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ok-boke · 9 months

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ok-boke's Recommendation Masterlist pt. 3

Okay, so, this is my third masterlist. And each masterlist has about 50 stories, so 100+ stories in total. All I'm saying is I might have a problem, but these authors deserve recognition for their amazing works of art. They deserve to be spread out to more people, even if there's only a small amount people that see this. These authors deserve the world ♥︎

Marvel

Miles Morales

Heart With Thorns by @jrrantss

It all started with a simple stare. just a stare. nothing noticeable nor alluring in the least. Yet it still caught your attention. The moment you confronted the pair of eyes that burned holes into your back, you knew your life would never be the same again.

❝ white lies ❞ by @berriweb

LINK UP by @qkopi

you loved your boyfriend miles, you really do. he was everything you could ask for; he was handsome, gentle, and very caring towards you like a good boyfriend should be… but there’s also times where he would cancel dates out of nowhere and that would leave you to be disappointed and go home bored. miles then tried to make it up to you by planning to hangout at his place this today, but things go sideways when his twin brother decides to take things into his own hands..

Bereavement by @famwhy

Miles is missing, and all you can think about is getting him back. Upon finally finding him, however, you're taken aback by the copy that stands beside him—the same copy that was staring at you with wide, shaking eyes full of... disbelief?

Peter Parker

Part Of Your World by @waitimcomingtoo

Peter meets a girl who dreams of being where the people are

hoax by @waitimcomingtoo

when Peter strikes out with you but discovers you’re a fan of his alter ego, he gets you tangled in his web of lies

Miguel O'Hara

Across the Street by @quaintii

It's been a couple weeks since a new family moved in, across the street. You go pay them a visit with an offer.

The game of cat and spider by @lucywrites02

You are a criminal and he's a hero. You don't know each other's names, never seen the person behind the mask. You aren't enemies- you are supposed to be but that didn't work out quite well. You liked each other a bit too much, but your relationship was strictly…. Professional? What happens if you meet as normal people, with no masks and responsibilities in your way? What did the universe plan for you? And most importantly…. Will it last?

Daddy Issues by @drefear

Halo by @missdictatorme

You are an AI designed by Miguel. He gave you a unique voice, one he knew he would like listening to. He didn't really gave much thought to how you looked like when he made you a hologram form, he just choose a random picture of a woman from the internet. What happens when you ask for permission to design your own look?

my fate by @neteyamsluvts

while meeting miguel, he manages to take you away from your home and your father. yet after a while, you find yourself wanting to stay. until miguel reveals a awful truth

Web of Secrets by @liliacamethyst

Bittersweet Devotion by @diejager

IGOR by @papuhater

Bucky Barnes

i never thought you’d happen to me by @nickfowlerrr

Wade Wilson

Here’s To Us by @baka-bakeneko

Wade's street neighbor needs to use Wade's hot water.

Marc Spector + Steven Grant + Jake Lockley

Already over. by @m00nsbaby

With You by @ivystoryweaver

Eddie Brock/Venom

RUSH HOUR by @ghostheartfelt

you meet eddie during morning rush hour, vv understanding man who admires your connection with your customers and dedication towards your job. eddie's hungry for chocolate (n you), you pique interest in the host and his symbiote.

Miles Morales, Miguel O'Hara, Hobie Brown, Peter Parker (Spider-Noir)

THIS IS A LIFE by @mo0nfairy

in every universe, spiderman will inevitably lose the one thing that matters most to him: y/n l/n. miguel o'hara, peter parker, and hobie brown have all suffered through this story. they soon discover another version of you is alive, bound to fall in love with miles morales and to die abruptly. with the prospect of a second chance and a newfound obsession, these four men will do anything to keep you at their side.

Avatar

Jake Sully

A Child of the Stars by @berry-blue03

you are Jake Sully's six year old daughter, who goes with him to Pandora. Takes place during the first Avatar movie

ꜰᴀʟꜱᴇ ɢᴏᴅ by @teyamsatan

Being one of two human kids left behind after the war, Jake has never seen you as anymore than a little stray cat, always hanging around his village and his kids. All will change one day when the two of you are stranded together, and he gets to discover there's more to you than he ever thought - enough to risk everything he's built for himself in the last 24 years of his life.

Prrnen by @cryinginthemoonpool

You and Jake were simply having a fling, with two different ideas: he was bored and you were in love...Unaware of the consequences, you end up pregnant...And with Jake running away from fatherhood, you have to deal with it on your own, for now...

Tsu'tey te Rongloa Ateyo'itan

Do you hate me? by @byunpum

You are the eldest Sully daughter, you are adopted. All your life you have grown up watching tsu'tey, and your feelings for him have grown. Everything changes when one day you go hunting with your crush.

Miles Quaritch

Sweet like cherry by @pandoraslxna

Miles has a secret admirer and apparently, she has a thing for photography.

Damsel, let me de-stress you… by @quaritchsluts

Y/N te Suli Neytiri’ite is captured and imprisoned by Colonel Miles Quaritch and his squad, alongside her childhood friend - Spider - when attempting to aid her younger siblings whom were cornered by the recom team when exploring the woods. As Jake Sully’s eldest child, she knows it won’t be long until her father bites back at the recombinants, as does Miles. Because, how dare he take his precious daughter? His firstborn? So, with the odds against him — as well as the clock — and not to mention the displeased dad on his tail, Miles knows he must do whatever it takes to get all the information out of her that he can. Whatever it takes.

Neteyam te Suli Tsyeyk'itan

Ghost girl by @byunpum

After their village was destroyed by humans, Y/N must seek refuge in the forest. Her being rescued by a peculiar family, she discovering that her gift had led her to them.

i remember her hands. and the way the mountains looked. by @vampsywrites

In which the Sullys approach the mountain clan for sanctuary. The Olo'eykte agrees but proposes one condition: Toruk Makto's eldest son must be promised to her daughter. Surprisingly, instead of the solemn response one would expect, Neteyam agrees almost instantaneously.

Jealousy by @eyweveng

You have a secret relationship with Neteyam but find out terrible news from your bestfriend.

~To You He Feels Like Home~ by @ghoul-bonez

You were born to the forest, wild by nature, wild by nurture, and surely wild in spirit. Your animal family had always warned you about strangers, the odd people who looked like you, but when one approaches you, you can’t help but be curious. When your curiosity wears off and you deem him weird enough you’re convinced you’ll never see him again, but Eywa has other plans.

Lo'ak te Suli Tsyeyk'itan

twin flames by @strangerdangerwrites

Eywa has bonded the Son of the Forest and Daughter of Ember over the pain and grief towards the Sky People.

Ao’nung

Fated Mates by @anemonelovesfiction

-stars- by @adhdduckie

When Y/N, and the sullys first reach the reef, a boy catches her eye, and she does her best to catch his attention. She doesn't believe he likes her back, and she thinks it's ridiculous that she's so whipped for this boy. He seems to have no interest in her.

Ronal & Tonowari

Connection by @blue-sadie

Traveling with the sullys to the Metkayina village and tonowari and ronal falling in love with you at first sight and feeling a connection to you.

Neteyam & Lo'ak

Do It If You Dare by @aonungswifeyy

Picture her being quaritch’s daughter, who tries to kill lo’ak but she gets captured by neteyam and by the end of it all, quaritch finds out she now belongs to both lo’ak and neteyam

Reunion by @yourstrulybluelover

The Sullys have been away for years. They have just returned to the Forrest, not only bringing with them joy and hope but also uprooting masked feelings.

"The Love Shack" by @vivid-ink

You’d heard the whispered speculations and stifled giggles during the daytimes. You’d seen the furtive glances that the other women cast at Neteyam and Lo’ak through coquettish eyes, cheeks stained a blushing mauve as they exchanged coy smiles with the two brothers. And during the nights? Hell, you’d heard the moans and wanton cries for yourself… You were definitely curious, but did you have it in you to go through with their proposition?…

Actors

Jamie Flatters

ALL THINGS CONNECTED by @yawneneteyam

growing up on set together, y/n and jamie share their love for one another through the only way they know.. filmmaking

Scream

Ethan Landry

Perverted by @demontonic

𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐈 𝐂𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐞 by @n-slayaaaaa

Seeing the Core Four years after an explosive argument ended your friendship brought about plenty of unwelcome emotions—can you let the past go or has your plan for healing old wounds gone too far?

obsessed by @messylustt

getting a call from ghostface is never good. especially when you find out who lives under the mask—the dorky boy who you drunkenly kissed one night.

