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cryinginmyroomsposts · 9 months

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Homecoming

Yoongi x fem!Reader

A/n: Tried writing something for the first time based on this prompt. Let me know your opinions.

Warnings: Angst, non-idol au, first love, second chance trope, fluffy ending, mentions of sex, no smut

Word count: 1.5k

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The cold winter air cuts through my thoughts like a newly sharpened knife and it takes everything in me to not turn back and run to... where do I run back? I just walked away from the only home I've ever known, only to realise it was all in my head.

I walk along the brightly lit festival-ready Manhattan streets. Fairy lights turn into hazy lines across my eyes as I feel the sting from the tears forming at the back of my eyes. I will not cry, not about this... not about him. Funny how life comes full circle, almost an entire decade ago I walked back from school refusing to shed a tear about the boy who shredded my heart into a million pieces and here I am, all the way across the world and a decade's worth of pain to my name, still walking back to an empty house with tears threatening to fall... all because of him, again.

Exhaling a deep breath, as if to tell myself I have breathed out the pain, I walk with more speed. Fumbling with the keys at the door to the house I refuse to call home. My legs give out the second the door locks behind me as I drop to the floor by the foyer, head on my knees, too many thoughts and emotions floating around.

After what feels like a lifetime of staying in that state I hear the door's locks turn around, and my head drops even further into my knees as I already know who is on the other side. I stay there, crouched down with my head bent, clenching my fists, as I hear the soft thuds of his footsteps. I stay still as I feel him crouch down next to me, knees lightly brushing each other.

"Just please talk to me...please" I hear his voice cracking and once again it feels like I'm being punished for giving my heart to him.

"What do you want me to say" It comes out more bitter than my heart intended and I can feel him flinch at my tone. Do not look at him, it will make things worse. "I don't know what I did wrong... I am trying to understand but I don't know and now-" he exhales a shaky breath, out of the corner of my eyes I see him rub his palms on his knees. "Now I feel like I'm losing you." My heart gives out for a second and I look up to see his tear-stained face and bloodshot eyes, his long black hair falling on his face, he looks wan and sweating in the middle of December.

"You're not losing me, I was never yours to be lost." My voice sounds alien to me as the words come out. The look on his face, as he takes my words in, feels like a dozen swords were stabbed right through me repeatedly. He looks distraught, scared and everything I am sure is mirrored in my own face.

"What do you mean by that, of course, you are mine. You are the only thing that's ever been mine" He pleads, tears rolling down his eyes as he reaches to hold my hands.

I move slightly away, "Please... You couldn't even tell our friends we are together. But then what are we really? We met two years back after all those years, started 'afresh' and ended up best friends who accidentally slept together once... that's all right. It was purely physical... at least admit that dammit!" I know I am being brutal, but I cannot be the one falling alone anymore. He is at a loss for words and I continue with a bitter laugh, "I've been asking for your acknowledgement since we were sixteen. Last time you let me go so fast... for what? because you wanted to look 'cool'. You came back and said you wanted to be friends... that night, you made out with me and told me we'd be fine no matter what. You promised not to hurt me again... but you never told me what we are. And then we slept together and you disappeared on me for two whole weeks... do you have any idea how fucked up that is. I don't think you even thought about it. You always escape when this arrangement became slightly complicated for you because I acknowledged my feelings and you couldn't deal with that. Actually, I was so sure you'll go running away the first chance you get... I kept myself in check this whole time just to not scare you away, but when it came out in a moment of passion you left me... without a single fucking word- only to return two weeks later for the school reunion. You were so fucking busy you couldn't even call me but today I find out you helped plan a part of that shindig... the cherry on the cake was when you pretended as if we haven't practically been living together for a whole year and you just screwed me and ran away... but of course, other people always mattered more to you right- back at highschool and now...."

By now the traitorous tears are streaming so fast down my cheeks, burning my face up. I don't even have the energy to reach and wipe them away. He puts his head down in defeat, and I see more tears fall down his cheeks too. He slowly wipes them away

"I know I messed up... I'm sorry" he sounds so little I almost miss it. I cannot get in myself to accept the apology but I hold myself back because I'm done explaining myself, it is high time he does it. Taking my silence as approval, he continues "You are right you know... about me being a coward who can't accept what this is." He lets a bitter deep chuckle, his face reeking hatred for himself.

"This is so messed up because I finally found the answer..." He looks at me eyes full of hope, a bitter smile still spread along his lips and my stomach flips on itself at the first ray of hope. I need to remind myself that the answer could be the end of us too. I just gulp down the bile rising to my mouth and look at him, this time he reaches to hold my hands in his and I let him- too tired for this fight.

"I ran away the other night, I got scared... scared that I messed up the only thing that was going right in my life. I wanted to do everything right this time around. You have no clue how much I hated myself for letting you go the last time around, high school was messed up." I let out a sarcastic chuckle, my heart still beating in my ears and my stomach tumbling with anxiety. He holds my fingers delicately as if it will break if he holds on tighter.

"I actually went home the next day-" my eyebrows shoot up at the new information, "- I was there last week, to talk to my parents. That night when we... after you went to sleep, I got a call from my mom saying she wants me to get settled- in a typical arranged marriage, she was being serious enough that she had already set up a blind date with someone she knew. I freaked out... and went to have a talk with my parents."

