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Just a Taste – Chapter Eleven (Part 2)

Summary: You become the new donor for seven bloodthirsty idols, who seem to be way too interested in their new food source.

Pairing: OT7 x fem!Reader

Rating: Explicit (18+)

Warnings: (minor) character death, blood, gore, biting, physical abuse, swearing

Words: 3700

Chapters: prev. | epilogue [masterlist]

Info: It’s been nearly a year (again). Puh. This chapter is ... a chapter, i guess. i’m sorry. i’ll try to get the epilogue out this year, but who knows. thanks to all of you for sticking around! love, dana

Previously

“Maybe it’s a trap,” Jungkook says [...].

“We are more than ready to take any trap they might have set up, Jungkook,” Seokjin answers him. [...]

“Jin-hyung is right. We are one of the strongest covens out there and with the additional security we’ll be more than ready to take down a hunter and his little henchmen,” Namjoon agrees [...].

“But let’s not forget that Hanbin isn’t overly fond of his sister. To be honest – their bond wasn’t that strong at the airport,” Seokjin adds hesitantly. [...]

“So, let’s kill him before he can do something stupid like these village people,” Taehyung summarizes [...].

In your old room – bound to a chair – not super fan of your kidnapper brother – at the end of the day

“You do know that I’m not attending your wedding after this, right?” It’s pure despair at this point.

You are hungry, thirsty, and upset. Your wrists hurt and your brain feels like it’s fried from the inside. Night is approaching and you feel unsettled by both of your kidnappers being there and Bangtan not being there. It’s maddening.

Baram just snorts, but your brother looks at you like he wants to say something.

“I won’t even send a gift. Nothing!” you say. You hope you are alive long enough to ignore their wedding. But it feels like time is running out.

“Shut up, ____,” Baram hisses at you and Hanbin doesn’t intervene. He looks at you with regret in his eyes. “You’ve cost him everything.”

“Me? I’ve done nothing to warrant this! I’ve been nothing in your life, Hanbin! Just a sister you visited from time to time!” you were never a burden for long, you tell yourself. Your depression during university was handled by yourself. Your struggle with your future was your own.

“She doesn’t remember, Baram. It’s useless,” your brother says soothingly, but his fiancée doesn’t seem to agree.

“What am I not remembering?” you ask. The woman you liked not long ago looks at you with distain.

“Baram, don’t,” your brother urges her as she starts to talk.

“When then, Hanbin? They are nearly here. Should we end this before she acknowledges that she killed your parents with her stupidity?”

The feeling in your chest is worse than the emptiness in your stomach. Killed? Your own parents?

“That’s not true! I wasn’t even there when he died!” you shout. It can’t be true. Your dad died in a car accident while you were away. You still remember your brother calling you about it after they found him a day later.

You don’t say a word about your mother – because some part of you agrees with Baram. Your mother died because you were born. It took a long time before you didn’t blame yourself for it daily.

“You were, _____,” your brother intervenes.

“I was not. You called me! Remember?” you insist. You are not stupid. They are trying to brainwash you.

“It’s you who doesn’t remember. It was the first time you met Man-Joe. They let got of some of your memory. I’m kind of surprised you didn’t see it locked away in your visions.” Baram doesn’t sound surprised. But she does sound like she’s telling the truth.

“I-… why would they temper with my memories?” you ask, some of your anger leaving your voice to make room for ugly thoughts about the past.

“Because you weren’t ready. You couldn’t shoulder the responsibility,” your brother explains.

“Don’t talk to me in riddles! What responsibility? I was a student! I had nothing! I was nothing!”

“You followed us – sneaking right behind us while we hunted. And dad –,“ now Hanbin’s voice breaks as he takes a second to breathe, “we never saw them coming. And you – you just… you ruined everything!”

As if his words unlocked your memory, you can see the dark woods in front of you. It’s cold, but you feel the sweat running down your back nonetheless. The fight is rough, a handful of supernatural beings growling at the hunting party. And then they see you, smell you. It’s like time stops as your father’s eyes widen in fear. He knew you’d be used some day. But not today. His wife didn’t die to bear a prey that just… screwed up his plans. They were bigger than himself – to take down the next generation of the undead. Your blood was designed to lure them, not these henchmen.

