#yoongi rainbow moments

[stormblessed95]

This or That? Dog vs Cat?

Yoonmin: "You don't HAVE to pick just one"

Also yoonmin: *gives bi energy all day long*

#jimin rainbow moments #yoongi rainbow moments #yoonmin #me just giggling over jokes and stereotypes

[wishesunderthestars]

Eunoia // Ch. 26

eunoia (noun): beautiful thinking, the possession of a well-balanced mind, which exhibits goodwill and kindness

Pairings: Hybrid! BTS x reader

Summary: You are a world famous director and you have dedicated your life to your job.You have everything you could ever dream of; wealth, recognision, talent, your friends and family. But loneliness isn’t cured by success. So what happens when you somehow rescue seven hybrids? Can they fill the void?

Genre: Angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, eventual smut

Word Count: 12.1k+

Warnings: past abuse, past sexual abuse, cursing, past violence,

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It was the second time Taehyung was in Jungkook’s atelier—only recently had Jungkook started thinking of it like that, before it was the atelier—but he was looking around him like it was a fairytale and everything was made of magic. Jungkook guessed he must have looked a little like that as well the first time you had shown him the room and told him it was his to do as he pleased. Athens and the Parthenon stretching on the wall never failed to inspire wonder and a deep respect in him, regardless of how long it had been since the first time he walked inside.

Everything else in the room was quite different from that first day. The once pristine and unused room was now splattered in paint. It was everywhere, on the floor and the cabinets and on the many newspapers that he used to cover everything. The first time he had stained the floor with paint, he had gone to you with teary eyes, lowered ears, and a hundred apologies on the tip of his tongue. You had simply laughed and told him that the room was his and he could paint the whole floor if he wanted to. The only thing you asked of him was to be careful of the wall painting. Jungkook would have never touched it in the first place.

Finished canvases were leaning against the cabinets and the walls. Most of them were of places Jungkook found beautiful, the Eiffel Tower, the Parthenon, a neighborhood in Amsterdam he had seen in one of your photos. There were also a few paintings of the pack, you and Seokjin cooking in the kitchen, Yoongi playing the piano, Namjoon and Hoseok under the large tree in the garden, Taehyung with Alice at the lake, and Jimin smiling so wide his eyes turned into crescent moons.

Jungkook longed for Jimin with an insatiable hunger. Now that he had gotten a taste of him once and Jimin told him he wanted it, now that there was no guilt and anguish, he couldn’t get enough of him. He wanted to always be touching him, holding him, and scenting him. His scent was like an aphrodisiac to him and he was addicted.

However, when Taehyung had shyly asked about his atelier, he was compelled to show it to him. It wasn’t often that Taehyung asked for anything and although he hadn’t specifically asked to see the room, Jungkook knew he would like it. Taehyung’s smile was also addicting and rare like a precious gem. So, he had left Jimin with Seokjin to cook in the kitchen and had taken Taehyung’s hand and climbed down the stairs. His hand was soft and he could still feel its ghost on his palm.

He was right, Taehyung’s smile was worth it. It was a tiny one, a small curve of his lips, but it was stunning.

His tiger ears twitched when his eyes landed on the painting of him. He approached slowly, taking it in. A hand reached out but he drew it back before it could touch the canvas.

In the painting, Alice was grinning brightly at Taehyung, one of her rainbow butterfly hair-clips clipped on his dark hair. But what Jungkook loved the most about it was Taehyung’s smile. For the first time, with Alice, Taehyung looked genuinely happy. The painting didn’t do the moment justice, he hadn’t managed to capture the tiger hybrid perfectly. He had taken a picture of the two of them and used it as reference but it was difficult, almost impossible, to immortalize Taehyung’s beauty in that moment.

“Do you like it?” Jungkook asked gently.

Taehyung startled as if the painting had enchanted him and Jungkook’s voice broke the spell. He hugged himself with one hand, almost like he wanted to stop himself from touching the painting. “It’s… beautiful.”

“It was a beautiful moment,” Jungkook agreed. “Alice is incredible, right?”

Taehyung nodded slowly. “I… have it. The butterfly. She doesn’t want back… it.”

They both looked at the painting. Jungkook wasn’t sure if they were seeing the same thing but maybe they were.

“Do you want to paint again?” he asked, breaking the silence. He took down the half-finished canvas of a beach from the easel and replaced it with a blank canvas.

Taehyung didn’t hesitate to agree this time. They picked up different brushes, chose a few tubes of oil paint and set themselves to work. Jungkook showed him how to paint a sunset—he had perfected the skill through a lot of observation and many YouTube videos. Taehyung seemed to have fun blending the colors and drawing the shapes of semi-transparent clouds.

They stayed in the atelier for a few hours until they were called for dinner by Hoseok, whose heart-shaped smile at seeing them together in their paint-splattered clothes rivaled the beauty of the sunset. After the meal, Jungkook asked if Taehyung would like to take the painting of him and Alice to his room. They hung it on the wall with Yoongi’s help and went back to the garden together.

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You were filming at Monmouth Manufacturing for the day. They were the last couple of scenes you would be filming there for Season 1. Hopefully—and most probably—, you would see it again next year, or the year after that, filming for Season 2. First, you would have to finish Crooked Kingdom and then towards the end of the year, maybe you could work on the Raven Cycle. Your schedule was already crazy and you were troubled about what that meant for the next year.

A headache was brewing behind your temples and you were trying very hard to ignore it. You had been at the studios since 6 o’clock in the morning and you were going crazy. It would be one of those 15-16 hour days. You could see it coming. The executive producer of Paper Hearts had called to tell you that you were desperately needed for a board meeting for the next season. They had changed the time of the meeting to later in the afternoon to fit your schedule, which proved that it was important. You dreaded the drive to the other side of Los Angeles and what was sure to be a very long discussion.

During your lunch break, you texted Namjoon that you would be late again. He didn’t say anything but you knew he was disappointed. He had to be. You had barely spent any time with them in the past few days. There were also matters you still had to discuss. You hadn’t told the other hybrids about the thing between the three of you and they deserved to know. Your headache got worse just thinking about it.

You flipped through the script during a small break, sipping on your third cup of coffee of the day. It was making you jittery but the other option was falling asleep in your chair.

“Okay, I think we are good to move on to the next scene,” you told Will. “And then we’re done for the day.”

“Should I get someone to call the actors?”

“Yeah, see if they are done with makeup and send them in.” You rolled your neck and let out a heavy sigh. “All things considered it’s going pretty well.”

Will chuckled as he motioned for someone from the staff to come closer. “For someone who’s been here since six, you’re doing remarkably well.”

You waited for him to send the man to fetch the actors before speaking again. “We’ll see about that when we’re done with this scene. If I’m on my feet and awake by then, I deserve an award.”

Will shrugged, leaning back on his chair. “I’ve seen you do worse. Do you remember when we were filming ‘The Grand Masquerade’ in Prague? You were running on three hours of sleep a night for a week. I thought you would fall asleep during filming and wouldn’t wake up for a couple of days.”

“I was younger then,” you shrugged it off. You eyed the script again, focusing on your notes. “ I don’t have the same energy.”

“It was three years ago.”

“Three years can be a long time.”

You could understand that better than anyone, considering that this year sometimes seemed like a decade to you. In a year, your whole life had changed. You were different, everything was different from last year. Three years could be a very long time, indeed. But also the blink of an eye.

One of the actors arrived and you both greeted him. Soon, he was swept away by the movement director.

“I think you need another break,” Will declared in all of his dramatic glory.

You tapped your long nails on your plastic cup, the action was strangely soothing. “I think I need another coffee.”

“You certainly need a break,” Will insisted. “And you certainly don’t need another coffee.”

He had noticed your restlessness, then. “We just came back from a break. And there is no time for another one. After we are done here, promotions for Six of Crows begin then there is the premiere and the tour and they are getting everything ready to begin filming for Season 6 of Paper Hearts. And Crooked Kingdom is next year and I am very behind on that.”

Will’s face did that thing he did whenever he was done with you, his features slacking like he was bored and a little irritated. “You can’t be behind on something that hasn’t even started yet. Be serious.”

“I am. Deadly.”

Will rolled his eyes. “Break. You need a break.”

The rest of the actors arrived then and the subject was dropped in favor of going over the details of the scene with them. They took their places and filming began. There was a place where the scene kept being snagged and you had to go over it four times to get it right and five more to perfect it.

By the end, you were running like you were being hunted to find John and drive to the company building. The meeting as you had expected was long and tiring. At least, it was a productive one. You discussed the script, the new additions, and the schedule. You shared a few worries and disagreements you had and you mostly managed to find the middle ground. Another meeting would be held in a week before filming would officially start in a few weeks.

It was past eleven when you opened the door of the Castle. No one was in the living room, which was to be expected.

“I’m back!” you shouted, even though no one would hear you if they were in the garden. The night was warm and your skin felt stifling. Sweat dotted your forehead and the change of temperature, when you walked inside the air-conditioned Castle, sent a shock through your system. Your legs had turned to stones and you struggled to take off your shoes.

All you wanted was to fall asleep. You opened the balcony door and shouted again that you were back and that you would be in your room. You closed it before you could hear any replies.

In your room, you had to force yourself to change into your pajamas instead of falling face-first onto your bed in your dirty clothes. You didn’t have the energy to take a shower like you usually did at the end of the day. Your appetite had also disappeared. You hadn’t eaten dinner but you weren’t hungry. You were taking off your makeup in the bathroom when there was a knock on your door.

For a moment, you debated not answering but you dismissed the thought instantly.

“Come in,” you called. “I’m in the bathroom.”

You heard the door open and close again. You dragged the cotton pad roughly across your face, you didn’t have the patience to be gentle and it left your skin red. Some days it was just too sensitive.

“Are you alright?” The care in Seokjin’s voice tugged at the tight knot in your chest, loosened it. You glanced at the door but he wasn’t there.

Most of the makeup was gone from your face and you looked like a mess. You threw the cotton pads in the bin and washed your face quickly to get rid of the mascara under your eyes and any stubborn residues of makeup.

Seokjin was standing by your vanity, waiting for you. It wasn’t often that he came to your room. You weren’t used to seeing him there but it felt right.

“For someone who has been running around for more than sixteen hours, I am peachy,” you tried to joke but the delivery was lacking. It was confirmed by Seokjin’s frown.

“That’s too much, even for you. That isn’t healthy.”

“It is what it is,” you said, trying not to sound defensive. “It isn’t something I haven’t done before. And tomorrow’s schedule is easier so it’s alright.”

That didn’t seem to do anything to ease his mind. “Because you did it before, it doesn’t mean you should keep doing that.”

You rubbed your temples, your headache was getting worse. “There are things that need to get done. I can’t just stop because I’m tired. I get calls all day and my inbox is full of emails I haven’t answered yet. I have a million things on my plate, I can’t ignore them.”

“I know,” Seokjin said, his tone softer. He came closer to you and took your hand in his. The touch was grounding. You hadn’t realized you were spiraling until your feet were planted on the earth again. “We know how important your work is and how much effort you have put in to be where we are. It’s admirable and it’s incredible that you’ve managed to do all this. But your health is important too. You can’t keep running with an empty tank. You need to rest too.”

You heaved a sigh and let your head fall forward to rest on his chest. Your nose wasn’t as sensitive as a hybrid’s but breathing in the familiar sweetness calmed you. He hugged you and drew you closer to him, his hand kneading the tense muscles of your shoulders and the back of your neck.

“We missed you,” he said almost in a whisper.

“You always miss me.”

Seokjin stayed quiet but you both knew. They always missed you because you were always gone.

“You should eat something before you fall asleep. Yoongi and I made gnocchi with prosciutto and parmesan and garlic bread with mozzarella. I can bring it here but I think it would be best if you ate in the kitchen. Everyone wants to see you but they don’t want to bother you.”

The simple act of going to the kitchen sounded like climbing a mountain. Your bed looked too attractive, only a meter away and very very soft. Your eyelids were heavy with the need to sleep and yet…

“I’ll come to the kitchen,” you said. Having woken up at five, you hadn’t seen anyone before leaving. The thought of not seeing them at all today left a sour taste in your mouth. “But can we stay here? For a bit?”

Seokjin placed a tender kiss on the crown of your head. “Of course. For as long as you want.”

You lost track of time in his arms but no more than five minutes must have passed by the time you pulled back with a heavy heart. A temporary balm had been applied to the ailments of the day. You could hold yourself up for a few more minutes to eat a little, you had been doing it all day.

Your legs were as heavy as concrete walking to the kitchen. You had to concentrate on putting one foot in front of the other, otherwise, you might just collapse. There was noise coming from the kitchen but your tired mind couldn’t register what they were saying.

You were surprised to see that everyone was there waiting for you, even Taehyung. Yoongi placed the plates in front of your seat and Jimin added the cutlery. Everyone else was sitting around the table in their usual stools.

Their greetings were quieter than usual and you guessed that they were conscious of how tired you were. You gave them the warmest smile you could master and patted Hoseok’s hair as you passed by to take your seat. The aroma of the food made your stomach growl, you hadn’t realized how hungry you had been before. Your appetite was back. Everything looked incredible as always and you couldn’t wait to dig in.

“Are you all just going to look at me while I eat?” you asked, picking up your fork.

The hybrids looked sheepish at your question.

“We just wanted to see you,” Jungkook said. “You left too early in the morning.”

You had to compose yourself to pierce a couple of gnocchi with your fork and not sigh out loud. Yoongi’s eyes were heavy on you, they were the ones you could detect with the most ease. You were the most aware of him.

“I had too much to do today. They have been bugging me from the studios for days. If I didn’t start early, I would have never finished. And I prefer an early morning to a late night. I tend to work better in the morning.”

You forced the fork to your mouth. You were ravenous but the conversation stalled your appetite.

“I would think that this was considered a late night,” Namjoon pointed out.

The taste, as expected, was heavenly. The creaminess of the parmesan sauce was tied perfectly with the savory crispy prosciutto. In your condition, you felt like it was wasted on you. As hungry as you were, you just wanted to put your fork down and go to sleep. But you couldn’t do that. You were better than that, you could eat something and then you could go to sleep. You could do that, you had done this before. Hadn’t you?

“This isn’t a late night,” you said after you swallowed the delicious bite. You had to eat another one. And another one. “Late nights can be anything from three a.m. to the next morning. This doesn’t happen often but I really had too many things to do. This is just for a few weeks because we’re moving very fast with the Raven Boys and filming for Season 6 of Paper Hearts will start soon. There are a lot of meetings and things they need my opinion on, it will actually be better once filming starts. They don’t need me as much then.”

You pushed the gnocchi around and you could tell they didn’t believe you without looking at them. It was true that your workload was heavier these days but you couldn’t exactly guarantee that it would get better soon. Filming for the Raven Cycle had been going exceptionally well and it was moving faster than you had originally planned. It would be wrapping up by the end of September or by early October at the latest. Wrapping up was a lot of work, the beginning and the end were the busiest parts.

The rest of autumn was going to be very difficult too. There was the premier as well, which added to your workload greatly. It would take up all of November and the work for it would start from October. Maybe December would be calmer. Maybe.

You ate the rest of your meal in relative silence. They didn’t talk more about you leaving early and coming back late although you knew they wanted to. Their voices were quiet as they talked about anything from witches in cartoons to color theory. You let their words play in the background like the sound from a TV as you tried to eat as much as you could.

The result was a half-finished plate of gnocchi and one less garlic bread with mozzarella. Your eyes were closing involuntarily by then, staying closed for longer periods each time. If you didn’t go to sleep now, you would fall face-first into the gnocchi.

You slid off your seat and balanced yourself on numb legs. “Thank you for this, it was delicious. But I really need to go to sleep now.”

“It’s okay,” Seokjin said, glancing at half of the food still on the plate. “You should rest.”

“At what time do you start work tomorrow?” Yoongi asked. He had been silent during your dinner and his voice rang louder than the rest to your ears.

It must have taken a few seconds to navigate the fog in your mind before you could answer. “Filming starts around nine, so I should be there by eight. Half past eight at most.”

“That’s still too early,” Hoseok said, frowning.

You waved their worries off. They had better things to worry about than the job you had been doing for half of your life. “It isn’t too early. I can sleep for a decent number of hours before I have to get ready. It’s alright, really. Goodnight, everyone. Sweet dreams.”

With effort, you dragged your body to your bedroom. You didn’t bother turning on the lights and stumbled to your bed guided only by the moonlight. There wasn’t a point in closing the blinds when you would wake up around the time the sun was rising. The light of your phone was too bright in the darkness and it made your eyes sting as you set an alarm.

A few messages caught your attention but a knock stopped you before you could open them.

“Come in,” you called, setting your phone aside. The door opened and the light from the hallway slipped in, outlining the silhouettes of the two hybrids. “Is everything okay?”

They both nodded and Jimin took a few steps into the room. “Can we sleep here tonight?”

“Both of you?” you asked, half-suppressing a yawn. Unlike Jimin, Jungkook hadn’t slept in your room before and the only time you had shared a bed was in Virginia.

Jungkook’s bunny ears drooped. “I can go, I don’t mind. I just missed you.”

“Sorry, that isn’t how I meant it.” Your surroundings were a bit blurry, the minutes stretched but were also impossibly short. It felt a little like life was a dream when you were tired like this. “Come in, both of you. And close the door behind you. It is blinding me a bit.”

They hurried inside and did as you told them. You couldn’t see them well as they moved through the darkness. They surrounded you, lying on different sides. Jimin didn’t hesitate to draw closer, throwing an arm over your stomach. Jungkook was a little stiffer on your left like he didn’t know how to situate himself. You found his hand, intertwining your fingers, and a quiet sigh escaped his lips.

It felt right, lying between them. Like that was how it was meant to be. But maybe that was the exhaustion talking, the dream realm slipping into the waking world.

“I missed you too,” you whispered. “Now sleep. I have an alarm set for the morning.”

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Summer bled seamlessly into autumn. The change wasn’t apparent in the Castle, autumn had only arrived in name. The heat was still there and would remain for some time. During the days, it still made sweat drip down your temples the few times you filmed outside the studios but the nights were comfortable and moon-bright.

You had a couple of hours free between takes and nothing to do so you got into your car (John had taken the day off to spend some time with Alice) and started the engine. “Nothing to do” was a relative term of course. There were many things you could be doing, countless extra little tasks that crowded your thoughts, but you disregarded all of them. You had been spending whole days away from home and you were beginning to feel guilty about it.

On your way back, you stopped by your favorite homemade gelato shop. In San Diego, you had gone for gelato the first day and the hybrids had loved it. You had made it a habit to get gelato at the beginning of each day during ComicCon, it was your little ritual. You had ordered gelato a couple of times to the Castle as well but with eight people, it didn’t last more than a day.

There were dozens of flavors behind the display case, all of them looking delectable. You got a wide variety, remembering the flavors they liked the most. You picked hazelnut, tiramisu, chocolate chip cookie, almond, caramel, coconut, cream and sour cherry, nutella, and vanilla and asked for 1 kilo of each to be delivered to your house. It was too hot and your house was too far to transport them in your car.

You didn’t have to wait more than a few minutes outside the gate before the delivery boy arrived. You got the bags full of gelato containers from him and sent him off with a hefty tip. The Castle was a long way from the heart of the city and anyone willing to make deliveries there deserved a nice tip.

Unlocking and opening the door was a struggle but you managed. You shouted you were back and fast-walked down the stairs, the plastic bags digging into your hands. On the second level, you were faced with Jungkook, who was also climbing the stairs to reach you. He looked as if he was ready to attack you with a hug before noticing the bags.

“A little help?” you asked, raising the bags a little higher. Your arms protested loudly.

Jungkook quickly took most of the bags from you and if you hadn’t been the one carrying them before, you would have believed they were light as a feather with the way he was holding them. “What are all these?” he asked, peeking into the bags. His eyes sparkled and his smile widened in realization when he spotted the containers. “Is that–?”

“Gelato,” you said, a little proud of yourself for thinking of making the stop on your way back.

Jungkook’s steps turned into little hops. “You are the best! How much did you get? Are these all different flavors?”

“You will see…”

Jungkook made a sound close to a petulant whine. “Come on,” he said, dragging the vowels. “What are they? Did you get hazelnut?”

“We’re almost there. You’ll see in a minute.” The garden was coming into view as you climbed down to the last level but Jungkook still turned back to pout at you. “Dramatic bunny,” you muttered lowly but not low enough for his enhanced hearing not to pick it up. You didn’t mind, his giggles were cute.

At the bottom of the stairs, Namjoon and Seokjin were waiting for you.

Seokjin squeezed your wrist in greeting before saying, “He is a very dramatic bunny.”

“Hey! You should be on my side!”

Seokjin raised his eyebrows. “And why is that?” And that set off a round of bickering as they walked to the table to set down the bags.

Despite your protests, Namjoon took the last bags from you. “You should accept a little help from time to time,” he said firmly. You knew that he meant it for more than this. You decided to ignore it for now, you would overthink this later.

“Everyone, gather around! I brought gelato!” you called.

In a few minutes, everyone was gathered around the table. Hoseok, upon seeing the many containers of gelato, had done a happy dance, kissed your cheek and ran upstairs with Seokjin to get bowls and spoons. Jimin had wrapped himself around your back and was licking his lips, which was highly distracting. You shouldn’t be thinking about this.

Taehyung was the quietest one, as he usually was. He was sitting next to Yoongi, looking at all the containers with parted lips.

“I got gelato for us,” you told him. “It is really good. I got a lot of flavors so you can try as many as you want.”

“Gelato,” Taehyung repeated softly, gazing at the containers spread over the table.

Hoseok and Seokjin arrived with eight bowls, too many spoons and three ice cream scoops—you didn’t even know you had that many—and set them down around the table. You busied yourself with opening all the containers. You already knew which flavors you wanted so you grabbed one of the scoops and served yourself three scoops of ice cream.

Jimin had hooked his chin over your shoulder and wasn’t making any move to serve himself. That was up to you then.

“Which flavor do you want?” you asked him, dipping the scoop into the cup of water.

He rubbed his cheek against your shoulder lazily. “Hmmm, I think I want to try a few before I decide.”

You decided to indulge him, you liked it when he got playful and joked with you. You preferred when he was confident and asked for what he wanted. It was beautiful to witness how much he had changed through the months. You dipped a spoon into the flavors in your bowl first and brought them to his mouth. He savored each spoonful, humming and licking his full lips. He was so close to you, if you turned completely your noses would touch. How did you always end up in these situations lately?

“I want that too,” Jungkook said, pouting and pointing at your spoon. He was sitting at the bench and he had his own bowl in front of him, filled with four scoops of gelato.

“You want almond?” you asked.

“No, I want to be fed too.”

“You really are a baby,” Seokjin said. “Is that what’s going to be happening now? Whatever one has the other wants too?”

Jungkook looked away, taking his spoon again disappointed. “No, it just looked nice. It felt nice to be cared for when we were at the lake. If you don’t want to, that’s okay. I just wanted to ask.”

At the lake, you had been feeding them strawberries dipped in chocolate and your mind had run too wild. You should stop thinking about that. “I want to, you are just a little far. I can’t really reach.”

Jimin was about to say something, probably offer a solution but before he could, Seokjin had picked up Jungkook and plopped him down in his lap.

“Here, I will feed you, you big baby. Is this alright?” he asked, ever caring.

Jungkook squirmed a little but seemed pleased, a light flush settling on his cheeks. “Yes, of course.” He was as tall as Seokjin but in his lap, he looked much smaller. He opened his mouth obediently when Seokjin brought the spoon to his lips.

Your eyes strayed to Taehyung, you were hyper-aware of him whenever you were in the same place. His eyes had that look that you couldn’t understand, it was there every time you interacted with the other hybrids lately. They were telling you that he was opening up more these days but to you, he remained a mystery.

In the end, Jimin ate most of your gelato and you scooped some chocolate chip cookie into your bowl because you knew how much he liked it. Hoseok and Namjoon closed the containers and carried them upstairs, they returned and went to sit by the pool. Yoongi finished quickly and lied down under the shade of the tree closest to them. Jungkook grew sleepy and turned to the side, laying his head on Seokjin’s shoulder. Jimin joined them, hugging Jungkook from the side.

Taehyung stayed at the bench like he wasn’t sure where he should go, his empty bowl in front of him.

“Did you like it?” you asked, gesturing to his bowl. Another reminder of your shortcomings, you didn’t even know how much he had progressed in English.

“Yes, thank you,” he replied. The low timbre of his voice surprised you each time. You heard it so rarely that you didn’t get the chance to get used to it.

You should make an effort to talk to him, avoiding him would only make matters worse. But you couldn’t find anything to say. What exactly could you say to him, who had lived most of his life like a caged animal, who you had bought at an illegal auction?

Suddenly, you had the equivalent of a light bulb lighting up next to your head in a cartoon.

“Hobi told me you liked the painting of the pomegranate in the gallery,” you said then realized that pomegranate was probably a word he couldn’t understand and proceeded to explain the painting. “It has glass around it and a hand is holding it. Am I making sense?”

Seokjin looked at you amused but Taehyung nodded in understanding. “It is beautiful.”

“Right, it is,” you agreed. “The artist, the one who made it, is holding an exhibition in LA. We could go if you would like.”

You had bought the painting from her long before her fame had grown and spread. There was a magic to the way Eliana Velasco painted, everything came alive under her brush strokes. The painting of the pomegranate had enchanted you and given your history, you had to have it.

“Go?” he repeated, clearly confused.

“Yeah, to a place that has many of her paintings. You can see them there. Would you like that?” Talking to him, you were more nervous than at any of the award shows you had attended the past few years, more nervous than during any contract negotiations.

Taehyung’s eyes widened a fraction before he nodded. “Can I… see them?”

“Of course,” you said.

Jungkook stirred against Seokjin’s shoulder. “Are we going to an exhibition?”

“If you want to.”

“Are you going to be there too?” he asked and that was harder to answer. Your schedule was the busiest it had been in months and you were drowning in deadlines and responsibilities. You were saved from answering him by a notification on your phone. The numbers displaying the time showed that you were late to leave. You pocketed your phone and with quick goodbyes, you disappeared.

 You were so stupid. You had offered to take Taehyung to an exhibition when work was wrapped around you like a noose. But you had panicked. Eliana had sent you an invitation for the opening night, promising there would be French champagne and hors d’ oeuvres. You had attended plenty of her exhibitions and had many conversations about art and life and their inter-connected philosophy while drinking champagne or wine and staring at paintings.

Although Taehyung’s situation was solved and Amelia had let you know some time ago that legally you were safe, going to the opening night didn’t sound like a good idea. There would be many journalists there who would love to write a piece about you and your sudden decision to adopt so many hybrids. They could go without you another day, that wouldn’t be too bad. Taehyung looked so hopeful and now that you had said it, you couldn’t take it back. You could text Eliana and ask her if she could meet you there one day so you could introduce her to them.

You should try and get some time off.

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It was like a curse, to not be able to sleep in the very few hours you could afford to. Your bed was empty and cold and you couldn’t get comfortable regardless of how much you twisted and turned. Your limbs were too long and awkward and nothing felt right. All the wild thoughts you couldn’t be bothered with during the day showed up one after the other to be examined from every angle and set aside to pick up the next one. It was a losing battle and yet you insisted on fighting it every time before giving in, getting up and popping a pill into your mouth.

You returned the bottle to the cabinet and closed it. After Seoul, for some time it had returned to your bedside table but after a couple of weeks had passed it felt like you were admitting defeat by keeping it there. The image in the mirror was a far cry from the celebrity you were supposed to be. The darkness under your eyes formed bruises, getting worse by the day. Your skin had grown pale and your hair was a mess, you hadn’t had enough strength to braid it before attempting to fall asleep.

You considered going back to bed but the pills could take up to an hour to work when your insomnia reached its peak and you were craving a snack. Something small and sweet sounded nice.

Once again, you had returned late and eaten dinner alone. Your appetite was lacking although the food was delicious. Sometimes, it got like that when you were too tired. You had promised yourself to limit early mornings and late nights but that had changed when you had texted Eliana about the exhibition. She had offered to accompany you to the exhibition on one of the days it was closed to the public and you were more than thankful to her but that also meant that you would have to take half the day off.

The TV was on in the living room, subtitles displayed at the bottom of the screen with no sound. Namjoon was sitting on the couch, arms crossed and watching with distracted eyes. Everyone else had departed to their rooms for the night. His ears twitched as you took a few more steps and he turned to look at you.

You waved your hand, trying to offer him a smile. “Hey.”

He sat up straighter. “Hi. Why are you still awake? Do you need something?”

“Just some water. Maybe a snack.”

“You were really tired when you went to bed. Did you not fall asleep?” he asked, frowning.

You shrugged. “I couldn’t. It’s one of those nights. If I eat something, maybe I will fall asleep easier. A full stomach and all that.” You didn’t mention the pill, it was awkward to do that. “Don’t let me disturb you. I’ll just grab something and go back to bed.”

Namjoon got up and in a few strides, he was standing in front of you. He caressed your cheek, searching for something in your eyes. You weren’t sure what he could see there. “I’ll join you. Let’s sit together for a bit. I haven’t seen you properly in a few days.”

“But you must have stayed back to watch that,” you said. A documentary was playing on the TV, something about Egyptian history.

“It doesn’t matter. I would rather spend my time with you. Unless you don’t want to, then I’ll go back to the couch and be very quiet.”

You slid your hand in his, the touch grounding you in a night that felt both like you were wide awake and caught in a blurry dream. “I would like some company. I’ve missed you too. I’m–”

“Don’t say you’re sorry. There is no need for that.”

He leaned down, placing a sweet kiss on your forehead. His lips lingered for a few moments, warmth spreading inside you. You raised your head and captured his lips in a kiss. The worst part was that you couldn’t remember how long it had been since you had last shared a kiss. His lips were velvet as you remembered them. This was home. Running back and forth, you had forgotten what it felt like.

You pulled back and grabbed his hand. “Let’s go.”

In the kitchen, Namjoon stood next to you as you rummaged through the cupboards for something that looked appetizing to you. The cupboards were full and yet nothing was calling to you until Namjoon remembered that Seokjin had made ice cream sandwiches with the gelato you had bought and various kinds of cookies. That sounded like heaven so you opened the freezer and chose two of them.

You leaned against the counter, shoulder to shoulder with Namjoon, while you devoured them. Gelato might not have been the best idea to put you to sleep but they tasted heavenly. The pill would start working sooner or later.

“Is it worse today?” he asked. He didn’t elaborate further, he didn’t have to.

The ice cream sandwiches were gone and you were left holding the plate. You licked your fingers and placed it in the sink. “I have a lot of things on my mind. I should be too tired to think but apparently, I’m never too tired for that.”

“Anything in particular?”

“Everything, more or less.” You turned to the side, facing him. “There’s too much to think about and not enough time. Never enough time,” you muttered the last sentence to yourself. If you had all the time in the world it would still not be enough, you would find a way to fill it. “I’ve been putting everything off. Everything I don’t want to deal with or I don’t know how to deal with. And the longer I put it off, the worse it gets.”

He was quiet for a few seconds, taking in what you said and pondering how to reply. It was beautiful, how his mind worked and how attentive he was. “If there is any way we can help you, anything I–we can do, we will. Whatever you want to do, we will support you. Sometimes, in our head, we can make things look bigger, more scary than they are. Do you want to talk about them? Maybe if you talk about what you have to do or what you’re worried about, it will be easier to work out the best way to approach them.”

That was something your therapist used to tell you, that while things festered in your head, they would only get more tangled and more daunting. She had suggested writing them down or talking to her about them. She was right, you knew she was right and that it helped and yet you hadn’t stopped to do that.

You took a deep breath, debating if it would be better to find a notebook and figure out your mess on paper instead of dragging Namjoon into it. But there was a part of you that itched to confide in him and give in to the way you felt safe when you were together. 

“I don’t even know where to start,” you confessed.