"That still doesn't explain the radio silence I received..." I am ashamed at how little my own voice sounds, there's so much new information spinning in my head and the anxiety keeps getting worse by the minute. "Yeah that was stupid on my part, I was very confused. I left and got on the first plane home, all through the plane I wasn't even sure what I was going home to do. I spent the entire 14-hour flight trying to understand everything and it clicked only as I reached home... I don't want anyone else but you. I realised I went there in that hurry only to convince my parents about you.."

He finally releases a breath after saying all that in go, my head is still spinning but I look at him with wide eyes, more tears threatening to fall down- this time with a glimmer of happiness. I was still unsure of how this will end and I hear myself say, "Andd..?"

He holds my hands tighter, clearing his throat before continuing, "And they eventually agreed. After 3 very hard and long sleepless days. I did not want to text you until I knew what I was doing for sure. When I did try to text you the day I was leaving to come back home... you had apparently blocked me.." It's my turn to look guilty, as my stomach does happy flips and I feel my heartbeat everywhere.

"I don't really blame you, from your point of view it made sense. When I couldn't reach you even after coming back, I helped plan the reunion in hopes you will be there. I hope that I can talk to you... make you mine officially..." At this point, I am sure my heart has given out, and it is getting harder to hide the smile creeping up my face, so I bite down hard on my lower lips. Involuntarily my fingers wrap around his, holding on for dear life.

"What are you trying to say... I'm tired of all this back and forth" I say, my nerves reaching new levels of high and hopes high up to the sky.

He moves close enough that there is only an inch between our faces and I try to protest but it gets lost in my nerves when he uses one of his hands to pull me on his waist and I see how sincere and scared his eyes look. I lower my face unable to manage all the emotions raising up my gut and he uses his other hand to make me face him again.

"I am sorry for being a dick, now and then. But this time... I am not letting you go. I waited 8 years in agony to meet you again, and another year having you so close to me yet out of reach. So... this is me saying I love you, with all my heart and soul. This is it for me... you're it. I love you and I'm never letting you go again."

By now my face is entirely wet and I'm sobbing loudly as he reaches to wipe my tears away with his thumbs. I just lay my head on his shoulder and cry for what feels like a good half an hour. He keeps patting my head and lets me cry. Eventually, I gather myself and wipe my tears and look at him, he smiles at me earnestly.

"Well... are you going to say it back or ?" He asks and although his lips are in a smirk I can see the fear behind his eyes. I smile myself and reach to hold his face in my hands before leaning in and closing the distance between us.

We've shared a couple of kisses before- some passionate, mostly hesitant; but this time it is reassuring. This is the kiss of love, of comfort and it is the kind of kiss that feels like home.

"You really are not gonna say the words anytime soon are you?" he asks in between the kisses. I look at him in thought for a minute before shaking my head in negative defiantly.

"You are going to have to work hard for it lover boy."

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fanyyy444 · 6 months

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tiny min yoongi (⁠｡⁠♡⁠‿⁠♡⁠｡⁠)💋🩷

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yobelongtodeer · 1 year

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Yoongi dark blue moodboard

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euphoricfilter · 1 year

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Can I request a drabble with Yoonji? If so, could it be a fluffy flower shop/tattoo parlour au with "I don't think anyone could ever be as lovely as you.", please? Thank you! 💜

summer mornings and strawberries:

pairing: tattoo artist! yoonji (yoongi) x f. reader

genre: fluff || non-idol au || cisswap || established relationship

summary: sometimes it's hard to put your love for someone into words

word count: 1.2k

tags/ warnings: fluff, wlw, goth gf yoonji x pastel princess m/c (you know that’s right), minor suggestive content but no real smut

notes: women <3 this one felt harder to keep in the 1k boundary because they’re both just so cute :( i might write a short sequel for mommy yoonji since it wouldn't fit into this part if people are interested

drabble requests are closed

drabble masterlist || my main masterlist

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“Over here, baby”

You perk up, Jimin long forgotten as your girlfriend waves you over from her office.

“Sorry, Minnie” you brush him off as you skip into Yoonji’s arms, completely ignorant to the fact she keeps eye contact with the receptionist as she presses a sweet kiss to your cheek.

Jimin snorts, eyes flickering down to your skirt that barely covers your ass.

Your mouth falls open into a gasp as Yoonji grabs the meat of your thigh, teasing in the way she knows has arousal slicking up your panties. You always had been easy to rile up.

“You’re late” she murmurs, hairs on the back of your neck standing on end as her breath tickles your cheek.

“The shop was quite busy today,” you tell her as she kicks the door to her office closed, tattoo equipment already set up for you.

“You should really tell your boss you can’t do overtime”

You frown, “But she says I’m the best at bouquets”

“I’m sure you are the best, my love. Now take a seat, I canceled my next appointment so we can spend the afternoon together”

“You didn’t have to do that” you giggle, sweater shucked off on the floor somewhere that she picks up, folding it over the back of her chair as you settle down.

“I don’t wanna hear any of that”

“Yes ma’am” you mock salute.

Her eyebrows furrow, silent offer to be a brat, though by now she knows you’re aware of the consequences.