So he rushes to you without second thought. His protection saves you that day, but at what cost? Your heart swells while you feel him, pushing you out of the circle before the vampires get to you. His warm breath fans across your face and it’s the last you will ever see of him – his eyes widen as he pushes you into another dimension, far away from the woods you always wanted to discover.

“_____?” your brother asks, some layer of worry in his tone. You are back in the present the second Baram hits you, again.

“Do you remember now, ____? Your fault killed your father. And now you’ll fulfill your promise.” Baram sounds unforgiving.

“What … what is my promise?” you ask, not more than a whisper pushing through your frightened lips.

It’s your brother answering as he takes his place next to your bound body.

“Eliminating the Bangtan clan. It’s the first step to eradicate the shadow world.”

Huh, but… your seven vampires don’t resemble all of the underworld, you think as your eyes flash to the incubus… and your goblin friend.

“They are not as good with politics as we are, ____,” your brother answers your unspoken thoughts.

“Imagine my surprise when even the king and queen helped getting you into Bangtan’s inner circle… His own parents!” Taehyung’s carefree smile places itself into your head.

“Well… mine bred me to lure seven deadly creatures out. Not sure who’ll win the award for best parenting,” you say.

It makes Baram chuckle before she suddenly stops, her eyes trained on the closed window. You feel how tensed Hanbin gets next to you, raising your own anxiety. And deep in your veins you feel them closing in.

“For what it’s worth, ______, I really thought things could have been different,” your brother whispers.

He remembers his hope as he saw you at the airport. He thought your bond was not that strong. Hanbin really thought he could get you out of this without hurting you – too much. But then he smelled you and saw Seokjin’s and Namjoon's protective stance behind you. And even when he ordered you to put distance between them… you just didn’t listen! You ran away!

“I know,” you lie as you hear their footsteps closing in. It’s not the time to be petty. And at the end of it, he’s your brother and you are close to dead.

Before the door bursts open you feel it – the needle Hanbin pushes into your tight. And then all hell breaks loose.

Jungkook was always their fastest runner. And he’s the one who smells your distress first. It’s bittersweet – to smell you for the first time in what feels like a whole lifespan is pure euphoria. And then his emotions bitter with your worry. You are coated in sadness, distress and pain. He has never wanted to hurt something as much as the source of your problems. His senses take over as he rushes into the room, his brothers right behind him. They’ve been running since their plane touched down. A whole army of trustworthy men are not too far away, but right now… his clan is alone.

“Stop!” he growls, but it’s too late. Jungkook sees the needle disappear in your flesh.

“Damn it!” Yoongi shouts and rushes right into the room. It’s only a millisecond till they are all there to see your wide eyes.

Your brother steps aside quickly, more than ready for this fight now that the poison is in your bloodstream. They won’t survive the bite, but you won’t survive if they don’t bite you. It’s brilliant, he thinks. Until it’s not.

“Don’t!” you scream when Seokjin tries to kneel by your side.

Why won’t you accept their help? Your brother questions, echoing Namjoon's thought.

“It's… it… it’ll kill you,” you say, but your voice breaks as a fresh wave of pain runs through your battered body.

“Shut up,” Jimin says, while Taehyung together with Hoseok circles in on Hanbin, who is… so confused by this situation. Man-Joe promised the bond was strong enough so the vampires couldn’t control their instinct to help you with their bite.

“I mean it, Jiminie. Stay. Away,” you say while your face shifts into a grimace. Jungkook can see the white leaving your eyes. All your veins are a sickly color and he’s just… helpless. Your words bind him, the last of your blood still singing in his body.

“This is just… ridiculous,” Baram huffs. Namjoon will often think about this moment for decades to come. Did Baram read the same story? Was it general knowledge? Or why did the mere speckle of a human pull out a knife and cut right across your throat?

Everything reddens in seconds and Namjoon hears your gurgled breath. You look at him with the fear of a whole world behind your eyes. And then he can’t see you anymore, because he’s too close to you.