You started slowly, with your usual worries about Taehyung, how he was adjusting and how little time you were spending with him and if that was for the best. It was the same old spiralling, you had poked and prodded at it so many times and Namjoon must have been bored of listening to the same rehashed concerns, yet he didn’t interrupt you. You unravelled steadily, once you started speaking, you couldn’t stop. There was the filming for the Raven Cycle, the final touches of Six of Crows, the premiere and the weeks of promotions and the anticipation for the reviews of the critics and the audiences. The book you hadn’t finished and the deadline you couldn’t meet.

You rubbed your hands over your face. It had been so long since most of those problems had surfaced and you were ashamed that you hadn’t faced them yet. “And we haven’t told anyone about us. We said we would and I know you’re waiting for me but I’m never here. And I don’t know how.”

Namjoon caught your hand and brought it to his lips. Lowering it, his thumb rubbed soothing circles on your skin. “It doesn’t have to be complicated. They will understand and they will be happy for us. You shouldn’t let this keep you awake, everything will be alright. They are our pack, this won’t change anything.”

“But…” The anxiety that persisted. “Yoongi. What if his reaction is… bad. You know what he said.”

“That was before.” He sounded sure but there was a tightness at his jaw. “It is different now. He is different, you can see it. He is softer around the edges, he even helps Jin in the kitchen. He’s settling in.”

 “Because he doesn’t know,” you said. “You remember what he said, right? That night? That I adopted you so I could take my pick and now there is Jin and it’s just too much like that, can’t you see it?”

“It’s nothing like that. We both–” Namjoon stiffened, his gaze locking somewhere towards the entrance. “Yoongi?”

Your heart rate sped up, a knot forming in your chest. Yoongi walked in, his socked feet not making a sound. How much had he heard? The last minutes of the conversation replayed in your mind in a panicked mess. What had you said? How long had he been there, listening to you, before Namjoon noticed him? What conclusions would he reach?

Instinctively, you tried to get away from Namjoon but his hold on your hand kept you there.

The panther’s face didn’t give anything away. You couldn’t read him regardless of how much you studied him. You didn’t know his tells, if he had any. His expression was a carefully curated mask of apathy and you couldn’t see past it. Or you didn’t dare to try. Maybe you were too afraid of what you would find.

“How did you know it was me?” he asked, voice missing some of its smoothness.

Namjoon held your hand tighter. “You are the only one who can sneak up on me.”

You swallowed down your anxiety and tried to think of him the way he was the past few months, when he helped you with rearranging your office, him playing the piano in the afternoons, your walk at the lake, the vague memory of him helping you up to your room when you were drunk in Virginia. But they were all pushed back by the memory of his snarl and his sharp teeth that night.

“How much did you hear?” you asked, forcing your voice to be steady. He was going to learn of it at some point and as scared as you were, you had to face this.

“Enough.” His tail curled behind him and stilled. “You are afraid of my reaction to something. Is that it?”

Your eyes locked with Namjoon’s and he nodded. This time you weren’t going to run. This time would be different. “Yes, there is something we wanted to tell you. Something we wanted to tell everyone. I didn’t know how to tell you, that’s all.”

“You can tell me now,” he said and it sounded almost like a dare. You weren’t sure if you were walking into a trap.

Namjoon spoke up before you could. “You remember that the two of us are… We are together, as humans would say, romantically.” Yoongi nodded. You couldn’t imagine how he could forget. “That extends to Jin now. We love him and he loves us.” It was almost like he was challenging him to say anything but Yoongi was quiet.

“We didn’t know how to tell everyone. And you…” You didn’t know how to finish.

He scoffed. “I was an asshole.” One side of his lips was twisted up but something about it hurt. “You didn’t want to tell me because I was an asshole when I found out about you two. Worse than an asshole.” He dropped his gaze to the floor, his shoulders were slumped as if in defeat. For a moment, you wished to reassure him but what he was saying was the truth. “I understand. I’m not– I’m happy for you. And I’m sorry.”

He turned to leave but, through your confusion, you knew you didn’t want him to go.

“Wait,” you called. He stopped but didn’t turn around. “Let’s talk. We need to talk.”

Yoongi looked at you over his shoulder. This time, you studied him without your heavy-duty lenses, without the fear of discovery. Like the expression of an actor, you picked apart the tiniest details to paint a picture. When your own barriers were gone, it was easier to see.

“What is there to talk about?” he asked.

“A lot. Things we should have talked about sooner.” Communication was a golden rule in your handbook and you used to be good at it, you tried to be good at it. The misunderstanding trope was overused and useless when the issue could be resolved with a simple conversation.

It was about time you stopped walking on eggshells.

“We never truly talked about it,” you started. “And I didn’t really want to because things were going so well. They are going well. But you are my family now.” His lips parted, only slightly but you caught it. “I can’t know how all of you see it, if it’s the same for you, but that’s the way I feel. And I want to be honest with you. I still think about what you said in the garden and sometimes it affects me more than I would like. However, I would like to put it behind us but I want to know what you think.”

His eyes were sharp but you weren’t fooled this time. “Can we? Can we really put it behind us?”

 Namjoon was silent next to you, he was letting you handle it.

“I think we are already beginning to.” You took a deep breath in preparation. There was a question that could make or break this peace between you and you were both dreading and dying to ask. “Do you think that I’m taking advantage of them because I love them romantically?”

His eyes widened. “No,” he denied sharply. “No, of course I don’t.”

It was like a knot unravelling in your heart. Although there was a part of you that had known, the relief was still there. “Then we can move past it. We can try again. We are already trying again.”

“How?” Yoongi asked and he sounded smaller, much smaller than you were used to.

The pills were beginning to act, it was a light drowsiness at first. You had to do this quickly before you fell asleep and crumbled down on the floor.

“The same way we are doing now. By doing our best.”

“I am trying” His hands clenched into fists and loosened again. “I’m sorry. For everything.”

“You don’t need to be. Not anymore. As long as I know that we are fine.” Your eyes were growing heavier and the fog was slipping in. “I think we should go to bed now,” you said. It was getting more and more difficult to open your eyes.

You must have stumbled or something because you heard Yoongi ask, “Are you alright?” at the same time as Namjoon’s “Do you want help?”

You waved them both off. “I’m fine. It’s the pills.” It was easier to admit when you were almost asleep. One moment your feet were on the floor and the next you were up in the air. “Joon?”

“I’m taking you to your room. It’s time for sleep.” One of his arms was under your knees and the other was holding you close to his body.

“Namjoon, I can walk,” you protested weakly. Namjoon shushed you and you let it go. You were so incredibly sleepy and you were safe there. You relaxed in his arms and finally closed your eyes.

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Most of the flowers were drooping in the garden of the Castle. Namjoon and Jimin were attempting to keep them alive for as long as possible before fall swept them away. They cut off the dead leaves, watered the plants and applied the appropriate fertilisers. There were also varieties that lasted all year and the gardener had taught them how to take care of them too.

“These won’t last much longer,” Jimin said, running his fingers gently over the petals of a slowly wilting flower.

“They will bloom again in spring,” Namjoon reassured him. “Each season has its beauty and these belong to spring and summer. Autumn has its own colors too but they are different.”

Jimin pulled his hand back and grabbed the watering can. “I know, but I will miss them.”

Namjoon patted his head and Jimin preened under his touch, chasing his hand. He was too cute sometimes and Namjoon adored him. “It’s okay to miss it but you can also be happy about the new things that are coming. Miss Roberts said she will bring sunflowers and hydrangeas to plant next week, it will add some color. When something ends, something else begins.”

Jimin giggled, watering the flowers although they would be dead next week. “Nora has told you many times to call her by her name.”

Namjoon rubbed the back of his head. “I forgot. I’m trying.”

Yoongi came out of the house, a book in his hand. He had been visiting the library more lately. Namjoon had been wondering where he had been. The rest of the pack had holed up in the cinema room to watch a comedy and, like the two of them, Yoongi had opted out but they hadn’t seen him since.

“Yoongi!” Jimin called, waving with the hand that wasn’t holding the watering can. “Come here. Sit with us, we are almost done.”

Yoongi paused, glancing at the table and benches on the other side of the garden.

“Come on,” Namjoon called for him as well. That was enough to sway Yoongi’s decision, who made his way to them.

Jimin bounced up to him, grabbing his hand and dragging him to the flower bushes they were tending to. Yoongi grumbled about the rough treatment but Namjoon wasn’t fooled, the upturn of his lips was small but unmistakable.

Jimin explained to him what they had been doing so far and Yoongi listened to him attentively.

“They are beautiful. You have been doing a really good job. Both of you,” he said, his eyes darting to Namjoon.

He was tense, it wasn’t obvious but Namjoon could pick it up. He gave him a smile, hoping he would relax. Yoongi confused him but he thought he could understand him a little better now. “Thank you. What are you reading?”

“Oh, this?” Yoongi raised the book a little and shrugged. “I saw it and I thought it was interesting.”

“I haven’t seen that before,” Namjoon said.

The cover was painted in shades of yellow and orange, framing two pyramids. Without saying anything, Yoongi handed him the book. It was called The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho and it was a relatively short book. He turned it around to look at the synopsis and Jimin peeked at it over his shoulder. Namjoon wondered if you had read it or if it had been sitting there unread on your shelves for years. There were so many books in your library and you had admitted that you hadn’t read most of them, but you had also told them that once upon a time you used to read a hundred books a year.

“It does sound interesting,” Namjoon commented, passing back the book. “You should tell me if it is any good when you finish it.”

Yoongi looked down at the book’s cover. “I will.”

Jimin declared that they were done with gardening for the day and grabbed both of their hands, pulling them to the shade underneath one of the trees. They sat down and he situated himself with his head in Namjoon’s lap and his legs in Yoongi’s. Yoongi cracked open his book and began to read while Jimin talked about flowers.

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“And… CUT!” you called. It was repeated again by Will and the actors relaxed, the expressions of their characters wiped clean. “That will be it for today. Thank you everyone!”

The crew buzzed as the cameras and the sound systems were turned off. People were talking to their earpieces and others were giving pats on the back to each other for another successful day on set. Crew members passed by and offered their congratulations to you.

“What are you rushing for?” Will asked.

You continued throwing everything carelessly into your backpack. “I’m visiting the gallery today, remember?”

“Right, that’s today,” he said, snapping his fingers. Some things stuck with you in entertainment. For example, the overexaggerated gestures. “I thought you had a company meeting dressed like this. A very important one.”

In the morning, you had put more thought into your outfit compared to a simple filming day. You were wearing tan trousers and a form-fitting black top embellished by a crossover belt that wrapped around the body and was tied together with a golden Medusa head emblem. The heels, the golden earrings, bracelets, and rings confirmed that filming wasn’t the only thing on your schedule.

You slung your backpack over your shoulder (you would switch it later with a black Dior bag you had in your car). “No meetings for me today. I really have to go. I’ll catch up with you tomorrow.”

“Have a good time, boss!”

You greeted any familiar faces on your way to your car and sent a quick message to Namjoon that you would be picking them up soon. The 8-seater car was an impulse purchase at a time when you had a larger friend group. You hadn’t used it much, only for a couple of short trips to private beaches.

You checked your appearance in the visor mirror and reapplied some powder and lipstick. You looked good enough, there wasn’t much more you could do.

The hybrids were waiting by the fountain. They had dressed nicely for the occasion, wearing some of the more formal outfits you had bought for them. You could feel the excitement in the air as they climbed into the car. It had been a long time since you had gone to the city like this. Jimin was quick to slide into the passenger seat, followed by a little happy dance at his success.

The exhibition was taking place in Central Los Angeles, housed in a tall and wide building that appeared to be made up of several cubes that jutted out of the main structure. Jungkook and Hoseok had their phones out, taking photos of the strange building. Distantly, you remembered coming here before but you couldn’t place when or why.

Eliana was waiting for you inside wearing a simple flowing blue dress and a large smile. You greeted each other with a hug and proceeded to introduce the boys to her. She shook their hands enthusiastically and in a few seconds she had already engaged them in a conversation about art. Usually, she talked quickly like she was rushing to get everything out before she forgot but she was talking slowly now, using simpler words and waiting for Hoseok to translate whenever he deemed he should.

She guided you through the gallery, floating ahead of you. She gave explanations of some of her works while she let others speak for themselves. Taehyung’s eyes were sparkling while she talked, in a way you had never seen before. His smile stayed on during your whole visit, big and boxy, and you finally felt like you were doing something right.

The other hybrids seemed to be enjoying themselves as well. Namjoon was asking plenty of questions about the meaning behind the paintings and her inspiration and Jungkook was very interested in the more technical aspect of her work. She readily answered all of their questions and when you pointed out that Jungkook spent a lot of his time painting, she encouraged him to show her some of his work. Although he was shy, hiding behind his floppy ears at first, Eliana managed to convince him to show her a few of the paintings he had on his phone. She was stunned when you told her he had only been painting for a few months and Jungkook grew even shier when she showered him in compliments.

At the end of the tour, she let you wander the gallery by yourselves for some time and then suggested going to the gallery’s gardens to hang out. The gardens were of considerable size, about as large as the inside of the gallery. Neatly trimmed flower bushes lined the pathways and plenty of modern sculptures decorated the space. A large fountain stood proudly in the middle and there was an artfully made gazebo raised on a platform at a far corner, overlooking the gardens.

You offered to go get some coffee and some baked goods from a nearby bakery/coffee shop you had found on the internet. Eliana protested at first but she gave in quickly at the promise of an iced Spanish latte and muffins. Namjoon volunteered to accompany you, although what surprised you was Yoongi offering to come along.

“You need more than two people to carry everything,” was the only explanation you got. You couldn’t deny that he was right.

He hadn’t been acting any different towards you since you had let him know about the nature of your relationship with Seokjin, so you acted the same way you always did too. His quiet acceptance was more than enough for you and it was a great weight off your shoulders.

You were talking about the exhibition, not surprised that Yoongi had been paying close attention to the paintings as he recalled his favorites, when a call of your name surprised you. The voice was familiar and, for a few seconds, you couldn’t place it. Until you could. And the peace froze over.

You turned around to find Jacob waving at you in the quiet street. His hair was cut much shorter than the last time you had seen him and his white loose pants and half-unbuttoned shirt made him look like he had just stepped off a yacht party. Maybe he had. His thousand-watt smile, reminiscent of a politician, was fixed firmly on his face.

“Hey, I knew it was you,” he said when he caught up with you, like he had won a prize. He pulled you into a quick hug and you didn’t know what to do with your hands until he let you go. “Haven’t seen you in ages.”

You wiped invisible dust from your trousers. “Yeah, I’ve been very busy.”

“You were never  one for rest, right? The woman always running, always working, never has time for anything else,” he joked and it shouldn’t bother you the way it did. He gestured to Yoongi and Namjoon, “Aren’t you going to introduce us?”

Namjoon looked politely curious and Yoongi downright uninterested.

“Right,” you said. “This is Yoongi and Namjoon. And this is Jacob.”

Their eyes sharpened the moment you uttered the name.

“I’m just Jacob now?” he asked, eyebrows raised. “After three years? Not even a friend?”

“I don’t know. It isn’t like we’ve spoken since last year.”

Initially after your breakup, you used to imagine how your next meeting would go and how the two of you would act around each other. Three years was a long time to share your life with someone to then go back to being strangers. You hadn’t entertained the idea much since then, you had found yourself thinking about him less and less. Still, whenever you thought about meeting him, you hadn’t anticipated the bitterness that grazed your insides.

Jacob chuckled awkwardly. “Well, you said you were busy. I have been busy as well, I’m working with a few very big names, you know. I got my hands on some of the best songs of the year.”

“I’m sure they’re great.”

“Haven’t you listened to any of them? You must have heard a few of them. They were everywhere.” Jacob was talented enough and well-connected and he sure liked to brag about it. “I asked Zayn and he said you were doing well, working of course. And you got yourself some company too.”

You clenched your jaw to bite back the harshness burning on the tip of your tongue. You hated the way he said it and the way it reminded you of your mother.

“It was a bit of a surprise, I’ll admit. I don’t remember you ever talking about adopting, you didn’t seem a big fan of the idea. No offense of course,” he directed the last part to Namjoon and Yoongi.

“Things change,” you said dismissively. “We have to go. There are people waiting for us.”

Jacob’s smile didn’t falter but his eyes narrowed a fraction for only a second. He may only be part of your past but you could still read him well. Was it the same for him? Had he ever been able to read you in the first place?

“Of course,” he said. “I’ll see you around.”

“Sure.”

You turned around and started walking, Namjoon and Yoongi following you. Last year you loved him enough to move in with him and this year you couldn’t stand to be in his presence. You thought you would feel nothing when you’d see him again but the truth was that everything about him irritated you. His poised smile, his bragging, his nonchalance.

Why was he able to get under your skin like this? You were over him, you didn’t want anything to do with him. But you were supposed to be civil, uninterested like the heroines who didn’t raise more than an eyebrow in the direction of their exes. It irked you and the way he looked at Namjoon and Yoongi irked you more. You had defended him to everyone, he wasn’t a bad guy, he didn’t treat you badly but as time passed you were starting to realize some things you couldn’t see clearly before.

Yoongi was the first one to speak up when you had almost reached the coffee shop, “What an asshole.”

“He isn’t–” You stopped yourself and laughed. “You know what? He is, a little bit.”

“A little bit?” he repeated, doubtfully.

“I don’t want to judge but…” The way Namjoon paused told you everything you needed to know. “I had to try very hard to stop myself from growling at him.”

Yoongi smirked. “Down, wolf.” Namjoon ignored him.

“Thank you for not doing that, that wouldn’t have ended well. Please, don’t growl at people.”

“I don’t know if I can promise that.”

Well, you couldn’t say that you minded that much. You could admit to yourself that Namjoon growling was kind of hot. And if the situation called for it…

“I didn’t like the way he spoke to you,” Namjoon said. “It was weird. There was something about it that was wrong, almost demeaning.”

“He can be like that sometimes. Like he is above almost everyone else, like some things are beneath him. He would make those stupid comments and I would always try to ignore them,” He was always supportive of your career and proud of your success but he had never shown interest in any of your other hobbies and likes. Reading was boring, paintings were overrated and overpriced, drinking tea was pretentious. “I never thought I would be one of those shit-talking their exes unless they did something really bad.”

“I support this shit-talking,” Namjoon said.

“I do too,” Yoongi agreed.

It made a strangely pleasant feeling run up your spine. “We’re here,” you said, instead of continuing the conversation. According to Google Maps, you had arrived at the coffee shop.

As you walked inside, you might have heard Yoongi saying lowly to Namjoon, “I kind of wanted to punch him.”

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You were sitting on the chair in front of your vanity, braiding your hair and stuck thinking of the same scene. Before going to his room for the night, Taehyung had approached you and thanked you for taking him to the exhibition. His expression was sincere and you finally felt like you were moving in the right direction. 

When there was a knock at your door, you already knew who it was before you called for them to come in.

“Can we sleep here tonight?” Jimin asked, Jungkook draped over his back.

“When have I ever told you no?” you asked, finishing your braid and securing it in place with a silky scrunchy. “Go on.”

They both hopped on the bed, bouncing a little and sharing delightful smiles. You watched them through the mirror as they rolled around, holding each other.

Jimin looked up from where he was tangled with Jungkook, holding your gaze through his reflection. “Are you coming?”

“I am, I am,” you said, putting your brush back in the drawer.

You joined them on the bed, their hands quickly reaching for you and situating you between them like the last time. Jimin purred in contentment, rubbing his face in your collarbones. Jungkook held onto your arm and you could feel his breath caressing your neck with how close he was lying. 

An unwanted echo of what Jacob had said entered your mind.  Always working, never having time for anything else or anyone else, even the ones most important to you. You were gone most of the days and it made sense that they wanted to be close to you at least at night.

“Did you have fun today?” you asked them to distract yourself. 

“I loved it! Eliana was so nice and her paintings were incredible,” Jimin said.  “I took so many photos, my phone must be full of them.”

Jungkook nuzzled up closer to you. “I took many photos too. Can we print the one we took of us all together? I want to put it in our room.”

“Yes, please,” Jimin added cutely.

“Of course. You should print a couple more too, if you want, and choose some pretty frames for them. There is a lot of free space in your room.”

They cheered a little. You lied there in comfortable silence but you could detect a nervous energy in the air. It was in the way Jimin was fidgeting with the hem of your silk night shirt and how tightly Jungkook was gripping your arm. You waited until they were ready.

“We actually… we have something to tell you,” Jimin said.

“Anything you want, kitten,” you said, running your fingers through his hair. You could see how the use of the nickname affected him, squirming a little as his smile grew sweeter. “You know you can tell me anything.”

“I just–” He looked at Jungkook, who gave him an encouraging nod. “I kissed him, we kissed. And… it makes me very happy.”

Jungkook caught Jimin’s hand that was pulling at your shirt and intertwined their fingers, laying their joint hands on your stomach. “He makes me very happy too,” he said in a small voice.

The new knowledge was like a puzzle piece sliding into place. It felt natural to you that their relationship would progress like that. The way they looked at each other, the way they touched each other, was evidence of a deeply intimate connection. If the image your mind conjured of them kissing lit a spark in your chest, you hid it even from yourself.

“Thank you for telling me. If it makes you happy, then I am happy too. All I want for you is to be happy and know how loved you are. Come here.” You pulled them closer and placed lingering kisses on their foreheads. “I will always support you. Always.” You took a decision then. You couldn’t put it off any longer. “I have something to tell you too. Jimin already knows but Jungkook, I would like for you to know too. I don’t know how to say this exactly and I’m sorry we’ve kept this from you but I, Namjoon and Jin have been romantically involved. All of us. We have been kissing too.”

“Oh.” Jungkook paused. “That makes sense.” You couldn’t help but laugh at that, Jimin joining you. “I mean you’re very close and it just makes sense. We’re pack and I think that most packs are a little in love with each other, in one way or another,” he said. His cheeks felt hot against your shoulder.

In one way or another. He was right, it was such a special bond and you could imagine that for hybrids who felt the sense of pack deeper, the lines were easily blurred. A door opened in your mind but you closed it again forcefully.

Jimin fit his face in the crook of your neck. “I love you. I love you so much, all of you. Our pack. I don’t know how I got so lucky to have you. I don’t know if I deserve this.” His voice was wet.

“You do,” you stated. “You deserve everything and more. And we love you so much. So much.”

Jungkook squeezed his hand. “We love you, Jiminie. Our pack wouldn’t be complete without you. We need you to be whole. We need everyone.”

Their hands remained linked over your abdomen as you fell asleep.

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[hollyhomburg]

Before I Leave you (Pt.53)

(Omegaverse au, Mafia au, Bts x Reader)

Summary: A snippet of the future- a flash forward- in which you and jimin reach an agreement.

Tags: Pleasure dom Jimin, pillow princess m/c, oral (f. receiving), fingering, pussy spanking, excessive squirting, knotting, Overstimulation, Dacryphilia, Breeding kink, Jimin gets a little mean once he tastes her slick, slick-drunk minnie, talks of safe words but no safeword usage, talks of gender and sex, murder, talking ill of the dead, assassin! jimin, implied autistic! jimin, Flash Forwards, intentionally vague moments, brief mention of mommy/daddy kink, brief talks of clothing control

W/c: 10.0k

A/N: please be patient with me regarding the rut chapter ie the chapter after this one! i’m visiting my brother next week in LA so!!! please recommend me some stuff to do in la! i’m hoping it’s going to be a restful trip but ngl…it’s not looking great…. i don’t like planning things that other people are going to potentially not enjoy 😠 i’m meant to be a passenger princess threw and threw

Previous Chapter - Masterlist

(Flash Forward, 6 days after Namjoon’s rut, Jimin)

Jimin lays out the plastic sheeting with a ripple. Making sure it covers most of the corners and the baseboards of the back room of the house. Taking more effort than usual not to be messy.

It would look normal to anyone else as you watch him work from the hallway. But you have a lurch in your stomach as Jimin fucks with the plastic, making sure it lies flat. 

Jimin setting out plastic sheeting would look totally normal to you if you didn’t have an inkling of all the other times he’s probably done it. How many times has he watched blood and viscera soak plastic? How many times has he melted it after at high heat to destroy DNA evidence?

You watch him work, feeling like you’re witnessing something you shouldn’t.

But today, if you happen to have an accident and drip paint onto the floor, Yoongi will refinish them anyways. You’re just glad you’re not painting the sunroom red. 

That's the plan for the day. Primer, paint rollers, the whole shebang. They litter the 10 x 10 room like fallen soldiers. At this point, you've helped Yoongi paint just about every room in the house. This will be the last one for a little while. 

The sunroom at the end of the hall is the last unfinished room in the house. Mostly unused due to its decrepit aura until now. The space is sunlit in the afternoon light, no longer dampened by the old dirty windows. 

Today is the first day since Namjoon’s rut that everyone’s been out of the house. It’s just you and Jimin here. The quiet feels overfull, like something is lingering overhead, a storm or a fever yet to break. 

Jimin straightens when he sees you through the mottled windows- not quite frosted but ripply, like looking through water. Yoongi put the doors back on finally yesterday after the workmen left. Hobi and Jin helped him hold the doors in place while he put them back on their hinges and you and Tae and Jungkook cooked while Jimin and namjoon opened all the windows to rid the house of the smell of strangers.

He was mindful of the strangers, as had the rest of the pack been yesterday with no less than 5 of them here. Tae’s hand had been practically glued to your lower back, herding you towards a secluded corner in the library room for some cuddling and a nap. Yoongi had been worried about them possibly breaking his labour of love. 

They’re similar to the door he put in for Tae’s library only this one is varying textures of mottled glass, most opaque, but some clear with white ribbons or rainbow films like bubbles. 

Yesterday was a little bit hard for Namjoon especially with his post-rut pheromones already elevated. But the windows are finally done, and no more strangers need to set foot in your house for the foreseeable future, and that’s something. 

It’s been a race against time. As the temperature begins to plummet the windows have finally been tended to, the drafty space transformed into a sunlit puddle that captures the afternoon light like a suncatcher. Hopefully, it will help the pack wait out the winter months and fend off any seasonal depression which more than a few packmates are prone to. 

Yoongi doesn't like to name names but Tae and Hobi are vulnerable that way. Like stout magnolia trees and pink echinacea their happiness is prone to bouts of dormancy.

You wandered in here with Yoongi and Jin last night after dinner to talk colors. A glass in each of your hands full of Sweet pink wine, the kind that Tae likes. She would have joined you, had the pack alpha not pulled her and hobi and a dejectedly shy Jimin into some alpha bonding time upstairs.  

“We can’t paint every room in this house varying shades of pink hyung, even if it’s for Tae.” The word sounds especially sweet on Yoongi’s tongue; Jin is the only one Yoongi can ever call ‘hyung’. A special sort of pet name between the two of them. 

The pack omega had curled especially close to your mate with you happily sandwiched between them. Your fingers hooked into Yoongi's pocket and Jin's sleeve. He'd pressed his pink button mouth to Yoongi’s easily, the way he’d kissed the beta a thousand times. And replied stubbornly “Why can’t we?” 

Yoongi always aquiecess, even if he is a little stressed, “Remember Jungkook’s already chosen lilac for the outside. you’ll hate it if it clashes”

"I want to paint stars on the ceiling with glow in the dark paint and maybe the outside too!"

Jin had saved another special kiss for you, just as soft as the one he gave your mate. "Of course you do sweetheart." Yoongi had only sighed, and pulled out his phone to look it up.

They’d settled on a shade of salmon pink this morning when they went to home depot (and coffee, because any outing with the pack omega is sort of a date). the color is so light it looks almost white in the morning and honey in the afternoon. Not quite as dove slipper pink as the upstairs closet, or as muted terracotta as the pack’s bedroom. 

There are several different colors of pink and red sitting by the doorway, mini bottles that the pack used for swatches. Not just pink but yellow too (the color you thought you wanted to paint your bathroom once upon a time) and dark teal blue (the color Yoongi had chosen for your bedroom).

Of course, no painting can happen until the ceiling is fixed. (Yoongi started peeling back the paint, intent to fix it before you started, only to find that the whole corner was rotted out. If Yoongi gets back from Home Depot with a drywall patch by a reasonable hour, you might be able to start tomorrow. until then, you and Jimin will prime the living daylights out of the trim. 

Jimin spots you and flushes- a light pink on his cheeks a shade redder than  the color in the paint buckets. “Hey,” he says, soft, pausing. Sheepish at being discovered.

 “That’s not-“ you gesture to the plastic sheeting, leaning up against the doorframe. “For me, is it?”

“Yes,” Jimin says. Then he bobs, urgent when he realizes what you mean, what just the two of you in the house means. His grip on the screwdriver goes slack. “No! not in that-“ but then he sees your grin and realizes that you’re just teasing him.

His plush lips pout. Round and glossy like he kissed Tae earlier and hadn't remembered to wipe away traces of her lip gloss. Seeing that is enough for you to get a bit of pep in your step. “That really isn’t something we should even tease about-“ You drum your fingers on the doorframe smiling nonetheless.

He opens his arms, and you fold yourself closer to him, stepping over the layer of plastic and drop cloth, and- is that canvas? It’s pleasantly rough beneath your bare feet. His hands smooth up your tank top to your upper back. Your tank top hides very little of you- but Jimin supposes that’s half the draw. The thin straps don't give you too much support. He tries not to get distracted by the faint squish as you press your whole body up against his chest.

Before, he might not have really mused on the slight differences between hugging you and the others but now Jimin’s gotten used to calculating the differences in gender the last few weeks, more important now because it affects Tae. You nuzzle into his chest and then pull back, Jimin’s eyes are puffy, his scent is normal and his hair is washed but- 

“You look...“ Jimin scrubs a hand across his cheekbones, trying to banish the slight haunted look in his eyes. Not like there's something weighing on him but weighing on his soul. 

“I know I look like shit.”

“It’s okay, I like my alphas a little bit ruffled.” You tease, but your eyes flash from his face to his chest and back again. “Is it about Tae?” Jimin looks away rubbing his cheek. And you know that’s a yes without having him confirm it. Jimin's anguish and happiness can always be boiled down to her.

Especially given what happened during Namjoon's Rut. 

“I wanted to ask you for something. A favor.”

You wait. Through the window you watch the trees bob in the wind, the train chugs passed, its lights as limey yellow as the ginkgo trees that lay interspersed with the pine trees on the edge of your property. Not quite as orange opulence as the tall maple tree that plunges your backyard in shadow. You watch as some of the oak leaves are tossed onto your narrow back lawn, a space that any of you rarely venture to because it’s steep and because it tends to be a little mossy and muddy. 

Jimin tugs you to the floor, helping you sit cross-legged without teetering. The layers of plastic and cloth on the floor make it a little slippery and a bit squishy. It's a little bit more comfortable than it might be ordinarily.

Jimin hesitates and his scent goes sour, not exactly angry or overstimulated sour (the kind of scent you’re more used to when it comes from him) but more scared sour. Sharp and grating to your senses the kind of angry alpha scent that once upon a time would have had you ducking for cover. 

You shuffle closer to him smoothing your hand over his knee. "Minnie, what's got you so spooked, why are you so nervous? You know you can tell me anything. Literally."

Your attempt at being funny does little to soothe him. Jimin talks quickly when he's nervous. A habit he definitely picked up from Tae.

“Like with you and Namjoon- like with his rut. I don’t want our first time to be in the heat of the moment. I don’t want to do this without thinking because I feel like- when I do that I fuck up, and I might fuck it up with you. If there are two things I’m most scared of it's fucking it up with you and Tae.”

But it's more than that. Jimin knows that since Namjoon's rut, Tae has pulled you into her favorite secluded corners of the house more often than not. That you've chased those hidden moments of pleasure with love confessions. 

Is he surprised that you've begun to fuck like rabbits now? A little. Not because he's been excluded from it (Not excluded intentionally, it's just that you spend most of your moments together late at night or in the afternoon before he comes home, and he comes back to the house to find you both smelling sweet and sated.)

You haven't stolen his soulmate from him. It's more like you've uncovered a layer to her that Jimin hadn't even known existed. A flower that he just thought was a bud, a dandelion turned puffy-wish. Only more spectacular than that, because if Jimin could choose one flower to represent Tae it would take fields and fields of them, and probably Hobi's help to make the levels of pretty match properly.