Her chair kicks backwards as she leans down for a kiss. Purposeful as her lips mold with yours, barely enough room for either of your to breathe until she’s pulling back, and your pink blush is hiding the red that coats your cheeks rosy.

You’d always found something so utterly mesmerizing about Yoonji, her beauty that of a black dahlia, though you think she was more of a pink rose; gentle.

Someone you aspired to be, so confident in her own skin, she knew exactly what she wanted, and made sure she got it.

Sometimes it felt like you couldn’t word exactly how you felt about her, ‘love’ perhaps an umbrella term for all the little things you adored about her mere existence. No amount of flowers with lovely meanings, or poems about undying love that you write in little notes for customers (that had definitely been stolen from the internet), is never truly enough.

Your friends had drilled the idea in their heads that Yoonji was reserved, and didn’t know how to show her love the right way, ‘cold’ even. A word you had never, and will never use to describe her.

Because it seemed like she knew how to show her love for you, better than you did for her.

The world had always had a split view on the term ‘opposites attract’, that you’re good for each other until you’re in a relationship, and then it all goes to shit because you’re two very different people.

Yoonji never minded how you blasted your music over her speakers, the music she would overwise despise if it weren’t you. Just like how you never liked the hard-hitting rap she absolutely loved, though hummed along as she cleaned the house.

She never minded how your clothes had split up the blacks of her hoodies and jeans in the closet, or the cute little bedspread you insisted on having because you didn’t like her grey one.

Or how the counter in the bathroom had been permanently doused in glittery eyeshadow. Where shampoo smelt of warm summer mornings and strawberries, instead of muted and never-really-there comfort. Your existence now a permanent fixture in her, no, your home.

It felt as though Yoonji worshipped your very existence, held you in her hands, delicate like you were a daisy, or a gentle buttercup.

Your person that you couldn’t imagine a future without.

Her art is forever inked into your skin, art that no one else in the world will ever have because maybe tattoos were one of her love languages. Something in your heart squeezing, emotions mushy, that make you want to gush like you were in high school again when you catch a glimpse of her work etched into your skin in the mirror. The work she had spent hours designing specifically for you.

Yoonji didn’t mind initiating physical contact, something you’d always shied away from, something she’d taught you was okay to want, that yearning wasn’t bad. That touch is just many of the languages of love that the both of you shared.

She liked to cook or take you on picnics in the summer, watching you twirl in dresses made of satin, or smudge your lipstick with a kiss before she helps you reapply it. Only to kiss you again.

She calls you pretty and loved your body in ways that showed you self-love wasn’t selfish. Because if she could love you, then it shouldn’t be impossible to love yourself.

Yoonji kissed you under the stars and liked how the moon made you shine like a delicate fairy, always so beautiful in her eyes. She held your hand while you ordered food, and visits you during her lunch breaks with coffee and cakes or little sandwiches cut into triangles.

Every little brush of her fingers over your bare skin had been etched into your mind, hours spent apart missing her even though you knew you’d be going home to your apartment, greeted with a kiss that always has you melting into her chest.

Over the years your love language had morphed into your job just like hers, and Yoonji found it endearing how you’d come home with flowers for her, test runs for the shop's new theme though you seem to always keep her in mind as you hone your craft.

And as much as you worried that you were never enough, always so consumed by thoughts she knew were pointless, Yoonji loved you nonetheless.

“I don’t think anyone could be as lovely as you,” she tells you one evening, your head resting on her thighs, careful as she brushes your hair after you’ve both taken a shower together.

You blink up at her, tongue wetting your bottom lip, “You’re a lot lovelier than I am”

“Not true” she laughs, thumb rubbing over your jaw, “Besides, you’re the only one that sees me like this”

“Is it selfish that I like it that way?”

She hums, tucking her hair behind her ear, sharp eyes never straying away from yours. “It’s okay to be selfish, you know”

“When it comes to you, I don’t mind” you smile, rolling onto your stomach.

You blink up at her through your lashes.

Her lips quirking upwards, always finding it hard not to smile when she’s with you, “I love you, flower”

“I really love you too” you smile, “And I think I’ll love you forever”

She tilts her head, “That’s a long time. Think you can put up with me for that long?”

“As long as you can put up with me for that long, then I don’t mind”

“You act as though you’re hard to put up with” she pushes your hair out of your face, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips, then your cheek, nose, then each eyelid as you lean into the palm of her hand that cups your cheek.

“Forever, then” you whisper, eyes barely open as you chase her lips for another kiss.

She hums, “Forever it is”

#bts fanfic #bts fluff #bts fic #yoongi imagine #yoongi x reader #min yoonji #yoongi fic #yoonji x reader #bts non idol au #bts #bts yoongi #yoongi x you

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heealchemy · 1 year

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jungkook moodboard

like!!