That boy is a monster. by @3vergr3en

Word on the block, there’s a ghost-masked killer on the loose again, but this time it roams around in the busy streets of New York during the weekend of Halloween. Being freshly new to the famous city, you find yourself a group of friends who you later find out survived last year’s Woodsboro attack. Now being marked as one of the targets, you and the rest try and figure out who the masked killer is this time. Then, a curly brown-haired boy catches your attention. You feel a sense of attraction towards his dorky charm, and he also shares the mutual feeling. But, rule 1 in the horror movie playbook, never, trust the love interest.

a father’s malice by @shadesslut

After the Ghostface attacks, Y/N tried her best to move on from Ethan with raising their son, but things get harder after Ethan gets out of jail.

Billy & Stu

Of Friends and Horror by @grimoireofhayley

You have been best friends with Billy Loomis since you both were in diapers, however, when high school hit, Billy's mom had filed for divorce and had left his father. His dad was miserable even in marriage, hence his continuous affairs with Maureen Prescott. Though, after the divorce and his mother leaving, Billy has been different since; He started dating Sidney Prescott, the late Mrs. Prescott's daughter. He never showed an interest in her until now… But why?

Last of Us

Joel Miller

Against All Odds by @and-claudia

Look For the Light by @cowgurrrl

When you left Boston with Joel Miller and a little girl named Ellie, you never thought it would land you in Jackson, Wyoming with a tiny family.

Reflection of the Moon by @chloeangelic

An affair with Joel in post-outbreak Jackson results in a pregnancy that neither of you are prepared for.

sun bleached flies by @breakfastatjoels

stumbling upon the settlement of jackson whilst 4 months pregnant had almost felt too good to be true. for the past seven years, you had been able to raise your daughter, mia, surrounded by a safe and supportive community. however, your small slice of paradise came tumbling down the day joel miller arrived. despite only crossing paths for a fleeting encounter all those years ago, you would never forget the face of your daughter's father.

Strawberries and Cigarettes by @delulubabygurl

you're falling in love with the person your dad hates the most

Miraculous Ladybug

Adrien Agreste/Chat Noir

New Bug in Town by @lilian-writes-sins

With Marinette AKA Ladybug gone, Chat Noir has to hold down the fort and protect the city of Paris from Hawkmoth, while waiting for Master Fu to choose the next Ladybug miraculous holder. The city is in disarray for months, with no sign of Ladybug returning, people are starting to lose hope. Until one day, when some passersby see a red and black figure jumping on the rooftops.

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acopenhagenarmy · 4 years

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RESPECT - 3

Pairing: BTS x reader but mostly hyung-line x reader

Mafia!au - gang!au - assassins!au

Word count: 3.6k ish

Warnings: Mentions of violence, swearing and some fluff if you squint.

Summary: Growing up in one of the biggest and most feared mafias has it’s perks, but what happens when you and you’re friends are suddenly shipped off to the other end of the world? Will you stay together or will the world you live in tear you all apart?

Part one / Part two / Part three /

Taglist: @purpletaehyung92 @jinmydarling @diefranzel

You woke up the following morning after a good night sleep, something you were incredibly grateful for, because today was the day of your first classes. You didn’t quite know exactly what you’d be learning on this school, and whenever you or the boys had asked in the past, the answer had always been: “You’ll find out one day”

A quick shower later and you were out the door, walking straight for Jimin’s room as usual. It was a little weird that you wouldn’t be heading for the gym, as you’ve done every morning for the past three years. But you guessed it would be best to get a new routine as long as you were here, maybe the two of you would grab a coffee each morning like every other normal pair of siblings in their start twenties? No, that didn’t really sound like the two of you…

You knocked on the door one time, which was quickly opened by a very bare chested Jungkook. He was beautiful, there was no denying that. He had a body that looked like it was shaped by gods. And even though you’d seen it a million times before, during and after workouts, it still made your breath hitch.

“Good morning Y/N!” He took a step aside to make room for you to enter their shared room. You looked around the space, it was bigger than yours, but then again, they were two people so that was only fair.

“Jimin is styling his hair, he’s been in the bathroom for ten minutes, so I guess he’ll be done in five” He laughed a little at his own statement, Jimin was known for being the late one and even more known for his hair.

“Fuck you Kookie!” You could hear your brother yell from the bathroom.

You sat down on one of the beds as you watched Jungkook as he got dressed.

“How did you sleep Kook?” You ran your hand over the tiger stripes on your arm, calming some of the nerves you had for the upcoming day.

He shrugged.

“Okay I guess… It’s kind of weird sleeping in another bed, but I guess I’ll get used to it. How about you?”

“Pretty good, but then again I think my massive hangover, the jetlag and so on had something to with it”

Jungkook finally put on a shirt as he ruffled his hair a little, something he had learned always made you a little sheepish.

“Sure, I guess sleep was what you needed then”

Jimin then entered the room making the both of you look his way.

“Hey you, what are you doing here?” He walked over and placed his hand on your shoulder as he squeezed it a little. The two of you had what people would call the twin gene, you always knew when something was bothering the other, even if you weren’t in the same room.

“I don’t know to be honest. It just feels weird to break our morning routine, so I just figured we could do something before class starts. I like that your face is the first I see every morning”

He gave you a big smile, one of those that made his eyes disappear into crescent moons.

“I would love that Y/N”

You knew that he would agree before you asked, but somehow you were still relived. You could almost physically feel some of the weight lift from your shoulders. Make you release a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding in.

“So, what should we do then? I mean we can’t just sit around, that’s not really our style” Jimin said.

“How about we go out and explore some of this gigantic building, and figure something out?”

“You got yourself a deal sis!”

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When you stepped into the gym for your first class you couldn’t help the smile that spread across your lips. The giant hall looked very similar to the gym you had left back home. The boxing equipment hang in the ceiling and on the walls, as well as the ring that was placed in the center of the room.

A man walked in and stood in front of the class, taking in every one of the young and eager people that stood before him.

“Listen up people! Every day, from now until the day you leave this place, will start here. The first three hours of every day will begin in this hall. This is the only place in this entire city you can beat the living shit out of each other, and only if I give my permission”

He was a giant, at least two meters tall, and almost just as wide, he had biceps that almost looked bigger than Jungkook’s thighs. An impressive sight, one that made you smirk a little. But unlike those doe-eyed women in your class it wasn’t because of his looks, no, a man like that had perfected his skill, and you were honored to learn from the very best.

“Pair up people, two and two and warm up”

You could see the spark in Jungkook’s eyes as he dragged Hobi to the nearest punching bag. He had a jump in his walk when he was happy, one that only enhanced his bunny looks.

You turned towards Jimin, as he held out his fist for you to bump, he smiled, and you returned it instantly.

“I guess we’ve found our morning routine after all, huh?”

You laughed as you quickly wrapped your hands to protect them from the possible injuries, and unlike most of the people in the hall, the two of you did it in mere seconds.

“Yeah we sure have” you laughed, but as your sentence ended you threw a punch towards your brothers face, one he stopped a centimeter before your fist would’ve broken his nose.

“You’re just as big a bitch in the morning in New York as you are in Seoul”

“Don’t worry brother, I’ll be in a much better mood after I kick your ass a few times the next few hours”

Your quickly redirected your other arm to aim for his gut, another punch he avoided quiet easily. Causing the both of you to smile. The two of you fought in the sidelines of the gym, just like you would’ve done at home, warming up the bodies and teasing whenever the other was to slow to block a punch.

