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playing with fire // yoongi // 03

↪ PARING: Min Yoongi x Reader ↪ GENRE: angst » smut » idol!au » enemies to lovers ↪ SUMMARY: Yoongi hates you. Or at least he thinks he does. (AKA the one where you work for BigHit and Yoongi is bad at feelings). ↪ WORD COUNT: 8.3k ↪ WARNINGS: heavy angst | sex | oral sex (both m&f) | secret relationships | jealousy | mild possessive behaviour

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Yoongi kept his head low as he walked into the Big Hit building, tugging the brim of his cap down to keep a low profile. There were fans waiting outside and he didn’t want to start a frenzy. He had a big day ahead, it was the first official day back at practice and he was ready to work.

He had a looming pit of nerves in his stomach. Nothing too unbearable but definitely enough to keep him on high alert. He was going to have to see you today and he didn’t think you’d exactly be thrilled since he spent the last two weeks ghosting you. Suffice to say it was a cowardly move and he knew it which is why he was apprehensive. You were always so professional at work so he knew you wouldn’t do anything crazy but he worried anyway.

He greeted the staff as he walked, bowing out of reflex, barely even registering any of the faces as he went, mind elsewhere. The first thing on the agenda was a meeting to go over the schedule for the upcoming weeks. It was standard procedure meaning the entire team would be there. Which meant he was going to have to face you sooner than he thought.

With a heavy sigh he entered the conference room.

Immediately his eyes fell on Jin and Namjoon sitting on one side of the round wooden table. He made a beeline for them. “Morning.” He muttered pulling out a chair for himself and sliding into it, slinging his rucksack on the ground between his knees.

“Yoongi,” Jin smiled at him. “You are more scowl-y than usual today.” The older boy teased.

“Hyung just stayed too late at the studio last night.” Namjoon offered. Yoongi was instantly thankful that he didn’t have to come up with an excuse for himself.

“Something like that.”

Slowly the remaining empty seats around the briefing table filled, the rest of the band and staff taking their respective places. Yoongi could hear your voice somewhere on the other side of the room and he stared at the table with even more intensity. He hadn’t even looked at you yet like the coward he was. He felt guilty but he reminded himself that this was for the best.

“Here you go oppa.” You were suddenly on his right handing Jin a bottle of water and the printout of the upcoming schedule. He wrinkled his nose at the familiarity with which you spoke to Jim. Oppa?

Since when were you and Jin on such personal terms?

“Joonie.” You smiled at the white haired boy, giving him his printout. That meant Yoongi was next in line. His heart rate quickened.

When you reached him however, you said nothing. You didn’t smile or even make eye contact. He deserved that, he guessed.

You returned to the opposite side of the room and he finally snuck a glance at you. As always you looked great and as it did the first time you met a wave of annoyance flashed through him. Why did he have to be so attracted to you? It always got in the way of his rational side.

Sejin began talking but Yoongi was only half paying attention. He wasn’t saying anything that wasn’t written on the paper in front of him anyway. His eyes were still on you.

As if you could feel his burning gaze suddenly you looked up, eyes locking with his. The blank look you gave him stung a bit, he couldn’t lie.

He let out a deep breath. This is just the way things were going to be now, he supposed.

***

The first dance practice back is always the most brutal, especially for someone like Yoongi who hated exercise. Even after the first four hours he was struggling, but he was grateful for the lunch break they were allowed to take.

Back in the early days he became accustomed to skipping this time of the day, but since debut it was a little luxury BangTan allowed these days.

As usual you were on lunch duty. Yoongi realized this meant you’d be forced to speak.

“Namjoon if you make us order from that shitty pork place again, you’ll be banned from eating all together.” Jin’s voice broke Yoongi’s thoughts. He looked over at him playfully punching the leader on the arm.

“It’s not shitty! Get some class Hyung!”

Yoongi was taken back to the first meal you had, the place Namjoon had insisted everyone eat. You had hated it too. So had he.

“There’s a great chicken place I like, what about that?” You suggested to the room, looking at everyone except Yoongi. It was subtle and he was likely the only person who caught it but caught it he did. It made him weirdly enough want you to look at it him.

“Y/N and I went there last night.” Jin spoke.

Well if you and Jin were hanging out one on one that oppa comment from earlier suddenly made a lot more sense. He didn’t like it but it made sense. Surely it was just platonic? Entertaining the idea of anything else made Yoongi feel hot and strange. He really didn’t like that.

“Is that OK with you?”

Yoongi blinked in surprise. You were actually addressing him. He nodded mumbling a ‘yeah sure’ in response. You gave him what could only be described as tight smile. There was no warmth behind it whatsoever.

You gathered everyone’s orders and excused yourself to go and pick them up. Everyone else made themselves comfortable on the sofa in the far corner of the room. Yoongi joined them, plugging in his phone to charge. Jin was sitting next to the plug socket and before he could stop himself he was pressing him for information.

“You and Y/N seem close.”

He was using the same accusation Jin had used against him just a few weeks earlier. It pissed him off that Jin could be so hypocritical. He was allowed to hang out with you, be close to you but Yoongi wasn’t?

Really he was pissed off because there was a teeny tiny potential you might be dating or even worse, doing what Yoongi was doing with you but he was never going to admit that to anyone.

“Hmm?” Jin replied innocently, a mouthful of water. He swallowed and frowned at Yoongi. “Is that a question… or?”

“Yeah it’s a question. I seem to remember you accusing me of something similar.”

“Yeah. We are.” Jin sensed Yoongi’s defensive tone instantly and replied accordingly. Yoongi hadn’t meant to have come across like he was attacking the older male but it was too late now.

“That’s new.”

“Not really.” Jin shrugged.

“You dating now or some shit?” Yoongi muttered, tossing his phone a little too hard on to the sofa.

“What’s it to you?” Jin was looking at him curiously. Yoongi had to be careful, he was already revealing too much. It was hard when you lived and worked together with someone. He spent so much time with Jin, with all the boys that he was worried they would see straight through him.

“Makes you a bit of a hypocrite, no?”

“You said nothing was going on with you and Y/N.” Jin was standing now. “I knew you were lying.”

“I wasn’t lying!” Yoongi’s raised voice had attracted the attention of the other members. Calm down, he thought to himself but it wasn’t helping.

“Then why are you so worked up right now?”

“I’m not.” He said through gritted teeth, using every once of self control he could summon. He could feel Namjoon’s eyes on him and he tried to keep his face neutral. Namjoon could read him like a book. “I’m not.” He repeated, slightly calmer.

“Doesn’t look like it.” Jin said coolly. “If you must know, I’m not dating her. Pretty sure she’s seeing someone, so don’t waste your time Yoongi. Not that you’d have a shot. ”

Yoongi was pissed off.

Maybe it was because his comment hit a little too close to home. Yoongi knew you were better than him which was one of the many reasons why he was so reluctant to let you close to him.

“I don’t fucking care about Y/N. I didn’t before, I don’t now and I never will!”

The room fell deathly quiet at Yoongi’s sudden outburst. He looked around at his members faces but no one was looking at him. He followed their collective gaze to the door where you were standing, several bags of food looped through your arms.

You’d heard every hateful word he’d just said.

It didn’t matter how untrue they were. It didn’t matter that Yoongi struggled to care about people and get close to them. It didn’t matter that you had got dangerously close to breaking his wall.

You’d heard every hateful word he just said and the look on your face told him you believed them.

***

There was an undeniable tension over the next few days which only increased when Sejin pulled him aside to have a word about appropriate ways to speak to members of staff. Yoongi knew his manager was being kind about the situation, the way he spoke to him was not to scold him but just to prevent any out bursts in the future but it still didn’t exactly feel good. He was in trouble and he knew it.

You of course were ever the professional, not showing any sign that you were upset and Yoongi wondered exactly what you had said to Sejin to make him do this.

It was late that night and Yoongi was alone in one of the practice rooms that had a piano in it. Inspiration had struck him and he wanted to strike while the iron was hot and get the riff recorded as soon as possible. He was so lost in the music that he didn’t hear the practice room door open and you enter. It was only when he saw your reflection in the mirrored wall he stopped.

“Fuck!” He shouted. You’d scared him. And evidently by the way you leapt at his exclamation he’d scared you also. “Why are you creeping around?!”

“Sorry, I had to stock the fridge up for tomorrow.” You said quietly, pointing to the mini fridge in the corner. Yoongi didn’t realise this was a duty of yours as well. He never really thought too much about it but it made sense given how hard you worked.

“Carry on.” He sighed and turned back to the piano. He suddenly felt almost shy to play while you were in the room. He was always a little nervous to play in front of anyone but after everything with you it was definitely heightened.

He peeked at you in the mirror. Your back was to him as you bent down and stocked the fridge. He mentally cursed himself for checking you out again. He had a problem.

Shaking his head as if to clear his thoughts he began to play. It was not the kind of melody he normally played which is why he wanted to get it down so quickly. He hummed along as his phone recorded the tune. He liked it so far but it needed more work. He made a note to head to the studio after her finished here.

“That sounds great.”

Your voice took him by surprise. Your eyes locked in the mirror. You’d finished what you were doing and were watching him, expression unreadable.

“Thanks.” He said quietly.

“I’m finished here… see you later.” You turned to leave, giving him a small nod goodbye. You were almost to the door before he stopped you.

“Y/N.”

You froze in your tracks.

“Yes?” You gave him what was clearly a forced smile. It never reached your eyes. “You need something?”

“To apologise?” He offered. You sighed audibly, carding a hand through your hair. You looked worn out and he fell like maybe he was making it worse.

“There’s no need.” Another forced smile.

He turned round on the piano chair so be was sitting with his back to the keys. “I’m sorry anyway.”

You nodded.

“You know why does it always feel like you have something to apologise to me for? It’s fine Yoongi. You don’t have to apologise to me ever again ok?” You were rambling slightly and Yoongi felt like this was a long time coming.

He deserved your anger, that much was true.

“All I ever did from day one was treat you nicely and all you did was push me away. Consider me pushed. Don’t ever worry about my feelings again. Goodnight.”

You didn’t storm out the room, you left quietly. Yoongi’s heart sank as you walked away. He only had himself to blame.

***

“Joonie?”

Namjoon raised his head from his phone screen to look at Yoongi, the blue light illuminating his quizzical eyes at the sudden change in Yoongi’s voice. The two men where the remaining awake members of BangTan, as which was relatively normal for them. Tonight they were laying around on the couches in the dorm, a hard day of dance practice leaving them worn.

“What’s up Hyung?” Namjoon asked.

Yoongi hesitated for a second. Namjoon was younger than Yoongi but he was smart and emotionally intelligent so he often sought the younger man’s advice. It was just risky to reveal the secret he’d been keeping.

“I need your advice. If that’s OK?”

“Anytime.”

Yoongi decided to rip the band aid off. Quick and painless. “I was sleeping with Y/N on and off for the entire tour.” Namjoon’s jaw dropped. “… and then once again after we got back.”

“Fuck.” Namjoon let out a huge puff of air. “You are joking!”

“Keep your voice down,” Yoongi hissed, checking the empty dark hallway to ensure no one had roused. “No. Definitely not joking.”

“Okay… “ Namjoon said slowly. “I think I would have been less surprised if you told me you were sleeping with Jungkook.”

“Joon.”

“Sorry, sorry,” Namjoon laughed a little. “It’s just… you hate her.”

Yoongi shook his head. “That’s the problem Joonie. I don’t. I think I just want to.” He admitted. Namjoon frowned.

“Ah, emotionally healthy as usual hyung.” He teased. “You like her? There’s nothing wrong with that, she’s nice.”

“I think I like her a lot though.” He said with a sigh, rubbing at his tired eyes with the heels of his palm. “How do people deal with this shit.”

“Well first off, they don’t act like a schoolboy pulling the pigtails of the girl he likes just to get any kind of attention.” Namjoon began. “Secondly you’ve never been good at this stuff.”

“I know. She heard me say I hate her, Joon.”

“Yeah…that was bad. I gotta admit.” Namjoon agreed. “I can’t believe you had us all convinced you hated her while you were fucking! Jin was right.”

“Namjoon focus.”

“Sorry.”

“I don’t know what to do now.” Yoongi confessed.

“It depends,” Namjoon paused, thinking. “Do you want to start dating her? Or just messing around again?”

“I don’t know.” He answered truthfully.

Yoongi really didn’t. He wasn’t capable of a relationship, was he? Did he want one? He found himself oddly missing your company and it scared him. The last time he felt this way about a girl it ended badly, hence the reason to throw himself into work.

“Sounds like you need to figure out what you want.” Namjoon offered as he stood. “Maybe it’s not too late for you after all hyung.”

***

Yoongi was drunk.

Bad drunk.

The kind of drunk where the room is spinning and he’s vaguely aware that he’s talking but he doesn’t know what he’s saying. The kind of drunk where he’s slurring and telling stories that no one asked to hear. The kind of drunk where he can see the worry in his friends eyes but he’s too far gone to care. It was his night off he was allowed, right?

He could hear Namjoon speaking, see his lips moving but be didn’t know what he was saying. The only sentence he picked up on was. “Sejin will kill us.”

Why would Sejin kill us?

Yoongi could feel himself being bustled into the back of a cab. Had time passed? He didn’t know. He didn’t know if it had but he was barely even aware of his own two legs stumbling beneath him.

“Yoongi, just stay still while I buckle you.”

It was you. He would know your voice anywhere. But where did you come from? It was just the boys tonight. No staff, managers or girls allowed.

“Y/N?” He slurred, squinting at you in the darkness. “Where’d you – hiccup- come from?”

“Joonie called me.” You said gently. He felt himself swaying in his seat and he leaned against you, slumping a little in his seat. “Hey, hey sit up. Don’t pass out on me.”

He could feel your arm slip underneath his elbow and softly move him up. He leaned his head back on the headrest, rolling his head to face you. He squinted one eye so his hazy mind could see you. “So pretty.” He mumbled. He reached out to touch your face, accidentally jabbing you in the eye.

“Ouch!” You yelled, taking his hand in yours returning it to your lap. Even in his drunken stupor it felt nice to hold your hand. He squeezed your hand tightly when you tried to pull it away. You sighed, letting him keep it there. “Just be careful.”

“Y/N, Y/N, Y/N,” he trailed off. “I need to go home.”

“I’m taking you don’t worry.”

“So nice. You are so lovely.” He sighed closing his eyes. “I miss you.”

“Jesus you’re so wasted.” You laughed, giving his hand a squeeze. “Not long to go now.”

“Mhmm,” he agreed. “Shots.”

“I can’t believe the boys let you get in this state.” You said quietly.

“Sorry.” He mumbled. “Thank you for taking care of me.”

“Ill always look after BangTan. Promise.”

“See? Nice. Too nice. Too nice for me.”

“Yoongi that’s silly. Now shhh, you’re drunk.”

“No, it’s the truth.” He insisted, slightly louder, a wave of drunken confidence surging through him. “You are perfect. I’m sorry for lying. I don’t hate you. I like you. Lots….. “

That was the last thing he remembered before blacking out.

***

The first thing Yoongi heard when he awoke the next morning was the sound of a shower running. He opened his eyes blinking a few times as the room came in to focus. Before he could even register where he was the sensation of a bag of bricks hitting his head came screaming through the morning. His head was pounding. How much did he drink last night exactly?

He looked around the room. It definitely wasn’t his room at the dorm but this place was familiar. The black bed sheets and wooden floor felt like a memory. Squinting in the glare from the morning sunshine he racked his hungover brain trying to realize why he recognized this room. Then it hit him.

This was your room.

Why was he here?

He took a peek under the covers. He was fully dressed at least, he even still had his jeans. That was a good sign at least, it means he didn’t do something ridiculous like sleep with you. Or even worse, get naked alone. God, why did he drink so much?

Slowly he sat up, clutching his head in pain. He fished in his jeans pocket for his phone, hoping to piece together some clues from the previous night. The last thing Yoongi could recall was buying a shot for himself and Jimin then doing them both by himself. He scolded himself another time. What a terrible idea.

He pulled out his phone and his stomach dropped at the many notifications that popped up. The first was a text from Namjoon.

Namjoon: 1.12am Hyung text me when you wake up Y/N came to get you bc no one else cud Drunk idiot

Namjoon 1.13am Don’t come home before 9, remember we are getting a dorm inspection And Not supposed to drink 🙄.

Yoongi swore out loud. After the first few drinks he completely forgot about the dorm inspection. The guys had definitely done him a huge favour. If he was caught by their company in this much of a state there would have been serious repercussions. Especially after being explicitly told not to drink the night before. He was still dieting because their comeback was close.

He was so engrossed between the messages and the embarrassment he didn’t even notice you enter the room. “You’re up.”

He looked up. You were standing in the doorway, freshly showered and dressed. You tossed the towel you were holding over a chair. Yoongi gulped, unsure of how to respond.

“Uh, yeah…um, morning.” He croaked. “Thanks for –“

“Don’t worry about it. Im happy to help.” You crossed the room and he tensed, embarrassment burning through up. He hoped he didn’t do anything too mortifying. “This is for you.” You handed him a glass of water from the nightstand, which he accepted gratefully.

“Um,” he coughed the awkward pause hanging in the air. He was very aware of your eyes trained on him. “Sorry if I… did… anything dumb last night.”

You gave him a knowing smile and his stomach dropped.

“That’s alright.” You gave a small laugh. Yoongi couldn’t help the groan that escaped and it only made you smile wider.

“I’m an idiot. Sorry.”

“We all talk shit when we are drunk, don’t worry. Just don’t poke me in the eye next time.” You teased. He looked at you dumbfounded.

“I did what?!”

“I think you were trying to be affectionate. You just missed.”

You were looking at him differently. You hadn’t looked at him like this since you had been hooking up. Your eyes were bright and sparkling. Excited.

“Oh god,” Another groan slipped out his mouth. “I’m so sorry. I don’t drink a lot so I can barely handle my booze.”

“Don’t worry, drunk Yoongi is nice too.”

He paused at your words, a little confused. You were definitely insinuating something but he wasn’t sure exactly what. Then the flashback arrived like an unwanted guest.

Your face. The cab. The words. The embarrassing confession. The stumble to your apartment. His face positively burned at the memory, heat creeping up from his neck.

“You were a gentlemen though,” You continued. Yoongi was sure he didn’t want to know what was going to come out your mouth next. “You told me you were going to keep your jeans on so you wouldn’t take advantage of me.”

“That doesn’t even make sense.” Yoongi cried covering his face with his hands. “You’re a Saint, Y/N.”

He knew you weren’t mad by the way you were laughing at him. It didn’t help his embarrassment in any way but at least you weren’t angry. It was almost nice to hear you laugh.

“You need to get up, Joonie is going to be here soon.” You said once your laughter died down. “I’ll leave you to it, bathroom is there. Come to the kitchen when you’re done.”

You left the room and Yoongi along with it, him hoping he wouldn’t die of embarrassment in your bed.

***

Namjoon successfully retrieved Yoongi from your apartment. The drive back was not as awkward as Yoongi thought it was going to be, some of the tension relieved as Namjoon knew about his relationship (or lack thereof) with you. Yoongi was able to speak freely.

“I think I basically confessed my undying love for her.” Yoongi muttered as they drove. “Fucking mortifying.”

Namjoon just laughed. “I think it’s nice that you were vulnerable for once.”

“There’s vulnerable and there’s pathetic.”

“If you say so.” Namjoon shrugged.

“Girls like that don’t want pathetic guys Joonie.”

“Girls like what?” Namjoon scoffed. “You’ve spent too much time getting naked with her. I don’t think you know her at all.”

“I know her.” Yoongi replied, defensively. “I just fucked it up. She told me I did and then I went and… that last night.”

“Hyung I know you love being a tortured, broody artist and I love you for it but honestly… it’s not as bad as you think.”

Yoongi just hummed in acknowledgement.

***

The embarrassing flashbacks of Yoongi’s drunken admissions didn’t disappear over the next 24 hours and he groaned into his pillow every time his mind went to that dark place. He’d spent the day recovering from his hangover in bed, nothing on but the music floating through his Bluetooth speaker. This had been the worst one he had had in a while, seeing as he was someone who rarely drinks. It was likely he wouldn’t be doing it anytime soon either.

Unfortunately his stomach grumbled – loudly - interrupting his self pity session. Wearily he stood, pulling a hoodie over his naked torso and staggered towards the kitchen for some food, miserable because he had to stick to his diet. The drinking session had ensured that.

He could hear laughter somewhere in the dorm as he opened the fridge. He tried to ignore the ache it sent through his head, deciding to be pissed off at all the fruits and vegetables in the fridge instead. God, he wanted a fucking burger.

He reminded himself of how much he was going to be on camera soon and unenthusiastically made himself some chicken and vegetables.

“Look who has risen from the dead.”

Yoongi peered over his shoulder as he waited for his food to cook, Jin appeared as if out of thin air in the doorway. His arms were crossed as he leaned on the doorframe, a hint of a smirk tugging at his lips. Yoongi managed a grunt in response.

“How do you feel?” Jin asked.

“Like a truck ran over my head.”

Jin laughed. “Serves you right.”

“Jin-hyung do me a favour and next time I go to take a shot, slap it out of my hand.” Yoongi replied.

“And miss out on drunk Yoongi?! Never.” Jin taunted, crossing the room to peer at what the younger man was cooking. Yoongi remained silent, trying not to think about his drunken antics. His silence didn’t stop his friend from continuing, however. “Was y/n pissed she had to come get your messy self?”

“If she was, she didn’t show it.”

“I can’t believe she did it after you said you hate her.” Jin scoffed. He opened the cupboard next to Yoongi’s head and grabbed a bottle of some spice Yoongi didn’t recognize. “Here, put this in with your chicken.”

Yoongi muttered a thanks, trusting Jin since he was a far superior cook and anything to make his meal less bland was welcome.

“We are lucky to have her yknow,” Jin said after a moment. “You would’ve been in deep shit without her.”

“I know.” He was exasperated almost instantly, his sore head making him grumpier than usual.

“All I’m saying is,” Jin began. “She might not be around us forever… so maybe you should appreciate having her while we do, no?”

Yoongi frowned. What exactly did that mean?

“Sounds like you know something I don’t.”

Jin shrugged.

“I know a lot of things you don’t, Yoongi.” Jin made his way back out the kitchen. “Flip that chicken over, its starting to burn.” He said as he left the room. Yoongi looked down, seeing Jin was right and did as he was advised.

***

The comeback was approaching rapidly.

Yoongi and the rest of BangTan were as exhausted as they were excited for it. On one hand he was desperate to perform in front of crowds again but on the other his body was suffering and promotions hadn’t yet begun. The doctor had prescribed painkillers for his shoulder but even that wasn’t completely helping.

He was irritable. He was tired. He was in pain. But he was going to endure, even if it killed him.

The bright lights of the practice room were giving him a headache and he dimmed them. He was alone, as usual, practicing extra. He often felt like he was the weakest dancer in the group. The ability had never come naturally to him so he made sure to work harder than everyone.Over the years the choreo had grown more and more complex, so he really had to work at it.

Today was what he classified as a difficult day.

He had them sometimes. Those days where things just didn’t click. Nothing worked, he tripped, made errors and top of all of that his voice was starting to grow hoarse. Just a perfect storm of fuck everything. The thought made him shout in frustration and kick the nearest object, his baseball cap, as hard as possible.

His phone chimed as he collapsed in the empty hall on to a chair. Curiously he fished it out of his pocket. It was rare he received texts after midnight.

y/n 00:19am Are you still @BigHit by any chance?

Yoongi’s brows furrowed at the message. It had been weeks since you’d texted him. Of course you had spoken in person but nothing beyond the constraints of normal work talk. Now this bizarre message was confusing.

Yoongi 00:20am Practice room C, almost done for tonight. Y?

He never received a reply. Instead around ten minutes later you appeared. A turn of events even he couldn’t have predicated. You entered the room almost hesitantly, peeking your head round the corner of the door, no doubt checking he was definitely in there. “Yoongi,” you said quietly. “You got a minute?”

He shifted in his seat, hopefully looking less like the worn out mess he felt he was. “Sure…”

You walked over to where he sat, falling down on the chair next to him. He waited silently while you fished through the plastic bag you were carrying. “Here,” You said, handing him a take out carton of ramyeon. “I brought you this, I know how guys give up eating time to practice. Thought you might be hungry.”

“Uh…” was all Yoongi mustered, taking the carton and chopsticks from you almost robotically. He wanted to refuse, he was on a diet but his stomach burned with hunger and he caved. “Thanks.”

“Eat,” You insisted. “don’t make me eat alone.”

He noticed you had joined him in this surprise meal time, grabbing some ramyeon for yourself. It only added to his confusion. Still, he happily tucked into the food.

“You’ve been practicing so late recently.” You stated, swallowing your food. Yoongi was surprised you’d been paying attention. Usually everyone was gone by the time he was here.

“I have to. I’m the worst at dancing. I can’t show anyone up.” He replied quietly.

“Best pianist though.”

“Best what?!” He choked on his noodles.

“Piano player.” You laughed out loud. “Sorry, I thought that word existed in Korean too.”

He felt a smile tug at his lips at the compliment. There was a few moments of comfortable silence, the first he’d experienced with you in a long time. All that could be heard was the sound of two people enjoying a meal. After a few moments Yoongi spoke.

“You didn’t come here just to bring me food.”