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cakikeru · 4 months

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#jojo moodboard #spotify #agust d #agust d moodboard #bts #bts moodboard #bts yoongi #suga icons #min yoongi #yoongi #yoongi icons #jojo no kimyou na bouken #jojo's bizarre adventure #anime moodboard #min yoonji #min yoonki #moodboard bts #jungkook moodboard #jungkook

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lyrvibes · 1 year

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#gg layouts #messy layouts #spotify #messy moodboard #gg icons #cottagecore #icons moodboard #kpop packs #dark cottagecore #soft messy #min yoonji #min suga #icons bts #icons yoongi #yoongi #rockstyle #bts suga #icons suga

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galactic-bi-cat · 1 month

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Mother-daughter coffee-date

#i like to think they exist in same universe #jung hoseok #min yoongi #jhope mom #min yoonji #hobi #bts #bts family #bts fanart #birthday gift #for my friend #yoonseok

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joonmon · 2 months

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Day 3

yoongi in his element is the hottest🥵

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calystuf · 6 months

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— personalização ios ( soft pink theme ) ✩

Fiz essa personalização em vídeo, clique aqui " ✩" para ter acesso e ver como fiz essa personalização inspirada na new era.

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proudahgase-exol · 1 year

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Your Rihanna song - bts

Seokjin:

“You Da One” - he used to sing this song a lot at the beginning of your relationship he said this song reminds him of you. This song is one of your guys favorite songs it haves a lot of meanings it makes the guys laugh that this song could have such deep meanings to you guys but they just don’t understand.

Yoongi:

“Only Girl (In The World)”- to you this song describes how you feel around yoongi he does make you feel like your the “only girl on the world” you had told him that and when his not with you and misses you he play the song and it reminds him of you and understand why you love this song so much.

Hoseok:

“Bitch Better Have My Money”- you were drunk and eveytime your get drunk you pay this song start to sing this song well pointing at him well you sing as if you were singing it to him. He found it so funny and eveytime you got drunk he did play this song just to see you sing to it he just love to hear you drunk sing.

Namjoon:

“love On The Brain”- you always have mini concerts when you take showers and this song will sometimes be playing like 4 times in a row. Namjoon new how much you love singing in the shower but also found out that this song it’s your favorite so he ask if you did like to sing it with him and have it recorded just for the two of you and your agreed because why not.

Jimin:

“ Diamonds”- karaoke nights are your favorite specialty if you get to sing Diamonds with jimin you guys get in character and started to sing it like your life’s depends on it you did sing this multiple times until you guys get bored of singing it and at this point you guys know this song by heart.

Taehyung:

“Love the way you lie pt2”- eveytime you guys had a big fight you did go and seat in the balcony of your shared apartment and but your headphones on with this song playing on full volume it just calm you down and relaxes you and one day after a huge fight you fall asleep on the little couch you guys had in the balcony with this song playing in repeat when he found that you always put this song when you fight he took it the wrong way but than understood why you loved it so much.

Jungkook:

stay:

You guys love this song specifically when you guys went for a drive at night you obviously sing Rihanna’s part and be sings Mikky Ekko’s part. You love singing this song with Jungkook it’s one of your favorites because you love how your voices sounded together even if you didn’t know how to sing good JK never made fun of you he only smile and uses his fist as the microphone when you both sing.

Sorry if it’s bad I’ll try my best next time 😆 but I hope you liked it

#bts namjoon #bts hoseok #bts yoongi #bts jimim #bts taehyung #bts jungshook #bts jin #bts x reader #bts x fem!reader #bts x y/n #bts imagines #bts fanfction #kim seokjin #kim namjoon #park jimim #jung hoseok #jung jungkook #min yoonji #kim taehyung

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bobaandasiandramas · 1 year

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Here is the update. I just wanted to let you all know that after this chapter POV will change to F. Reader POV.

Find Rest for your Soul

Y/n is found unconscious by Hoseok and rescue owner, Sejin. Y/n is a mysterious Omega with no real memories and is trying to understand the warnings in her head. What or who is after her?

Alpha, Beta, Omega x F. READER

Pairing: OT7 x F. READER

Rating: M+

Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4

Hoseok watched Namjoon who was still crouched before the patient, watching her carefully. The doctor was unmoving but obviously ready to leap into action if the female had tried to attack him. Hoseok didn’t think she would do anything, not with the way she was looking at Namjoon. He suspected that Namjoon was feeling the same. There was such an intensity in her stare it was almost as if she was trying to get the doctor to reach her thoughts. There was something in the words that she kept repeating - an explanation or a code that none of them couldn’t understand.

Hoseok knew the words meant something to her. It wasn’t nonsense, each word was a key factor in her message. While Dr. Wang seemed to be frustrated by the patient, Dr. Namjoon seemed more curious and determined to solve the riddle of her words.

“Three. Six. Hide. Escape. Right Three. Si-”

Jimin, who was still standing in the doorway, had shifted his weight from one foot to the other and instantly her eyes shot to him. The words died in her mouth. Having her eyes locked on him caused Jimin to freeze as well. The two stared at each other but after a moment passed, she turned her attention back to Namjoon and continued her chant.

“Three. Six. Hide. Escape. Right. It was to the right.” The sudden change in her chant caused them to all hold their breath, waiting for what she would say next. “It didn’t come from the left, it came from the right. I remember. They said I was wrong!” She left out a whimper with her words giving Namjoon a pleading look. “They want me to think I’m crazy but I’m not - not crazy. I counted the numbers, I hid, I went to escape but then it came from the right - I know it did.”

Namjoon nodded at her reassuringly. “Okay darlin’, it was from the right.” He said softly to her.

