a million times before. But this time, it feels different, and you wonder if it’s just you who feels this way.

“Hey, are you busy tonight? You wanna do something with me?”

This is the first time Taehyung has called you since that night at the roller rink. You hesitate, not knowing if you can handle seeing him again right now. The last time you hung out, it took all your willpower to refrain from kissing him. “Sure. Is Jimin coming too?”

“No, he’s busy. My boy’s got a date tonight!”

“Ooooh... A date? With who?”

“Not sure. He didn’t really specify. Probably someone from his dance team.”

Your heart clenches. Your baby brother really is growing up. “Awww. I’m happy for him.”

“Me, too. I know things didn’t end well with him and Sana, so I’m glad he’s getting back out there.”

“Yeah, me too.”

“So are you down to hang out or what?” Taehyung asks again.

You hesitate. You don’t want to say no, because then Taehyung would definitely suspect something is out of the ordinary. However, you don’t know if you can trust yourself to be alone with him. “What did you want to do?”

“I found this place online that I wanna check out.”

“What is it?”

“I can’t tell you.”

You frown, although you know he can’t see it.

“I can tell you’re frowning.”

“You know I don’t like surprises.”

“It’ll be fun, I promise.”

“Fine, I’ll go with you.”

“Cool, I’ll pick you up in 10.”

Taehyung is uncharacteristically quiet as he picks you up. When he asked you to hang out, you assumed he meant to get food at some new restaurant he found, since you guys usually go out to eat together. But he’s been driving down the same road for about thirty minutes now, and your college town is turning more and more rural as you go.

You turn your head toward him. “Tae, where are we going?”

“It’s a surprise. You’ll see.” The corner of his lip tugs up mischievously.

After about ten more minutes, Taehyung turns his truck onto an unmarked dirt road and continues driving until the two of you reach what looks like a dirt parking lot. He parks the car and gets out, walking over to your side of the vehicle to open the door for you.

He reaches out his hand and you take it, stepping down from the truck.

“Tae, where are we?” you ask, still not letting go of his hand.

Instead of answering, he shuts the car door and leads you to the green field that stretches before you.

“What is this?”

He just smiles a looks at you. “You tell me.”

Cautiously, you step onto what looks like grass, but, upon closer inspection, is actually…

“Strawberries? This is a strawberry field?”

“Mhm.” He nods, beaming at you. “Come on.”

Still holding your hand, he leads you into the field and you’re suddenly thrown back to when you two were kids, in the strawberry field by your house.

“Are we allowed to be here?”

“Yep. It’s a public field.”

You look around you. The field extends on toward the horizon. “But there’s no one here,” you point out.

“Not many people know about it. It took a lot of researching to find this place. The next closest public strawberry field is, well, at home.”

“Why did you take me here?”

Instead of answering, Taehyung puts a finger to his lip. “Shh. Look.”

At that moment, the sun begins to dip below the horizon, and the sky turns a pastel shade of pink. Almost like strawberry milk.

“Isn’t this beautiful?”

“It is.” You look off into the sunset, and you’re able to forget all the weirdness you created for yourself lately and the distance you tried to put between you and Taehyung. You notice in your peripherals that Taehyung is looking at you, so you turn your head towards him.

The two of you lock eyes, but neither of you speak. You just stand there, holding each other’s gaze, allowing the soft breeze to blow between you.

“I love you, Tae,” you sigh.

“I love you, too.”

“No. I love you, Tae.”

He steps closer, leaning in slowly and bending his head down so that his face is level with yours, and then he kisses you, so softly and gently.

“I love you, too, Y/N.”

He pulls back and scans your face, trying to gauge your reaction. You simply look at him with bewildered eyes. This kiss was nothing like you expected, but it was everything you wanted in a kiss. Delicate, tender, loving.

“Y/N,” Taehyung says softly. “Can I kiss you again?”

You’re still too stunned from the first kiss to react. But then you simply nod.

When he kisses you, you kiss him back harder.

Somehow, you and Taehyung end up lying down in the middle of the strawberry field, facing each other, surrounded by the fragrant plants and their berries.

“Have you always loved me?” You utter softly, cupping his face and stroking his cheek with your thumb.

“Of course.” He looks at you with a tender expression.

“Romantically?”

He shakes his head. “No.”

“Then what changed?”

Taehyung places a hand on your hip and pulls you in so that your bodies are touching. “You know what changed. Because it was the same for you.”

You nod solemnly. “So you were awake too.”

“I was.”

Much later, the sun is long gone, and the moon is high in the sky. Taehyung’s arm is around your shoulder, keeping you close to him. Your head rests on his chest, and your arm is slung lazily across his stomach. Billions of stars glitter above you, far more abundant and brilliant than what can be seen in the city. It’s not cold. There is a warm, gentle breeze that caresses your skin, calming you as you both silently enjoy each other’s company. You start to drift asleep when Taehyung speaks again.

“Hey, what if I dyed my hair pastel pink? Like the color of strawberry milk?”

You turn your head so that you can look at him. “Shut up. You would not.”

“Maybe I would!” He challenges. “Don’t underestimate me, Y/N.”

You chuckle and kiss him on his jaw.

“Hey, maybe we can go to New York and visit the strawberry field one day. You know, the one in the Beatles’ song.”

“You know it’s not like an actual field right?”

“What?”

“Yeah, I saw pictures online. It’s just some sad patch of grass.”

Taehyung looks at you incredulously. “Then why write a whole song about it?”

“I don’t know, Tae. I don’t know.”

You lie there, looking at each other in silence. You reach your hand up and cup his cheek.

Although there’s no one else around you to hear, it’s just so quiet here that it feels wrong to disturb the peace, so you whisper, “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” he whispers back.

He leans closer and kisses you.

“What are we going to tell Jimin?” You think about how weird this conversation would be, telling your baby brother that you and his best friend are now dating.

“We don’t have to tell time anything if you don’t want to. We can let him know when you’re ready.”

You nod and he kisses you on the forehead.

“I think the longer we wait, the harder it will be to tell him.”

Taehyung nods understandingly. “I agree.”

“Hey, can you make me some strawberry milk when we get home?”

He gives your shoulder a squeeze and places another kiss atop your head. “Of course.”

#bts writing squad #btswriters #kreativenetwork #kimtaehyungnet #armiesnet #networkbangtan #btssunshinenet #kim taehyung #bts v #bts fanfic #bts fluff #taehyung fluff #my writing #idk if you can tell but i have a thing for lying in fields #see: forget me not #i would never do it in real life though bc i hate bugs #but this is fiction!! there are no bugs!!

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alabastertouch · 5 years

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dreaming of you | I

Character/s: Kang Younghyun/Young K x OC

Genre: Angst, fluff

Warning/s: Mentions of death

Summary: Younghyun had always found his supernatural gift a blessing. his visions are usually euphoric.

What is he to do when he sees someone’s life dissipating right in front of his eyes?

Author’s note: This is also posted on ao3!! Updates will be slow so please be patient!

Kang Younghyun is a dreamer.

Literally, that is. Every night when he sleeps, he has a smile on his face knowing that he is about to watch a happy ending take place, and all only for him to witness.

The first of these series of dreams was with his father, who was in a comatose during that time after falling down from three flights of stairs. Younghyun was only nine, and he doesn’t know what those dreams meant. What he can recall was that his father went downstairs to watch the football game on the living room.

The next day, his mother received a phone call that his father had woken up after a month of sleep.

Once is a chance, twice is a coincidence, and third time is a pattern.

So, when Younghyun continues dreaming of returning to his hometown in Ilsan to visit his relatives with a feast as a surprise and his older friend Sungjin getting married in the middle of winter, he is not surprised anymore, for he knows it was all about to happen.

He even predicted that Sungjin was going to propose to Nayeon.

“You’ve bought the ring already, hyung?”

Sungjin did not ponder anymore, believing that Younghyun just has a knack of knowing things earlier from the others.

Younghyun had used his power to tease his friends. There were rare moments that he had dreamt of them, and if he ever did, he just kept it to his advantage. He knew that Wonpil will win the talent show, beating even the best performers of the university, and that ex-lovers Jinyoung and Jisoo will get back together after said talent show. He had seen it all, and even if a heads-up would have been nice, he still left fate in its own hands.

Younghyun was nineteen when his parents had bought a house in Seoul. It was solely for the sake of him going to college, and even if he had tried to stop his parents by telling them he could have stayed in the school lodging, they did not let him. Younghyun is their only child, and letting him go would be too difficult for them to handle.

And that was the time when he was introduced to Kim Jiae.

Younghyun remembers that day like it was yesterday. Jiae was shy, but he also watches how independent she was from an early age. Although two years younger than him, she had always been the leader between the two of them, and because their parents always hanged out together, they stuck together like two peas in a pod.

That was, of course, until Jackson heard (key: eavesdropped) that Jiae likes Younghyun.

“Hey, stop that!” Younghyun remembered eighteen-year-old Jiae trying to deny, yet her crimson cheeks gave it all out.

“You told Nayeon that you like Younghyun hyung!” Jackson was a prankster, and this one prank of his had taken things too far.

Jiae did not really make it a secret that she liked Younghyun. She would always go out of his way to buy him carped bread, and she would always him to eat street food with her. Younghyun found her enthusiasm a breath of fresh air, but he could never see her as anything more.

He told her exactly that, so she distanced from him.

It had been five years since then, and while it is inevitable for them to find each other judging that they are neighbors, they still choose to ignore each other’s existence. One always intentionally lag behind just so they won’t have to ride the subway together, and if Jiae found Younghyun walking on his way home, she would walk slowly on purpose, avoiding him like he is bearing some type of a disease.

Younghyun thought he was giving her time to recover from the rejection, but with her taking too much, their friendship had already been greatly affected.

“You might want to go to Mr. Jin right now, Mark,” Younghyun warns his friend as soon as he arrives in the classroom. “He has your grades, and he’s not looking very amused right now.”

“Oh, shit,” the usually composed Mark hurries on his way out, and once he is back, he will probably beat the crap out of Younghyun. Those grades will determine whether Mark will be graduating with his friends or not, and with Younghyun’s sweet dream last night, he is sure that everyone will be in a festive mood.

“He passed, right?” Jaebeom is one of the few believers of Younghyun’s premonitions. The guy’s exterior might seem rough on the edges, but he is a softie who listens to his friends’ every word.

“Oh, yes,” Younghyun smiles widely. “We’ll be drinking tonight, alright.”

“Finally,” Jaebeom claps victoriously. “Should we call the others tonight, too?”

“Why not? They’re all in vacation mode already, anyway,” he laughs as he remembers how Dowoon had hit his drumstick all over the hallway, almost breaking some glasses, and how Wonpil innocently threw all of his French readings on the trash bin, clearing his locker out with a bright smile.

“Are Jae hyung and Sungjin coming?” Jaebeom questions. “Or are they too busy living their lives as adults?”

“Oh, you know they miss uni,” Younghyun sighs longingly. “And it seems like Sungjin hyung can’t miss uni at all. His wife is still a student after all.”

“They look so happy, don’t they?” Jaebeom flashes a gummy smile, and Younghyun’s response to it is interrupted by Mark’s howls as soon as he enters the lecture hall.

“I’m graduating, y’all!” Everyone applauds him, because after all, used-to-be delinquent Mark Tuan is graduating. It shows that it will never be too late to change just as long as you pour your heart out to it.

“We’re all happy,” Younghyun smiles. “I hope it will always stay that way.”

“Oh, come on, Jiae, it would be fun!” Jimin convinces the homebody Jiae inside the library. “Mark is graduating, finally, and you’ll just stay in your room?”

“I’m happy for Mark,” Jiae groans as she shuts the book close. “But you know Younghyun would be there, right?”

“Jiae, that was centuries ago!” Jimin complains.

“It was only five years ago,” Jiae clarifies.

“My point is, that was a long time ago,” Jimin scoffs. “You should have gotten over that by now, and I bet he had forgotten about it already! It’s time for you two to start anew.”

“Well,” Jiae swallows bitterly, knowing that Jimin is right. It’s time that she looks past the teenage crush she had harbored on her good-looking neighbor-slash-college senior.

It was natural for them to go to the same university of course, as it was the nearest to both of their houses. Yet, it only made it difficult for Jiae to move on from Younghyun fully.

“Fine,” Jiae grumbles as she takes her eyeglasses off.

“Great!” Jimin exclaims in delight. “How are we going to go there, by the way?”

“Well,” Jiae ponders. “I guess I can borrow Dad’s car.”

“Sweet,” Jimin claps in excitement. “We’re getting our own ride!”

Younghyun is awaken by sirens from outside his home. In panic, he jumps off the bed, peeking outside the window to see Jiae’s parents talking to a police officer. Her mother runs back inside the house, and Younghyun could see that Mr. Kim is trying his best to stand firm.

He turns to the digital clock on his bedside table. 10:52 PM.

“Had I missed Mark’s party?” He shuffles back to bed in confusion, checking his phone to see the barrage of messages and missed calls.

Jae | 9:31 PM Dude, where are you?

Wonpil | 9:45 PM Hyung, are you home, right now? Pick up the phone

Mark | 10:01 PM Dude, stay wherever you are. Don’t go anywhere.