They join him after the first bite. It only takes a moment before Bangtan crowds your body, pressing their sharp teeth into your sick skin.

Your blood tastes like death, Hoseok thinks. It’s the first time he tastes you and it is not the promising aphrodisiac Jungkook had talked about.

It tastes like the end.

Fifteen sun circles later – Seokjin’s bedroom in the Bangtan dorm

“You do know there is a possibility she’ll be just dead, right?” your sleepwalker says, only to earn a scoff from Jimin.

“Don’t let Jungkook hear you, he’ll drown in his own tears.”

“Not before I drown Yoongi-hyung first!” Jungkook shouts from another room. And the youngest vampire does not sound like he’s joking.

“I’m just saying. It’s been weeks. She’s not asleep – I’d know.” Yoongi knows for sure – he’s been standing in your dreamland bedroom every night, waiting for you. But it’s just chaos and blood in there. And emptiness. The rapper – notorious for his need for calm – has never felt so uncomfortable in a silent room.

“She lost a lot of blood, Hyung. She’s not sleeping, she’s recovering.”

“And don’t forget the poison, Jiminie,” Seokjin adds. “She bled to death right after they poisoned her, and we bit her to pieces.”

“Aren’t we all rays of fucking sunshine here,” Hoseok says, entering the room. You feel the bedroom swell with their presence and unspoken guilt. Still, you can’t move – your fingers as heavy as lead.

“I’m just trying to be realistic here. This little human has been without heartbeat for fifteen days. Maybe –“

“Don’t” now it’s Namjoon’s voice booming through the room.

“But” Yoongi tries again, but this time you can feel the room grow colder.

“No” It’s his final answer.

Namjoon has been awful. All of time has been fucked up by him in some way during the last two weeks. When they had a meeting – a rarity now that they officially went hiatus – the group would never arrive on time: either Namjoon had stopped the time unconsciously, or he didn’t synch their times with reality anymore. He’s getting careless, he thinks. But there is a dead human in their shared bedroom, so he’s cutting himself some slack.

Your heart feels it first, the moment that Yoongi leaves the room. It hurts – not more than death, but it still hurts. Hoseok follows him without a word.

“Come on, Hyung,” Namjoon says after another silence. “We have to get ready for the funeral.”

Funeral?

You hear Seokjin huff, but he gets up nonetheless. “Don’t you find it a bit too morbid to go to Man-Joe’s service? You know? Because we killed them?” Seokjin doesn’t sound apologetic at all.

The witch is dead – good, you think without remorse.

“It’s custom, you know that. Even Taehyung is coming,” the leader explains. So Taehyung isn’t here. That shouldn’t make you as sad as it does.

“I still cannot believe we have to call that prat king,” Seokjin says only for Jimin to snort next to you. King? Your Taehyung? Wasn’t he just a prince?

“Don’t let him hear that – it’s a great honor to be in the royal clan.” And Jimin is not disappointed that his friend, the king, didn’t want his protection right now. But Taehyung has been more than clear as he commanded his shadow to stay by your side.

“Hey, every discount is a plus for me. I just hate the idea of all the different engagements we have to attend in the next centuries,” Seokjin answers.

“well, let’s let him stabilize the kingdom first, hm? Remember the madness at court right after Taehyung killed his father and mother for their involvement? I’ve never seen so many vampires in uproar. It’s a wonder everything calmed down that soon after the change of power.” Namjoon sounds impressed.

And he is proud of his packmate. He knows Kim Taehyung is going to be the king their kin deserves. But that doesn’t eliminate the bitter taste of not having him here, now, in their den with you. It’s just not right.

“Goodbye ________,” Namjoon whispers and kisses your cold forehead before leaving. Before your brain can try to feel his touch, Seokjin adds his kiss as well. Then they are both gone.

“You know, _________, when I first got turned I never left my shadow,” Jimin tells you as his fingers brush your hair. It must be filthy, but Jimin doesn’t mind.

“I just stayed glued to Taehyung’s backside. It was… freeing in some way. To not feel, to not be felt. I’ve… never felt that far away from myself … until now, _____.” You can hear the tears in Jimin’s voice before they drop on your undead skin.