And not far away stood Taehyung, daydreaming as he watched how your body moved. He had never been a big fan of hand to hand combat. He understood the importance of knowing how to defend yourself without a weapon, but weapons were his thing!

Taehyung was what his members called a trigger-happy man-child. He always had a minimum of five weapons on him, and every single one of them was hidden. He might not be a geek when it came to computers like Namjoon, or a poison master like Seokjin. But he knew his weapons, and he had a serious doubt that he would every be caught in a situation where he would be without one.

“Look at him, he’s pathetic” a curly haired man close to him said to his friend.

“Shawn, please stop, will you?”

At no point did Tae realize that the two men, standing only a few meters away, was talking about him. You and your brother had his full attention and he was captured in another world, a world of beauty, bruises and blood.

“Does he seriously think he’ll ever have a chance with her? I mean she’s the most powerful woman in all of Asia, if not the world! Does he really think he’d ever stand a chance? She’s the kind of woman who would eat him for breakfast, and not in a hot kind of way”

Jungkook and Hoseok both stood close enough to overhear the talk between the two men, and as much as they both felt sorry for the Min’s maknae, there was no way in hell they were gonna blow their cover to save his pride and reputation.

Shawn clearly had an opinion about you, and as your men it was their job to figure out if this guy, were your friend or enemy. And up until now he didn’t leave either of them with a very good impression.

“He might just be admiring their combat style?”

“Seriously? Because I really don’t think so. They are up to something, I’m sure they are. And don’t worry my man, when I’ve figured it out, she’s gonna be thanking me”

“She doesn’t really strike me as the type of woman that needs saving Shawn”

“She does, they all do in the end. They are women for god sakes!”

Hoseok cleansed his jaw as a raging fire took over his eyes. He stared at the man before him, and if eyes could kill, Shawn had been dead right then and there. Jungkook looked at his friend with concern.

Just as his brother, Jungkook could feel the rage in his veins, but he was much better at containing it. He had practiced that since his first fight. His emotions were put into his fighting, every single drop of rage, jealousy and lust was redirected into every punch of his opponent’s face.

Hoseok took a step forward, set out to give this person a piece of his mind. The only thing stopping him was Jungkook’s hand on his chest, stopping him in his tracks.

“Don’t do it Hobi, he’s not worth it and we both know that Y/N wouldn’t like us meddling in her business”

Hoseoks eyes had so much hate in them. His love for you were known by everyone except you, his need for you was bigger than his need for the air in his lungs. He wanted to protect you from everyone and everything, his life’s mission was to keep you safe. So this scenario was killing him.

A person falling to the ground was what dragged the boys from their discussion, and in the other end of the hall they saw Jimin now in laying on the floor. The laugh that followed made every man in the room stop and stare.

It was a laughter so contagious most of those who’ve heard it now had giant grins painted on their lips. Jungkook glanced towards Shawn, even he was affected even though he did his best to hide it.

“Imagine that Justin, getting your ass handed to you by a girl. Do you think he falls to the ground because she’s his leader or because she’s a girl?” Shawn said.

What he didn’t think of was the fact that the hall had been almost completely quiet after you had beat Jimin’s ass to the ground, so words that had previously been muffled was now clear to hear for everyone.

Jungkook had in a millisecond pushed Hobi out of his way and had now Shawn’s neck in the palm of his hand as he pushed the American boy towards the nearest wall.

“What did you just say about her?!” Jungkook was the strongest and best in hand to hand combat, he had dedicated his skill to you and your family and taught you everything he knew. You were almost as good as he was, almost. Which meant that when Shawn criticized your fighting skills, he criticized Jungkook as well. Something he most certainly didn’t appreciate.

Shawn smirked a little at Jungkook as you quickly turned on your heel and ran towards the drama that was unfolding only a couple of meters away.

“Jungkook!” You yelled as you curled your hands into fists.

You were ready to fight him, and he knew that. You’d done it before when he was out of line, and usually you were able to talk him down, but he was so close to seeing red and beating this kid up in front of everyone. Even if it compromised his spot in the school, no one disrespected you and walked away without a scar.

He lifted his arm to punch, but you were able to grab it only millimeters before Shawn’s perfect sculpted nose would’ve been ruined by his fist. You were fully focused on your friend with a stern look painted on your usually kind and beautiful features.

“Walk away from this Jeon”

You were able to pull his attention away from his victim, but you’d broken his spirit. He’d never seen himself as a Jeon, he considered himself a Park, in fact you all did, but you had to think of the bigger picture. And if hurting him meant he would stay by your side and finish this god forsaken school, well then, that was a price you were ready to pay.

He slowly loosened his hand from the neck he wanted to break and bowed before you. Then he stepped away leaving you alone and unprotected as he stood beside Hoseok.

“I know you don’t know me, at least not from anything more than reputation, but if I ever hear you disrespect me or my men again… You will suffer the consequences”

You turned on you heal to walk away as your eyes met Jimin’s who stood a little behind, he smiled. You felt you’d handled this right with no blood spilled.

“I see… In reality you do none of the fighting. Is that how the Parks do it? Huh? If that’s the case, then you are nothing more than a housewife who send your men into battle to die”

Jimin’s eyes lit up, a spark of playfulness took over him. He was a little pissed off that you didn’t have your katana with you, but then again if you did, Shawn would most likely had lost his head by now.

“Take his ear Y/N, when he won’t listen to you, he doesn’t deserve it” He whispered.

A sinister chuckle was all that left your lips right before you pulled one of Jimin’s knives from its holster in his belt. You swirled around on your tip toes and then, let the knife fly towards Shawn’s face. He didn’t get to blink, nor flinch, before the blade had secured itself a spot in the wall, and it didn’t mind the flesh that stood in its way.

“Learn to listen to those who are above you little man. I might be a woman, but that doesn’t make my unworthy”

You walked away before anyone had the chance to question what you’d just done. In the room surrounding you was all you could hear Taehyung’s laugh muffled together with Shawn’s screams.

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You stood against one of the walls and looked up at the sealing as you tried to calm your heartbeat. You knew you’d fucked up, and you hoped that you’d be able to talk some sense into Dominic, so that he wouldn’t expel you from the school.

He stepped into the room and walked behind his desk without even looking at you. He threw his glasses on the table and after he sat down, he buried his head in his hands.

“You are making my job very difficult Y/N… I wasn’t expecting to handle something like this so soon”

You took a few step forwards as you said; “I know sir, and I’m sorry. But I just… I had to do something! It’s bad enough that people in my own gang start to question me and my leadership skills, but I need to put myself in respect while I’m here. I need people to know that they should fear and respect me, just as their parents fear and respect my father”

He looked at you for a few seconds before a sigh escaped his lips.

“I know. I knew it would be difficult for you, you are the first female leader we have, to roam these halls. But did you have to dismantle the boys ear Y/N?”

You looked at your hands and smiled as you rotated your ring around your finger. The smirk gave you a sinister appearance as your eyes went cold, the spark and fun disappeared in less than a second. And then you looked back at Mr. Holland.

“Maybe I did, maybe I didn’t” You shrugged.

What you did might not have been the wisest in the situation, the best thing would probably had been to kick Shawn’s ass in the ring instead, but the psychopath that hid inside all of you took over, and she wanted blood.

“Try using your words in the future, or at least your fists”

A light chuckle filled the room.

“Trust me sir, if I wanted him to die, I would’ve let Kook finish him. This was the better outcome. What I do is different from all those before me and those who are here this year, and if blood is how I earn the respect I deserve then so be it. I’m ready to pay the price for that”

You could tell that he was concerned, but at this point you didn’t care. You were no princess in need of savior, but for some reason you needed to make that very clear to every man around you except your father.

He knew in his heart and soul you had what it would take to do this, if you didn’t, he would’ve picked Jimin as his successor instead of you.

“You are a strong woman Y/N, but you are stubborn. There are other ways to command respect apart from spilling blood. I know your father has taught you that. You need to find a way to do that without becoming a tyrant, because they are never on top for long, in the end their people rise up against their oppressor. Find another way, find your way”

You stared him down as you held back the need to bide the inside of your cheek. Your arms were now crossed over your chest, you knew deep down he was right, and you hated every second of it.