It wasn’t so much a question as it was a statement. He noticed you chew your food a little slower before swallowing hard, as if you were thinking carefully about your reply.

“You’re right.”

“How come you’re here this late y/n?” He asked.

“I was in a meeting with the directors and Sejin. It ran a little late.” You replied almost cryptically. Yoongi sensed you were working up to something. He placed his empty carton on the floor and turned in his chair, resting an arm on the back of it so he was facing you.

“And how come you came to see me? We don’t…” Yoongi didn’t know the right word. Hang out? Fuck? Argue? “… anymore.”

“I found out some news today. Jin told me you were still here and I just needed to talk to someone.”

“News?” Yoongi paused. “Good or…?”

“A little of both.” You gave him a sad smile and he started to fear what was about to come out of your mouth next.

“Tell me.” He said softly, having an urge to hold your hand in a comforting way. He didn’t. But the desire remained.

“As of the beginning of next month,” You took a deep breath. “I will no longer be working with BangTan.”

Yoongi froze slightly at your words. Did this mean you were getting fired? Was it because of him? Surely not, nobody in the company knew. His heart began to race a little in panic at the news. Next month was only two weeks away.

“What?” He replied, confused, almost as a whisper. You nodded solemnly, confirming your words. “Why?”

“Believe it or not, I’m getting promoted.”

“Promoted?”

“You know that rookie group Big Hit are intending to debut in 4 months? I will be their Sejin.” You said almost sadly.

“Ah, well. Congratulations.”

“Part of me doesn’t want to leave you guys.” You were looking directly at him instead of your food now. He couldn’t help but notice your eyes looking glassy. It was silent for a few beats, Yoongi felt speechless. He really hoped you wouldn’t cry. “Oh well, I learned a lot here and had fun. I’m just going to miss it, that’s all.”

He swallowed dryly. “You’ll be great.”

“It wasn’t my choice, you know. I’d stay if I could.”

Yoongi wanted to tell you that he wished you could as well but after everything he’d done he was sure the words wouldn’t mean anything to you. “Maybe it’s time to move on…?” He offered.

You looked away. “Maybe.”

“You can’t be Sejin’s assistant forever.”

He was trying to keep the tone light, friendly but by the look on your face he sensed he was making things worse. Why did he always fuck up with you? He was trying to do the right thing here.

“You’re right.” You sighed. “I’m sorry for disturbing you tonight. I just felt a bit down and didn’t thing anyone else but you boys would understand.”

“Don’t be sorry. Thanks for the food.” He tried to give you what he hoped was a reassuring smile.

You made to leave, gathering your things together one by one. As you slipped on your jacket you spoke. “I’m gonna miss you guys so much. Even you, Yoongi.”

Yoongi couldn’t help but smirk a little.

“Will you miss me?” You asked, in a small voice.

“Sure, Jin and everyone will.”

“That’s not what I asked, and you know it.” You tone was bolder now. “Will Min Yoongi miss me too?”

Yoongi swallowed yet another emotion. He wanted to say yes, yes of course. How could he not? You were like a light in his life that he didn’t want to put out. He wanted to say how much he liked you, how sorry he was for the way he acted, the way his personality was. The words were trapped in his throat.

But he couldn’t.

He’d been rude to you, messed with your emotions, ghosted you and then embarrassed you in front of everyone. It made him ashamed of himself. He wanted to give you what you wanted – reassurance – but he didn’t think he deserved to.

Too much time passed. He’d been silent for too long. You let out an exasperated sigh. “Why did I fucking bother? Goodnight Yoongi.”

You left the room, closing the door rather harshly behind on the way out and he remained there like a fool, kicking himself for once again making everything worse. He groaned out loud letting his head fall back against the wall. This truly was a difficult day.

***

As expected, the next day the hot topic of discussion among the boys was your departure. Sejin had told them in the van, on the way to the VLive awards show they were invited too. The only two people who were not shocked were Yoongi…and Jin.

“You knew already, didn’t you hyung?” Yoongi said under his breath as they sat beside each other.

Jin scratched the side of his face, sheepishly.

“Yeah.”

“How?” Yoongi muttered.

“I overheard Sejin talking a few days ago.”

“She told me last night, but –“

Jin cut him off. “I know.”

“I think I upset her.”

“Seriously?! What’s wrong with you?” Jin sighed. “You can’t just be nice to that poor girl?”

Yoongi rolled his eyes and stopped talking, worried he’d say too much. He’d just have to talk to Namjoon later and hope there was some damage control that could be done.

***

Of course Namjoon scolded Yoongi for the way he had treated you. Yoongi expected it, however stupid it made him feel.

“There is nothing wrong with a good self help book, hyung.” Namjoon had suggested after Yoongi explained the situation, asking for advice. “Work out whatever issues you have, yknow?”

“That stuff is bullshit, Joon.”

Namjoon laughed, rolling his eyes. “OK then continue using me as your therapist then.”

“Ah, fuck off.” Yoongi smirked, throwing a pillow at Namjoon who easily dodged it. “You’re the only one who knows about the situation.”

Once again, Yoongi was seeking advice in another late night studio session with Namjoon. They’d hit a creative wall and mutually agreed to take a break and eat.

“I think,” Namjoon began, a mouthful of noodles muffling his words. “The only option you have left is to talk to her.”

“Everytime I do that I make it worse, Joonie.”

“No, I mean talk. Like, real talk. Be truly honest. Ignore all your natural instincts and don’t be yourself.”

Yoongi laughed at Namjoon’s teasing. “Great, thanks.”

“I’m serious.” Namjoon replied earnestly. “Whatever it is that makes you wanna push her away, fight it.”

“Easier said than done.”

“True,” Namjoon hummed. “Worth a shot though, no?”

“I guess.”

“Here, practice on me. Pretend I’m y/n. What would you say?”

“What?!” Yoongi scoffed. “Absolutely fucking no way.”

“Come on,” Namjoon smiled. “I’m y/n. Hi Yoongi, why do you hate me so much?” He put on a stupid falsetto voice and Yoongi groaned in shame.

“Not helping.”

“Okay, okay.” Namjoon resigned in defeat, with a laugh. “I’ll stop. Think about what I said though.”

“I will.”

***

It took Yoongi nearly the entire time you had left working with them to summon the courage to have a real conversation with you. He’d almost done it several times but chickened out, embarrassed that he’d be completely rejected after hurting you one too many times. There had been a few almost perfect moments that he could have seized, but didn’t. He cursed himself every time.

Namjoon had been on his case almost daily, asking for updates. It frustrated Yoongi having to admit that he was a coward, again and again. It was time to just fucking do it. Consequences be damned.

After all, he was running out of time. You had mere days left with them. He decided to wait for the next available opportunity rather than text you and arrange something. A text message could be easily ignored, but you couldn’t ignore him if he was standing in front of you.

It didn’t take long for the moment to arise.

Although, admittedly Yoongi was deliberately going out of his way to try and catch you alone, sometimes pretending to look for things he didn’t need, other times ‘accidentally’ going in to rooms he knew you sometimes did paperwork in. It worked. He caught you early one morning, working away on your laptop in an office.

“Y/N.”

Yoongi had employed his technique of accidentally on purpose room entering, once again.

“Yoongi…?” You said, looking up from your laptop in surprise. You opened your mouth to speak but he cut you off.

“Can I have a minute?” He said quickly. “Please?” He added.

“Sure.” You said, but your face said this was the last thing you wanted to happen. “What’s up?”

Yoongi didn’t wait to be invited in, feeling a sudden rush of confidence he strode into the room and pulled the chair opposite you out and sat down. You eyed him curiously.

“I need to tell you something.”

“Is something wrong Yoongi?” You frowned.

“Yes.” He said bluntly. There was a few moments of silence as you waited for him to speak. Yoongi was wracking his brain, thinking hard about exactly how to phrase this. “I want to say I’m sorry again, but I’m afraid you might punch me.”

To his surprise you laughed. “Don’t worry, I think I’m bored of your apologies by now.”

Yoongi looked down, shame creeping up his neck. “I deserve that.” He cleared his throat. “I should have said that I’d miss you when you asked. Because I will and I wanted you to know.”

“What?” The look on your face showed you really weren’t expecting him to say that. “Why are you telling me this now?”

Yoongi fought the urge to shrug, give some noncommittal answer, Namjoon’s advice echoing in his head.

“I.. I was scared you hated me. After everything I did.”

“I kinda do.”

That stung Yoongi, even though he’d been expecting it. He nodded. His strength was wavering. Everything he was nervous about happening was happening. He swallowed, mouth feeling a little too dry for comfort.

“I fucked up, I know I did.” He admitted. “I didn’t mean to.”

“I gave you so many chances Yoongi,” You sighed, making him guilty because it was the truth. “You didn’t like me and you made that clear. I should’ve just given up.”

Again, Yoongi fought the urge to stuff his feelings down somewhere they couldn’t get to him but he didn’t. He was trying. Really trying.

“That’s not true.” He swallowed dryly again. “I always liked you. Its just… its me. I’m the problem. My stupid brain doesn’t want me to be happy, evidently.” He chuckled darkly. “Everytime you got too close, I panicked.”

“Yoongi,” You said quietly. “That’s why you kept acting like you hated me?”

“I wasn’t aware of it at the time but yeah. I’m a fucking idiot. And I’m sorry.”

“Well That’s one Yoongi apology I actually liked.” You said, giving him a small smile.

“Good.” He returned your smile, feeling the tiniest bit of hope. “There’s something else.”

“Oh?”

“I like you. I really like you.”

The silence in the room was deafening and Yoongi wanted to scream, to take the words back immediately and pretend they never left his lips. You just sat there, speechless. “Oh.”

“I never stopped.”

“Did anyone ever tell you that you’re bad at feelings?”

Yoongi laughed a little, nervously carding a hand through his hair. “Namjoon. Constantly.”

“What do you want from me?” You asked after a moment.

“Nothing.” He replied with a shake of his head. “I just wanted you to know. Before you left.”

“I appreciate that, thank you.”

It was bittersweet. Yoongi felt like a weight had been lifted from his shoulders but part of him, the smallest ray of hope had thought maybe you might confess that you still like him too. He fidgeted in his chair, running his palms up and down his jeans.

Your confession wasn’t coming.

“I’m gonna go, I’ve got a schedule soon.” He stood up and made to leave. “Thanks for listening to me, y/n.”

“Thanks for talking.” You smiled at him and he left the room, not entirely sure if was happy or not.

***

Yoongi was still hopeful, however ridiculous it made him feel. He knew he hadn’t imagined the connection between you. You kept coming back to him before, he hoped you would do it one more time.

He sat in the makeup chair, trying to stay awake. The night before he’d only slept two hours after another marathon practice session. He hoped he wouldn’t look too tired in the promotional images that they were about to shoot.

Yoongi was watching you in the mirror, assuming it was a safe way to see what you were doing without getting caught. This was the last time he was going to be working with you. In a weird way he was savoring it. Sure, he would be working in the same building as you but between the schedules he had and the brutal schedules of a rookie group he knew the likelihood of seeing you was slim. It made his chest feel tight and uncomfortable at the thought.

The only salvation he had was that although he’d been less than perfect, he’d tried his best to make a mends. Maybe there was more he could do but he didn’t want to be over bearing.

As if you could sense someone was thinking about you, you looked eyes with Yoongi in the mirror.

You smiled.

He gave you a small smirk back, eyes lighting up at your reaction. He hoped you weren’t gone from him for good.

***

“Have your vocal warmup’s always been this annoying?” Yoongi muttered as he stretched his quad muscle, the slow burn giving his tired legs some relief. It was hard in his skinny jeans but he managed.

Jin pretend to be offended whilst Jimin just rolled his eyes. “Yes. They have.” Jin replied with a smirk.

“If it helps, hyung.”

They were warming up for an MNet showcase. Yoongi was happy, mostly. A little nervous to perform but that was standard. Once he was onstage the butterflies quickly disappeared. The comeback was extremely well received and things were going to plan. Everything was good.

He told himself that he was too busy to think about you, having not seen you in weeks – out of sight, out of mind – but that wasn’t true. His mind often wandered to you in quiet moments. Even now listening to his hyung warm up his voice he thought of you. You used to tease Jin about them as well.

Namjoon sauntered over, biting into a protein bar. He was always snacking before a show. “Y/n texted me.” He locked eyes with Yoongi, giving him a knowing look. “She wished us luck. She says she’s watching from a hotel in Japan.”

“She’s in Japan?!” Jin asked. “With that rookie group?”

Namjoon nodded. “Yeah. She’s really busy, I think.”

Yoongi remained silent.

“Its still weird without her. Jungkook had to actually do his own laundry.” Jin said with a laugh. Jungkook, who heard him from across the relatively small room shouted out in protest.

“Have you heard from her much?” Yoongi heard himself asking. He didn’t mean to be so bold but the fact that he hasn’t heard from you at all had undeniably got to him. He practically felt the weird look Jin gave him at the question.

“I thought you didn’t care? ” Jin asked before Namjoon to answer. Yoongi ignored him, awaiting an answer.

Namjoon looked between the two men cautiously. “No..not really.”

“You’re so weird when it comes to her.” Jin muttered under his breath, just loud enough for Yoongi to catch it. Yoongi knew Jin wanted him to hear. He’d had enough. Enough of the comments and digs when it came to you. He wasn’t in denial anymore.

“Fuck off, hyung.” He said, emphasizing the formal word just to be even more of an asshole. Jin raised his eyebrows.

“What was that?”

“I said fuck off.” Yoongi replied through gritted teeth. “I was only weird about y/n because we were together for months and you wouldn’t leave her alone.”

Namjoon, Jimin and Jin all fell silent.

Although he had technically lied since you were never officially a couple it still felt like the truth. Jin’s face twisted in confusion.

“Liar.”

Yoongi let out an incredulous scoff.

“Its.. Its true Jin hyung.” Namjoon cut in.

“You knew?” Jin turned to look at Namjoon. He nodded. Yoongi was clenching and unclenching his fists, trying to control his anger. Jin turned back to Yoongi. “You knew I liked her, you even told me not to worry and you still hooked up with her anyway. Some bro you are.” Yoongi felt a wave of guilt pulse through him. He forgot he had said that to Jin before anything had happened with you.

“It’s not like that, I didn’t purposely try and hurt you. But what was I supposed to do? She wasn’t in to you.” Yoongi said throwing his hands up in the air.

“You should have been more responsible and not got with someone you worked with.” Jin took a step back, as if he wanted to create more space between them. “I need to get some air.”

Yoongi said nothing as Jin left the small green room. He faced Jimin who looked as if he had been slapped in the face, silent this entire time.

“He’ll calm down.” Namjoon assured them both. “We’ve got 45 minutes before we have to perform. There’s time.”

Yoongi knew Namjoon was right. Jin would come around eventually. He just hoped there wouldn’t be too many repercussions from his outburst.

***

Namjoon was right, as usual. Jin did calm down, eventually apologizing to Yoongi for overreacting, which Yoongi appreciated and thanked him for. Much to his surprise Jin even confessed that he was over whatever crush he had on you. Yoongi couldn’t deny that made him a little happy. They performed and the entire time Yoongi’s mind was on you, in your Japanese hotel room watching him. He danced a little harder.

They finished at the TV studio, ate, practiced some more then washed up for bed. By the time Yoongi was crawling into bed it was late. He grabbed his phone to set an alarm but much to his shock he had a message from you.

Unknown number: 11.45pm Hey yoongi it’s y/n. I saw your showcase today, it made me miss you boys. You looked great as usual. Hope you’re good ☺️

Yoongi went to sleep with a smile on his face.

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BTS Caretaker CH30

Summary: She may think she has Bangtan Sonyeondan wrapped around her fingers. She may think it is easy to love the members equally without hurting any soul. She may think the boys wont fall head over heels for her. She assumes it is okay to show a little love and affection towards the boys, what if she gets it all wrong? What if it only brings more complication to her already complicated life? Can she survive their charms? Will she be able to resist them? What if they just wont let her go?

- Pairing: BTS x Oc ( Yoongi x OC, Jungkook x OC)

- Genre: Fluff, Slight Angst, Romance, Idol!au

- Word Count: 4,362

- Author Note:it is almost new year everyone, happy advance new year :) and oh Happy tete day! <3

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Chapter 30

The ride to BigHit felt awfully long and draggy. Not to mention, to be seated in the moving vehicle in between Yoongi and Jungkook were making her broke into cold sweat. It brought the memory of her and Yoongi intimate moment few days ago. Seul could not get over the fact that they got carried away and be that close. To be frank, she didn’t regret the moment that she had with Yoongi. It was supposed to be a mistake knowing her position in this complicated relationship, she couldn’t just lie to Jimin and Jungkook and go behind their back.

They agreed to have a fair fight. Would it be fair for Jungkook and Jimin if she continued to lie on their face about his hyung and her intimacy? Another thing about this incident, Seul had not make her mind just yet in regard to which man that she loved the most.

Yes, call her a bitch. Seul admitted she’s being a bitch and a little greedy.

Not that she wanted to prolong this and toyed their heart. The thought of surrendering your heart to that one person scared her to death. What if she made a wrong choice? Jungkook, Yoongi and Jimin had showed how much they cherished her in their own way.

To break it down one by one, Seul could tell how they were loving her differently.

With Yoongi, it is called infatuated love. Lust and desire lead to infatuation along with an unspeakable intense emotion. However, this infatuated love that she had with Yoongi was a healthy one. Some may think, infatuation can scar you, infatuation only seeks for control not love and infatuation is not love. It was different with Yoongi.

The fear of falling for someone dangerous like Min Yoongi, blinded her for quite some time. If this relationship that they had was a mere fantasy, and temporary, how was it possible to feel the intimacy physically and emotionally? Speaking of infatuation, people set a clear line between reality and fantasy. It was clearly being said that infatuation was not a real love. It only tried to disguise those fake belief with love.

Don’t you realize if you don’t fantasize something, the desire to make the things yours won’t exist. In her case, if Seul choose not to fantasize Yoongi, this thing with him won’t happen. Luckily for her, she did fantasize to be in loved with Yoongi. What stops her then?

Infatuated love can be overpowering and intense. Seul could feel the intensity with him around. The looks from his eyes, those sinful mouth who used to utter the most sinful things and the tenderness in his touch lashes out the scar in her heart, overpowering her every single time.

Hence, her feelings for Yoongi, could it be love?

Now, this passion she had with him involve love and commitment, could she call it fatuous love instead?

Jeon Jungkook, that not so innocent honey bunny who never fail to amaze her. Who never fail to render her speechless. Who seem to have so much power over her with a single look. How can a man be so powerful, sexy and at the same time to appear deliciously innocent? Jungkook, that one man she tried to avoid yet it failed her. He is irresistible.

If with Yoongi is infatuated love, then she could say it is a romantic love with Jungkook. There were an obvious intimacy and passion between them, though their level of intimacy were brief teases here and there, it never went beyond kisses.

“Romantic love can generate many powerful feelings. It can provide a profound ecstasy, and a deep suffering when frustrated. To some people, romantic love is irrational. Romantic love can seem like an emotional storm. (Conner) ”

She never mistaken Jungkook’s flirt as a way for him to persuade her into his bed. However, she could tell Jungkook was as sexually frustrated as her. She felt like a total bitch for having such fantasy for the young man when obviously she, out of people should know the boundary. So far, she was doing good in refraining herself from giving false signal towards Jungkook.

Seul was being cautious in everything that she does.

Oddly, she enjoyed having these weird butterfly feelings in the stomach whenever with Jungkook. Not weird, just it was special thing that she had with Jungkook. She couldn’t compare Jungkook and Yoongi, the way how these men approach her were different. It gave her an immense feeling of frustration and confusion.

Frankly speaking, her relationship with Jungkook started off normal like those normal people out there. They cultivated them by building it on a solid foundation of trust. Being playful and having fun together, a loving and conscious relationship started to emerge. The passion in this relationship was evident, and it was unavoidable.

Could Jungkook and Seul consciously moving toward a long-term relationship with the sense of commitment together?

Jimin. A small guy with big heart. His heart is an ocean that’s inside a bigger ocean. It had grown bigger and bigger over times and became more ferocious and bold. He used to be extremely shy around her, yet little did she know he became one of the earliest person to confess his feelings.

It would be a lie if her feeling was never swooned because of his charming side and his gentleness. Everything is perfect when it comes to Park Jimin. The number of flaws that she could find in him thinning with every moment they spent together. He’s not aggressive and more compassionate in showing his love.

Seul called it a companionate love.

Companionate love develops slowly with the presence of intimacy and commitment. There is not much passion that Seul experienced with Jimin as his confession was too abrupt and happened at the most unexpected time. It gave her no time to process her feelings for Jimin whether it was only an affection towards a friend or more.

It was more like a reliable relationship that was a little bland. Could it be Seul whom was a little comfortable with Jimin around? Did she fell the same though? As much as she hated to admit this, if they rekindle the fire and bring back the passion between them, at this rate anything is possible.

That adorable mochi, she couldn’t seem to get him out of her mind. At one point of time, she longed for his gregarious presence beside her. She didn’t want to assume this feeling as love in case she only saw him as someone dependable and trustworthy which was worth to be called as friend.

Would it be too early to set this fine line between her and Jimin?

Jin. Kim Seokjin. It was hard to ignore the obvious. Jin had been behaving oddly intimate and too comfortable with her these days. Seul thought it was his natural oppa instinct to be friendly, lively and approachable to everyone. Now, she was doubting him. Was this thing with Jin can be consider as a friendship? Pure friendship or there was something lying beneath it.

Seul must not reconsider Jin in this. It would be bad if she involves Jin in her already messy mind and distorted thinking.

What’s Jin to her?

What’s her to Jin?

She was so lost in her thoughts, when she heard a distant voice calling her, finally dragging her out from her peace. “Seul-ah, did you call me?” Jin pushed his round glasses back to its place. Flustering at his question, she stared at him blankly “No..I said nothing...” this freaked her out. Was it a telepathic thingy? How could he hear the things in her head? Scary world.

“Really? I swear I heard my name being called… “he pursed his lips and turned his head back to the empty street. Seul expelled a sigh of relief when Jin had stopped questioning her further.

Jungkook noticed her strange demeanour and slipped off his arm around her shoulder looking extremely concerned, “Are you okay? You seem a little jumpy” a low murmur could be heard near her left ears which tickled her.

“I am okay. Just a little tired” she leaned back in his arms, seeking for comfort and warmth. Seul was not good in dealing with her own feelings now, she felt the need to have a long bath to clear her mind. Yoongi was already fast asleep beside her, like how easy for that man to nap in any condition.

“Take a short nap. I will wake you up when we reach our destination” his voice was soothing making Seul wanted to fall asleep right away. Nodding briefly, she settled down in Jungkook’s arm, letting herself melted into his embrace and closed her eyes.

Jeon Jungkook smelled so good and feel so warm like usual.

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Thirty minutes journey felt like forever. The heavy traffic was not helping at all. Seul managed to have a short nap thanks to Jungkook and pulled herself together before she embarrassed herself with her sleepy face.

Their manager parked the silver vehicle on the other side of the building to avoid the fans. Knowing they brought Seul together, it was wise to be extra careful even though there’s nothing to be worried off. Several people greeted them on their way to the break room. There were a few people gathered in the room as they entered, and it seemed like they were facing the culprit who sat at the centre of the room with his head hung low.

Seul followed the rest of the members greeted the staffs which she didn’t really recognize. There were few familiar faces like the boys’ personal managers, and camera director who went to Las Vegas with them. She was not that friendly with them, so she stood there awkwardly waiting for the truth to unfold by its own.

“He admitted being the cause of all this?” Namjoon went to Sejin’s side holding his gaze on the guy. The guy sat silently, sealing his mouth shut without lifting his head up. He was too afraid to meet any of the angry eyes in this room.

“Yeah, he claimed that he was the one who trashed the practice room and the studios. Nothing came from him except his name, age and occupation” one of the staffs spoke with a stern voice. Seul tilted her head to the culprit, scrutinizing his feature with a heavy heartbeat. Everything about the guy was familiar to her, she wondered if they ever met each other before.

She wanted to take a brief look of his face, but he had been adamant in keeping his head down. That was strange. Yoongi’s voice boomed not long after. “Why the fuck did you do that?” his voice was gruff, and his brows drawn together into a frown.

The guilty guy flinched in his seat upon sensing Yoongi’s anger “I…am sorry…I was forced to do this” he murmured softly but enough to draw Seul’s interest towards him. It was not just his appearance, but his voice sounded like someone she knew. It couldn’t be him right. Impossible.

She shrugged the possibility out from her thoughts and tore her gaze to Yoongi. His jaws tightened as his fist curled up into a ball. God knows how much she hated violence. She hoped this man could hold back his anger and not to cause any scene.

“Sorry won’t change a thing. You broke into our place and erased my work. Who do you think you are?” he snarled angrily.

The guy fell into silence and he looked vulnerable in his seat. Her heart ached in pain watching him fidgeting uncomfortably there probably accepting the fact he would be punish severely after this. It was the mistake that he committed, and it wouldn’t change the fact that this might ruin his life forever.

Annoyed, Yoongi moved forwards grabbing his collar harshly, forcing the guy to look at him “LOOK AT ME WHEN I AM TALKING, DOUCHEBAG!” glistening with the tears, the guy lifted his head slowly, staring at Yoongi helplessly.