“I know you don’t know us that well – it’s been… rough with us. I know. But… _____, we can be good. This can be good.” His hands are wrapped around your wrist.

“Just… don’t stay there. Life… can be good.” His lips press against your pulse point, unmoving. You drift away again, thinking about shadows and crowns.

You want to tell Yoongi that he shouldn’t move around so much in his sleep – he’ll wake up Jungkook. But the Maknae clings to you, stone dead asleep. Both of them are pressed against your sides on the bed. It must have been days later; you feel the time on your skin.

The sleepwalker shifts again, brushing your bare arm before his hand touches your neck. His fingers dance across your skin, frantic and desperate. Jungkook on the other hand is not moving an inch. His nose is pressed against your collarbone and his lips touch the swell of your breast.

You try to move your arm to sooth Yoongi. But your limbs are not cooperating. Instead, you can feel him waking up.

“Damn it,” he curses and releases the hold of your neck. “How toxic can a single mind be?” he mutters as he sits up in the bed. Jungkook must have had enough because you can hear him next.

“You shouldn’t do that, Hyung.” The Maknae says, not unkind, but wiser than he is. Yoongi chuckles.

“it’s easier said than done, Jungkookie.”

“Nobody makes you visit Hanbin’s dreams, Yoongi-ssi,” Jungkook reminds him. Your… your brother is alive?

“I know,” Yoongi answers tight lipped.

“But… she’s alive there, Maknae.” Yoongi sounds wistful as Jungkook sucks in a harsh breath.

“His… his mind is so ill. And this person is… so terrible, Jungkookie. But… most nights… he still dreams of her.”

“Maybe he’s just torturing you. Maybe he’s dreaming about her by design,” Jungkook says. Your brother dreams of you? After everything he’s done to you? The audacity!

“I’m lying next to her corpse, Maknae. I think he’s got the torture aspect covered.”

Jungkook doesn’t answer for a long time. But when he does, he sounds indifferent – like he made peace with something.

“What are the dreams about?”

“Snippets,” Yoongi says, “Just… normal moments of their childhood. Sometimes he’s visiting her in university. Sometimes she’s crying. Other times she’s smiling brightly. She… she makes a mean fish soup. And… she can lip-sync really well to Adele. And she’s… she’s so alive, Jungkook.”

You feel Jungkook pressing his body closer to yours. His breath is traveling across your skin, and it feels oh so comforting.

“He’s showing me all the things I’ll never experience and it… sucks.” Yoongi’s voice is clouded with regret, and you can feel the tremble in his body as he covers you. His chest presses against yours and you can only imagine how Jungkook soothes the rapper. Yoongi’s hair tickles your chin, and you try to give him more room, but you can’t. His lips against your skin are wet from tears and spit.

It’s an uncomfortable night.

“Can you even imagine that, ____?” Hoseok sounds more upbeat than you feel, lying there while the rapper washes your hair.

“Taehyung-ie looked so cool on his throne. It’s the one thing he didn’t want… but he looks so cool.” You never would have imagined Jung Hoseok being this caring with hair product. But the idol massages the conditioner in with care.

Warmth shines on your face and you are not sure if it’s Hoseok’s magical smile or the actual sun. Still, it warms you.

“I just can’t believe they let your brother live. Don’t get me wrong,” he says, “I am normally not the person pro violence. But come on… after what he did to you? To us?”

Some of the conditioner lands on your cheek and you try to wipe it away, without success. But it only takes a moment for Hoseok to notice. Fastly, the rapper kisses the conditioner away.

“Bah,” he says and you can feel his grimace because some of the light leaves the room. “That looked way more romantic in my imagination. Who designs these? That tasted like … soap.”

You want to tell him that conditioner is indeed some kind of soap. But you stay silent.

“Well… Taehyung says it’s all politics. How we should show mercy. Take the higher ground. But… come on… Hanbin – in prison while you are… like this?” Hoseok sounds mad. It doesn’t suit him.

Nobody has talked about Baram. You wonder if she died during the fight. And then you wonder if you even care anymore – you don’t. It doesn’t matter if Hanbin is in prison or dead. It doesn’t matter as long as he is far away from you. Resentment isn’t good for your soul. It clouds judgement.