Jaebeom | 10:27 PM We’re coming over to your home right now

He does not get the context of every message. It appears that each of them are in a strange sense of urgency to which he needs answers to.

The last message he had received was from Jimin, but it was still sending him mixed signals.

Jimin | 10:38 PM I shouldn’t have let her drove alone. This is all my fault.

“Younghyun!” Jae is the first to barge in his bedroom door and finds his younger friend’s shell-shocked expression.

“What is going on?” His voice quivers, questioning everything that is going on.

“Have you been sleeping all along?” Mark exhales sharply.

“Yeah, I was,” Younghyun replies. “What’s up?”

“Jiae,” Nayeon looks down on the floor, tears brimming her eyes. Sungjin has to coax his wife into calming down, still unable to feed Younghyun’s confusion.

“What happened to Jiae?” Younghyun’s voice grows higher in anxiety. His mind is not at ease, because how can it be when everyone is crying as if Jiae is gone?

Wait…

“She suffered a fatal car crash,” Sungjin answers in Nayeon’s stead. “Ji is gone.”

Younghyun blinks, everything finally making sense to him. His eyes detect everyone’s faces. There is no hint of humor at all… only regret, sorrow, and pain. Younghyun feels his body collapse back to his bed, his consciousness slowly seeping away from.

“Hey, Younghyun, wake up! Don’t do this!” Jaebeom tries to pull his arm up to no avail. He is being eaten alive by guilt of not talking to Jiae for the past five years, and his strength had advancedly lost.

“Younghyun, wake up!” Jaebeom’s voice begins to fade into nothing, no matter how many times he repeats.

“Kang Younghyun, wake up!”

“Younghyun, get up!”

“Younghyun!”

“Kang Younghyun!”

His eyes open alertly, shooting up as soon as the voice succeeds in getting him up.

“Finally!” Younghyun’s eyes turn vigilantly to the one who woke him up, who is not Lim Jaebeom at all.

“Jae hyung?” Younghyun mumbles in astonishment. “What are you doing here?”

“Taking you to Mark’s party! What else?” Jae throws a leather jacket on him. “Hurry up, it’s getting late.”

“Wait,” Younghyun whispers to himself, grabbing the clock on the bedside table. 8:25 PM.

“What the actual—” Younghyun hops out of the bed, checking the vicinity outside his house.

No police cars or anything, just the silver sedan of Jiae’s father.

“Dude, you’re sweating,” Jae points out. “What’s going on?”

Younghyun ignores Jae’s calls as he clumsily hurries downstairs, hastily wearing a pair of flip-flops before trudging to the house across the street.

He heads to the door, pressing the bell impatiently and in apprehension.

It finally opens, revealing Jiae’s mother looking at Younghyun in worry.

“Oh, hello, son, are you okay?”

“Auntie, is Jiae here?” Younghyun breathes shortly.

“Yes, she’s actually just on her way to your friend’s party. Do you want to go there with her? She’ll be driving her father’s car.” Just after Mrs. Kim says that, Jiae walks to the entryway of their house.

“Mom?” Jiae looks at her mother, and then to the guest present. “Younghyun? Shouldn’t you already be at Mark’s party?”

Younghyun shakes his head as he feels an impending ache.

“Please,” he coughs as he holds onto his head.

“Younghyun? Younghyun, will you please calm down?” Jiae tries to calm him down before calling Jae from across the street.

“Don’t drive to the party,” Younghyun finally manages to say out loud, perplexing Jae and Jiae.

“What?” Jiae tilts her head in question. “Why not?”

“Don’t,” it was all Younghyun can say to her. She will not believe him if he told her, anyway.

“We can just bring Ji along,” Jae suggests cautiously, trying to ease his friend from whatever it is that is causing him to be like this. “Let’s just go together on the party, alright?”

“Sure,” Jiae shrugs as she fishes for the car keys in her bag and returns it to her mother.

“Would that be fine to you, Younghyun?” Jae slowly inquires, knowing the odd position he and Jiae are having for the past few years.

“Yes,” Younghyun calms down at last. “That would be for the best.”

#kreativenetwork #day6 scenario #day6 angst #day6 fic #day6 imagines #youngk fic #youngk scenario #youngk angst #day6 youngk #day6 au #day6 fanfic

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saturnmyg · 6 years

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Lichterloh | Kim Taehyung

Synopsis ⤑ you’ve heard endless stories about small towns. That the folks living there loves to gossip all day, that theres always that one kid dreaming of making in in the big city. And of course the tales about supernatural beings lurking in the woods. After moving into town your’e surprised that you landed in a place that seems to be brimming with those beings and how the town just accepts them. Yet somehow just shortly after you’ve settled down you find yourself pulled into a scavenger hunt on the lookout for a glowing head that belongs to the Dullahan named taehyung.’‘

➵ paring: Dullahan Taehyung x Human reader

➵ A/n: happy halloween peeps!!

this is a part of the halloween collaboration!

| warnings: description of ungodly beings/ body horror

masterlist

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''Ah, that belongs into the living room'' you tell the movers and they nod at you.

You've lived your whole entire life in a high rise city, where theres constantly something going on. With the years passing by, the stress of trying to function in a system that forced you to think about your value as a human being, based on how productive were /how much money you can made, caught up to you.

So when you found about the small town named Silverdell you instantly packed your stuff and got ready to leave. Of course your mother opposed, saying that moving so far away from the family, to a small town that barely made it on the map was just dangerous. Nothing could change your mind so you proceeded with the moving, but you had to promise her to call her at least four times a week.

The weird thing though was that at first, you couldn't find the town. For some reason no matter who you asked for directions, they'd tell you that they never heard of that place and that you should ask someone else. Finally after driving for a few days through the midwest you finally arrived in silverdell, only to find the truck that had your belongings already standing in front of your house.

''You know'' you turn around to face the man thats standing next to you smoking a cigaret ‘’I’ve been wondering how that truck arrived here before me, considering that i couldn’t find this town’’

The man, who goes by the name of sam, chuckles. He’s a man of average height with a full beard and wild hair that lowkey reminds you of a pirate. ‘’that happens to every newcomer’’ he takes a long drag of the cigaret ‘’you wont find silverdell until the town accepts you’’

You furrow your brow ‘’accept? as in the town council accepting you?’’

Sam shakes his head ‘’Silverdell has a mind on its own, no one can know about it or leave and come as they want without its approval’’

‘’so you have to send a letter to let them know you're leaving for a certain amounts of days?’’

‘’Nope'' Sam answers '' it will know’’

With furrowed brows you look away. His answer is confusing, sure he earlier said that silverdell has its own mind but its not like its actually alive, or even sentient. Your'e sure the reason why you couldn't find the town was because you're bad with directions.

‘’Oh please that one belongs into the kitchen, careful it has kitchen utensils inside.’’ You say to a young mover.

The blasting of the siren is so loud you jump out of your skin. Panicking you turn around to look up at the sky, where the sun is hanging low in the horizon and the blue hue has turned red.

‘’Whats going on?’’ you turn to sam with wide eyes.

Sam on the other hand, his expression is still the same, almost as if he knew that would happen and was counting down the seconds. He presses the cigarette against the fence to put it out ‘’The headless rider is about to come out’’

Slightly annoyed you look at the burnt mark of your wood fence before turning back to sam ‘’he what?’’

‘’No time to talk, first let’s get into the house’’ he ushers you towards the house where you see that all the other movers are already inside, peaking their head out of the door waiting for you two to enter.

''Wait whats going on, and why are you all in my house?'' you ask bewildered and shut the door behind you. Walking into the living room you see various movers sitting on the unfurnished floor while unpacking your boxes.

Embarrassed you walk up to them. ''please you don’t have to do that i can do that on my own’’ you scratch your cheek

‘’Don worry’’ one of the boys answers. ‘’Until the night rider is gone we have nothing to do anyways , might as well help you unpack’’

‘’Who’s the night rider?’’ you ask

Sam whose standing by the windows, closes the curtains and turns around to face the you all with a grim expression on. ‘’The headless rider is a being you shouldn't talk or think about’’

The boy whose the closest to you, and spoke up earlier, rolls his eyes ‘’there he goes again’’ and turns around to look at you again ‘’ theres a tale amongst the elder that the headless rider is a being that eat’s human souls and sometimes their body too but there hasn’t been such an incident in over two hundred ears’’ he explains and stretches his hand towards you ‘’anyways i’m jun, don’t worry about sam he's an old grim man who thinks death is lurking on every corner of this town’’

Jun looks around your age. He has dark honey colored skin with almost waist long black hair. The sleeves of his shirt are rolled up, showing an intricate tattoo on the right arm.

‘’I’m Y/n’’ you take his hand into yours and shake it ‘’but back to the headless rider’‘

‘’Ah yes’’ jun counters ‘’if you go by folklore then the night rider is the harbinger of death but if you go by what towns folk say then he’s a human eating monster’’

You raise your eyebrows at that

‘’Every sunset the rider comes out of the forest, holding a lit torch and gallops from one end of the town to the other with creatures from following him, weirdly though it’s always only one direction that he brings them to. There are some theories that the reason he does that ,is because at sunrise he brings them back, but theres no evidence backing that up ‘’Jun finishes

‘’why has no one ever seen him?how do you even know that he exists? or know about his activities?’’ you ask baffled that the towns folk just believe something wholeheartedly without even having it seen with their own eyes.

‘’Because those who aren’t inside a building the moment the last siren ring, usually go missing the same evening’’ Jun answers with a serious expression

‘’That still doesn’t explain how this tale got spread around’’ you counter ‘’dead men tell no tales’’

Jun just blinks at you for a few seconds before shrugging his shoulders and continues to take items out of the box.

‘’Thats just how it is’’ Sam speaks up ‘’ when the siren rings you hide, when you see angels you ignore them, thats how it has been for decades’’ He faces the small radio thats on the table ‘’in this town its very dangerous to question traditions or rules, you ought to be careful’’ and curbs the knob.

The radio makes a static noise for a few seconds until you hear a bewildered nasal voice speak up

''Yoongi how can you say you don’t believe in them, even though you starred one dead in the eye and showed me a picture of it?''

The movers in your house all chuckle at that

The other person, presumably yoongi ,just sighs deeply almost as he's used and tired of the first host's outbreaks. '' first of all it was around eight feet tall and skinny like a stick figure i thought that was an abstract piece of art , theres no way that was wendigo''

you stop in your tracks and look at the radio in perplex, ‘’a what now?’’ you ask no one in particular.

Sam who sees the look of confusion on your face just shrugs his shoulders, as if to tell you to get used to it

Hoseok just sputters '' man come on we all know what a wendigo looks like , yoongi how stubborn are you?, did you not notice the never ending eyes on its body?’’

‘’I 'mean it did but i was too occupied to not vomit from the stench of greg’s butchery’’ yoongi counters

‘’God that store should be banned to serve people, i’m pretty sure he uses inhuman creatures to- hold on why were you even near that place?’’

''Clearly to not buy meat Hoseok'' yoongi answers ‘’i was just taking a stroll when i found it standing by the butchery’’

‘’Wouldn’t surprise me if it actually eats the shit Greg sells’’ Hoseok says ‘’but anyways back to reporting, as for no-’’

‘’-as for now no one's dead because we all know to stay inside if you don’t want to be taken by the council for seeing the headless, and i’m putting quotations marks on ''headless'' dear listeners, rider'’’Yoongi interrupts

‘’Really?’’Hoseok asks ‘’so you think that the headless rider is something that the city council has made up to, i dont’ know , manipulate us?’’

‘’Lets be realistic’’ Yoongi counters ‘’no being can be alive without a head, even vampires are known to die if you cut their head off’’

‘’chickens do though’’ Hoseok continues ‘’like they'll continue to run around, which is frankly creepy as hell’’

‘’The minute you separate the brain from the neck, just like in humans, you’re going to get tremendous movement of the limbs, please did you not pay attention in biology class?’’

‘’Firstly i majored in art’’ Hoseok answers ‘’secondly everything that happened before college i have no memory of, hell i don’t even remember half of the shit from college.’’

‘’Thats sad’’ Yoongi states

‘’Anyways’’ Hoseok deviates from the topic ‘’as Yoongi said there are no reports of anyone gone missing this week, besides old Berta's cat but thats nothing new.’’

‘’It really isnt’’ Yoongi continues ‘’after this ad we'll open up the lines so please listeners stay tuned’’

While the ad is playing, you faintly hear the sound of the siren go off again but this time only for a few seconds. worriedly you look over to the window and see that another mover, this time a woman, is pulling aside the curtain very slowly almost as if she's expecting a monster's face instead of hers to appear in the reflection. After inspecting the outside for a few seconds she finally turns around and gives the people in the room, that are watching her ,the thumbs up.

‘’Alright then’’ Jun says , stands up and stretches himself.

With him standing there in that pose you notice how well build jun is which adds more to his attractiveness and your’e just a little bit envious on how good he looks.

Jun notices you looking at him with your head tilted and with a slight pout and raises an eyebrow.

‘’Do you work out to have a figure like that?’’ you ask

Jun lets his arm fall down and runs one hand through his long thick hair ‘’oh hell no, this job is already working me out ,going to a gym would kill me’’ he laughs ‘’its all genetics’’

‘’Oh’’ you hum ‘’you sure are blessed’’

jun strikes a ridiculous pose that probably a character from Jojo's bizarre would do ‘’i know right?’’