“Hands off Yoongi. Don’t use your fist” Jin warned.

The image of that young man in Yoongi’s hold shocked Seul. She couldn’t believe what she saw. Wasn’t that his little brother Hoon in front of her?

What in the world is happening to Hoon.

Why was he in that seat and admitted to a crime that appeared impossible for him to commit?

What was his motive?

“Hoon-ah….” Seul squeezed the word out from her mouth garnering everyone’s attention towards her included Hoon. The young man trembled at the mere sight of his sister and bursting into tears right away. He was agitated and frightened to what he might face making its hard for him to control the emotion inside.

“Nuna..help me” he pleaded in desperation.

Sejin looked baffled as he inquired “Do you know him Seul-ah?” confused, Yoongi released the guy from his grip. “He is my brother” with that she hurriedly went to Hoon, pulling the poor boy into a tight embrace startling everyone in the room. “Hoon, what the hell is happening? Why are you here?” the younger guy buried his face in her shoulder, shaking in fear.

“Brother? He is your brother?” said Hoseok in bafflement.

“This is so messed up” light murmurs flied echoed across the room, expressing their concern and confusion. After learning the news about the culprit identity, they failed to brain the information and make sense out of this.

How on earth Hoon ended up in this state?

“Ji Hoon, tell me right now. What is this all about? Is it true you are the one who behind this?”

Hoon pulled away, keeping his head low just like before, sighing heavily “Nuna..I didn’t mean to- Yes, I did it. I was forced by someone from the competition” he confessed. All eyes were on Hoon as he finally said something more than just a desperate sorry.

“What kind of competition? Hoon, is there something that I don’t know? Something that you have been keeping away from me. Spill it out one by one” she said firmly with a deep frown.

“I..got into a survival show. Produce 101” he tugged the hem of his shirt nervously, anticipating Seul’s reaction. He screwed up big time for not being opened to his mom and sister about his dream to become an idol.

Just like he expected, Seul eyes flew open upon hearing the revelation of Hoon joining a survival show. Not that she ever heard about the show before since her knowledge about entertainment and idols were not that impressive.

“Produce 101? You are one of the contestants?” Jin looked just as shock and it was evident on his face. Hoon bit his lower lips and nodded weakly.

“Survival show? Do you need to kill someone in order to survive? Like Hunger Games?” she started to hyperventilate. For a moment Hoon just stared at his sister, looking rather perplexed.

“Yah no! It is not that kind of show! It is a survival show to be an idol” he explained calmly.

“What? Wait..Idol? How can mom and I have no idea about you joining that show? I don’t even know you are into singing or dancing or worse becoming an idol! What else are you hiding from us? Gosh, you are full of surprises” words coming out from Seul moved faster than a loaded machine gun.

Cringing at her pitchy voice, Hoon rubbed the back of his neck “I am sorry nuna. I wanted to tell you and mother about this. But, it is still new, and I am not sure if I will be able to survive until the end. I am thinking to reveal it to you until-“ Seul snapped before he could finish his sentence.

“Until you become the winner or until you’re eliminated from the show?” she snorted sarcastically. Her temper was so fierce she had to clench her hands to keep them by her sides and not around his throat. The boys looked amused to witness her temper, it was no joke.

Namjoon mumbled lowly “Let the boy finish his story Seul. Control your mouth” he shot the girl a meaningful look shutting Seul mouth instantly. She let out a small grunt while rolling her eyes as she signalled her brother to continue.

Hoon took a deep breath, gathering his strength to scan faces in the room “I wanted to prove it to you and mother that I really wanted this. Until it happens I plan to keep it away from both of you. I am sorry” Seul massaged her aching temple.

“I am sure you are not working alone. Who is your partner? How is it possible for you to have access to this building when it is fully secured?” Jimin questioned softly.

Hoon was numb with shock, too frightened to answer, and he took a moment to organize his thoughts and words. They patiently waited for the younger guy to speak and when he did it once again left them in pure shock.

“It is one of the hyungs from the show. He’s an underground rapper and used to be in the same team as Yoongi hyung and Namjoon hyung” their consciences were alarmed as they exchanged confused glances.

The dark-brown haired rapper groaned in disapproval, looking at Hoon intensely “Who is he? Someone that we know?” he grew impatient.

“His real name is Ki Jun, and he called himself ‘Sly KN’ back then. He told me he knew both of you especially Yoongi hyung. That.. he has an unfinished business with you” Yoongi scoffed, groaning under his harsh breathing.

“Ki Jun. How can I forget him? Now he has resurfaced again. How ironic.” a flash of memories came knocking into his mind. It had been years since the incident, yet it remained fresh in his memories. The thing that Ki Jun did towards him was unforgiveable and unforgettable.

Namjoon gasped in horror knowing exactly who’s the infamous Ki Jun.

Ki Jun was the same person who stole Yoongi song and made money from it. He was the nastiest human on planet who betrayed his friend for money and fame. To make it sounded even horrible, Ki Jun pinned the blame on Namjoon and made Yoongi turned his back on him. Those times were hard for both of them. They didn’t trust each other. They let Ki Jun words got them and in the end, it ruined their friendship.

Realizing Ki Jun was toxic did not happen right way. They had plenty of arguments and betrayals to finally realize Ki Jun was the cause of the misery. Yoongi remembered the last time he met that bastard.

The man with frenzy hair threw 100 won coins at Yoongi and smug “That is your share. You deserve that at least Min Yoongi. Plus, the songs that you produced are not that good. Barely made money out from it”

Seul tilted her head confusedly trying to patch all the info together. It sounded to her this man, Ki Jun and Yoongi had a bad past together. “Hoon-ah, this Ki Jun guy, out of all people in the competition, why he made you do it?” she emitted another long sigh.

His face darkened and his boisterous voice dropped to a mutter “He found out about mother working for BTS…and…he..made me do it” Seul furrowed her brows as she scrutinized his features in hope to find some answers.

Then it dawned on her, his brother was bullied by this Ki Jun dude.

“Ji Hoon, what did he do to you?” Hoon averted his gaze and swallowed, like he was scared to say something as if his life depended on it. “I am asking you one more time. What the hell did this Ki Jun do to you?” she raised her voice forcing herself to sound as nice as she could. She knew it better. Seul couldn’t hold her frustration and anger any longer.

The air inside the room suddenly seemed stifling as everyone’s attention now was on the siblings. No one even dared to get in between them. The truth of what was happening about to be unravelled. It was a matter of time until Hoon decided to open up about everything.

“He…” he turned his back confusing everyone, and carefully Hoon lifted his shirt to reveal the visible burn marks on his skin. There was a loud gasp from the floor. They couldn’t fathom the image in front of them, it looked horrible and painful.

“Hoon-ah…What..why..” Seul gulped the heavy lump in her throat, as her fingers trembled slightly. Yoongi jaws clenched, and the dark gleam seemed to come into his eyes. Bastard, he grunted angrily in his head.

Seul covered her mouth with her hand to control the sound of crying. She felt like she had been a horrible sister to Hoon. Why was she not aware of Hoon’s sufferings? She could have done something about it if and only she showed extra compassion and love for him.

Hoon sobbed, tears rolling down his puffy cheeks, breaking her heart because she badly wanted to wipe them away and embrace her brother tight. “I am sorry Hoon.. I am sorry for being so ignorant. I should have paid more attention on you” she pulled younger boy into a tight embrace.

“Let’s give them a moment. We have to talk” Namjoon said with a sigh, glancing up at the members and their managers. With a deep and long-drawn sigh, everyone seemed to be prepared for a lengthy talk. Everyone exited the room giving the space for the siblings to sort the unsettling issues between them.

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Seul managed to clear the misunderstanding and convinced them that Hoon was a victim, though she offered to pay for the damages that he made, Bang PD strictly rejected her idea. Bang PD had sent his team to deal this thing with Ki Jun personally knowing he had been abusing Hoon in the competition for his own benefit.

As if this issue was not fucked up enough, they found out one of Bangtan’s backup dancer was behind this. It answered to the questions on how Hoon got into the building without being caught by the security. Apparently, Ki Jun had a best friend who appeared to work for Big Hit as BTS backup dancers. He had been using him to get to Yoongi for so long, but his plan never worked out. Therefore, seeing the bright chances in front of him, Ki Jun used Hoon to do the nasty things for him, sacrificing the innocent boy.

However, Hoon still had to deal with this issue legally in order for them to take action against Ki Jun for good. He expressed his intention on leaving the show since he found that it only to stress him even more if he remained as one of the contestants. For the first time, Hoon and Seul had a decent talk about their life and worries.

Seul realized she had missed a lot of things about Hoon. Today’s conversation that they had taught her a lot of things about her little brother. They were closed to begin with, however they failed to make time for each other to have this heart to heart talk. Thankfully, they found their way to each other before it’s too late.

Hoon felt extremely guilty for ruining Yoongi’s works and he had been apologizing non-stop to him. There are no words to express his sorrow and regret for the pain he had caused others by his reckless actions.

“You are young. Human commits mistake. Don’t worry, it is not your fault. It is Ki Jun’s. I am sure it is harder for you” Yoongi patted his shoulder, smiling meekly.

He chewed his lower lips and bowed deeply once again “Thank you hyung. I will forever remain indebted to you..I am sorry again” the older guy smiled genuinely melting Seul’s heart. She was touched by his kindness. If she were Yoongi, she’s not sure if she could pull a smile on her face. Yoongi is truly a fallen angel.

“Lets head back, it has been a long day. I bet you need a rest” she caressed his back gently, “Wait for me in the lobby, okay?” Hoon nodded off and left the couple alone in the room. She stood back for a moment studying Yoongi.

The expression on her face turned wary as he watched her, and Yoongi opened his arm gesturing Seul to come closer. She closed the distance between them as she stepped into his outstretched arms and embraced him. Yoongi held her body firmly to his, leaving feathery kisses on her temple.

She closed her eyes and rested her head against his chest, hearing his calm heartbeat. “I know you don’t want to hear anymore sorrys, but I am sorry Yoongs for everything” she mumbled into the fabric of his shirt. Seul nestled closers as his arms tightened around her in response, as if she were a delicate treasure he didn’t want to let go.

“Let bygones be bygone. I am glad Hoon is fine. I am sorry that Ki Jun drag him along just to get to me” he sighed, his massive hands rubbing her back.

“Ki Jun is horrible. I can’t believe he did that to you. Trying to break you and Namjoon apart. And, took advantage on you. I am sorry that this happen to you Yoong..” momentarily remembering his vivid past, it pained him. A thousand of reflections reached upon his mind, it brought him right back to his past conduct. He remembered his coldness and indifferences. He sighed with disgust.

“It made me stronger. I am who I am right now because of him” he looked down at her feeling grateful to have Bangtan and Seul in his life. Something that he could be proud of after enduring the hardship and difficulties in life.

Seul whispered “I will be by your side, even you don’t want me to” that brought a wide smile on his face.

What did I do to deserve you Ji Seul. Yoongi chuckled and embraced her tighter.

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Charmed [Episode 5]

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The next month passed relatively calmly as you integrate yourself into the lives of 7 boys who wanted nothing to do with you. You seemed to clash with them on every topic, and you wondered if you would ever be able to live here without having to test the meal for any extra additives.

True, they couldn’t harm you, but there was a lot that could be done to a person without having them die as a result. The most you were fearful of was a kind of truth serum that you knew the boys had. In truth, you were sure that you weren’t supposed to find out about it until after they had successfully managed to use it on you but fate works in mysterious ways and you stumbled upon Jin making it in their sterile kitchen, isolating the benzodiazepines from bottles of Versed. It was their own blend, incorporating higher concentrations of midazolam than the legal dose.

You had never seen it in action, but you were also not willing to call their bluff so you remained on edge, watching everything you ate and touched that could have been handled by your worst enemies. It was an odd kind of life in that high-rise penthouse; isolated, yet not?

You had once thought that nothing could beat escaping the depression of your one-bedroom studio, but among the richest of the rich you could only feel more clearly the ice of the tile seeping into your bones. It was jarring and made your skin crawl with the lifeless feeling that the place gave you. It made you wonder if the high life was worth it to you. You were happier in that run-down noodle house with the cranky mother figure who glared at you every time you sat down at her counter. Still, she never meant it and served you your favorite without having to ask.

It seemed odd that the both of you had a connection, despite the limited conversation that passed between the two of you, there was a subliminal communication that was always accompanied by the spiced scent of bone broth.

It seemed however that whoever controlled the boys thought that the eight of you had had enough bonding time and it was time that they used you for their own dirty means. Namjoon got a call ordering all of you to BigHit headquarters promptly at lunch time. It made you roll your eyes at how particular Namjoon was about being on time.

You couldn’t help but snicker at little minnows trying to act like the sharks of the ocean. Everyone who had looked into BigHit knew that the company had undergone a coup almost 10 years ago, resulting in the death of many of the party line type members who wanted to continue the orthodox ways of the mafia.

Included in the death count were the boys fathers, but it seemed they agreed and followed the new orders down to the fine print. Betrayal by the younger generations should be expected, expecially if the older fellows refused to adapt to a modernizing international spectrum.

Walking through the front doors of the building, you worked hard to maintain the neutral expression on your face. It seemed the hatred you had for this place ached to be let out, but with the seven guard dogs surrounding you, the need was strong for placidity.

Even the silver letters that spelled out ‘Law Office’, made you shiver in frustration. That’s where your father built his life and where his workers abandoned him to get gunned down in cold blood.

[MYG]

He knew this place, intimately.

It wasn’t hard not to notice the small shiver that ran through Eli as he stood beside me. We had been walking through some of the employee’s offices when he seemed to pull into his body, hiding.

This coming from the same man who had stared 6 gun barrels and could only think about getting a drink meant something. This place meant something to Eli; I knew there was more to him than meets the eye. I know that BigHit can be intimidating, but Eli was brave to the point of being stupid and yet somehow had survived this long with the kind of detached happiness that pissed off people without trying.

It was a rare combination, but he worked with it…or it worked him somehow. By the time we had gotten to the stairs, he had returned to his old self; eyes wide with curiosity as he took in the office.

It was fake. They were all fake, but then again aren’t we all.

They continued in relative silence, save for the quiet greetings that passed between the boys and their connections within the company. Pretty soon the proverbial warning bells rang as the doors closed behind you, and you stared down the head of the BigHit mafia. Clad in his expensive tailored suit and looking way too smug behind the large glass desk, your fingers twitched to grab your semi and put a bullet between his slimy eyes.

“Welcome Eli.” The smile that broke over his face looked unnatural and you hated it. “It seems my boys have finally caught you.”

The air seemed to crackle at his words and this interaction gave you more than enough information. It seems that his boys don’t like to acknowledge failures, though that was already evident from Jungkook’s obsession with perfection. But neither were you the type to admit to something that never happened.

“They didn’t catch me. I turned myself in.” You avoided any use of honorifics or even of using his name so you would have to implement those. No one in BigHit deserved your respect as far as you were concerned. “I was getting bored of seeing them suffer and decided to be benevolent.” Casting a side glance at the men in the room, whose spines had gone stiff, you couldn’t help but let out a little laugh.

“Have they told you why?” You saw the man’s eye twitch and you couldn’t help but entertain the thought of how far you could annoy him before he reached his limit. Everyone has a breaking point after all.

“No they haven’t, but I’m sure you’re going to.” You knew exactly what he wanted out of you. But you played dumb like you always did.

“First of all, I want to welcome you to the ranks of BigHit.”

“First of all, I would like to reject that welcome as nowhere have I agreed to join BigHit.”

It was an outright refusal, but nothing less would do. The only way to leave was to die, and you really weren’t in the mood to fake your own death.

“Loyalty to BigHit would give you a lot of name in the circles.” He tried to coax you, promising higher pay and more stability; very contradictory for a mafia but then again before the incident you and your parents were very happy. The elephant in the room became part of the family having a seat at family dinners.

“I’m not the loyal kind.” Those words could be taken in one of two ways. A declaration of Eli’s independence from BigHit, which would be the safer option, or a threat that if Eli did join BigHit, that he would have no issue betraying them for his own gain. This would not sit well with anyone who ran a business as secretive as BigHit did.

The tension in the room rose to new suffocating heights. But Yoongi only saw Eli, with that aloof smile on his face; the eye of the storm and a bastion of peace. He looked happy to be the root of the tension, and on some base level, Yoongi understood that he loved causing trouble. That was his element and his strength.

Letting the words linger for a bit, you let out a laugh to dissipate the mood. “Why so dark faced,” Eli giggled. “I only mean that it wouldn’t be good strategy to tie myself down to a single company.”

The rest of them only stared. Here was a man who looked down the barrels of six guns simultaneously and only thought of his thirst. He just made a jab at the most revered mafia boss in Seoul and was now laughing it off like he was with old friends. For a moment, Namjoon didn’t know whether to fear or respect the blonde male.

“Besides,” Eli still wasn’t done with his dueling of words,” I don’t even know how good your boys are.” One side of his mouth fitted perfectly into the seams of a half-smile, haughty, arrogant and nothing less than a taunt.

The boys that flanked you on either side understood that this was your war to win with their boss and intruding would be the worst decision one could possibly make, so they kept their mouth shut. Still, their fists clenched as they silently swore to make you eat your words one day. You would see that they were not ones to be belittled.

“I’m sure my boys will show you that their previous failures are not the status quo.” He smiled, not forgetting to emphasize the possessive implications of his words.

“Now, despite your refusal to swear fealty to BigHit, we would like to hire you to help our boys with a job. The pay will be generous if you succeed, but if not I’m sure none of them would mind putting a bullet in your head for me.”

You laughed along,” They were all too willing to do it last week, so no. I’m sure they won’t mind. Then again, who says I won’t thank them for doing it.”

It was a shallow threat, but they didn’t have to know that. For now, you left the boss with the layout of the building and a vague sense of you being a suicidal motherfucker. Those were the worst, because the concept of risk did not exist to those all too willing to let death take them.

Moving forward, you made your most bold move yet. Pulling out the chair that stood on the opposite side of the desk, you took the liberty in sitting down. Psychologically speaking, you were trying to reduce his control of the space. With the room being his office, you understood that he felt some possessiveness of the room and expected complete control of the people who were in it. Taking a seat without his invitation and without asking permission was in direct conflict of his control.

“So, now that I am considering agreeing with you, who or what do you want me to steal?” Calm and collected, you propped your elbows on the desk and leaned forward, staring straight to his dark, beady eyes.

With a deep breath, he reached into a nearby drawer and pulled out a folder. It was a plain manila folder with papers seemingly stuffed haphazardly into it. They seemed to be from various sources.

“The target is a hard drive that the government owns containing all the evidence they have regarding BigHit’s illegal activities.” His teeth gritted slightly as he spat the words out. It didn’t take Sherlock Holmes to figure out exactly how much that fact displeased him.

The real question was why he would want to steal it. Considering the organization is still running and angry protestors, the government hadn’t released the information so what was the point in having – and then it hit you.

“They’re blackmailing you! Oh, that’s adorable!” Leaning back in the upholstered chair you cackled at the idea of the playground politics going on around you. The corners of your eyes crinkled in the most childish way but the glint cut through the boys like steel. They hadn’t learned much about you in these last few days that you had stayed with them, but what they did come to understand is that you prescribed to your own definition of the world in a way that was admirable.

The grimace that came over the boss’s face was forced. In the depths of his eyes, you could see that you had struck a nerve with him. However, you couldn’t bring yourself to show any remorse. True, he was not the exact man that had doomed your family, but considering his position, he had tom have been around for it and that still blacklists him in your book.

“So where is this supposed hard drive, or do I have to do all that for you as well,” you questioned him. From the chair, you watched as he got up and retrieved a manila folder from a file cabinet.

It was stuffed with multiple documents from various sources, some pages were torn and yellowing at the edges. Others were crisp and white, but each was carefully tucked away into the folder.

With reluctance, he handed the folder to you. In a way you expected more attitude from him, but that only proved to you how much BigHit needed you to help them. If these guys were willing to tuck their tails between their legs then this must be serious indeed.

Still, they deserved no sympathy from you; none of the men in this room deserved any empathy from you for that matter.

He waited as you gingerly opened the folder and quickly scanned through the documents in front of you to get an idea of what you were going to be dealing with.

[PJM]

The room was quiet as Eli breezed through the haphazard scraps of paper before him, blue eyes shifting from left to right as he took in the information that the papers would have to offer. For a moment, I wondered what was going on in his head as he put together an image of the task in his head.

As much as I hated to admit it, I would have no choice but to listen to the head of blonde curls in the future. I may be able to obtain the equipment and set it up, but Eli would have the plan that would, hopefully, keep them all alive.

In the last few weeks, I had kept my distance from him, or as Jin hyung liked to call it, denial of the interloper that had made himself at home with is. This had also given him a chance to observe Eli from afar. The boy, for that was really what he was, had been boiled down to just being stupidly lucky, and knowing it. He courted death like an old friend, expecially with the workout stunt he pulled. Sure, the task itself wasn’t that hard when taking into the account the gap between the two opposite walls, but that wasn’t even taking into account the mental acuity it would take to come up with something like that on the fly.

I looked up at the quiet sigh that left Eli. He smiled softly, as if the papers were an old friend.

“It’s impossible.”

What he was sending the boys on, was a proverbial suicide mission.

“What?” The man behind the desk paled for a moment, and you could almost see the sweat starting to grow around his hair line.

Holding back a growl, you tried to enunciate every single syllable to make it easier for him.

“It is im-poss-i-ble.” You focused your stare on him, refusing to back down. “These boys may be willing to put their lives on the line for you, but I’m not going to.”

“You have no choice,” the man spit out through gritted teeth. His fists clenched against the wood of the desk. “You either help us or you die.”

“And who’s gonna kill me? You? With the gun in your top-left drawer? Or one of the boys behind me? Who I’m gonna be keeping alive in this death trap,” you spoke, shaking the folder for further emphasis. Despite wanting to continue to push your acting skills, you let it be for now. “Still, I’ve taken a liking to them, so I’ll do it.” Getting up, you turned your back and started walking out, ending the conversation on your terms.

[KNJ]

“He’s taken a liking to us? Since fucking when,” Jin whispered to me as we walk out of the office. It wasn’t commonplace for hyung to curse, but there was really no better way to express it. Since we had first met him, one of us had been at his throat constantly. Heck, Jungkook tried to shoot him that first night and damn near made him fall 50 stories that first morning.

But he lied.

Looking up ahead, I watched Eli as he lead our little pack with his head buried in the back in the folder as he took a more careful look at all the information in there Behind him, Jimin kept a watchful eye on Eli as he moved on auto-pilot through the building. Then again, that is the wonder of a thief’s brain. Memorization and quick thinking tend to come easier to them.

I followed the boys into the car, waiting for someone, mostly Eli, to break the silence. He brought back that sad smile that he had on in the office before.

I shrugged out an answer for Jin as we got to the receptionist and the front door, “Who knows? For now, we just do what we do best. Play along and take precautions.”

“I pity you all sometimes.” His voice was quiet and pensive, fingers still moving as they flipped through the pages on his lap.

“We don’t want your pity, so stop.” Jungkook’s voice was low and forceful. It made sense, he was a warrior and pity was weakness.

“You still haven’t learned, have you? I make my own decisions.” Eli’s voice never wavered in spite of the glare that Jungkook was shooting at him. “Anyways, I wasn’t lying when I said that he was sending you on a suicide mission. This is going to take a lot of training and coordination between the lot of us, so if you want to stay alive Kookie, I suggest you and Jimin start listening to me instead of fighting.”

Eli’s voice never wavered once, nor did his eyes leave the papers spread out on his lap. Despite this, the boys could see the way his eye trembled. His eyes were open, but he wasn’t seeing them. He was seeing the layout of the building and the way the operation would carry out.

The ride after that was silent, save for Eli asking for a pen from one of the boys as he jotted down notes on the manila folder. The chicken scratch was in shorthand, so none of the boys could read it, and they tried.

“Is that even English,” Taehyung questioned as he looked on over one of Eli’s shoulders.

“A variation of it yes,” Eli chuckled, and for the first time tore his eyes away from the documents. “Though I doubt you’re understand it.”

The other boys were silent as they watched the interaction between the two. Eli had always been slightly on edge around the boys, but for a bright and shining moment as he laughed, he relaxed.

Taehyung looked back into Eli’s eyes, bright and blue and clear, and smiled. It was the same smile he used on girls in the club, wide and white and big. “Teach me?”

“I can’t.”

Taehyung felt the world around him crack.

“It’s converse. Only thieves know it and none of you are thieves.”

The world cracked a little more. “I am a thief for your information. I have stolen more wallets and phone then years you’ve been alive.”

“What you are is a pickpocket. There is more art to being a con than that,” Eli mused as he gave off a melancholy sort of smile. “Material theft is nice an all, but there are far more interesting targets on a person; their thoughts, ideas, dreams.” A pregnant pause as all the boys listened despite their best efforts. “Their love.”

The seriousness with which he had thrown out that last item threw them all for a loop. Silence reigned as they all focused on the implication of his words. They didn’t have any time to respond as the car slower to a stop in front of their high-rise home.

Stepping out first, Eli did not hesitate in trudging ahead, through the doors and towards the elevators. Following him, with a more subdued pace were the boys, their conscious still turning over the words they had heard whilst on the road.