The female omega seemed pleased with his response. She nodded back and directed her gaze to the floor. It was clear these details were important to her. She was holding on to them tightly, as if her sanity depended on it.

Hoseok wondered if she even knew what she was talking about. The female didn’t seem to have the best grasp of reality at the current moment. Hoseok wasn’t sure how Namjoon was able to deal with things like this - he supposed there was a reason Joon was the doctor.

The doctor slowly inched closer to the female as she appeared to be calm now. He telegraphed his movements plainly. “Now that you are awake, I would like to examine your wounds, if you would allow me to take a look…”

As Joon moved closer, Jimin could hear her breathing becoming more rapid. She looked like a frightened, caged animal. Namjoon seemed to brace himself to react accordingly if she were to lunge at him. Jimin could see Hoseok also straighten up, ready to help Joon hold the female down if needed. The smaller alpha wondered what was going through Hoseok’s head. He wondered if the alpha was regretting his choice to bring the omega here.

“One eight seven. One eight seven. One eight seven.”

They all groaned at her new collection of numbers, wondering how long it would take this time before she snapped out of it.

Dr. Wang rolled his eyes. “I told you she was crazy.” He slid off the bed, and motioned for Jinyoung and Bambam to follow him. “I'll be in my quarters. Let me know if anyone sane needs treatment.”

Hoseok and Jimin frowned at the retreating doctor’s back. Namjoon stood from his position on the floor and walked away from the girl to join the two of them at the door.

“Hoseok, did you want to try to talk to her?” Namjoon asked. “I’m not sure where to go from here. Maybe talking with her will help, you were the one who found her. Then again, maybe it won’t. All I do know is that the way she is right now is not normal. There is something wrong in her head.”

Hoseok looked over at the omega and responded hesitantly. “I could give it a shot, but I doubt I’d have much better luck.”

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“One eight seven.” She knew the numbers meant something bad. People were bad. She didn’t remember why she felt panic when someone approached her but she knew people were bad. The numbers were the key to that riddle too. “One eight seven.”

Voices interrupted her train of thought causing her lips to pause again as she looked up. There were three men talking by the door together. Their voices in a hushed tone where she could barely make out the words. One of the voices sounded familiar to her and she snapped her eyes shut to figure out why it did.

“Hey, can you hear me?” His voice echoed clearly in her head. She let out a loud gasp, her fingers threading through her hair. She was aware that the men stopped talking and could sense their eyes on her. She didn’t care about that right now, his words rang like bells over and over. It was real. She recalled hearing it through the darkness of her mind - the way his voice was laced with such concern it made her want to open those heavy eyelids she had.

This was something she needed to keep with her. She curled her body tighter so it wouldn’t escape. After a moment she could feel a sense of calm wash over her. She would remember this. After a few moments, she slowly untangled her body and looked up at the quiet males in the room. They had moved closer, hands raised slightly in the air as if to show they meant no harm to her. Her eyes raked over them and took in their appearances quickly. The first male was shorter than the other two, he looked cozy in his sweater and his eyes looked kind and curious. He gave her a warm feeling, something that she wished she could hold onto. The second male’s eyes were wide with worry but she noted the gentle expression. The constant rise and fall of his chest, relaxed muscles and the gentle puff of air that left him rhythmically make her feel comfortable. “One eight seven.” She whispered as she tore her eyes away from his and then to the doctor.

He was a little more serious in the eyes, but there was a gentle aura around him. He was the one that agreed that it came from the right. He was okay, he could be trusted. He wouldn’t hurt her. “One eight seven. All gone.” She whispered as she looked back to the second male, eyes widening with realization. “Three and six. I added them everyday. They were important to me but I don’t know where they are.” She panicked again, anxiety rose into her chest. “Why did you take them? Where are they? I need them.” She demanded as she looked around the room.

The three alphas looked at each other. Hoseok wore a puzzled expression as he stated tentatively, “I didn’t take them?”

Her eyes snapped back to his. ‘Why are they gone?!” She screamed at him. She was no longer calm, heat radiated off her in waves. Her chest rose and fell rapidly as she lost control of her thoughts again. Her whole body was tense, hands called up in fists.

Hoseok stepped closer, arms still up, but she swiped defensively at him with her claws. He froze and stepped back while Namjoon reached back for a tranquilizer that was sitting nearby.

“You left them behind!” Jimin insisted suddenly as he stepped next to Hoseok. He watched her eyes snap to his, her attention focused completely on him. “It’s okay now,” he slowly shifted closer. “You’re not there anymore. Do you remember that?”

The words took all the air out of her sails. She felt suddenly, intensely sad. “Three and six. How will I keep track? One eight seven. What if there’s more?” She whimpered again as she felt her body slowly crack and shatter. Her eyes filled with tears. “Why would I leave them behind?” She begged the male for an answer.

“Because it wasn’t safe.” The more serious male stated.

She looked over to him. “Not safe.” She agreed quietly, nodding her head as she brushed her tears away.

He seemed pleased with her response. “Yes, not safe, Do you remember anything about it?”

“But I don’t want to go among mad people.” Alice remarked.“Oh you can’t help that,” said the Cat. “we’re all mad here. I’m mad. You’re mad.”“How do you know I’m mad?” said Alice.“You must be,” said the Cat, “or you wouldn’t have come here.”