Is it Tae's hormones? Tae has never been the most sexual creature, at least not compared to other packmates. Jimin practically wanted to live inside her skin. To consume his lovers again and again until their pleasure became a part of him.

It's not that Jimin's love language is sex (at least not the way Kookie might consider it his) It's just that there's something about the way he loves that's all-consuming. Perfectionistic almost. Jimin will love them well, and learn how to fuck them well- because he simply won't compromise for anything less.

Tae would say that there's something about the way that he loves that's all poetry. Not at all Plath or Service but maybe Wilde if Tae is feeling particularly sentimental for the person she’s doing her best to leave behind. In Tae's words- and she's written books and books of poems about Jimin at this point- Jimin's love is all: 

Let me press my lips to your skin and make every inch known, my lips the pen and your moans the ink, let me show you how good 'good' can feel. Let me do it again and again until bliss feels boring. Let me claim your pleasure as proof of how much I am yours and you are mine. Let me make you hope for nights quiet. For afternoons spent in sheets. Let me make you scorn the morning.

But then again, you're the only one who's read Tae's poetry; so really Jimin has no idea. 

Tae has always been the least sexually active of all the packmates, even compared to Yoongi. Jimin knows it’s a bit prejudiced; to think of Betas as being less sexually active especially when he knows the kind of kinky shit Yoongi liked to get up to before you. But there was a time when Tae's sexual activity outside of rut was few and far between. Jimin knows because he and Jin tracked it one year.

Which is why your cries of "Mommy! Mommy please" That Jimin has overheard on more than one occasion over the past two or three weeks- even before Namjoon's rut- coming from the library room- is so strange.

He'd noted the subtle sound of a chair creaking back and forth and a wet slap every now and then and had not had the strength to peer through the more translucent sections of the glass door. But the encounter had left him with his cheeks hot and his pants uncomfortably tight. A hot shower and the warmth of his own fist had left him feeling only guilty, not satisfied. It was the first time that Jimin had ever felt... unwelcome in the pack's escapades.

Maybe he's a little hurt too- because you hadn't come to him and asked to call him Daddy too. That special pet Name remains reserved for the pack omega. 

The packs dynamic is also something that tae’s been mostly left out of, in the hierarchy somewhere in the middle in only the barest of terms. because tae has never been interested in the dominant and submissive shit the rest of the pack gets up to. 

And yet Jimin doubts this is something you forced on her, doubts that anything about your relationship isn't organic and natural. Which leaves only one possible conclusion; 

Jimin simply cannot fuck Tae the way you can. There is something more, that you do better when it comes to loving her that Jimin lacks.

It's stupid to feel insecure, Jimin has loved Tae for almost his whole life. But jealousy is only a secondary emotion when it comes to you and tae- the primary one Is relief. (and also guilt, but Jimin feels sort of guilty about everything so that’s barely a blip in his radar).

You can’t be scared of change forever. He can’t be scared of change when it’s staring him right in the face when you’re sitting pretty and cute and representative of everything Jimin wants not only for Tae but for himself too.  Of course, just because you know how to give Tae what she needs doesn't mean Jimin should be complacent.

Jimin puts down the screwdriver, and the last bit of paint cracked open.  “After this last week, It’s clear to me that I don’t know how to love women right.” You read into his words. And suddenly standing there feels a lot less normal, your back straightens, mouth falling into a little ‘oh’. There is a stain on the edge of your checkered gingham shorts, the kind you like to wear when you sleep. Suddenly it feels like it matters that you're not put together.

It's okay, Jimin's going to take you apart today anyways.

Jimin's eyes are intense and focused when he stares you down. “I want you to teach me- I want you to teach me how to make love to Tae properly- the way you do.”

Your breath comes in one stuttering gasp and-

Jimin promptly takes one of the tubes of paint, a light blue- the same light blue that you ended up painting the upstairs bathroom, and squishes it out onto the canvas below you. Near your hand but not on it.  

The breath you were holding rushes out in a single jagged laugh, “Okay, now I’m lost- I thought the whole point of the plastic and drop cloths was not to get paint on them.” 

The look he shoots you asks you to suspend your disbelief and tugs you closer by your knee, "Sit closer so that I can spread more around you." He starts dishing out the other colors. Enough careful drops of paint that it would take a lot of concentration to get out of the room without tracking dark blue or pink or yellow or red halfway across the house. 

You wonder what exactly Jimin plans to do to you. Paint included. He puts out a spurt of yellow paint on your side and then another. 

Surely sooner rather than later, noodle is going to wander in here in search of a pool of sunlight, track his paws or tail through the paint and leave pawprints everywhere throughout the house. Yoongi will probably complain about them, but you might make him keep them instead of washing them away.

When he’s finished, Jimin turns a yellow tube over in his hands. Back and forth, the cap flashing like a rising and setting small yellow sun. Jimin’s voice is low when he speaks, near reverent. “You’re the first woman I was ever with- that I ever knew I was with.” 

It’s an admission and an admonishment, one that you and the rest of your pack have been tiptoeing around. Even though Tae’s a woman now she hadn’t always been. While new lines in the sand are drawn that doesn’t mean the old lines totally fade away. It will take a few more cycles of low and high tide to completely grow used to this.

Jimin fiddles with a small red tube of paint. “I’m a rigid person, I know I am. I don’t like change most of the time and I know, I know things shouldn’t be so planned, I know that’s not the way things usually go but-” You nuzzle close to Jimin, and his words extinguish into a sigh. His hands cradle your sides, the same place he always likes to hold, between your shoulder blade and your ribcage.

You peck under his jaw, “But you need them to be this way sometimes. Planned? So you can make sure everything’s done right?” You press. Mirth playing at the end of your sentence. Jimin is terribly fun to tease. 

He bristles, “If you’re expecting me not to make loving you guys perfect when I can make it that way then-”

“You’re such a control freak Minnie.” You say it with a smile, playing your fingers through some of the milky pink white, feeling the tackiness between your fingers.

“You don’t hate it?”

You shrug. “Jin’s that way too sometimes. So no, I guess I don’t hate it. Maybe it’s just because I like- really fucking hate making decisions- so.”

He grimaces, but Jimin’s eyes dart from your face down to your crossed legs. settling on something. “Do you care if those clothes get dirty?”

“A little- I like these shorts.”

“Then you should take them off.” 

Your heart thuds as Jimin leans over you, tugging on the strap of your Tank Top with his teeth, lips pressed to the bare skin of your shoulder, dragging them down. He plays at being sexy but decides not to be, settling for leaning his cheek on your shoulder and watching you. 

“I had this stupid idea, if you don’t want to do it just say so. But this is every shade of pink that we ever painted the house. Tae’s favorite color is pink- and the canvas- I thought it might be nice to have like- some art in her library room- that’s what I meant about making it planned.”

“Are you saying you want to make sex art for Tae or something?” Jimin blushes yet again. You should be keeping track of how many times he has and use them for leverage. 

"Her favorite color is pink." He says, like that justifies it. “And you know gift giving is like, my second love language if that bullshit is to be believed and-”

“-Oh my god you actually do want to make sex art!” your playful shove at his shoulders almost sends you spilling into a splotch of blue. But Jimin is as immovable as ever.

He leans over, growling, nipping at your throat- an alpha tired of being teased. “Do you really think it’s so strange that I want to remember this later, or do you just think it’s odd that I want to treasure you specifically?”

You lean, you’re awfully close to a splotch of yellow that he poured out. You don’t have a good answer for him, or at least- one that will make him stop looking a little sad. 

He shouldn't be so surprised that you kiss him to avoid answering. And yet his hands hit a splotch of blue to support himself when he's suddenly made dizzy. Your laugh tastes sweet pressed to his mouth, and the quirk of your lips says ‘That’s what you get,’

You guess the floors need to be replaced anyway, and he's a trained professional when it comes to clean up so it’s not like it will matter if you and Jimin get a little messy here. If Jimin really wants to learn (and you have no doubt that he does) you’ll gladly teach him. 

Unhurried kisses become your hands pushing his flannel off his shoulders. Laughing when you look down and realize you've definitely left pink all along the collar. Jimin has the perfect lips for kissing, soft and strong in all the right ways, his hands go to your hips then up to your waist and back again, and his kiss goes sloppy- like he’s distracted by the feel of you.

He separates briefly, to very carefully and neatly, take off your shorts and place them near the edge of the room where there is less of a risk of them getting ruined. Leaving you in just your little panties, you wonder if Jimin knows this is one of a set- that Tae has the other ones and is wearing them today.

(You might have decided to match today, getting ready in your bedroom. She might have liked picking out your clothes a little bit too much, heart fluttering at the idea that you’d be wearing what mommy wanted you to wear all day).

But then he surges forward, pressing a kiss to your lips gently except for the way that you can feel him get jumpy and nervous, and when he pulls back, he’s uncharacteristically shy. “I-“ Jimin is blushing, his cheeks rosy pink, like the buckets of paint have jumped up and left splotches there. “I wanted to come find you once I was done setting up- to kiss you and then-“ he tucks his face down not meeting your eyes.

 “You love Tae so well,” Jimin sounds sick with it. A confession maybe, that you love her better than he ever could. How is it that you’ve mastered it? Jimin’s world begins and ends with Tae, and Tae’s world is all you colored these days. And yet, you love her better- love her more. 

He leans forward holding your hip, hand hovering on that space between love handle and stomach. It's the first time in the night that you push back, covering his hand with yours and sitting back. “I don’t know how that feels on men but on me, that’s kind of ticklish and kind of anxiety-inducing so-” 

“Sorry,” Jimin takes his hands off of you, flexing them, “Wait how should I do it then-” you make him sit back, straddling him, narrowly avoiding putting your palm in a puddle of pink paint. 

You slide your hands up his waist to cup his ribcage, and you feel the frantic thudding of his heart under your fingers. “Like this, if you had tits, I’d be just barely touching them, right? Boobs on their own are not like- the most sensitive things to be honest, but if you don’t touch them strong at first and kind of tease around them- it makes it feels better.” 

You sit back again, letting Jimin touch his fill, letting his hands rough in all the right places. His fingers skimming up your ribcage, cupping underneath them with a blush on his cheeks, pulling back carefully to watch your expression and make sure he's doing it right. “Yeah- like that” you ignore the way that your breath goes heavy but Jimin’s smile goes a little feline. Like he knows how affected you are but won’t call you out on it. 

“Did you know- until you I thought I was like- truly only into men?” you shrug, as Jimin slips off your tank top reverently. The dusky rose of your nipple is so similar in color to one of the pinks he just placed, or is it closer to the rose brown purple that comes when you mix the swatch from the upstairs with the pack's bedroom? Jimin couldn’t tear his eyes away from you if he tried. There’s a fleck of it on the shorter baby hairs near your face too.

You tap your fingers across Jimin's shoulders, narrower and comparatively more feminine than Tae's. You don't like thinking of any part of her as particularly masculine, but her shoulders have always been particularly dysphoria-inducing for her.

It's sad to think that maybe if she looked a little bit more like Jimin and had his proportions some parts of her transition might be easier on her. You can only tell her she's got the proportions of a victoria's Secret model so many times before it starts to feel a little disingenuous. 

“It always seemed a little bit nebulous to me- women, men- gender- secondary and otherwise." You shrug, and maybe that's not what Jimin expects from you. Especially with Tae- that you'd have more keen answers for the differences. Not that there were none between the secondary and primary sexes. 

His fingers slide down your hip, petting over your hip bone. his touches exploratory, uninhibited as you talk. Waiting for you to check him. He leaves his fingerprints- yellow blue and pink, over the cusp of your hip, and you can tell you're smearing some color beneath you as you shift to let him have his way with you.

Your breath gets heavy as Jimin's touches get bolder and bolder. Petting up and down your thigh as he kisses softly down your chest, hair tickling your skin. He gestures to your boobs, “No biting?”

“Yes but also no. It depends.”

Jimin sighs, pulling himself closer to you, face level with your chest, nudging your nipple with his nose. “That’s frustrating, I’m used to penis rules. No teeth. not ever.”

You bark a laugh, and Jimin touches your chest softly, your nipples pebbled against his palms, a little heavy as he feels their weight. “They’re so-“

“Squishy? Soft?”

“I was going to say weird, why do you have pillows attached to your chest?” you slap his shoulder in retaliation but Jimin’s smiling. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay” You mean it too- you don’t expect Jimin to adjust instantaneously. Maybe it’s too honest for you to confess it, but you understand how love and sexual attraction can be two different things. Jimin might love you because you’re you and might want to show that love in the way he knows how but that doesn’t mean your body won’t at first be very new and very odd to him. Sometimes it takes a second to properly enjoy the people you love.

Tae is the way you find yourselves back to each other. “Did you ever love a woman besides Tae? Before her?” A flash of red lips and a short black bob of hair runs through your mind, but you shove it down and away because no- desperation isn’t the same thing as love. 

Jimin continues to touch your chest, his hands moving from cupping them to teasing at the nipple gently, probably the way he’s done to Jungkook before. You can’t say it doesn’t make your tummy start to tighten, the way he does it- unsure but eager.

“Yes and no, I think I had like- crushes maybe? In high school? But never like Tae.”

"Maybe that’s only because I started to love your soulmate after I knew. I never had to change the way I loved her like you did. You've loved her for a long ass time Jimin." Jimin flushes with that- the acknowledgment of it never feels any less lucky. Tae could have been loved by anyone- yet she chose Jimin. Tae has always felt like Jimin's own personal slice of heaven, the only piece he might ever touch.

Jimin looks at you and sees a second sliver, a second chance at salvation. “I've only ever loved her as Tae- not-” You don't say Tae's deadname. To utter it here among all this pink feels sinful when it's done in the name of loving her.

Jimin touches you so reverently, fingers skimming up and down your slit, finger pads pressing against your clit, gentle but explorative. 

He watches you, watching your lips part in a soft gasp. The wet glimmer of slick builds, wetting the tips of his fingers. You're so soft and silky down there. knuckles pressed to your mouth to try and keep the sounds in, eyes fluttering shut. Very very pretty in the sunlit room where Jimin can see all of you, the soft fold of your stomach, the freckle on your hip, the one just under your chin.

If freckles hold all of the places that you were kissed in a past life, Jimin thinks you’re going to be covered in them for the next.

You're breathing heavy, but you still find the air to instruct him, “You're doing well- ah- soft touches like that make me feel- Tae likes to feel pretty.  I don’t know if it’s like that with all women but-“ You grab his wrist but don’t tug it away, so Jimin keeps drawing endless circles on you, “B-but it’s like that with her. I called her cock pretty once and she came all over me on accident. Said it was just the hormones but-” 

“She is really pretty” Jimin’s eyes go far away like he’s thinking about it. And you laugh to bite back a moan. You reach over, pawing at his pants and his belt, making him pull back to take them off not only to make your positions more equal but also because Jimin's all-black outfit is honestly being ruined by all the paint. 

You lean back and watch him lift his shirt over his head. “I know! It’s honestly so annoying like- how is it that she was so pretty as a boy and as a girl- I’m honestly so jealous of her sometimes if we’re like-“ you break off. Going quiet wondering how much is normal to reveal. “Talking about gender and stuff.”

Jimin grips your knee, “If I keep going, are you going to tell me when I do something right and when I do something wrong?”

“Of course, but take off your pants first.”

He huffs, but it's all put upon "What a demanding little pup I've got. As you wish." 

You’d forgotten that Jimin a quite frankly unfairly pretty cock. Pink at the tip and well-manicured. All of your packmates keep their downstairs area mostly trimmed- the furriest of the bunch being your mate and Namjoon. Somehow you thought Jimin might want to keep it wilder and yet he's smooth. Perfectly manicured. 

“Her, but not you,” Jimin says, needing clarification but knowing the answer. your foot hits something wet smearing.  The mess gets messier when he jerks you up into his lap, sitting you across it with an impressive show of strength. His cock is wet and hard and pink where it’s pressed against your thigh.

To be mean you arch your hips forward, dragging your clothed cunt across it, Jimin's lips part, and his scent goes thick, like melting vanilla ice cream or baking sugar cones.

The hair on his happy trail tickles your tummy, his hands supporting you as he sets you back against the drop cloth, making sure you don’t bang your head. Jimin holds himself over you, crouching low. “You don’t like to be called pretty- you like to be called cute,” he nips at your collarbones and makes your pulse quicken.

You squirm, but he settles you with a hand on your stomach. “You will get red paint in your hair if you’re not careful.” 

He's telling the truth, you know you have to be half-covered with paint by now. You're doing a good job of making the canvas all pretty. He catches your hand, covered with different shades of pink and white spread across your fingertips, and kisses them anyways, a tiny splotch near the edge of his lips. 

You’re worried. Of course you're worried about the effect your slick will have on all of them, especially Jimin- who's already at the mercy of his instincts on a good day. And yet, you let him pull himself down, knees sliding through pink and yellow and blue. Tossing your panties into some forgotten less paint splatter corner because they’re actually really fucking cute. 

It’s like before Namjoon’s rut, the day you sub-dropped. When Jimin looks up at you to check that this is okay you have the same look on your face; half afraid and half nervous. Like you don’t want to say anything. 

Loving Jimin is very good for you because he doesn’t let you stew in those emotions.

“You don’t have to be nervous. I want to do this, I’m not doing this just because I think you’re more likely to suck my dick later, or because I think you deserve to have your pussy eaten- that's last part is like 1/3 of it.” 

"Are we describing love with fractions now?" you tease, trying to make it lighter. but your heart hurts, Jimin is so very good at making you feel comfortable.  “I always have a hard time believing that.” You confess because today seems to be about honesty. Jimin kisses his way up your inner thigh. Leaving splotches of pink in his wake. “You guys are all so giving, it makes me feel selfish.” 

Jimin presses a first slow kiss where you're sensitive. Slowly, Waiting, hurting for you to push him off. You don’t. 

“It’s not like that,” he struggles with his words for a second but you’ll wait as long as he needs. “You know how sometimes when you eat food and it makes you full but it tastes so good you only want more?” 

“Oh, great now you're comparing me to food" Jimin cuts off your words by pushing your knee to your chest. Unwrapping your pussy for him, the most sensitive part of you wide and open.

“Shut up you know what I mean.” He pales, “I didn’t mean like- shut up literally-“

“Minnie I’m just teasing. I’m not actually upset.” he huffs, but lets you laugh, back against the canvas. "Honestly, I’m just surprised. I didn’t think because of your whole 'I’m a gay alpha thing' that you'd ever want to fuck me. Or if you did we'd at least be with Tae.” 

Contrary to what might be believed, the idea of Jimin only wanting you with Tae doesn't hurt you. The truth is that you have so many people now to please; you were sort of okay with Jimin and Tae being a package deal in the bedroom. If only because it makes things on your end slightly easier.

Jimin presses a kiss to your knee, “I want to do more than fuck you- I want to make you cum so many times you cry.” 

Your stomach swoops, in a way that might just be you clenching a little at the idea of it. “I don’t think anyone’s ever fucked me till I cried, at least not in the good way.” 

Jimin’s growl is a dangerous thing as he pulls himself up to look at you. There’s paint drying on your inner thigh and a whole puddle of it by your hip. And you know you must be a sight. Jimin’s eyes go cold, a little unforgiving at the thought of it and his scent darkens, almost imperceptibly.

You wonder how many people have seen him look exactly like that just before they’ve died under the same touch that makes your heart race. Jimin skims his fingers along your hand, gripping it after a moment, hard, tangled fingers stained with pink and red. Your love for Tae and your other, darker secrets.  

“Remind me to piss on your ex’s grave next time we go into the city.”

Your laugh is a bright thing, and you miss Jimin’s smile when he pulls himself back down to your cunt. "In case no one's ever told you, I'm proud of you for killing him. I know it couldn't have been easy.”

You swallow, you don't want to think about that right now, probably the least sexy thing you've ever done. You don't want to think about any of that right now. “You really want to like- Make me cry?”

“Yes,” he says, and even you have to admit that you don’t find any ulterior motive or any sort of underlying motivation in his eyes. Other than wanting, something dark and roiling- an alpha with something to prove. A shaft of daylight cuts across his face, his body.

Jimin’s so pretty. You wonder if he’s this pretty in every universe.

“You’re welcome to try I guess,” Jimin’s fingers brush over the front of your pussy. Keeping his eyes locked with yours as he softly- ever so softly- pets over your pussy. Your breath hitches.

With one hand braced against you Jimin uses his other hand to brush back the top of your cunt, pinning your clit to your pubic bone. Your lips parting around his thumb, his other finger that just barely, teases the top of your hole. You grab his wrist, cursing low.

Every ounce of your self-control goes to keeping yourself from letting out so many embarrassing noises as Jimin draws light circles over your clit. Touching you firmer than before. “You get so wet so fast- it’s precious.” You squeak, jerking when he presses a little harder. Hand flinging out to grab onto something.

It sends a bit of pink paint splattering, and Jimin’s laugh bounces off the high ceiling. A little gets on the wall. You hope Yoongi won't get too angry at you. You and Jimin are going to make the canvases lovely, probably all blotchy and blended together, by the time you're finished here.

It’s hard for you to concentrate, Jimin’s fingers work so diligently, pushing against your hole even as his thumb digs into your clit, you grab his wrist, “gentle” you say, and he slows his pace, “the estrogen makes Tae-“ Jimin slowly drags his thumb down your clit then back up- the hard nub twitches under his touch. “Sensitive. You have to be gentle. Tae likes it gentle, and so do I sometimes.” He remembers the guise of this, you teaching him.

“Sometimes, but not all the time.” You nod, and Jimin continues his slow, torturous circles. “You can be a little bit rough. If it's too much I’ll tell you.” He nods obediently. “Safeword rules still apply?” you ask, because although this isn’t a scene, you can’t help but feel like you might need them.

You don’t know when you started to need them like a safety net. When it started to feel important to have them, But Jimin nods, agreeing. “Of course. They always do with me. I’ll hold you to them.”

The gentle small slap he lands over your cunt has you jumping, cursing, the skin hotter under his touch. "Jin told me you liked that."

"I do- fuck" Jimin alternates, loving the way your whole body jerks when the sensitive part of you is tapped. They're not even rough slaps but you bet the sound of slapping is sounding through the whole house. juxtaposed with the slow pressure that he rubs against your clit, your heartbeat is just under your skin. The slaps make your pussy more sensitive and especially hot when he begins to press kisses there too. 

He draws his fingers into a pinch and then drags them up and down your clit, making your legs kick weakly. He does it again just to see you shake. figuring out the best way to toy with you, the quickest way to rile you up.

With cocks- Jimin is used to it being fast and wet and hard, but the slower he goes with you the more it seems to rile you up and push you to the edge. You shouldn’t be so surprised that someone so kissed by Cupid is so good at lovemaking too. (Tae has a thing for people touched by love, you should know by now to trust her judgement.)

His fingers press into your hole gently, crooking up with gentle pressure at the same time he lightly circles his fingers over your clit, fingers glossy with your slick, the glide of them wet and easy. “Do you belive I want you yet? or do i need to spank you cute pussy a few more times for the message to get across?”

You cum on Jimin’s fingers like that, clenching down on them as they press up. With him just sitting there, just watching, eyes transfixed on you. he taps over your clit once, twice, and then a third time before you’re arching away with a jagged exhale. You pawing at his hand to get him to stop or at least slow down.

but he’s true to his word, he doesn’t let you get far. His fingers grip your thighs the chub there dimpling like dough. “I was serious,” he says, eyes bright, “about making you cum so many times you cry.”

You wheeze, and he laughs again. You’ve never heard a laugh that sounded so hot, it’s kind of funny how it goes that way; the more you love someone the hotter the little things about them get.

“Lie back-“ he says, “just let me-” You do- because you’re honestly too boneless to protest right now. He pulls you by the hips through the mess of paint, getting it all on his elbows but he doesn’t care when confronted with you, stretched out like a meal before them. Clit pink from cumming, pussy lips hot under his touch from the spanking, wet hole twitching in invitation. Even though he’s seen you take Namjoon’s cock, it still looks so cute and tiny. 

You've come back to yourself enough to tease him. Threading your fingers through his hair as he brazenly watches you. Dismissing the heat in your face as just a conciquence of your orgasam. “If you get paint in my pussy, you better help me clean it later.”

“I’d clean you with my fucking mouth.” He growls against the skin of your inner thigh.

Your retort gets stolen from your throat when he presses his mouth to you.

If you thought Jimin was good at kissing, it’s nothing compared to how he kisses your pussy. Making out with it, his tongue darts out, shy at first. Sending hot licks of pleasure up your stomach. his palm presses flat, against your hip spreading pink and red there. His hand smooths down your knee, and Jimin-

The thing about jimin is that even though he loves giving oral he's never explicitly liked the taste of cock. It was more the fact that it was Tae’s dick that made it good, or Namjoon’s or anyone else’s, that made him love the act of oral so much. Enough to beg for it during rut, to spend countless hours on his knees. To fall asleep during a rut with a soft length in his mouth, mostly Yoongi's, Jungkook's, or Jin's because they're on the smaller side. Happy to have them make his jaw sore.

There is no more complete show of devotion than an alpha getting on their knees for their pack. by comparison, kissing your pussy feels selfish.  

At the taste of your, the grating buzz that’s always in his brain- the mental background noise of overstimulation. Like His awareness of the feeling of his knees sliding against the rough cotton drop cloth, the tacky feeling of the paint on his back drying, the tickle of his too-long hair brushing his ears. The vague soreness and hunger in his stomach from eating something that wasn't right earlier. All of that which usually grates on him, that which usually takes from him- all of it goes quiet when your slick hits his tongue.

Jimin's scent thickens, goes so thick it smells just as potent as it does when he's in rut, vanilla cloud covering you, making you leak more.

The second that your slick hits his tongue, the world fades into bliss. The bliss of clean black sheets, the bliss of fuzzy socks on a cold day, of Hobi's sweatshirt that's worn just right at the cuffs or Jin's nest after everyone's slept in it exactly 3 nights after changing the sheets, just enough for it to smell like them and not enough for it to feel dirty.

Your slick tastes like the buzz that fills his head when he touches Tae's hair, like comfort incarnate, when he touches her skin. He leaves his tongue in soft licks, licks that are more about tasting more than giving you pleasure. You don't really notice the difference.

You try to squirm away, clit still sensitive from cumming earlier, but leashes a snarl. Fisting your love handles. His nose brushes your pubic mound, eyes rolling back. Purely animal when he holds you and pin’s you. Fingers digging in hard enough to leave bruises later. 

Maybe they shouldn't have underestimated what 'addictive slick' really did meant. Because this jimin- is another monster entirely. 

His senses, usually friable and bright, like sour candy- go sweet and soft and blissfully quiet. consumed with the quiet of you you you, your slick, hot and sweet on the back of his throat, your warmth, your skin your everything. 

jimin wants to keep you right her, right under his tongue, forever. 

he pushes your knees up roughly keeping you open and prone for him. You yelp, his teeth teasing at sensitive bits, “Minnie- fuck-”

The growl he lets out is possessive, loud, and echoic in the quiet house, vibrating pressed against your clit. It doesn't end, echoing until his voice goes hard and small.

Your clit is so hard and small. The perfect little nub for Jimin’s lips to toy with. they circle and mouth at it mindlessly. Sucking with gentle pressure just to feel it squish against his tongue. It twitches a little again.

Dicks and clits, they’re not all that different. Only this one- this one doesn’t make Jimin’s jaw ache, doesn’t cut off his breathing. This one's so small it lets him let out soft huffs pressed to slick skin, his hands go hard around your fluffy thighs, spreading pink. When he sucks again your hand goes from a puddle of white paint to his hair, painting it.

 “Fuck- Jimin-”

All too soon you’re shaking, Jimin’s soothing growls making your pleasure spike wildly, especially when he looks up from between your thighs, eyes wild and hair messy, 

You cum against his mouth. But this time when you try to squirm away Jimin pulls you back by your hips. You try to twist away, but Jimin doesn't let you go, yanking you back by your knees to bend over his face, keeping your cunt right where he wants it. His voice sounds darker, rougher- than you've ever heard it, "squirmy little omega, let alpha taste you. don’t you want to be good for me?" 

Maybe you should have been more careful, but even at the rough treatment you drip onto the canvas, and you wonder if your slick will stain it too. You can do little more than rest your face against a piece of dry canvas and try not to cum again so soon. You don’t have the brain cells to respond, not when Jimin licks you like that.  

Jimin continues to snarl, throat raw, “Poor little thing, like alphas tongue so much that it made you a little fucked out huh? A little dumb omega? You don’t have to worry pup, alphas got you. Alpha doesn't mind if you're a little messy, I'll take care of you.”

It takes you another orgasam before you're squirting. Your pussy's hot beneath his tongue, ravished and licked so much you can hardly keep your knees under you. Half supported by Jimin's hands as he keeps you on his mouth even as you try and squirm away and save yourself from the embarrassment. The hot gush of slick misses his mouth, trickling down his throat and wetting his collarbones. You'd be embarrassed if you weren't trying so hard not to pass out. 

Jimin is going to turn making you squirt into a fucking art form. 

But surprisingly, you’re just hiccupping not crying yet. So he keeps going. One orgasm bleeds into another, as one hour becomes two. Sometimes when you squirt, it's just a trickle, other times, it's wet and messy and almost /loud/ for the way that Jimin snarls. He tries every angle, palm pressed to your stomach, fingers inside of you pressing up just under his tongue, lapping at your clit like a lollipop, all of it. 

even pressing in deeper, rubbing gently at the spot where namjoon bread you barely last week, a spot so deep that only your alphas have touched, that jimin strokes over just to hear you squeek. his mouth runs an endless trail of filth, sometimes it’s “you’ve got such a cute little breeding hole, so sweet i have half a mind to keep you plugged and full all the time, such a cute hole deserves to be kissed and fucked” other times it’s "give it to me, fuck- please- i need it-"

Your legs are jelly, trembling uncontrollably and Jimin's fingers are Pruny by the time it truly starts to get too much. He’s slick drunk and crazy on the drive to wrench one more orgasam from you. His cock lying hard and unattended against his thigh, dripping thick white cum. The pleasure fading from good to painful, one orgasm wrenched from your body after another, unyielding. 

our clit is so sensitive that even his pressing the flat of his tongue and lapping at your clit makes you see stars, makes you scrabble against the paint-colored floor and try to get away.

"Can't take anymore," you whimper, "please alpha- s'too much." 

Jimin pulls back, giving you a second to catch your breath, before he presses a hand to your lower back and forces you back down. "That's not a safeword pup. If you really want me to stop. Say it." 

You hiccup, but you can't you can't safeword because you know deep down- you really do want him to make you cry. You really do what to see what lies over the next cup, the next minute he spends taking you apart. 

It's the pussy spanking that finally takes you over that edge.

He's unrelentingly diligent with taking you apart, alternating between rubbing tight circles and tapping your clit as he suckles at your hole, wrenching another few drops of slick from you with every tap, until he pauses, and drags his teeth over you. You're already jerking away from sensitivity when he pulls back and lands a hard spank over your sensitive clit. 

You think you actually might pass out for a second. 

When you come too, there's not only a puddle underneath your hips- but also wetness on your lashes, your mouth, hiccuping sobs as the pleasures finally stopped, and Jimin, wet cheeks and all, licks your tears from your face too. “good omega, alpha loves you so much, such a good little pet for me.”

Jimin licks your slick from his lips, wet and messy from you, glossy almost, he bends down, prostrate, kissing the pink splotch on your tummy, “I swear to fucking god-”Jimin does swear to God, in the confines of his own head, that unless Tae gets that surgery in particular, your pussy will be the only one he ever tastes. 

He pulls himself up to your level, answering the weak twitch of your arms with his own around your middle. You’re hiccupping too much to speak and shivering too hard to stay still. Your alpha is hot beneath your touch, the mess of your body and his body, not just paint but slick and sweat and tears, all pressed together like a balm to everything. The tightness in your chest released, you sob and it’s a good thing. 

Something wretched and broken slips out, Jimin presses a kiss over your heart, covering you with his body, with no foe as witness, when there is nothing to protect you from.

The kiss Jimin presses to your mouth is just as soft as the ones he pressed to your pussy. You grimace at the taste of your slick, but Jimin is having none of it, cupping the back of your neck and soothing your cries with a few more kisses. 