“Is that all?”

“That’s all for now, but please don’t let it happen again”

Two steps later you were out the door. Your blood was rushing through your veins, anger building up in your chest. You saw nothing and heard nothing, not until your body was slammed up against the wall and a pair of hooded eyes were all you could see.

His hands were warm and soothing as they held your shoulders back. Normally every instinct in your body would tell you to run, but instead you relaxed completely as he touched you.

“Breathe Y/N, okay? Just breathe”

Your eyes darted between his and your body trembled as he pulled a little further away from you, but he never let go. You had never studied anyone up close like this before.

His brows were low set above his eyes, giving him a somewhat gentle expression. His eyes were small and turned downward a little, but there was a gentle and almost loving spark hidden in the brown irises, right underneath the cocky demeanor he tried so desperately to pull off.

You could see his lips move, but you heard nothing. They weren’t thick nor thin, but as he talked, they revealed a pout every now and then. One that pulled on your heartstring and made you smile.

Just like you he was in a trance, he had no idea why he came to see you, no idea why he wanted to make sure you were okay, but before he could even talk himself out of it, he was outside Mr. Hollands office. And now that you were so close to him, so close to being in his arms, he didn’t want to let go. He couldn’t even if he wanted to.

“Calm yourself, don’t let the rest of them see you like this. You can’t let them know you are hurt by this”

You pushed him away instantly.

“I’m not hurt!” You spat out.

“Okay right let’s go with that” He leaned up against the wall opposite from where you were standing as he smirked with his arms crossed.

“I’m not!” You yelled out as you hit the wall three times.

By the third blow you could almost feel your skin ripping from the bones against the black brick wall. You rested your forehead against it in a desperate try to cool the fire you felt burning within.

A sigh was all he heard as he watched you. How your hell fell down your shoulders, he could glimpse the skin on the back of your neck. When you sat down on the floor, with your back against the wall to study your hand, he did the same.

“Why are you’re here Yoongi?” You never met his eyes, you focused completely on your hand instead of those beautiful eyes.

“I don’t know” He said, it was nothing more than a whisper, but you heard him none the less.

Yoongi cleared his throat a few times, almost to clear the air from the tension there was between the two of you.

“What are you gonna do now Y/N?”

“I don’t real- wait how do you know my name?” You smirked and once again your eyes met his. He almost lost his breath completely. He shrugged and started playing with the earring that hang in right ear.

“I have my ways, but don’t worry I’ll keep it to myself if that’s what you’d prefer”

A heat blossomed in your chest as well as your cheeks.

“Thank you, I’d appreciate it, at least for now. But to be honest I don’t know what to do, at least not right now”

He nodded.

“If you need help or just someone to talk to, I’ll be there listening and trying my best to give you some advice”

With that Yoongi stood up, sent a smile your way, and then he left you.

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fangirl7469 · 4 years

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ATTACK ON BANGTAN

Key To Chapter 1

Y/M/N-your mom’s name

Y/N-your name

F/C-favorite color

H/L-hair length

H/C-hair color

Y/n/n-your nickname

Chapter 1

Author’s Note: so like this high key probably sucks and I haven’t looked at it in forever but I told some friends I’d post something so here we are... leave before you cringe man.

(Nobody’s POV)

“Run!” Y/m/n screamed. “Y/n, get out of here while you still can and don’t look back.” Y/n started to run, tears staining her cheeks and blocking her vision. As she sprinted blindly down the dark corridor, she felt someone following her.

“Stay away from me!” She yelled trying to go faster. All of the sudden she felt as though she was moving in slow motion. Desperate to get away still she pushed but it was as if she had weights attached to her limbs. “No!” She shouted at her pursuer even though she knew there was no use. Eventually, she stopped struggling against the air.

“Turn around Y/n.” She slowly looked behind her and screamed.

Y/n awakes with a start, her alarm clock beeping monotonously. She sighs and shuts off the alarm laying back down on her bed. She has had that dream many times but it still freaks her out every time it occurs. Her past just can’t leave her alone. It will stop eventually, she thinks to herself. I’m safe and I am alive, she just has to keep telling herself this. She glances at the clock, Well, I won’t be if I am late again. She groans and rises from her warm bed.

She walks into her ‘living room’ if you could call it that. Y/n lives in one of the smallest apartments in all of Seoul. She has a small kitchenette attached to her living room by a bar that barely fits two barstools. On the other side of the bar is the living area that has a small TV and a sofa. She has a bathroom that sits adjacent to the kitchenette. It’s fairly small as well but it has a big bathtub. One of her favorite pastimes is taking a nice hot bath after a ridiculously long day at work.

Speaking of, she doesn’t have very long until she has to get there so she quickly jumps in the shower and throws on her dark jeans, f/c turtleneck, and boots. She looks in the mirror and attempts to tame her h/l h/c into some order, puts on some sunglasses, and rushes out the door. Y/n lives just outside of downtown Seoul and that is exactly where she is headed. In order to live in her “luxurious” apartment, most would think she works a crap job. That’s not it at all. People in her line of work tend to live one of two ways, life in luxury, or, a low profile existence. She chose the second simply because it was more practical. Besides, keeping up with a high profile means I’d end up acting like-

“HEY Y/N, NEED A RIDE?” An obnoxious horn sounds and as she looks up, Y/n sees just the brat she was thinking about.

She grins and walks over the familiar black Ford F150 King Ranch truck with extremely tinted windows. As she climbs in, there, in the driver's seat, is one of her co-workers, Kim Seokjin.

“Would you stop making a scene everytime you see me?” Y/n asks half-heartedly as she throws on her seatbelt.

“You love it when I make a scene. Without it, how would everyone know you were friends with the coolest, most handsome man in Seoul?” He flashes a grin before looking back at the road and speeding off.

Y/n rolls her eyes, Seokjin is one of the most caring people she knows, but he has the worst ego-fueled humor she’s ever heard. That and he tells a lot of dad jokes. Some late work nights they’d sneak drinks and get wasted, telling dad jokes until their stomachs and faces hurt from laughing.

“Why don’t you just call me to take you to work? Cut out the middleman. I don’t even know where you live!” Seokjin exclaims.

“That would just make both of us be barely on time every day. Speaking of, why are you so behind schedule today, Jin?” Not that he was a morning person but Jin was normally good about getting up and managing to be functioning in the early hours of the day.

“Ugh, the ‘boss’ needed me to pick him up some things this morning and they took a bit longer than expected.” He gestures to the backseat where two bulky black briefcases are laying. Y/n hums and glances back out the window. They are arriving at the tall elegant wrought iron gates. Jin rolls down his window as he pulls up and slows down. He makes eye contact with the gatekeeper, who greets Jin as ‘Mr. Kim’, and quickly presses the buttons necessary to pass through. As they drive up the extensive circle drive, Y/n is once again awed inside at the expansive mansion that is the Kim Estate. Despite the fact she’s been to several replicas and comes to this specific one at least once a week, it’s sheer expensive exterior always strikes her. Jin always says he prefers his place to this but they all have used this place as a home at least once.

Perhaps now is a good time to explain Y/n’s profession. She, along with Jin and six others, are in charge of a vastly spread gang called Bangtan. A mafia of sorts, with each member controlling a certain aspect of the gang's activities. They do have a leader, but, together, they are the highest of the ‘hierarchy’. Bangtan is one of the biggest gangs in South Korea which means they’ve made a lot of enemies. Despite this, they remain at the top and have actually formed friendships amongst each other.

They park up under the awning and get out. Jin gets in the back and retrieves the two bulky black briefcases. They walk up the stairs and enter the building.

Once inside, they walk through the hallway until they reach the conference room just opposite of the first stairway. In this room, they see an advanced smart board framed with elegant golden swirls on the left wall, centered to a long rectangular mahogany table that was surrounded by eight chairs. The middle of the table was a line of glass. There are two men in the room arguing. One is sitting and has mint green hair wearing a dark button-up shirt and the other one with orange hair wearing a white button-up and slacks is standing opposite of him.