She paused as the words floated around her head like a merry-go-round. “The madness. It does terrible things.”

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After some coaxing, the woman was back on the exam table with a far off look in her eyes. Namjoon was looking her over, double checking areas he had already treated to ensure she didn’t do any damage when she freaked out on Dr. Wang. “Darlin’,” He spoke gently, calling her attention back to him. “Do you remember your name?”

She nodded her head and parted her lips, the whisper of her name fell upon his ears.

He tried to smile at her encouragingly to keep her calm and was pleased that she gave a shy smile back. “My name is Kim Namjoon. The two behind me are Park Jimin and Jung Hoseok, he’s the one who found you.”

Her eyes looked behind him and to the man standing against the wall. She had a look on her face like he was a long lost friend. “Jung Hoseok.” She nodded her head twice before turning back to the doctor.

“Yes, you’re in the clinic at a rescue that is run by Sejin. I have been assigned to be in charge of your care.”

“There was another male here earlier.”

“Doctor Wang.” Namjoon replied. “You attacked him upon awakening.”

She looked at Namjoon and something about his expression caused hers to fall. “I didn’t mean to hurt him.” She hung her head.

“It’s okay, dear. Just don’t do it again.” He watched her nod her head in agreement. There was a comfortable silence that fell upon them.

Hoseok approached and her muscles tensed. It made him wonder how long it would take their proximity to be frightening. "Are you hungry?" His voice was soft, unlike the slightly panicked tone of unsureness that he used before.

She lifted her head and looked at him as if she didn't know the answer herself. For a moment she just stared as if waiting for her body to give her an answer.

Namjoon decided to wait no longer for a response; he knew she needed to eat. "Jimin, can you run to the kitchens and retrieve two slices of bread and a room temperature bottle of water with a glass?"

The smaller alpha moved quickly, leaving the room through the main double doors.

“That can’t be all she’s getting.” Hoseok demanded in his most obstinate voice. “Look at her, she needs more food.”

With a hard look, Namjoon shook his head. “She hasn’t eaten well in what could be months, or longer.Too much food too soon will only hurt her body more.” He explained. “We can increase food gradually as tolerated.”

Hoseok frowned knowing that Namjoon was right but it made him sad to see the omega in the condition she was in. “I think I’m gonna go home and inform the others on how it is going here.”

Namjoon nodded at him, understanding that this type of patient is not for everyone to see. “That seems like a good idea.”

Jimin walked back in with two slices of bread on a plate and a small glass of water. He approached the exam table slowly so as to not scare the female.

“Jimin, I’m gonna head home. Did you want to come with me?”

The smaller alpha shook his head. “No, I'll hang around here for a little while.” He turned his attention to Namjoon. “I’ll stay with her for a while and help her out. Why don’t you record your notes, I’m sure there is much you need to write up. I’ll report any changes immediately.”

Namjoon nodded his head before waving Hoseok off and heading into his office.

****

At some point Jinyoung, Dr. Wang’s nurse and beta had snuck back into the treatment area of the clinic. He had with him an ipad and was checking bottles on shelves and marking things on the screen.

The omega watched him closely, trying to see if he had alternate intentions toward her. After a moment of staring she turned her attention to see that two of the males she was previously speaking to had left the room and the remaining one was pulling a seat up near her.

Once seated Jimin turned his attention to her and smiled gently. “Hey, I’m Jimin, I know Namjoon already informed you but I wanted to tell you myself. I brought something small for you to eat. It’s nothing crazy - just some bread. Do… do you think you feel up to eating some now?” He watched her spy the plate before nodding her head slowly. He happily broke one piece of bread in half and gave it to her.

She took small bites, unsure if she even wanted the food. She noted the male looked pleased with her as she nibbled away. In the back of her head she kept the chanting ‘Three. Six. Escape. Right. One eight seven.’ She needed to keep track. There was a pause in her chewing as she looked over to the male sitting in front of her. She desperately tried to remember his name, she knew the good doctor told her but she forgot to file it away in her brain.

“You left them behind.”

It was the first thing he said to her, she could remember that - it made her feel calm inside. She tried to think again but it was a blur and already had a headache.

“Did you want some water?” The male asked, his voice was gentle and happy, giving off a welcoming vibe.

Not wanting to upset him, Soo Min took the glass from him. She eyed the clear liquid with a sense of dread she couldn’t help. Her fears didn’t make any sense to her. She tried to think back to any memories that would make her feel so hesitant, not nothing came to mind.

She must have been sitting there for a while because the male nurse who was checking things off on his tablet walked over. “Is everything alright?”

Soo Min didn’t answer. She looked at the nurse and then back to the glass, to the kind male offering it and back to the glass again. They wanted her to drink it and she felt pressured to do so. What if she refused – would they force her? She looked up at the kind male again and reached out with shaky hands, taking the small glass carefully and bringing it closer to her body. She looked back at him again, he gave an encouraging nod of his head and she took a sip. It was tiny but she was tasting for anything foreign, anything that shouldn’t be there like a weird aftertaste. That tiny sip felt so nice to her dry throat and she couldn’t help but take another sip and then another. After the third sip she downed the rest of the glass and was suddenly upset to see it empty.