“Can you give me one more sweetheart?” His cock is pressing up against your hip, hot, dripping, and insistent. You sniffle but nod. You just want him close.

He pulls your hips through the mess of your slick, turning smudge of red paint all pastel-ly and more watercolor than acrylic as it bleeds. 

He feeds his cock into your hungry entrance, still clenching hard around nothing. It feels like you’re still cumming. You don't know if Jimin kept track or if you could put a number to your orgasms if you tried.

You sniffle. And he tugs you along the warm line of his body. Nosing along your cheek. Keeping your bodies pressed close as he rocks his hip deep. Jimin’s stamina must be endless, each roll of his hips is punishing and firm, grinding the head of his cock in deep. He grinds more than thrusts, nudging the sensitive spots he explored with his fingers. 

Jimin pulls your hands away from your face, looking down, fixing you with a look as he does it again, encouraging another weak pulse and hot clench.

Jimin gets more and more mouthy the closer he gets, he almost talks like Namjoon did in rut when he gets slick drunk. “Gonna fuck you so deep you feel it for days, gonna fuck you so deep there's no way it doesn't take, fuck- you’re mine- you’re fucking mine.” you let out a broken mewl and Jimin tucks his face into your shoulder. 

Jimin doesn't need any schooling, he just needs to love Tae just like this, and they'll be fine.

Jimin grinds his hips in at just the right angle and it forces a rough brutal noise from your throat. A sob that he kisses away. He holds your hips using them for leverage as he breeds you. Hair hanging over his eyes and tickling your brow as he works you closer and closer. The canvas slides against the plastic, but even if you have rug burn later- it will have been fucking worth it. 

“Fuck- I’d do anything for you.” You know it’s true. Despite what happened before. You know now all of that has changed now. 

Your fingers leave red splotches against his stomach, and Jimin trembles. His body over sensitive from all the pleasure, from keeping his orgasam off for so long 

“Would you kill for me?” You ask quietly. Jimin doesn’t stop his pace, doesn’t stop his movements.

You think about Yoongi and that night more than you’re willing to admit; You think about his face, bruised and screwed into a snarl, holding the gun to Geumjae but unable to pull the trigger. You know he couldn't for more than one reason; both because killing him could have killed you and because it was his brother.

But at the same time, You don’t know if one day the memory will ever make you feel anything but emptiness. A bleak almost disappointment. Sure- he’d been willing to bind his soul to yours to keep you alive. He’d devoted himself to you wholly and completely since but-

But maybe that was partially to ease his guilt. Guilt and love. Love and guilt. Are they really so different? Yoongi loves you. You know this as surely as you know that the sun will rise tomorrow. But even he hadn’t been able to pull the trigger. You had to do it instead. 

"I'm proud of you for killing him, I know it must not have been easy"

Watching Jimin fuck you within an inch of your life, you decide you don’t know if that makes Yoongi a better man than Jimin, or a worse one. 

Jimin leans his body low over yours, grinds his cock in deep, and presses his lips to your ear. “Kill for you? I’d do worse.” Jimin drives his cock deeper. Chasing his own release now, not just yours.

 “For you and Tae, I’d do fucking anything.” 

You squirt around his knot, just a trickle of it as it starts to inflate. He doesn’t stop fucking it back and forth, simple millimeters that tug more squirt from you as it fills you up and tugs at your sensitive entrance.  You wet the red on his stomach with how hard you clench down making it dribble. 

There’s even a splotch of red on his shoulder, milky white and crimson. Both of you are absolutely covered in paint. 

 Jimin doesn’t think he’s ever going to get tired of it as he takes a bit of your slick and presses it to his tongue. My sweet pup. our sweet pup the voice devoted to Tae reminds him in his head. Of course, she deserves the most delectable omega in existence, of course, this sweetness is worth protecting.  

Of course, I’d kill for you.  

It's your taste that drives him over the edge that makes his knot twitch and cum start to fill you up, locked deep inside of you. Your abdomen tightens against his as he cums. You’re so warm and wet, so comfortable as he rocks into you. knot too inflated to yank it out.  

The instinct to breed and claim there as he drags his teeth up the Column of your throat and makes you keen. Your hand buried in his hair, the other resting between his shoulder blades, nails resting against his skin, tired of scratching although you’ve already left your marks on his skin. Up and down his back 

Afterward, it’s comparatively quiet.

He flips you over so that you can rest against his chest. He’s warm and hot underneath you. Warm enough that you don’t feel the cold or lack of covering. Knotted together as close as you can be Jimin lets your sniffles quiet. His fingers paint mindless circles over your lower back as your breathing slows. Pressing kisses against the top of your head, your cheek against his chest, listening to the rapid thud of his heartbeat slow. 

Even though you’re quiet, your mind races. Slowly treading toward dangerous territory. Tae’s voice, the memory of Tae’s words- “Minnie. I don’t think I want you to touch me right now, please just- please don’t”

It’s you who dares to punctuate the quiet. “Did you want to do this because of what happened during Namjoon’s rut?”

“Maybe.”

You lift your head, “Have you and Tae talked about it yet?” Jimin tips his throat up towards the ceiling, the cracked plaster that Yoongi hasn’t yet fixed. Avoiding your gaze. He just ate you out, but he can't look at you when you ask about this.

Jimin’s hand continues its endless circles across your sternum, winding down and down.

“To be honest, I don’t know if we’ll ever talk about it.”

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[ateez-himari]

Moments : Jungkook & Himari LIVE

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H : I think Atiny might be shocked if they hear that we did a live stream together...they don't know that we're friends...

J : We've known each other for 9 years and you haven't told them ?

H : No...because your tattoos make you look like a delinquent...and Atiny says that I can't be friends with delinquents

J : [Rummaging through the mini fridge] Hima...did you see the bottle of banana milk I brought over ? I thought I put it in here...

H : [Holding the exact bottle he was talking about with his name written on it] ...Maybe one of the members took it...Wooyoung oppa's sneaky

J : [Walking back into frame] I thought the only ones at the company were in the other practice room th-

H : [Didn't know he was coming so has the object of the crime in her hand while she reads comments] ...I have no idea how it got here

J : One of the comments earlier said that Wooyoung thinks your representative emoji should be a bunny like me...I think he's right

H : [Walks back from the computer and bites him on the shoulder]

J : AHH WHAT THE-

H : HOW WAS THAT FOR A BUNNY ?

[After reading a comment from a fan that had just heard about Himari getting her driver's license a while ago]

H : Not many people know this for some reason...but it's true, I got my driver's license in March actually...so before Hongjoong-oppa

J : Considering how bad you are at Mario Kart I'm surprised that they even let you step foot in a car...

H : ...Oppa are you gonna hold rainbow road over my head forever ?

J : Considering your height I'd say that everything is over your head...

J : [Responding to a comment asking how the two met] She just appeared in my nightmares one day...and she never left

H : ...That's why I'm Yoongi-oppa's favorite

J : [Whispering while Himari is laying on the floor looking at her phone] Watch...after years of knowing each other she still doesn't know the basics about me. [Turns to her and goes back to speaking normally] Yah Hima, how big is the age difference between us ?

H : [Puts her phone down and turns to lay towards him] Well you were born in '98 so...3 years, why ?

J : I was born in 1997...

H : No you weren't ! [Googles 'Jungkook birthday'] ...Why would you lie to Google ?

H : [Wordlessly walks behind Jungkook and grabs the sides of his biceps before shaking him]

J : What are you doing-

H : Jungshook...

J : What's wrong with you...

H : [Dying of laughter on the floor next to him]

H : Oppa I love you !

J : [Reaches into his bag and pulls out 10 000 won before handing the bill to her] Here you go

H : That's not even-

J : [Cuts her off by giving her yet another bill]

H : Can I not simply love you-

#ateez 9th member #ateez au #ateez extra member #ateez female member #ateez imagines #kpop oc

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CALM AFTER THE STORM |BTS OT7 X READER| HYBRID AU (M)

Pairing: OT7 BTS!HYBRID X FEM!HUMAN READER

Kim Namjoon: Black Mackenzie Valley Alpha wolf

Kim Soekjin: White Alpha Lion

Min Yoongi: White Alpha Jaguar

Jung Hosoek: Alpha Snow Leopard

Park Jimin : Alpha Albino Cobra

Kim Taehyung: Alpha White/ Bleached Tiger

Jeon Jungkook: Alpha Black Panther

Reader: Heaven Valentino Human

Status: Ongoing

RATED (M) FOR MATURE

WARNING: EVENTUAL SMUT, BLOOD GORE, DETAILED GRAPHIC DESCRIPTION, ABUSE (ALL FORMS), PROFANITY, VIOLENCE, MENTIONS OF SUICIDE, CHARACTER DEATH(MINOR), SADOMASOCHISM ACTS, MENTIONS OF BDSM, ETC...

Summary: Heaven Valentino, the name that sends shivers down one's spine, is a woman whose influence leaves a profound impact.

As the youngest and only daughter of the esteemed Valentino family, many perceived her as a privileged and helpless individual who relied solely on her family's support.

However, little did they know that this very woman would rise to power, commanding the world with an unwavering determination.

Heaven's demeanor is one devoid of leniency; she refuses to tolerate even the slightest hint of absurdity. Her exterior holds an air of ethereal fragility, reminiscent of a precarious deity.

Yet, beneath this facade lies a heart of gold, a tenderness she reveals only to her loved ones. It is a contrast that intrigues many and keeps them guessing about her true nature.

Meanwhile, the story takes a compelling turn as the lives of seven rare hybrids intertwine with Heaven's destiny.

These hybrids, perfected through careful conditioning, represent a diverse array of predator species. Bound together by their unique circumstances, they hold on to a glimmer of hope for freedom, relying on their deep mutual affection to retain their sanity throughout their hardships.

A collision occurs, abruptly merging the paths of these hybrids with Heaven's own trajectory.

The question beckons: will their lives be elevated under Heaven's influence, or shall they descend into an abyss of despair from which recovery seems impossible?

Embark on this thrilling journey to discover the true potency of Heaven Valentino and witness the extraordinary consequences that unfold when lives intertwine with her unwavering will.

The answers lie within the pages of this captivating narrative, where boundaries shall be pushed, emotions shall run high, and destinies shall collide.

Read to find out more...

MATERIALIST

AUTHOR-NIM

Hey there!

So, let's dive into this book, shall we? First things first, if you're expecting a soft and fluffy story with cute scenes and characters, this might not be the book for you. Nope, this book is definitely not for the faint-hearted!

Now, let's talk about what you can expect. There will be some selected bonus chapters, specifically requested by you awesome readers. I want to make sure you're getting exactly what you're looking for!

But here's the thing, I won't shy away from deep and dark scenes. Brace yourself for some intense moments that might even trigger you. I believe in portraying real emotions and experiences, even if they're not always sunshine and rainbows.

Oh, one more thing. Plagiarism and translations of my work without permission? Not cool! I've poured my heart and soul into this book, so if I catch you doing that, I won't hesitate to report you. Let's keep things fair and respect each other's work, deal?

Now, criticism is totally fine. Feel free to express your opinions about the characters' behavior! But here's a line, folks. Degrading the characters or expecting them to follow your personal agenda? Nope, not allowed. We're here for a good time, not to pick a fight!

Okay, here's the deal with the pace of the story: slow-burn. Yep, you heard it right. We're taking our time, letting the story and relationships develop at a deliciously slow pace. So, if you're all about that slow-burn anticipation, you're in for a treat!

Now, let's talk about some ground rules. Racial, prejudiced, and intolerant comments? Not welcome at all! I won't tolerate any form of discrimination. If I catch you doing that, I'll report you faster than you can say "oops." Respect is key here, folks. Respect the characters and respect your fellow readers. No irrelevant arguments or fan wars allowed in the comments section. Let's keep it chill and focus on the story, okay?

Now, finally, let's talk about the content warning. Brace yourself, because this book has it all. We're talking blood, gore, sexual abuse, profanity, explicit mature themes, violence, mental trauma, and even torture. Yes, it's intense, but it's all part of the story. I just want to make sure you're aware before you dive in.

One more thing, I want to make it crystal clear that I don't own BTS or HYBE. This is all pure entertainment and should not be taken seriously. But everything else? Yeah, that's all mine.

If you're not comfortable with any of this, I totally understand. Maybe this book isn't the right fit for you, and that's okay! But if you're up for the challenge, buckle up and get ready for an exciting ride. I wish you the best of luck as you embark on this journey with me!

Author: Lynnetty Lee Mubanga.

All rights reserved.

©Lee.

Now, my friend, it's time to sit back, relax, and enjoy this wild ride!

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❤️‍🩹Lifeline | MYG❤️‍🩹

Happy New Year everyone!! Enjoy this chapter and new chapters every Monday! 💜💜

Synopsis: It’s long been controversial for idols to date, but idols dating each other can be really beautiful or a complete nightmare. When Yoongi's relationship with another idol is discovered, he decides maybe it’s time to break the taboo and show people it’s ok for idols to date. Instead, they find themselves caught in the midst of one media frenzy after another and struggle to keep their relationship as strong as it had been the past 2 years. Yoongi finds a self destructive way to cope, and it causes even more problems than it solves. As they fight for their relationship and their careers, they discover that sometimes, the only way to truly be free is to let go.

Pairing: idol!Yoongi x idol!OC

Warnings: nsfw, alcoholism, cheating, depression, anxiety, Yoongi goes through a bisexy ho phase, Yoongi is also in his alcoholic phase, post-military BTS

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Ch. 2: Taboo

Yoongi wakes up the next morning to an empty bed once again. He woke up to see Hyeri off when she left for her early shoot. He made her a quick snack to take with her, then fell right back to sleep the moment she left. Now he’s up again just a mere 3 hours later with an hour to spare before he heads off to his own scheduled shoot.

He rolls out of bed and makes himself a breakfast smoothie. With their world tour coming up he’s been on his pre-comeback diet which he mostly follows except when he’s with Hyeri. The way things have been lately, any time with her is worth breaking his diet.

When the time comes, he gathers everything he’ll need for the day and heads out once a manager arrives to take him to his first stop. Today’s schedule starts with a commercial shoot followed by a short promo shoot for the upcoming New Years Con being streamed on Weverse. After that, it’s dance practice until they all master the choreo or start fighting with each other too much from exhaustion. Then he’ll be in his studio finalizing some songs, making new ones, and working on a few projects he took on when he couldn’t get himself to say no to anyone.

With this schedule he has very little time to look at his phone. It’s nothing new to him and Hyeri though. They’re used to being so busy that they don’t even have a second to send a text to each other, and that’s exactly how Yoongi’s day is going. He gets all the way to practice having only checked his phone once during lunch where he sent Hyeri a quick message telling her to have a good day and that he loves her.

At practice the guys are all still working on perfecting their set list for their tour. They work one song at a time with the choreographer to make sure they have the moves down and then evaluate whether the song order is doable. It’s physically and mentally testing, but again it’s nothing new for these 7 veterans of the business.

During a short break Yoongi takes a seat against the wall next to Jin who hands him a bottle of water. “How do they have so much energy?” Jin asks pointing to Taehyung and Jungkook who are playing around in the middle of the floor.

“Their generation is a different breed,” Yoongi laughs watching along as Jimin and Hoseok record the two youngest’s impromptu breakdance battle on their phones.

When Namjoon enters the room from the bathroom, everyone begins moving into position to get back to practice. However, Namjoon pulls Yoongi to the side first.

“Hey hyung,” Namjoon says in a hushed tone. “I just want to give you a heads up.” He pulls his phone out of his pocket and shows Yoongi an article.

BTS SUGA HOLDING HANDS WITH IDOL ACTRESS RAINBOW

Right under the headline is a photo of Yoongi and Hyeri after they ate together the day before. Usually Yoongi, and the rest of the guys, would roll their eyes at such articles. It’s not the first time any of them have been photographed within 10 feet of someone else and had it turn into dating rumors. It’s easy to ignore because it’s typically not long before the chatter dies down and the public has moved on to something else. Usually. But the photo is too damning to be ignored.

For the very brief moment that Yoongi and Hyeri held each other’s hand outside of the restaurant yesterday, someone managed to take a picture of them. Now the image of them with their hands linked while they gaze into each other’s eyes is all over the internet.

Denying the rumors is what they normally would do. It’s easy. But not this time. Namjoon doesn’t have to say anything else to Yoongi because he already knows what this means. He’ll have to make a statement, and denying the relationship may not be so easy this time.

“Have you heard from Rainbow?” Namjoon asks.

“No,” Yoongi says. “I haven’t been on my phone all day.” He reaches for his pocket then realizes he left his phone in his bag in his studio upstairs. He looks at Namjoon wondering if it would upset the others if he ran upstairs for his phone.

“Come on, guys!” Hobi shouts getting in formation.

“You think she’s ok?” Namjoon asks.

“I don’t know,” Yoongi sighs. “Maybe she hasn’t seen anything yet, she’s supposed to be on set all day.”

“Then I’m sure she’s fine,” Namjoon resolves moving to join the rest of the group. “Let’s get this over with.”

The remainder of practice is hardly memorable to Yoongi. His body is there on autopilot, but his mind is far gone. He knew from the start that he and Hyeri’s relationship would be risky. An idol dating is always a hot topic, but two idols dating each other is a much larger issue. He hates the taboo, and while he’s certain there will be many people happy for them, he knows the nasty other side all too well. He can handle it, he has been since before their debut, but he worries about Hyeri.

When Hyeri debuted she was part of a four member girl group called Two Piece under Starlight Entertainment. Although they were under a much smaller company, they still managed to gain a decent following after their debut. Rainbow quickly became known as the adorably shy maknae with the voice to make anyone melt.

Behind the scenes, she found herself afraid to say much for fear that she would be kicked from the group. She got along well with her members, but management kept incredible amounts of pressure on them that had all four of them afraid to say or do anything. They thought the threats of being released would end once they debuted, but it didn’t. Not only that, but everything they did came with punishment. Even when they thought they did well, they were sent home to nothing more than a bowl of rice they had to share.

The company had no money and only one artist. Two Piece. The pressure was heavy because the company was so deep in debt, but no one realized just how much until an exposé was published revealing more than anyone knew was going on.

The CEO of Starlight was found to be in debt to a few powerful figures of the underworld. A gambling addiction, shady financial dealings, and a smuggling operation spanning three countries sent Starlight to its very quick and public demise. The company was shut down and police launched a lengthy investigation.

On top of everything else, Two Piece learned that the rights to all of their music and content was sold off by the CEO to cover some of his debt. It took a long time for authorities to track down who the CEO sold the rights to, but once they did there was nothing they could do. The person was unwilling to cooperate and refused to give ownership back to Two Piece without a large payment. Of course they never saw a dime from anything they had done so they were unable to offer anything.

The cruelty and unfairness of the business resulted in the end of Two Piece. They had hoped to sign elsewhere, but after losing hope in getting their songs back, and losing hope in music altogether, rapper and vocalist EJ quit music for good. She left Seoul and went to stay on her aunt and uncle’s farm in the countryside north of Busan. She comes around once or twice a year to reunite with the rest of the group to catch up a bit, but she maintains a very low key and internet free hermit lifestyle.

Not wanting to carry on as Two Piece without all four members, the remaining three decided to disband and go their separate ways. Leader and main dancer Haeun went on a few dance competition shows before earning recognition as one of the generations best dancers. She remains in Seoul as a dance mentor on idol survivor shows and occasionally hosts dance workshops. Minji, vocalist and second youngest, released two solo albums with a different label before leaving the entertainment business and teaching musical theater at a performing arts school near Seoul.

Lastly, the shy and soft spoken Hyeri aka Rainbow remained in the music business until she recently began her acting career. She’s received lots of positive feedback for her acting from both fans and peers. Colleagues and production staff on every set she’s worked on praise her for being one of the sweetest and easiest people to work with.

It’s been 5 years since the scandal that ended their group, and now Hyeri finds herself sitting at home staring at the photo of her and Yoongi that’s been spreading across the internet all day. She was sent home after finishing only half of her shoot for her “safety” and they promised to reschedule in a few days. She was unsure why until she went back to her dressing room to change and she saw the many messages on her phone.

Minji and Haeun were just checking in on her knowing how hard things can be for her whenever she’s the subject of rumors or anything deemed controversial. Her mom let her know that if she and Yoongi need to disappear for a bit they can always come stay with them in Gwangju. Her manager tells her to get some rest and they’ll talk in the morning. There are a few other messages but none from Yoongi aside from the one he sent her earlier in the day. She figures he must not know yet so instead of messaging him she decides to wait for him to find out on his own. The last thing she wants to do is cause a distraction if he just so happens to look at his phone during practice and sees the news from her.

What she doesn’t realize is Yoongi already knows and after another hour of practice, the guys show mercy and end it early. He’s now running to get his bag out of his studio and he sees it. Messages from everyone. His brother, his mom, some friends. Everyone except Hyeri.

He quickly heads out to his car and rushes home. If she hasn’t seen the news then he wants to be home for her when she does. Just like everyone else close to her, he knows she tends to have a hard time with tabloids. He’s surprised to see the lights on when he gets home and more surprised when he sees Hyeri sitting on the couch in a daze.

“What are you doing home so early?” He asks sitting next to her. “Are you ok?”

“I’m ok,” she says softly. “Why are you home so early?”

He looks her over noticing the redness of her eyes. He can definitely smell the red wine on her breath and see the wad of tissue on the table. She knows.

“I’m here for the same reason you are,” he responds. “Are you sure you’re ok?”

She nods. Sniffs. Her lips tremble. Then she shakes her head.

“Do you think they’ll replace me?” She worries. “What if the company drops me?”

“No,” he says pulling her into an embrace. “They’re not going to replace you or drop you from anything. This shit happens all the time.”

“I know, but what do we say when it’s true? That picture is hard to deny.”

“Well…” he thinks a moment. He had been thinking about this since the moment Namjoon showed him the article. He knows they have to say something, but with that photo he feels denying it would just make them seem like liars. He’d rather break the taboo than be a liar. “Maybe we just tell them the truth.”

“What?” She asks surprised that he would suggest such a thing.

“It’s true, so let’s just admit it. Why should we hide our love because of some stupid societal rule that idols can’t date? I don’t care what anyone has to say about it, I love you and that’s all that matters.”

“I love you too baby, I just,” she pauses and takes a breath. “I need to talk to my manager tomorrow first.”

“What?” He raises a brow.

“Earlier today I got the lead role in that big drama I auditioned for.”

“Really?” He perks up with excitement knowing just how bad she wanted that role and how hard she practiced for it. It’s not only a lead role, but her first lead role. The big opportunity she’d been dreaming about.

“Yeah,” she says shyly. “They offered the part to me this morning. Nothing has been announced yet though, so…I’m scared I may lose it before I even get started.” She sniffles trying to hide her worried tears.

“Babe,” he says squeezing her tighter. “First I’m so proud of you! And second, this isn’t a reason for you to lose your role.” He cups her cheeks in his hands and gives her a quick peck. “It’ll be ok. Talk to your manager in the morning, but you shouldn’t worry. If we go public then we won’t have to hide anymore. We won’t have to sneak around in the middle of the night anymore.”

He’s hopeful. More than hopeful. He’s never been one to shy away from opposing societal norms, this would be his chance to break down another wall. Not that he’s looking for that praise, he simply just wants to go out with his love without the world trying to make it seem like he’s a bad guy.

Hyeri loves Yoongi’s bold defiance. It’s part of the reason why she fell in love with him. She admires how easy it is for him to throw caution to the wind and do as he pleases regardless of what others think. She feels confident and secure with him, but she’s still scared. The thought of losing her lead role or being embroiled in anything controversial makes her heart race. She’s worked so hard, she can’t lose this now.

When Hyeri talks to her manager the next morning, she feels even more scared. Big Hit gave Yoongi the choice to put out whatever statement he wants either to confirm or deny the relationship. JJS told Hyeri that they would deny the rumors. Yoongi was ready to shout from the rooftops that he and Hyeri are together. Then she told him what her company told her.

She’s a fresh budding actress about to star in her first lead role. Dating rumors would not only cause a negative distraction to the show that’s meant to be highly anticipated, but also would look bad for her image. Aside from the fact that she’s an idol, she’s also a new actress and the best roles are given to those who are young and available. The pure and innocent. The perfect star for a drama that calls for a lovable but oblivious female lead. Being in a romantic relationship with a member of the biggest group on the planet would send her image in a direction that her company doesn’t want.

“Did you even try to stand up for yourself?!” Yoongi shouts jumping up from the couch after she tells him the result of the conversation with her manager.

“What was I supposed to say?” Hyeri shouts back not quite bold enough to stand along with him. He’s 3 inches taller than her so it wouldn’t do her any good. “I could lose everything!”

“But you don’t mind losing me?” He huffs.

“Yoongi, you know that’s not it! You know this is my dream! You know how scared I am of having it taken away from me! What could I do?!”

“Stand your ground, Na Hyeri!!” He understands that she’s not typically the one who’s able to speak up when it comes to defying anything a superior says, but he thought she at least loved him enough to try.

“I don’t have a ground to stand on!” She cries in frustration. “I’m not a member of the biggest fucking group in the world! I can’t just say something and have the world cater to my every need! I can’t rebel knowing I have millions of fans around the world to carry me no matter what!”

“The number of fans you have has nothing to do with you speaking up for yourself!”

“Says the one who doesn’t have to worry about that shit!” She finally stands looking up at him. She doesn’t care that he’s taller, she’s pissed and he needs to know it. “You’re so far up in your cloud that you forget how it is for those of us that can’t just walk into a building and have everyone obey our every command!”

“That’s not-“

“I can’t just go against the company!” She stomps her foot about to completely explode. “I worked too hard to lose this, Yoongi! I love you but I can’t sacrifice my dream just to be a rebel or some shit! I’m not you!”

“Hye-“

“No!” She interrupts. “No matter what you say it won’t change the fact that we’re on much different levels. No one gives a shit about me. There’s a line of people waiting to take my place and I haven’t even started. I have a ways to go to build even half the following and support you have. I can’t do anything outside of the company’s wishes. I just need you to understand that.”

“I do, Hyeri, but I need you to understand that you’re not going to instantly lose everything because we tell the world we’re dating. Even if you do I can take care of you and anything you need. I can put you in contact with anyone you want and you’ll be fine.”

“Yoongi,” she sighs stepping back. “They’re already getting ready to put the statement out. It’s out of my hands.”

She walks off and goes into the bedroom leaving Yoongi standing in the middle of the living room. He knows she has a hard time with these things and he knows it’s not entirely wrong of her to fear for her job because of it. But he also feels like she should trust him more.

Either way, he’s not happy right now. He packs his work bag and decides to leave for his studio. He’s got a small bit of time before he has to jump right into the day’s schedule, so he’ll take this time to work on the things he didn’t work on yesterday and simply cool off a bit. Because as if he wasn’t already upset, Hyeri giving him the silent treatment before he left didn’t make things any better.

The statement from JJS denying the dating rumors only said they’re just friends who went out for a meal. Nothing more to it. Yoongi decided he didn’t want Big Hit to put out a statement at all. If that’s the statement her company is going with then he’d rather just stay silent. Either way, it hurts him.

He never thought he’d hurt over something like this. Maybe he’s being too emotional and not very logical. Maybe he’s letting his heart get the best of him.

He works all day but he’s not mentally present. He knows everyone else saw the statement. He knows they’re trying hard to not mention it. They’re trying hard to make things seem normal, but it’s not working well.

Hobi’s face can never tell a lie, and the way his mouth twists into a concerned frown when he sees Yoongi miss a step in practice is all too noticeable. Instead of scolding Yoongi as he normally would, he stays silent when Yoongi forgets a move. Hobi lets it slide when he does it again. After the fourth time Yoongi knows it’s intentional. There’s never a practice where Hobi isn’t catching and calling out every dance mistake. Yoongi thought him letting it go the first time was generous, but now its too much. Yoongi can tell Hobi doesn’t want to say or do anything that may make him more upset in any way.

Yoongi hates it. He hates the big ass elephant in the room. He hates that something so trivial is effecting him this bad. He hates that by the time he’s done with practice and back in his studio he hasn’t heard a word from Hyeri. That hurts.

Hyeri had her shoot rescheduled for the following day which left her with the entire day to herself. She spent most of the time reading comments online after the dating rumors were denied. Lots of people don’t believe it, but others are taking the statement at face value and not questioning it any further. It’s a mixed bag which doesn’t make her feel much better about the decision, but she knows there’s nothing she could have done.

She hates fighting with Yoongi. She knew he’d be upset but she wishes he’d be more understanding of her side of things. To her, all she can do is ride on whatever the company says. She’s gone through the worst, but JJS managed to earn her trust. They never treated her badly and even apologized to her when she left her badge at home and had to go through management to get a temporary one so she could get in the building. This company treats her like a valued family member, not a bad dog, and she can’t possibly get herself to do anything against whatever they suggest to her.

She can’t lose this.

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Blackthorn Prolog | M.YG

Pairing: Crown Prince Dragon!Yoongi x Crown Princess Impundulu!Keena Genre: Soulmate AU | Arranged Marriage AU | Fantasy AU | Fluff Word Count: 1.2K Warnings: Hints to arranged marriage | Swearing an oath Rating: PG15

The Vow - Empress Min stops by Prince Yoongi’s chambers and invites him for a stroll in the garden

a/n: Shout out to the great @sailoryooons​ for being my beta and banner maker!

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My Prince,

I am counting down the days until we can finally meet. I pray that you won’t regret befriending me after all this time. The palace is so alive; my trip to your nation is on the lips of every person. Mother is worried about sending me alone, I overheard her speaking with Father about granting me my very own guard. I hope it isn’t Dingani, Father’s most trusted warrior. I have never seen that man smile and he scares me.

I will admit it only to you, my prince. I hope to be by your side for a long time as we lead our nation's side by side, together. What luck has blessed my family to be considered allies to the Min Empire? May many tales be shared of our victories and joys. May the ever-bright sun continue to bathe you in its golden hues.

Well wishes, your friend, 

Princess Keena

Sitting in the window of his private room, Yoongi, the Prince of the Min empire rereads the letter in his hand and smiles. Princess Keena, his dear friend for nearly his whole life, will be at the front gates of his palace within a fortnight. A breeze sends his loose blonde strands of hair swaying around his shoulders and face, making Yoongi smile more. The black scales on his jawline catching the light and creating mini rainbows around himself. The princess’ words echo loudly in Yoongi’s mind as he looks to the blue sky above. Wispy white clouds dance and shift into bumpy bunnies and twisted tiger tails. The sun, large and bright, warms the air and Yoongi inhales the scent of azaleas and camellias thick on his tongue like honey.

A knock at the door pulls Yoongi from his thoughts and he clears his throat, calling for whoever to enter his chambers. Setting the letter in his hand back into a small rectangle shaped box covered in a beautiful mother of pearl dragon, Yoongi closes the lid softly and turns his attention to the door as it opens. Red and gold, blinds Yoongi for a moment before he is greeted by his mother, the empress’ warm smile.

“Mother, what brings you here?” Yoongi is quick to stand and offer the woman who birthed him that identical gummy smile that every bloodborne Min carries. Yoongi walks over and offers his mother his arm, happy when she slips her hand in the crook of his elbow.

“Join me in the gardens, it’s a beautiful day.”

“Yes, mother.”

“Sit, I will fix your hair.”

Yoongi allows his mother to herd him towards his dressing table and he sits before her silently. The empress stands beside Yoongi and grabs the boar hairbrush, slowly dragging it through his long blonde locks. She takes her time as she gathers Yoongi’s hair up into a topknot, fastening his sangtawan and manggeon before she places her hands on his shoulders. Her long black claws stand out against Yoongi’s blue gonryongpo.

“My son, such a handsome young fledgling you have become.” Dark eyes sparkle and Yoongi fights the heat that warms his ears and cheeks.

“Mother,” Yoongi whines and the empress laughs while giving him a tight back hug.

“I love you, my son.” The empress pulls away and Yoongi stands to his full height, once again offering his mother his arm. Yoongi leads the way to the gardens, his mother’s personal guard, Dongwook, keeping a short distance away as they walk. The air is warmer outside and Yoongi feels his neck starting to sweat almost instantly. “Indulge me, my son.”