Hoseok stops talking until he rinses out your hair. It gives your brain time to think about punishment and responsibilities. And family.

“______,” Hoseok begins as he dries your hair, “If you can hear me… I just… we’ll take care of you till the end of time, you know? And that’s not just because we have the lord of time in our clan. But… because time is important. And family is important, too. I don’t care who your brother is. You’re our family. You’re ours.”

If you weren’t dead, you would have cried.

“At first I didn’t want to come,” the vampire says softly into the darkened room.

All of Bangtan is out – even with their hiatus they have to hold a charity concert when the president tells them to. You had never heard that much shouting, poor Jungkook was that close to throwing up at the thought of leaving you alone. But it’s been a month. You started to smell a week ago. That was the day that Seokjin broke his hand while punching the wall in his fury.

“I… I mean, what right do I have to be here?”

All of Bangtan is out, except for Kim Taehyung. Officially, he’s being treated for appendicitis. Unofficially, the new king of vampires is standing in front of your bed.

“Bangtan has been my life since Namjoon bit me. It’s everything for me. And then I had to play this stupid game with Jungkookie and Jiminie. I … I put you in danger without knowing you existed. And… I did it again, that day you died.” There is too much pain in his voice for a mortal to endure. You nearly shudder at his words.

The silence echoes around the walls while the vampire king sits at the end of your bed.

“Yoongi-hyung told me about you – how you decay without speed. How there is still hope in my brothers while you continue to be dead.” It’s soothing to know that Taehyung talked to Yoongi.

In the last month everybody had only talked of him like he’s some foreign figure and not their kin.

“I saw you die, ______. One time in your vision, one time in real life and a hundred times since then. Every time I close my eyes, I see your death. It’s my own punishment for letting you go, for not protecting what was not legally mine to begin with.”

You try to contradict him, but you can’t speak.

“it’s only right that I’ll see you die one last time.”

In a way you knew this couldn’t last. You’ve been unresponsive for thirty days, now your flesh is starting to rot. It’s only logical to make this limbo end. You just thought you had more time.

“Seokjin-hyung isn’t sure it’ll work, but Yoongi-ssi is positive. Your corpse is too weak to resist my kiss of death. It’ll… bring closure for you, ______.”

Some time ago you were so afraid of Kim Taehyung and his power. Now it’s oddly soothing to know he’ll end this with his touch.

“The others will be… so mad,” he says, now moving closer to you. His aura is stormy and dark, but you still see the man who blended your concealer, who lit up the stage, who faced the past with you. It’s a good thought to die on.

“Please, take heart, _______,” Taehyung whispers as he leans over your body. And then you feel the final kiss of Bangtan against your lips.

It’s painful – letting go. But you didn’t know how painful beginning was, until now. Fire licks inside your lungs and the cells in your head jump across your brain in maddening speed. Your fingertips itch like thousands of ants are living under your nails. Everything hurts.

So you open your undead eyes and scream.

again, thank you for reading! it means a lot. this story has been a part of me for so long, it feels weird to post the last “real” chapter. i hope you enjoyed the ride and i answered some of your open questions! i’ll try to fit some smut in the epilogue! love, dana

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taeyohonic · 2 years

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control. (8)

summary: min yoongi has everything: fame, respect, money, and his manager. and the idol will do anything to keep these things.

pairing: idol!min yoongi x fem.manager!reader

warnings in general: yandere tendency, submissive/passive reader, mean min yoongi, “dark”/unrealistic version of bighit/hybe, alternative timeline (bighit/hybe has a board, bv season 4 is set after the grammy nom,… stuff like that.)

warnings for this chapter: alcohol, reflection of the sexual acts from last chapter

ratings: overall m (please read the warnings!)

words: 2700

links: prev. next [masterlist]

info: read it, don’t live it. yandere stories should be fictional for a reason

“that cannot be right,” yoongi teases, chin resting on your shoulder. you huff, but don’t comment while erasing the letters on your crossword puzzle.

you’re sitting on the floor padded by one of the couch cushions that yoongi laid out for you as you stumbled out of his bedroom half an hour ago.

the idol is spread across the couch, laying on his stomach. occasionally, he moves closer to you to breathe in the smell behind your neck.