“That’s all you can have for a little while. I’m sorry.” The nurse explained when the omega looked sadly at the empty glass.

The female took another nibble of the bread as she felt her stomach come back to life. It growled loudly. Her hunger got the best of her and she devoured the slice of bread quickly.

“Oh dear, you should slow down. If you eat too fast then you’ll get sick.” The nurse stated and Jimin nodded his head in agreement.

The omega felt like the words were a threat, like the nurse was going to rip the food away from her hands. Anxiety ridden she quickly snatched the second piece off the plate and crammed it in her mouth before that could happen.

Jinyoung’s eyes grew wide and he moved quickly to the female to stop her. Soo Min curled up on the exam table defensively. Jimin stood but held his hands up to show her there was no harm coming her way. The nurse frowned. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you. We just don’t want you to hurt yourself.”

Things changed for Soo Min though, she could hear his voice but she could no longer see him. No longer was it the two males standing over her but instead they had warped into figures - cloaked in black with matching masks over their faces. She didn’t know these people, she didn’t know what they wanted from her. She wanted Jimin back, she felt safe near him. Maybe the nurse and him were hiding. She felt her stomach lurch with a sudden feeling of sickness. Her eyes widened in panic. She wished she hadn’t eaten anything. They, the cloaked beings must have poisoned the food she was given. Panic was pouring off of her in tidal waves.

She couldn’t stop the feeling as her stomach lurched two more times violently. Not knowing what else to do, she leaned over the side of the exam table and spilled the contents of her stomach all over the floor. She noticed the two cloaked figures rush toward her but she smacked their hands away. Soo Min let out a vicious sound as she tried to curl up tighter, trying her best to protect herself.

One figure spoke up as it approached her again. “I’m sorry - this is for your own good.” Then everything happened so quickly after that. The closer cloaked figure grabbed her and held her down, she bucked and twisted to get away, trying to throw her claws around and was ready to bite if need be but her head was pushed down to the table and a sharp pain stabbed into her neck. Her will to fight started getting cloudy and the cloaked beings started to step back from her as her vision got smaller and smaller. Then everything went black.

****

Taehyung sighed in frustration as Hoseok paced the forest floor. “Can we go home now?” He asked, slightly annoyed to be out but he wanted to also help his alpha. Instead they were out in the wilderness, going who knows where for who knows how long.

Hoseok stopped in his tracks and looked back at Tae, he felt bad - the omega had offered to keep him company as he couldn’t get any unsettled feeling off his chest. He could feel there was something else out there. “Sorry pup, something just isn’t right. If you want to go home, go on and I’ll be home soon.” He flashed a smile at him.

Taehyung wasn’t dumb though, he frowned and walked over to the alpha. “You and I both know that’s a lie. You’re gonna be out here for hours. I’m gonna stay with you the whole time but we have to head back soon. Jin’s cooking dinner tonight.”

Hoseok pulled the omega to his side, allowing the male to curl up to him. “Thank you Tae.” He pressed a kiss to his head and then another on his lips, a little longer than the first. The two parted and started walking further into the forest. He pointed out the spot in which they found the female omega, “I found her right there.” His voice was heavy with sadness and it made Tae frown.

From what Taehyung knew was that this female omega was in terrible shape, chanting things, malnourished, and slightly dangerous as she attacked Dr. Wang. He hoped Namjoon was okay, doctors sometimes had a dangerous job. He looked away from the spot and tried to keep up with Hoseok who started to walk a little faster and faster and even faster until he started running. “Hoseok, slow down.” Taehyung called out.

“Can you tell me more about the girl?” Taehyung asked in a curious tone after many moments of silence fell upon them.

An image of her flashed in the alpha’s mind and he resisted the urge to shutter. “It didn’t look well. There was a nasty gash on the back of her head. And there were other injuries that indicated that maybe she was attacked and fought back. I fear that the person who inflicted those injuries will be looking for her. If so, we need to figure out what we’re going to do if that happens. If it’s an alpha we may have no choice but to return her to her pack.”

“Would Namjoon really do that?”

“You know the decision won’t just fall on him. Not something this big. It’s something the alpha’s will all have to agree on. And ultimately it will be whatever is best for our pack.”

Tae nodded his head. “I hope it won’t come down to that.”

Hoseok frowned and shook. “Tae, I want you to stay here.”

“What? No, I’m coming with you.”

“I need you to stay here. Don’t make me command you. There is something ahead, I’ve been feeling it for a while. It’s not good. It feels very much like death. I need you to stay here and not move. Can you please do that pup?”

The omega looked down at the ground. He was annoyed and also sad. “What if it’s dangerous?”

“More of a reason for you to stay here. I’ll be back soon. It’s close, not too far ahead.”

“Promise me you’ll come right back.”

The alpha didn’t respond and instead started running. There was a sense of dread in the air, one that follows shortly after death and either lingers forever or vanishes when new life clears it away. Hoseok could feel his heart rate increase and his breathing got heavier and it wasn’t from running. Something was up ahead, something horrible, something he didn’t want to find but knew he needed to. So he ran until he did.