“Well, I just don't care.” The man sitting in one of the eight chairs (the farthest from the door on the left side) spoke in an indifferent tone.

“But Yoongi Hyung, I need them, please.” The other begged, leaning on the table. He wasn’t arguing in a desperate tone but more of a whining one.

“No. You lost them and want me to get them back.” Yoongi crossed his arms and glared at the man.

“Hyung, please, if you don’t find them, they’ll be lost forever!”

“And why is that my problem?”

“Because you are with this project too! You know how hard I worked on my copies. I have no idea where they went. Please find them!”

“Fine. But you owe me.” Yoongi said and produced a laptop from his bag beside him. Y/n walks ahead of Jin and greets the two inside.

“Jimin, how are you?” Y/n asks taking her seat on Yoongi’s right. Yoongi is now typing on his computer.

“I’m alright Y/n/n-noona. How are you? You look tired. Do you want some coffee? Hobi is on his way to pick some up.” Jimin replies as he too finally sits diagonally from her on her right.

“I’m fine but coffee would definitely be great. Thanks, Jimin.” Jimin pulls out his phone to text Hobi and Y/n turns to Yoongi. “What’s going on with you, Yoongi? Besides the normal things, I mean.” She smiles as he gives her one of his famous ‘I would murder you for a nickel’ glares.

“Everything’s fan-fucking-tastic.” is all he replies as he continues to type madly at his laptop.

“So, what did Jiminnie lose?” Jin asks as he sets both briefcases at the end of the table and walks over to take his seat at the upper right side of the table, directly across from Yoongi.

“Well, you know the three cases missing from Tuesday’s shipment?” Jimin asks.

“Of course, I thought Tae was going to have a meltdown,” Jin recalls.

“Right, so, I was looking into it. I had some notes about it and I wanted to tell everyone after this meeting but I can’t find them. They have completely disappeared!” Jimin says.

“That’s interesting.” Yoongi murmurs, clearly talking to himself but it grabs the attention of the three in the room.

“Wh-” Before Y/n can ask what he meant, two men come into the room talking loudly and each carrying a tray of coffee.

“Y/n!” the brunette sets the coffee tray down on the table and greets her with a hug.

“Tae, you just saw me three days ago.” Y/n exclaims as he lets go of the one-sided hug and walks back to the tray he abandoned.

“Yes, and it has been the longest three days of my life,” Tae says dramatically as he starts distributing the cups.

“Good morning Y/n-ah,” Hobi smiles from where he gave Jimin his cup.

“Morning Hobi,” she replies to the dark-haired ray of sunshine. She used to be suspicious of him when she first started half a year ago, after all, what kind of person is happy that often? But no, it’s just Hobi the literal sun. He walks over and hands her a cup.

“Caramel Macchiato for the lady,” he says cheerfully, “and” he turns to face Yoongi, “a straight black cup for the world’s biggest dash of-”

“Don’t say it.” Yoongi threatens, his laptop shut and abandoned when the smell of coffee had entered the room.

“SUGA!” Jin finishes from across the table laughing as Tae hands him his hot cup as well.

“One day, I will kill you all and regret nothing,” Yoongi states as he takes a big drink of the scalding hot liquid.

“Where is Kook?” Tae asks as he sets the final cup down at Jungkook’s vacant seat on Jimin’s left.

“He had to run a quick errand for me but he’ll be back before the meeting starts, it shouldn’t take him that long,” Yoongi informs them all as Tae and Hobi take their seats; Tae on Y/n’s right and Hobi opposite of her.

“Did you check the shipment coming tomorrow again?” Yoongi then looks at Hoseok whose smile fades slightly.

“Yes, three more times today to be exact,” Hobi states in a serious tone, which is unusual for him. Losing those three cases Tuesday really threw him off, seeing as he is in charge of those shipments. He blames himself, Y/n thought. Anything and everything that happens during those shipments, according to Hoseok, is entirely his responsibility. Tae lifts his wrist to raise his sleeve. On his wrist, he checks the time on his Gucci watch.

“Damn, it’s five till eight. Where is Joon?”

Tae looks around for an answer but nobody has one. They sit in a comfortable silence for a few minutes until they hear heavy footsteps moving quickly to the door. It flings open to reveal a very disheveled Jungkook. His dark brown hair covered his eyes slightly and his clothes slightly out of place as he looks at them all and says

“Get down. Now!” He slams the door shut and without question, they follow. Tae and Hobi each reach down and grab Glocks they had tucked in their belts. Yoongi sighs and opens his laptop again. Jin grabs the cases off the desk and walks over to the far corner of the room. He calmly looks out the window before setting a case down, unlocking the window and picking the case back up. Y/n stands and Yoongi points to his bag without looking up from his computer. Y/n opens it to find only one object in the bag. She pulls out the small rectangular box about the size of a laptop battery. Meanwhile, Jungkook moves over to Jin and kept his eyes on the door, covering him. Yoongi speaks:

“They are at the gates. Give me some information,” he says with no emotion, purely analytical. All eyes shift to Jungkook whose eyes remain locked on the door.

“I was scoping the place you told me to and I was on my way back. Then, Ha Wren called me and asked if I was in the area. I was close enough so I said ‘yeah why?’ and she just told me to hurry. I went down there and she told me somebody was watching the place. I looked up and some bikes speed off. I followed. They drove to the rush hour traffic and rode the line. I was stuck behind traffic while they got away. I was pissed and I split from traffic to head here and as I was three blocks from here this Bugatti Veyron comes up my ass. Turns out, he’s got two friends behind him. He starts firing and I floor it. Then, I pulled up and came in.” he finishes finally looking at Yoongi.

“If I would’ve known they’d try the gate, I would’ve led them somewhere else.” He says slightly lower before flicking his eyes back to the door. Taehyung pulls out his phone and starts dialing. Everyone can hear the phone ringing before someone picks up,

“Where are you Namjoon?” He asks. There is a pause as Namjoon replies.

“Okay. We’ve got-” he stops and looks at Yoongi who says

“Six.”

“-six gunmen at the gates. They followed Jungkook back from The Crown. We think.” The next pause is a bit longer.

“It’s best if you turn around now. We don’t know what they want or how many were sent. They could have recruits just around the corner.” Taehyung says this while looking over at Jin who nods. Namjoon says something else.

“We don’t. Yoongi is checking now.” Namjoon speaks again and this time Tae frowns.

“Yes, Namjoon.” He says and ends the call.

Yoongi suddenly harshly chuckles. Everyone looks over at him but Y/n and Jungkook, who are laser-focused on the entryways to the room.

“What is it?” Jin asks.

Yoongi says nothing but types on his computer until the advanced smartboard flashes to life, showing the camera footage from the gate. It appears they’ve shot the man who controls the gate. From there, two of them go up to the back so they can open the control room. Yoongi switches the camera that shows the inside of the control room. The two men inside are wearing bandanas that cover their mouths. One has bright pink hair, the other has light green. The bandanas have a symbol on them of two white triangles overlapping.

“Big Bang,” Taehyung murmurs as the two men on the screen lock eyes on the camera.

They simultaneously pull down their bandanas to grin at the camera. Yoongi pulls up the other camera in the corner to keep track of the four henchmen that are just a little too close to the gate. He also turns on the volume right before the two in the control room speak.

“Hello, Bangtan.” the pink-haired man spoke. “I’m gonna take a wild guess and say that you can already tell who we are,” he gestures to his companion and himself. Of course, they know. These two men are from one of Bangtan’s top rivaling gangs, Big Bang. It has five members, each has their own nicknames well known in Seoul. The ones currently invading Bangtan’s gate control are known as Taeyang and Seungri.

Taeyang continues,

“We originally were planning on delivering our message at your club but since you were so kind as to show up, we decided to deliver it here.” he looks at Seungri.