“maybe try ‘tang’,” he tries again after he sees how unforgiving you chew on his pen. you huff again, but damn it… ‘tang’ does fit perfectly. better than your ‘zhou’.

“i don’t want your help. i can manage that on my own,” you say, childishly hiding the puzzle by pressing it to your chest.

now it’s the rapper who huffs at your answer. “it’s not help if it’s from me.”

and you remember how gentle he applied the ointment on your bruised skin last night, how soft his embrace was as the both of you fell asleep. yeah, yoongi doesn’t help you – he just tries to redeem himself.

“do you want some iced tea?” he asks when you don’t respond. the sun is high up in the sky and you turn slowly to him. he is close, so close you can see the sunlight on his skin. you nod in answer and see his lips turn up. there is a moment you feel his lips on your cheek. but it’s gone before you can think about it for too long. yoongi doesn’t kiss your cheeks. it must have been the sun.

“tell me again why this,” you point to one microphone in front of you, “isn’t as good as this?”

you are really not trying to tell the min yoongi what equipment he can and cannot buy. but the two microphones are one diamond necklace apart pricewise. and you distinctly remember seeing the logo of the cheaper one in his studio last time you’ve visited.

“_______, these two aren’t even in the same tax class,” yoongi says slowly like he’s talking to a child and takes the cheaper microphone out of your hand.

the both of you are the only ones in the store. it’s now late afternoon because neither yoongi nor you wanted to get up after he brought back your iced tea and some snacks.

but the store manager can’t close the store any day, so when he called to tell yoongi about the new products arriving today, he reluctantly got up and you with him.

“okay, then we’ll buy the ridiculously expensive one,” you say defeated and grab for the carton. the idol just chuckles at your tone as the both of you make your way to the cash register.

the store manager looks at yoongi with heart eyes still not believing his luck at having the superstar in his store.

“we’ll take that,” you say in greeting and with an air of distance. you’re not here in your free time. this is work. you even have your hybe badge on your jeans that barely fit over your sensitive skin. it was sheer luck that you had some clothes at yoongi’s place, you think.

the manager doesn’t look at you, but he does take the microphone out of your hands. it alright, you tell yourself. next to the idol you are invisible. with your now free hands you rummage through your bag to get the company credit card out to pay for the new equipment.

but before you can pull it out, yoongi reaches across the isle with his own black credit card. you remember the first time one of the members tried to use that on a vending machine and how confused jungkook looked at the ‘declined’ sign.

“that’s your personal card, yoongi-ssi,” you inform the idol. he just shrugs at you while the man in front of him rings the card through check-out.

“it’s for my personal studio at home – why should the company pay for that?” he explains aloof.

it’s for his private studio? but then why are you even –

“she’ll carry it,” yoongi says and turns around before the clerk can even give him back his card. the superstar leaves the store and you behind. in front of the store, you see jae open the car door for yoongi. the driver is looking at the store front and for a moment your eyes meet. then he gets into the car himself before driving off with the idol.

“miss?” the store manager asks, not in the mood now that his idol vanished without so much as a second glance. you sigh, not really expecting much from yoongi, but still slightly annoyed at him for leaving you here alone.

you thank the man and collect yoongi’s things before leaving yourself. for a moment you are at a loss: should you go back to his place and drop off the microphone? you look at your watch. the sun won’t be up much longer, and you haven’t been home since before the award show.

as you make up your mind you order the next uber to get you home. you’ll be careful with his possessions.

“you” sunhee kisses your hair.

“are” sunhee kisses your cheek.

“the” sunhee kisses your nose.

“best” sunhee kisses your other cheek.

“roommate” sunhee kisses your lips.

“ever” sunhee hugs you so tight that you squeal.

“what – why?” you ask, no air between your words, courtesy to her vice grip.

you haven’t even let go of yoongi’s bag or your keys. but your roommate didn’t care and jumped at you the second the door closed behind you.