The empress keeps her eyes on the path ahead as she walks beside Yoongi. The dogwoods are in bloom, their petals covering the ground in a soft blanket of white. Yoongi glances at his mother, waiting for her question with bated breath.

“Are you excited about the Princess’ arrival?”

Yoongi scales catch in the sunlight as he lifts his face towards the warmth, and he cannot help the grin that pulls at his lips. The empress watches his expression change with a fondness in her eyes and she laughs sweetly. 

“Have you found a suitable greeting gift?” She questions as they pass by a few servants that stop walking to bow.

“I have. I feel that Princess Keena will feel most welcome by my gift.”

“Oh?” The empress smiles and squeezes Yoongi’s arm lightly. “I am looking forward to seeing your gift. You will do well to remember that the Princess will be very far from home. We want her to feel comfortable during her time here.”

“I know, mother. I will look after the Princess well.”

The empress and Yoongi walk across a turquoise bridge that crosses over the large koi fishpond and into the pavilion. Together they sit in silence and watch the fish swim around below. The empress looks at Yoongi’s profile and reaches out, the tips of her claws running along his jawline scratching lightly against his scales. 

“You will make a fine emperor one day.”

Yoongi turns to face his mother and raises an eyebrow. His dark eyes narrow as he tries to dissect her words. A breeze blows and more of the dogwood petals ride the wind, some caught in the hair of the empress and Yoongi. The empress smiles and pulls her hand away from Yoongi’s face before she speaks again.

“Your father and I won't be around forever. Now is the time to think about settling down and starting your own-”

“Mother.” 

Yoongi shakes his head, not caring that he cut her off. He plucks a few petals from his robes and drops them into the pond before he sighs and scratches at the tip of his nose. Staring out at the water, Yoongi watches the fish below, thinking of what he would like to say next.

“The nation in the west is strong but our alliance with Princess Keena’s homeland makes us stronger. It would be foolish to think that some conflict will not arise but for now I wish not to jinx it.”

Yoongi’s dark eyes flick to his mother’s face and she nods her head softly. Yoongi clears his throat and folds his hands together in his lap, his right thumb rubbing the back of his left hand.

“When the time comes, I will fulfill my duty to the throne. You do not have to worry yourself with that thought.”

“Promise me Yoongi.”

“Pardon?” Yoongi stares at his mother confused. Promise her?

“When the time comes, you must promise me here and now that you will fulfill your duty to the throne.”

Yoongi licks his lips as the hair on the back of his neck rises. There is an air of sadness behind the empress’ words, and it worries Yoongi. Have they already picked his wife? Well, it wouldn’t be unheard of. He is a royal after all, it would be foolish for Yoongi to think he could marry for love. Princess Keena’s endless letters and words float into Yoongi’s mind. His only wish is that his lifelong friend and his future wife will be able to get along for his sake.

“To the ancient dragons who came before and watch over us, I swear it, mother.”

Yoongi’s dark eyes flash a golden hue and his mother’s do the same before she smiles and pats his hand.

#blackthorn prolog #soc yoongi #yoongi soulmate au #bts fantasy au #bts ambw #bts x black reader #dragon!yoongi #exqueuese me

[stormblessed95]

Didn’t yoongi technically come out? Like I might be misremembering but didn’t he once say his type wasn’t restricted to girls, or something along those lines? I’ve been operating on the belief that yoongs was actually Out™️ for a while now 💀 rip if I’m wrong

LMAOOO friend, Yoongi comes out a couple times a year since their debut years (from saying his type isn't limited to women and even describing the type of man he would want, which macho, manly and with a beard lol) and the fandom still likes to pretend he is "just joking" or it's "translation errors" 😂 because of course. I have 3 posts about all of Yoongis queer/rainbow moments already where he is talking about it or wearing pride stuff. Which I'll link here:

My man is so unapologetically queer 🥰 he is just living his life and if you don't want to see, you won't. He doesn't care either way it seems. Lol but honestly, what a good excuse this post gives me to make another YOONGI RAINBOW MOMENTS post from even more things he has done more recently!!

On the D-Day tour, he wore a shirt that said the rumors are true from the LdSS brand which has an openly gay designer who has mentioned in interviews how their core fanbase is "quite queer, gay, and sex positive."

Again on tour, performing with Halsey (one of his besties) who is openly bisexual, under Bi lighting on stage

Seriously, the Bi lighting all through tour lol

The way he giggles over his guitarists and friends flirty jokes with him all the time 🥰😂 honestly, the reaction of falling on the floor giggling, blushing, and kicking your feet in the air when a man proposes to you before killing it on his guitar is both 💅🏼 and VALID

Ally Pup on his D-Day Tour Crew! 😍🥰

Rainbow cake in his Road to D-Day docu

Yoongis admiration for Merry Christmas Mr Lawrence. This Twitter thread actually explains it quite well and links to a video further in the thread too, so I'll just make yall go read about it from them. But do go read it

And going back in time just a little bit, when BTS was in Vegas for PTD and Yoongi got the marry me jokes again during the OT7 live stream and he said that marriages in Vegas are legal and possible no matter what your gender, I love him so much

I don't know what ANYONE else wants this man to do. This man is part of our community, like it's sooooo clear. I have 4 posts of him hinting at or out right just saying gay shit at this point lol Let the man live his truth!!

#yoongi rainbow moments

[bubblesuga]

Keep Driving

Summary: On a road trip in the states, the reader and Yoongi find out they both want to be more than friends. genre: fluff, smut, idol!au Word Count: 4k

A/N: Harry Styles released a golden album filled with songs I could easily write stories to sooooo I'm excited to write more lol

His feet rest on the dashboard of a rental vehicle you found in Vermont. He snores softly, almost harmonizing with the hum of the engine while you slow to a stop in the first neighborhood you've seen in four hours.

You take a moment to look at him, the curve of his cheeks keeping you in tune with the world. He looks so peaceful, like nothing has ever gone wrong for him and there's something about the way his lips rest upward that makes you think that everything will be okay.

The light turns green and you press on the gas, double checking the GPS to make sure you were going in the right direction.

When Yoongi approached you with the idea of a road trip across the americas, you thought he was messing with you. Yoongi isn't and never has been the type to want to leave the defining comfort of his own home and explore. There's been countless times that you would come to check on Yoongi only to find him asleep in front of whatever project he decided to pursue that month. He was always most comfortable with his own things, in his own world.

So, of course you said yes to coming with him. Missing a chance to see Min Yoongi explore the world outside of his job obligations? There's no way you'd ever risk that.

The complication comes with the budding feelings you've been having for him. It has thrown you entirely off guard. One minute you're sitting across from him in school, thinking of him like a brother and the next you're sat beside him in a place you've never been, exploring a different continent. You could try and pin point exactly when it began but you know the point would be moot seeing as it's already happened. You're already picturing him peppering kisses across your face while you hold him close to you. The worst part is, you know he still sees you as a friend.

Drifting to a stop in front of an old historic hotel near the French Quarters of New Orleans, you take the opportunity to try and wake Yoongi. Your hand reaches out and shakes Yoongi's shoulder softly. He stirs, then doesn't budge. Your hand slips from his shoulder onto his neck. His skin feels warm and inviting compared to the coolness of your fingertips. You were hoping the cold would make him wake but alas, he continues to sleep.

"Yoongi," you say gently, "we're at the hotel."

Yoongi finally turns, opening only his right eye, "You know, you should really use those hand warmers we bought in New York."

"Why would I do that? I can just--" you cut yourself off by slipping your hands between Yoongi's jacket and his shirt, hearing him squak at the newfound cold against his clothed torso.

He jumps out of the car in an instant, leaning down to give you a glare. You only smile back, having completed your mission of getting him out of the car.

"So," you say, "what name are we using this time? Ben? Trevor? Miguel?"

Yoongi's creativity with his fake names has impressed you. Of course he can't check into every hotel under Min Yoongi. You're sure someone eventually will catch up to the idea that Yoongi is in America and suddenly you're both regretting the fact that you didn't bring along security. He insisted on it just being you two, though. Seeing as he hasn't been genuinely alone in nearly a decade.

Yoongi chuckles at your name suggestions, "Since we're in New Orleans, I say we go French," he jumps in front of your path while you walk, waving his hand in rainbow shape while he speaks, "Mr. and Mrs. Jacques Cousteau."

Your heart thumps at the fact that you're playing house with him. Sure it's just some fun way to fool the desk clerk but you feel as though you want to play into this fantasy more than you want Yoongi to know.

Raising an eyebrow and pushing the excitement down as far as you can, you speak, "Jacques Cousteau? Like the French Explorer?"

Yoongi's cheeks redden slightly, "Just go with it."

"Ah, so we're married now?" you continue to walk towards the grand gold-lined doors, "what are we? 10 years in and beginning to loathe each other?"

"Definitely not," he responds, "honey moon. I want the nicest suite they offer considering we'll be spending the most nights in this city."

You raise an eyebrow as he rushes in front of you to open the door. You enter the foyer and marvel at the intricate details in the walls. You don't get the chance to stare for long, because Yoongi puts his arm around your waist and leans towards your ear. "Play it up."

"What?" your eyes go wide as Yoongi presses a kiss to your cheek while you both reach the front desk.

"Good evening, welcome to Ritz-Carlton. What can I do for you two?" the desk clerk greets you two while Yoongi's grip around you tightens. You nearly yelp but hold back, resting your head on his shoulder.

"My wife and I would like the nicest suite you have," Yoongi says. His English has improved significantly in the passed few years, making this trip a breeze, "we are celebrating our honey moon."

"Oh, congratulations! Let me see what we have available." the woman says, turning to her computer. While she looks, Yoongi turns to you and presses his forehead to yours. You inhale as he grins, and for a split second you think he's going to kiss you. His lips get awfully close to yours, but he swipes passed your them and towards your ear, "Be more into it."

This confuses you. You swore you couldn't act more in love with him, considering the fact that you're not necessarily faking it. He spots your confusion and whispers, "I'm going to peck your lips."

Before you get the chance to respond, Yoongi raises his hand to your cheek and swipes away your words. Pressing a small, quick, kiss to your lips, he pulls away and sends you a wink.

"Okay, Mr..."

"Jacques Coustea." Yoongi fills the clerk in. You bite back a giggle.

"...Right," she laughs, "we do have our top level suite available. It comes with both a shower and a bathtub, a view of the city, and a private hot tub."

"We'll take it." Yoongi says, pulling out his wallet. As he checks in, you take a moment to step away. Your face is flushed, you can feel it. You never expected Yoongi to kiss you just to sell a point to a person you two will never see again. You lift your fingertips to your lips, a smile taking over your face. His lips were unexpectedly soft, they tasted sweet like the licorice he was munching on in the car. The split second kiss has somehow affected your entire body. Yoongi doesn't know it, but he just made this way more complicated than before.

Before you know it, Yoongi is grabbing your hand and pulling you towards the elevator. He laces his fingers through yours while you wait for the elevator. Your palms are sweaty but he doesn't seem to care, using his thumb to gently swipe along your knuckles.

As soon as you enter the lift, Yoongi's hand slips from yours.

"I can't believe we fooled them," he chuckles, "she totally thought we were in love."

Your smile fades ever so slightly. Breathing deep, you look towards your slightly distorted reflection in the shiny walls of the elevator, "Yeah. Who would have thought we would make such a convincing couple?"

Yoongi grins, "It was the kiss," the elevator doors open and Yoongi leads you out as he continues, "you can't be unconvinced about such a simple kiss."

"What do you mean?" you laugh, dragging your bag close behind you. The hallway is long but you can see the double doors to the suit at the end. The doors are so big that you almost think they lead to a ballroom of sorts. You read online that New Orleans was filled with 200 year old dance halls.

"Well, it would have been much less convincing if I stuck my tongue down your throat in the middle of the lobby. Normal couples keep their PDA to a minimum."

"I don't know," you shrug while Yoongi puts the key against the door, "I've seen plenty of couples practically dry humping in public."

Yoongi pauses after he cracks the door open and turns to you with an eyebrow raised, "Would you have preferred I'd done that?"

"W- what? No!"

He laughs, pushing the door open and revealing a gorgeous foyer. You rush passed him, dropping your bags onto the floor and taking in the room. It's the nicest room you've ever been in. A soft couch sits in the center with an 80 inch television against the wall. You collapse onto the couch and sigh happily.

"You've outdone yourself, Min Yoongi." A moan falls from your lips while you stretch across the couch. Yoongi points to the door to your left, "You haven't even seen the room yet."

Pulling yourself up, you rush towards Yoongi and throw open the door to the bedroom, revealing a King Size bed with satin sheets. Turning back to Yoongi with your jaw agape, he only leans against the wall and smiles.

You turn back with a grin and throw yourself onto the bed. You writhe against the softest duvet you have ever felt and arch your back with another appreciative moan. The bed has made you completely forget the earlier heat Yoongi gave you at the suggestion of grinding against you. Though you would never be able to fully forget that, because the feeling in the pit of your stomach was incomparable to any excitement you had ever felt before.

Yoongi moves forward and falls beside you on the bed.

He's not touching you, but he's close enough that his body heat warms you even more.

"Thank you for bringing me along, Yoongi." you say, turning on your side so you can face him.

Yoongi mirrors you, resting is head on his forearm, "Of course I'd bring you along. Who else would I have brought?"

You try to hide your blush, "The other members..."

Yoongi waves you off, "I've seen the world with them, _____. I've experienced some things that most people will never see in their entire lives," he pauses, reaching his free hand forward and rubbing your arm gently, "they're my brothers and I'm grateful for my experiences with them. I just wanted to experience it with my best friend and the person I love most in this world."

You swear your heart skips a beat at Yoongi's confession. You let out a shaky breath and allow a small smile to stretch your lips. Again, he mirrors you. Then, he leans forward and presses the lightest kiss you've ever felt to your forehead. For a moment you believe that you're imagining it. It surpasses the feeling that the kiss you two shared in the lobby gave you, because it wasn't for a show. He wasn't doing it to fool anyone. It was just the two of you, and it was soft and subtle and made your heart feel full.

"What do you say we check out the hot tub? It's got jetssss~" Yoongi sings, slipping off his shirt.

"I didn't bring a swimsuit," you say, watching Yoongi as he slips his jeans off. He dons plain black underwear that falls onto his upper thigh. They're tight, showing off his ass. You like it a lot more than you're willing to admit.

"But you did bring underwear," he turns back to you, meeting your unsure eyes, "Come on, _____. I've known you for years, I promise seeing you in your bra and panties won't be any different than when you'd swim in a bikini when we were teenagers."

He waits for your response. When you don't give one, he nods. "Okay, I will be out there. If you so choose, you are welcome to join me."

He turns on his heel, leaving you alone in the room. You pull yourself off of the bed and peak out of the window onto the balcony. He slips the cover of the hot tub off and dips his hand inside. You see the way his lips curl at the temperature, lifting his leg and stepping in. You want so badly to curl beside him in there, to feel the warm water surrounding the two of you while his arms hold you close.

An hour ago you would have assumed this was wishful thinking. That there was no way that Yoongi would have liked that. Sure, he confessed his platonic love to you while laying beside you in the honeymoon suite of the most expensive hotel in New Orleans, but for some reason the thing that convinced you the most was the way he smiled at you while you lay on the bed and he undressed himself just now. Like it was always supposed to be like this. His comfort with you and his ability to make you feel like you were the only person on the planet is more than enough.

You slip your clothes off, glancing at yourself in the mirror on the closet door. Your underwear wasn't matching and it certainly isn't your cutest pair, but you know that Yoongi won't mind. All he cares about is the fact that you're experiencing this with him.

A feeling of wariness washes over you when you leave the bedroom, though.

Maybe you were being a little too prosaic.

Folding your arms over your torso, you step onto the balcony. Yoongi lays his head against a towel on the ledge of the hot tub. The bubbles are on full blast and he almost looks as though he's asleep. So relaxed, so peaceful, so... cute.

"Yoongi," you nearly whisper, watching his eyes fly open, "you've convinced me."

His eyes are wide while the fall over your body. He seems to be fighting himself to stop looking at you.

"I admit," you say as you step over the ledge, "I have filled out quite a bit since we were in high school."

Yoongi swallows, "W- what are you talking about?"

"My boobs," you laugh, "they're bigger than they used to be."

"Why do you say that?" Yoongi asks, watching you sink into the water.

You smile, "Because you couldn't look away, silly."

A scoff falls from his lips as he folds his arms in front of his chest. Your cheeks burn with delight while you look down and play with the bubbles forming around you. Yoongi was right, you've known him for so long that there's no reason you would ever read him wrong. He's displaying himself openly and he doesn't even know it. He's attracted to you in every way that you're attracted to him, one of you just has to be the one to make the first move.

"I can look away from your boobs, _____." he defends.

A mischevious grin fills your face, "Can you?"

Yoongi chuckles softly, opening his arms, "Where is this coming from? What's gotten into you?"

You push yourself forward, stopping a foot in front of Yoongi. Keeping yourself low, you feel the water brush your chin. "You said you love me, right Yoongi?"

"More than anyone else in the world." he confirms, raising an eyebrow.

"Is it platonic? Or... do you love me... in other ways?"

He tilts his head, "Yah... what are you asking?" His voice is light, flirty. It lets you know that you're doing everything right.

"Do you want to kiss me?"

Yoongi swallows, "I have kissed you before."

"No, Yoongi," you push forward again and move your knees to either side of Yoongi's thighs. Wrapping your arms around his shoulders, you continue, "do you want to kiss me? Feel me, and mean it?"

"Fuck," he breathes, leaning forward and smashing his lips onto yours. You internally squeal with glee, feeling you get pushed back onto the chair. Yoongi's taste invades your every sense, his sweet tongue a stark contrast to what you had expected. The bitter taste of coffee is nowhere to be found, instead you taste the licorice you had bought a few states away. You taste relief in his lips, and you taste passion. A gentle sorts, the kind that makes you feel safe.

"What have we," Yoongi pauses between kisses, "been doing," he pecks you again, "all our lives?"

"Avoiding what was right in front of us." you answer, your chest heaving against his.

"Not anymore. Never again." He growls, lifting you to allowing your legs to wrap around his waist. You hold yourself against him while he reaches beneath the water. You look down to try and see what he's doing but the water distorts your vision. When you meet his eyes, he smiles softly, "You got me all worked up, _____. You're right," he seems to have succeeded in what he was doing, because you feel his cock begin to poke your covered heat, "I was staring at your boobs. I've been hard since you walked out here."

"Then fuck me."

"Such dirty words coming from such sweet tasting lips."

The euphoria that you felt the moment Yoongi entered you surpassed every good moment you have ever had in your life. He breathes with you, as though he is taking in the moment just as much as you. Soaking within you, he kisses you again. So softly.

When he begins to move, you cry out quietly. He shushes you lowly, "It's okay baby," he moans, "does it feel good?"

"So good." you toss your head back, exposing your neck. Yoongi leans down and nips at your collar bone. His arms, which have gotten significantly stronger, hold you tightly and bounce you up and down. You reach behind you, unhooking your bra and letting it fall into the water.

Yoongi switches his attention from your neck down to your nipples, switching between sucking and biting softly on them. They harden, and your senses all fall into Yoongi. Only Yoongi.

"Touch yourself," Yoongi demands, "I'm close."

You reach between the two of you and rub your clit harshly while Yoongi's thrusts speed up. He pulls away and grips your panties in his hands while he pistons harshly. You feel your release coming on harshly and allow yourself to fall with a grin on your face. Yoongi spots you, his jaw dropping while he watches you come undone.

And he comes too.

He face falls into your neck while he repeats your name. The heat in your belly is stronger now that you feel him release, pulling him close to you while the feeling of the water slowly begins to return.

"Have I been promoted?" you ask after a moment.

He looks up, "What?"

"From Best Friend to... Girlfriend?"

Yoongi's face falls onto your skin again as he laughs. "You earned that title years ago. I just wasn't sure if you wanted it."

"Well, I do. And you get the title of boyfriend."

"Deal, dork." Yoongi chuckles, pulling you in for another kiss.

~*~*~

The four days you spent in New Orleans were filled with love. Yoongi was a completely different person now, as far as you went. His hands were on you all the time. His lips found yours so easily, as if he's been doing it for years.

It's only been a week, but you feel as though you've lived a lifetime with him. You have lived many years with him already, but this was so new. Everything about this has had you reeling with excitement that you simply can't contain. So now that you find yourself in the middle of nowhere, in a diner in Oklahoma, you realize just how wild your life has become.

"Is this really a full American breakfast?" Yoongi scrunches his nose while he pokes at some sort of meat on his plate. You shrug, cutting up your french toast that you ordered on the waitress's recommendation, "I feel like an American waitress would know what a traditional American breakfast is."

Yoongi pushes away the mystery meat and stabs his fork into the scrambled eggs. "Anyway, I got a call from Psy. He asked me about producing a song of his for a knew comeback."

"Oh? Is that who you were on the phone with this morning?" You bite into the sticky bread and smile at the taste. Good decision, Ms. Waitress.

"Yeah. He knew that I was in America so he guessed a good time to call." Yoongi says softly, reaching his foot forward and gently brushing your ankle.

You nod approvingly, "Are you gonna do it?"

Yoongi nods as well, "Might as well. Psy is a cool guy."

The breakfast falls into silence soon afterwards. It's comfortable, and it reminds you just how much you love Yoongi.

When you were younger, your mother used to tell you that the key to knowing that you're on the right path is being able to be yourself in front of someone. Yoongi has many personas, and while all of them reflect a certain part of him, none of them are fully him. The pure Yoongi sits across from you now with slightly unkempt hair and healing finger tips from the callouses that broke while he played the guitar. He's exemplary in his work and calm in his fun. Sometimes you wonder if he's part robot, conserving his energy so he can give everything he can into his work. And now, to a certain extent, give everything he can to you. Yoongi is on the right path because he is entirely himself in front of you.

"So," you say while you wait for the check, "Namjoon texted me this morning."

Yoongi pauses scrolling on his phone and looks up, "Okay?"

"He said something about being happy that Yoongi is finally 'gettin' it'."

Yoongi blushes, "I- okay," he laughs, "I may have let them know that we were together now."

"Did you now," your eyes widen in mock shock, "I would have never guessed from the way Namjoon described me taking the stick out of your ass."

"I don't have a stick up my ass!"

"Now you don't," you giggle, "I took it out."

Yoongi's jaw drops, "Did I have a stick in my ass when I took you on this damn trip?"

You pretend to ponder, earning a light kick to the shin under the table. He rolls his eyes and reaches forward to grab your hand, a small gesture that has your subconscious screaming at you to jump over the table and kiss him now.

"I'm going to kill Namjoon when we get back." Yoongi gives a sarcastic smile.

"And here I thought you were going to say something romantic." you squeeze his hand back, shaking your head. Yoongi laughs, "Am I not romantic enough?"

"No you definitely are! I just- you grabbed my hand and-"

Yoongi puts a finger to your lips, "I love you. So much."

"I love you too." you blush.

"Good," he grins, "now can I say I'm gonna kill Namjoon?"

When Yoongi pays the check, he tosses you the keys to the rental car and smiles, "So... should we keep driving?"

"Where to next?" you ask, sliding into the driver's seat.

Yoongi shurgs, "Wherever the next freeway takes us."

#min yoongi #yoongi #bts #yoongi x reader #yoongi x you #bts x reader #yoongi fic #yoongi smut #yoongi fluff #yoongi x reader smut #yoongi x reader fluff

[spookyserenades]

Questions and thoughts

So, rereading all the chapters some questions cane to mind. I really hope i remember all of them but if not then I'll just send another ask.

I need to know more about hybrid laws and hybrids in general in the world you created. What i gathered until now is that they can't walk without their version of collars and microchip (hybrid ID) and that's kinda the only thing that twigged as law to me. Oh and that they are not allowed to work. What are other laws? Also you'd think that if they were created with the intention of house pet that can talk, wouldn't they only create non-exotic hybrids? But i guess that the exotics are made with the purpose of entertaining the rich. As you said hunting them, maybe sexual desires? Or how Jin was in the circus.

Back to their adoption. Can i ask what everyone was thinking in a few words? Like they new they were going to that rich guy but boom random 23-24 year old girl pops in Hi I got you babes! I'd ask you if you could make a small drabble but I'm too impatient 🤣😭. I was thinking about it and I feel like JK probably thought Oh nice I'm not dying yet but I'm gonna go to a sex house yuhuu.

Scenting! From what I understood all hybrids do it. Please tell me it's not as sexual as the 7 of them make it out to be 😭 Not that i don't enjoy it because that is more hot than a sex scene in my opinion. But i can't imagine Daisy doing it😭😭😭

Let's say for the fun of it Hoseok gets together with Alice. He will want to scent her too. Will he stop scenting Y/N? Will she have to give him to Alice in documents and stuff?

Now relationship wise. Do you plan for them to have a poly relationship or more of a open relationship? Because I don't see any of the boys falling in love with each other but that might be just me.

And now a few random questions. How the fuck does JK get dressed with the antlers? How is Y/N so rich because i want to be rich too? How good is that hearing and smell of theirs because I'd be to anxious to have any bodily functions? (In moments like this it would be nice if girls actually pooped rainbows and farted roses ngl😭) Would it be alright after you finish this if i print it out and make it an actual book?

I think that's it right now... For sure i had more stuff to ask. I'll probably remember after i send this. I love this series a lot and idk if you are belive in shifting or not but I'll definitely try to shift to this world. You are amazing Dana and i can't wait to see what happens next ❤️

Oooh let me see if I can give you some answers (also, thank you for sending in your thoughts 🥺)

For the laws... In Trouvaille, adopted hybrids end up getting an ID card to indicate their adoption status, rather than a collar or a microchip. The only forms of legal "employment" is working with the National Parks, like Jimin, and being circus/zoo performers, like Seokjin. Everything else is a sort of under the table operation or even exploitation-- think Yoongi, his mother and he were favored by a nightclub owner and were permitted to live and work there prior to being adopted. Taehyung, on the other hand, was created and exploited at a logging plant for his labor. I haven't come up with any other laws within this universe, yet, but we'll see as time goes on if any more pop up 😉 As for the creation of exotic hybrids, in the past, they were seen as flashy companions to the rich. In the present, they're either adopted by elites who wish to hunt for sport, or because of their superior strength compared to, say, a rabbit hybrid, to be workhorses illegally. Third, for circuses/zoos, like Seokjin.

HA okay they were probably all mad confused when Y/N showed up to adopt them... I think distrustful would be a word that comes to mind for Jeongguk, Namjoon, and Taehyung. Seokjin was too weak to properly react, and grieving over the fact that he didn't know what happened to Hannah. Hoseok and Jimin were just relieved to get the fuck out of there LMAO... and Yoongi, we now know already knew Y/N, and was probably hoping she was just there for him. I'm CRYINGGGG you're so right about Jeongguk thinking something like that, like the world they live in, it would make sense for someone to adopt them all to abuse :(

Scenting: Definitely not an inherently sexual act like the boys made it with Y/N 💀 While most of them are oblivious to Y/N's deeper feelings towards them, they can most definitely smell her attraction to them, and I think that's what triggers them to become menaces... As for Daisy, I picture the way her scenting Ben/Roy as childish nips to the wrist, like a toddler biting her dads, essentially. 💜

Even if Hoseok was to become romantic with Alice, he wouldn't scent her. That act is reserved for adoptive guardians! I don't see Y/N ever giving him up, either, nor would Hoseok want to leave his home.

The relationship is like you said, kind of an open relationship sort of situation. It's sort of unconventional, but I think they'll end up making it work 🥺

fdjksafsd good question about Jeongguk and his shirts! He often wears button downs and concert tees with loose collars. I think after years of having those antlers of his, he's learned how to maneuver things like hoodies over them in a specific way. LMAO I know Y/N has that MONEY! I think her family is old money, her maternal grandfather started an unspecified company, and her dad was an innovator of hybrid cardiology surgery.... she was pretty much born into it 💀 Lucky girl!

Their sense of smell and hearing is excellent, but not God-tier! I think behind several closed doors and whatnot they wouldn't be able to hear someone blowing up the toilet, or smell it, even 😭💀

STOP that would be so adorable if you ended up printing Trouvaille out and making it into a book 🥺🥺 It's alright with me as long as I don't see it on Etsy bestie 😘 (also I'm blushing thank you sm I'm honored)

IIIII- me and my best friend talk about how we want to shift into Trouvaille, too. Let me know if you are ever able to do it successfully, bc I want in on that!

Sending you love and thank you for letting me hear your thoughts 💕💕

#trouvaille #asks #dana's thoughts

[hollyhomburg]

i forgot to tell you guys Two funny things that happened in the last week.

1. My bosses wife saw my yoongi background on my phone said "ooooh?" in the way women do you know. mind you in the nearly 2 years that i've been working for them i have never once mentioned my dating life. And i was like "oh thats just this rapper guy i was seeing last week." her, knowing i left work early two days in a row, "you're dating a rapper? good for you he's cute" "LOL I WISH IT'S NOT LIKE THAT"

2. on the second night of yoongi's UBS shows, i got Ice Cream and the ladies at the bar complimented my outfit, got another girl to come see my outfit, and then said "you really know how to dress" and when i tell you i was SO BLUSHY because they where SO PRETTY i was stuttering too hard to order and i had to calm down for a moment before i gave them a legible order and then she was like "of course you'd order rainbow sprinkles" LIKE MAM????? IS MY QUEER PANIC THAT OBVIOUS???

[jjungkookislife]

b, I love when you do drabble night 💖

member: namjoon / phrase: "Make me shut up then."

ah, jess 💖thank you! i always get so nervous posting drabble night announcements for some reason

Shut Up Then

namjoon x f. reader

warnings: argument between roommates

Namjoon had been on your last nerve. You're pretty sure the vein on your forehead was throbbing as you opened the fridge and reached for the carton of juice, only to raise it and realize it was empty.

"Namjoon!" you shout, irritated. Not only had he moved everything in the cutlery drawer, but he'd shrunk your favorite sweater and spilled his Big Red on your white tee just moments before. It wasn't all sunshine and rainbows having your best friend as your roommate.

"What did I do now?" Namjoon huffs as he leans against the counter, his fingers moving quickly on his phone.

"You finished the juice, Joon!" you shake the empty container in his face and he rolls his eyes.

"I'll grab some tomorrow," he promises as he looks back down at his phone screen. "Is that all?"

You're not sure why that sets you off, but it does and you scream. Namjoon blinks, tilting his head to the side in confusion. Had he really upset you that much? He promised he'd buy the juice tomorrow. He had been busy texting and bribing Yoongi to knit you a new sweater exactly like the one he had ruined. Yoongi had gifted it to you last Christmas and he felt awful he hadn't noticed it had gone in the dryer with his things.

When you don't stop screaming, he sighs and drops his head in his hands. "Can you shut up?"

"Excuse me!" you growl, going around the counter to stand in front of him. You ignore the way your heart flutters when your gaze meets his. His jaw is taut and his arms strain in the sleeves of his white shirt, his sweatpants nearly distract you but you're mad, you will not falter.

"I said, shut up," Namjoon sighs, carding a hand through his hair.

"Kim Namjoon! Did you just tell me to shut up?" you're flabbergasted and maybe a little turned on. Huh? That's a new development.

"Yes, and you know what you're not doing? Shutting up," Namjoon smirks just to add salt to the wound.

"Make me shut up then!" you stomp your foot, your finger poking his chest. You nearly whimper at how strong it feels under your fingertip. You think back to this morning when he'd sleepily walked into the kitchen without a shirt on, rubbing his eyes as he grabbed his Big Red. Honestly, if you hadn't been drooling over his muscular back, he wouldn't have bumped into you and spilled his drink.

Fuck, maybe you had let your anger get the best of you. Namjoon wasn't a horrible roommate. Not at all, he often did things for you without being asked. He was really good at providing what you needed before even realizing you needed it. He was neat, usually quiet, and he never brought anyone over to hook up. You'd heard nightmares from Jimin's roommate and the last thing you wanted was to walk in on him with someone.