Shaking your head you laugh and turn to the others who are still in the living room ‘’thank you for helping me unpack’’

A large hand lands on your shoulder and you turn your head to see sam smiling at you ‘’no problem , thank you for letting us into your house otherwise we'd be dead meat’’

‘’Lets go’’ Sam hollers and some of the movers come out to the hallway, you didn’t even notice them going into your bedroom.

‘’The bed is set up’’ The man standing at the entrance of the living room, says and gives you a big smile.

You smile and bow slightly in thanks and the movers slowly trickle out of your house .

‘’Dont forget to tune in to the community radio, they often announce stuff from the city council’’ sam says as he standing in the doorway ‘’ but dont worry if you forget it will turn on itself’’ he laughs and you just furrow your brow.

As you bud him goodbye you notice another figure standing next to you and you turn your head to see jun.

''Hope you don’t mind that i ripped a paper off but heres my number, lets hang out or go shopping or something, i feel like we'd be good friends’’ Jun hands you a piece of paper

Usually you're not one to take numbers from men's, since a lot of them , if not almost all, have a hidden agenda. Which you don’t feel that Jun currently has, the feeling you get from him is more of a theatrical person thats always dramatic. You know, like, laying in a field of roses after your crush got asked out by someone else- type of person.

Basically hilarious.

So you accept the small piece of paper and smile at him ‘’sure , i'll text you, might take a while though because i first have to get used to this place’’

‘’No problem’’ Jun waves his hand dismissively ‘’if you got any questions though just text me i'll help ya’’ and walks out of your house , waving his hand with a big smile on his face.

Chuckling slightly you close the door and walk down the hallway into your bedroom.

You truly are grateful that the movers helped you unpack and put your furniture together, because you really wouldn't know how to without getting confused because you're so bad at following instructions. Well its not like Ikea makes it easy to follow and they keep giving people extra assets that just end up frustrating everyone who buys the furniture

The big queen sized bed takes up most of the space in your room but you don’t mind that, at least you're able to have one not like when you used to live in the big city , where the apartments were narrow but expensive.

besides the bed and various boxes that contain clothes there really isn't anything in the bedroom yet. The emptiness makes you slightly uneasy and you're overcome with the feeling of panic and dread. It’s the type of emotion you get after the excitement and adrenaline is gone, your’e left with uneasiness and panic thats slowly seeping yet throbbing from your chest as if you have a hole where your heart is supposed to be. For whatever reason you feel like you're back to being 18, back to the kid who kept getting panic and anxiety attacks over everything, back to the kid who never lived without a family , yet alone in another city.

That emotion over comes you so strongly, that for a second you feel like the walls are closing on you and you're getting choked. You shake your head and slap your cheeks a few time, before letting your hands fall down and almost run into the bathroom.

You slam the door open and in two quick long strides you're standing in front of the sink. Your hands are trembling as you reach for the faucet and turn it. The water feels cold underneath your finger tips and you gather some of it onto your palms before leaning down and splashing it onto your face. The coolness of the water a little bit takes the panic away but its still lingering in your chest.

You step away from the sink and lower yourself to the floor ,where you wrap your arms around your legs with your head hanging between your knees. For the next 20 minutes you're slowly rocking yourself from side to side , while taking in deep regular breaths. It’s a technique you learned online a while ago and has up to now proven to be useful.

As you finally have calmed down , you slowly get up from the floor and see your reflection in the mirror. Your hair is messy, sticking up in different directions, your complexion is slightly green, which you think has to do with the fluorescent lighting if anything, and you turn away.

You walk out of the bathroom, down the hallway back into your bedroom. You open one of the boxes that has clothes written on it and take out a shirt. Not even bothering to look for pants , you get changed , open up another box that has the blanket and pillows inside, and throw them on the bed before getting onto it. You remember that your phone fell earlier and lean down to pick it up, scroll through your podcast app before finally deciding on which episode to listen to. You put the phone right next to your head and just a few seconds later you're out like a light.

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Closing the door behind you , you take a deep breath. Yesterday night was , well to say, horrible. You've always had anxiety issues , not in the way that you have trouble talking to people or talk in public , its more that once you're left alone you get the so-called "what-next thoughts". Which always plays out the worst case scenario that could happen to you. Meaning you instantly realize how insignificant your existence is and that if you died right now, it would take weeks for anyone to notice. You've been getting help for that though. Before you moved to silverdell you doctor gave you a prescription so that you could get it refilled at the pharmacy.

which is where you're currently headed to. Silverdell is a beautiful town. Alongside the street there are trees ,which leafs already have turned brown and orange. The air is so crispy to the point where if it wasn’t so sunny you'd think it might snow at any time.

A breeze of cold air blows and you tighten the scarf around your neck. It’s getting close to the end of september and the streets already smells of cinnamon and mulled wine. As you're enjoying the view you notice a trail of kids running past you while giggling and shoving each other, and you smile.

You've always liked working with children, they hold a lot of freshness and innocence , live in their own little creative bubble , and yet are very understanding of a lot of things that parents be overreacting about. The only reason why they then later on sometimes turn out to have a bad attitude / personality is because of the way they were raised. They subconsciously tend to soak the behaviors in their environment ,up like sponges, not even realizing that those behaviors aren't socially acceptable. Thats why you became a teacher, to at least lead the kids in the right path but also protect them from the cruelty of the world and society.

Speaking of school, tomorrow will be your first day as a teacher in silverdell. You're slightly nervous but excited, you just hope that your coworkers are nice and not demons disguised as humans like at the last school you worked at.

You shake your head at that thought, you'll cross the bridge when you get to it.

‘‘god please let me find the pharmacy’‘ you silently pray and take out your phone , according to google maps its only a few meters away from you

Turning around the corner you finally arrive at the pharmacy. It’s a small white store that has mint colored decorations, you also spot various pot, plants, around the entrance that gives the store a welcoming feeling.

Walking up to the entrance, you see that one of the plants is a cactus. When you arrive you bend down to inspect it. It’s a huge dark green cactus that has multiple vertical lines going down the round figure with needles sticking out. At the top there is a hole, you're not really sure if its an actual hole or if its just an illusion that was created by the lighter color, but you see that there is where the most needles are gathered.

Out of curiosity and impulse you reach out and softly lay a finger on the plant, to which you are, to no ones surprise, stung by a needle. You straighten up while clutching your hand to your chest and look at your hand. you press the finger together to see a tiny drop of blood coming out of the wound and sigh.

Shaking your head you let your arm fall down, give the plant a last glance before entering the pharmacy.

At the counter stands a woman that seems to be in her forties. Her hair is tied into a braid with stray strands framing her face that has a warm yet gentle expression on as she works on some documents.

She lifts up her head as the little door bell rings for the second time when the door closes behind you.

‘’Oh my’’ She says with a surprised expression ‘’are you new in town?’’

''Is it that obvious?'' you ask bashfully and walk up to the counter

‘’Not at all dear’’ she smiles ‘’its just that this town is quite small so we all know each other, but anyways how may i help you?’’

‘’Right’’ you answer and take out the prescription from your wallet and hand it to her, alongside with your insurance card ‘’i need a refill of my medication’’

‘’Coming right up’’, she takes the card from you, puts it on the table before disappearing in the backroom.

You look around while waiting for her to come back, the inside of the store is just as lovely as the outside. The walls are stacked with various medicine but you notice the same minty color peeking out behind the shelves. The air is very clean, almost biting with the disinfectant still lingering in the air, and for a moment you regret forgetting to take your mouth mask with you. Its not like you're asthmatic but strong smells usually give you a migraine , and using a mask usually helps to dull it down to a slow throbbing.

‘’Here we go’’ The pharmacist says while walking back to the counter, scans your insurance card and furrows her brows as she looks at the computer display.

‘’Is something wrong?’’ you ask. You've paid your insurance bill so there shouldn't be any problem but sometimes the card doesn't function or doesn't get accepted by the pharmacy and you really hope that that isn't the case today.

‘’Oh no no’’ the pharmacist laughs ‘’i just forgot to wear my contact lenses today so i had a bit of trouble reading the display’’

you sigh in relief

‘’But’’ she continues ‘’i just saw that your doctor has written in the data that these medications have to be taken continuously’’ she hands you back your card and the medications. ‘’if they're finished just come back and i will refill them again’’

‘’will do’’ you answer and put the medication into your purse, bid the nurse goodbye and walk out of the store.

The minute you're out of the pharmacy you stop in your tracks. You're not sure if you just imagined that but when you bid her goodbye her smile looked weirdly large for her face and for a second you thought you saw branches ,that looked like antlers ,growing out of her head.

Slowly you turn back and see the pharmacist, typing something on the computer looking normal and you furrow your brows, turn back to the road.

‘’What in the hell’’you mutter and continue walking towards the mall thats quite close to the drug store.

.....

As you're walking past various stores, an unimaginable stench makes it way to you and the urge to vomit is so strong that you slam your hand to your mouth and turn away for a second. The odor is one of a corpse decaying, well you don’t actually know what a corpse smells like but you're pretty sure it would be similar to this.

Turning around you face the way you were talking towards too and frown. On the left side of the building stands in bold red, almost blood like, letters '' Gregs Butchery''

''They weren't wrong about the smell '' you think and hurriedly walk, no run past the building into the big grocery store thats two stores away from the flower shop and the ''butchery''

The grocery store is just like any other. Worn out regals stacked against the washed out yellow walls ,while in the background a remix of an eighties city funk song plays.

‘’God that was disgusting’’ you mumble and wipe your mouth with the sleeve of your hoodie. You take out your phone and reach over to the stack of baskets thats right next to you, and take one.

looking at the shoppings list you made in the notes app , you subconciously bite your lip and walk further into the store.

...............

You're looking at your phone again, not for notifications or anything, just checking if the items in the basket match the ones on the list. Which they do ,but you have a feeling that you earlier forgot to write down something important that you need but cant remember what it is.

‘’garbage bags?’’ you mumble ‘’no i - ouf-’’ With all the thinking you're doing you aren't even paying attention to your surroundings and walked straight into something, or somebody.

You take a step back and rub your nose thats stinging slightly '' my bad'' and look up. The first thing you see is black, a black thats so dark where if someone shone a flashlight at, whatever is in front of you, the light would not be reflected. It’s almost as if the void has manifested itself somehow in this shop. The second thing you notice is that the being standing in front of you has the thousand upon thousands of branch like looking bones growing out of it , how you even missed something so grotesque looking, is baffling , but then again this is you we're talking about.

The being turns its body around and you see that its face is empty of facial features. Theres not even a slight dent or shadow of a nose or mouth that could indicate that it’s wearing a mask. Slowly the creature tilts is head, almost as if it’s wondering why you approached it, and leaves without a word.

Not like it could say anything without a mouth anyways

You on the other hand have already astral projected into another dimension.This whole interaction is so surreal to you, that for a second for a second you think you're on mtv's candid camera show, and that this whole thing is just a set up.

You come back to your senses when you feel a hand on your arm and jerk in surprise.

‘’dazed ain’t you?'' the woman next to you chuckles ‘’everyone is when they see they see an angel for the first time’’

‘’Huh?'' you turn your head towards the woman and blink a couple of times ‘’excuse me , a what now?’’ She’s a plump 5′2 tall woman with amber skin and undercut and a gummy smile that makes her eyes disappear into crescent forms when she laughs. On the other side of her’s shes holding a hand of a roughly ten year old child thats boredly starring into nothingness , probably waiting for her mother to finish so that they can go home.

The fact though, that she called the ominous being an angel is baffling because to you it looks more like something that jumped out of h.p lovecrafts book.

‘’An angel’’ she shakes her head ‘’they're very nice, they always help me with any chores or escort luna home, and despite the fact that theyve lived here forever people still ignore their existence’’

‘’but thats not how angels look?’’ you quietly retort not wanting to seem disrespectful

The woman chuckles again and pats you on the arm ‘’what you know as angels is what society taught you with no actual evidence of them ever looking like that’’

''But the bible-''

‘’The bible described them as terrifying which they are’’ she points at the angel thats at the counter waiting for the cashier to ring their stuff up, which he isn’t cause when you look closer you see that the magazine the cashier is holding is slightly crumpled and shaking , probably out of fear.

‘’also it has been translated into other languages so many times that by now half of was originally was written is lost in translation’’ she continues

You tilt your head ‘’so basically everything i know is a lie?’’

‘’No no, not everything is just that in this town, the laws of nature and society don’t apply’’

Great, what type of town did you move into. Yesterdays fiasco was already weirder than anything you've experienced and you kinda swept it under the rug. but this? this is something that even a skyscraper cant hide, and obviously the emotions you're feeling shows on your face because the black woman bursts out laughing.

‘’Im sorry’’ you apologize flustered not wanting to offend her and come off as uptight

‘’No need to apologize’’'' she says and waves her hand ‘’newcomer’s reaction are always funny to watch but you're the first one who didn’t run away’’

''yeah one day that will be the death of me'' you think and smile wryly at her.