“Our message is simple, we want all of your lands in Itaewon.” Seungri spoke, “We’ve clearly shown we can infiltrate your establishments so we also want your most profitable club and shipping dock,” He smiles as Taeyang pulls a gun from his holster.

“Give us these and this is the only time we’ll meet like this,” Taeyang ends and shoots the camera.

Yoongi growls in irritation before grabbing Y/n by the arm. Tae follows. He brings her quickly out of the room and up the stairs. He reaches the nearest rifle and opens a window. Tae is quick to grab a second.

“Yoongi, you know I can’t just shoot them,” she says as he places the gun in her hands. “One death is not a calculated enough move for me to do that,”

“That was a great camera.” he says, “So, you have four non-important targets,” he motions to the four bodyguards that are still outside the car but getting ready to enter. Taehyung nods and locks on immediately. Y/n rolls her eyes and crosses her arms, giving the loaded weapon back to Yoongi. Four rifle shots echo through the courtyard. Yoongi grins as the car is quick to peel out, leaving the four passengers of other vehicles behind. Y/n glares at Yoongi’s smug expression.

“It was simply a ‘thank you’ gift for the lovely message,” Yoongi smiles at Taehyung. He gives a boxy grin right back. Y/n sighs.

“This is the start of something bad isn’t it?” She asks but its answer is already known.

“This,” Tae says putting a hand on her shoulder. “is the beginning of something beautiful,”

#bts #bts mafia #mafia au #jungkook x reader #jimin x reader #taehyung x reader #hoseok x reader #seokjin x reader #namjoon x reader #yoongi x reader

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wordsturnintostories · 5 years

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show me your rosettes, baby (g)

summary: The world tour is over and the Bangtan Boys finally get their well-deserved break. When Namjoon suddenly can’t find Jimin anywhere, things take an unexpected and pretty unbelievable turn. word count: 2.8k note: part 1. finally. to be honest, I love this part so much. hope this will explain the title a little better... ✨ warnings: minor angst but fluuuff!

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The World Tour is over. Bangtan has arrived home a couple of days ago. Namjoon still receives proud and cheerful “Well done”s whenever he checks in at the company. It’s obligatory for him and the members to come to the company every now and then even in their time off, a time that should be used for resting. It’s preventive, to avoid a crash-and-burn situation like other artists experience after a great tour. Bangtan’s health, which includes their mental health, is a priority and gives Namjoon once again reason to appreciate how the company takes care of him and the others.

So he comes in every day, spending a couple of hours in his studio, either mixing new songs or writing new lyrics or discussing concepts with the planners who already are on their marks for the next music videos and albums. Yoongi does the same. They go together, both having chosen this option that Bang Sihyuk gave them.

The other members are here and there. Seokjin, Hoseok, Taehyung, and Jungkook have chosen to travel home for a week, all equipped with a to-do checklist they have to complete and turn in diligently. Jimin is still at home, dancing on the grate that runs between being okay and being really sick. He had already been near the crash before he could fight it off.

So Namjoon returns home as soon as he can, to check up on Jimin again. Of course, Jimin is an adult, he could potentially take care of himself but Namjoon doesn’t want him to. As the leader and his hyung, he feels obligated to care for his sick dongsaeng. Also, Taehyung isn’t there, and Hoseok and Seokjin aren’t either, so Jimin will feel lonely, pathetic and pathetically lonely and he can’t have that. No member of Bangtan gets left behind, not under Namjoon’s watch.

Jimin had reported burning muscles, nausea and a feeling of a bursting skull last time he was asked, so Namjoon picks up specific painkillers and medication from the next pharmacy. The younger’s got it bad and he shouldn’t have to wait too long for relief.

Without another stop, Namjoon hurries home, hoping Jimin will feel better today without medication. It’s still relatively early, the sun’s rays just become warm on bare skin and Han River glitters under the beautiful light. If Jimin feels better, they could maybe take a walk together today. Jimin is a good companion for walks. Listening is one of his strengths, kindness is his heart’s language and he is impressionable by nature and beauty and Namjoon knows receiving gentle attention means everything to the younger. He’ll ask him later.

Namjoon’s mind is set on a lot of good and pleasant things when he enters the apartment. When he hears no sounds from anywhere, he assumes Jimin is still sleeping and decides to make some tea before waking the younger up.

However, when he enters Jimin’s bedroom, Jimin is not there. The room is all silent, just as expected, it’s even dark still with the lowered shades. The bed is empty, though, and that’s not expected. The mattress isn’t warm either, the blanket is thrown over the pillow messily and Jimin’s pajamas lie in a heap right where Jimin would have laid. As if he was in a rush.

Oh, Namjoon thinks and goes to check the bathrooms. Nothing. No Jimin. Namjoon frowns, thinking hard, calling out his name twice. Where could he be? Could he be out?

It’s unlikely. Jimin’s jackets and shoes are still in their respective spots, he hasn’t written a note (Jimin always writes notes), he’s still sick (and Jimin loves to be pampered when he is) and Namjoon knows for a fact that today, Jimin had wanted to get revenge for their last Mario Kart match even if Seokjin (their fiercest competitor) isn't home.

Namjoon walks back to Jimin’s room with attentive ears, hoping to find the missing boy or at least a clue. His eyes wander through the clean room where unpacked suitcases still sit on the floor and worn clothes are neatly stacked on Jimin’s chair. His fingers find the round container that holds the pills Jimin takes every day. It’s open and almost empty. Did he go to buy new ones?

He freezes when something begins to rumble, like a little motor that just turned on. It almost sounds like a small fan. The strange sound comes from… Jimin’s bed? Namjoon almost coos when he spots a little kitty that’s nestled between Jimin’s plushies (the two that Taehyung and Jungkook had won for Jimin in LA and New York). It’s sleeping. Namjoon had mistaken it as a plushie itself, with the way it looks so oddly still and soft. The fluffy fur looks golden with tons of dark spots on it and Namjoon can't help but notice how small the cub is in its entirety, dwarfed between the big plushies.

He smiles when he sees the animal but wonders how it got here. Jimin’s window is closed. The logical conclusion is that Jungkook must have left his window open again. So far, they’ve had two cats and one confused bird (plus a ton of big spiders) in their apartment and the common entry point had been Jungkook’s window. Sometimes the maknae is a little thoughtless when it comes to things like cleaning up behind himself.

Obviously, there’s no other option than to take a photo of the small animal. After all, Jimin loves cats and would want to see the little one as well. Namjoon sends the photo to the group chat. Found someone sleeping in your bed, Jiminie. Where are you now?

Namjoon hopes that the prospect of holding a kitty will make Jimin magically appear from wherever he’s off to (much like mentioning the Cypher will make Taehyung appear). A strange feeling spreads through his gut when a bright ding chimes right next to Namjoon. It’s Jimin’s phone. And that’s when he knows something is really wrong. Because off-stage, Jimin always has his phone on him.

The first thing he does is calling Yoongi. It's not a rare occurrence that Namjoon doesn’t know what to do but most of the time, he can resolve the problems on his own. Today, he can’t. So, since Hobi isn't present, Yoongi is his emergency contact.

It’s a possibility that Jimin had just taken off to go to the company while Namjoon was still on the way home and they had missed each other. And that he's forgotten his phone. It’s a very slim likelihood, but Namjoon has to try anyway.

“Joon-ah?” Yoongi answers with a mumble, which indicates that he is busy.

“Hyung, is Jiminie with you?”

“No. He’s at home. Where are you?”

“At home.”

A pause. Namjoon sweats. He locks eyes with the kitty. The kitty doesn’t know where Jimin is either. It looks mildly confused.

“Just call him?”

“Hyung. His phone is right here.”

“Um. Have you checked all the rooms? I mean, I can ask whether he went to the dance studios but I don’t think he checked in-“

“Please do me that favor, hyung. I really don’t know where he is. I’ll look here and you’ll check there, okay?”

“Yeah,” Yoongi says.