It raised more questions than it answered for them, yet that seemed to be the trend with Eli. Just when you thought you had figured him out, then he throws you for another loop or leads you by the hand down another rabbit hole of new mysteries. Infuriating as it was, somewhere deep down, the boys knew that they couldn’t blame him.

He only did what all good survivors of their dark world did; protect himself from others. If no one knows you, then they can’t hurt you. It was a hard lesson for some to learn, and those sods that didn’t, learned to face the consequences real quick.

The boys had seen more than their fair share of failures in their lifetimes, both their own and the shortcomings of others. They saw what was left of them when reality stripped them of their soul; it wasn’t a pretty sight to say the least.

The rest of the short walk to their front door was silent, each boy still having Eli’s words careening wildly through their heads. Eli immediately disappeared into his room, still scribbling his shorthand on the folder as he studied the notes in the folder.

The next morning, no one went for training or for a run. Eli hadn’t even come down for dinner the night before, choosing instead to lock himself in his room. He only deigned it important to appear for breakfast, dark circles just slightly more evident and ink blotches marring the baby soft skin of his hands.

He maintained a strict silence, maybe it was due to the stack of food, or it could be attributed to the cogs in his head that were still turning.

After mostly working his way through his plate, he took a sip of water and cleared his throat. From a silent breakfast, the others in the room turned to face him.

“It’s going to be rough, but it’s possible.” Setting down the silverware, Eli rubbed at his temples with his palms, continuing to speak into the silence with a slight muffle. “A shit ton of work, cooperation, and trust.”

“Trust,” Jimin nearly spat out. “You expect us to trust you?” Within his voice you heard all the things he wanted to say but couldn’t, but first and foremost, how could the boys trust you when that their entire lives centered around distrust.

All of them, especially Jimin, were wronged by the world until they learned to play their cards close to their chest and treat everyone as an enemy until they were proven a friend. This was the cruel reality when growing up as child of crime, expecially when being trained to reign over it.

Namjoon watched silently the showdown between you and Jimin. The tension between the two of you poignant enough to catch the attention of the others who may have otherwise been preoccupied with their breakfast.

He only sipped on his coffee silently as he contemplated what it would be like to function with you as part of his group. Being the defacto leader meant that he had the responsibility of understanding the dynamics of the others and the risks of introducing anew member. From the get-go, their bond was impregnable, having grown up together and suffered through their lowest together.

“Yes I do.” Eli’s voice was hard and left no room for argument. “Because if we don’t then we’re all going to die.” The words somehow seemed colder coming from the man that they all found to have the sunniest disposition, even when facing the leader of the local underworld.

“Let’s get to work then.” Yoongi was the last person who you expected to stand up for you, but then again it also made sense. He was the investigative genius of the group, but he also seemed to have the most sense of self-preservation among the boys. Did he want to work with Eli? No. But did he need to? Yes, so why bother wasting time.

Eli only nods in response and makes his way briefly back to his room to grab some papers before joining the others who had migrated into the living room. Spreading the papers on the coffee table, you begin to explain the death trap BigHit had assigned you all to rob.

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ratedbangtann · 3 years

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Divided; KNJ

𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗕𝗶𝗴𝗛𝗶𝘁 𝗶𝘀 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴; 𝙙𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙨𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙬 𝙞𝙩 𝙪𝙥 𝙖𝙡𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙮? You just landed your dream job, fought through the audition process to be here when one Kim Namjoon takes an interest in you. Perhaps you let him get a little too close... And now, you’re in more trouble than you bargained for...

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Pairing Kim: Namjoon x Reader Warnings: Angst, graphic depictions of violence and distressing scenes. Word Count: 9.5k Please consider supporting me here: Tip Jar & Commissions ********************

Never, in your entire life, had you felt as loved as you did with Namjoon. Waking up next to him was the bliss, the peace you had been seeking for years.

You woke up entangled in a mess of limbs and sheets, laying on his bare chest much like you had been when you had fallen asleep. Looking up at him you smiled fondly at the light snores that left his mouth, hanging open a little. His hair looked completely dishevelled; whether that was from sleep or your hair pulling antics the night before, you couldn't be certain. But he just looked so peaceful.

The hand that lay across his chest started tracing patterns along the ridges of his muscles, feeling how soft and smooth the skin was. You noticed the light trail of hair from his bellybutton down to where the sheets covered his modesty; he wasn't a hairy man, just enough to sculpt some definition.

You hadn't even noticed that the snoring had stopped, and Namjoon's eyes were watching your fingers trace pictures into his skin. He didn't want to disturb you; perhaps this was the only time to relax you had had in a long time, he thought.

Until your eyes flickered back up to him, you weren't aware he had woken up.

"Oh... Sorry, did I wake you?" you whispered.

"I don't mind," he said with a smile, sleep making his voice groggy first thing in the morning. "How did you sleep?"

"Better than I have in a long time," you blushed. He chuckled, wrapping his arms tightly around you and pulling you further up the bed to lay your head on his shoulder.

"I don't want to go to the studio today," he said firmly. "I want to lay here, with you, and do nothing."

"Well, good job I don't have to be in today then, hmm?"

"And suddenly, I've got a nasty tickle in my throat. I suppose I'll have to stay home." He grinned from ear to ear, his dimples sinking into his cheeks. You laughed, pulling the sheets up over your shoulder to cover you.

Breakfast was an interesting event; everybody in the dorm was suspiciously quiet, but you would catch them sharing little glances with each other, or smirking at one another. You didn't feel uncomfortable just... a little wary?

Namjoon had made you both toast while the others pottered around the kitchen grabbing something to eat and sitting at the table with you. All apart from Jimin, of course, who was still showering.

"We're gonna have to get you some essentials if you're staying here for a while," Namjoon said, crunching another mouthful of toast. Taehyung and Jungkook looked at each other - another one of those looks - and snickered. You narrowed your eyes at them, wondering what was so funny about that.

"Hey, Joon-hyung; you left me all alone last night. I was hoping we could cuddle," Jungkook whined, pouting dramatically. Taehyung couldn't stop his laughter beside him.

"Sorry Kookie, my cuddles were needed elsewhere," Namjoon retorted, crumbs flying past his lips. And again, Taehyung and Jungkook looked at each other and laughed. The others smiled at each other, annoyingly sharing the same thought.

Before you could question them, Jimin walked down the hall fully dressed but still towelling his hair dry with a mischievous grin on his face.

"Ah, y/n, Namjoon! Good moooorning," he sang.

"Good morning..." you replied, hesitant and suspicious.

"Don't you look sprightly today, hmm? Good sleep?"

"Yes, thanks," Namjoon deadpanned, ignoring the shit-eating grin carved into his cheeks.

"I should think so. You must have been exhausted after uh... well, y'know," he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. And then you realised.

They had all heard you. You and Namjoon, when you had... They were laughing at you both.

Your face changed colour almost instantly, a red hue painting your cheeks as your eyes widened. The others couldn't keep it in any longer, the laughter consuming the room and Namjoon scratched the back of his neck awkwardly, fighting a smile himself.

You hid your face in his shoulder and he wrapped his arm around yours, rubbing your arm with reassurance.

"Don't worry, y/n. Sounded like Namjoon did a good job. You should be proud of him!" Jimin teased. Namjoon threw his slipper at the younger, hitting him in the chest. "Namjoon-aaahhhh!" he whined, sitting down in the empty seat at the opposite end of the table.

"Eat your granola, Jimin," Yoongi scolded playfully, smirking. Jimin pouted, pouring himself a bowl.

The others decided to take the day off themselves too; by this stage in their career, they were allowed to every so often; provided it really was just once every so often. Before you had joined them for breakfast, they had all discussed it, wanting to spend the day making you feel better and hopefully coming up with a plan...

After a shower and some clean clothes - Namjoon's again - you had sat with them in the living room, talking about possible solutions.

"I need some kind of proof; that's the biggest problem. I don't have any..." you sighed.

"There's CCTV in the halls of BigHit; would they have caught him dragging you to the elevator?" Yoongi asked.

"Maybe... But, that's not sufficient proof of long-term abuse," Jin was right, it wasn't enough.

"Is it enough to go to Bang PD-nim for help getting a restraining order?" asked Tae, hopeful.

"No, we're not going to him. If he took it the wrong way, y/n could be out of a job," Namjoon said sternly.

This was useless, you were going around in circles.

"Can we please just hire a hitman?" Yoongi said, a little venom lacing his tone. He was getting frustrated too. He hated knowing his friend was in trouble, being bullied by a pathetic excuse of a man.

"Waste of money, I'll do it myself," Jungkook mumbled, folding his arms over his chest and leaning back into the couch.

"I know you're kind of joking but... please don't," you said weakly, fiddling with your hands. You hated the thought of any more violence, especially from such wonderful men.

"Sorry, y/n..." Jungkook apologised. A moment of silence passed as everyone thought once again.

"We could google it? 'How to catch a domestic abuser'?" Hoseok suggested. You flinched at the words.

Domestic abuser...

You'd never thought of Sangjun as that, never labelled him as one. But hearing it from Hoseok's mouth, you now realised that was absolutely what he was.

Any other time, you may have laughed at Hoseok's suggestion but you were getting desperate and frankly, it seemed like a good shout.

"Let me go get my laptop; left it in my car last night," Namjoon stood up, grabbing his keys from the hooks by the front door and heading down to the parking lot to grab the bag he had left in his car in a rage last night.

He opened the passenger door, grabbing the strap and slinging it over his shoulder when he heard something drop to the floor by his feet. When he looked, he saw the stupid little dash cam that had fallen off the windshield when he's punched the wheel.

He sighed, picking it up and crawling into the car to stick it back up, but again, it wouldn't stick.

"Useless," he muttered, giving up.

And then, he had an idea...

A horrible, terrible idea, but an idea nonetheless.

When he joined you again, you could see a look of anguish settled on his face. Something was wrong.

"Joonie?" you turned on the couch to look at him stood there, the rest of the guys following suit.

"You said you needed proof, right?" he asked, his tone full of regret and despair.

"Yeah..?"

"I think I know how to get some..." He held up the little dash cam he had tried to stick back in his car. He didn't have to say anything to tell you what he was thinking.

You could plant it, in your apartment. Somewhere Sangjun wouldn't notice it. You could catch him in the act; one assault would be enough to show the police, enough to get a conviction.

"That's brilliant, Joonie!" You seemed happier than you perhaps should be, naive to the reasons Namjoon was so brokenhearted about his idea.

"But... it means you'd have to go through it again. One last time..." You heard the sadness in his voice, the gravity of the proposal weighing heavy on you now. You'd have to let Sangjun beat you again. You'd have to get hurt again.

"No. No, we can't put her in that position again Joon, are you mad?" Jin stood up, angry at his brother that he'd suggest such a thing.

"Do you think I want to see her hurt, Seokjin?!" he yelled, losing his temper. "Do you have any other suggestions? Because I sure as hell don't!"

Jin stayed quiet. Logically, he knew this would work. You all did. But everyone was hesitant to admit it.

"...I'll do it," you squeaked. One last time, for a lifetime of freedom and a possible conviction; worth it. You'd taken it for so long, you could take it one last time.

"It'll be kept under control, though," said Yoongi. It confused you.

"What do you mean?"

"We'll be outside. Waiting. We'll give you a word, you'll yell it at the top of your lungs when it gets too much, if he goes too far. We'll barge in, take him down, get you and the camera out." He was so matter-of-fact, military even. No emotion, just straight talking.

"That's a good idea," Hobi praised, "that way you have control. When you think you have enough evidence you can call to us. We'll just pull him off you and get you out."

"It works..." you pondered, thinking it over. "I'll have to go back home eventually. When I do, he'll be mad... I'll need to plant the camera while he's out. He goes to the gym every day between three and five, then he comes to pick me up from work. But I don't know if his routine will change now; he doesn't know where I am, he could still be out looking for me."

"We'll watch the apartment... see if he's home, see when he leaves. But he knows my car..." Namjoon said, scratching the back of his neck.

"Doesn't know mine though. I'll watch him," Jungkook offered.

"When are we doing this?" asked Tae. Well, the longer you left it, the worse his mood will be; the worse the damage will be. He'd already be livid that you disappeared yesterday, this was time sensitive. With every passing second, Sangjun would only let his anger bubble and fester away, growing and growing...

"Today," you said confidently.

The others were stunned into silence. How could you be so willing to surrender yourself to such a horrific ordeal yet again? So soon?

"A-are you sure, sweetheart?" Joon asked, hushed and leaning over the back of the couch, taking your hands in his. "We don't need to rush this, we can take our time to really go through it and-"

"Actually, we do need to rush this..." you gripped onto his hands, looking up into his wide eyes that were so full of dread. "I just want to be free, Joonie..." you whispered.

Namjoon looked down at your hands in his, running his thumbs along the backs of yours and fighting back the tears. He couldn't bare the thought of you getting hurt again, couldn't bare the idea that you were so willing to get hurt again for your freedom.

"Today it is," he agreed, bringing your hand up to his lips and placing a sweet kiss to it. "You'll be free, soon..."

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Sat in the backseat of Jungkook's car - far fancier than Namjoon's - you couldn't sit still. You were terrified. Namjoon sat with you, Jin on your other side and Hoseok in the front. The others were waiting in Tae's car just a couple of blocks away.

Having switched your mobile phone on before you left the dorm, you had seen the 134 missed calls and 249 messages from Sangjun. Progressively, the texts became angrier and angrier...

Why weren't you at work?

Met your boyfriend. Where the fuck are you?

y/n, answer my calls.

Stupid girl. Get home, or I will drag you home myself.

Stop being stupid. Where the fuck are you?

ANSWER YOUR FUCKING PHONE. NOW.

You'll regret this.

That last one sent a chill down your spine that made every hair stand to attention.

All of this was simply more evidence stacking up over and over. You took screenshots fo the messages and the call receipts and sent them to Namjoon for back up, in case something were to happen to your phone. You were trying to think of every eventuality.

"There he is," Jungkook broke the still quiet, shuffling in his seat to get a good look as you all watched Sangjun exit your apartment building and get into his car parked out front with his gym bag slung over his shoulder. He drove off down the road, turning the corner to head off to his workout. He'd be gone for an hour at least.

"Let's go," Namjoon took hold of your hand, pulling you out of the car and towards your apartment.

Inside, he helped you to set up the camera, hiding it in the bookcase next to the television in the living room. You changed out of your borrowed clothes into something of your own, handing Namjoon's back to him. It wouldn't do to have Sangjun get even more angry, seeing you in another man's clothing.

As Namjoon was about to leave, to hide back in the car until Sangjun made it home, he turned to you with a look on his face you couldn't quite read.

"What are you going to yell through the door? When it gets too much, I mean..." he asked, shuffling his feet and looking everywhere but at you.

"I'll just call to you, so... Namjoon," you shrugged. Your hands trembled with fear and you twiddled your thumbs. He nodded.

"We'll be waiting, okay?" he cupped your cheek with one hand, standing a little closer to you.

"Uh-huh," you agreed.

"I'm sorry we have to do this..." his voice broke, cracking under the weight of his regret.

"It's the only way..." you sighed.

He closed the distance between you, pressing a kiss to your lips so softly you almost couldn't be sure he had done it. At least, until he pressed a little firmer. You returned the gesture, both of you needed the moment of tenderness before the oncoming storm you knew was about to happen.

"You're so, so brave..." he pressed his forehead to yours.

"Someone once told me bravery was just another form of stupidity," you chuckled.

"Not at all. You're the bravest, but also the smartest woman I have ever met."

A moment passed, just enjoying being close to one another until you knew he needed to leave soon in order to get in position.

"You'd better go," you said reluctantly, pushing at his chest until he took a step back. He turned towards the front door, opening it up and looking back at you with one final glance.

"I love you, y/n."

"I know," you smiled. "I love you too."

And with that, he left you alone with the little dash cam rolling and recording everything...

An overwhelming feeling of dread lingered over you as you sat on the couch, waiting... You watched the clock constantly, knowing he would return around 5pm. It was 4:49pm now, and a sickness bubbled in your gut at the thought of what was to come.

You pulled the sleeves of your sweater down over your hands, the anxiety bringing chills to your skin and shivers to your spine.

It'll be over soon, you assured yourself. He'll be stopped. This is going to work.

It had to. This was your only hope, your only conceivable attempt to get out of this hell. Namjoon and his brothers were waiting, they would save you. Just a little more pain, a little more agony...

4:57pm; the sound of a key in the lock made your heart rate elevate to that of a hummingbird; this was it. You heard it shut softly and footsteps in the hall, heading to where you sat. And then they paused in the doorway.

"Y/n..." His voice sent a violent electric shock through your body, but... he didn't sound angry.

This was always worse; when he started out calm. He would always be more violent, terrifyingly so.

You turned your head to look at him, like a scared little girl getting scolded by her headmaster in his office.

"Oh my god, y/n..." he dropped his gym bag to the floor and ran to you, enveloping you in a tight hug and lifting you from the couch as he did so. Your body didn't react, simply staying limp in his arms, hands by your sides in a state of shock that he didn't immediately smack you to the floor when he saw you.

He put you down, holding onto your shoulders and rubbing his hands up and down them, searching your face for signs of any trauma or terror.

"Where were you? You had me worried sick! I went to pick you up from work and you weren't there!" he cried, worry in his tone. You looked up at him, bewildered. Why was he so worried? Why wasn't he beating the shit out of you like you had expected?

This wasn't going to plan. At all.

"I-I was just..." you stuttered, trying to think of something to say.

"You know what? It doesn't matter... I'm just glad you're okay, you're safe!" he pulled you in for another hug, crushing you to his chest but still, never hurting you. Not once.

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Outside, Namjoon waited. As soon as he had seen Sangjun walk into the apartment complex, he had signalled the others in Tae's car with a text message, and waited a few minutes for him to get up the first few flights of stairs before exiting the vehicles and following after him.

At the front door, Namjoon could hear everything, every word being said. The others were with him, crowding around the front door to eavesdrop.

He heard the concern in Sangjun's voice, confusing him.

"Why is he acting like that?" Taehyung whispered, voice the thoughts of every one of them. Namjoon's brow creased, overthinking.

Inside, Sangjun acted like a normal, caring boyfriend.

"Do you need anything? Something to eat? Drink? Do you wanna watch a movie?" he fussed over you, sitting you back down on the couch and crouching in front of you.

"She said he'd be angry, what the hell is he doing?" Jimin whispered.

"Wh-what if... what if she was..?" Hoseok began, but he stopped himself. The thought was too horrendous.

"What?" Namjoon whisper-shouted, still never raising his voice enough for you or Sangjun to hear from inside.

"What if she made it up?" replied Hoseok.

"No, she wouldn't..." Namjoon shook his head violently, returning to his position to eavesdrop and ignoring the idea completely. He couldn't entertain the idea that you had lied. He knew you hadn't been honest with him in the beginning, but surely you wouldn't like about this... Would you?

The niggling doubt in the back of his head was quickly silenced by Seokjin speaking the sense he needed to hear.

"You didn't see her, Hoseok. You didn't see the bruises, or watch him drag her through the halls at the studios. Don't you dare question her right now," Seokjin whispered, scorning the younger. He couldn't help getting mad at him for questioning you after what he had seen. Something was wrong, that was for sure, but it most certainly had nothing to do with you fabricating your history of abuse.

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Inside, Sangjun was making tea; the most mundane activity you could imagine.

"How many sugars, babe?" he called to you.

"J-just two..." you stammered, feeling more anxious now than you had before he came home. What was going on? Why was he now so concerned for you? Why was he making you bloody tea?!

But what you didn't know, was Sangjun was being clever.

He hadn't seen the camera; it was well hidden. He hadn't seen the boys; they were meticulously quiet.

But he had seen the fancy cars in the neighbourhood as he came home. He had seen the black Bentley around the block that belonged to Tae. He had seen the black Mercedes across the street that belonged to Jungkook. They looked out of place, and he recognised them from the parking garage at BigHit. He knew those license plates, those fancy models...

Sangjun wasn't stupid.

He sat down on the couch with the tea, handing you a mug.

"Do you want to talk about what happened? Where you were?" he asked, feigning concern and innocence. You shook your head no, unable to think of a lie quick enough. You were too busy figuring out what the hell he was playing at.

He was acting so normal; more normal that he had for weeks. And you'd just be MIA for 24 hours...

Your brain ticked over until finally, you realised what was happening. He knew they were waiting for him.

You didn't know if he'd seen them out of the corner of his eye on the stairs of spotted them in their cars but he knew; he had to. He was acting to get them to doubt you...

You had to do something; you had to make the switch in his head flip. You had to make him so angry, he couldn't help himself.

"A-actually, I... I need to tell you the truth. About where I was last night..." you started, your breathing shaky but you knew you had to do this. It was your only shot.

"Hmm? Okay, baby.. what happened?" he asked, placing his tea down on the little side table next to the couch.

"I-I... I stayed with BTS," you lowered your head, scared to look up at him. He was quiet though, simply taking in a long, deep breath.

"Okay... So you stayed with your friends; that's fine," he smiled through his words, but had you looked up you would have seen the anger in his eyes. You would have noticed the smile that didn't quite sit right on his face.

"Y-yeah I did but," you took a deep breath, shutting your eyes as you told him the truth, "I slept in Namjoon's bed. With him."

The more you confessed, the harder Sangjun found it to keep his cool.

"Did you fuck him?" he spat, clenching his fists and staring at you with such harsh eyes you felt the gaze burning into you without looking up at him.

One last truth to push him over the edge...

"Yes."

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From outside, the boys listened intently.

"What's happening?" asked Yoongi, from the back of the group.

"She's... I think something is wrong, he's making tea?" Jungkook whispered back. "Why isn't he going mad?"

Namjoon ticked over everything in his head; did he know something was wrong? No, not possible. Right?

"The cars..." Namjoon gasped, leaning back from the door with wide eyes.

"Joon?" Tae saw the look on his face; pure dread.

"He saw the fucking cars... He knows we're here," he whispered to them with anger, frustrated that they overlooked that detail. He couldn't believe how stupid he had been. Of course a Mercedes and a fucking Bentley were going to be noticed in a neighbourhood like this...

"Shh!" Jungkook hushed them, his ear pressed to the door. "She's telling him the truth..."

"What?" Namjoon snapped his head to look at Jungkook.

"She's provoking him," he deadpanned.

There was a moment of silence before all seven of the boys heard a loud smash, like pottery smashing against the floor.

Namjoon tensed immediately, the overwhelming urge to break the door in already to save his princess already becoming too much. he fought against it, knowing he needed to trust you, knowing he needed to wait. You needed the evidence; he understood that.

But the array of noises he could hear through the door were building and worsening, so startlingly distressing that he turned to Jin and Hobi with glassy eyes and grit teeth, the tendons in his neck straining fiercly.

"Stop me, hyungs... Don't let me in until she calls..." he begged.

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You had confessed. You had told him you slept with Namjoon.

And much like a seismic shift in the earth's tectonic plates causes a volcanic eruption, your confession made Sangjun explode.

Immediately he was on you, knocking the mug out of your hand and ignoring it as it smashed to the floor, spilling tea across the laminate dramatically. He lunged for you, fisting your sweater in both hands up pulling you up to stand in front of him.

"I knew it. I knew you fucked him, you dirty little SLUT!" he screamed, throwing you to the floor amongst the mess. Tea soaked through your jeans and the shards of pottery stuck into your side, luckily not sharp enough to cut.

Sangjun immediately sat over you, holding you to the floor by your shoulders. You saw him retract his hand quickly and before you had time to register it came hurtling towards you face, smacking you across your already bruised cheek. You cried out, a stinging sensation burning through your face.

You didn't have time to compose yourself before the next slap; a backhand to the other cheek. He clipped your nose though, a sharp pain rushing through the centre of your face like it had been cracked open. Blood began to pour out of it as he gripped onto your collar, pulling you up and thrusting you against the wall near the entrance to the hallway.

You tried to push him off, tried kicking his knees to make him buckle but he was wise to your tricks and dodged every single hit you tried to land.

Instead he landed another hit to your face; this time his entire fist slammed into your jaw. You cried out again, wounded and in absolute agony as your whole face felt like it was throbbing.

Blood dripped from your nose, down your face and to your sweater, coating your lips in the strong iron taste that filled your mouth. Whatever he had done to your nose, it was bad. You were almost 100% sure it was broken.

He landed a few more punches to various parts of your body; one to the left shoulder, one to the ribs, one to your stomach. You lost your breath, your diaphragm going into spasm and unable to get the oxygen you needed into your body.

Without the breath you needed you couldn't think straight, couldn't even fathom the idea of screaming to Namjoon let alone actually forcing your vocal chords to work. All you could do was struggle for air and cry out incoherent noises inbetween.

"Where is he now, huh? He's here, isn't he? I saw the fucking cars outside, y/n. DO YOU THINK I'M FUCKING STUPID?" he screamed, landing another punch to your gut. "WHO IS HERE? YOU THINK THEY'LL SAVE YOU, HUH? YOU'RE MINE, Y/N. MINE AND MINE ALONE!"

He wrapped his hands in your hair, pulling it by the roots and dragging you out into the hall.

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"She can't breathe, hyung... Listen to her!" Jungkook panicked, hearing your winded state on the other side of the door.

Namjoon stared at the door with his hands tearing his own hair out at the roots, panic in his eyes.

You hadn't called to him yet... That was the plan. When you called, they'd break in. But could you even attempt to if you couldn't breathe?