‘’I have to go’’ the woman continues ‘’try to greet the angels once in a while ,theyre harmless’’

You give her a tight lipped smile and nod. The woman chuckles for the last time and walks off , towards the angel whose still at the counter apparently waiting for her to come pay since the cashier is still ignoring the being.

You shake your head and sigh again, glance back to the counter for the last time before proceeding with grocery shopping.

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‘’We're so glad to have you in our team’’ the dean says as you're walking down the school hallway. The dean is a elderly short baldheaded man with round glasses. He's wearing a suit thats a little baggy on him but it gives him character. He kind of reminds you of popeye but with a softer , creakier voice.

It took you some time to find the school, since google maps seems to not always work it took which gave you the same problem you had yesterday when you were looking for the pharmacy. You'd think for such a small town it would be found easily , which it wasn't because it took you around forty minutes to find the facility. Its located on the other side of the town, which in your opinion is just unethical and slightly annoying.

Whoever the founder was of silverdell clearly wasn't thinking logically, it would be way more proficient if the school was in in the middle where it would take the same amount of time for anyone to reach it

‘’I'm excited to be working here’’ you reply and smile down at the dean who just, not chuckles but makes a similar sound to it.

‘’Let me introduce you to the other teachers’’ he says as you two come to stop in front of a dark wooded door and opens it.

The room is pretty normal. Various abstract drawings are hanging on the eggshell white walls giving the place a slightly modern feeling. In the middle of the room theres a long table placed along side with books and other items. On the left side, the side you're actually standing in, is a small kitchen that has a coffee machine and freshly washed cup and glasses.

‘’Oh?’’ a honey voice speaks up and you turn your head to the person you think it came from. ‘’Who do we have here?''

The voice that you just heard belongs to possible one of the most beautiful human beings you have ever seen in your life. He has midnight black hair where one side is falling into his face while the other side is slicked back. Thick plump lips that are stretched into a smile ,revealing a row of pearly white teeth. He's not particularly tall, you're pretty sure you're taller than him but then again you're taller than most women, but you see from the outfit he's wearing he's well build.

Honestly he's so beautiful its like god took his sweet time making him, plus he's sending you a smile thats so bright you want to shield your eyes, it’s like you're looking at the sun.

‘’Didn’t hear that there would be someone new’’ another low voice speaks up and your eyes wander to the person thats standing right next to him. He's a tall man that looks around your age with strawberry blonde dyed hair, thats slightly hanging in his face. He has a strong yet straight nose and thin lips alongside with big doe eyes that makes him look even younger than he already is. You already have the feeling that out of the two, he's the slicker one.

The black haired boy stretches his hand towards you ‘’i’m Park jimin''

You take his hand into yours and for a second you notice how long your fingers are compared to his but thats ought to happen with your height. ‘’Y/n’’ you retort and give him a firm shake before letting his hand go.

‘’Jeon jungkook’’ The strawberry blonde man says not even bothering to shake your hand as he's preoccupied with twirling the volleyball on his finger like a basketball.

Jimin just sighs at Jungkook’s retort, turns around and slaps the ball off ‘’we're not in college anymore where are your manners?’’ he scolds

Seeing Jungkook's expression you hold your laughter in. His lips are pursed but the look in his eyes sell him out that he's planning to pull a prank on the shorter man. Obviously jimin notices the look and slaps him on the arm to which jungkook just grins before turning around to you with an outstretched hand

‘’Again'' he starts ''i’m Jeon Jungkook ''

you nod ‘’nice to meet you’’

''Which class are you teaching?'' Jimin asks and crosses his arms

''1A'' The dean speaks up and you jump in surprised. You didn’t even notice him joining you three with a cup of coffee in his hand. ‘’speaking of’’ he continues and turns towards you'' classes start soon i hope you understood everything but if you have questions don’t be afraid to ask mister Park and mister Jeon.’’

Jimin and Jungkook both smile at you and you nod ‘’will do’’

‘’Alright then’’ Jimin says and yawns ‘’1A is right next to my classroom i'll show you the way’’

‘’Thanks’’ you smile, bid the dean and jungkook goodbye before leaving the breakroom.

‘’Are you nervous?’’ Jimin asks as he's walking next to you down the hallway

''More excited'' you answer ‘’i’m good with kids but i just hope everything goes okay’’

Jimin turns his head ‘’you just moved here right? what do you think of silverdell?’’

carefully you mull over your words, not sure if its appropriate or too soon to tell him about the supernatural beings and weird customs that you've come across. ‘’it will take some time for me to get used to this town’’ you answer him instead.

Jimin laughs, a laugh that sounds like angels are singing and you smile too ‘’well thats to be expected, but don’t worry everyone settles down pretty quick'' He stops in front of a classroom. ''this is 1A, i’m right next door if you need something’’ and bids you goodbye.

The classroom is just like any normal middle school classroom is supposed to look like. Since it’s not the start of a new school year, you see that the decorations on the wall probably were made by the students and you smile.

You walk up to the teachers desk thats right by the window and put your bag down and take your items out. You're so lost in your thoughts as you organize the your items on the table you don’t even hear the bell ring.

The sound of the door slamming against the wall and the chatter of high pitched voices rip you out of your thoughts and you look up to see students walking into the classroom. At the sight of you at the desk they stop in their tracks and whisper to each other.

‘’Good morning’’ you greet them and some greet you back while others just nod in silence as they walk towards their desks. After all the students are sitting at their desk you walk to the blackboard and write your name on it.

‘’'I'm your new teacher’’ you turn around and face the students ‘’i just recently moved here from the city and i have to say i’m surprised in how much greener it is here, meaning we could once go hiking in the forest’’ you clap your hands together

The moment those words leave your mouth the entire classroom gets quiet. The eyes of the kids are almost glued to you in a creepy way, the expressions on their faces are kind of empty.

A chubby boy with black hair raises his hand ‘’ma'am no one ever goes into the forest’’

Oh boy , this is exactly what you feared, that the kids would be just as weird about the town as the adults are. So instead you give them a tight lipped smile ‘’why?’’

‘’Because the monsters will eat you’’ another student says , the tone indicating that you should already know about the taboo.

‘’Or the headless rider’’ the same chubby boy finishes.

This is the third time you're hearing about the headless rider. His existence still makes no sense to you, how can everyone be afraid of him and tell horrible tales on how he kills humans but yet no one has actually ever interacted with the said being.

‘’Marissa did see the headless rider once’’ a girl speaks up and almost every student turns around to look at her with a scornful expression on their face.

''Whose Marissa?'' you ask and tilt your head.

‘’Someone that has turned into a memory’’ the girl from earlier answers, whom you recognize to be the daughter of the woman from the store you met few days ago. Just like her mom she has brown skin, dark hair and intelligent looking eyes, that seem to know way too much than what a ten year old should know.

‘’Alright then’’ you clap your hands together to get the attention of the students ‘’lets play two truths and a tale to break the ice so i'll get to know you better.’’

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‘’Goodbye ma'am''! the chubby boy, who's name you learned is Evan, says and waves as he leaves the classroom.

‘’Bye!’’ you smile and wave back. The moment the door slams shut your hand instantly falls down and you sigh deeply. ''Well that was a train wreck'' you think and gather the books together and walk over to the regal thats by the wall and put them in neatly. You walk back to your desk pick up your bag not before flickering the light off and walk out of the classroom.

As you're walking down the hallway you see a tiny baldheaded figure that couldn't belong to anyone else but the dean. Who apparently saw you coming because he stops walking and wait for you to catch up to him.

''Y/n'' he greets cheerfully '' how was your first lesson?''

''Good evening'' you greet back '' it was good actually'' you finish. The dean just chuckles and starts walking down the hallway with you following him.

‘’say’’ you start ‘’what happened to Marissa?’’

The dean turns his head to face you, anger mixed with fear clouds his eyes for a second before returning back to normal ''someone thats better not to be spoken of if you don’t want anything happen to you'' he answers.

At the ominous answer the hairs on your neck raise and you resist the urge to take a step back. The way he worded it its like the town will kill anyone who questions their traditions or goes against the rules, plus his whole demeanor screams that you shouldn't ask any more questions.

''A-alright'' you stammer and the dean sends you a tight lipped smile in return.

'' The dean turns around in the doorway he’s standing in ‘’i'll see you tomorrow’’

‘’Have a nice evening’’ you reply and bow slightly. When the door slams shut you sigh and put a hand on your chest, feeling the rapid heartbeat underneath your fingertips. You adjust the bag strap on your shoulder and walk down the hallway towards the entrance and out of the facility.

When you're outside you notice that the shun is already starting to set. That isn't surprising considering that its fall and the days are getting shorter but at the same time that means that you'll either have to hurry back home since the sun sets around at five pm. The other option would be you waiting at school till the coast is clear but considering todays conversation you0d like to spend as little time as possible with the dean. Especially since now it seems that he's keeping an eye out on you.

You shake your head and look up at the sky.Azure blue has now turned into spectacular colors of orange and red mixed with purple, its so beautiful that you take out your phone and take a picture of it. Satisfied with how the picture turned out you send it to your mom and put it back into your pocket.

‘’I should buy a bike’’ you mumble and continue to walk home.

..............

''Hey mom'' you greet your mother and wipe your hands on the towl thats hanging at the wall right by the kitchen sink.

‘’Y/nn dear are you alright?’’ your mother asks loudly sounding frantic.

You grimace and hold the phone away from your ear ‘’i am, why did something happen?’’

‘’What do you mean? , you sent me that ominous picture with no text whatsoever nor did you call me ever since you arrived at wherever you are’’ you mom rants

You know your mom has only your best interests at heart, ever since she found out about your anxiety it’s like she herself developed it too with how much she worries about you being alone. Which on one hand is reassuring but on the other you're already twenty eight and kind of need to venture out in the world on your own.

''ominous picture? what are you talking about? i sent you a picture of a sunset'' you retort and furrow your brows

‘’sunset?’’ your mom's voice pitches up a few octaves ‘’all i got was a picture of a black cracked background with the letters '' if you did, you wished you didn't’’

‘’oh go-’’

‘’and where are you?’’ your mom continues ‘’iv’e googled the town name but nothing showed up, i even asked my coworkers and no one knows about silverdell’’

''Silverdell has a mind on its own, no one can know about it or leave and come as they want without its approval''

you grimace, hoping that whatever Sam said was just some good o'l superstition ,but up to now with everything that you have experienced, it looks like thats not the case

‘’mom seriously i’m safe, i’m not being held hostage by some mobster or anything like that, why it doesn’t show up on google though i don’t know.’’ you say , trying to calm her down. Theres no way you're going to tell her about the towns strangeness , knowing how she is she'd probably get into her car while she's talking to you and drive off, ending up lost in the middle of nowhere.

Your mother hums on the other side of the phone, by the tone of it you know that she's not fully convinced but will believe you for now. She then continues to talk about her annoying coworker, thats always trying to one upper her in everything and how she wants to screw her head off.

While she's rambling off you're finishing drying the dishes and put the back in the cupboard, occasionally humming in agreement to let her know that you're still listening. Reaching over you take the other towel and dry your hands, put it back on the wall before turning towards the living room. You notice that the blinds are still open and a wave of panic comes over you. you dash over to the other room, of course not without you stumbling over furniture, and quickly close the blinds.

Your heart is beating wildly against your ribcage and it takes you a second to calm down.

''Sweetie are you okay?'' your moms voice comes out of the phone that you’re still holding

‘’uhm yeah!’’ you heave ‘’just stumbled, fell almost on my face’’

your mother sighs deeply ‘’you were always the clumsy one’’ and you just chuckle. Though it quickly fades as you start hearing noises coming from the ceiling. your eyes widen and you jerk your head upwards . The dull sound of something similar to heavy footsteps becomes louder and louder and you furrow your brows. ''are they trying to break my roof?'' you ask yourself and hold the phone closer to your ear.

‘’Mom let me call you back, someones knocking no the door’’ you interrupt your mother, hoping that she doesn't hear your voice shaking.

‘’sure’’ she reluctantly answers ‘’'i'll talk to you later, and remember call the police if something fishy is up’’

‘’Will do’’ you say and hang up ‘’ the police might not help in this situation''

You jump when you hear the static of the radio ripping, slowly you turn around and tilt your head sideways. ''Did you just turn on by yourself?'' you ask out loud , but the radio doesn’t answer instead it continues to flip through channels until you hear a familiar voice coming out of the speakers.

''dear listeners we just received a report stating that the roof inspectors have already begun their work, we would like to remind you to leave a plate of cookies or milk with honey on the porch as a thank you gift. Another reminder would be that you should absolutely not look directly at the workers as they like to be unknown to the public. Not meeting the criteria will have consequences''

''They like to be private?'' the voice you recognize to be yoongi asks '' we're literally broadcasting this to every citizen in silverdell ,how is that private? on top of that they want food'

Hoseok laughs nervously ''lets not trash talk about the roof inspectors ''

''Or what? they're going to break in and kill me?''

''That are dangerous words yoongi'' hoseok chokes out

''Oh don’t give me that look, i’m not planning to have a chat with them all im saying is that its suspicious'' yoongi exclaims

''maybe so but you should know better than to voice out your thoughts considering we're on live broadcast''

You have a sneaking suspicion that that warning is towards you, maybe its just you being paranoid but the sounds coming from the ceiling sound almost impatient? agitated? you're not sure and you don't want to find out.