They both check, and they both come up with nothing at all. It’s disappointing, to say the least. Among the group and even the fans, it’s no secret that Taehyung and Jimin like to share beds with any of the members. They just need the affection, the feeling of another body close to theirs sometimes. In that sense, it would have made sense to find Jimin in someone else’s bed even if the others are out of town. When he doesn’t, Namjoon is out of ideas. However, he doesn’t fail to notice that Jungkook’s window is, in fact, not open.

He has an odd feeling of déjà-vu creeping into his bones and even the kitty on his arms (he's picked it up very, very gently, taking note of how small the thing is) can’t take the scary tingle away.

“What do we do now?” he asks it. The kitty’s tail wraps around his fingers. The small animal lets out of few meows that would be adorable and at the forefront of Namjoon’s animal-loving mind if figuring out Jimin’s disappearance wouldn’t be occupying that spot already.

“I don’t know, Namjoon,” Yoongi sighs from the other end of the phone. “Do you want me to come home?”

But Namjoon isn’t listening. The kitty has his attention now. There’s something about the way it curls up against Namjoon, the way it just rubs against him, looking up with a gaze that’s so familiar. He notices that it can't be a normal cat, not with that kind of fur coloring. But the eyes - that's what's both the most striking and the most irritating.

“Namjoon-ah?”

The leader can’t answer because his mind is running on high speed right now, like a facial recognition software almost, and more and more tiny movements match. They match. Namjoon pinches his own skin, just to see if it could be real, and then it hurts. He hisses and the kitty’s ears and eyes lock on his face with sweet concern. Immediately, the kitty licks over the reddened sliver of skin, with a crooning noise that leaves no doubt.

“Kim Namjoon!”

“Hyung.”

“Finally.”

“Hyung. How common is it for people to turn into cats?”

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By the time Yoongi comes running through the front door, Namjoon has googled every possible combination of “human”, “cat”, “leopard” (because he is sure that this is not a random housecat-breed) and “transformation” together with random words. All he gets are leopard attacks, tons of stuff on leopard geckos, a few edits of Yoongi as a leopard (which is not a bad look, actually, who would have thought) and Taehyung as a tiger, and page after page about folklore and characters from tv shows or video games. Apparently, there is no such thing as people turning into leopards randomly, but after scrolling through seemingly endless lists of cat breeds, Namjoon confirms his initial estimation and is sure that he is indeed holding a leopard in his lap.

Because the cub is definitely too sturdy to be a domestic cat, with defined, muscular hindlegs even at this young age and a build that indicates a wild predator rather than a dainty kitty (Namjoon is aware that there are big house cats in the world - at age eight, he’d still assumed his former neighbor’s cat was a large pokemon). Although the leopard - Jimin, as weird as it sounds - is delicate in a way, resembling Jimin as a person. Several pages compare leopard breeds and if the pictures are accurate at all, he’d classify Jimin as an Asian Leopard - an almost extinct breed.

“Woah Jiminie,” he whispers, pulling his dongsaeng back when he puts his paws on the laptop’s keyboard. “Your breed is very rare.”

The cub doesn’t care, it likes the clicking of the keys. Every time Namjoon types something, the leopard’s eyes swivel and follow the clicking sounds. It’s cute. Especially when the little one starts trying to paw and attack the black keys. Namjoon wipes his face when the internet refuses to share more helpful information with him. He holds the cub in front of his face, nuzzling its belly gently. He receives a vibration against his nose and a raspy lick against his cheek. The soft tail of the leopard tickles his collarbone.

And then, Yoongi stands right in front of him, with red cheeks and wide eyes.

“What the hell!?”

The cub jumps, tail puffing up and heart pounding through his thin skin. Namjoon feels the big muscle thrum scaredly against his fingers. However, curiosity wins over and the leopard tumbles off the sofa. It lands on its side in a way that makes Namjoon want to pick it up and check for injuries, but the little ball of fluff seems to be okay. Yoongi stares at the cub nosing at his ankles. Then, looking up with something soft flowing in those brown irises, he repeats his question in a whisper.

“What the hell?”

Namjoon wants to launch into a detailed report of everything he’s found out so far, but the elder insists he can’t sit until he hasn’t checked every room himself - understandable, given the situation - and even then, he paces. While up until now, Namjoon and Jimin had interacted in a calm atmosphere, that serenity is up and out of the window by now. Yoongi brings nervous energy and even if Namjoon doesn’t blame the elder, he can’t ward off the growing irritation.

“How do you know Jimin didn’t go anywhere?”

They discuss this, back and forth, why the cat right here can’t be Jimin, where else Jimin could be, and how ridiculous this is until Namjoon refuses to argue any further. He’s a man of patience but right now, he is slowly running out of it.

“Hyung. I’m telling you, it’s Jimin.”

Yoongi at least sits down. He grabs the cat, turning it over and around to look at it from every angle. He huffs.

“It’s a boy, at least.”

“Hyung! Don’t look at his - oh my God. Just believe me when I say it’s him.”

“Why? It doesn’t make any sense,” Yoongi frowns and of course, it doesn’t make sense, that’s why it’s called magic, Namjoon thinks. Yoongi narrows his eyes.

“Are you pulling a prank on me?”

The younger rolls his eyes in exasperation. It takes every ounce of his self-control to not just - ugh.

Instead, he gently says, “Okay, first of all, you know I don’t pull pranks on you. Often. Big pranks. Stuff like this. Secondly, I came home to the same situation as you. Where would I even hide Jimin? You know he wouldn’t be able to stand still because he’d want to see your reaction so he would have to be here somewhere and you checked every room. Thirdly, who even has an excess leopard baby to hand out for a couple hours? Where would I get a leopard from, hyung? You tell me if this is a prank.”

Yoongi seems to be taken a little aback but can’t lie about the sincerity in Namjoon’s eyes.

“I’m just saying,” he mumbles, “the cub doesn’t listen to Jimin’s name. See? Jiminie,” he calls out but when the cub just keeps rolling around on the thick, feet (and cub)-swallowing carpet happily, he repeats, “Jiminie? Park Jimin. Park Jimin, look at me.”

It’s a failed attempt at best because the cub has better things in mind than to listen to his hyungs, namely to catch an annoying fly that buzzes around his ears. Just before the kitty can start the chase, Namjoon grabs his dongsaeng. He gets an angry mewl in reply. Adorable.

“Shhhhh,” he says, using his fingers to scratch Jimin’s arching back. “Hold still. I don’t know, hyung. Maybe he doesn’t realize he’s a cat.”

“How do you turn into a cat and don’t know?”

“Maybe he just has cat thoughts?”

When the leopard doesn’t stop struggling even with the fingers carding through his fur, Namjoon lets him go. He doesn’t want to be hurt any more. His arms already look horrible with all those small red streaks. And they itch.

“Like what?”

“Just… regular cat thoughts. Like, 'oh, I want to eat' or 'oh, I need to catch that fly'.” He watches the ball of fluff climb onto Yoongi. “Or 'oh, I wonder what hyung’s hand tastes like right now'.”

Yoongi yelps when tiny but sharp fangs dig into his flesh. “Ow, Jimin! Stop.”

That’s what he gets for being so rude, Namjoon thinks and tries his hardest to keep the chuckle in. He’s had his own experiences with those teeth and he knows there will be many more so he shouldn’t laugh but as long as it’s not me, right?

Jimin growls a little when Yoongi pushes him off his leg. They have a staring contest for a minute which makes Namjoon’s skin tingle. Jimin stares at his hyung with a fierce, reckless expression and the elder raises a brow at the little leopard with a mysterious look in his eyes. It’s an electric moment as if the air crackles and the birds stop chirping to indicate that something really big is happening right now. But then it’s over, Jimin’s ears fold backward against his head and Yoongi slacks, almost looking like he’s broken some kind of trance. The kitty croons and receives his hyung’s warm hand with kind licks as if nothing had happened at all.

Namjoon knows it’s probably stupid but he almost expects Yoongi to say something truly fantastical right now. To tell him what revelation he received during this moment of magically glaring into Jimin’s soul. He’s like one of those fantasy characters that had a vision, after all. When Yoongi speaks, Namjoon’s holding his breath.