He battled with himself, his head scrambling through an inner monologue at twice the normal speed to try and draw up a conclusion as to whether he should just get the hell in there right now, or not.

"We need to get in there, Namjoon..." Jin had his hand on Namjoon's shoulder, trying to talk some sense to him but he just kept thinking; she hasn't called, she hasn't called... She needs the footage, she hasn't called yet...

If only he had known you had more than enough footage to go off by now.

All of the boys heard Sangjun screaming at you; they heard him claim you as his, heard him scream of his knowledge that they were there. They all looked at each other, eyes darting between them but before anyone could react they heard a loud and unmistakable thud on the other side of the door.

The front door shook, like something had collided with it. Jungkook fell back from his crouched position, falling at Namjoon's feet. A few more little thuds hit the door from the other side, and the sound of strained breath was once again the most alarming noise they could hear through the wood.

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More pain, radiating from the top of your head right to the base of your spine as Sangjun threw you up against the front door by your hair. He let go of the strands and pushed his hands up against your throat, pushing his leg between your knees and pressing himself up against you tightly. You had no wiggle room, no way to get away.

His eyes stared into yours, pupils blown out and rage coursing through them. Slowly, the fingers around your throat started to tighten, like a boa constrictor tightens itself around it's prey, taking its time...

You felt every pad of his fingertips, every tendon in every digit at it pushed the pressure onto your windpipe, cutting off the airway and leaving you breathless once again.

You squirmed and hit out, hitting your fists against his chest. You couldn't look away from his eyes, like when you see a spider across the room and watch it in case it moves.

Namjoon is on the other side of the door, you thought. They all are...

If you didn't get their attention now, Sangjun could easily render you unconscious. Or worse...

But with his hands so tight around your throat you couldn't scream, you couldn't even whisper; there was no air in your lungs to be able to make a sound.

You stopped struggling against Sangjun, instead hitting out and kicking against the flat surface you were pushed up against. You used all the strength you had left in you thump and pound on the door, hoping to get their attention.

Please, please get in here...

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Namjoon heard you pounding on the door, struggling for breath. They all did.

"Shit, get IN THERE!" Yoongi yelled.

Namjoon pushed against the door with his shoulder, trying to force it open to no avail. It was going to take more than that to get past a large wooden door, your body weight and Sangjun's strength.

"FUCKING HELP ME!" Namjoon yelled to the others. Jungkook scrambled to his feet, Jin and Hoseok readying themselves to help. They stepped back, the four of them gearing up to break it down.

"One, two, THREE!" Jungkook yelled, and all four of them threw themselves at the door in an assemblage of shoulders and feet using their power to get in. It wasn't enough.

"AGAIN!" Namjoon yelled. They stepped back in unison. "One, two, THREE!" They hurtled towards the door again.

"Keep going, you'll get there!" Jimin yelled, wishing he could help but knowing there wasn't enough room for another person to get in and push.

"He's right on the other side, he's stopping us!" Hoseok yelled as they all stepped back again, ready to throw themselves at it again.

"NOTHING IS GONNA FUCKING STOP ME GETTING IN THERE! ONE, TWO, THREE!" Namjoon screamed, the boys colliding with the wood again. This time they heard a faint crack.

"The hinges are coming off, Joon!" Yoongi yelled, "Keep going!"

The four stood back again, a little further this time, and rushed headlong into the door. Another crack, this time louder. Namjoon could now visibly see the wood splintering by the hinges.

"ONE MORE! LET'S GO! ONE, TWO, THREE!" One final run up, and the door broke of its hinges.

With you still on the other side, it didn't fall down immediately. Sangjun's strength managed to keep it relatively upright but his grip on your throat faltered and you fell to the floor, just as white spots had started to appear in your vision.

Namjoon immediately pushed his way through the gap between the oddly angled door - now off its hinges - and the wall. His hands reached for Sangjun, grabbing his shirt and pinning him to the wall with as much force as he had in him, Sangjun's head hitting the plasterboard of the wall. The remnants of the door hit the wall opposite, leaning against it while Namjoon held Sangjun in place.

"FUCKING ANIMAL," he screamed, landing a vicious right hook to Sangjun's jaw. "YOU'RE SICK, SICK IN THE FUCKING HEAD," he shook him by the collar, followed by another right hook.

Jungkook and Yoongi moved the door out of the way and pushed past Namjoon and Sangjun, coming to your side to assess your state. You lay on your front, face down on the floor covered in a puddle of your own blood and spluttering, oxygen finding its way back into your lungs after being starved for almost too long.

Seokjin and Hoseok rushed to Namjoon's side, Hoseok holding onto Sangjun and Seokjin holding Joon's arms behind his back, doing everything he could to stop him from knocking the asshole out.

As much as Jin thought Sangjun absolutely deserved it, he couldn't see his brother going down for assault and battery.

"Namjoon, hey! HEY! Cool it!" Jin yelled, pulling Namjoon back. He struggled against him, anger ripping through him. The pathetic little man in front of him needed to learn his lesson, needed to know how it felt to be beat down to a fucking pulp.

On the floor, Yoongi rolled you onto your side, Jungkook helping him to pull you up into a sitting position against the far wall of the hall. Your eyes had swollen so much, you could barely see past the blur of tears leaking from the agony your body was feeling.

Your head lolled forward, chin resting on your chest as more blood dripped from your nose to your lap. You still struggled to breathe, the punches to your gut and your ribs making you feel like you were being stabbed with every breath.

"Jimin, call an ambulance! Tae, the police!" Yoongi yelled back to them. Both pulled their phones out immediately, dialling the emergency services.

"I'll go wait outside, stay on the phone Jimin," Tae instructed, running for the steps and hastily making his way down them to wait for the first batch of help to arrive.

Amongst the chaos, Namjoon was still fighting against Jin, trying to lay into Sangjun some more. He had seen red, he was screaming at him; never had Namjoon lost his tempter like this and honestly, Jin was a little scared of him. He knew he would never turn on any of the boys, but he wasn't sure just how much strength he had in him with the adrenaline and pure fury pumping through his veins.

Yoongi did his best by your side, lifting your chin to look at your swollen and bloodied face and checking your breathing, your pulse, everything... just making sure you were okay, that you were still alive. Jimin had found his way inside, passing instructions from the paramedics to Yoongi next to him.

Jungkook looked on in fear, watching Namjoon fighting against Jin to get past Hobi and wrap his hands around Sangjun's damn throat.

"Namjoon-hyung! NAMJOON! StOP!" he yelled, nothing working to calm the chaos.

Through your blurred vision you could only see shapes, violently moving in front of you. You could hardly hear anything, your head clouded with concussion; you felt like you were watching from underwater.

"J-Joon..ie..." you choked, trying your best to speak, to get his attention. You needed to calm him, you didn't care about yourself right now. Your damage had been done, but Namjoon could do so much more...

He heard you, his head finally snapping to look at your broken and beaten body laying up against the wall. He saw your beautiful face, swollen and bloodied and the way your body fell limp with exhaustion and suffering.

He stopped fighting immediately, letting Jin pull him a few feet from where Hobi was restraining Sangjun - who by this stage, had given up trying to get away. Jin let Namjoon go, watching as he fell to his knees by your side, holding your hand in both of his and planting soft little kisses to your knuckles as you sat there, broken.

"I'm here, I'm here... I'm so sorry, y/n. I'm here," he repeated, over and over again. Guilt welled up inside him; you should have been his first thought when he burst through the door, but instead it was your revenge he had craved. He let anger cloud his mind and he lost control.

Jungkook went to help Hobi, cornering Sangjun so he couldn't attempt to run. He had given up though; police had been called, the jig was up.

It took a few minutes for paramedics to arrive, and a little longer for police. You were immediately heaved onto a stretcher and wheeled out to the parking lot outside where an ambulance and police cars were ready and waiting.

Namjoon held your hand the whole time, from the moment you were on that stretcher, down to the parking lot and inside the ambulance as you were checked over at the scene. He refused to leave you alone.

Statements were taken from each of the boys, and Sangjun arrested and shoved into the back of a cop car. Each of the boys made sure to tell the cops about the camera you had hidden to catch the evidence of his abuse, affirming the truth.

It was over. After four years of absolute hell, of agony and terror... you were free. ****************

Hospitals had never been you favourite place on earth, but waking up in one surrounded by beeping monitors and brilliant white lights was - for a change - totally welcome. You didn't mind the annoying, monotonous noises you could hear; they were almost comforting.

As you had opened your eyes, you could only see the bland tiles of the ceiling above you but after a moment of consciousness, you felt the dull ache all over your body, radiating from your face. You winced, trying to sit up in the uncomfortable bed but you arms were too weak to push you up.

"Hey, no... stay put. Hold on," a voice said from beside you. And then you heard a mechanical whirring, and you were slowly sitting up as the bed rose. You turned your head slightly to the side to see Yoongi, sat in the chair beside you with the controls for your bed's mechanics in his hand. "Hey," he said simply, a soft smile on his features.

"Y-Yoongi..." you croaked, your throat strained and dry from the lack of moisture.

"Oh, here..." he picked up a bottle of water from beside the chair, unscrewing the cap and standing by your side you pour a little into your mouth for you. Immediately, the dry burn in your throat was extinguished. "How are you feeling?"

You weren't sure how to answer that, having just woken up, but you didn't feel good; you knew that.

"Hurts," you mumbled, your face aching with the movement of every muscle in your cheeks. There was something attached to your face, covering your nose that muffled everything you tried to say. You raised a hand to touch it, feeling the cold metal brace that was attached to you to hold your nose in place.

"Want a run down of your injuries?" Yoongi asked cautiously. You nodded, bracing yourself for the worst. "Okay, your left eye socket is cracked slightly... Your nose was pretty smashed up, they had to reconstruct it; hence the brace holding it in place now. Two of your ribs are cracked, your lungs were in shock but have since stabilised and you had a pretty bad concussion. Other than that, just bruises..."

Wow, that was... better than you expected. But now you understood the agony in the centre of your face and the ache in your torso.

You noticed the drip attached to your hand too.

"To keep you hydrated, while you were out," Yoongi noticed your eyes following the tubes.

"Where's Namjoon?" you asked.

"Probably asleep in the waiting room with Jin. It's..." he checked the time on his phone, shoving it back into his back pocket, "around 3am. You've been out for almost two days, with surgeries and stuff..."

"Why are you up so late?" you questioned, your face stinging as your creased your brow. You let out a little wince of pain.

"Night owl," he said simply, smirking. "I told Joon I'd wake him if you woke up."

"Oh, no, let him sleep..."

"No can do, my sweet. He'd murder me if I did," he reached for your hand, giving it a comforting and light squeeze, before turning to exit the little room you were bundled into.

Alone with your thoughts for a moment, you let your mind run over what you could remember from the other day.

You remember Sangjun losing his temper, being thrown around... You remember him shoving you against the front door and hearing Jungkook's panic at realising you were being held by your throat. You remember a crash and falling to the floor, but not much else. Only being checked over in the back of an ambulance and whisked off to hospital.

You couldn't be sure if Sangjun was arrested, or if the police had got the footage you had caught. You prayed they had...

The door clicked open and Namjoon's sleepy face poked through the gap, puffy eyes searching for you. You raised your hand off the bed a little, waving meekly.

"Hey," he pushed the door open further, his voice laced with sleep and shut it behind him, coming to drag the chair closer to your bedside to sit with his hands enveloping yours. "How are you feeling?" he asked, concerned.

You sighed internally. You were going to get that question a lot, weren't you? In fact, there would be a lot of questions thrown your way very soon...

"I feel like I was hit by a car," you groaned.

"Yoongi-hyung has gone to find a nurse, try and get you some morphine to numb it," he reassured.

A moment of silence passed by as Namjoon scanned your body from head to toe. He'd seen the state you were in plenty over the last couple of days but seeing you awake and wincing in pain with every small movement hit different. He hadn't known what to expect, and he knew it wouldn't be good, but he couldn't help feeling so incredibly guilty for how things played out.

"I should've got in sooner... I shouldn't have waited, I-"

"Namjoon," you squeezed his hand, stopping him. "You did what you could, it's okay. You got to me when I needed you, that's what matters."

"Yeah but-"

"No... No buts," you silenced him again, watching as he looked down at the floor in shame. Another silence settled over you, the big question on the tip of your tongue. But you were so afraid of the answer, so terrified that you had gone through all of this for nothing.

But you had to ask.

"D-did he... Was he arrested, Joon?" Your voice trembled, your bottom lip quaking.

"Yeah, at the scene. Not before I laid into him a little, mind... He's in custody. The police want to talk to you," he spoke so softly; it was so comforting to you, just having him there.

"The camera?"

"Yoongi-hyung gave it to the police. They have the footage, so he's been convicted. The police just want your statement and background; how long he's been doing it, what he's done etc. They need to compile a list of other charges for court."

Your shoulders relaxed, releasing tension you didn't know you had been holding until then. Another wave of pain flooded through you as you did, and you winced aloud yet again.

"Forgot about court..." you sighed.

"You'll only need to see him once more. And then he's gone, for good." Joon ran his thumb over the back of your hand comfortingly. "He'll be in custody until then. No one is willing to pay his bail."

"No, his family don't speak to him."

"Figures," Joon muttered. "There's maybe something you should know..." he mumbled, fiddling with the drawstrings on his hoodie. You waited, looking at him nervously. "The press got wind of the story. Local journalists caught the incident on the police scanner and came to the scene to see what had happened. You and I had already left in the ambulance but they saw the others giving statements to the police. Bang PD was forced to release a statement..."

Your heart sank. This was how your career was going to start; the career you worked so hard for... And Bang PD knew. Was he mad at you?

"So Bang PD knows everything..."

"We had no choice... But hey, it's okay. He's not angry you kept it from him; he gets it. He's hired the best lawyers and is spending all his time looking into Sangjun's background. He's protective of his own, y/n. We're a family," he reassured. "And actually, he's been very supportive of... well, if we were to... y'know..." he trailed off, not knowing what your relationship was at this point or wanting to ask you; this was not the time nor the place.

"Joonie, I told you I loved you. I mean that," you said, squeezing his hand a little. He looked up, eyes hopeful and smiled shyly.

"Well, once all this is over with... maybe I can take you on a date? A real one. We can..."

"Be together," you finished his sentence for him, sensing his shyness. "I'd like that..." His smile grew again, dimples turning into craters the moon would be jealous of.

A knock at the door interrupted the conversation. A nurse wondered in, a cart in tow and Yoongi following in behind, shutting the door.

"Hi sweetie, good to see you awake," the nurse smiled sweetly. She was a pretty young thing, very petite and friendly. "You must be in some pain, so I'm gonna change your drip over for a solution with morphine in, keep it to a minimum," she explained everything as she did it, changing the tube to fix onto the new bag and strapping it to the mechanism next to your bed.

"Give it around 20 minutes, you won't feel it anymore. If you do or there's anything you need at all; food, a drink, there's a call button right here," she pointed to the little red button on the remote Yoongi had left by your side, smiled at you again, and wheeled the cart out, leaving you with Namjoon and Yoongi.

"Did Joon tell you that..?"

"Yeah, he's in custody. Thank you Yoongi; for giving them the footage," you smiled, noticing how awkward he looked with his hands shoved into his pockets and his foot kicking the floor.

"He was amazing, y/n. He took care of you, when I was... well, too preoccupied with beating the life out of him... He did everything the paramedics told him to, knew exactly what to do when we got inside," Joon explained, smiling fondly at his friend. Yoongi scratched the back of his neck, smiling awkwardly.

"Did what I had to," he mumbled.

"Thank you," you smiled. "To all of you. You may well have saved my life," your throat constricted as you swallowed down tears, your face stinging and aching with the force.

"Don't you ever thank us, y/n. You don't need to," Namjoon ran his fingers through your hair and brought your hand up to his lips, pressing soft little kisses to your knuckles.

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"Byun Sangjun, you entered a plea of not guilty for the charges against you," the judge began in the courtroom. You sat nervously in the stands with Namjoon and the boys one side of you, and Bang PD on the other side. Namjoon had been right when he said he was supportive. Work went out the window; he focused solely on your recovery - which was going well; bruises yellowing and swelling going down, but bones still extremely tender and healing - and getting as much evidence against Sangjun as possible.

He even found you an apartment close to the boys' dorm complex, which Namjoon had been staying in with you on the sly on the nights you hadn't spent at the dorm. You couldn't bare to be alone; not until Sangjun was behind bars for good.

Sangjun stood in the docks, hands cuffed together in front of him and a vacant look on his face. He looked tired, his cheeks sagged and eyes puffy. Any other person, you'd have felt sorry for. Not for this monster.

Namjoon held your hand in his tightly, jaw clenched as he stared at Sangjun with a fire burning in his eyes. He couldn't look at the man without wanting to beat him into the ground. Your fingers shook in his, fiddling with a little thread hanging from the sleeve of your shirt. You waited patiently, knee bouncing.

The judge continued.

"Therefore, with the evidence against you and the victim and witness testimonies, I have no choice but to come to a conclusion based on the facts presented in my court room today.

"The court has seen the vile footage of abuse recorded during the most recent incident and based on other testimonies and Ms. y/l/n's medical records, we have no choice but to find you guilty of not only repeated domestic violence, but one count of attempted murder for the monstrous attack weeks prior to today. Therefore, this court sentences you to twelve years in prison, with a minimum serve of 10. Dismissed." The judge banged his gavel, and stood to leave the court room.

In your bench, the boys all seemed to let out a long breath of relief at the same time, Namjoon turning to you and enveloping you in a hug. You sat very still, the realisation still not sinking in. You couldn't take your eyes of Sangjun, who was now being escorted out of the court room by officers to his holding cell before transferring to whatever hell-hole prison he was assigned to.

Just as he reached the door, he looked back at you with an expression you couldn't read. Was it...defeat? It almost felt like he was trying to tell you, 'okay, you got me. Fair enough'.

An officer shoved his shoulder roughly, nudging him through the door. That was the last time you would see his face, and the relief that washed over you felt incredible.

You turned to Namjoon, burying your head in his shoulder. He kissed the top of your head, holding you as you started to sob and the rest of the courtroom filed out.

"Shh, hey... It's over now. He's gone," he whispered into your hair.

Bang PD turned to you, his hand on your shoulder. You couldn't believe how sweet he had been throughout the weeks following the incident. You reached your hand to his and squeezed appreciatively.

"Thank you, sir," you whimpered, lifting your head to look at him. His expression was so soft that you felt guilty for ever having doubted he would kick you to the curb or be mad at you for any of this. Never could a man as sweet as him do that to anyone in their time of need. Especially one of his own.

"Pleasure is mine, y/n. Your future is yours now," he smiled, glad to see you out of this hell with the closure you rightfully deserved. You nodded, smiling genuine happiness with tears seeping down your cheeks.

Namjoon led you out of the courthouse with his arm around your shoulder, Bang PD on your other side and the boys trailing behind you.

A flurry of reporters were waiting by the courthouse steps, rushing to you as soon as you appeared. Of course the local reports of a woman attacked had grown into international headlines when they realised BTS were involved somehow.

Bang PD's statement was very matter-of-fact and clear that you - BigHit's new trainee - had been trapped in an abusive relationship for years and the boys had figured something was wrong, rushing to your aid to find you being attacked viciously. That was the official story. Of course they didn't know that they had planned the rescue, or that Namjoon and you were technically together; some things were better left unsaid.

Bang PD had needed to release a second statement when rumours started about Namjoon and you; he simply said you and he were close as friends and colleagues for the moment, as he was your 'producer'. But he had slid into it that if a relationship were to blossom between any of his idols in the future, he welcomed it warmly. You had found that so sweet.

Cameras flashed in your face and you cowered against Namjoon, Seokjin rushing to your side too to dispel rumours of a relationship yet again. You gripped onto him knowingly, having become accustomed to not favouring Namjoon in public. The others crowded you, offering their support also. Bang PD stepped forward, ready to address the press who quietened down, holding audio recorders in his face and clicking their cameras.

"Justice was served here today, and we as a company - a family - at BigHit are elated that our beloved trainee, y/n, is now safe. We would now like to move forward and focus on the wonderful talent that exudes from her as an artist and bring her the career she has worked so hard to obtain. Thank you," he bowed respectfully, keeping it short and sweet.

The chorus of reporters snapped their pictures of you with the boys and Bang PD as you made your way to the two waiting cars, finally leaving this horrific chapter of your life behind.

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Six months had passed, time healing the wounds on your body and slowly, the wounds on your soul too. You had gone back to work a few weeks after court, insisting you were ready to pour your heart into your debut.

Songs were finished in a matter of weeks now that you were free to work whenever you wanted, for how ever long you want. Choreography was created for your songs, which after the majority of your wounds had healed, you started to learn day in, day out. Music videos and concepts were created, centring around the idea of rebirth; fitting.

And now, you were stood backstage at MNet, waiting for your chance to debut on national television. The buzz surrounding you and your debut was of course heightened by the unfortunate events of your time as a trainee, but surprisingly it had worked in your favour. People were so interested in who you were, to see how you could come back from such a horrific ordeal.

Namjoon had watched your proudly in the run up to your debut. He had, in fact, become like a producer to you; spending his spare time working so hard on your music with you. His name was in the credits to your songs, on albums ready to be shipped out to stores at 6pm KST. But besides that, he had been your rock; there for you when PTSD woke you in the middle of the night in a cold sweat, trembling. There for you when you needed to vent, to let out your frustrations. There for you when you needed someone to take care of you, cook for you or just to hold you.

And yes, the two of you had become an item in the meantime. God, how you loved him. You adored the ground he walked on, and he the air you breathed. It was no longer a secret, more statements being released to inform fans of your relationship a month prior to your debut. The overwhelming reaction was positive - of course there were some nasty comments, but no boycotting and certainly not enough anger to create a stir.

So now, as you stood at the side of the stage at MNet, you gave a little wave to the love fo your life sat in the sound booth above the audience, looking down at you. He grinned and waved back, excited to see you finally debut.

While he had heard the songs, you refused to let him know anything else about your music. He was as much in the dark about your concept and choreography as the fans were. He had been practically giddy that morning, the other boys mimicking his excitement. They all appeared in the sound booth window too, waving excitedly. You giggled, waiting for the stage director to usher you out to begin the filming.

When the time came, you danced and sang your little heart out, perfectly in time with the music and the rest of your dancers and sounding like you had swallowed the CD. The fans ate it up, already having created an official fan-chant for you and screaming support at you when you ended the first cut. You filmed the song three times over from different angles to make sure they had all the footage they needed, and the fan's buzz never dampened.

Your song had brought Namjoon to tears in the booth, so proud of his baby girl for getting to this stage after everything you had been through. He was watching you live your dream, reliving his own debut and so immensely proud of you; he couldn't help the happiness leaking from his eyes.

You recorded the takes of your second song too after a costume and set change, and once again the fans ate it up. You had never felt so encouraged, so worthy in your life. They were happier for you than you could fathom, loving the girl who had been through so much and yet came out on top, like this.

You were a ray of hope, a beacon of belief that no matter what the hell you have been through, it does not define you, and it will not control you. And you were absolutely certain that this would be your message going forward; you would continue to spread that for as long as your career lasted.

No matter what the hell you have been through, it does not define you and it will not control you.

Fin. **************** Part One | Part Two | Part Three A/N ~ Thank you so much for reading! If you liked this fic, please let me know. You can find my other work in my masterlist below, and if you’d like to leave a tip or commission your own fic from me, the link it also below. Masterlist Tip Jar & Commissions

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Quarantine.28

[Masterlist] Editor: [Yoongisauce] Pairing: BTS x reader Friends2Lovers Genres: friendship, drama, romance, Slowest of burns until the anticipation kills us all… Rating: PG-13 and above Summary: Your brother works with a few BigHit dance teams and whilst having permission to accompany him at work the city shuts down banning anyone from stepping outside for a whole WEEK while they disinfect the streets. If you step outside you might get arrested, shot or poisoned by the chemicals they are emitting through the city. Words: 1k Announcement: This chapter hints on interconnecting relationships within the group and also some other things that the boys are working through. Let me tell you Jin who considered himself a coward is really stepping up. He is scared but he is doing his best and JK. Jungkook is putting his thoughts and feelings first he isn’t carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. He is figuring out he doesn’t have to do everything.

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Jungkook nodded to the captain in agreement to continue back to the building. He knew you passed them. Your route was quicker and more direct. You had to have passed them. He was sure of it and everyone was probably worried sick because he hadn't returned.

They set out on foot. Still trying to send a message on the walkie but nothing was coming back through. Unsure of what was happening or what was left to return to because all they had was radio silence.

The group was frozen. The tension in the air as thick as the fog churning in the streets outside. Transmissions had stopped and they had no way of knowing who made it or not. All they could do was wait and hope. The clock ticked louder and louder, striking through the silence until it became unbearable.

Jimin made eye contact with Hoseok who gave a small smile building up the courage to break the tension. “Would anyone like something to drink while we wait, a cup of tea or water?”

Yoongi pushed off the couch and stormed out of the room, heading to the sanctuary that was his studio. With every second that passed and each step he took his eyes stung with unshed tears.

A light pink color flushed his cheeks and nose while a burning sensation swelled in his throat. A sob ripping from his chest as he slammed the door to his haven. Yoongi sank onto the floor pressing the heels of his hands into his eyes as if it would stop the tears from escaping.