The thoughts sours your mouth. Okay, maybe other than the increasing rent prices in your city and your stellar friendship, you had asked Joon to move in because maybe, perhaps, you had a little HUGE crush on him. Yoongi often teased you for it but it was obvious to him and the rest of your friends that the two of you were head over heels for each other. They noticed the way the two often exchanged looks, giggled at inside jokes that nobody else understood, and left lingering touches when you thought nobody was looking.

It wasn't unusual for them to see the two of you sneak off on a night out, creating your own memories separate from the group. Laughter and secret smiles exchanged until the two of you ended up glued to the other, hands laced and smiles sleepy.

Namjoon hesitates for a moment, his eyes trying to read yours, your hand now flat on his chest. Your eyes move to his lips, your tongue slowly running over your bottom lip. That's all it takes for him to gently cradle your face in his hands, his eyes locked on yours, giving you a chance to back out. You don't. Instead, you close the distance between you, pressing your lips to his.

He's the first to moan, his hands moving to grip your hair, deepening the kiss. You moan soon after, gently nipping his bottom lip as your hands grip his t-shirt.

Normally, you'd bite the head off anyone who tried to shut you up by kissing you, but with Namjoon, fuck, you can't even think. You want him so bad, and when he moans your name, you're nearly sent over the edge.

"Joon," you whimper against his lips, your fingers tugging on his hair. He growls, cursing as he pulls back to gather himself. The sparkle in his eyes is almost too intense for you. It only takes a moment for the two of you to kiss again. Namjoon's hands grip your hips, walking you backward until you're pressed to the wall.

When you break apart again, this time to catch a much needed breath, Namjoon's fingers are gently caressing your cheek.

"Well, that certainly shut me up," you grin. Namjoon chuckles, kissing you one more time.

#jjungkookislife drabble game #namjoon drabble

[blvejeanbaby]

Sticky Tattoos | JJK

Pairing: Jungkook x afab!reader Summary: JK is a horny menace and reader is no better Word count: 6k Warnings: alcohol use + drinking games, swearing, mentions of mental health, implied cheating, suggestive

"Should I talk to him tonight?" You applied another coat of pink lipgloss, even though the light shade was barely visible. You thought it fit your outfit; a completely baby pink outfit as the theme of tonight was rainbow. Each of your girl friends had picked a different colour, while the boys were supposed to show up in black and white. It started out as a joke - the girls not showing up in the black and white theme. You had considered telling the boys to just show up in whatever, but with black and white the theme was truly limited, and as time grew, you couldn't help but imagine how Jungkook would look. And you hated yourself for suddenly only thinking of him.

You had known Jungkook for years now, as you ran in the same circles and shared a friend group. Somewhere along the line you started developing feelings for him, which you pushed away around the time you graduated high school and started attending different universities. Now, it had been about a year since you had seen him and about half a year since your talking stage came to an end. Without even so much as a date to make up for the months you spent wasting time on him. Although you didn't exactly regard it as time wasted... Not when he was going to be here tonight and, finally, you could talk to him.

"About... you two?" Your best friend, Bitna, looked at you with a thoughtful expression on her face. "I don't think you should. It's been months at this point. And if he really is dating that girl..."

You pursed your lips at the mention of her. She was a recent development. In fact, you hadn't even known of the girl's existence until a week ago, when Jungkook suddenly shared an Instagram story with her. You had, of course, looked her up afterward and determined her name to be Somin. She had a private account so you couldn't see more than her profile picture - a photo of what had to be Somin herself, with strawberry red hair, posing with a peace sign, her face concealed behind a mask. "We'll find out tonight, I guess," you said. If Jungkook and Somin really were dating... You could kiss your chances goodbye. Your heart felt crushed at the prospect.

"Y/N, Bitna, are you two helping with the decorations or not?" Your third friend, Hyewon, whose house tonight's party was at, was looking at the two of you with an exasperated expression on her face. Only 15 minutes until her birthday party would officially begin and there were no decorations up yet. You had spent all of your time getting ready and absolutely none getting the house ready.

"Of course." You jumped up, happy to be freed of the conversation about Jungkook and Somin for a moment. As Hyewon got ready, putting the finishing touches to her makeup, you and Bitna struggled with the lines of colourful birthday flags and the two balloons - a 2 and a 4 - indicating Hyewon's age. The final step was to set the table for beerpong and the smaller table, by the couch, with snacks. By the time you all were ready, the first guests started arriving, precisely on time.

Not everyone was on time, of course. Namjoon was, since he always miscalculated cycling times and ended up being five to ten minutes early for every single meet-up. Olivia was, because she lived in the same apartment complex as Hyewon and had promised to be there as soon as she had got ready after work. After that, the stream of people died down until Hoseok and Jin showed up together at 10:15 PM. Then, Hoyeon and Nani entered at 10:45. At 10:50, Sara, Yoongi and Jimin arrived, followed by Taehyung at 11:00. All of the boys looked betrayed at finding none of the girls wearing black and white, but instead wearing full colour.

You were, meanwhile, getting more and more nervous by the minute. The joke with the outfits barely mattered anymore. Instead, you watched the time tick by on the screen of your phone, anxiously waiting for the moment Jungkook would arrive. He was rarely ever late, but today he had boxing practice that ran until 9:30, so it was unsurprising that he hadn't shown up yet. But then, finally, the doorbell rang. Hyewon, excited that the last person had finally arrived, jumped up and ran to the door to answer. Her front door was shielded from the living room by her long hallway, so you couldn't see who was there. But you heard every agonizingly slow step Hyewon and Jungkook took as they crossed the hallway and -

The air was knocked out of you. Jungkook had never looked more beautiful than he did that day. He wore a simple black T-shirt and jeans, but the short sleeves perfectly exposed his skin, a little tanned from the change of the seasons, covered by tattoos both coloured and black and white. His hair was messy from the summer wind outside. God, how you wished that he wasn't actually dating Somin.

"Y/N, your turn!" Olivia had moved a phone across the table. Shaken up, you focused your attention back on the game. You were playing Boomit, a party game where you had to pass the phone to the person at the table who was the most likely to do or be a certain thing. The phone would tick like a time bomb and explode at a random moment, making you drink a few sips from your drink or have to complete a challenge.

You quickly read the text on the screen out loud: "Most likely to fall in love with someone in this room." Your heart thumped louder. The universe was playing games with you, you were sure of it. "Bitna." You shoved the phone across the table at Bitna, who coloured beet red at being handed the phone like that. Her crush on Yoongi would certainly not be exposed just by this, unless she messed up now. It was just a silly game.

Luckily, Bitna quickly read the next question out loud, leaving no one enough time to ponder over the question and your answer. "Most likely to get drunk and pee on themselves." This time, the phone was passed to Sara, who turned red as she tried to explain how it wasn't true.

You looked up again, eyes scanning over the rest of the room. Taehyung and Hoyeon had taken station on the couch, where they were drinking red wine and catching up. Yoongi was scanning through Hyewon's record collection, where she had left him before answering the door for Jungkook. Where did he go?

Your eyes finally found him standing in the kitchen, where Hyewon was pouring him a drink. He stood casually leaned against the fridge, his eyes scanning the room as well. You couldn't prevent what happened next. Your eyes met. Jungkook smiled. You forced a smile back and focused your attention back on Boomit. The phone was passed to Hoseok for being the most likely to brush their teeth with someone else's toothbrush and - he had to complete a challenge as the bomb exploded.

While the others were coming up with a challenge for Hoseok, your attention reverted back to the kitchen. Jungkook was still standing there, smirk evident on his face as he spoke to Hyewon, head bobbing to the music playing in the background. Finally, Hoseok was dared to show the players his most recent message - one to Jin to let him know he was outside his apartment. It was not the exciting text everyone had been craving for, but Hoseok had completed the challenge and so the game continued.

You played until the round was over, but didn't join for a second, excusing yourself to get a new drink instead. Hyewon had re-joined Yoongi at her record player and Jungkook had taken up a space by Taehyung and Hoyeon on the couch. You walked into the kitchen, where the temperature was significantly lower than in the room. You pressed your warm hands against your cheeks. Get it together, Y/N! You have no confirmation on whether Jungkook and Somin are actually dating or not and this is still Hyewon's birthday. You're supposed to be having fun and not to be thinking about how good Jungkook would look naked.

You said all of that to yourself before you poured yourself a mixed alcoholic drink and went back into Hyewon's livingroom. The clock was creeping closer and closer to midnight. Hyewon was about to turn 24...

Instead of seating yourself at the table to continue playing Boomit, you joined Taehyung, Hoyeon and Jungkook on the couch. "...was so sweet. So now I'm thinking of getting it altered a bit. Here." She pulled up her shirt to rest just underneath her boobs, so she could show off her rib tattoo to the boys. It was a dragon, its tail meandering, its wings folded up against its body.

"Wow," Taehyung said, nodding appreciatively as he stared at Hoyeon's tattoo. "I don't think I could ever get a tattoo." He tore his eyes away from the delicate skin and started playing with the rim of his wine glass.

"Because of the pain?" you asked.

Taehyung shrugged. "That. And it's so permanent."

"I'm mostly scared of the pain," you said, thinking of your endless Pinterest board that included all of the tattoo designs you had thought of immortalizing on your body. It was so tempting to book an appointment and get something tattooed, but the thought of the pain always held you back.

"It depends on the placement," Jungkook said. "Some places don't hurt at all." He pointed at the eye on his arm. "This one didn't hurt at all. But the ones here..." He twisted his arm around to show his finger tattoos. "They hurt like a motherfucker."

"Mine hurt too," Hoyeon offered, ripping your eyes away from Jungkook's tattoo. You had allowed your eyes to wander over the designs a lot already. You were sure that, if you were to have more time, there would always be a new detail to admire. "But it's definitely the placement. And you want a tiny tattoo, right?"

You nodded. Having already shared your ideas with her, since she was the only one out of your friend group besides Jungkook who had tattoos, Hoyeon knew exactly the type of designs you were interested in.

"What kind?" Jungkook asked.

"I'll show you!" Excitedly, you grabbed your phone from your pocket and pulled up your Pinterest board, creatively named 'tattoos'. You scrolled through it, showing him all the drawings of flowers, stars and constellations that you had thought of tattooing on your skin. Until, at the very bottom, there was another one... It was a combination of everything you liked, a depiction of a woman with horns holding a sword, resembling the ox and the taurus - your zodiac signs - and what you imagined was your fighter spirit.

"Where would you place that?" Jungkook asked, pointing at the bottom addition to your Pinterest board.

"I-I don't think I want that on my body." You locked your screen. Taehyung and Hoyeon had already checked out of the conversation, had moved onto something a bit more philosophical. Something about the immortality of art when put out into the universe, unless it came down to tattoos, that weren't so permanent as one might think.

"You don't?" Jungkook raised an eyebrow, his pierced one. God, he looked better than ever.

You shook your head. "Like I said, the pain... And I don't know what a good placement would be. Not on my arm, ilke the examples..."

"How about here?" You jumped as his fingertips suddenly touched the naked skin of your thigh. You felt goosebumps rise up on the skin of your arms. You quickly rubbed them, hoping to be inconspicuous with it, but probably failing.

"I don't know about that," you said, hoping your voice didn't sound too shaky. What suddenly possessed this man? You were sure he couldn't be dating Somin. Why would he touch you like that if he were? He had never touched you like that... Even during your talking stage, he hadn't implied that he had wanted to do anything to you, anything sexually that is. Not that this touch was sexual... Geez, you needed to touch some grass.

"It would look really good on you," he said. Did you imagine Jungkook licking his lips?

You sat up a little straighter. "Oh, would you look at the time!" you said. "Hoyeon, come on. We need to prepare Hyewon's surprise." You jumped up, pulling Hoyeon away from her philosophical conversation with Taehyung and into the kitchen. She eyed you strangely, but you didn't allow her time to ask anything. Instead, you took Hyewon's cake out of the fridge and started putting the candles on them. Not 24 small candles, but two digits for her to blow out.

As you were busy with the preparations, Jin entered the kitchen for a new beer. Hoyeon immediately pounced on him: "Can you tell Bitna to gather everyone at the big table? Including Hyewon."

"Sure." Jin nodded and, with a new bottle of beer in his hands, disappeared back into the living room. Suddenly, the Drake song on the speakers was changed into a rendition of Happy Birthday.

This was your cue. Hoyeon lit the candles on the cake and you had the honours of carrying it into the livingroom and placing it on the table in front of Hyewon. You all sang Happy Birthday to her and she blew out the candles, accompanied with loud cheers and whoops.

"What did you wish for?" Jimin, seated to her left, asked.

"If I say it out loud, it won't come true!" Hyewon's eyes shone, the little lights of fun. Your smile widened, temporarily forgetting Jungkook and his possible girlfriend, as well as his move with touching your leg the way he had. Instead, your full attention was on Hyewon and making sure she was having the best birthday of her life up until now. You'd definitely try to make next year's even better, but for now... This had to be her night.

"Time for presents!" Bitna clapped her hands excitedly. Everyone started pulling out gifts left and right.

It took about twenty minutes for Hyewon to unwrap every single present and thank the person they were from. There were cards for her to read and a cake for Bitna to slice. Everyone had a perfectly cut slice, after which the birthday playlist was switched back to the general party playlist. A new Doja Cat song started playing and everyone was, again, split up into their own groups.

You were with Olivia and Bitna in the kitchen, giggling and mixing cocktails, when suddenly Hyewon and Jungkook entered the kitchen, Jimin following close behind. "Can I pick first?" The latter asked, hurrying to keep up with them.

"Sure." Hyewon presented something to him, something that looked like a sheet of paper.

You made room for them at the kitchen sink as you poured the last of the cocktail into Bitna's glass. "There you go." You handed the girl the cocktail and clanked glasses with her and Olivia. After congratulating each other on a delicious cocktail, you turned back to Hyewon and the boys at the sink. Hyewon was now sticking the paper onto the skin of Jimin's wrist and she looked more like an elementary school teacher than you had ever seen her look at her actual teaching job. The way she gently held his wrist and pressed the wet rag onto the paper on Jimin's wrist...

That's when you realised Jungkook was still in the room. He stood just behind Hyewon, eyes trained on you instead of on Hyewon and Jimin. You gulped, hiding behind your cocktail. What was he thinking of, looking at you like that? His eyes were unreadable.

"Your turn!" Hyewon spun, the full sheet of paper in her hands again, toward Jungkook. "Which one do you want?"

He turned his gaze away from you to look at the sheet. Only then did you notice what it was they were doing. They were applying stick-on tattoos.

Jimin peeled the wet rag away from his skin to reveal the perfect imprint of a rose on his skin. "Wow, it turned out so pretty, Hyewon!" He excitedly showed his wrist to you. "Didn't it, Y/N?"

"Hm-hm!" You nodded, moving a little bit closer. "Do you have others, Hyewon?"

"Of course." She pulled up a second sheet of paper, one that didn't have flowers on it, but something closer to Hoyeon's dragon tattoo. And then Hyewon held out a third sheet of paper and you gasped. It wasn't exactly the tattoo you had shown Jungkook, but it came close... "Do you want one?" Your eyes flicked to Jungkook. Was this his idea?

"I don't know yet," you said, grabbing all three sheets from Hyewon. Jungkook had chosen his and was now wetting the discarded rag again to undergo his own sticky tattoo. He wanted his on the bare skin of his neck, only just obscured by a few strands of hair. Hyewon was really gentle with him, too, moving his hair up, away from the rag, so that it wouldn't get wet.

This was too random a thing for Hyewon to pull out, especially when only an hour ago you had been chatting to Jungkook about the kind of tattoo you were thinking of getting. This was no accident, you thought, as you started carefully cutting out the tattoo you wanted. Not the one of the lady, but a smaller one, of a rose.

You were fully expecting Hyewon to be the one to put the tattoo on you, but as soon as she had completed Jungkook's, she was called away by Namjoon, Nani and Hoseok to play beerpong, leaving you with Jimin and Jungkook. The first, however, was too busy playing around on his phone to notice you were ready to get tattooed now, leaving you with Jungkook. You gritted your teeth. This wasn't really happening right now.

"Where do you want it?" Jungkook asked, a smirk on his face. Of course there was.

"Behind my ear." You indicated the spot behind your left ear with shaking fingers.

"Move your hair for me, okay?"

You nodded, doing as he said. With your back turned to him, it was difficult to predict his actions. You heard the water of the faucet run, indicating he was wetting the rag... And then there was nothing, until you felt wet fingers move your hair to the side, apply the piece of paper and then... There was wetness from the rag seeping down your neck, cold droplets that made you shiver. No, it wasn't Jungkook's touch that made you feel like that.

You were both suspiciously quiet as he pressed the rag against the soft spot behind your ear. You had seen celebrities get tattoos there - Rihanna, Ariana Grande... If only getting actual needle tattoos was as painless as this...

"Any others you want?" Jungkook asked as he slowly moved the rag away from your skin.

"Uh..." Did you want the other one too? Did you want him that close to you? That wasn't such a hard question to answer, actually. You wanted him so much closer. And this was... not dangerous, was it?

"Think about it. I want another." He put the rag on the counter top and selected another tattoo.

It was your turn to touch him now. Gosh, you felt like a school girl. You turned to the faucet to wet the rag again, while Jungkook cut out the tattoo he wanted. When you stood in front of him, ready to tattoo him up, he pulled up his shirt to reveal his perfectly toned stomach. "I want it here." He pointed at the skin stretching over his hip bone. Fuck. Act normal.

"Okay." You nodded, grabbed the paper and the rag and pressed both against the spot he had indicated. You felt your heart flutter, but pushed the feeling down. You still didn't know if he and Somin were dating... You were determined to find out tonight. You needed to know... This was dangerous.

"You know," Jungkook said, his stomach moving as he spoke. It made your hands slip on his skin. "I'm thinking of getting a tattoo there."

"Oh yeah? What design?" You hoped your voice didn't sound as though you were struggling for your life. You hoped you sounded casual, normal.

Jungkook shrugged, and again, your hands slipped because of the movement of his body. Unconsciously, you stuck out your free hand to grip his side, keeping him in place. Jimin, still in the kitchen with you, still on his phone, was completely forgotten. "Maybe swallows. Or bay leaves. On both sides."

Okay and now what were you supposed to answer? Your mental picture of what it could look like was breathtaking. You didn't think you would survive seeing the real thing. "Nice," you said. "Any meaning behind it?"

"Not all tattoos have to have meaning."

"I suppose not." Was this fucking tattoo done now? You pulled the hand around his waist away and lifted both the rag and the paper. The print of the tattoo was near perfect.

"Have you decided?" Jungkook asked.

"On what?"

"If you want another."

Another one of the sticky tattoos. You decided that there was nothing wrong with applying another. He wouldn't be doing all of this, teasing you, if he was dating Somin, would he? If he didn't like you...? And so you nodded. "I want this one." You pointed at the lady with the sword.

"Where?" Jungkook hid his smirk by turning his face from you, wetting the rag over the sink. But you watched his features change and knew what he was hoping you would say.

"My thigh."

Jungkook's smirk stayed hidden, but he turned around and kneeled down in front of you. The sight alone was enough to make your heart beat faster and a certain spark to shoot to your core. You watched, bottom lip in between your teeth, as he applied the sticky tattoo to your outer thigh, pressing the wet rag against the paper. And then - you audibly gasped - he put his other hand against your inner thigh. His gaze stayed fixed on his hands for a moment, until it traveled up and up...

When your eyes met, you felt your heart increase speed. Everything about the look on his face was demonic.

He knew what he was doing.

It took forever. That one look lasted an eternity. "I think it's done," you said, giving yourself a pat on the back for not sounding nervous or... horny.

"Hm." Jungkook pretended to peek below the rag. You knew he was pretending, because he barely lifted it away from your skin enough to see the paper below. "It needs another minute." His finger tips tickled your inner thigh. It felt... delicious.

Your hand grasped his shoulder, willing him with that touch to stop, take the rag away and pretend it didn't happen. But there was no pretending. And you didn't say anything, didn't object, didn't protest. Because you really didn't want to.

"Woah!" There was only one person who sounded like that. You painfully tore your eyes away from Jungkook to look at Bitna, who had just entered the kitchen with Nani and Yoongi following close behind. "Jimin, what's going on here?"

Jimin looked up from his phone, the troubled expression on his face disappearing immediately. As he joked with Bitna about you and Jungkook's position, you glanced down at Jungkook again. The hand on your inner thigh had slipped away. He lifted the rag and peeled off the tattoo paper, revealing the lady with the sword to the world. "There you go," he said, getting up. "What do you think?"

You stared at the tattoo thoughtlessly. It could have looked horrible, but all you said was: "Nice."

Jungkook smiled at you before so casually walking away that you had to grip the edge of the sink not to fall over from the whiplash. He was off, with his dangerous smirk and a beer, to act as though nothing had just happened. He pushed past Yoongi, who was blocking the doorway to the living room. Yoongi gave him a pat on the shoulder, as if to congratulate him. You acted as though you didn't see it.

Bitna and Nani immediately rushed over, both girls wanting to know everything. With heated cheeks you tried to explain it was just Hyewon's sticky tattoos. But Bitna knew better and Nani, from the looks of it, did too. "Well," Bitna eventually said, "keep in mind what we talked about earlier tonight."

Somin. You remembered. How could you forget?

"I know," you said, grabbing your drink and entering the living room. You didn't allow yourself to look at Jungkook, who had joined Namjoon, Hyewon and Hoseok at the beerpong table. Instead, you went over to sit with Sara, Olivia and Jin, who were talking about nothing. It felt good to join in on a conversation you didn't have to use all of your brain power for to understand. You glanced over at Hoyeon and Taehyung, still at their spots on the couch. Would they hook up tonight? Or were they just the best of friends, lost in their own world?

You sipped your drink, allowing yourself to glance over at Jungkook. He was celebrating a win with Hoseok. How could he be so casual about all of this? Especially if he was dating Somin... Ugh, you could still feel the tingling sensation of his finger tips on the places where he touched you, the weight of his hands on your body.

You gulped down your drink. Tonight was about having fun and about Hyewon having the best birthday ever. You knew that you shouldn't let it be ruined by Jungkook, however much you liked him. However much you craved to have successfully made it through the talking stage with him. To be the girl he was soft launching on Instagram stories...

"I'm going to get another one," you said, waving your cup through the air as an excuse to leave the conversation with Sara, Olivia and Jin. The others were still in the kitchen. You wanted to grab Bitna and have her calm you down, have her make it possible for you to go back inside and pretend like whatever Jungkook's plans were, were not having an effect on you at all. But Yoongi and Nani and Jimin would think there was more to it and you didn't want to give any of his closer friends the satisfaction of blabbing something like this to Jungkook. And so you allowed Yoongi to mix a drink for you and joined in on their conversation about crypto. Typical.

The longer you were separated from Jungkook - not just in terms of conversational partners, but also not being able to see him - the more relaxed you felt and the more fun you were having. In an attempt of Nani's to get you back into the spirits, you had taken two shots with her. Yoongi's drink mixing was ridiculous, leaving you with a cup filled 3/4 with alcohol and 1/4 with soda instead of the other way around and slowly but surely you were feeling like you were floating. You liked this state of mind, where both Jungkook and Somin were not on your mind and you could truly let go.

That is, until you went inside of the livingroom to sit down and rest your feet for a second and you noticed that Hoyeon and Taehyung had vacated it and, instead, Jungkook was sitting there with Hyewon. You joined them, already hating your choice to sit.

"...do you speak English with her?" you overheard Hyewon asking.

Jungkook shrugged. "Her Korean isn't that good after so many years abroad, so..."

Hyewon nodded, playing with her hair as she thought of another question to ask. "She lived in America, right?"

"California," he said. His eyes flicked over to you for a second, before falling back on Hyewon's face. "She's here to care for a grandma or something."

"So, Somin will be going back?"

Jungkook nodded. "As soon as her grandmother's better."

"And you're getting serious?" Hyewon was asking all of the questions that had been haunting your mind ever since the first Instagram stories started popping up. You gnawed at your lip, watching Jungkook's face as he spoke.

He shrugged. A non-committal answer.

"Did you know this?" This question was not directed at Jungkook, but at you.

Your eyes widened in surprise about being addressed. "About Somin? No." You didn't look at Hyewon as you spoke, but at Jungkook instead. He had never had any obligation to tell you about Somin before, but he also had no right to touch you the way he had, twice now, if he was getting serious with someone else. You bowed closer to Jungkook, shutting Hyewon out, and added: "I hope you're happy with her." You didn't say it viciously, hadn't mean it that way either.

Jungkook looked more than taken aback. He also didn't seem to know what to say. Good.

You stood up, even though your feet were still hurting, and left the livingroom. You didn't leave for the kitchen, no, you left for the hallway. Halfway through putting on your shoes, you gulped down the remainder of your drink. God, it was strong. Where did Yoongi learn how to make such bad mixed drinks? Definitely not from the times he was still a bartender. He would get fired on the spot if he was a bartender at your bar.

You pushed open the front door and was already out into the apartment complex' corridor when you were stopped. "You're not going out there alone."

Jungkook. It wasn't just his voice that you recognized, but also the strong grip around your wrist.

"Why not?" You turned around, pulling your wrist out of his hand in the process.

"Because you're drunk. You can barely stand up straight."

You put your hands on your waist. You felt 7 years old. "I can do whatever I want, Jungkook. Lord knows you have done the same."

"What's that supposed to mean?" he nearly growled. The fun, electrically charged atmosphere that had existed between you two while putting on the tattoos, had completely dissipated. He was angry. Why would he be angry with you? You were the one that should be angry at him for moving on!

"You know what it means." You took a step backwards, pulling away further from his reach and further into the corridor. "I'm going for some air. Alone." You turned around and stomped away in the direction of the small outside balcony on the side of the building. It was meant for smokers and was decorated with plants and picknick benches. You passed all of them until you were at the very edge of the building, where a tall barrier separated you from certain death. If you were to fall down from this height... But even you in your drunken state wouldn't be able to get over that barrier without significant effort.

You heard the door of the balcony slam shut behind you. You didn't need to turn to know who had put on their shoes and followed you out. Even if you had hoped for a kinder soul, like Bitna. But instead a male presence joined you at the barrier. "You don't have the right to be angry with me about her," Jungkook said, not wasting any time in getting to the point.

"I have every right," you said.

"No, you don't. You were the one that basically ghosted me, might I remind you?"

"A lot happened," you growled. You didn't want to think of your declined mental state, not right now. You had been in a happy, giddy mood, until Hyewon fired all of those questions at Jungkook and you overheard all of his answers. "And you never reached out to me, either. Love and communication comes from both ways."

"Love?" You could almost hear in his voice how Jungkook raised his eyebrow. The pierced one, probably.

You scoffed. There was no part of you that would admit that you had used that word to describe what there was between the two of you. Of course there was love, the type the ancient Greek would probably call philia, friend love. But was there eros? "I didn't mean it like that."

"I think you did," Jungkook said. His stubborn attitude was annoying you.

"Why did you do that?" you asked.

"Do what?"

"Touch me like that. Inside?" You gulped. You hadn't really meant to ask it, but you had to know. "If you have... her... what do you want with me?" You couldn't say her name, even now. It seemed Jungkook couldn't either.

"I don't have her," he said, his tongue playing with his lip ring.

"That's not an answer." But he didn't offer anything else. You sighed and turned around. You wanted to walk away, but you knew that you had to stick this one out. And there was still this something stirring in your chest, a small part of you that would ignite the fire of hope within your heart, the second you suspected that, perhaps... there could be more. "You know, I think of you all the time. And when that happens, I hope you think of me."

Jungkook groaned. "Y/N... you're so unfair."

"I'm just saying what I'm thinking," you said.

He turned around as well. "Y/N, look at me." You didn't respond at first, not wanting to give in, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of being able to look at your eyes and see your soul. But he grabbed your chin in between his thumb and pointer finger and turned your face toward his. "I wish it was you."

You wished that you knew what to say to that. "W-what?"

"Every time I'm with her, I wish it's you. That you're smiling at me from the passenger seat of my car, that you're walking Bam with me." Bam, his dog, that you fell in love with the second you saw him. His car, with its fine leather seats that smelled like Jungkook's own perfume. You'd been inside that car a few times before. "I have always wished for you." His fingers slid from your chin to your cheek, his palm coming to rest against it. Your face was slightly tilted upward, granting him access to your lips, if he wanted to capture them. He only had to reach out... But there was so much left to say before he could, before you could...

"So why didn't you reach out?" you asked. The wind made you shiver in your light clothes. Jungkook's other hand, the one that he had held against your neck earlier that night, pulled you into his body to shield you from the cold.

"I didn't know if I could," he said. "I thought you didn't want me anymore. Didn't want to talk to me."

He was so, so far from the truth, but you understood what kind of signals you must have given off in the time your mental health was at its lowest. "I wanted to. Really badly. But I couldn't." Your hand found its elbow, resting halfway between your bodies. "I'm so sorry. For making you feel that way."

Jungkook nodded, accepting your apology. "I'm sorry, too. For misunderstanding. For moving on without communicating with you properly." A small smile appeared on his face. "For torturing you in that kitchen."

You chuckled. "I can think of worse torture."

"So... Am I forgiven?"

"You were never not forgiven," you said. And you meant it, you really did. However angry you had been at him, you had forgiven him for what happened with the talking stage months ago. That's why talking stages never develop into anything more.

"Good." Jungkook's smile widened and he inched ever closer. "Does that mean you'll let me kiss you?"

There was still Somin to think about... But you were done thinking.

You nodded. And even though, it was not your birthday that day, your wish got granted regardless.

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ELIGERE ME [I]

Summary: The war had ended, but no one was expecting what just happened. Voldemort won. It was the beginning of hell for those who stood against him. You preferred to have died than to suffer as much as you were at the moment; yet the only one with the power to give you a little bit of peace in this Hell was him, former Death Eater, Min Yoongi, who had tried to kill you on more than one occasion. Could you trust him? Was he really who he showed to be?

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader (Fem); Jung Hoseok x Reader.

Genre: DARK FIC; Harry Potter AU; Death Eater x Muggleborn; Stockholm Syndrome AU; Yandere-ish AU; Angst.

WARNINGS: DARK THEMES, adult content, swearing, explicit situations, smut (in future chapters), descriptions of blood, tortures and traumatic situations.

A/N: Well, hello there again. The annoying bitch, a.k.a. ME, who can't stay away from fanfiction came back.🙃 First of, let me scream how much I love my baby @sincerelylexx for the amazing banner she made for this fic and for always reading and encouraging me to keep doing this🥺🤍 I love you forever!💕

Alright, now let's be real and clear here, friends. This is a dark story, there won't be fluff, well maybe sometimes and thru the end, but still... Let's position ourselves in the time my story is gonna refer to. It's the second wizarding war, Harry Potter against Lord Voldemort. And for this story, Harry loses, which means Voldemort wins, which also means nothing nice can come from that. Reader fought for the Light, while Min Yoongi fought for Voldemort's side. No, I won't say more about that (😉). BUT, what I want y'all to realize is that IS A WAR. Nothing pretty nor good comes from them. So, I'm sorry, don't expect flowers, unicorns and rainbows, THIS SHIT'S GONNA BE DARK.

Also, yes. I have joined the redeemed Death Eater x saving the Muggleborn witch in HP fanfics. But here, I'm combining two of my most favourite things in the whole wide world, Harry Potter fandom and BTS.😍💖

Having said that, those who still want to stay and read, enjoy💖

CHAPTER ONE: "Hell on Earth".

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"Crucio!"

The pain was excruciating. It was pain like no other; your whole body shook and trembled on the dirty floor and all you could think, feel or want was to be dead.

You really wished you were, that way you wouldn't be suffering this way. That way you would be free.

It all had happened too fast for everyone's exhausted bodies and minds to realize it during the battle; so when they turned around and saw Harry's dead body limp, moveless, lifeless on the floor, a whole silence reigned around.

Nobody moved nor dared to make a sound for minutes.

Minutes in which your mind was processing what just happened, what it meant.

Harry Potter was dead.

Harry Potter lost.