So you venture back into the kitchen, open the cupboard and take out a plate and a glass. Fill the plate with chocolate chip cookie, not sure if your choice of cookies will fit their taste you reach into the fridge to take out milk. Pour three spoons full of honey into the glass and mix it up all together. You take out a tray, put the dishes onto it and slowly walk to the front door of the house.

Putting down the tray you unlock the door and slowly open it, praying that whatever is making the noise isn't standing in front of your door. Of course mother nature ignores your plea, because nothing ever goes the way you want it to and you stumble back at the sight.

In front of you dangling from the lowest part of the rooftop edge hangs a long arm that has white fur on it, which lowkey looks like it belongs to a yeti. Its fingers, if you can even call them that, stretch out like its impatiently waiting for you to hand it the tray. With shaky fingers you pick up the tray, avert your eyes and hand it to the worker, trying to not touch it.

It takes the tray from you, makes a sound that could be described as a mixture of a growl and grunt and vanishes.

With wide eyes and a rapid beating heart you close the door and clutch your chest '' what the absolute fuck?!'' you whisper and run to the kitchen.

There you grab the salt and a chair before returning to the front door, sprinkle salt along at the gap and barricade it by putting the back of the chair underneath the doorknob. Sure the inspector might be able to kill you and you doubt that a little bit of barricade will hold it back but it sure as hell makes your anxious self feel safer.

Quietly you walk down the hallway and switch off the light, before walking into your bedroom and locking the door, hoping that tonight you'll at least be able to sleep.

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‘’Jimin’’ you call out .

Jimin who's sitting at the table reading a book ,that looks like if you tried reading it it would fry the remaining braincells you have, looks up with raised eyebrows. ‘’yes?’’

‘’So’’ you drawl out ‘’i sent a picture of the sunset to someone and apparently the picture they got was different from what the original one, do you know whats up with that?’’

Jimin leans back in the chair and runs a hand through his hair ‘’ honestly we've been having this problem for a few months now, the after school science club is trying to figure out what the problem is.’’

You raise your eyebrows ‘’the who?’’

Jimin waves his hand dismissively '' thats their name don’t ask me how they got it, but they’re really smart though and have saved silverdell many times when we were in a pinch’’'

‘’well did they find out at least something?’’

‘’not really’’ jimin puts a hand on his chin ‘’we just know that silverdell is putting out some sort of high frequented waves that interferes with the phone, theres a theory that it doesn’t want people outside of silverdell knowing about it.’’

The expression on your face currently can be described as one of pure listlessness. Mentally you already clocked out days ago, but mother nature or as in this case; silverdell has it's way of surprising you. Sighing deeply you put one hand on the table and lean against it

‘’you know’’ you start’’ when i first moved here i was in love with the idea of a small town where the environment is beautiful, the people are nice'' you move your arm in a half circle motion ‘’not this’’

‘’How is that our problem’’ a voice says and you turn around to see jungkook leaning against the door frame.

‘’Jungkook!'' jimin scolds and frowns

‘’What?'' jungkook asks and pushes himself away from the door '' isn't that her fault for having high ass expectations? weren't you suspicious that you couldn't find silverdell?’’

‘’In my defense’’ you bristle ‘’i just thought i was bad with directions ,who would've thought that its because this town is located in the twilight zone’’

Jimin and jungkook both chuckle at that ‘’hats what a lot of newcomers say’’

Picking up the empty cup of coffee you retort '' well maybe something needs to be changed so we don’t all keep repeating the same thing'' and walk over to the sink.

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Its been over a month since you've moved to silverdell. You somehow got used to the weird customs of the town and nowadays you're not even fazed by the angel's anymore. on the contrary you sometimes let the angel's carry your grocery home or you when they don’t fit on the basket of the bike. In the beginning you were quite shocked and afraid ,when the ominous being stood in front of you and reached out of the bag. Which resulted in you screaming out loud in horror thinking that you're going to die. It took one staff member to calm you down , which took quite some time because apparently the angel didn’t realize that you were scared of it , and kept starring at you as if you had the answer to the Da Vinci code.

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‘’I forgot to tell you , you did well today’’ The woman, miss lewis, whose standing at the door says smiling brightly and leaves.

Todays parent teacher conference day and you just had your first meeting. You're so glad that instead of a soccer mom who has a blonde bob and a nasty attitude you got miss lewis. Maybe she noticed that you were nervous otherwise because her whole presence was reassuring. From the smile to her body language nothing indicated that she was being hostile and you look forward to working with her in the future.

Gathering the documents on the table you put them aside and take out another one that has all the information about your student named calypso. Calypso is a smart girl with a peppy attitude and a mouth that can talk forever, yet she never disturbed the class and always hands in her homework so this meeting should be short and go well.

As you're standing up from the chair, the door slams open and you jerk in surprise, letting out an embarrassing squeak. Looking over to the door your’e see a tall woman slumped against the doorway as she's clutching her chest and breathing heavily. The woman is dressed in a black suit and the first button of her white dress shirt is open. Her black hair is cut into a blunt bob with bangs that stop right by the eyes.

‘’I hope i’m not late’’ she heaves

You shake your head and smile ‘’ don’t worry you came just in time''

The unknown woman nods and walks towards you and you notice that she's almost as tall as you are. ''Min yoonji i’m luna’s mother, nice to meet you’’

‘’Y/n’’ you say and take her hand into yours ‘’ and likewise’’

‘’My wife had an emergency so i had to run from work here’’ Yoonji says and sits down

You put a hand on your cheek ‘’i hope its nothing serious’’

Yoonji waves her hand in front of her face ‘’she's just clumsy , i hope she doesn’t’ burn down the kitchen again though’’

You hold your laughter in and turn your head away, not knowing if it’s appropriate to laugh or not but the fact that Yoonji said the word ‘’ again’’ makes it even more comical.

When you hear Yoonji chuckle is when you turn your head back towards her and see her smiling faintly and you can see how much she loves her wife.

‘’So lets get started’’ you say and clear your throat ‘’luna is a very smart student who up to now has always done her homework’’

Yoonji nods

‘’She participates in class , i see no behavioral problems besides her sometimes making remarks towards her friends.’’ you smile and so does Yoonji ‘’what i did notice though is that when it comes to math her way of calculating slightly differs from what i teach her but that can be managed’’

you put the notes down ‘’this would be all, do you have any questions?’’

Yoonji claps her hand together ‘’not a question per se but my wife and i would like to be notified if the class is going on a school trip’’

You nod '' thats mandatory otherwise i wouldn’t be allowed to leave the school ground with the students''

Yoonji then picks up her bag and stands up with you following her actions.

‘’if later on you have any question please feel free to call me or mail me’’ you say and stretch out your hand

Yoonji shakes your hand firmly nods. She opens her mouth to say something but the noise of the classroom door slamming against the wall interrupts her. In the doorway stands a woman that looks ,well to put it nice, like the wicked witch of the west's third sister.

oh boy

‘’Hope you have a nice evening’’ Yoonji says through gritted teeth and lets go of your hand before walking towards the door and giving the other woman a nasty glare.

The woman totally ignores yoonji and walks towards you instead, a scowl on her face as she musters you ‘’cant be even on time huh? did they hire a incompetent teacher this time?’’

You raise your eyebrows, it takes everything in your body for you to not glare at this atrocity of a human being in front of you ‘’actually ma'am you're just early theres a reason why we agreed for you to come at a specific time’’

She just huffs '' well i don’t have the time because i have to pick up Charles in twenty minutes from fencing’’

''why don’t we start then'' you say and point at the table, before sitting down

well looks like it will take longer than twenty minutes.''

..............

After the conference is over you collect the documents and put them on in the drawer. Getting up you look out of the window and see that the sun is already setting and a wave of stress overcomes you. Picking up your bag from the floor you speed walk out of the classroom, not before flickering the light off, and almost run down the hallway towards the entrance of the building.

Thankfully the parking lot for the bikes isn't that far away from the main entrance and you quickly get onto it and pedal. The sky is already deep red and you can see that in around five to ten minutes it will be completely gone.

You're pedaling so fast that everything is a blur to you, how you haven’t fallen yet is a miracle because lord knows , that everything that could go wrong in a situation , usually does, when it comes to you.

''am i going to make it?'' you ask yourself and sharply cut the corner. Down the road you see a vast grass field and wonder if you should take a shortcut or not. But driving on the grass usually slows one down .but at the same time you cant afford to lose your life just because you aren't on time.

So you drive through the field instead. It only takes a few seconds before your legs become tired of pedaling so hard, to the point where you jump from the bike , hold the handlebar and run. A few times the bike smacks itself against you but you don’t feel pain due to the adrenaline running through your veins.

Looking at the bike you see that it’s just dragging you down and it literally takes you a second to make a decision. Letting go of the bike makes your heart clench but you continue to run for you life till you finally leave the field and arrive on the street your house is on.

You heave as you take a three second break before continuing to jog down the road. The closer you get to your house though the more everything starts to flicker. Its like reality stopped functioning and your’e in a glitch. Looking around confused you almost stop in your tracks when you see a figure sitting on a black horse thats standing on the opposite side of the street, linear to your house. Its the Headless rider, his body turns towards you ,as black smoke comes out of the cut off neck and forms a question mark.

Your heart drops and your hand comes up shielding the left side of your face and you run even faster before jumping over the fence towards your house

With shaky hands you take out the keys from your purse and open the door before slamming it behind you. Sliding down to the floor you hug your knees as a wave of panic over comes you. You're about 99.9999.2% sure you're about to die today. Theres no way you're going to survive now that the headless rider has noticed you.

With shaky legs you walk into your bedroom and lock the door, praying to every god thats out there that they will bless you with divine protection and that if you do die , it will be at least painful.

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its been two days since you saw the headless rider. To your surprise you actually woke up the next day and on top of that without any injuries, even your house is unscathed! Yet for some reason you cant help but feel like someone has been following you ever since. Its like you keep seeing something flimsy out of the corner of your eye, but its never really in your field of vision.

''im just being paranoid'' you think and grip the bag tighter as you walk out of the grocery store. It’s almost midnight but you were craving some sweets and ramen noodles so of course you went out and bought them.

You're so lost in thoughts that you don’t even notice the tall figure standing in front of you and promptly walk into them. The person, if you can even call them that cause the body is so hard it feels like you walked into a wall, grips your shoulder and steadies you.

'’You rub your nose ''thank-’’ the words die on your tongue as you look up and see that its the headless rider. Now that your’e closer to him you see that his skin is glowing slightly green giving him a frankensteins monster type of look and that his hands are long yet bony. The smoke moves in slow motion as it comes out of his head and you feel sick to the point of needing to vomit.

‘’Have you seen my head?’’ an ominous voice booms through your skull so loud that you push the headless rider away and clutch your head instead, You just know you'll have a migraine later on.

you look up ‘’can you please try to not scream in my head?’’

''My apologies '' the being says

Slowly you stand up and rub your temples ‘’i haven’t seen your head, i wouldn’t even know how it looks like’’ you turn around and with shaky legs take a step before an arm grabs you. The feeling of dread overcomes you instantly. His hand is so cold that it seeps through your jacket into your body and you shudder. ''is this what harry potter felt when he was around dementors?''

''Help me find it'' he says , no, demands.

‘’please stop touching me first’’ you manage to say without stuttering and he releases your arm.

‘’What would happen if i refuse?’’

''You don’t want to know'' he answers and you shudder. with the way his neck is leaning sideways you can almost see how if he had a head he'd be cocking it and waiting for your reply, what expression he would have on you can say though.

Between choosing to go with him and come back unscathed or being hunt down and killed by him and other creatures, its only logical that you chose to go with him.

‘’Alright'’’ you say and hold up the bag higher ‘’can i bring this home first though?’’

The headless rider points at the convenient store ''you can also just ask them to put it aside for you''

You furrow your eyebrows at that suggestion ‘’sure..’’ and squint at him. For someone so inhuman he sure does have a suspicious amount of knowledge of how humans work. ‘’ill be right back’’ and walk off

The little bell rings as you walk through the doors and the cashier raises her head ‘’good-’’ the word dies on her tongue as she she's you walking towards her. Her face completely pales and her eyes grow as big as saucers.

00would you be so nice and deposit this for me? an emergency came up and i cant go home right now’’ you ask with a wry smile and she nods . With shaky hand she takes the bag and puts it right behind her on the counter and gives you something thats supposed to look like a smile if it weren't masked with fear.

‘’thank you'' you say , turn around and walk out of the store. What you don’t see is the cashier's eyes following you until she sees you stopping in front of someone else and showing them your empty hands. The other figure nods and you both walk off . In panic mode she grabs the telephone and frantically dials a number, cussing under her breath as she’s waiting for the person to pick up. after the fifth ring she finally hears a click going through the phone and she speaks up

‘’He has her’’

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Standing on the outskirts of the forest you look at the direction where the houses are located ‘’am i hearing sirens?’’ you ask out loud. From what you can see theres no where a house burning, so that either means someone is dying or that there is someone about to give birth

''Not important for us'' the headless rider says and puts a hand on the small of your back. ''let's go'' he says and pushes you forward into the woods.