“Joon-ah.”

“Yeah?”

“Jimin peed on the couch.”

It's anticlimactic, to say the least. It completely breaks whatever magical atmosphere had built and Namjoon tries to hide his disappointment as well as he can but can’t ward off the frown.

“I’ll get a towel.”

“I think we should bathe him.”

Before they decide, Namjoon and Yoongi both stiffen, eyes locked on each other. Something warm is running over their legs.

“Park Jimin!”

“I think he’s trying to mark us, hyung.”

“Maybe we should all take a bath.”

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Let’s Play ... (BTS fan fiction)

Well, well. I’m quite new to writing / posting scenarios, fan fiction and stuff like that anyway. Still, right now I’m taking it already to a whole new level. I just hope I don’t overdo it lmao >.<

Here goes nothing. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I do writing it!

I will post the story by chapters and do my best to update it regularly.

Let’s play ...

It was supposed to be an uneventful evening, just you and the boys. How the hell did it come to this? What on earth is going on? And who is this mysterious stranger, playing games with your lives?

“Now that the rules are clear, let’s see how far you’d go for your precious little sister. Let the games begin!”

Angst / Drama / Action / Romance / OC

Pairing: You + ... well ... let’s find out.

Disclaimer: This story contains violence and / or death!

Chapter 1

About three years ago, back when you had first started working for Big Hit Entertainment as a mere intern, you would have never imagined you were ever going to be this close with the members of BTS, a by now world-renowned boy group that never seems to get tired of breaking the records they set themselves. However, here you are, in the passenger seat of their van, on the way back home from yet another successful concert held in front of thousands of fans, screaming their names and singing along to the lyrics. The boys are mostly just tired, so it is oddly quiet inside the van. Perfectly reasonable, having performed for hours straight, putting their hearts and souls into each and every dance and song, as usual. And, to be honest, you appreciate the silence after such a long, strenuous day as this. Only the younger ones are excitedly chatting in low voices, still wired up after having gotten to meet one of their favorite female idols after the show. „Dude, she touched my shoulder, when we were posing for the photographs!“, Jungkook whispered in an agitated, high pitched voice. „I know, right? She’s so cool and pretty, and her voice - she has the voice of an angel…“ „Would you shut the fuck up!?“, you hear Yoongi mutter under his breath in the seat right behind you. „Suga, language“, Namjoon scolds him, his tone calm as always. „Fine. Would you please shut the fuck up!?“ You cannot help but chuckle to yourself at the bad-tempered rappers comeback. „Nice going!“, Jimin laughs from the back of the van, where he is seated in between Jin and Hoseok. Even the driver, a man of stern personality who ordinarily gets quickly annoyed at the boys’ bickering, breaks into a smile now. This is nice, you think to yourself. A pleasant conclusion to a fruitful day. This is as good as it gets. You get to do a job you enjoy, with people who have become dear to you, every single day. You still cannot believe how lucky you are, when you are startled by a sudden thump at the car window right next to you. You are parked at a red traffic light, so how and why would anyone come up to your car? Alarmed, you spin around in your seat to discover a dark figure standing in the middle of the street, by your side of the car. Following a reflex, you immediately lock the doors. A tall man dressed in a black hoodie, his face hidden behind a dark mask, his hands in black leather gloves, keeps gesturing wildly, indicating you to roll down the window. You adamantly shake your head, which leads him to hammer at the window time and again, harder and harder. „What is it? What’s going on?“, Hoseok anxiously asks from the back seat, leaning forward, trying to sneak a peek at the harasser. „What’s with this jerk? What the hell does he think he’s doing, huh?“, the driver keeps cursing next to you, obviously increasingly nervous, repeatedly honking the horn. You signal him to stay calm, gesturing towards the boys. He nods in agreement, silently apologizing. „Hey? What is it? Will someone talk to me, please? Who is that? What does he want from us? Does he have a gun? Is he armed!?“ Hoseoks voice quickly turned into a high pitched squeal. „It’s nothing, Hobi.“ You try to sound calm and reassuring, but your pulse is racing. „Probably just some drunk guy.“ You look back to flash him a hopefully convincing smile, letting your eyes linger on the other members for a brief moment. Jungkook and Taehyung, seated in the middle, kling to each others arms, frozen in paralysis, their eyes wide, as are Hoseoks, while Jimin seems to try his best to play it cool, sporting an insecure smile, patting Hoseoks shoulder, whereas Yoongi is apparently untroubled by the turmoil, fast asleep. You exchange a quick glance with Namjoon, who seems to get ready to guard the members with his life, his posture tense. He nods to you, you mimic the gesture. The two of you had practiced this, in case there was ever going to occur a situation such as this while there were no bodyguards around. You had a whole routine worked out, knowing the strengths and weaknesses of each member by now, so you would be sure to guide and protect the ones who were prone to panic. „Okay“, you take a deep breath, trying your best to block out the unceasing hammering at your window. „We will just wait calmly until this damn light turns green, continue on our way and see if we are being followed. If that’s the case, we will inform the manager and he will immediately inform the authorities. Does that sound reasonable?“ The driver agrees with you, and so do the members, except for Hoseok, who is hyperventilating in the backseat, unable to speak, struggling for breath, his face already turning blue. Even Jimins caring words cannot seem to bring him to his senses. „It’s alright, Hobi, would you calm the hell down!?“, you try to reason with him. „Don’t you dare panic on me now! The light will soon turn green and —“ You are cut off in the middle of your sentence by a deafening bang, followed by the sound of glass splintering and number of screams. Your instincts take over and you cover your head with your arms, keeping most of the splinters from hitting your face. What the hell …? Hesitantly you open your eyes, intuitively checking for the members behind you, and notice your sight weakening. Everything seems to be blurred. You try to blink the fog away, but cannot seem to clearly make out the boys faces, merely vague forms. Darkness is beginning to surround you, closing in on you from all sides. You are almost certain you hear them all shouting, mostly Hoseok screaming his lungs out in the backseat, but you cannot be sure. All the sounds around you seem to be muffled, overlaid by a painfully unpleasant ring in your ears. You cannot even hear your own voice as you shout: „Is everyone okay? Is anyone injured?“ You receive nothing but vague murmur for an answer, but at least they all seem to be alive. As you turn to face the driver, however, you cannot hold back a scream as soon as you lay eyes on the gaping hole in his skull, blood and cerebral mass all over his dead body. You press a hand to your mouth, fighting the urge to through up. „Y/n, are you alright?“, you hear a familiar voice, so faint you have trouble understanding the words. You turn towards it and find Yoongi leaning forward in his seat, reaching out to you, all of a sudden not so calm anymore. „What? What is it?“, you ask, as you see his eyes widen in shock, his hand frantically feeling your right arm. „Yoongi, what is it?“ Never before had you witnessed the normally well composed rapper this horrified. His dread frightens you more than anything right now. „Fuck, Yoongi, talk to me, damn it! Are you hurt anywhere?“ He shakes his head, his face even paler than usual. „You’re bleeding! Y/n, you’re bleeding! So much blood…“ You follow his gaze down to your shoulder, where the fabric of your denim jacket is ripped and soaked in deep red blood. Up until now you had not even felt the pain. Only this instant it strikes you with fiery intensity, burning through your flesh and your every vein, quickly spreading throughout your shoulder and your entire upper body. „You’re shot! You’re shot, too! Are you alright? Where are you hurt? Y/n, can you hear me!? Y/n!?“ Yoongi looks so worried, but you are unable to get out even one single word, frozen in shock. You were close to fainting before, but now the darkness continues enclosing you with increasing speed, coming at you from every possible direction. Yoongi’s face grows hazy before your eyes. You see his lips move but cannot hear the words. He takes you by the shoulders, shakes you, but you just feel numb. And cold. So cold. What takes place next happens too fast for your dazed mind to follow. Something seems to be thrown through the broken window, and the van’s interior rapidly fills up with smoke. You hear distant screams, shouts and coughs, as your eyes close and you sink into deep, black nothingness...

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