All it took was one message from Hoseok, checking if he was okay, had him screaming, “F*CK!” as he chucked his phone across the room

He hated feeling out of control. He felt this so often growing up and he swore he would never let himself feel this way. But you had burrowed into his heart and now he cared about you. You were worse than the boys, at least it was his decision to fall in love with them. Who wouldn’t fall for them. They were so kind and Yoongi was never one for appearances. He fell in love with who someone was and not for the way they dressed, not for their race, and least of all their gender.

Yoongi needed to do something. He began tampering with his equipment, trying to make his stereo pick up a signal, anything. At the sound of Jungkook’s voice over the radio Yoongi felt himself relax, even only a little.

Taehyung and Jimin tried to comfort each other, sitting side by side on the couch. The two held hands whispering as Hoseok left the room after Yoongi. He decided not to leave Yoongi alone in this time of need. Namjoon stared at the two walkie talkies on the coffee table wondering what he was supposed to do.

“Guys, I am going to wait downstairs,” Thomas breathed heavily, feeling almost claustrophobic. “Text me if anything comes up.”

They watched Thomas leave, his eyes dull seeming so lost. Namjoon heard a tiny whimper across the room. Looking over, he saw Taehyung and Jimin sniffling and staring at the map left open on Yoongi’s computer. All the red X’s littering the map.

Namjoon felt his heart sink. The boys shared a special bond, like ribbons connecting them to one another, drawing them close. The ribbons delicately intertwining them were tangled together. Right now, with the members separated, the ribbons twisted and taut, only entangling them closer than ever.

“Come here.”

Namjoon held his hands out in invitation. The two practically ran into his grasp. Their tear-stained faces turned red. He held them for a few minutes, holding their heads against his chest. Taehyung wrapped his arms around his waist, while Jimin curled up into an impossibly tiny cute ball. His little fingers curling into fists to try and rub away the tears.

Yoongi was in the middle of setting up his microphone, ready to reply to Jungkook who was talking out of breath into the walkie. The studio doorbell rang pulling him out of his concentration and out of his chair.

Hoseok noticed evidence of the introvert’s recent emotional endeavor alongside an unusual lively expression. Yoongi always felt grumpy and embarrassed after getting emotional, usually refusing to see anyone for a while. Yet here he was seeming lost in thought and almost relieved.

“Are you okay? Can I come in?”

Yoongi pulled him inside impatiently, shutting the door and heading to his desk where he had set up the receiver.

“This is Group Jk, I repeat this is Group Jk, we are heading back even though you can’t hear me.”

Jungkook’s voice cut through the room and Hoseok, who had just settled down awkwardly on the leather couch, flew out of his seat and across the room.

“That’s Jk!” Hoseok couldn’t help the feeling rushing over him as he looked down at Yoongi.

He grabbed the pale rapper by the cheeks and pressed a celebratory kiss to his lips. Hoseok pulled away watching Yoongi raise his fist to his lips and cough in an attempt to break the sudden tension.

Pushing the button on the microphone with long thin fingers, Yoongi spoke as calmly as he could into the microphone, not wanting to appear flustered by either the situation or the kiss.

“Group Jk do you copy?”

“Hyung!” Jungkook’s voice lost all its weariness and became as bright as Hoseok’s had been to hear the maknae’s voice.

“Where are you?”

Hoseok all but took over and shouted into the microphone. He nudged Yoongi’s leg and gestured to move away from the desk. When he did, Hoseok sat down and tugged the thinner man onto his lap.

“We are just at the end of the street now. We will be there in a second, don’t worry,” Jungkook paused catching his breath before getting excited again, “Tell y/n that we are going to have celebratory ramyeon in the basement tonight. Together as a group. No exceptions.”

Hoseok reacted, reaching for the mic but long fingers grasped his wrist preventing him from replying.

“Don’t tell him. Otherwise he won’t come back.”

“Hobi Hyung? Yoongi Hyung? It must have cut out again?”

Seokjin heard the men speak about leaving more than an hour and a half ago. It had been quiet since. He looked down at your form drenched in a cold sweat and shaking in his arms.

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zapzapbap · 5 years

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Freezing Heat

Genre - Smut (+18)

Scenario - Friends to lovers au, Dom!Tae, sub!reader, female reader

Synopsis - You and Taehyung are trapped in a car in the middle of a snowstorm. One way or another, he is determined to keep you warm.

Warning - Overprotective Tae, Dom!Tae, sub!reader, cockwarming, car sex, p0ssyjob!, big dick Tae, unprotected sex (stay safe kids), slight!creampie fetish, slight!voyeurism. Read at your own risk!

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"Stop squirming."

Two words, said in such a strict tone that if it weren't for the fact that they came from the lips of your childhood best friend you'd be submitting completely.

Yet, here you were. He had you wrapped tightly in an almost suffocating embrace, engulfed in an expensive faux-leather coat that probably cost enough to put you through college, trapped in a car in the middle of nowhere feeling suddenly hyperaware of yourself and claustrophobic. A quick look outside the window only showed snow continuing to pour, coating the ground in a beautiful thick winter blanket. If it weren't for the fact that it was trapping you there, it would have been a beautiful sight.

"Tae, there's no need to do this. We still have heat." You countered, still trying to squirm out of his firm grip. He frowned, pressing his lips in a thin line as he rested his head upon your shoulder, and you scoffed in annoyance. "The rescuers should be here any minute anyway, so you can put me down now."

"No." He replied, pouting. "I have to keep you warm. The engine could die any minute now."

"Ugh! Fine!" You pouted, and he smirked triumphantly. "But if I die of a heat stroke before then, I'm blaming you."

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Skiing.

Now, sports weren't a thing you were good at. They required a lot of coordination, control of your body, fluid movement and joints... All of which were not your forte. The most sporty you had ever been was a 3 month dabble into some at-home yoga. It promptly ended in failure after a particular embarrassing incident left you with a dislocated shoulder, a possibly broken or misplaced tailbone, and a laughing best friend to to pop your joints back in place.

So when he invited you for a week-long getaway to an exclusive skiing resort in the mountains, you balked.

"Are you kidding me, Tae?" You said, incredulous. "What do I look like going up to a mountain resort with a bunch of famous people?"

"Oh come on! Don't be like that!" He said, pouting. "You make it sound so intimidating. It's not. It's just a cool trip between friends, that's all."

You rolled your eyes. Of course that's what he thought. Sweet, naive Kim Taehyung. Out of all the years you had known him, he had always had that childlike innocence about him when it came to things like this. However, you knew better by now.

At first, when he became an idol things were fine. ARMY had been relatively welcoming when they found out about his childhood best friend that he always had by his side in past photos and occasional public appearances. But as his fame started rising, slowly, seeds began to plant over time. First, an odd fan here or there who would joke about Taehyung's "ex girlfriend." Then, a jealous fansite who insisted on cropping you out of photos and deliberately mistranslated some things Tae had said about you in public appearances. Then, finally, bold yet baseless claims that you were a saesang, invading his private life and constantly interfering in his affairs because you had been his "childhood girlfriend" and was secretly a scorned lover.

Although there was enough evidence to easily debunk those rumors, enough ARMY believed them to make your life a living nightmare for months. Slandering your name online wasn't enough. Some even made public threats against you and your family's lives.

It eventually culminated in Bighit having to make a statement, clarifying that you were indeed his childhood best friend and that any continued harassment online would result in a defamation lawsuit. Not too long afterwards, the company revealed that you were a producer-in-training, working under the guidance of Adora. Things quickly calmed down after that.

Still, the pain of that predicament left a scar on your psyche. You had to be careful around Tae from now on.

However, Tae seemed to not get the memo.

One way or another, he was determined to get your friendship back on track. When the whole thing with ARMY finally came to an end, he was determined to show those toxic fans that the friendship between the two of you was not ruined.

He liked all your pictures on with the official BTS twitter account. He publicly thanked you for tracks you had produced or contributed to. He took you out for outings with the guys, so much so that the fandom had nicknamed you the 8th or 9th member. He name-dropped you in lives, telling embarrassing childhood stories and other tales from your youth.

Now, as good as that was to rebuild your reputation and validate your friendship to the public, it also ignited dating rumors and talks of nepotism behind the scenes. Which meant that the crazy part of the fandom that attacked you, although smaller now, became loud and angry once again. Threats had only been made online this time, but still enough to scare you.

But Tae... He knew how to play you.

"Y/N, please!" He begged, widening his eyes and pouting his lips. "I feel like we never hang out. It's not like when we were kids anymore. Now I can take you anywhere in the world."

"But Tae, you know what happened last t-"

"Y/N, please?" Oh no. The dreaded voice crack. Your kryptonite. "We're living lush, now. Let's enjoy it."

"You're living lush." You countered, annoyed, but knowing you already lost this battle.

"Right. And I'm sharing it with you." He said cheerily, smiling his signature boxy smile. "So what do you say?"

Sighing, you nodded and he cheered in glee.

"Text me the details, okay?"

~-~

All things considered, it was a fairly normal trip. After a particularly embarrassing fall after seeing your bias from Monsta X glide down the mountain like a professional, Tae had decided to stick by your side the rest of the trip to prevent any injuries that might occur. He introduced you to all his friends that came along, you had a movie night at the lodge with Jimin and Jin (who had tagged along, as they were meeting up with friends for the weekend too). You had the best hot chocolate you have ever had in your life, and you (begrudgingly) attempted to skii a few more times... All of which were fairly unsuccessful, but at least they were more fun than the last time.

So, when Jimin suggested that someone go down to the mountain to grab some alcohol not available at the lodge, it didn't seem like too bad of an idea. Taehyung immediately volunteered to go, and Jimin gave him the keys to Jin's rental car. And, not wanting you to be by yourself, he dragged you along, and you didn't object. You were all having fun. Why not have some more?

You should have checked the weather.

~-~

15 minutes.

That's how long it took for 10 centimeters of snow to cover the ground.

By the time you guys were halfway back to the lodge, the front tire had gotten stuck in a pothole. 5 minutes and 10 more centimeters of snow later, Tae had called for help with the little bit of remaining battery on his phone.

Estimated rescue time would be thirty to forty five minutes.

Overprotective Tae activated.

"Y/N-ah. I'll keep you warm!"

~-~

Okay, so admittedly his coat felt nice.

And, although the grip on your waist was kind of tight, something about his hands wrapped around you felt comfortable. If it weren't for your current situation, a scenario like this between you two wouldn't have felt so odd.

However, something about the way the snow was coming down around you two and the small cramped space of the car... It just felt strangely uncomfortable.

After a few minutes of tense silence, you finally spoke up.

"Tae?"

"Yes, Y/N."

"I'm scared."

He tensed, looking up at you through the expanse of his thick straight lashes. His expression was unreadable. He hugged you closer towards him, and sighed.

"It's okay." He said, his dark eyes staring comfortably ahead of you. "Everything's going to be oka-"

And, there goes the heat.

"Shit." You cursed, huffing in annoyance. "What do we do now?"

"I told you. The rescuers are coming. And until then, I'm going to keep you warm." He smiled reassuringly, loosening his grip on your waist a bit. "Trust me. Okay?"

Silence.

Something in you told you that your panic was natural. This was a terrifying situation, after all. People died in storms like this.

However, another part of you told yourself that you would make it out of this. That you'd both be fine as long as you were together. And no amount of natural occurrence was going to stop Tae from fulfilling his promise to you.

"Okay." You agreed, closing your eyes as you covered one of his large hands that was wrapped around your waist with your smaller one. "I trust you."

~-~

Slowly, cold seeped into the car like a virus, infecting your skin with goosebumps and shivers. You found yourself subconsciously cuddling closer to Tae for warmth, who found himself shivering beneath you. Oh no.

"Tae, are you okay?" You asked, and he sfuffed.

"I'm fine." He said, gritting his teeth. "No need to worry about me, Y/N. I'm here to take care of you, not the other way around."

The thought left you without apprehension, no warning as it slipped between your lips.

"We could take our clothes off."

He froze, and looked at you once again. His expression was unreadable, except for a brief glint flashing behind his dark eyes that you couldn't quite understand.

"What?" He stated now, tensing against you. You gulped. His voice... You had never heard it go quite that low before. You swore you could feel the deep vibrations of the single word rattling inside your ribcage.

"Um..." Nervousness suddenly overtook you, and you couldn't look at him. "I just read it in a pamphlet once. I'm sorry. It was a stupid idea."

"No it's not, " he said quickly, releasing his grip on you a bit. "If it means keeping you warm, Y/N, then it's okay."

"Okay."

Silence, once again.

Tae released you, pushing you forward enough to have enough room. Quickly, he shed his shirt, ridding himself of the garment as he tossed it precariously on the passenger's seat floor next to you. He made it look so easy.

Looking away, you pressed your lips into a thin line and kept your eyes on the ground. You were cold now, and not from the storm.

"Y/N?" He asked, looking at you awkwardly, his top half now prickling with goosebumps as the air continued to chill. "Do you need me to look away?"

You nodded, suddenly feeling very small. He nodded in agreement, closing his eyes immediately. Turning away from him, you stripped yourself of your shirt, tossing it atop Tae's, and pressed your back against his cool chest, wincing a little at the sudden contact. Tae once again wrapped his arms around you and shrugged his leather coat around you both.

"See? Nothing to worry about."

Pressing your lips in a thin line, you nodded and you both settled into awkward silence.

~-~

Another hour passed.

Precisely an hour after your estimated rescue time.

Tae kept you both calm by singing songs softly to lighten the mood. Taking your clothes off admittedly had been a good idea. His honey skin pressed against yours had you both warm in no time.

However, the longer you two stayed in the cold, the more you were beginning to feel it. As time passed, you had both resigned to climbing into the backseat and stripping down to your underwear and covering yourself with both of your coats. Yet Tae was still shivering.

Quite frankly, it was troubling. Without noticing, you began to squirm again in his lap. He tensed up immediately.

"Hey! What are you doing?" He stated, an edge to his voice that had you tensing in shock.

"Nothing." You said quickly, looking at your hands. He pressed his lips into a thin line, and looked out the window. You felt his arm quiver against your side, and you squirmed again. He whipped his head back towards you, and his jaw tensed.

"Y/N, quit it." He warned, his eyes darkening in annoyance.

"I'm not doing anything tho!" You countered, crossing your arms. Unbeknownst to you, that little action caused you to bounce lightly in his lap, and his eyes widened in panic.

"Y/N, don't -." He begged, now desperately. You scrunched your face in annoyance, turning slightly in his lap to angle yourself away from him, feeling hurt.

"It's fine, Tae. I get it. We can put our clothes back on if you're that disgusted by me." You said, now too embarrassed to look him in the face. "Besides, your leg is kinda uncomfortable anyway."

"Y/N, that's not my leg."

Your eyes snapped, and you became stiff as a board. Realization hit you, and as you looked back to meet Taehyung's gaze your mouth ran dry. You had caused a...big...issue for him. Possibly for you both.

Needless to say neither of you were cold anymore.

"Holy shit, Tae." You said suddenly, gulping. He looked away, his cheeks heating up in embarrassment as you suppressed a snicker. "Guess you don't find me disgusting after all, huh?" He grinned, chuckling as he turned back to look at you. "Have you been...like that...this whole time?"

"No. It's just - Y/N I told you to stop squirming!" He whined, making you giggle. "And I didn't want to freak you out. I'm not a pervert! I swear! It's just, you kept moving!" You laughed now, and he frowned in annoyance. "I'm sorry, okay? But I'm a man, y'know. It just happens sometimes. I just wanted to wait for it to go down."

"It's okay, Tae. I understand." You said calmly, caressing his cheek in your hand. "But are you having trouble, getting your um... soldier down?" His jaw tensed, seemingly in annoyance, and he huffed but nodded. "Is it normally like this?"

"No, Y/N. I don’t normally have beautiful, half-naked women sitting on my lap in the back of a car, either." He replied snappily, a sudden grit to his voice that had your thighs suddenly tensing.

Tense silence suddenly overcame the both of you. The air suddenly thick with tension and indecision.

There was an uncertain contest happening between you two. One of you would break soon. It just wasn't clear who it would be.

Long ago, you had found yourself becoming attracted to Tae. But as soon as that whole debacle with ARMY happened, you had resigned yourself to never even entertaining the thought of becoming something more to him. Besides, he wasn't even attracted to you.

...Or so you thought...

Although the expression in his eyes wasn't clear, you could tell by his difficulty putting his deputy back into place that you had an affect on him. And, he had just called you beautiful to boot! And yet, still a question hung in the air.

How would he... fit?

I mean, you're not inexperienced, but you're also not an expert in sex or sexual encounters by any means. But Tae, well... He's possibly the biggest you've ever felt in real life. Length and girth. What would that even feel like? Could you even take it?

Looking at Taehyung, you still couldn't quite get a grip on what he was thinking. It was obvious that he wasn't going to confront you about it at all, and you really didn't want him to sit here and be uncomfortable, or worse, in pain because of the problem between his legs. So you finally broke the tension.

"You could put it..." You swallowed, nervous as hell but maintaining eye contact with him, as he raised his eyebrow and cocked his head in curiosity. "...Inside me."

His mouth dropped in shock. For a moment he just stared at you, wide-eyed like a deer in headlights. Maybe this was a bad idea -

"Um, sure." He answered, still wide-eyed but a bit more composed. "But, um. What do you want me to do exactly?"

Ah, shit! Now you have to explain to him what you meant!

"Well, um. I don’t - uh..." Great. Now you're stuttering. Was this a bad idea? "Um. So you don't have to fuck me. But, like, a friend of mine and I were talking the other day about this thing she does with her boyfriend sometimes. Like, when he's tired but they haven't had sex in a while, she'll just sit on his dick and they'll cuddle like that." God you sounded crazy. Yep. This was definitely a bad idea. "So, I was thinking, maybe we could try it? Just to see if it helps?"

He didn't say a word, but the look in his eyes... You've never seen him look at you that way before. He nodded gently, and you carefully lifted off of his lap so he could slide his boxers down. Nothing could have prepared you for this.

Good lord, he was big. Long, thick, veiny, and slick with pre-cum. How was he going to fit?

"Jeez, Tae. You're big." You blurted, not really thinking, and he smirked. But then you just ended up sitting there for a moment. Gawking at him. Awkwardly. He cleared his throat, snapping you out of...whatever that was, and you jolted back into reality. "Oh. Yeah. Right. Sorry."

Turning around, you shuffled back onto his lap, now conscious of the fact that he was completely naked underneath you. Hovering over his lap, Tae slunk an arm around your waist, the other posing his cock at the base of your clothed entrance, and moved your panties aside. You swallowed as you felt him press the fat head of his cock against your entrance, taking a deep breath as you slowly started to lower yourself.

The stretch was unbelievable. Never in your life had you imagined feeling this full, and you had barely taken a lot of him in yet. A delicious mixture of pleasure and pain as you made your descent -

"HrrMmmmph." You whined, suddenly stopping and taking a deep breathe. Taehyung immediately tensed, and you grabbed a hold of the back of the passenger seat to steady yourself.

"Y/N?" He said, worried. "We don't have to do this. I don’t want to hurt you -."

"No, no! It's okay!" You said, still a little breathless. "We can still do this. I'm just not wet enough, I think."

He perked up instantly, quickly removing himself, making you wince and whimper in pain.

"Oh! Sorry!" He said apologetically, grabbing your waist to help you lower yourself onto the seat next to him. He then perked up, his eyes suddenly lighting up with excitement. "But I can help you with that."

This time, your face was the one to fall in shock, but Taehyung only smirked back in response.

"Oh! Um - but - uh - Tae what?" You stuttered, suddenly unable to calm your nerves and rising heartbeat.

This, however, didn't faze Tae.

"I said..." He smirked, a dark, commanding look suddenly overtaking his features as his voice dropped an octave lower. "Lay down, Y/N."

You gulped, and took one last look at him. Now you recognized that unfamiliar flicker in his eyes; hunger, lust, excitement. Wordlessly, you laid down on your back, feeling very vulnerable as Taehyung drank in the sight of you underneath him.

His tongue ran over his bottom lip as he climbed over you, hand running up your thigh hanging off of the seat, up to our hips angled against the seat belt so as to not dig into your sides too much, and finally, up to your clothed breast. Taking a brief breath, he kept his gaze focused on you and his touch lightly grazing the underside of your bra. Your body tensed with anticipation underneath him, and you resisted the urge to grab him and kiss him closer to you.

"...Can I touch you?" He asked, biting his bottom lip in apprehension. Your eyes snapped back to his to meet his gaze. You could tell he really, really wanted to touch you but he wasn't going to do anything you didn't want to do.

You nodded. Closing your eyes, you felt him snake his large hand underneath your bra, giving your breast a gentle but firm squeeze, and you breathed a sigh in content. Tae must've taken that as a positive, because he kept going in that vein, kneading your breast with his large hand, making you mewl beneath him. Cupping your breast in his hand once again, you felt him curl his thumb and pointer finger to meet at the peak. Taking your nipple between the two, he rolled it back and forth, and you sighed in content beneath him.

Tae licked his lips before dipping down to meet your surprised gaze. Smirking, he lowered himself, careful to keep his hand where it was as he began trailing soft kisses down your neck and on your shoulders. Leaning into his touch, you sighed softly beneath him, that sigh quickly transforming into a low moan as you felt him suck the skin at the nape of your neck.

Relishing in the sounds you making beneath him, he continued, trailing sweet little hickey all across your neck and collarbone until he met his final destination. You hadn't realized had taken your other nipple into his mouth until you felt him take it between the his lips, the fabric of your bra still a barrier between his mouth and your bare skin.

You felt his other hand creep up your other thigh, bent at the knee to press against the seat and give him room, and you whined as you felt him continue to snake further and further up but never where you wanted it to be. You could feel wetness start to dampen your panties at the anticipation.

"Tae..." You whined, your eyes still closed. "Please touch me."

You couldn't see him now, but you could feel him smirk against your breast, stopping suddenly to look you in the eyes, his expression amused.

"Where do you want me?" He taunted, his tone low, heavy, commanding. "Be specific."

"Uh -." You gulped, fixing yourself to properly look at the man who you know would devour you if you let him. "I want your dick." He smirked, pleased to hear you be so bold.

Pulling your panties aside, he once again poised himself at your entrance, and you gasped, quickly grabbing onto his shoulders to stop him.

"Wait!" You exclaimed, and his face fell. "No. Not like that. Not yet." He hummed quietly, waiting for an answer. "Can you...rub me? With your dick, Tae? Please! I want to feel you."

He gawked, turning his gaze away from you.

"Fuck, you're driving me crazy, Y/N." He stated, chuckling before turning back to you.

Grabbing the head of his cock, he spit into his hand and dragged the saliva down his shaft. Then, dragged the tip slowly up your folds, mixing your slick together, before stopping at your clit to rub it with the tip of his dick in slow circles. You moaned beneath him, angling your hips for more friction, and Tae cursed.

"Fuck, Tae, just like that..." You purred, licking your lips as he rubbed you. With each drag of his tip through your folds, you felt yourself becoming slicker and slicker, and Tae moaned above you as he felt the warm wetness coat him.

Without warning, Tae suddenly pulled his whole form away from you, making you whine. Smirking above you, he hooked his fingers underneath your panties, sliding the shaft of his cock between them and your folds, and you whined as you felt the sudden friction on your clit. Grabbing your hips, he angled them towards him and wrapped your legs around his waist as he began thrusting back and forth, dragging his shaft between your slick folds. You moaned his name, which he rewarded with a low groan.

Each thrust was deep, long, and precise. Just enough friction to build that fire in your veins, a slow burn that you treasured and rewarded with the sweetest whimpers and moans for him.

"Faster..." You whispered, feeling the world melt underneath you as you felt your orgasm build.

"What?" He asked, slowing his thrusts, making you whine.

"Faster, Tae! Please!" You begged, and he chuckled.

"Mmm... But I like this." You gasped, and he chuckled, clearly enjoying your shock as he toyed with you. "You did just need me to get you wet, and now you're soaking." He was right. The dampness between your legs had gradually built into a sickness that coated your pussy and thighs, more than enough for Taehyung to sink into you if you both wanted it. But he knew what you wanted, and was enjoying every minute of dragging it out of you. "Unless you want me to make you cum? Is that what you want?"

"Taehyung..." You whimpered, lip quivering as you felt the slow burn of your approaching orgasm start to fade. "D-don't tease me. Please."

"Beg then." Did he just growl? Holy shit.

Embarrassed, but too horny to care, the words slipped through your lips with ease. "Please go faster, Taehyung. Please make me cum. Please."

Groaning, he unhooked your legs from around his waist and swung them around his shoulders, trapping his cock between your thighs and increasing the pressure against your clit. He didn't waste any time giving you what you wanted; long, fast thrusts, the friction against your clit by his long shaft making you delirious. You couldn't stop yourself from moaning his name, feeling his fingers press dents into your hips. You're eyes rolled into the back of your eyelids as you felt that fire building again, toes curling and thighs tightening.

The visual was unbelievable. It took Taehyung everything he had to not cum right then and there, but he knew you were close and he wanted - no, needed - to see you fall over the edge due to his touch.

A moment, and just the right angle was all it took, and you finally came undone beneath him. Head thrown back, hands pressing against the cold glass of the window for support, stomach tensing and legs shaking as his name fell from your lips in a sweet whine. Fuck. Taehyung had never seen anything more beautiful in his life.