Within a few minutes of running, the alpha felt like what he was looking for was right up ahead; but then something strange happened. The birds started chirping again and all the feeling of dread washed out of his body, like someone dumped a bucket of cold water over him. He looked around frantically, trying to find that overwhelming feeling again but could not find a hint of it. He returned to his omega, confused and more worried than ever.

***

When the female opened her eyes, she had to blink a few times before she could see properly. She went to raise her hand to rub her eyes but immediately realized that she was being restrained. Panic filled her; rapid intakes of air filled and deflated her lungs.

“Easy there.” The semi-familiar voice filled her ears and she froze, taking a sharp gasp of air in and holding it. Dr. Kim’s face was suddenly at her bedside. “It was for everyone’s protection, including yours.” He stated as he gestured toward the restraints. “I’ll take them off of you, if you promise to not attack me at your first opportunity.”

She released the breath of air slowly as she studied his body language. He was serious with his words, but he was relaxed. “Okay darlin’ it was from the right.” His words replayed in her head, reminding her that he was okay to be trusted. She nodded her head in agreement and felt her whole body relax. She felt the pressure around her wrists release and out of reflex she rubbed each wrist even though the restraints didn’t hurt her. After a quick moment she sat up and whispered. “Thank you.”

"Don't make me regret it." He stated. "So tell me what happened, you were fine when I left. The nurses told me you started eating too fast and became highly defensive and got sick."

She looked around the room for the dark figures. Then she leaned closer to the doctor. "It was poisoned." She whispered to him.

"What was poisoned?" He asked her, thinking at first that she had remembered something.

"The bread."

He frowned at her. "The bread wasn't poisoned, darlin’." He stated.

She shook her head. "No, no, no. It was. It made me sick.” She leaned in closer to him and her voice dropped even lower to where he almost couldn’t hear her. “We can't trust them." She pulled back and sat back up.

He studied her for several moments. "But you trust me?”

She smiled and nodded her head.

“So you don’t trust Jimin or the nurse, Jinyoung?”

‘Jimin!’ That’s what his name is. She took the information and filed it right with Dr. Kim Namjoon. She shook her head. “No, no, Jimin and the nurse are trustworthy. The other one too, the one who looked so worried.”

“Hoseok.” He reminded her.

“Yes, yes. Hoseok.” She filed his name in too as she gasped. “Do you think he knew they were coming?”

“Who?”

“The bad ones.” She whispered.

“I promise there is no one bad here my dear.” He wished he knew what triggered all her responses. While he was happy she was no longer chanting her series of words and numbers, he wished he was in the room for her episode. “I'm going to get you food. You stay here."

He returned quickly with two slices of bread. "Small bites." He instructed as he placed the plate on the bed. She looked at the food and then at him, but didn't move to grab a piece. He sighed and grabbed one before taking a bite of it. "See, it's safe."

She timidly picked up a piece and started nibbling on it. "Where is Hoseok?" She asked.

"He's gone to the area he found you at." He explained. "Darlin, do you remember anything from before you woke up?"

She sat and nibbled on her bread. Her eyes became unfocused as she stared into nothingness. She stayed that way for a few minutes, her jaw moving slowly as she chewed.

The doctor sighed. He got her a glass of water and placed it down on a table next to her.

"Red flashing lights." The words made him pause and look at her. "The room was dark, so dark, except for the flashing red lights. There was a loud noise blaring. Why was it so loud?"

"Was it a ‘Rapid Response’?" As soon as the question left his lips her eyes snapped over to him. An unmistakable fear came over her. "Yes." She whimpered.

"Do you know why there was a rapid response?" What she described reminded him almost of hospital codes but he didn’t think she would answer yes.

She shook her head. "No."

"Were there people with you? Your pack members?"

"Pack members?" She was confused at the mention of other people but he was persistent.

"Yes. You’re an omega, you should have an alpha and betas. Do you remember that?" She shook her head.

"Where are we?"

"We are in the rescue."

"You said that before, I'm in the medical unit. But where are we?" She asked as she finished her first piece of bread.

"In South Korea. You were found in the woods, disheveled and close to death with nothing on you except this bracelet.”

"The woods… bracelet…" Her voice trailed off as if she was thinking, trying to grasp a memory just out of reach.

He picked up his tablet and tapped on it for a moment. "This is one of the cameras from outside the facility." She was taking a sip of her water when he turned the screen toward her.

Her mouth opened in awe at all the greenery. She placed her cup down as she took the tablet from his hands carefully.

“Keep moving. Don't let them get you.”

"Keep moving.” She whispered. “There are the twisted trails in the forest." She remembered as she suddenly spoke louder.

"That's right." He sounded glad and called her name gently. “Did you have two people with you?"

She didn't answer, or acknowledge that she had heard him. Her mind was racing.

He continued, "We found you first and then we found two others several hours later, a male and female. They wore the same bracelet as you." When she still didn’t acknowledge his words, he sighed, "I'm sorry to tell you that they didn't make it." He regretted saying anything as he watched her eyes glaze over while she dissociated.

"One eight seven. One eight seven. One eight seven." She placed the tablet down and held up her two fingers on her hand. "One eight eight." She put down one finger. "One eight nine." She put the second finger down, laying her hand in her lap. "One eight nine. I counted them. I won't forget. One eight nine." She looked up at Namjoon with no emotion but she had tears filling her eyes.

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