The forbidden forest is nothing like you imagined, as a matter of fact you don’t even know what you expected but not this.The trees are so close to each other that you can only see the occasional streak of moonlight peaking through through the thick fog. Yet that doesn’t provide enough light for your eyes because you stumble over a root thats twisting on the floor.

Before your face can make contact with so said floor ,the headless rider grabs you by the arm and yanks you up.

''be careful '' he says '' shedding blood will only cause the creatures to come after you''

‘’jesus christ thanks’’ you retort and peel off his fingers ‘’by the way do you have a name? i dont want to keep calling you ''you''’’

the voice hums in your head '' a long time ago i did'' he answers '' a human once used to call me taehyung''

‘’Okay i'll call you that then’’ you say and look up to him ‘’another question though , were you once a human?’’

A deep sound that can be described as a chuckle rumbles from his chest ''never , i’ve been like this since the beginning ''

‘’ou yikes’’ you slap a hand to your mouth , you cant believe you just said that out loud ‘’sorry’’

''it's alright''

You nod and turn around to continue to look at the environment. Theres a dampness alongside with this weird feeling hanging in the air, it ripples on your skin like water making, all the hairs on your arm and neck stand up. This place might have once been full of animals roaming around, but right now its so eerie and empty ,you feel like if depression could manifest itself into something it would be this forest.

You grab Taehyung by the arm and you both stop. looking up, your eyes widen and blood leaves your face. Above you hovering are hooded figures with long boney limps. Their garment fluttering in the non existent wind yet they look so serene , almost as if they're taking a nap. But the longer you stare the more the figures seems to draw in closer

''don’t look at them'' Taehyung's voice rings through your head '' they feed on human souls and with each second passing a piece of your soul gets chipped away''

''Couldn’t you have told me that sooner'' you hiss and grip his arm tighter to the point that your finger nails leave half moon dents in his jacket.

''do not talk any louder, we're not the only ones here'' he warns you instead and you shut your mouth. With every step you're taking you're cursing at the gods and mostly at yourself. You can already hear your mother screaming in horror if she knew what you're doing. She'd probably lecture you about going with a stranger to the forest saying that that is the number one place for murderers to bury their victims bodies and how she raised you to know better.

''Sorry mom''

Taehyung pushes the leaves of the bush aside to reveal a glade. Its surrounded by trees as tall as cathedrals and a strange green light - almost holy - shimmers through the vast canopy of leaves.Giving you the impression that you're underwater. Deafening silence lays over the land and you feel like you're in a video game about to defeat a mid level demon boss.

''where are we going?'' you whisper to taehyung

''the place where all creatures go at sunset''

you furrow your brow ‘’and why do you need me for that?''

thats where my head is buried at for some unknown reason they’ve always been drawn to it, though it has a protective shield that nonhuman being cant enter''

your voice raises a few octaves as you realize that this is a part of his scheme ‘’did you just lure me into this place so that you can kill me? Don’t tell me you don't actually need my help, you just wanted to eat me because i look what; appetizing to you?’’

Taehyung lifts his hands and one covers your mouth while the other slam chokes you against the bark of a tree ‘’you think very highly of yourself human'' he hisses '' but i do need it and after i received my head i could also leave you here ,since your so adamant about making our location known to every single living organism''

A branch breaks in the background and Taehyung lets go of you. choking ,you slump against the tree, as you try to get air into your lungs and look up through your teary eyes. Behind taehyung stands a huge creature that looks similar to the angels that usually help you with chores. But unlike the friendly them, this creature looks like it's out for blood. Its mouth opens and a foul smell , that reminds you of corpses and rotting food, waves over to the two of you and you feel sick.

A scream bubbles its way up your throat and before it can leave your mouth , taehyung picks you up bridal style and starts running. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you close your eyes and just hope that he's faster than the creature and that you aren't about to meet your demise

Minutes later he stops and you open your eyes to see that you're on the top of a hill. Getting out of taehyung's arms with shaky legs you look around.

‘’Wow’’ you say in awe, amazed by how much the forest changes the further you go into it.

You see a river passing through the jungle wide and opaque. The water is so black it might as well be used as a mirror and for a second you're tempted to walk down and touch it .Yet you know better. The river is a sleeping cobra, It lies across the land in smooth seductive curves, singing an unknown song to its viewer, while it hides a myriad of dangers.

The forest seems to have an intelligence of its own, you notice. An apparent system thats so complex no human would understand, yet it doesn't seem like it would work anywhere else but here.

A sudden shrill noise, that possibly belongs to the earlier creature, echoes through the forest, before it quietly settles, and suddenly it feels like a thousand eyes are boring into your back.

They know you're here

''Lets go'' Taehyung says and walks ,no, jogs down the hill.

‘’why don’t you just pick me up and run like you did earlier?'' you ask '' that would be faster''

Taehyung doesn’t need a face for you to know that he's complete done with you for using your three braincells over its capacity ''that would attract too much attention''

‘’You glow green for fucks sake’’ you call out and point at him ‘’we might as well be wearing a big ass sign that says ‘free food’’

Taehyung turns around and stomps towards you and you flinch

''Since you insist'' he says and picks you up and starts running down the hill. Seconds later you two arrive in the valley and he puts you down. ''We're close''

You look up at Taehyung, his whole entire being suddenly gives off the vibe of a predator. Like he's watching your every move and waiting for the perfect chance to come so that he can pounce on you . Goosebumps rise on your arm and neck and you take a step back ''where is it then?'' you ask

Taehyung stretches his arm and points with a long bony finger behind you. Slowly you turn around to see huge fallen logs layered on top of each other forming a triangular shape. Underneath you find a huge pile of fallen leaves and in the middle something thats glowing green.

''I can only accompany you till where the shield is'' Taehyung says and you nod. You don’t like how he said that sentence, its full of hidden agenda and you're not sure if your mind is playing a trick on you , but you swear you felt the blood thirst coming off him. Another thing you notice is the closer you get to the head, the more the shield surrounding the huge logs, starts to glow the exact same green light that also taehyung is covered in.

As you stand right before the shield , your hand comes up and you try to touch it with no avail. Your hand goes straight right through it and your’e just a teensy bit disappointed. ''hold up'' you think and turn around to squint at the being named taehyung ‘’the shield doesn’t exist’’

''it does, i told you only a human can enter it'' taehyung answers patiently and walks up to you, stretches out his hand and touches the shield. sparks start to fly and you cover your eyes.

''see?'' Taehyung says and lets his hand fall down

Instead of answering you start walking up to the log. Its in the worst place ever, not exactly on top of the hill but neither in the valley, just right in the middle. Which is a huge burden to you, the mud keeps sticking to your shoes yet it also makes you stumble multiple times.

You finally reach your destination but now you're heaving heavily and your legs feel like they'll buckle in any seconds. ''God do i have to touch the leaves?'' you murmur in disgust. You dont hate the nature as a matter of fact you like it, thats the whole reason why you even moved out here. That doesn’t mean though, that you want to stick your hands into muddy leaves that probably has all sorts of insects crawling and pick up a decaying head.

Mentally prepping yourself you sigh deeply before reaching into the pile and grabbing the glowing head. The head is just as cold as the body it belongs you and it seeps through your entire being. The longer you hold it, the more flimsy your surrounding begins to look and you have to squint your eyes in concentration so that you don’t fall down.

‘’Here’’ you say as you stand in front of taehyung and hand him the head.

''thank you'' he says and takes it from you and puts it on his neck. Suddenly taehyung starts to glows a green light thats so bright ,that you have to shield your eyes. Few seconds later the light dims down back its usual , glow int he dark slime, state.Despite that you're in awe when you look up and see that the neck is connected to his head, and for the first time you see what he looks like.

Taehyung is beautiful beyond words. Long dark lashes kiss his cheek as he looks down on you. On the right side theres a mole and he has another one, on the slightly plum yet longish underlip. dark hair that hangs low enough to touch his beautiful sloped nose as he dips his head lower to be at your eye height. A smile overtakes overtakes his features and at first you're struck, until you start noticing thousand of eyes starting to glow behind his back. Your eyes widen and you look back at Taehyung who's smile grows into unnatural hideous grin that touches both sides of the head and bears one too many teeth.

you take a step back to which he slowly follows until you stumble over a root and fall down. Taehyung chuckles deeply at your cowering state and bends down.

This is it, this is how you’re going to die, in the forrest surrounded by blood thirsty creatures that are ready to pounce on you in any second. And for a millisecond you’re annoyed at yourself for going into the woods with the dullahan just to meet your demise.

A growl rips you back into reality ‘’'what a foolish human you are Y/n'’ he says and your vision goes black

#bts x reader #kreativenetwork #prettyboysnetwork #kkreationsnet #btsguild #kpop scenarios #bts scenario #kim namjoon x reader #kim taehyung x reader #kim seokjin x reader #min yoongi x reader #park jimin x reader #jeon jungkook x reader #jung hoseok x reader #happy halloween!!!!#lichterloh

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xumin · 6 years

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I’m so sorry but it’s fake love

#bts #btsgfx #kreativenetwork #fake love #mygifs

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vin-taege · 6 years

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Dating Spiderman!Jungkook

(a/n: something I needed to write rn. Set in the MCU, and don’t worry, this doesn’t have spoilers. Also, I got a bit carried away here)

Genre: Fluff, small doses of smut and angst

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

tbh he won’t tell you about the whole spiderman thing yet

lowkey scared he’d freak you out and you’d leave him if you found out

insists it’s just an internship

but he’s suddenly disappears from time to time w/o explanation

you getting pissed

him getting nervous while trying to make excuses

“It’s just- uh- Mr. Stark told me to- to... make some reports on uh- chem-chemistry”

obviously, you see through his bullshit and he has to come clean

after that rough start though, things get less bumpy

him waking you up by shooting a web on your face

(plus the adorable laugh that comes right after)

eating takeout in his spidey suit after he kicks some ass

you cooking for him after an especially rough day

you hate seeing his bruises after every fight

at some point, you cry after seeing a particularly deep cut right across his chest

and he hates seeing you cry

you wanting to talk him out of doing it

but you know he won’t because he’s just heroic and courageous like that

“Even though I’m gone from time to time, I’m always going to come home to you.”

on a lighter note,

him bringing you flowers every night

every

night

just to see you smile

cute dates in unconventional places

like on the rooftops of buildings

or on top of a bridge

loves cuddling while you look at the view

using his spidey powers in a domestic way

like when he breaks something, he just webs it together

and it looks so half-assed, but you still laugh at the attempt

and when you’re running late

he just swings you both to your destination

intentionally making you scared so that you’d hold on tighter to him

“You know, this might be better than taking the bus.”

omg him begging you to do the spiderman kiss

and you do

but mid-way through, he gets nervous

and falls

he’s such a dork

would tell science puns and pick-up lines to you 25/8

“Do you have 11 protons? Because you’re sodium fine.”

Boy thinks he’s slick lmao

talks about Tony and the Avengers non-stop

“-and then Mr.Stark swooped in with the blasters like ‘pshuuung!’ and I was like ‘woah’, and then Cap said ‘focus kid’, then like-”

talks about you non-stop to Tony and the Avengers

especially Tony

“I was so nervous while waiting in the living room, and then she came out wearing this beautiful dress, and I swear I choked a little-”

always knows when you’re angry or in a bad mood

because he uses his spidey senses

so when you have bad days

you come home to him cooking you dinner

flower petals around the room

after big arguments where either you or him walk out

you’d switch the TV on to find a news report featuring a big web with lettering on it

“I’m sorry”

if you’re in the wrong, it’s difficult to apologize to him because you never know where to find him

until it’s 1 am and he’s knocking on the bedroom window

then you talk about it all night

your fights never last a day anyway

he couldn’t stand it when you’re angry at each other

because he’s scared that the last thing he might say to you is “I hate you”

or that he’d die thinking that the last memory you have of him is him arguing with you

oops getting sad again

you watching National Geographic or the History channel with him

because he’s such a nERD

but when it’s sexy time oHOHO

he’s nervous at first

literal sweetheart

always puts your pleasure first before his

asks your permission first before doing anything

“Is this okay?”

gets flustered (and lowkey cocky) when you moan

“O-oh, you like that?”

after a while, things start to get spicy

during one time, he webbed you to the bed

it was on the borderline of sexy and weird

speaking of webs

web sex

okay hear me out

either in public (somewhere preferably high up) or in private

he loves it

especially since the web can be bouncy

so your ass and chest get really jiggly

but don’t worry, he makes stable webs too

the web lines feel nice pressing on your skin too

so needless to say

sex is enjoyable for the both of you

and after you’re both spent

and you’re dozing off to sleep

he holds you closer

and relishes in the fact that you’re his

you’re the reason he comes out of every fight alive

because he doesn’t want to leave you

he just loves you so damn much

#kreativenetwork #bts imagines #bts reactions #bts scenarios #jeon jungkook #bts jungkook #jungkook imagine #bts angst #bts fluff #bts smut #bts au #spiderman #i am a nerd

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seungkwanslowqualityenglish · 6 years

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Boyfriend!Taeyong

Who: Taeyong

Word Count: 2324 Words

Warning: None really.

Request: Yes. “Can you do a boyfriend!au with Taeyong like you did with others from NCT please? Thanks in advance 😁 “ @kalmamila

Taeyong would probably not ask you out.