As the embers of your orgasm faded, Taehyung slipped his cock from between your panties and thighs and lifted you into his lap. Grabbing a hold of his shoulders for support, still struggling to catch your breath, your lifted yourself, hovering above his lap. This time, Taehyung wasn't slick with his desire, trailing a hand down your ass, making you tense with anticipation as he yanked your panties away from your wet center.

Pressing the head of his cock at your entrance, he groaned as you once again sank down onto his length. A low moan escaped your throat as you felt his incredible girth stretch your walls, and Taehyung groaned in appreciation as your tight walls wrapped around him.

Finally, when a considerable amount was inside, you stopped. Taehyung wrapped his arms around your waist and rested his face against your neck. You sighed, the air finally feeling steady.

A few moments of peace passed between you two. Things felt very...cool. Calm. Intimate.

Taehyung lifted his head from its comfortable spot on your shoulders to rest upon your forehead...and smirked. Trailing his hands down your back, you felt him grip your ass firmly, making you tense.

"T-Tae...?" You stammered. "What are you doing?"

"Nothing." He quipped, his nose resting against your cheek. "Don't tense like that."

"Tae, I'm - hnngh." You squealed, feeling his hands grip your ass again, this time more firmly. Tae groaned beneath you, the tightening of your walls around him eliciting the sound. "I'm not -."

"Keep this up, and I'll have to punish you." You gasped, the seductive nature of his words lighting you up with excitement.

Tae leaned back onto the seat, licking his lips as his eyes ran down your form above him. His expression was stern, but his eyes were blown out in lust. His next words were low and deep.

"Or do you want me to punish you, Y/N?"

You gulped, too afraid to say anything. Yes, god yes! Please punish me, Tae! You wanted to say, but... You knew that if you tried to speak, your voice would betray you and the only thing you'd be able to reply would be incomprehensible squeaks or groans.

But you knew how to get him to do it.

So, resting your forehead against his and closing your eyes, your thighs tensed as you clamped down against him, Tae tensing beneath you as the tightening of your walls caused him to curse.

Without warning, he gripped you close to him as he flipped you onto your back, just barely grazing your head against the cup holder as he hiked your legs around his waist. Taking his hand in yours, you felt him slowly pull himself out before sharply thrusting half his length back into you, and you cried out in pleasure.

He built up his pace like that, moaning as he felt your walls tense around him, adding more length until he was fully sheathed inside with each thrust, keeping an eye on your reactions to make sure nothing he was doing was hurting you. Yet he wasn't. The pleasure you felt from this was incredible, hot waves cascading through your blood like lava. You didn't realize it in the moment, but you were a sweaty, shaking mess beneath him, a sight that had Taehyung cursing under his breath, fighting the urge to cum inside you right then and there.

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you felt him hit that spot within you, clit rubbing against his abdomen, pitch rising in your moans as you fought the wetness forming in your eyes from falling down your cheeks. You felt that familiar fire building inside you again, and Taehyung took notice.

Leaning close, he commanded, "don't cum."

You whined in protest, the fire in your veins getting hotter, but by god, it was so fucking hot seeing this side of Taehyung.

He chuckled lowly, nibbling at your earlobe as he increased his pace, making you whine and moan beneath him, squirming and failing to break out of his hold as you felt your orgasm draw closer and closer.

"Bad girls..." He continued, with a smirk on his face, his thrust now getting faster as he felt his own orgasm building. "...don't get to cum. Fuck!"

"Tae!" You cried out, the damn finally breaking in your tearducks, almost alarming Taehyung, until you begged, "Please. Please! Let me cum. Please!"

He groaned, the snapping of his hips into you now sloppy, fast, and too much to bare. Taehyung cursed into your neck, the knot in his stomach tightening as he felt himself getting closer and closer, your tight, wet cunt squeezing around him pushing him closer and closer to the edge.

"Not gonna - fuck - last long!" He groaned into your skin, his grip on your hand tightening. "Not wearing...condom." You gasped, realization dawning on you as the reality of his words sank in. "Gonna cum. Inside. You feel. So. Good!"

"Tae!" You begged, mentally thanking yourself for being on birth control. "Please. Please! Taehyung, don't stop. Harder! Fuck!"

That seemed to send him over the edge, as his pace became brutal, long thrusts slamming into your cunt over and over as he painted your walls with his cum. He held you down as your body shook under him fighting your own orgasm from erupting as he filled you.

As he came down from his high, he rose from on top of you, gaze falling to the sight where you both met, his cum now dripping from your center. It was so beautiful, it's almost like it was blinding...

Wait...

Taehyung's face fell as he looked up, meeting the eyes of a glaring, grumpy rescuer with a flashlight. Quickly, he pulled you up into his lap, shielding you from the intrusive light's glow, his face now red with embarrassment. The rescuer motioned for him to roll down the window, which he did, letting a burst of cold air into the car causing you both to hiss in annoyance.

"Are you Y/N and Kim Taehyung?" You buried your face into Taehyung's neck, too embarrassed to look the man in the eye and answer him. Taehyung nodded, his expression unreadable. "We're going to get you both out of here. Do you two need a minute to change?"

#bts reaction #bts series #bts fiction #bts #bts imagines #bts v #bts v x reader #bts kim taehyung #bts taehyung #kim taehyung #i hope you like it #i worked really hard on this #i know i don't post often #but your feedback means the world #so don't be afraid to @ me or comment or reblog #maybe the heat has been making me kind of crazy #because this fantasy has been all i could think about for the past 2 weeks lol #so enjoy!

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Captured Moments Pt. 6

A/N: You are an artist given the chance to work with BigHit Ent. as their Creative Art Director. Getting to spend time with BTS, you form a friendship with them. But With Namjoon, could it grow into something more?

Characters: Namjoon x Artist!Reader

Warnings: soft Namjoon, soft and fluffy OT7, fluffiness galore

Word Count: 1272

WHY IS HE SO FLUFFY!!!!!!!! cr to gif owner

Jin, Taehyung, and Jungkook were playing Overlord on the television when Namjoon got home. "It's about time you.." Jin started before he glanced up and saw Namjoon's wistful look. "What's got you all smiley?" He quipped, a hint of a smile showing. "Did you have a good time today? Y/N really put a lot of thought into your shoot today, didn't she?"

"Yes, yes she did. I wanted to thank you all for helping out with keeping it a secret. I feel refreshed and revitalized", he wasn’t really looking at any of them as he made his way to the kitchen. Jin handed his controller to Jimin and followed Namjoon. Once they were alone, Jin placed a hand on his friend's shoulder. "What happened?"

"Nothing?" Now, Namjoon was not good at lying, especially to Jin.

"Look at me Namjoon." He waited until Namjoon looked at him, a dream look in his eyes. "Shit! Did you? Did you two do something?" Jin's signature smirk came into view and Namjoon covered his hyung's mouth with his hand. "Shhh! You can't tell anyone! But yeah, we kissed. Jin. It was amazing. It felt like, I can't even describe it. But you have to promise me you won't tell anyone. She's afraid of losing her job, and worried that if anyone finds out I'll lose everything too."

"You know you can trust me. So, what now?" Namjoon looked around, making sure no one else could hear them. "we're just going to see how it unfolds. Let time lead. Who knows. I really like her, Jin. She feels like a kindred spirit and when we're together, it's comfortable. We get each other."

"Man, you've got it bad!" Jin laughed, quickly hushing before the others heard.

Stolen glances, finding ways to see each other in the halls, an ‘accidental meeting’ here and there in the cafe. That's how you and Namjoon found ways to connect. Sure, it wasn't ideal, but those moments led to learning about each other. One day at lunch, you told Namjoon about the upcoming shoot for Yoongi's theme. " I know he's struggled with things in his past, I hope it doesn't make him uncomfortable" you told Namjoon over one of the sudden 'run-ins'.

" He's come a long way, he told us that he really liked what you drew up, I think if it bothered him he would have told you."

“I just don’t want to dredge up old memories that would be uncomfortable for him.” You sat back in your chair, mulling over what you had envisioned for Yoongi. He had been vocal in the past about his struggles, even writing a few songs about it. You could only hope that he had come far enough out on the other side to look back and see just how far he had come. “Maybe I can meet with him beforehand, go over it once more before filming.” Namjoon agreed and you pulled out your phone to text him.

Y/N Artist Extraordinaire: Yoongi can you meet with me?

I want to go over your shoot for tomorrow.

Yoongi: Sure, how about later today.

Will be in the recording studio

Come by whenever

You looked at the time, noticing that Namjoon’s lunch break would be over any minute now. “Will I get to see you later?” you asked hopefully. “Yes, of course. We are breaking early tonight, we have an interview tomorrow. Maybe we can catch up before everyone goes to bed?” Just then, his alarm went off, alerting you both that your time together was over. Clearing your table, you walked with him to the elevator, the two of you stepping inside alone. The moment the door closed, he had his arms around you. Pulling you against his tall frame, he bent down, placing a chaste kiss to your lips. You craved more, but knew that the doors would open an second now. Holding his arms for support, you let him lead the moment. He kissed your nose then your forehead, pulling you tightly against him in a hug. “I can’t wait to see you tonight.” He said wistfully.

“Me too.” you whispered against his chest. Feeling the elevator come to a stop, you released each other just in time for the doors to slide open. You told him goodbye, then exited, turning down the long corridor to your studio. After sitting at your desk and accomplishing nothing, you figured it was as good a time as any to go see Yoongi.

You could hear the music wafting down the hall as you approached Yooongi’s studio. You opened the door carefully, making sure to make as little noise as possible. You leaned against the wall, letting the sounds wash over you. When he was here, he was in his own universe. He poured his heart and soul into his music, that was evident. The world around him disappeared as he immersed himself in his art.

“Jenjang!” he swore under his breath. You cleared your throat, letting him know you were there. “Aish! Y/N, you scared me.” He spun in his chair, turning around to face you.

“Sorry Yoongi, I just wanted to listen for a minute. It sound really good. Is this something new?” He nodded, placing his headphones on the soundboard.

“ Yeah, I just can’t seem to get this one part just right. I keep playing it over and over, but something is missing.” You frowned at his frustration. Of all the members, he was the hardest on himself, spending long hours until everything was perfect.

“Maybe setting it aside for a bit will help? Hopefully tomorrow’s shoot will be a good distraction?” You were hoping it would be just that, a time to step away and reflect.

“Ahh, yeah. You wanted to talk about tomorrow. What’s up?” he leaned back in his chair, arms crossed behind his head.

“Well, first off I want to say am really excited for what your shoot will be, but, I want to make sure that you really are okay with it. I mean, I know your theme is a bit dark, so to speak, and I want to ask if you are good with what I am hoping to portray.” He rocked in his chair, thinking over what you had envisioned for him.

“I think I am. I am at a good place right now, and I know that you want to use my theme as a way to reach others. For that alone I am excited for the shoot. Will it be hard? Maybe? But I know your intentions, and I know that you would work with me if any problem arose.” You nodded immediately.

“Of course I would. I want all of you to be at ease during these. I think you will be pleased with the set, and the young man who will be the younger you is very sweet. I think you two will get along nicely.”

“It’s settled then. I really am okay with this, Y/N, so don’t worry. What time do you want me on set?” You told him as soon as the interview was over, to meet you at your studio. The set would be ready when he arrived. Hugging him bye, you got up to leave. Stopping at the door you turned back to him.

“You’ll get it Yoongi, I have faith in you. It’s in there and you will find it. Just don’t fret over it.” He smiled that gummy slime and waved you goodbye. Heading back to the studio you could once again hear the music filling the hallway, a smile on your face.

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kmseokjins · 5 years

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Waste It On Me (Chapter 7)

Fandom: BTS Pairing: BTS x Reader / Future OT7 x Reader Warnings: n/a in this chapter Genre: fluff Summary: [Name] gets a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, Jungkook & Jimin are troublemakers, and just what does Yoongi mean?

Notes: I should be working on Chapter 8.....so have Chapter 7!

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“[Name], there you are! Quickly, quickly, we have to go!” You’ve barely stepped through the door into the studio when your boss is practically shoving you back out the way you came.

“Wha-,” You sputter, letting your boss drag you along back down the hallway to the elevators. “What’s going on? We have clients today!” You’re promptly ignored for the moment as your boss guides you into the elevator by your elbow.

“Jisoo and Doyoung have it under control until we get back,” Your elbow is finally released as your boss, Han Jae-wan, presses the lobby button. “You and I have a meeting to attend.”

“Oh, um...what’s the meeting about? Who is it with?” You had only set in on one meeting before with Jae-wan, and that was when you’d been promoted to work as his assistant over a year ago. “..It’s good, right?”

Jae-wan turns to look at you, “It’s a contract, and yes, it’s a good thing.” He looks you up and down a moment, evidently noticing you’re nervous look, “Relax, [Name].”

You nod absently, stiffening at the sound of multiple notifications from your phone in your bag. “I’m sorry,” You mumble to him, fishing out your phone and putting it on silent.

8 new text messages. You stare at the notifications before tapping on the group chat with the boys, scrolling through the missed messages ( “good morning even though you snuck out on me @[name]” “i hope you have a good day at work!” “aww that’s so sweet” “shhhh” “go back to sleep it’s too early” “i can’t i lost my snuggle buddy” “i’ll come snuggle” ). You shake your head at the messages, shooting a quick good morning in the group chat before you slip your phone back into your bag.

The elevator doors ding as they open and you jog quickly after Jae-wan’s long strides through the lobby and out the front door. You’re immediately coming to a halt at the sight of the black sedan waiting at the curb. Jae-wan is halfway into the back seat before you’re shuffling forwards to follow in after him.

“You never told me who the meeting is with,” You clutch your bag to your chest after you close the door, the sedan pulling away from the curb to merge with the morning traffic. Whoever it was had to be important, sending a vehicle to collect your boss. You were curious as to why he had brought you along, although you guessed perhaps he was hoping to give you some experience in dealing with bigger clients, especially if you ever managed to get out on your own in the photography business.

Jae-wan glances over at you for a moment, pausing in whatever he was typing on his phone, “It’s a meeting with BigHit Entertainment,” He answers, before promptly returning to his phone. “That should tell you how important this meeting is.”

Oh shit. Shit, shit, shit.

You chuckle nervously before clamping a hand over your mouth to stop any more noises from escaping.

They knew.

They were coming to sue you six ways from Sunday and make sure you never had a career ever again. Hell, they were probably preparing to kick you out of South Korea right now. Could they do that? With certainty, your brain confirmed.

When the sedan came to a stop, you were on the verge of bolting or fainting right there; your brain couldn't comprehend which was the best idea.

With a shaking hand, you grabbed the door handle and opened it, stepping out of the vehicle and out of the way for Jae-wan to exit the vehicle, shuffling after him with a sense of dread in your stomach.

It had been a month since you’d been here with the boys. Then, the building hadn’t seemed so daunting. Now? You felt like a pig being lead to slaughter.

Your routine with the boys hadn’t changed much in the past couple weeks. You definitely found yourself staying over more often, usually snuggled up with Taehyung in his bed (last week you’d even woken up to Jimin and Jungkook practically sprawled on the both of you). Despite the fact that part of you wanted to go on a real date with Taehyung, you honestly didn’t mind hanging out at the dorms with the seven of them. It felt natural, and besides, you couldn’t very well go out on the town with Taehyung. It would be nearly impossible with his Idol status, even with a disguise. That would be tempting a scandal.

“Are you alright, [Name]?” Jae-wan was looking down at you with concern, and you could only blink at him when you realized you were both in one of the elevators. “Not getting sick, are you?”

You shook your head in response, “N-no. Just...just nervous.” Your half smile was forced, busing yourself with adjusting your bag.

“Don’t be. It’s fine, nothing to worry about.” Jae-wan opens his mouth to say something else, but the elevator doors opening stop him from doing so. He pats you on the shoulder before leading the way out of the elevator. You groan and follow after him, keeping your head down and trying not to make eye contact with anyone. God forbid you see the boys.

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Jae-wan and yourself are directed to a boardroom, shown into the mostly windowed room by a woman that you don’t catch the name of before she’s gone, leaving you two alone. Jaw-wan had no problem taking a seat at the large table, but you pace back and forth (casually) in front of the windows. You can feel Jae-wan watching and judging you, but he leaves you be for the fifteen minutes you’re left alone before an older woman rushes into the room.

“My apologizes for making you wait Han Jae-wan-ssi, [Last] [First]-ssi,” She apologizes, giving a bow before she promptly sits down in a chair diagonally from Jae-wan and closest to the door. “I’m Park Seo-Yeon.”

You stand for a few moments before you quickly grab the chair across from her and sit down, nervously shifting your gaze from Jae-wan to her and back again. You try to pay attention to their conversation, but you can’t focus on anything other than the thoughts of how this is where your career ends and your boss is going to be humiliated to hear it first hand.

“[Name].” Jae-wan's hiss of your name has you straightening abruptly in your seat, whipping your head to look at him. “Are you comfortable with that?”

You blink rapidly at him for several moments before you manage to clear your throat, “Can...can you repeat that?” With how wide your eyes are, you hope he’ll be nice enough to explain what’s going on.

“I have prior engagements that conflict with the schedule they want me for,” He’s giving you an aspirated look now, “I want you to step in for me instead. Are you comfortable with that?” Something brushes your arm and you glance down at the paper that Jae-wan has slid over to you.

With a glance, you note the dates before hastily looking back up at your boss, “You want me to take your place as the photographer?” You ask in disbelief, glancing at Seo-yeon before back to Jae-wan, “For…three weeks?”

“There’s a reason you’re my assistant and why I brought you with me.” His lips twitch, like he’s trying not to laugh at your sputtering. “I trust you, and you need to spread your wings, so to say.”

“I..I would be honored.” You breathe, inwardly trying to calm yourself. BigHit wasn’t out to kill you...yet.

“Wonderful! I will be back shortly with the contracts and papers for you to sign and fill out.” Seo-yeon declares before she’s up and rushing out the glass doors, leaving you and Jae-wan alone again. Relaxing in your seat for the first time, you absently scan the paper in front of you again, curious as to who the contract involves.

2 words jump from the page that make you completely freeze in your seat.

“See? I told you there was nothing to worry about.” Jae-wan muses on your left, but you can’t quite acknowledge him, too busy processing who your contract is with.

Bangtan Sonyeondan.

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After the contracts and papers were all signed, you had practically raced out of the BigHit building, a stark contrast to hours earlier when you’d been dragging your feet. Jae-wan and yourself had promptly returned to the studio, greeted by cheers when Jae-wan broke the news to your co-workers. Several of your co-workers expressed their envy of your recent contract throughout the rest of the day as work resumed.

By the end of the day, you were bursting at the seams to tell the boys about your news. They had invited you over for dinner and game night, the usual on a Friday night. It was still somewhat early, so you headed home to your apartment first. You wanted to change out of your work clothes, take a shower, and pack a few clothes before you headed to the dorms.

You’re drying yourself off when your phone pings on the counter. You unlock your phone and tap on the notification.

JK: Are you home, [Name]-ah?

You: Yes

Jiminie: Let us in!

JinJin: You said you were going out for MILK

You fumble for your robe, tying it quickly and tightly as you sprint through your apartment to the front door, unlocking the door and pulling it open to reveal Jungkook and Jimin nervously standing in the hallway. Neither need no prompting to rush inside your apartment. You abruptly shut the door, locking it back and rounding on the two, hands on your hips. They’re both dressed dark, sporting a face mask, and a baseball cap pulled low.

“What are you two doing!?” The three of you ignore the numerous notifications from your phones.

Jimin tugs down his face mask, offering a sheepish grin, “We went out to grab some banana milk and Kookie-ah got us turned around and I think some ARMY recognized us…”

“We realized where we were and we didn’t have a choice,” Jungkook added, nervously rubbing at the back of his head as he peers down at his phone. “Hyungs are upset..” He mutters, prompting you to lean forward to look at his screen.

Jin-Hyung: You weren’t supposed to go that far!

Tae-Hyung: You left? Without ME?

Joon-Hyung: They left? When?

Hobi-Hyung: When Jin chased you out of the kitchen, they snuck out

Jin-Hyung: You LET them leave?

Yoongi-Hyung: Hobi and I didn’t think they would wander that far

Leaning back, you sighed and rubbed a hand over your face. “Okay, okay. We can figure this out.” You gestured down at yourself quickly, “Let me go change into some clothes.” You point a finger at the two members, “Stay. Don’t move.” Satisfied you’d scared them into staying put, you marched back into your bedroom to change.

You’re half-dressed when Jungkook shuffles into the bathroom, phone pressed to his ear. “Noona, Hyung wants to talk to you,” His voice startles a shriek from you as you whirl to face him. Jungkook immediately turns red and whirls around to put his back to you, holding the phone away from his ear with a wince. (“What was that!?”) Jungkook promptly covers his eyes with his free hand and offers the phone out towards you blindly.

You take the phone from his hand, tugging your t-shirt that barely covers your thighs down as much as you can, “Sorry, he just startled me, that’s all.”

“Can you get them back here without drawing anymore attention?” Namjoon.

“I’ll try. Did any of them follow you here, Kookie-ah?” You direct your question to the maknae, who turns to face you, hand clamped firmly over his eyes still.

“Um, I don’t know? We kind of just ran, not sure if they were close enough to follow,” Jungkook answers with a shrug.

“I don’t think any of them saw where we ducked into,” Jimin voices as he pokes his head around the corner, furrowing his eyebrows in question at Jungkook before his attention lands on you. His eyebrows go up and he grins, “I hope there’s more to your outfit than just that, [Name]-ah. You’re going to give the poor maknae a heart attack.”

You shoot the dancer a glare, “I’ll figure it out, Joonie. We’ll see you soon.” You end the call before Namjoon or the others can protest. You place the phone back in Jungkook’s open palm and point towards the door, “Out, both of you.” Jungkook briefly bumps into the doorframe before Jimin guides him through the doorway. You shut the door once they’re out, moving to finish getting dressed before they decide to bust back in for whatever reason.

Finished getting dressed and ready, you grab your phone and order an Uber before you open your bathroom door to step into your bedroom. Jimin and Jungkook immediately straighten on your bed at your entrance, focusing on you instead of the phone they’d been hunched over. “I ordered an Uber. Should be here in 10 minutes. I have to finish packing a few things.” You mutter absently to them as you move around your room. Both of them watch you the whole time, silently.

By the time you had a bag packed and ushered the two boys from your room, you had two minutes left before the Uber showed up. Pulling your hair into a ponytail, you pulled a baseball cap over your head, digging around in your bag and pulling out a plain black face mask and slipping it on.

“Okay, troublemakers. Let’s go.” Jimin laughed as you ushered them out the door, locking your apartment behind you. “I’m not saving you from your Hyungs,” You lead the way down the hallway, taking the stairs two at a time with Jungkook and Jimin on your heels, hats pulled low.

The sun is almost set as you step out into the fresh air, glancing around in search of the Uber that should be here any second. You stop at the edge of the sidewalk, briefly noting Jimin and Jungkook pressing up against you on either side.

Jungkook looks a bit more nervous than Jimin, and you reach out to grab Jungkook’s hand, giving him a gentle squeeze, “Breathe,” You tell him, “I won’t let ARMY take you away.” Your eyebrows raise when he grips your hand back, just as you spot the Uber pulling up to the curb. You pull your hand from Jungkook’s at the sound of your phone ringing, reaching back to grab it. Taehyung’s face flashes across the screen and you smile as you answer it, “Hey, we’re just getting in the Uber now. We-,”

You’re cut off by a sudden shout from across the street, immediately looking for the source of the noise, which happens to be several young girls opposite. “What was that?” Taehyung asks in your ear, but you don’t answer him right away, taking note of their phones, and the fact that one of them seems to be brave enough to start to cross the street, encouraging the others as well.

“Go, go,” You’re practically unceremoniously man-handling Jimin and Jungkook into the back of the Uber as quick as you can, eyes on the girl who has apparently increased her speed walking. You ignore Jungkook’s protests as you promptly shut the door, stepping back from the vehicle as the driver doesn’t hesitate in pulling away from the curb.

“[Name]-ah! What’s going on!?” Taehyung is practically squawking against your ear before you pull the phone away to point with it, indicating down the street and away from yourself, “Ya! Is that J-Hope!?” Despite being rather silly, at least to you, the girl falters in her path as she twists to look along with the other girls. As soon as she does so, you’re hefting your bag over your shoulder and walking as fast as you can down the sidewalk in the direction the Uber went.

“Sorry, I got left behind. Troublemakers are on their way,” You speak into the phone as you round the corner down the street, “Might have man-handled Jiminie and Kookie more than I meant to.”

Laughter echoes over the phone in the background, and you briefly wonder if Taehyung has you on speakerphone, before you hear Yoongi chortle, “They probably rather enjoyed it.”

You laugh at the comment, turning to glance over your shoulder. None of the girls seemed to have followed you. You relax, but keep your quick pace walking.

“Hobi-Hyung is talking to Jimin right now. Apparently Jungkook wants to go back for you.”

“No, I’m fine. I can get another Uber. They don’t need to come back.”

“Maknae is worried. Is he thinking she got mobbed by ARMY?”

“Oh please, it’ll take more than a few teenage girls to take me down. I’m going to order a new ride. ARMY might not kill me tonight, but that walking distance just might.”