Lord Voldemort won.

Laughs, screams and cries were heard all around the castle, or what was left of it. Chaos began again; some people regained their duels, others started to run away while battle broke loose again.

You still couldn't believe it. No. This couldn't happen. This couldn't end this way; it wasn't supposed to end like this, damn it!

Had everything you did, everything the Golden Trio did, been completely in vain? Was history really written like this, with this end? What happened with all those stories in which the Light, the good, the superheroes won? Were all just that, mere stories? Were all a lie?

Yes. A big fucking lie… 

Hope did not exist.

"Y/N, RUN!" Someone yelled at you, but it was heard in the distance.

You were really tired… Your whole body ached in a way that was indescriptible. What was the point? Why keep running? They won. What else could you or anyone else do? Harry was the chosen one, not Hermione, not Ron, and definitely not you. Why keep fighting?

But for some reason, your body did not realize you had already given up and your legs were running towards the big doors of the castle. Then, you remembered why it was worth it to keep fighting; you remembered him. You dodged down at every curse that got in your way and sent back curses to every Death Eater you could catch.

You could see the morning sunlight brightening the outside, the sun waking up the earth for a new day right through the horizon. As you got closer to the entrance, you felt the light breeze of freedom.

Freedom. That sounded fantastic. It sounded like the best thing that could happen after all this hell.

Yet, in your running, you never saw that big, wall-like Death Eater following your track from the side like a hawk getting closer and closer to attack. Your mind was so focused and thriving for that freedom that you never expected him to win in speed and stand in front of you right at the doors of Hogwarts castle.

You groaned gasping for air, eyes opening wide as your body collided with his. He had caught you. You had been so close...

"Got ya', mudblood," he laughed, picking you up on his shoulder as if you weighed nothing.

You fought; arms and legs jerking and kicking as hard as you could against him. You were not going down without a fight.

This was not supposed to end like this…

In your fight, you looked one last time at the horizon getting far away from your reach as the Death Eater walked deeper inside the castle again. 

Then, everything went black.

Little did you know, that was going to be the last time you ever saw the outside, the beautiful sun in daylights, for a long time.

.

How many days had passed since that tragic day? Had it been days, weeks, months? Maybe years? You really didn't know; you lost count after the second session of rounds filled by the Cruciatus Curse that kept going for endless hours until you finally passed out again. 

After each session, when you woke up, your body spamming uncontrollably on the dirty ground of that cell that became your new "home", you were back in the darkness of the dungeons on the farthest and deepest floor down the castle. Sometimes, you could see through a little window the silhouette of the giant squid swimming in the lake. You named it Willy, though you didn't really know if it was male or female.

Nothing had really changed for the beast; it just kept swimming in its environment like nothing had happened, as if everything was as normal as it had always been. 

However, it couldn't be said the same for you. Everything has changed for you.

You remembered feeling a small spang of jealousy for the animal. You wished you could be as free as Willy was.

But now, you were a prisoner, a toy Death Eaters liked to play with. You were scum to them; a mudblood, which meant, nothing. You were simply nothing.

One last painful cry was torn from your raspy throat before the curse was lifted. Your body kept jerking in pain, every limp in your body trembled. Pain was everything your mind could focus on; but somehow, when you opened your eyes for a millisecond, you noticed you were in the Great Hall at Hogwarts. Of course you were still at Hogwarts; you never left this place since war started.

Pain clouded your mind again, remembering how much all of this felt like hell in those mere seconds you could breathe.

However, mercy wasn't something Death Eaters were known for, so it didn't take them long before another round of torturing began.

A shrieking, full of evilness and madness laughter that belonged to a woman sounded above all the other laughs, even above your own screams of pain.

You were at the point in which you were now comparing pains, trying to decipher who each pain was related to, under whose wand.

The Crucio under Bellatrix's wand hurt. Like thousand needles constantly pinching your entire body; like the most painful electric shock traveling the insides of your whole body, burning everything on its path. Indeed, her crucio felt like the worst nightmare ever.

But nothing would ever compare to the Crucio curse under Voldemort himself. It was pain like no other. It was a pain that you were unable and incapable to explain how it felt, but one thing was for sure: it was a pain that only made you wish you were dead.

Why? Why had everything had to end like this? What sin could you have done in this life to deserve this pain? At this point, nothing made sense. Was it day or night? Was the morning shiny or cloudy? Was it Spring or Fall already?

All you knew was that you knew nothing.

But you definitely weren't expecting what was going to happen at that moment.

"My most loyal followers and friends," started the evil snake, gathering the attention of his laughing Death Eaters, which were very entertained by watching one of them raping a girl on one side of the hall.

You have learnt that it was better to close your eyes and try not to pay too much attention to what was happening around you. One, because it was painful to even think. A handful of rounds of the Cruciatus Curse would make anyone go nuts. How or why were you still a little bit conscious yet, no one knew. It was a game for them, who gets to finally break the little Gryffindor princess; the winner gets to rape her. And two, because simply there was nothing, absolutely nothing you could do for them. And that was the most horrifying thing you have ever experienced.

Not being able to do anything for your friends, for people you have known for years, for the kids that still were trapped in this hell, it was killing you alive. Every. single. day.

"Today, we celebrate our first anniversary of finally ending our most hated enemy," your eyes opened instantly.

A year... Just one fucking year had passed; it felt like a fucking eternity.

You looked at the ceiling, no sky this time giving you the welcome to Hogwarts. It was the plain image of an old ceiling. There was no magic– correction, no good magic surrounding these walls that once made you feel safe and at home.

It's been one year…

Tears started to blind your sight, all the sadness and pain, all the frustrating helplessness twirling so fast inside you, you were unable to control it.

"As a celebration and reminder of how much I do appreciate all my dear followers, I'll be granting one wish to each one of you," Voldemort said, and everyone felt the sickening feeling that something hid behind his faked nice words.

Nobody spoke but the silence that surrounded everyone in the Great Hall of Hogwarts which screamed 'dangerous'.

Least was to say that everyone was surprised when one of his closest followers, former Death Eater Min Yoongi, took a few steps closer to his master where he was seated in the place which once had been Headmaster Dumbledore's seat. He bowed to Voldemort, practically kneeling on one leg and resting his forearm on his bent knee in front of him as a sign of respect and loyalty.

"My Lord, I've been nothing but loyal to you and the cause," Yoongi started, but Voldemort interrupted him.

"You dare tell me what I already know, Yoongi?" If anyone had paid precise attention to him, they would have noticed how he gulped nervously.

Still, Yoongi continued, "I have a wish."

"Oh, and what is this wish you have for me to fulfill for you, my dear Yoongi?" Everyone could feel the amusement in their master's voice. He was the one having fun with all of this, he was playing with all of them. And it was scary.

"I want… I want the Gryffindor mudblood."

Gasps and whispers surrounded the ambience, some were surprised, others were angry.

"You'll have to be more specific, my friend, we play with a lot of mudblood toys in here," Voldemort mocked.

Yoongi never looked up at his master as he said, "Y/L/N Y/N."

You could not believe your ears. Your eyes, filled with tears, averted from the ceiling to him.

You remembered him. He was in the same year and class as you had been; he even was friends with Draco Malfoy, but he wasn’t such a prick like the blond. You remembered Yoongi being more quiet, more kept to himself and his stuff. But you did remember once colliding with him on a hallway in your run to class and him spitting that horrible word at you… Mudblood. He was the same prejudiced asshole as everyone else was in Slytherin.

You also remembered him cursing one of your friends from the back during the last battle. What a fucking coward, you thought.

So the question was, why? Why did he want you? Was this some kind of sick thing he was into? Did he just want you as a consolation prize for all the shit he did? Was he going to parade you like his trophy? Was this a stroke to his ego?

Simply, why? Why you?

Voldemort pretended that he was thinking about it for a moment, and then he looked at you, laying almost helplessly on the floor, pretty hurt and still spamming with the after effects of the Cruciatus Curse. He smiled, wide and devilish.

"I know what you're capable of, Yoongi," snakeface praised, still smiling and looking back at said man. "But sadly, this means you'll take one of the most fun toys we have, especially for our Bella," everyone, including her, laughed out loud in a mocking way, until Voldemort raised his hand to make them shut up. "However, you have proven yourself to be one of my most impressively loyal followers, and I'll grant your wish. You can have the mudblood."

More whispers, you could feel their eyes on you. But you traveled your gaze at Min Yoongi, who bowed his head one more time in his master's direction and thanked him, then stood up and walked towards you, eyes still not finding yours.

One of the reasons they considered you "a fun toy" was because you still had it in you to fight them, to still put some resistance not only in your mind, but also in your body. You fought nails and punches against everyone, and Min Yoongi would not be an exception.

When he was right next to you, he bent over to grab your arms to make you stand up, and that was when the fight began. They had called and compared you on more than one occasion with a wild animal, and maybe you did look and acted like one now, but you didn't care. You were not going to give in easily, to any of them.

Yoongi tried to dodge and hold you with his strength so your punches wouldn't hurt him, but one particular kick on the stomach made everyone that were paying attention to the scene laugh amusingly at his grunt, but it made him angry.

When he finally made you stand up, he forcefully grabbed the back of your head by your hair and pulled you closer to him, his other arm holding your entire body against his chest. You had to admit, you were surprised for a second there. When did that thin, languid boy become this buffy, slim man with enough strength to restrain you?

You were still struggling in his arms, when he whispered in a hiss right at your ear, "Quit fighting, damn it! I'm trying to help."

You froze. What?! What the hell was he playing at?

“Already having trouble controlling your new pet, Yoongi? You know I could always assist you, even show a few new tricks, mmh?” One Death Eater that you couldn’t recognize at the moment joked from behind Yoongi, making the man in front of you tense. You didn’t know who the man that spoke was, but if he made Yoongi react that way, it only meant he was dangerous.

You were about to start struggling again when you felt invisible ropes hold your arms behind your back, and the anger returned to your whole being. Fucking bastard! He tricked you! Your eyes threw daggers at the asshole in front of you while Min Yoongi stood tall and proud that he finally got you to cooperate. You hated him so much already.

“Thank you, Corbyn, but I have my own fun tricks,” Yoongi said, his tone sounding mocking and full of himself, making several people laugh maliciously at what lay ahead of you as his possession. You were so ready to spit at him, but his eyes made you freeze again.

While his words had been harsh and full of evil intent, his eyes that only you could see were full of begging for you to cooperate; it was like they were screaming at you, ‘Please, please do as I say’. For some reason, he was terrified. Of what?, you didn’t know.

You wanted to scream back at him to go fuck himself, that you didn’t need him nor his help, that he was and evil prick like the rest of them, a murderer, a Death Eather scum! You hated him like the rest of them for all the hell they brought to yours and everyone else’s lives.

However, his almond shaped black eyes full of fear made you hold back and stay put.

For now.

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[quirkybtsarmy]

Spellproof Chapter Six

Pairing: BTS X reader.

Genre: Fluff, angst, fantasy, supernatural au.

Warnings: talks of readers backstory, ANGST. SO MUCH ANGST. Cuteness? If I'm forgetting anything, please let me know!

Hi guys! I hope you are all having a good day! Im sorry that I haven't been around a lot. I have had a LOT happen! I got a concussion from a boat mast, my friend passed away and I'm still mentally recovering/slight confused about BTS'S recent news. So... My life is great at the moment... 😅

But at least I've finished this!

LETS GET IT!

DISCALIMER: I do not own BTS. This fan fiction is just for fun!

YN didn't like new places.

Why?

Because she doesn't know what to expect in a new environment. Mostly because she doesn't know where the nearest exit is when she needs her 'personal space' (autistic meltdown)

Which is why she is currently sat outside with Hobi, who is getting his wings groomed by her.

Hobi knows about her anxiety when it comes to new thing happening without YN being told.

What they were doing was normal for the boys but downright terrifying to her:

Going to the boys sacred place. Lake 192.

This place has been passed down through people with great power in the magical community.

BTS are the most powerful being in Korea, Sure, there are lots of beings out there that are the same calibre, but nothing compares to the boys powers. One time, Yoongi was so pissed that he almost started a tsunami.

Yeah...

Don't piss off Yoongi...

Speaking of Yoongi, he has decided to leave his cave of creativity (and just leaving solitude in general) and sat next to YN and was looking at her tails, which were delicately floating in the wind. Like a piece of light fabric floating in the wind. (I don't know how to describe it. I'm trying my best!)

When she is concentrating, her tails will swish a little faster than usual. When she stretches, her tails, as well as her wings and ears shiver (which by the way, makes the boys melt into goo. The boys are WHIPPED)

When she's sad, her tails and ears droop, her wings lower on her back.

Her wings are currently tucked into her back, the white and rainbow feathers go in and out with the rhythm of her breathing. Yoongi found her so fascinating. Beautiful, in fact.

Yoongi sighed. He had to tell her to get ready for the trip. He didn't want to be the bearer of bad news. This isn't bad news, obviously. It's just that she is so... Peaceful at the moment.

'Hey there'

YNs head turned to Yoongi and she tilted her head in question. Yoongi smiled.

'It's time to get ready'

YN furrowed her eyebrows. Her tails and ears drooped. Her wings wrapped around her slightly.

'Can you do that for me?'

YN looked at Yoongi, then at Hobi with the same expression she was holding earlier.

Hobi smiled warmly.

'Don't worry about me. I have to get ready to leave as well'

YN blinked, then nodded.

She stood up and stretched while yawning. Then she walks to her room and starts packing.

She didn't pack a lot since Jin can teleport anything to whoever he wants.

But she was packing a secret item. An item that the boys didn't know that she had.

A Korean for Dummies Book.

YN isn't dumb in the slightest. Obviously. I mean, she put her hand against a TV and made the actors voices speak for her for crying out loud! (If it doesn't make sense, let me know!)

She is learning Korean so she can appreciate the language that they speak as well as the culture of Korean people and Korea as a whole.

She can understand Korean (by the way, Jimin found out that she can understand every language in existence and can write in those languages. He didn't know if he should be intimidated or horny... I'll move on) but she can't speak it.

She picked up her bags and walked down the stairs into the living room where the boys were standing around waiting for her.

Namjoon walked up to her and gave her a hug.

'Are you ready?'

YN furrowed her brows and looked at the boys one by one, then looked at Namjoon. She nodded. Namjoon smiled back.

'Excellent. Let's get this journey on the road! I'll drive'

Jin immediately paled, while Jungkook snatched the keys out of his hand.

'Yeah... Stick to shouting at people to stay out of the bike lane for now.'

The boys and YN got into the car and went on their way to the sacred grounds of Lake 192.

-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-

Lake 192 is beautiful in YNs mind. The sky was filled with clouds that looked like cotton candy, strips of light were flowing against the blue hue like the Northern Lights. The main house was bustling with life while the 'sleeping houses' were off to her left

She could finally stand in the backyard and relax. Well... she was in the 'backyard' of the testing facility that she was in but that was on a VERY rare basis. She was watched for everything she did because she was a 'threat to society'. Just because she is a folk legend who is apparently so powerful that she could destroy humanity if she really wants to... But those are just rumours. She hasn't been out in a space like this for a very long time.

YN was sat on the grass near the lake where the water was glowing a bright light blue, secretly learning her Korean when RJ trots over.

'I see that you have been learning to speak our language.'

YN blushes slightly and nods.

'You are doing a fantastic job. Even the water agrees.'

YN looks from her book and saw the water flowing across her ankle in a stroking motion. (I know it sounds weird.)

'You should show them'

YN looks back at RJ and blinked a couple of times.

'They will understand. You don't have to be perfect. It's okay. I'll guide you.'

YN gets up from her seated position and walks back into the main house.

The moment she walks into the room, she is bombarded with so many scents. She started to blink slowly and look around with a dazed look in her eyes. She's never had this type of 'feeling' before. Could it be what she was fearing the entire time she was here?

Tae sees YN enter and walked over to her with a bounce in his step.

'Hi YN! How are you? Namjoon was wondering where you were. Jin has just finished making dinner.'

YN pointed in the direction of where she came. Tae looked out of the window and nodded.

'You seem hungry.'

Come on YN. You can say it. Just say, yes I am.

But her stomach growls in response. She snorts out a laugh while Tae did a full on laugh. He grabbed her hand and led her into the kitchen/dining area.

The kitchen was a modern masterpiece for Jin's cooking. Since Jin is a wizard, he is very experienced in making potions and bits and bobs that the town of Seoul would need which means that he is an excellent chef. His food is so good that when Yoongi ate the food for the first time, he wouldn't leave Jin's side for the rest of the day.

The floor was a dark brown wood panelling and the walls were also wooden as well but the colour was dark grey. The rooms in the house all had a wooden aesthetic to it, it's a traditional type of wood that the people of Seoul have every where.

YN stood in the archway, watching the boys while they were situating themselves and chatting about what they were doing for the rest of the day. Hobi looked at YN and smiled warmly at her.

'Hey.' YN whipped her head in Hobi's direction. 'Come sit'

Hobi slides the chair that he was sitting in and pats his legs. YN hesitates, but she enters the room slightly.

YN never had this type of contact before and it overwhelms her. She ducks her head down while making her way to Jin. Bam and RJ enter the room, yapping and bleating to each other. Sounds like they are having a nice conversation.

Jin looks at YN, who was currently trying to find the chopsticks. (You think that it would be completely fine to find 16 pieces of wooden utensils in a kitchen but apparently not!).After some ear twitching, tail swishing and huffing (which each boy giggled silently at) she finally found them.

She went into the dining area and placed the chopsticks in front of the boys, avoiding eye contact with Hobi. She didn't want to feel guilty in rejecting his offer. She didn't want to do it. Not yet.

When she was about to go back into the kitchen, Jin brought in a chair and placed it in between Yoongi and Hobi. Jin gestured to the chair and YN, being the obedient little bean she is, follows his instructions.

She look at all the boys, who went back to their conversations. They included YN, even though she didn't respond verbally, only with nods and head shaking.

Jin walks in holding a bowl of kimchi fried rice while 7 other bowls floated in behind him. The bowls landed in front of the boys while Jin placed the bowl in front of YN.

OK... You got this...

' Thank you, Jin-oppa'

Silence...

YN's eyes widened. Oh god. Did she do something wrong? Is she in trouble? Oh no... Did she address Jin wrong?!?!

She slowly turned her head towards Jin and his expression surprised her.

He was...

Crying...?

'Say it a-again' Jin said shakily.

YN looked at all of the boys, whos expressions mirrored Jin's.

She looks at Jin again.

'Thank you, Jin-oppa'

Jin smiles widely and hugs YN so tightly, she thought that she was going to break in half.

Jin kissed her on the head. When he pulled back, he started laughing softly.

'You said my name...'

YN nodded. Ohhhhhh. That's why he was crying.

Jungkook clears his throat, which in turn ruins the moment. Everyone's heads turn towards him, the latter currently drying his eyes.

'This is beautiful and all, but I'm so hungry that I could eat a whole paddock of horses. So can we eat, hyung?'

Jin huffs and rolls his eyes at the same time.

'Yes, we can, you brat.'

Jungkook gives him and YN a bunny-like smile and everyone starts eating when Jin gets back to his seat.

YN watches everyone eat. So... this is what a family looks like. She knows that they aren't the same brothers that come from the same mother, but they are brothers non the less. She is so deep in her own thought that she doesn't realise that Hobi and Yoongi were watching her as well. Hobi uses his chopsticks to pick up some of the food and holds it up to her mouth, which brings YN back to reality.

She looks down at the food and eats it. While she is slowly eating her food, she looks at the boys again.

This time at the dinner table talking about what Jungkook had been learning at the dance school with Jimin and Hobi, Jin talking about the herbs and ingredients in the gardens that he has been growing, Yoongi slightly falling asleep since his tummy is full, Taehyung petting Bam and Namjoon reminiscing about the books that he has read, she truely knows that it feels like.

What it's like... To be a part of the family.

-_-_-_-_-3 months later-_-_-_-_-_

YN was in the gardens with RJ, Bam and a new familiar: Yeontan.

Yeontan was found sleeping in a tree stump, covered in dirt, leaves and other things when YN and Taehyung were on their daily walk. Taehyung immediately took Yeontan in and raised Yeontan like he was Taehyungs child.

YN was currently using her magic to help the flowers and ingredients grow and flourish, while RJ was talking to her about how much strength to use with her magic. Bam and Yeontan were sleeping in the sunshine, getting some well-deserved rest.

YN was practising her magic everyday with RJ, Bam and most recently- Yeontan. If she was really the 12 tailed Woman, she would have a plethora of powers.

According to the legend, she could bend all elements, use telekinesis, repair broken things, heal broken bones and broken skin and many more powers. (I can't go through all of them, otherwise my brain will explode from all of the KNOWLEDGE!!! And my brain would just deflate.)

Yep. She is the 12 Tailed Woman. No doubt about it!

Her favourite trick is called the Magic Shop Sparkle. She took inspiration from the boys shop in Seoul;

Bangtan Magic Shop. A place where outcasts could have a space to be themselves.

YN has also been learning Korean and English. She still finds it funny whenever she speaks to one of the boys, they get flustered. Even though there is still a lot to learn, she can't wait for her Korean lessons with Namjoon.

YN was about to help the Blood berries grow when she felt something was... Off...

She looked at RJ.

'Are you getting the same feeling?'

YN nodded.

'I think we need to get back.'

YN turned to call over Bam and Yeontan but saw that they were running towards the house. When she saw the duo skid to a stop, the feeling got worse.

Something was HORRIBLY wrong...

YN ran back to the house and went to the door. She looked through the glass door and her eyes widened.

'Oh no...'

'Oh nonononononononononononononono!!!'

YN ran into the house and saw that the entire house was in disarray. It looked like all of the world's natural disasters happened in the house.

'YOONGI-OPPA!!! HOBI-OPPA!!! JIMIN-AH! JUNGKOOKIE!! TAEHYUNG-AH! NAMJOONIE!! JIN-OPPA!!!!!'

YN called their names over and over again while running all over the property.

YN started to panic. Where did they go? If they went somewhere, they would have told her. She doesn't like people to go somewhere and have people not to tell her when they will be coming back. Wait...

Did they leave...

...because of her?

I mean, she was different, yes. But it was something that everyone could handle. They loved her for who she was. They told her that every single fucking day whenever she went to bed, for crying out loud. Namjoon did the most Namjooniest thing and read so many books about Autism that he has a dedicated bookcase just for the information. If she would get overwhelmed, Jungkook would let her play with the rings on his fingers or Taehyung would let her put her hands in his hair. Hobi would slow dance with her in the living room when she wanted comfort. Yoongi would put on soft music that he made in his music studio so she can come down from a sensory overload. Jin would help her make her favourite meals so she can cook it for everyone else because she loves them. Jimin would make the air around them twinkle because he knows that she loves the colours.

YN collapsed to her knees in the middle of the living room and started rocking backwards and forwards while holding her head in her hands, crying and making humming noises

Kim Namjoon...

Kim Seokjin...

Min Yoongi...

Jung Hoseok...

Park Jimin...

Kim Taehyung...

Jeon Jungkook...

The boys...

No...

HER boys...

Gone...

RJ walked in with his head hanging low, holding a piece of fabric. It was Hobi's favourite sweater. Her favourite sweater.

It was covered... In blood...

YN started to pant. She got onto her feet and bent forward,black magic seeping from her fingertips, running onto the floor. The whole house started to shake. RJ ran away from the house. There is no point in helping her out. She was too mad. He needed to protect Bam and Yeontan.

RJ ran into a bunker-type hole with Bam and Yeontan and conjured a protective shield above the opening of the hole.

YN screamed in agony, her magic exploding from her, a giant wave of energy blasting into the surrounding area, wiping out the house in the process.

When the dust and debris cleared, RJ looked up from the familiars hiding place and bleated in surprise.

YN was stood in the rubble, her head hanging. She was wearing a skintight purple bodysuit with leather flapping at the sides. Her wings were pure black with rainbow edges, her tails emitting a rainbow flame. On her head was a rainbow coloured wimple. When she raised her head and opened her eyes, it wasn't the cute colours that would change like a mood ring to her current mood. Her eyes were flickering from Red to black.

She

Was

Pissed.

RJ slowly approached her with Bam and Yeontan. YN looked down at the familiars and said nothing. Her facial expression was as cold as ice. Yeontan walked a bit closer and sat down. YN bent down and pet Yeontan. RJ puffed out a bit of air.

At least she isn't that pissed off that she can still pet Yeontan.

'Um, YN?'

YN looked up at RJ with emotionless eyes.

'I think... I know... Who did this...'

YN lifted her eyebrow slightly as a sign to continue.

'There was a ... Friend... That was in Namjoon's life. He wasn't the best. He was constantly getting in trouble with the authorities and got Namjoon into trouble on many occasions too. One night, they went to a party and this... Friend... Betrayed him and turned him into what you see today. I've never forgiven him for what he did.'

YN was silent for a few seconds, then spoke in a monotone voice.

'Whats his name?'

RJ shuddered from that mere sentence.

YN leaned in closer to RJ.

'What. Is. His. Name?'

'... Jackson... Jackson Wang... He lives on the other side of Seoul. You won't be able to find him. There are too many places to search in'

YN conjures up a ball of energy and throws it onto the ground, which startles the 3 familiars. The ball started to roll in a direction which lead down the road that lead to the once peaceful property.

YN stood up and looked towards the road that the ball took.

"Lets go get this son of a bitch."

And with that sentence, YN set off with RJ, Bam and Yeontan to find the missing puzzle pieces in their lives.

The search for the Bangtan Boys begins...

_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_

And DONE!!! Wow... That was a bit of a rollercoaster, wasn't it?.

I hope you all enjoyed this story. I'm still accepting requests as well!

Author Emily OUT 💜

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Blackthorn Ch 2 | M.YG

Pairing: Crown Prince Dragon!Yoongi x Crown Princess Impundulu!Keena Genre: Soulmate AU | Arranged Marriage AU | Fantasy AU | Fluff Word Count: 8.1K Warnings: Dragon/Monster!Yoongi | Alcohol | Weapons Training Rating: PG16

In the Moonlight -  Prince Yoongi searches for the Princess and they spend time together before the banquet later that night. At the banquet things get lively and the young royals needs a break.

a/n: Shout out to the great @sailoryooons for being my beta/banner maker! I really don’t know what I would do without you. You’ve helped me so much with this story, I love you!

a/n 2: This is my first major fantasy work, so I would like to hear your thoughts! 

a/n 3: There is a BTS reference in this chapter? See if you can find the Easter Egg. I would love to hear your thoughts and ideas about it.

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Together, Prince Yoongi and Hoseok left the bed chambers and made their way to the cherry blossom garden. In the distance Prince Yoongi saw the Princess under the gazebo as she chatted away. Prince Yoongi fought the smile that tugged at his lips and the moment Minho saw him, the older man cleared his throat and bowed deeply. Princess Keena looked in the direction of which Minho was bowing, and she rose to her feet while the others around her bowed. 

Prince Yoongi stood before the princess, and she gave him a pleasant bow before she greeted him with that charmed smile of hers. The prince stared at the Princess and bowed slightly, “Hello, Princess.”

Princess Keena watched in silence as Prince Yoongi dismissed Minho and the handmaidens. Aga and Hoseok stood watch five feet away from the gazebo while the Prince and Princess talked. Prince Yoongi sat beside the Princess, the tea set and treats between them. Cherry blossom petals rained down from above, a pink shower that hid them from view. Prince Yoongi couldn’t help but to think the pink in the Princess’ hanbok made her look like the very cherry blossoms she sat beneath.

“Would you like tea, my Prince?” Princess Keena asked, and Prince Yoongi clenched his fists underneath the sleeves of his robe. The way the Princess called him prince made his head spin.

“No thank you, Princess.” Prince Yoongi glanced at the Princess’ face and leaned towards the side, his elbow bent and rested against the wooden guardrail. He rested his chin on his fist and the sun caught the scales on his jaw. A faint rainbow danced across the Princess’ chest, and she laughed delighted by the sudden display of color. Heat crept up the back of the prince’s neck and burned his ears while the Princess’ laughter continued. “A-Are you laughing at the crowned Prince?”

Princess Keena waved her hand silently as she tried to control her laughter but the brightness and glowing joy in her eyes was unmistakable. The Princess set her cup of tea down and covered her mouth with her free hand while the prince’s lips turned downward, and his eyes narrowed. The Princess laughed harder at the sight because the prince resembled a large grumpy manul from her homeland. 

“Oh, Pallas!” Princess Keean’s words were breathless as she struggled to speak and the prince waited silently, a pout sat deeply on his soft lips. “M-My Prince you’re a Pallas cat!”

Prince Yoongi’s pout morphed into a thin line and furrowed brows at the Princess’ words. A Pallas cat? He had never heard of that before. The Princess saw the confusion on the prince’s face and hummed as she reached out and patted the sleeve of his robe before she pulled her hand back.

“A Pallas cat is a small wild cat in my nation. It is known for always looking put off while pouting so trespassers always feel bad and leave it alone.”

Prince Yoongi narrowed his eyes and flashed his elongated fangs. “I don’t pout.” 

Princess Keena raised an eyebrow and silently picked up her cup of tea before she stared right into the prince’s eyes and took a long sip. She swallowed the tea and held the cup in her hands, “This tea is delicious. I think my mother would like this blend.”

Prince Yoongi scoffed and shook his head. He was amused. No one had dared to ever laugh in his face, yet alone compared him to any other creature outside of a dragon. The dragon inside hissed in mock annoyance and Prince Yoongi licked his lips. “Have you settled in? Are Her Majesty's chosen hands to your liking?”

“They are-” Princess Keena paused and rolled her wrist twice before she frowned, “how do you say something better than good in your language?”

Prince Yoongi smirked, “Better than good? Excellent?”

“Ekselan?”

Prince Yoongi smiled at the Princess’ accent and sat up straight. “Excellent. Ek - suh - luhnt.” Prince Yoongi spoke slowly and enunciated the word before he motioned that he wanted the Princess to repeat him. Princess Keena repeated the word just as slowly and the prince grinned wide. His fangs caught the flesh of his bottom lip and pierced the skin, which he hissed at and quickly licked the blood that had started to bead. 

“Are you okay, my Prince?” Princess Kenna reached out and stopped herself. Prince Yoongi was the crown Prince, she could not just touch him freely, no matter how close they had become through letters.

Prince Yoongi saw the hesitation of the Princess’s touch and he fought back his frown while the dragon inside growled deeply in the pit of his stomach. The Princess was a friend, Prince Yoongi didn’t care if she touched him, he’d allow it.

“I am fine, Princess. These things happen often. I guess this would be the only curse of the dragon if there was one.” Prince Yoongi joked and scratched at the tip of his nose as his neck flushed hot. He coughed and cleared his throat quickly. “Have you taken a walk in the garden?”

Princess Keena’s eyes lit up and she shook her head. “I have not had the chance.”

Prince Yoongi stood and offered his hand palm upward as he stared down at the Princess. “Care to join me?”

Princess Keena smiled her blindingly bright smile and Prince Yoongi’s stoic mask melted into the sweetest of looks when the Princess placed her hand in his. Her hands were smooth and silky, untouched by the world’s cruelty and the prince carefully wrapped his fingers around her fingers. Two thin gold bands caught the light, and the prince recognized the rings he had custom made for the Princess. His claws softly pressed into the flesh of the Princess’ fingers as she pulled herself up and she squeezed the prince’s hand lightly. 

"Ann ale." Princess Keena grinned and the prince nodded his head once before he called for Hoseok and Aga.

The two guards walked over to the gazebo and Prince Yoongi introduced the Princess to his childhood friend turned guard, Jung Hoseok. The man was unique looking. His face was long with high cheekbones and a very strong jawline. His nose reminded the Princess of the pixie crows that ran wild in her homeland. Jung Hoseok was fierce with long black hair that rivaled the night sky, but that thought was smothered the moment he smiled, and his lips formed a perfect heart while his amber eyes crinkled.

“I hope you enjoy your stay with us, your Highness.” Hoseok bowed at the waist and Princess Keena bowed her head gently.

The Princess stared at Hoseok for a moment and blinked twice. “I have enjoyed myself so far,” The Princess answered Hoseok's question and he smiled wide, which showed almost all of his teeth. “What spirit resides inside of you?”