Like tbh, he’d be too shy.

Like people think how is he on stage is how he is irl but that’s wrong.

You would probably be all the guys friends, and you have a group chat together, and Taeyong is always like I don’t want to ask them out because what if it ruins our friendship.

The only reason he went out with you was because some of the other guys played him.

Yuta probably planned this with the help of Haechan and some other Dreamies.

Yuta asked everyone to a movie in the group chat, but then quickly texted to a group chat that was everyone but you and Taeyong, and was like “Everyone say yes, but then don’t show up on the night of the movie and come up with some excuse as to why”.

Then boom you and Taeyong end up on a date together.

As you and him waited at the theater for the other like seventeen and all of them just happened to message you saying they couldn’t come for some reason or the other.

You and Taeyong were the only two there and were like well we came all this way, we might as well go ahead and watch.

It’s lowkey a date.

You two have a lot of fun, watching a movie together, then going to a cafe after, and finally Taeyong walking you home.

The next day you start talking about how you two should do it again, since you really enjoyed yourself.

Three or four dates later, you finally actually labeled it as a date.

Yuta probably bragged to Taeyong he has him to thank, since it was Yuta’s plan to have no one else show up at the movie.

Taeyong would be mad for a good hour then realize had Yuta and Haechan not done that, he wouldn’t have asked you out.

You would have gone out on five or six dates before Taeyong would finally kiss you, yet, you sorta consider those first three like hangouts not really dates.

He’d be super respectful, like he wouldn’t kiss you first.

You’d probably catch him staring at your lips, he wanting to kiss you, but not doing it.

Then you’d kiss him and then he’d respond by kissing you again right after.

You’d probably end up sorta making out on the doorstep of NCT’s dorm, since you had planned to hang out with the others after your date since they weren’t promoting or anything, and you end up having a good 10 or 11 boys watching you from an upper room’s window and probably disrupting your kiss since one will try to call the others but speak a bit too loud and you’ll hear.

When you two enter the dorms, the other guys will probably pick on you both a lot.

But really they’ll pick on Taeyong a lot more.

Taeyong probably threatens to ground someone at least once.

At least one person ends up getting their phone taken by him, probably a Dreamie or Yuta.

Yuta probably jokes that you two shouldn’t sit next to each other since what happened outside might happen again.

You two become like official after the seventh or eighth date.

All the thoughts Taeyong had about dating ruining your friendship and stuff, was wrong.

He probably doesn’t bring you to the dorm that often, just because he’d rather the guys know the bare minimum about you.

The first part of your relationship is gonna be awkward.

Like no way around it, no matter how close you to are, still gonna be awkward.

You’ll be dating a good five or six months before that awkwardness starts to fade.

Taeyong is honestly gonna be the best boyfriend.

Like best one ever, lets be real.

He will need constant validation through the relationship, just reassure him that you love him and it’ll be fine.

He gives you a lot of back hugs.

But he’s on the receiving end of more back hugs.

He loves holding you in his arms.

But he also loves it when you wrap your arms around him and hold him.

You’ll just be laying on the sofa and suddenly you have a person’s head laying in your lap, and it’s Taeyong.

He’ll love it if you run your hand through his hair.

Like you playing with his hair, he considers that a quality bonding activity.

He’d probably fall asleep while you did it and you could do something like put his hair into little ponytails and he wouldn’t care one bit.

He’d also love playing with your hair if you laid in his lap.

He’d try to braid but probably just tangle your hair, and then say his sister never taught him how to braid and so you shouldn’t have expected him to be able to know how.

But if you wanted him to braid your hair, he’d probably learn for you.

If you need anyone to straighten the back of your hair, he can do that.

If you need someone to curl the back of your hair, he can’t do that, he’d probably burn himself so don’t ask him.

He’d also brush your hair if you asked him.

He’d probably be like “Um why.” really confused, but then five seconds later he’d probably be like this is why, realizing how soothing it is just playing with your hair.

He’s the type to murmur “I love you” between kisses.

The best kisser, but he doesn’t realize it.

He probably thinks that someone else would be a better boyfriend than him, but you are just like stop, no, you are the best.

He’ll get hella embarrassed when you tell him that, and he’ll just bury his face in your neck.

When he buries his face in your neck, usually he’ll start kissing it.

He’ll accidentally cover your neck in hickeys, then get really embarrassed that he just did that.

He would apologize to you and you are just like, “We are dating, you don’t need to apologize.”

But he’ll still apologize for every hickey he gives you, until you are just like fine, start putting them in places others can’t see.

He’ll get embarrassed at that, probably turn a shade of red you’ve never seen on human skin before.

If you give him any hickeys, he’ll probably be like stop for a quick moment, then five seconds later he’s given in and moaning as you suck on his neck.

He lowkey loves marking you, but only where others can’t see, but this wouldn’t happen until you’ve been together a while.

Like you’re dating two years before he finally gets comfortable with marking you, and you’ll be getting hickeys all over your torso and chest.

Gets to this point you gotta be like “Taeyong, stop.”

He won’t admit it, but he highkey gets this surge of manly pride while brushing his fingers over the purple marks.

He might not want the rest of NCT to know much about your relationship, but he wants all people to know you are taken.

He goes into protect mode if anyone flirts with you, like you are his, no one should be flirting with you.

His kisses are the best, like wow you can tell he’s a rapper.

You probably joke about rappers are the best with their tongues at least once, and Taeyong turns a shade of red you’ve never seen.

He will tell you “I love you” at least 4 times a day.

He says if you don’t get 4 daily reminders he has failed as a boyfriend.

But you are really like no you haven’t, but he still thinks he has.

If he knows he is gonna be busy, he will literally text you all 4 times before work.

If he is touring or in another country, he will make you send him daily selfies.

Like he’ll claim that not seeing your face every day will kill him.

He probably has a snapchat that he made just for the days he can’t be around you.

He loves cuddling you.

He goes between being the big spoon and little spoon depending on his mood.

If he’s being clingy af then prepare for him to be the big spoon.

But if he’s been having a rough day or is sick, prepare for him to be the little spoon.

If you get sick, Taeyong is up in there with all his home remedies trying to make you better.

If he’s sick, he’s saying for you not to bother since he can care for himself.

But he lowkey wants you to take care of him.

He lowkey loves it when you take care of him, despite him saying you don’t need to.

Like let him lay on your chest or lap and run your fingers through his hair and he’ll be out in minutes.

Softly sing to him, even if you can’t sing, and he’ll praise you to the heavens.

He’s all about that praise also.

If you praise him he’ll get all blushy and then want to be better.

He’ll constantly praise you too.

Like you looking good, get ready for him the praise how nice you look in that outfit.

You did your makeup real nice, get ready for him to praise you.

You cook dinner, get ready for that praise of how good a cook you are.

You do anything, get ready for some praise more than likely.

He lowkey loves it when you praise his dancing.

Like quickest way to make him happy or boost his ego, compliment his dancing.

Like even if his favorite artist tells him his dancing is good, if you say his dancing is good, your compliment is worth more to him.

He goes to you for your approval for everything.

Like he’s written a new song or rap, he’s asking you for your opinion.

He cooked something, he’s asking your opinion.

You are honestly his little helper in the kitchen.

He’ll cook whatever you ask him to.

Being his helper, just pretty much means you sit on the counter and taste test everything since he doesn’t let you actually cook or anything.

Probably says his princess doesn’t need to worry herself about cutting and cooking since he can do that all.

You just taste test everything and occasional give him kisses, since he claims your kisses give him energy to finish cooking dinner.

You probably end up completely making out in the kitchen once and dinner burns.

Probably more than once, like tbh.

But Taeyong always treats you to take out when that happens, since he doesn’t want his princess to have to wait another two hours for him to completely restart dinner.

He loves taking photos of you.

Has a whole folder of candids of you.

If you ask him to take photos of you, he’s turned into a photographer and is probably complimenting you for an hour straight.

Probably has 23 heart emojis by your name in his phone.

Calls you babe or princess instead of your name.

More than likely princess because you are a princess to him.

But he gets flustered if you call him babe.

They exposed him as having the worst alcohol tolerance, so give this boy a little alcohol and he’s wasted.

He probably gets wasted after drinking a bottle of soju and goes online and buys you a ton of stuff.

He probably buys something like a bdsm choker and doesn’t realize it until it comes in but he’s already given you the box and you’ve found it.

You’d probably just be like “Wow didn’t know you were into this.”

He’d go in defense mode so fast explaining he was drunk, and you just laugh since you know he was because the date on the packing slip was that night he got wasted from one bottle of soju.

You’d probably make a joke about how much of a lightweight he is before assuring him it’s fine, and he should stop worrying since this wasn’t gonna make you break up with him or anything.

He also probably orders you some fancy dress you don’t need, but drunk him thought you’d look good in it, and sober him agrees because you look so hella good in it.

The dress leads to an impromptu photoshoot and he’s forgotten all about that other thing he accidentally bought.

If you invite him over and your room or apartment or something is messy, he’ll clean it.

Like compulsively he’ll clean everything.

When he’s stressed he’ll probably just come over and like clean your kitchen or something.

You never have to worry about cleaning since he’ll do it.

You try to help sometimes but he’s just like “No, no, no, baby, just sit there and watch, I’ll do this all.”

He lowkey won’t let you help since he things you’ll mess up something.

Like he probably worries you’ll use like vinegar on the marble countertops, which is something you shouldn’t do, so he’s just like “No no baby you don’t need to help.”

He sucks at keeping secrets, like nothing is a surprise with him.

The only way he can keep secrets from you, is if he doesn’t know it himself.

He also spoils all the surprises.

He probably also spoils comebacks to you, but you promise to not tell, so he doesn’t freak out about it that much now.

You know their comeback song and dance, because Taeyong sucks at secrets.

He’ll love sleeping with you in his arms.

The only way he’ll sleep is holding you or a pillow.

Like if you gotta go something, you gotta put a pillow or something in his arms of he’ll wake up because his arms are not holding you.

He’ll probably softly sing to you when you both try to go to sleep, because he knows his voice soothes you.

He’d honestly just be the sweetest and softest boyfriend.

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Think of You

Genre: Soulmate!au, gender neutral, might become a series idk yet

Summary: You know who your soulmate is but he doesn’t know you.

Word Count: 3.5k

A/N once again thank you so much @choco-seventeen for reading over this you are so wonderful and amazing wowo <3

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His hands travelled down your waist as he placed light kisses along your collarbone. A soft gasp left your lips causing a smirk to grace his lips. His fingertips pressed into your sides as your hips bucked up to meet his. The only light that penetrated the darkness came from the neon signs outside, peeking through the sheer curtains of your bedroom. With every passing second his fingers travelled lower, almost reaching where you ached for his touch. Slowly, he opened his mouth to speak.

"My name’s –″

The shrill sound of your alarm broke the dream and you groaned in frustration. These dreams started as soon as you arrived in Seoul four months ago, signaling that your soulmate was nearby. Each dream differed and only recently had the dreams become so…intimate. However, last night had been the first night he had attempted to tell you his name. The thing was, you already knew who he was. How could you not, considering his face was plastered all over the city. After minimal research you discovered your soulmate was the charismatic leader of Got7 Im Jaebum, a name previously unfamiliar to you. Despite the strong urges, you resisted learning more about him. How unfair would it be to him if you already knew every detail about him and he knew naught about you?

Reaching over to shut your alarm off, you got out of bed, mentally preparing yourself for the day ahead of you. It wasn’t that you necessarily hated your job, but it was certainly a drag. Especially since it involved an hour commute. For some reason, however, this morning you felt oddly light. Almost like you were excited to go to work. Labeling the cause as a little too much sugar the night before, you finished your typical morning routine. The door to your apartment swung shut and you shouldered your bag, heading out into the world.

A film of sweat began to form all over your body as you trudged towards your office building. The sun’s rays were especially unforgiving, and your blazer did little to quell the heat. Being on a crowded subway for forty minutes helped even less. A blast of cool air greeted you as you finally reached the law firm. Greeting the secretary, you headed up the stairs to your office. It wasn’t necessarily an office since you were so new, more so a glorified cubicle. You didn’t mind though; your coworkers were nice and the pay was good. Just as you had settled into the work flow, your coworker, Hyungseok, peeked his head into your office.

“Good morning Y/n! I was speaking with a few other people and we decided we wanted to try that new café on Apgujeong-ro for lunch today. You down?”

Ever since your first day, your coworkers had made an active effort to form a bond with you in the form of lunch. Some people might not have enjoyed such interaction, but you found it helped you better assimilate into the work environment.

“Of course,” you replied with a smile and a nod of your head, “I’ve been meaning to mention it for the past few days now!”

Hyungseok shot you a grin and a quick thumbs up before heading back to his office. Now you really did have a reason for the giddy feeling in your stomach. Lunch was always one of your favorite meals, and you had truly been meaning to go to that café for a few days. You could just never find the right time, until now. Settling back into your chair, you fell back into your work flow.

❃❃❃❃

A soft knock three hours later broke you out of your state of concentration. You turned your chair around to be greeted with the smiling face of Hyungseok. He was a handsome man, a few years older than you, and you had always thought he would make a good soulmate. In your first days at the office, you had occasionally thought a relationship between the two of you could have been possible.