“what do you want, ____? tell me and it’ll happen! my firstborn? ice cream? world peace?” she asks and starts to sway the both of you, still hugging you a bit too hard.

“the firstborn in a cone, please,” you answer as you try to wiggle yourself free. “and a bit of help with my paper,” you add. with how mad your professor was acting last time, you need all the help you can get. even if you have no clue why she’s this thankful.

“_____,” sunhee starts and releases you. she looks you deep in the eyes, more serious than you want her to be., “i’ll carve your paper in stone for the kim woo bin autograph you got me.”

now her eyes flash to the wall in your living room and you see the framed poster of the actor, scribbled with some handwritten words. how, you think flabbergasted. you didn’t even talk to him.

“it’s not here.” mr. yang’s voice sounds frantic, and you need a second to blink the sleep out of your eyes. a piece of paper is stuck to your cheek as you see your roommate asleep on the couch next to you. there are open books and your two laptops scattered around the coffee table. the screens are the only light source in your flat. it’s a typical university students set up – the only thing missing is cheap instant food and some even cheaper coffee.

“_____? are you even listening?” your boss is not speaking quietly, so your half-awake body moves on its own to let sunhee sleep in peace.

“sorry, what?” you ask when you’re safely in the kitchen. you really have to tidy this place, you think absently as you see the tower of dirty dishes by the sink.

“the microphone, ____! what do you think i’m talking about?” he hisses and you flinch at his words. he can’t talk about the same microphone that sits idly next to your front door, still sealed.

“but… it’s for yoongi-ssi’s private studio, not the hybe one,” you say in a whisper.

at first your boss just laughs, then he gets really angry.

“even if, _____, even if… it’s neither here nor at his home. i sent someone half an hour ago to check. which leaves only one possibility: you took his 4.000.000 won microphone back to your own home.” mr. yang let’s his last words blend into silence.

“tell me i’m wrong,” he orders, but you can’t.

“i'll… i’ll” there is bile rising in your throat. mr. yang is rarely this mad. “i’ll be there in twenty minutes. i promise,” you vow and run to get your slippers. you are praying that the night bus will be waiting for you.

“don’t bother, _____. i already sent someone to get you.” you do have to throw up after your boss hangs up, but its fast and efficient. you rush down the steps with a mint between your lips and your heart beating fast. the mic is tugged close to your chest as you look for a familiar company car.

you don’t find any sleek suv, or even the familiar face of jae. then, a bright red mini cooper blinks from across the street.

“hurry, _____!” hoseok whisper-shouts with the windows rolled down.

you fasten your steps and get in the car swallowing down your mint after biting it to pieces.

“what is a legal intern doing at three in the morning running errands for management?” you ask in greeting, not unkind, just surprised.

hoseok doesn’t waste time and starts to drive on the empty street.

“what is a management part timer doing with min yoongi’s equipment at home?” he fires back with a cheeky smile.

you chuckle, not ready to share too much with your new acquaintance… or friend?

“i grabbed some iced tea for you on the way here,” he says, pointing at the melting plastic cup that you overlooked until now.

okay… friend seems to be fair.

“should i deliver it to mr. min?” hoseok asks as the both of you step into the empty elevator.

for a second you are flabbergasted – nobody ever offered anymore. if there is something to bring to min yoongi, nobody dares to do it with you in the same room. one time the idol just dropped the documents, delivered by a senior coworker of yours, directly at their feet. only after you got on your knees to help them sort the dozen pages of legal documents did he move.

it was a lonely lunch in the cafeteria that day.

“you know… because you have to smooth things over with mr. yang? the guy who pays your paychecks? short? glasses that could be vases for tiny flowers? that mr. yang?”

this hoseok doesn’t know that as long as min yoongi wants you here, you stay.

“maybe i’ll apologize to the multibillion won superstar first,” you mumble, only to add: “but thanks for offering, hoseok-ssi.”

“you don’t have to be so formal, _____. let’s drop the honorifics, shall we?”

there is a time and place to think about the blush coloring your cheeks at his words. but it’s not now when you arrive at yoongi's floor.

with a swift bow you flee from the elevator, hearing him laugh loudly behind you.

the door to the genius lab is laughing you in the face as well as you shift in front of the entrance. you brain is still catching up tonight - yoongi's demand for the mic at this hour is more than suspicious. but your thoughts can’t untangle themselves. and then the door opens without warning.