Hoseok’s smile grew larger at the question and his amber eyes seemed to flicker like a flame as he shrugged his shoulders. 

“Come-” Yoongi interrupted Hoseok’s staring match with Princess Keena. “The Princess would like to see more of the garden.” 

Prince Yoongi stepped down from the gazebo and made sure that the Princess was careful with her steps. Together the two royals strolled the cherry blossom garden with their guards right behind them. Twice they circled the garden and on the third loop Yongsun came to collect the Princess to finish with tonight's preparations for the banquet. 

“I’ll see you soon, Princess.” Prince Yoongi smirked as he watched the Princess be led away. A breeze blew and carried the scent of mint and citrus. The prince inhaled and held his breath before he relaxed and exhaled.

Hoseok stood behind Prince Yoongi and giggled before he dropped his smile and cleared his throat. “I’ll see you soon, Princess!” Hoseok mocked as he flipped his hair over his shoulder. Prince Yoongi glared at his friend and flashed his fangs which made Hoseok snort. “Yes, yes. I know, silence.”

“You almost gave yourself away.”

“I did not!”

“She knows what you are.” Yoongi stressed and Hoseok shook his head.

“She is the Princess of Escistan. The royal family is the great Impundulu. I would be worried if the Princess didn’t have an affinity with aves. But fear not, Prince, I can assure you that the Princess does not know what I am. There aren’t many of my kind left in this world.”

“And who do we fault for that?”

Hoseok smiled but his eyes didn’t scrunch, and his lips didn’t part. “Yes…it is a fault of our own.”

Together the two men walked back into the palace and Hoseok left the prince to get himself ready for the night's banquet. Sunk deep down into the hot waters of his bath, the prince closed his eyes the moment the last servant left the bathing chambers. He wanted to speak with his dragon and the prince could only do that when he was completely alone. He took a deep breath and opened his eyes. Below him in the water's reflection was a distorted image of himself. His eyes glowed gold, black scales covered his face in large patches, small black horns framed his eyebrows and two large matte black horns, four inches in diameter, sprouted from his temples a little longer than his forearm. Prince Yoongi wasn’t startled by the sight; it was his true self after all. His dragon, Agust.  

“What do you seek from me, Princling?” 

“Shouldn’t I be asking that question?” Prince Yoongi narrowed his eyes and Agust’s laugh came out grizzled and smokey. “What are you playing at, dragon?”

“Are you scared, Princling?”

Prince Yoongi scoffed. “You are nothing to be scared of.”

Agust growled and the water rippled harshly before it settled and stilled. Prince Yoongi licked his lips and sighed. “What is it that you wanted?”

Agust smiled, all sharp, gleaming teeth before he licked his own lips. The forked tongue, deep indigo in color, flicked about before Agust laughed once again. “Enjoy tonight, Princeling.”

“Agust. Answer-” A rush of heat blazed in the center of the prince’s forehead, and he groaned as he shook his head. “Bastard!” The prince growled and slammed his fist against his own normal reflection. Agust was up to something, and Prince Yoongi refused to let the Princess be harmed by his own hands. 

The prince exited the bathing waters and toweled himself off, a hiss left his lips as he patted at the large black dragon that covered the whole expanse of his back. Another mark of the Min bloodline, that he bore for all to see.

“Hoseok!” The prince hissed as he stormed out of the bathing room with a towel in his hands.

A few moments later, Hoseok climbed in through the window, and he sighed when he saw the prince naked as the day he was born. His hair was soaked and dripped all over. 

“You really must stop calling me when you’re like this,” the lieutenant joked when he noticed the light in the Prince’s eyes was dulled. He had seen all the servants leave the Prince’s chambers and he knew what that meant. “What did Agust tell you?” All signs of joking were whipped from Hoseok’s face as he stared at the prince with sharp eyes. 

“Nothing. That bloody snake-”

“Yoongi-”

“Have Minho and Mingi join Aga’s ranks for watching over the Princess. Switch the guards at her chambers to Chan and Jooheon.”

Hoseok’s jaw clenched, the guards the prince named were all under his personal control. The guards were the best of the best, the next warriors to lead the Min Army once the prince became the emperor. They all answered to Hoseok and only Hoseok unless the Prince requested them himself in writing or in person.

“At once, Your Highness.” Hoseok bowed deep at the waist and vanished before the prince said anything more. 

Hoseok knew from the frown on his face that the prince was serious, and he knew to hold his tongue whenever the prince was in a mood. Quickly, the lieutenant sent word to the guards, and he watched from a distance as Chan and Jooheon took post in front of the Princess’ door. If Agust was up to something, Hoseok would do the utmost to foil him.

Inside of the Princess’s chambers, the handmaid tidied up hair and touched up makeup before they readied the Princess into one of the softest hanboks. The jeogori was white at the collar and shifted into a light purple near the waist with the white flowers on the edge of the sleeves. The chima was the same shade of purple with white flowers stitched along the bottom hem. Princess Keena loved the lightness of everything and when she saw herself in the mirror, she grinned wide and smoothed her hands over the skirt. Wheein attached the prince’s gift, the duru-jumeoni, to the Princess’s waist as the final touch and stepped back with a clap of her hands.

“You look wonderful, Princess!”

“That color is so pretty on you!” 

The women all spoke over each other as they showered the Princess in compliments and Princess Keena bowed her head in thanks. A knock at the door caught everyone’s attention and the Princess looked to Yongsun before she nodded her head. Byulyi went and opened the door before she stepped back and opened it all the way. She announced the prince’s presence and Princess Keena walked over to the doorway.

In the hall, Prince Yoongi stood tall in a black and white gangsapo the large golden four toed foot of the dragon on the back curved over his shoulder. His blonde hair was piled neatly on top of his head, the topknot secured by a golden donggot and hair pin that had a golden dragon carved into the side with yellow apetites for its eyes. The black scales on the prince’s jaw reflected the light from the sunstones against the walls and the Princess smiled softly. She dropped into the respectful bow with her hands placed over her shoulders and Yoongi took notice of the familiar hairpin in the Princess’s hair.

“I see you accepted one of my gifts.” Prince Yoongi held out his arm and the Princess nodded her head, eyes sparkling in the low lights like stars in the night sky. “Was everything to your liking?”

“Everything was beautiful. Thank you for the Dashiki, I think the colors will compliment me.”

“The color of serenity suits you well, Princess.”

The Princess looked down at her hanbok and lightly touched the duru-jumeoni at her hip, “I will cherish these gifts, my Prince.”

Prince Yoongi led the way from the Princess’s chambers with Aga, Minho, Hoseok and Mingi spread out in front and behind them. The prince kept his eyes straight ahead while Princess Keena took the chance and paid closer attention to the world around her. 

The walls were a deep oak cut into large beams with latticework carved into them. Different interlocking grids of wood with hanji paper created beautiful artwork while the sunstones shone in lanterns on the floors. The scent of peony and sandalwood wafted through the air from the incense burners that hung from the walls, that settled over the Princess in a warm comfort.

“Did you enjoy the gardens today?” Prince Yoongi questioned suddenly, and Princess Keena nodded her head in response and the prince hummed in thought. They stepped out into the night air and crossed an enclosed bridge that had more sunstones lighting the way from inside small glass lily sculptures on the ground. “Would you care to join me tomorrow after my training? I could show you another garden or the lotus pond.”

“Are you still practicing the sword?”

“It is an ever-changing art,” The Prince mused, and the Princess laughed. The words were indeed true, for her father had said them many times.

“I do not wish to keep you from your day-”

Prince Yoongi scoffed and shook his head, “I have spent many days like the day before and there will be many more to come. I can give you my days, Princess. You require my time? Ask and I will answer.”

“I do not think that is a very wise way for the future King to spend his time.”

The prince’s eyes narrow at the Princess’ words, and she laughs again. “You think time with you is wasteful?” The prince quipped and the Princess shook her head.

“No but I do not know of your time before me. I would not want my presence to interrupt your duties.”

Before the Prince could respond Hoseok cleared his throat and the prince realized that they were at the banquet hall. Prince Yoongi nodded his head once to Hoseok and turned his attention to the Princess. 

“I must take my leave, but I will see you again shortly. Please enjoy yourself tonight, this banquet is in your honor.” The prince bowed his head and took his leave quickly with Hoseok behind him.

Aga, Minho and Mingi formed a semi-circle around the Princess and waited for one of the advisors to come and collect her. While they waited, Mingi introduced himself to the Princess and the Princess was a little confused as to why she needed so many guards. Aga assured her that it was only because they were in an unknown place, and it was hard to tell friend from foe. 

Mingi was tall, very tall with a confidence that oozed from his pores. His hooded eyes were bright green and his short white hair that framed his face had a streak of yellow. It was clear to see that Mingi was from the Bosleon clan. A known clan of warriors that fought for their independence from the Aspad nation to the south that settled within the Min Empire. 

Shortly after introductions, another tall young man with wide shoulders came out from a side door and walked over to the Princess wearing a black and white uniform that the Princess did not recognize. He bowed low at the waist, his dark brown hair pulled up and away from his face in a topknot. Once upright he introduced himself as Kim Seokjin, apprentice to the royal advisor. Princess Keena thought Seokjin was very handsome in his own way. He had the fullest lips of any man that she had seen in the palace so far. An inviting shade of mauve that stood out against his lightly tanned skin. His smile was teasing yet kind as if he knew more than almost everyone around him. Seokjin escorted the Princess to the main door of the banquet hall while another member of the court announced her arrival much like earlier in the day.

Seokjin stood proudly by Princess Keena’s side and led her into the room where all eyes were on her. The Princess held onto Seokjin’s arm as he led her to stand in front of the Emperor, Empress and the Prince. Princess Keena crossed her arms over her chest and bowed a full ninety degrees and the Empress smiled fondly. As the Princess stood straight up, she caught eyes with Prince Yoongi and his face softened just slightly before his eyes hardened and he looked bored with everything around him.

Emperor Min clapped his hands twice and Seokjin led the Princess to her seat right next to him on the prince’s side of the throne room. Every member of council on the left side was young, all sons and grandsons of the advisors on the right side of the room. Prince Yoongi’s royal council was a sea of brilliant and eager minds. Once his time came, the young Prince would rule with great power at his disposal. 

“Tonight, we join together to welcome our dearest friends from the Escistan nation!” Emperor Min spoke clearly as he glanced around the room. “The King and Queen have entrusted us with the wellbeing of their greatest treasure, the Princess Keena. During her stay, the Princess will learn the ways of our people and share her own knowledge with us as well. It is a time of learning. A time for the old to make way for the new.”

The warriors who guarded the Princess were dressed in black and navy blue outfits that mirrored the ocean at night. They sat mixed with the Princess’ personal servants from both her home and the palace. Aga and Minho sat behind the Princess and Seokjin while Mingi sat with Izaso a few tables down.

“Princess Keena, it is my greatest honor and pleasure to welcome you to the Min Empire. Please treat this palace like your home and savor this time abroad.” Emperor Min raised his goblet high in the air and the Princess copied his motion. “You will always have a home here within these walls. To the ancient dragons who came before and watch over us, I swear it.”

Emperor Min’s eyes flashed a molten brown as he drank deeply from his cup and Princess Keena chirped loudly in answer to the oath. Everyone raised their cups and when the Empress and the Prince’s eyes flashed gold the whole room drank in silence before the emperor clapped his hands again and music started to play. Princess Keena set her cup down untouched. She smelled the alcohol, and it made her stomach churn. Seokjin noticed the displeasure on her face and beckoned a servant over to do away with the drink.

“Would you prefer tea, Princess Kenna?” Seokjin offered and the Princess nodded her head. “May I suggest the honey mint tea? It will refresh your palate with each course of the meal tonight.” 

“That sounds wonderful, my Lord. Thank you.” 

“Please, call me Seokjin. Now, bring the Princess some honey mint tea. Two scoops less than I drink.” Seokjin ordered lightly and the servant quickly scrambled off. “You are in for quite a treat tonight, Princess Keena.”

“I would expect nothing less from the Min Empire. I have heard tales of the extravagant parties only those lucky to receive invites have seen.”

At the Princess’s words a group of eight women and two men entered the room and stood in the center for all to see. They were dressed in yellow robes with large white flowers on them that were tied at the waist by a large pink sash. The outfits looked different from the hanbok that most of the guests were wearing. Two of the women held instruments in their hands that the Princess had never seen before while the others held ribbons. Princess Keena watched with large eyes as the group started to play music and dance. The ribbons swirled and swayed in the air; a picture painted without words that disappeared within moments. Their movements were stretched out and flashy, colors mixed and pulled apart as they created something new. Again, and again the dancers jumped and sashayed across the floor. The Princess was enraptured by their flawless movements like spirit fish born out of water.

“What are they wearing?” Princess Keena had leaned over and asked Seokjin about the different robes and Seokjin’s eyes crinkled in the corners as he laughed, high and squeaky.

“They are called Yukata’s.”

Aga watched for the cue that the dancers were finished before he glanced at the door across the room. A flash of green caught his eyes, and he smirked behind his cup as he downed the soju easily. The dancers left the center of the room and before the silence could be missed, a fast-paced cadence was banged out on the drums. 

Princess Keena’s brows furrowed at the familiar beat, and she bit the inside of her cheek to keep the squawk in her throat from sharing her excitement. Four women and two men, dressed in the traditional Escistan garb filled the center of the room, light on their feet. They wore large, feathered headdresses in shades of green and blue while their faces were covered in white tribal paint that mirror the Impundulu’s wings. Their twists and locs were down around their shoulders freely and the drumbeat picked up, the cadence faster and Aga started the chant, loud and proud as the dancers started to move on the floor. 

Their outfits were bright and colorful, large golden gorgets hugged their throats, decorated with white beads and jade gems. White and yellow silk cloth wrapped around the women’s chest with small black beads stitched along the hems. A set of seven waist beads with a thick leather belt sat on their waists. Black lapas with green and yellow patchwork wrapped around their hips and strands of multicolored beads and feathers from the yellowjacket-magpie hung from the belt. 

The beads and feathers splayed in the air as they jumped from side to side, their feet stomped to the beat and hands clapped, raised high in the air. It was a celebration of a new life, a new start for the Escistan Kingdom as they joined forces with the Min Empire. It brought tears to the Princess’ eyes, and she joined in with Aga’s chant. 

As the Princess’ voice rang out, her people all joined in, and the royal family all smiled. It was a sight that shocked many in the room. The prince almost never smiled because it made him look like the smiling child that used to be attached to his mother’s skirts. It was a wonderful sight and filled the room with a new hope. Hope for the next generation that was to take over the Empire. 

The dance came to its end and the dancers all bowed before the Princess with their arms across their chests. Princess Keena grinned, and when she spoke her praise no one could ignore the loud whistle that ended each word. The Princess was pleased, her dark eyes now a striking silver that made Seokjin do a double take.

Aga noticed the Princess’ eyes when she looked back at him, and he tapped the side of his temple twice. A silent warning as his lips twitched and his yellow eyes narrowed. “Drink your tea, Princess.” Aga left no room for argument and the Princess drank her tea with her back turned to him.

“That was a lively dance. The colors were striking.” Seokjin watched as the Princess set her cup down and nodded her head. Her eyes were still silver, but a brown ring had started to form around the edges. She was calming down, slowly. “What was the dance called?”

“That is called dans lavi a.” Princess Keena laughed at the confusion on Seokjin’s face as he repeated her words slowly. “The dance of life.”

“Ah. Oh!” Seokjin looked delighted as he repeated the Escistan words again and the Princess smiled. “You have a lovely language.” 

In between performances, food was sent out. New dishes that the Princess and her people had never tried. The meats were flavorful and bold, the side dishes tasty and the alcohol was strong. Aga’s boisterous laugh mixed with Seokjin’s crackle was enough to send the whole room into a fit of laughter and the Princess was in no better shape since she was trapped between the two of them.

“Seokjin?”

“Yes, Princess?”

“Is it frowned upon for the royal family to engage with others at this party?”

Seokjin looked over at the royal family, they sat together with looks of varying amusement on their faces. Seokjin turned his attention back to the Princess. “It is not a custom that we follow. Though they are safe within these walls, threats can happen at any time.” Seokjin noticed the way the Princess fiddled with the norigae in her lap, and he smiled teasingly. “If I remember correctly, you are not familiar with our customs, Princess…” Seokjin wiggled his eyebrows and the Princess laughed before she nodded her head in agreement.

"Aga! Danse avè m!" The Princess held out her hand towards Aga and wiggled her fingers. Aga threw back the soju in his cup once more and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

Aga jumped to his feet and grabbed the Princess’ hand before he helped her stand. “Izaso!” Aga called for the woman and held his fist high in the air. Izaso grinned and gathered the rest of the servants as well as the guards while Aga discussed with the Princess what dance she wanted to do. 

Some of the guards made their way towards the instruments and politely kicked the musicians off before they took over. The sudden halt in the music caught everyone's attention and when a new upbeat drum filled the air everyone was confused. The music wasn’t of the Min Empire much like when the Escisan dancers took center stage.

Princess Keena’s servants filed into the center of the room with Aga at the front of the formation. He shouted in time with the cadence of the drums and once he started to dance, the others followed his lead. 

When the group of six split into two groups of three, Princess Keena stood in the center and all eyes were on her. Prince Yoongi’s eyes widened at the sight of the Princess as she started to dance, the shoes and socks on her feet no longer there as she widened her legs, placed her hand on her hips and rocked her shoulders from side to side. 

The group of seven walked in a perfect formation on beat while each person held a different pose. Again, the Princess ended in the middle of the group, and she held the fabric of her skirts tightly in one hand while she took the lead.

Prince Yoongi watched; his eyes shifted to a golden glow as he locked eyes with the Princess’ silver ones. She smiled and bent her elbows before she threw her arms up in the air and started to kick her legs. 

From his seat, Seokjin watched in awe of the Princess and her people. Their dancing was loud and proud. It was bold and beautiful, he thought it looked fun. Across the room, Hoseok caught Seokjin’s eye and they both raised an eyebrow to each other. Hoseok nodded his head towards the Prince and Seokjin laughed while holding both his fists up.

The small group of six kept the Princess in the middle of their circle and danced around. They leapt into the air while spinning their legs and twirled flawlessly in the air before they touched the ground and shuffled back into a line formation. They dropped into a slanted lean and rocked their shoulders again before they waved their hands into the air while the opposite leg twisted again. 

Hoseok reached the prince and whispered into his ear, “Looks like fun, yes?” Prince Yoongi refused to take his eyes off the Princess and answered Hoseok with a noncommittal sound. “Would it not be in our nation's best interest to show a united front? His and Her Majesty have a role to play…why not take their place?” Hoseok spoke slowly to not draw attention to himself as he put the tempting idea into the prince’s mind.

Seokjin clapped along to the beat and hollered with the rest of the group which made the Princess laugh. “Dance with us!” 

She left the formation and grabbed at Seokjin’s wrist all the while Seokjin pretended to protest while he was pulled into the formation. Izaso took her place beside Seokjin and showed him how to do the moves while he laughed, his face red from the alcohol and adrenaline. The Princess looked at the prince and she silently beckoned him to join, her hand winding a little lower than the others around her as she invited him to her side. 

Prince Yoongi stood from his seat and the Empress watched with a smile as he walked into the formation with Hoseok beside him. The prince stood by the Princess’s side, and she personally showed him the steps. The prince copied the moves as best he could and frowned when he couldn’t do it right. Princess Keena laughed, “Pallas!” 

The prince huffed at the name and tried again, his movements weren’t as stiff, and he rotated his left wrist correctly when it was time to hop in place before he switched to his right wrist. 

In the front of the room, the Emperor and Empress watched their only son of the Min Empire dance with the only daughter of the Escistan nation. Their eyes were molten brown and a liquid gold as they watched the prince laugh and dance. They noticed the joy on Seokjin and Hoseok’s face too. 

The air was warm, the music was loud, and the palace felt born again. The Emperor reached his hand out and the Empress placed her hand in his. They squeezed each other’s hand and smiled before they both let go and enjoyed the rest of the festivities. 

More and more people joined in the dancing and the Princess found herself in the prince’s arms as they danced. Prince Yoongi’s face was flushed, his golden eyes bright as he stared at the Princess with a large grin on his face. 

“I cannot remember the last time a banquet was this entertaining,” The Prince admitted, and the Princess didn’t look shocked at all. 

The music was still very upbeat, but the tempo had slowed as the night grew. The moon hung high in the sky, a large sphere of light amongst tiny diamonds that glittered. The air in the room was suddenly too warm and the prince whisked the Princess away. 

Outside, the royals stood beside each other, heads turned upwards as they gazed into the endless dark. A pale light shone down from above and brightened the Princess’s silver eyes. When the prince glanced at the Princess, he blinked slowly. Had the moon cast its reflection in the Princess’s eyes? As if the Gods heard his question, a single star shot across the night sky, it’s light, bright and heavy with the need to fill the Princess’s heart with wonder. Prince Yoongi was careful as he grabbed hold of the Princess’ hand and slotted his fingers between hers.

Princess Keena inhaled and closed her eyes as a cool wind blew. The scent of tiger lily and dogwoods swirled around them and the prince found himself in a trance as he stared at the Princess. Princess Keena slowly opened her eyes and tightened her hold on the prince’s hand. She stepped closer to him, the heat from his body sent a shiver down her spin.

“We have a story in Escistan about shooting stars.” The Princess spoke softly as she played with the golden rings on the prince’s fingers with her free hand. “It is said that a shooting star is the soul of those past who are missing you. They beg the Gods for a chance to see you again and if they are lucky, they are granted permission and visit you in your dreams.” The Princess traced the pronounced veins on the prince’s hand. Her touch was feather light, so soft the Prince had half a mind to pluck an azalea petal to compare.

“Those who are denied throw themselves from the Heavens for just a chance that you might see them. That is why shooting stars are so special.” The Princess stopped her fingers from going any higher than the prince’s wrist and traced back down to his knuckles.

“You hold the moonlight in your eyes. A reflection, an almost near perfect replica of you sits in the sky,” The Prince spoke and raised the Princess’ hand slowly. “Those souls jump from the Heavens because they are confused. If the moon is down here, then they want to be as well.” Prince Yoongi pressed his lips to the two rings on the Princess’s fingers and grinned, his eyes soft and crinkled in the corners. “When the sunlight breaks, the moon is still here with me. I think those souls would be stricken with envy. Don’t you, Princess?” The prince raised an eyebrow and the Princess laughed. It rang out into the night and the prince smiled more. 

Someone cleared their throat and the two young royals both jumped away from each other, their hands quickly tucked behind their backs. Hoseok grinned but spoke nothing of the matter. 

“Princess, the hour is late, and the banquet has come to its end. Aga will take you to your chambers.” Hoseok bowed deeply and the Princess nodded her head silently before she bowed to the prince and hurried off into the banquet hall. 

Hoseok watched as the prince watched her go and he grinned. “Come along, Prince. We have an early day ahead of us tomorrow.” Hoseok ushered the prince back into the palace and bid him goodnight once he stepped into his own chambers. 

In his chambers, the prince stood in silence as the servants around him undressed him and let his hair down. He sat in front of his vanity as a young man brushed his hair and watched as his golden eyes slowly shifted back to their black obsidian color. The prince scratched his nose with his thumb and index finger, the amount of soju he drank crept up on him. He yawned and smacked his lips as a small growl rumbled deep in his throat.

“Everyone out!” The prince commanded and everyone scrambled to clear the room.

 Alone, the Prince rolled his shoulders and stood straight up, his hair fell just below his shoulder blades and hung in his face as he narrowed his eyes at his reflection. “You will finish your training tomorrow and you will take the Princess to the gardens. You will-” The Prince closed his eyes as he thought back to the Princess’ smiling face. “-you will always make her smile during her stay. She deserves everything you have to offer and more.” Prince Yoongi opened his eyes and pointed to himself in the mirror. He gave himself a firm nod. “I will give her everything.”

The prince walked over to his bed and shrugged off the sleeping robe that one of the servants put on him. He hated sleeping with clothes on, it always made him too hot. He crawled into bed and laid on his back. 

The prince stared up at the ceiling and smiled to himself. Tonight, was the most fun he had since before he came of age. He couldn’t remember the last time he danced with his friends. The palace had changed, and Prince Yoongi fell asleep with the promise of tomorrow heavy on his mind.

Morning came faster than the prince would have liked but he rose with the sun as Hoseok’s booming voice announced his presence. Hoseok was dressed in his everyday wear, a simple black robe with golden leaves stitched along the cuffs and collar with a deep plum changui on top, the same golden leaves stitched on the collar, down the center and hem. A wide black belt with matching gold leaves was tied around Hoseok’s waist and a plum colored jumeoni sat at his right hip. His hair was pulled back out of his face and sat at the back of his head in a half ponytail while a deep plum cloth was tied around his forehead.

“Come on, your Imperial Highness, you have archery training today.” Hoseok helped the prince get out of bed and he stepped out of the way once servants entered the room. “Oh! Before I forget, the Princess’s guard Aga, will be taking over the sword today.”

“Today?” The prince repeated as he watched a servant carry over his red and black gonryongpo.

“Yes. The others tell me that His Majesty and Aga planned for a large portion of the warriors to drink heavily last night. Even those that weren’t there, drank a lot in celebration. Now everyone must train while hungover…or still feeling the soju.”

Prince Yoongi grinned wickedly, that sounded like something his father would have done and he had no doubt that Aga wasn’t the least bit hungover.

“Very well.” Prince Yoongi waved the gonryongpo away and licked his lips. “I will pick for myself.” 

The prince walked over to his wardrobe and shifted through the different fabrics and designs. He figured out that Aga leading the training meant that the Princess would be close by. His gonryongpo was satisfactory at best and Agust wasn’t happy with that. Satisfactory today was not an option. Prince Yoongi allowed his eyes to shift, the swirling golden color a clear indicator that Agust was present at the moment. 

Hoseok watched with the corner of his lips pinched. Agust was out and that ruffled him greatly after the prince’s warning. Hoseok kept his eyes on the prince as he moved about and pulled different pieces of clothing from the wardrobe until he settled on a full outfit. The servants rushed to dress the prince and pulled his hair into a high ponytail, a golden clip in the shape of a dragon secured neatly at the base while a few strands hung at the sides of his face. 

The prince’s outfit was eye-catching. A blue blouse that buttoned all the way up to the neck with long sleeves dyed black a quarter of the way down that was fitted at the wrist with a thick black cuff. He wore black trousers that clung to his legs like a second skin that reached down into his leather boots. A blue kimono jacket with black silk bands lined the edges while black thread created an intricate pattern of larch flowers in a design that twisted and turned on the back. The kimono revealed part of the shirt worn below it before a thick black cloth band, which was held together by a golden dragon ornate pin kept the kimono closed. 

The prince’s eyes turned black once he looked at himself in the mirror and Hoseok whistled low before he spoke up. “Forgetting anything, your Highness?” He joked and Yoongi frowned as he stared at himself in the mirror once more.

“Where’s my manggeon?” The prince looked around and a servant hurried over with it before they wrapped it around his head, careful not to mess up the hair that framed his face.

“Why use a manggeon if your hair is already in your face?” Hoseok questioned teasingly and Prince Yoongi ignored him.

“Let’s go.”

Hoseok and the Prince headed for the training grounds and the prince was impressed to see the six men that came to the palace with the Princess all standing in formation. They greeted the prince with their arms crossed over their chests as they dropped into a bow. Prince Yoongi nodded his head and took in the uniform that the men wore. Half trousers that looked to be made from thin fabric and no shirts, only arm cuffs that had different tribal marks on them. The prince looked around and saw that more and more of his soldiers were on their way to the training grounds and Aga was nowhere in sight.

“Where is Aga?” The prince asked Hoseok and Hoseok grinned with a shrug of his shoulders. On the way to the training grounds, Hoseok noticed a bright yellow bird that wasn’t native to the land perched on a branch near the training grounds. He figured it was Aga’s true form when the bird looked right at him with those familiar pale-yellow eyes. 

Hoseok walked to the front of the formation and told the others to join in with their ranks. Daehyun soon took Hoseok’s place and explained how the day's training was to go about. Archery was first followed by swordplay and lastly, they were to battle in hand to hand combat. The prince scanned the courtyard for any sight of the Princess, and he saw none. He huffed and focused on the task at hand while Hoseok handed him his bow and quiver. Eight at a time the men lined up and took three shots at a target before they moved to the back of the line. When it was the prince’s turn, a lemon yellow bird flew down and perched on top of the target. 

The prince paid the bird no mind and lined his arrow up before he took a deep breath in and released the arrow on his exhale. The bird didn’t flinch when the arrow struck the center and the prince shot, two more times, each arrow hitting in the same place. Daehyun announced that archery was over, and servants quickly tidied up the grounds for the swordplay. The yellow bird flew over to Daehyun and shifted in mid-air. Aga’s large frame stood behind Daehyun, and everyone stared in wonder. There were not many shifters in their army.

“You are moving too slow! You would be dead if we were under attack!” Aga snapped and everyone jumped into action, swords in hands and back into formation. “In my land we use dummy wood to practice. There is no point in harming each other for the sake of skill. We do not hold back when we fight.  However, I understand the ways are different here.” Aga looked at Daehyun and the older man took over.

“I do not wish to see any of you truly harmed. I have great faith in your abilities, but the healer is here as a precaution.” 

Prince Yoongi licked his lips at the thought of a real challenge. Aga saw the way the prince got excited at the mention of a challenge, and he smirked. The prince was a dragon, he had power that flowed through his veins. Aga would enjoy knocking him down a few pegs. 

“Nil, vini pi devan."

Aga motioned for one of his warriors to come to the front and Nil broke rank easily. The man was young but strong. His copper colored skin shone in the early morning light and his navy black hair was pulled back into a bun that sat at the back of his head. Two jade disks the size of a tangerine, decorated his ear lobes and his ruby eyes were bright as he stared at the other men before him.

“This is Nil. He is one of my best fighters. He will demonstrate the moves I call out and then you will perform it yourself,” Aga explained and jumped right into calling out the different sword techniques. 

Aga had sat with Daehyun late last night and they created the list of what moves would best suit the army. As Aga called out the techniques in his mother tongue, Daehyun called them out in his own language. After an hour, Aga called for a break, and everyone took to the watering hole and ate a light breakfast.

A breeze cooled the sweat on the prince’s brow, and he titled his nose in the air as citrus and mint caught his attention. Prince Yoongi’s head snapped to the left and there the Princess sat on a bench under the shade of a parasol that Byulyi held. 

Today the Princess wore a cream colored sleeveless blouse that had pressed red and yellow tulips embroidered down the center, white shirt touching the ground with light pink and purple tulle on top and a matching cream colored cloth belt with tulips embroidered on it was wrapped around her waist. Ropes of small and large pearls strung on top of each other hung from the belt and were connected by a white rope of silk. At the ends of the ropes, purple and pink butterfly pendants made from purple garnet swayed with every movement the Princess made.

A cream, pink and purple tulle robe rested on her shoulders, the collar edged with purple silk to hold it all together. White flowers with baby blue, pink and purple ombre petals were stitched along the height of the wide sleeves of the robe. The Princess turned her head as she laughed at something Hyejin told her and Prince Yoongi swallowed harshly, his tongue suddenly felt too big for his own mouth. The Princess’s hair was wrapped in four loops at the back of her head that looked like butterfly wings and a large hair pin with a purple diamond and pink jadeite clemati held the loops in place. Six braids hung down from the back and each braid had pearls interwoven halfway up.

Their eyes locked for a moment and the Princess smiled as she nodded her head towards the prince in a small bow. The prince stepped towards the Princess and Aga’s voice sliced through the air.

“Rest time is over! Pick up your swords!”

“Ashii!” Prince Yoongi sucked his teeth and glanced at the Princess one last time before he walked back into the formation and stood beside Hoseok who had a large grin on his face. Two by two, everyone was called up to fight and when the prince’s name was called, he wasn’t surprised to be paired with Hoseok at all. His friend was the only one that wasn’t afraid to hurt him.

"Kòmanse!"

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