It wasn’t completely unheard of to date someone before finding your soulmate. There were stories of people never finding their soulmate and, as people grew older, the fear of not finding theirs grew stronger. The fear pushed them to find significant others on their own. While some people were perfectly content on their own, and even speculated they never had a soulmate to begin with, it was more common to find someone as a replacement. That being said, Hyungseok already had his soulmate and you were constantly dreaming of yours. So a friendship was the only acceptable relationship between you two. You didn’t mind, though. As time passed you began to see him more as an older brother than a romantic interest.

"You ready to head out?” he questioned, smile still on his face.

"Yea, just let me save my work and I’ll be right out!”

He waited patiently outside your office as you saved your work and collected the necessary belongings for the short outing. Giving him a small smile, you walked side by side to the lobby where the rest of the lunch-goers had congregated.

"Y/N-AH!” Jieun, your self-appointed office best friend, yelled as soon as you appeared.

"Jieun!” You tried your best to equate her enthusiasm. Despite her being rather forceful when becoming your friend, she was quite nice and fun to have around. In fact, she was the only person you had told about your dreams and, specifically, the subject of your dreams. She may have been a social butterfly, but protecting her friends was always the number one priority.

"How was your weekend? I heard you finally went to that spa I told you about, even though you promised to go with me.” A small pout crossed her face as she recounted your betrayal.

"We were supposed to go together and you know that,” you retaliated with a laugh, “it’s not my fault someone had to go to the newest Pony Effect popup store.”

"They had limited edition highlighters and you know I can’t resist.” She huffed.

"Not to interrupt, but are you guys ready to leave?” Hyungseok interjected. You both just laughed and nodded your heads in response, walking towards the doors.

Luckily, the walk to the café wasn’t too long, and you and Jieun were able to inform each other on your weekends. Jieun had successfully bought three limited edition highlighters, two lip tints, and an eyeshadow palette, much to your chagrin. She never seemed to cease her spending’s, worrying you to no end.

As you all settled into the café and received your orders, the conversation between the two of you switched to the topic of your dreams.

“So they’re becoming more frequent? Are they still just like, you guys holding hands? Have you kissed yet?” Jieun interrogated.

"Well,” you started, somewhat reluctantly, “they’ve begun to escalate quite a bit.”

Jieun’s face contorted to one of confusion before realization quickly took its place.

“You mean you’ve had sex?” she whisper-yelled, eyes blown wide.

A deep blush spread across your face as you quickly glanced around to ensure no one else had heard.

“We…we haven’t done it yet but, the dreams have been taking place in the bedroom.”

Silence settled over the two of you. Jieun stared into space with a look of concentration on her face. With a sudden jolt, she broke out of her concentration, slamming her hand onto the table. The table fell silent and it was her turn to blush, muttering an uncharacteristically quiet apology. Turning to you, she spoke in a rushed whisper,

“You know, this café is only a few blocks away from the JYP building. Hell, that’s why I agreed to come so I could drag you over there. I mean, everyone knows what happens when the dreams escalate.”

It was true, stories of the infamous sexual dreams were told far and wide, a cautionary tale that even schools could not resist teaching in health classrooms. Jieun herself knew the dangers that occurred first hand.

When Jieun first met her soulmate, well, she hated her. It wasn’t anything her soulmate did, it was just that Jieun led her life believing her soulmate would be a man. So, it came as quite a surprise when she began dreaming of a woman, and even more of a shock when they ran into each other outside of their dreams. They both agreed not to make any immediate moves, ignoring the warnings of waiting too long. Months passed and neither of them made an effort to meet again, until their dreams moved into the intimate stage. By then, you had become friends with Jieun and witnessed firsthand the side effects of staying away from your soulmate for too long. Constant headaches, cold sweats, and trips to the bathroom were only a handful of the effects Jieun endured. Finally, the two had enough and met up. The effects stopped almost immediately and, as they spent more time together, they learned to overcome their fears and fell into a deep, loving relationship. Despite knowing all this, you still felt a strong resistance to finding Jaebum.

“I can’t just…walk over there Jieun.”

“But you can! How hard can it be? Just walk right in and announce your presence!

"It won’t be that easy and you know it. There has to be heavy security there and so many fangirls must try to convince the guards they’re someone’s soulmate every day! And the chances of him just casually hanging around outside the building? Really fucking low.”

Sensing your frustration and inner turmoil, the topic was dropped and you all finished your lunches before heading back to the office. A heavy sigh leaving your lips, you sat down at your desk to finish your work.

Maybe next time, you thought, next time I’ll try.

❃❃❃❃

But next time didn’t seem to be coming anytime soon. Despite the café being close to the law firm, there were many restaurants closer and more convenient. Plus, you had just been assigned to a huge case with Hyungseok and the work load was not slowing down. Most lunches were spent indoors with your coworkers as you raced to prove your client’s lawsuit wasn’t based on pure emotion. This was the first case you had been assigned to and you needed to prove your contribution to the firm.

Medical malpractice isn’t what most people imagine when they think of lawyers. However, it was a niche where lawyers were much needed. The case you were working on involved a man losing his ear for what was thought to be a cancerous lump but turned out to be the result of a sand fly. The trial was fast approaching and the two of you had just about everything you needed.

“Hyungseok-ssi, what do you think of this?”

You held up a picture of your client’s ear.

“Look at the lump, and now look at these pictures of a cancerous lump versus a sand fly bite. There are numerous more similarities with the sand fly bite than the cancerous one. And look at this, in the x-ray you can clearly see the parasite beginning to take form! How could the doctors not notice this!”

“You’re right, y/n, the doctors should have easily been able to identify it as a parasite! I think this is the last piece of evidence we really need! Well done!”

You smiled at his praise, feeling as though a weight was lifted off your chest.

“I think we can finally make our client’s case, and not a moment too soon. I say we go out and celebrate tonight,” Hyungseok added with a smirk, “I’ve been wanting to go to the club for quite sometime now, we can make it an office bonding opportunity.”

“Oh no, Hyungseok-ssi I couldn’t,” you gasped, “won’t it be too awkward seeing some of our sunbaes in such a situation?”

“Come on, y/n, it’ll be fun. I promise.”

With a heavy sigh you agreed, much to Hyungseok and Jieun’s delight. In fact, Jieun was so excited that she insisted on dressing you up for the night or else you might “end up looking like an old cat person” which may or may not have been true. Once you arrived home, only a mere half hour of peace was allotted before Jieun came knocking down your door, already decked out and ready to let loose in her shorts and short sleeve bodysuit. As soon as you opened the door she made a beeline for your closet.

"You actually own clothes that aren’t for work?” Jieun didn’t even try to mask the surprise in her voice.

"You know, despite what you might think, I do actually enjoy dressing up to go out. Sometimes.”

“Yea, major emphasis on sometimes,” she replied with a roll of her eyes, “oooh, I like this, especially with this shirt! Hurry and go try it on!”

With that you were ushered into your bathroom, clothes in hand. She had chosen an outfit you hadn’t worn since college. Why you had brought it with you? For moments like this when you were able to let loose. Pulling the shirt over your head you glanced at the mirror.

“You still got it y/n” you smirked, admiring all angles of your body.

“I’m still waiting, y/n. it can’t possibly take you this long to get dressed.”

Rolling your eyes while smiling lightly, you opened the door. Jieun, who had been leaning against the opposite wall, sprung up at the sound of the door.

“Daaaamn,” She let out a low whistle, scanning up and down your body, “you’re definitely getting dick tonight.”

"Oh my god Jieun!” You laughed, gently slapping her arm. She laughed with you, grabbing your arm and linking it with yours before heading out the door.

"I ordered the Uber while you were in the bathroom and it should be arriving any minute now.” As soon as the words left her mouth the Uber pulled up in front of your building. The two of you stepped in and headed off to the club. It was a relatively short ride filled with Jieun’s quick chatter and your laughter. As the car pulled up to the club you could practically feel Jieun’s excitement bouncing around the enclosed space. You couldn’t blame her, you were excited too. It had been a while since you last went out and had fun, even if the night would be spent with your coworkers.

After thanking the driver and heading inside the search for your coworkers began. It wasn’t too difficult and within a few minutes you settled in beside Hyungseok. Immediately he asked if you wanted anything to drink. You shook your head no. It might have been a night to let loose, but you didn’t want to get too carried away, especially since you were still relatively new to the firm. With a shrug Hyungseok headed over to the bar to get drinks for the rest of the table. Looking around you noticed there was still a fair amount of people especially for a Thursday night. Hyungseok returned and Jieun took no time to down her drink before dragging you to the dance floor. With little resistance, you allowed yourself to be pulled to the middle of the floor. A few minutes passed while you danced and sang along to the music, finally letting loose. Suddenly, a wave of dizziness hit you, almost causing you to fall over if not for Jieun grabbing your sides. She quickly waved Hyungseok over as she could hardly support you in her current state. The two pulled you over to the table and sat you down, one of your other coworkers running to get you some water.

“Y/n? Are you okay, can you hear me?” Jieun pressed her hand to your forehead, concern lacing her words.

Your coworker returned with a glass of water which you drank without hesitation. Slowly, your senses began to recover and you were able to support yourself without help.

“I’m fine now, I just got a little dizzy.” You said with a small smile.

“Maybe you should head home.” Hyungseok worriedly suggested.

“No really, I’m fine, you guys go have fun I’ll just sit here.”

Not having any of it, Jieun insisted on calling an Uber and taking you home. The entire ride back to your apartment you tried to apologize but Jieun was having none of it.

“You’re my best friend and your health comes before my need to party, y/n. You almost fainted for Christ’s sake!”

Still you couldn’t help but feel horrible for ruining her night as she put you to bed.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, ok? Rest well and call me if anything else weird happens.” With that she left and you drifted off to sleep.

❃❃❃❃

After your small episode at the club nothing else happened and you were able to complete your case without any flaws (Which you won. Your observation about the pictures really did prove to be the missing piece of the puzzle). Life had settled back into its usual pace, a few minor cases here and there floating through the office with no signs of your soulmate.

It had been about a month after the club incident when the office felt a blanket of stress settle over. One of the biggest cases yet had hit Hyungseok’s desk, this time without your help. Sensing his immensely stressed state, you headed over to his office and lightly knocked on his doorframe. He looked up, a tight smile settling over his face.

“Everything ok y/n?”

“I think I should be the one asking you that, Hyungseok-ssi. You seem stressed to the max.” You said, a light laugh passing through your lips.

“You’re right y/n.” He said with a heavy sigh. His posture fell as he ran a hand through his hair.

“Is there anything I can get you? A snack or some coffee?”

“Actually, I’ve been really craving one of those drinks we had at the café on Apgujeong-ro. If it’s not too much to ask…”

"Not at all,” you responded brightly, “I’d be happy to help you! I don’t have too much going on right now myself.”

He thanked you profusely, promising to repay you, which you insisted was completely unnecessary. Grabbing your coat, you headed outside. Autumn had arrived a few weeks ago and the crisp air brightened your mood. The streets were fairly empty, and you made it to the café without a problem. As you collected the drink you noticed a bit of a commotion further down the street. Paying the cashier, you figured you had time to figure out was going on. You pushed the front door open and followed the noise. Rounding the corner, you immediately stopped. You felt dizzy, your eyesight going blurry before clearing a split second later.

And then you saw him. Im Jaebum, standing outside of the JYP building, surrounded by a handful of fans. And he saw you. Over the heads of the girls surrounding him, his eyes locked with yours. He froze, and you panicked. Before he could even think to do anything, you ran. You didn’t know where to. Allowing your feet to lead, you weaved through the streets, drink in hand long forgotten. Suddenly your body completely stopped, as if someone had flipped a switch. In front of you stood a small convenience store. Without realizing you slowly gravitated towards the doors, pushing them open, a bell overhead signaling your entrance. Aimlessly you wandered through the aisles. Now cold, you dropped the drink in a trashcan, mentally promising Hyungseok you’d buy him a new one. Eventually you found yourself wavering in front of the drinks. Reaching out to pick up a glass of strawberry milk, the front door burst open, bell nearly falling off its post. Shelves blocked your view, so you turned back to the drinks only to find him standing before you. Despite being half collapsed over the refrigerators and clearly out of breath, a wide smile was spread across his (incredibly handsome) face. Your breath hitched, eyes wide, silence settling over you. Finally catching his breath, Jaebum spoke.

“Hi,” he breathed, grin still in place, “my name’s Jaebum.”

“Y/n,” you licked your lips, still in shock, “how – how did you find me?”

“I don’t know. I just, kind of knew you’d be here.” He said with a shrug. “It was like something was…I don’t know…”

“Pulling you here?” You finished his sentence. “I know what you mean, I didn’t even know where I was going when I ran I just sort of…did. Sorry about that, the running away I mean. There were just so many people around you and I –”

“It’s fine, honestly,” he cut you off, “there were so many of them it was probably better that we both ran.” He added with a small laugh.

Realizing the timing of your meeting wasn’t exactly ideal, you exchanged numbers and headed your separate ways, smiles never leaving your faces. Hyungseok wasn’t happy to see you return so late without his drink. Too happy to care, and too excited to think of responding, you sat down at your desk. Finally. Finally, you had met him. Your soulmate.

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