“_______-noona!” jungkook exclaims, way too excited for half past four in the morning. his eyes shine and his smile stretches so wide, you can see how tight his lips have to stretch.

“jeon jungkook-ssi, are you drunk?” you ask. his face breaks into a laugh, answering you without words.

“it's all yoongi-hyung’s fault!” jimin shouts from inside, making you flinch at the volume.

jungkook has pushed you inside before you can blink. the studio is dimly lit, but you’d recognize the heartthrob and your rapper even in darkness. both are stretched across the couch you’ve been fucked on and forgotten.

the memory tastes bitter.

“yah, don’t touch her!” yoongi's voice is cold as he stares daggers at jungkook’s hand on your shoulder. the maknae let’s go at once, skidding to his spot on the floor.

“come on, he’s just a kid,” jimin says and takes a swing out of his beer bottle.

“doesn’t matter,” yoongi answers and kicks his bandmate under the couch table.

“hi,” you say when nobody talks to you. you are still standing in the room without purpose. the mic! you take a few steps closer and push the sealed box into yoongi’s lap, before bowing in apology.

“i’m so, so sorry about the mix up, yoongi-ssi. it won’t happen again.”

you know even sleep deprived and with the aftertaste of cheap iced tea on your tongue that you are not totally innocent. still, bowing to an intoxicated idol who on a whim wants another mic – the three sitting at his desk clearly not enough – in the middle of the night, feels unjust.

said idol pushes the box back into your hands.

“put it on the desk.” you nod, wordlessly following his orders. now you are done here, you think, dreaming of your soft bed at home.

“join us,” yoongi says. you are so shocked that you don’t even notice jungkook’s wide eyes nor jimin’s blank expression. you only look at the idol with flushed cheeks.

yoongi must have worked out and changed because the rapper is dressed in his post workout cloths, the dark grey joggers and a white oversized t-shirt. his hair is insane, waves all around his head. it looks so… soft.

you move in autopilot, pushing past jungkook to sit down between jimin and yoongi. the latter moves further away from you, making it all the more clear how much you don’t fit in this circle.

but then yoongi winds his arm around your shoulders, only to push with his palm against your shoulder blade – the same spot that is marked with his bruising kiss from the day before. you flinch, the pain still too fresh to be ignored.

and then yoongi begins to rub soothing circles across the same spot he abused. it feels more intimate than it looks, you tell yourself as you watch jungkook take another sip of his beer.

“are you excited for new zealand, noona?” it’s now jimin who talks to you while yoongi does not even look in your direction, but the movement of his fingers falters.

you smile sadly. the only way for you to be able to join is if your professor really, truly drops you from his class. you still have some begging in you and some dignity to lose. still, you know what an honor it is to be able to travel with the boys. and bon voyage is always your pick-me-up show to binge on rainy days.

“are you?” you answer back in a timid whisper. your interaction with the other boys is strange. there is a sense of familiarity and kindship – like when you helped kim taehyung. other times, you feel too far away to even see them clearly.

jungkook begins to rant before jimin can even answer. something about snowmobiles and sunsets. the maknae paints a drunken picture of a true vacation instead of admitting that it’s just a nicer working space for them. it’s so boyish and carefree that you can’t hide your smile.

it’s when both him and jimin fight about some camper bed that you feel your eyes drop. it’s when yoongi moves on from your shoulder and rubs your neck in slow circles that you feel yourself slip away.

“don’t look at her,” yoongi says harshly, seeing jimin’s eyes on your sleeping form.

“what? now i’m not even allowed to look?” the other idol fires back. both men don’t care to be quiet. jungkook and you have been asleep for half an hour and yoongi can feel your steady heartbeat against his side.

“jealousy doesn’t become you, jimin-ssi.”

“insanity doesn’t become you either, min yoongi-ssi.”

_____

a/n: sorry, i was in korea and then school started again and life is a bitch. hope you enjoyed this chapter! love, dana

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