It takes you a few seconds to pull up the app and get a new Uber, sighing softly as you sit on a bench to wait, bringing the phone back to your ear. “Okay, Uber ordered. 5 minutes.”

“I’m sorry you had to deal with this,” Namjoon apologizes, “Seems like the younglings are restless.”

“Don’t worry about it, Joonie. It adds a bit of excitement to my otherwise boring life,” You shrug your shoulders, despite the fact that none of them can see you do so, “Just glad they didn’t get mobbed by ARMY. A lot of them are polite, but you know how some fans can be.” You knew the boys had heard first hand how crazy fans can get when it comes to Idols. It was bad enough reading about it in the news.

“There’s my Uber, I’ll see you guys in a bit, okay?”

“Okay, be careful.”

“She want to help man handle the two troublemakers when she gets here?”

“Hyung-”

You ended the call as you stood to reach the curb, shaking your head just as your Uber stopped to wait. You slid into the backseat and shut the door, glancing down at your phone screen at the notification of a missed call from Jungkook. Had you not been heading to the dorms, you might have called the maknae back, but you decided not to.

Jimin and Jungkook would make it to the dorms before you, and if traffic wasn’t bad, they should be there any minute now. You figured it was a good thing you wouldn’t be there until shortly after; you could only imagine what Yoongi had meant by man-handling.

For now, you decided you didn’t want to know.

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taerodactyl · 6 years

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BTS Theories

So this is mostly based on HYYH era MVs and the LY Highlight Reels, as well as the LY teaser photos as translated by peachisoda, risingbangtan, and bulletproof_sg that were reposted on reddit (found here) “HYYH: The Notes” that were include in the LY albums, translated by SnKHeart on wattpad (found here). There are a few errors or holes in it that I will update later, most revolving around Jimin and Jungkook, but this is what I have so far:

Please keep in mind that I pieced all of this together myself, so it is not necessarily accurate or what the BigHit writers were going for, also I did not pay attention to the chronological order of the videos as they were released and pieced them together to make more sense in a story-type way. If you disagree with anything, find anything wrong, or want to add something to this, then let me know because this version is always going to be open to change (:

Namjoon tried to continue his adult life (INU; Gas station) and he became a sense of stability for Taehyung, who always confided in him when something was wrong because Taehyung was still a child in his mind. He chose to take his childhood away when he took the life of his father (INU 19+ ver.) which is why Namjoon is the only sense of stable adulthood in his life. He sees him as someone who can get their life together and maintain a stable job, while he cannot even control his feelings and emotions.

Yoongi’s mother died in a house fire and her beloved piano burnt down with it. Since then he swore to never touch a piano again (HYYH: The Notes) but it's worse for him because Jungkook, his loyal dongsaeng, confides in him and tells him his problems. Naive Jungkook doesn't realize that Yoongi has problems of his own because he keeps to himself so Yoongi literally leaves school and Jungkook behind and they don't see each other for a long time. Yoongi meets a girl (highlight reels) and he pushes her away because he believes that he isn't someone who is worthy of her (LY teaser poster trans.) and pushes her away and it's seen in INU that on the bed he lays on, someone had been there before because the sheets are wrinkled, so we're only left to assume it's the girl he loves but pushed away from the highlight reels. That's also why he is seen burning things down because his childhood home was burnt down and fire brings back his childhood pain, it brings back the only problem he had encountered as a child as opposed to his adult life which is filled with problems. He wants to go back.

Hoseok has narcolepsy (which was confirmed by Hoseok himself in the making of INU) which explains the pills. He befriended Jimin in junior high/high school (estimate from HYYH notes; there's no specific dates, just year numbers that aren’t placed in relation to their lives) and Jimin was said to go to the hospital frequently and after being discharged from the hospital, he would always move schools. At one point, Jimin had a seizure and Hoseok had blamed himself for it because Jimin had moved schools immediately after, they somehow lost contact which was odd to me because J-Hope was said to have been taken in by Jimin’s family, but until further interpretation is found, I’m going to assume that he meant in a “this is my son’s best friend, so he’s like our son” kind of way.

Jimin, because of his condition (which was never directly stated, but it is said that he had a seizure, so maybe he had epilepsy) and constant moving, wanted to be normal. At the same time though, he wanted to die because he could never fit in and could never make friends because he never stayed at the same school for a long period of time. He sees videos of Hoseok dancing (HYYH notes) and wants to be like him, as he was his only sense of normal in his whole life. He learns how to dance as seen in the highlight reels but he never sees himself as an equal to Hoseok but still worse than him.

Taehyung was depressed because he killed his father who had been abusing him and his sister his whole life and felt guilty not because he killed him but because his sister left and turned to a life of delinquency because of Taehyung killing their father. She never had a stable sense of an adult in her life, so she never had someone to tell her not to steal and keep her from doing bad things. Taehyung was the same way, but because of Namjoon, he learned how to free himself from his dark past and be there for his sister which he had once abandoned (This is all assuming that the girl in Taehyung’s scenes in the highlight reels is his sister and not a girl or interest which is why they're like strangers because they've fallen so far apart after their fathers death that they are no longer familiar with each. This is also why he gets so angry and pays for her when she tries to steal)

Jungkook was bullied and beaten up by classmates in black hoods (INU, HYYH Notes), he confides in Yoongi but Yoongi left because he had his own problems so when Yoongi left, he picked up the one thing that reminded him of Yoongi; the piano. He learned songs that Yoongi once played in a similar manner to Jimin idolizing Hoseok and learning his dances). He eventually falls off the school rooftop/gets ran over (I haven’t found enough evidence to conclude which one it is, because in INU there is a scene in which Jungkook is seen with an approaching car but it doesn’t guarantee that he is hit by a car. Same thing with the roof thing, in the HYYH notes it is hinted that he did/could have fallen off of the school roof, but wasn’t said for sure.) He then ends up in a wheelchair and in a hospital for a prolonged period of time and he meets a girl he's interested in but she leaves long before he can get any of her contact information and is left alone yet again.

So with Jin, It's seen in the last highlight reel that he went back in time to save his girl that got ran over. So my theory is that he can not only travel in time but between universes; like doctor who on steroids. And every music video/grouping of music videos represents a different universe in which different decisions are reflected: one in which Jungkook gets hit by a car (INU) and one where he doesn't (literally every other MV), one in which Taehyung is evil and Hoseok is good (BTS kor. ver.), and one where it's the opposite (BS&T Jap. ver.), and one in which Jin’s girl dies and one in which she doesn't, etc. So Jin being an inter-dimensional traveler sees all of these worlds which is why he's always seen as being distant and like a guardian of sorts, watching over the boys and making sure they stay out of trouble (On stage prologue, he’s seen at a distance recording but never really near the boys; BS&T Jap. ver., he’s seen as the “overlooker” of their worlds so to speak and kind of just remains alone, same with INU) but every time he goes back to save one who is dying, another must die. So whenever he makes the decision to go back and alter time in some way, it happens to another person or in another dimension (I got this idea from the TV show Pushing Daisies in which a man is given the power to kill someone by touching them once, but if he touches them again, someone close to that person dies and that person comes back to life.) because you must replace a death with another death or it throws time out of balance which explains the wormhole in many of their videos, in specific, the Japanese version of BS&T. Jimin from one universe meets Jimin from another universe by traveling through a wormhole created by Jin's time traveling and he ultimately dies AND blows up the surrounding universe. This also explains why Jin is always seemingly depressed, he HAS TO WATCH ALL OF HIS FRIENDS DIE OVER AND OVER AGAIN. And of course, this will eventually continue until the universe chooses him as the one to die in place of another one of the boys, which in theory is why Jin is seen as distancing himself from the boys because he knows that for all of them to live, someone in the friend circle must die, and if he distances himself from them, when the universe chooses him, it won't hurt as much.

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clarz · 3 years

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[disclaimer: this is an archive of an old question i answered on curiouscat, copied and pasted so i can take advantage of tumblr's tagging system for organization. i'm mostly doing this for my own record-keeping purposes, so feel free to ignore this post and blacklist "clarz cc" to avoid seeing them in the future.]

answered April 9, 2020

Q (Anonymous): bighit's announcement today reminded me of when the epilogue concert happened and SO MANY PEOPLE thought that bangtan were gonna disband after that concert or one of them was leaving for the military just hearing their ments and it's even funnier to think of that now. it's been FOUR years and that exact thing will actually happen within a year at best (maybe a bit later given the covid situation? i feel like jin would get some sort of extension so they can get back the money they've lost with the cancellation). it's not really funny but it does make me laugh a bit. so many things happened in those 4 years wow

A: it's really unfortunate timing, and it makes me rly feel for them. they all get so upset when they have to miss even one concert, even for things beyond their control, and so with this tour being so high stakes bc of jin's enlistment i'm sure they're all super stressed about it. of course we're all stressed right now, about a bunch of things! the world is falling apart! but yeah, fandom always has a lot of speculations, because that's what we do, and it's funny to see which ones end up panning out and which ones don't. it's part of why i kind of avoid the part of stan twitter where people are like I'VE FIGURED OUT THE NEW CONCERT DATES OBSERVE MY BLURRY SCREENSHOTS etc bc it can get so hysterical and then it's like! we don't even know anything! stan fandom can be such an emotional rollercoaster all the time, so i at least try to avoid getting super worked up about anything that we don't Know For Sure, because it's out of my hands and it just becomes this thing people fixate on obsessively without real evidence one way or the other, and it's too much for me to handle on an emotional level lol!

answered April 9, 2020

Q (Anonymous): i still haven't been able to watch namjoon's vlive because i don't think i'm ready to handle him being so stressed and frustrated for this situation (it's silly i know) i'm really glad he talked about it but i'm also sad that we can't do anything to make it better. i hope they'll all find a way to process this situation as best as they can, given how much they wait for performances and how much they want to share them with the public.

A: i don't think it's silly at all to monitor the kinds of content you're exposing yourself to! it can be really hard to watch other people's anxiety, especially when you have a strong emotional connection to them the way that we have with bts, so i think it's very reasonable and smart to avoid watching things that you know might make you upset or make you worry more. it's particularly hard in this situation because like you said, there's not really any action we can take to make the situation better (aside from STAYING AT HOME, which, in some ways, is kind of the opposite of taking an action), so all we can do is try to stay sane. i haven't watched it either for the same reason. seeing other people express anxiety can be very physically difficult for me, especially when i can't respond to it, it has a way of breaking down all the very carefully constructed mazes i have in my own head that protect me from having to confront my own feelings and i don't like it! so i feel you!

#clarz cc #anonymous #bangtan #long post

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iwritefanficposts-blog · 5 years

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Revenge (BTS X READER) part 1

“They say revenge is a dish that is best served cold and I am here to serve them.

Summary: All of the BTS members goes on a road trip to a secluded city in South Korea after their world tour ends; so they can enjoy their trip without being noticed. While coming back from their trip, all of them gets suspected as a murderer for the killing of Kang Hyena, a famous actress in South Korea. They all try to plead for innocent but not having enough evidence to prove their innocence they decide to hire the best lawyer that will defend them.

*DING*

“who is it?”

Taehyung opens the door and sees middle-aged women well dressed with a lot of folders on her hand.

“Good evening..... Mrs. Han?”

“Han Sera, I was sent by your boss Mr. Bang.”

“Come in, I will just bring others in a minute.”

“Sure”

Mrs. Han looks around the living room, breakfast still on the table and little messy but understandable since they are pretty busy nowadays.

“Main news this morning is the funeral held in memory for the renowned actress Y/F/N, allegedly murdered by the members of BTS. The Bighit Company and BTS members are pleading innocent and state that they are the victim of this whole plot and someone is trying to frame them.”

All the member gathers around and Yoongi turns off the T.V.

Mrs. Han greets to all of them as they bow in return.

“We didn’t kill her” Jungkook states.

Mrs. Han smiles, “well... it’s good that it is still allegedly, right?”

“Last time I spoke with Mr. Bang, he told me everything is in control?” Namjoon asks as they all sat around the dining table.

“Well... he doesn’t know that there is something more”

“What do you mean?”

“You guys will likely to be called to testify again or..”

“or what?”

“you guys are likely to be arrested tonight.”

“WHAT?”

“But we didn’t kill her” Jungkook raises his voice.

“Jungkook.. if you guys don’t mind can I call you by your first names? You guys are like my daughter’s age.”

They all nod.

“According to my source, the prosecutor has a last-minute witness who saw everything and will testify against you in the court. That could change everything.”

“Who is it?” Jin asks while Jimin is trying to call Mr. Bang who is not answering his phone.

“We don’t know yet but he/she or whoever it is.. will be taken to court in 3 hours.”

“Dammint, he is still not picking his phone” Jimin slams his phone angrily.

“But we told the truth, we have nothing to be afraid of.”

Mrs. Han smirks, “your truth has a lot of holes and that won’t prove your innocence. If you all want me to save you from this hole then I need details.”

They all look quiet, questioning her specs.

“In my 20 years of being a lawyer, I have never lost a case. I assure you that if you give me details, I will prove you all are innocent even though you murdered her.”

“Why do you think we are lying?” Hoseok asks after observing for a while.

He continues, “police have turned our dorm into a prison. We are all wearing this ankle belt thing and we are being watched 24/7. Don’t you think if we have anything to say then we will have said by now?”

“I don’t care. You have 3 hours to give me all the details and prove you’re innocent or we can all just spend the time watching some movies.”

Mrs. Han looks at all of them, “what I mean is stop whining and let’s start working.”

#jungkook #yoongi #taehyung #jimin #jhope #namjoon #jin #bts #bangtan #mystery #fanfiction #reader #y/n

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saharasnowfall · 6 years

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Regarding Birdie Gate

My BTS Asks posts, specifically the question regarding BigHit, come at an interesting time so I want to drop in some of my personal thoughts.

Background:

BTS were about to release a Japanese album, in which one of the songs, Bird, was penned by Akimoto Yasushi, a Japanese lyricist who is perceived to be a misogynistic, right-wing extremist.

Considering the sensitive socio-political history between Korea and Japan, the Korean side of fandom strongly voiced their concerns to BigHit and demanded that all collaborations with Akimoto be terminated immediately. When K-ARMY did not receive any response, they, understandably, reached out to I-ARMY for help. It should be noted that K-ARMY have disregard J-ARMY opinion on the matter, despite the facts that Akimoto collaboration is specifically intended for the Japanese fans.

Most I-ARMY tried to stay out of it or watched from afar with a neutral perspective while gathering more information, until K-ARMY started spamming twitter, fancafe, public forum, and vandalizing BH building with hostile notes. At one point, Jimin logged into fancafe and saw all the hateful comments left by K-ARMY. This pissed off a lot of I-ARMY who considered the fancafe to be safest place for BTS.

I-ARMY criticized K-ARMY for their poor handling of the situation, even accused them of running wild with dubious claims. K-ARMY offended by I-ARMY’s skepticism and being condescending toward I-ARMY for their ignorance of the issue and blind trust in BigHit.

It’s only been a couple of days since this controversy started but the situation has already spiraled into a huge ugly mess.

Finally, BigHit issued statement with the decision of removing Bird from BTS Japanese album.

Response to K-ARMY’s actions and their justifications:

1. BigHit and BTS are separate entities. K-ARMY are questioning BH and Bang PD’s decision as an effort to protect BTS. BTS is not to blame for the situation.

Eh I don’t think it works like that. Bird is promoted as BTS song in a BTS album. Also, it is well-known that BigHit give BTS a lot of creative freedom and control over their works. If BTS don’t want to work with Akimoto, there would not be any collaboration. If the collaboration is problematic, then BTS are right smack in the middle of the scandal, no matter how K-ARMY spin this.

2. K-ARMY spamming fancafe, which is considered to be BTS’ safe space. Jimin probably freaked out when he logged in and saw those hateful notes.

Aside from the hateful notes, which I can’t verify because I can’t read Korean so I’m not going to comment on that, I’m actually okay with K-ARMY spamming fancafe.

Fancafe was created as a channel of communication between BTS and ARMY. This communication channel works both way. ARMY should be able to utilize it, in a respectful manner, of course, to freely communicate their concerns and voice their criticisms.

So what if Jimin sees those comments? Jimin is my baby, okay. I call him baby because he is so damn cute. But he is a fucking adult. Let’s treat him like one.

Don’t baby him or the rest of Bangtan for that matter. Shower them with praises and love as you see fit. But also let them hear criticism when the situation warrants it.

There is no such thing as a safe space in the entertainment industry. If Jimin and the rest of BTS cannot handle criticisms, they are in the wrong business.

And I rather have BigHit, BTS, K-ARMY and I-ARMY duke it out in the fancafe and have their fights contained in private settings, even if the fights get ugly, than air them out in public. Which brings me to point # 3:

3. K-ARMY spamming twitter, public forums, Naver articles, etc.

K-AMRY say they want to protect BTS from public backlash, yet they’re bringing the issue directly to the public eye.

They’re pretty much screaming: “HEY GENERAL PUBLIC, GUESS WHAT. BTS IS GOING TO DO SOMETHING TERRIBLE THAT YOU’RE NOT GOING TO LIKE. TERRIBLE TERRIBLE THINGS. OH YOU WILL NOT LIKE IT AND YOU WILL BE VERY VERY ANGRY. BAD BAD BTS.”

The goal and the method to achieve that goal are not aligning. *sigh*

4. K-ARMY vandalizing BigHit’s building.

What the hell. Bad bad K-ARMY.

5. Akimoto is a misogynist that writes questionable lyrics. BTS should not associate themselves with someone like that.

Yeah, I read those lyrics. Definitely disgusting and misogynistic.

However, K-ARMY seemed stubbornly stuck on the lyrics of problematic songs, while ignoring his other songs where he writes about life struggles, self-acceptance, fighting against social ideals, you know, ideas that are very similar to BTS’ message.

Have we forgotten about War of Hormones, Expensive Girl, or Boy in Luv music video? It’s like judging BTS’ entire discography solely based on War of Hormones and completely ignore everything else they have done, including how much they have changed and grown. Is that how we want others to judge BTS? Because that is certainly how we judge Akimoto.

Okay, say that we can’t look past Akimoto’s misogynistic views and we make a stand that we don’t tolerate BTS working with anyone with questionable morals. Understandable. It is actually a good stand. May be a bit impractical in a business sense, but still a good, socially responsible stand.

Is K-ARMY going to demand for the immediate termination of all Supreme Boi’s works with BTS? Supreme Boi has been working closely with BTS for several years now and has probably produced some of your favorite BTS songs. Where is your outrage?

What about Chainsmokers? Nicki Minaj? What about Kanye West or Chris Brown, other other problematic artists that BTS have expressed interest in? Where is your concern?

K-ARMY not accepting Akimoto because he is a misogynistic individual or because he is a misogynistic Japanese individual?

I’m not saying that we don’t criticize BTS/BigHit for their association with questionable individuals, we should. But K-ARMY's selective judgement and inconsistent, even hypocritical, behaviors imply that there are other factors at play. That this is not just a case of ARMY “protecting” BTS. This is my main point.

6. Akimoto is a right-wing extremist. Considered the sensitive socio-political relation between Korean and Japan, BTS should not associate themselves with someone like that.

My issue is that K-ARMY have not provide any concrete evidence to support this claim. We can’t go around and accuse people of being a Nazi, a very serious accusation, without solid proof. I’m not sure about others, but I’m a big believer of the whole innocent-until-proven-guilty concept.

Actually, even some K-ARMY admits that this is more about “perception” rather than solid evidence. Which brings me to my next point:

7. “Whether he is actually a right wing or not, the general public PERCEIVES him that way, not just k-armys. Please understand that that is the point. The korean PERCEPTION of him is enough for them to rise in arms against the boys. That's what we don't want.”

Yes, negative perception, whether true or not, can have detrimental effect on BTS. But I don’t want to take the stand that false perception is more important than the truth. If the general public have some false perception of BTS, we can try to educate the public and correct that perception.

Sure, we might lose some support initially, but news flash, ARMY have been carrying BTS on their backs without general public’s support for years. Don’t forget, we have been through scandals before. We got through all of them and came out even stronger. We should not be afraid of false claims. The truth will prevail.

8. “This issue is important to the people of Korea. That's what you guys don't understand. The GP, when it comes to issues with Japan, NEVER just listen. It's THAT sensitive.”

I agree that we, I-ARMY, cannot fully understand the sensitivity of this issue. It is not our place to decide what is offensive or not to Koreans. It is not right for I-ARMY to dismiss and belittle K-ARMY’s opinions/feelings on this matter.

But K-ARMY did reach out to I-ARMY. Some did acted rudely and insensitively, but most of us was try to understand the situation with an objective eye. We asked for evidence, but were instead given lies and misinformation.

Even if I-ARMY cannot fully understand the sensitivity of issue because we are not Korean, BigHit and BTS would.

Have K-ARMY forgotten that BigHit and BTS are themselves Korean?

They grew up in Korean. They are Korean citizens. They know Korean history and share the same Korean culture, beliefs and sentiments that K-ARMY and the Korean general public have.

Even if BigHit is some incompetent company that does reckless harmful things, do we think that RM, Suga, Jin, J-hope, Jimin, V and Jungkook, all seven of them, would be so ignorant that they don’t know, or that they do know but dumbly choose to be insensitive about something that is so important to the Korean general public?

I trust BTS’ intelligence, knowledge and judgement, especially RM and Suga. They have shown to me that they are wise, mature and thoughtful adults.

But hey, may be BTS are that dumb because K-ARMY are so adamant that BTS don’t know what is harmful to them. K-ARMY clearly know better than BTS, than BigHit, than any of us!

BTS is not Akimoto’s first Kpop collaboration. There were no huge backlash from the Korean general public at PD48, MNET or MAMA for their association with Akimoto that could not be settled/resolved. I think that during one PD48 press conference, Korean media actually clarified the right wing controversy.

So K-ARMY, are you sure that you’re protecting BTS from credible threats? Concrete, significant, detrimental threats that would justify your extreme actions? Are you sure you are not blowing the issue out of proportion?

I’m going copy these here:

Well, I guess we won't ever have to worry about the general public turning on BTS. ARMY will do that and more before the public ever gets a chance.

What’s done is done.

K-ARMY, you got what you want. Congrats. But please handle yourself better in the future. Oh and the whole pathological willingness to manipulate news & spread lies in the name of "love and protection" thing, it is disturbing as hell. Stop it.

J-ARMY, sorry. :/ Hopefully BTS will find a new lyricist for Bird, re-record it and release it later under a different name for you.

Response to BTS/BigHit’s actions:

I’m not one to have blind faith in anyone or anything. Although I’m a big fan of BTS, I’m critical of their actions, as well as BigHit’s.

If BTS or BigHit do something questionable, ARMY should be able to voice our concerns. In this situation, while there is a better way for K-ARMY to communicate such concerns, had BigHit acknowledged the issue right away, things probably would not have gotten so out of control. I swear sometimes they are so frustratingly inept.

Honestly, I don’t think BTS/BigHit should cave to ARMY’s demands, especially if the demands are irrational. They should not reward all the bad behavior, the bullying, the harassment, the lies and manipulation. Today, we’re killing Birdie. Tomorrow, we’re kicking international playboy JungKook, or Jimin, or Taehyung out of BTS for dating because K-ARMY demand so.

Fans controlling artist’s creative works and even personal life is not new in Kpop. But for so long, BTS have been talking and singing about rising against society’s unreasonable expectations, about being themselves, being able to do what they want without fear. Look at IDOL’s lyrics:

Whatever the reason for your criticism is I know what I am I know what I want I never gon’ change I never gon’ trade

If BTS think that Akimoto is the best collaboration candidate for Bird and accusations against him are unfounded, then they should proudly release the song. Whether or not I agree with their decision, whether or not there are grave consequences, I would respect them for being brave enough to do what they think is right, even if it’s unpopular.

With that said, I do understand BTS/BigHit’s decision. Disappointed, but not surprised.

Yeah, BTS are artists. BTS are idols. They might know what they want, but they won’t be able to do what they want. They’re gon’ change & they’re gon’ trade, for the K-ARMY that claim to love them. It is fake love. And that is the saddest part. :(

Contrary to popular beliefs, I don’t think that it is BigHit is the one that rolled over. I think it’s BTS that caved in first. They probably had a call to discuss. BigHit asking BTS for their thoughts. BTS wanted to give in. BigHit agreed.

I’m not saying that BigHit would not have given into K-ARMY’s demands if it wasn’t for BTS. I think BigHit would arrive at the same decision even without BTS input because it is the most prudent business action with the least damage and the quickest way to put an end to this whole mess.

It’s just that BigHit would probably take longer time to consider various business implications (i.e. expansion to Japanese market for BTS AND their future groups, BigHit reputation to Japanese business partners, lost opportunities, lost profits, weighting pro & cons, etc.), while BTS’ first instinct is to stop the angry mob and make fans happy because they are the one that will come face to face with the fans.

We know that BTS, certain members and as a whole, are super soft and sensitive to K-ARMY’s criticism & demands. They would cave in first and trust that BigHit will deal with the other business fallouts later. Jimin didn’t put out that happy tweet for no reasons.

In the end, while I don’t complete agree with BTS/BigHit’s actions from a principle standpoint, I understand and respect their decision.

Just please don’t ever kick Jungkookie, or any members, out of BTS, okay.

#BTS #Ramblings #Birdie Gate

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