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Weightless;; KSJ

Word Count;; 6.3k

Genre;; Yandere + Sci-Fi Horror [Alien Series AU]

Pairing;; Seokjin x F!Reader

Summary;;

There’s something aboard the ship. The crew refuses to comment on it, paid to act like everything is smooth sailing despite the obvious, but you’ve heard it. In the dead of night, when the partying comes to an end and your fellow guests retire to their rooms, screams echo from deep within the bowels of the Ishimura.

It’s only a matter of time before it comes for you. Even now you can hear it breathing, whispering, groaning. Laying awake on your bed, you stare into the overhead vent. It’s there you always find them - floating eyes amidst the endless dark.

Warnings;;

Umm, Alien-typical content, yandere-typical content. Death (no MCD), violence, drugging, gore, horror, suspense, mental breakdowns, etc etc

SPACE HORROR!! No one can hear you scream in space! There's nowhere to run in space! muhahaha!

Notes;;

This is for @taetaecherub's Fear Festival BTS Halloween Collab! <3 Don’t forget to check out the other works - they’re gonna be great! Also I love you if you picked up on any of the references in this! It's packed full of them!!

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Weightless.

When you awake, you’re weightless. Free, light, unburdened – it’s as if you’re floating in space. A sense of serenity befalls you. Taking a deep breath, you suck down the artificial air and hold it deep within your lungs.

There’s something off about the crew. They haven’t been acting right ever since the outing on Feros. You exhale through parted lips. Desperate whispers shared in dark corners, mouths sealed shut behind trembling lips, eyes wide with the unspeakable knowledge, the horrendous truth of what happened that “uneventful” day.

Another inhalation of not-quite-perfect oxygen. It’s almost indistinguishable from Earth’s air and yet… you know. Perhaps that’s the only reason it bothers you. You know it isn’t natural. It sits heavy in your chest. If only you had caught a glimpse of the passenger they carted down to medical. Without something concrete, you have nothing to investigate. An insistent burn tickles your lungs. Asking everyone you see if they know of a missing guest is proving futile. Just as your chest is ready to burst, you release your breath.

Enough is enough.

Today is the day you get your answers.

After filling up with another large breath, your eyes drift open. It’s quiet now. Well, the screaming has quieted down at least. Early mornings are the best time to reflect on the information you’ve gathered thus far for this exact reason. The gravity in your room is off, allowing you to float with only your tether keeping you within reach of your bed. There’s a steady, rhythmic rasp from within the overhead vent and its consistency lulls you into a meditative state. Focusing on the unblinking pair of eyes staring down at you through the metal grate, you allow your mind to wander.

It’s been a week since the day trip to Feros, a boring little planet with a tiny little human settlement and a massive science lab. You heard they didn’t even let anyone inside the high-tech facility, claiming to be on the brink of a breakthrough with no time to entertain ‘rich little monkeys’. And after hearing extensive complaining for three days straight, you couldn’t say you disagreed. Everyone aboard the cosmic cruise lay somewhere on the egotistical spectrum. Self-involved to a sickening degree, not one person batted an eye as they recalled how distant and dreary the colonists appeared.

The few that provided anything useful were easily the worst people you’ve ever had the displeasure of talking to. On the fourth day of snooping you found yourself sneaking into the V.I.P lounge. A special place for the special elite, it reeked of wealth. Art lined the walls. Alcohol of every colour glistened and beckoned. Gold trim couches and crystal tables reflected beams of ‘daylight’ from the chandeliers. The whole room glowed as scantily dressed women hand-fed the guests fresh grapes. Fresh. So much for the hydroponics failing. After circling the outskirts of the room and coming up empty handed, you swallowed your nerves and threw yourself into the lion’s den.

In the centre of the lounge was a man and a woman. At first glance they appeared normal enough – the man wore a casual suit jacket, red dress shirt and blue jeans, while the woman sported a pink fringe and bun, with a hairpin to keep it in place, and a dark undercut. Her clothes resembled an army officer’s but you couldn’t place which military they belonged to. Aside from a modest silver chain around the man’s neck, their attire wasn’t extravagant.

Their personalities, on the other hand, left something to be desired.

“Can you tell me about the colonists? Did anything seem off?”

The woman, Yuma, scoffed. “Useless and weak.”

She crossed her arms and looked out the window. Millions of miles of distant, flickering stars laid beyond the glass. No ships, no planets, no moons – only empty space. When Yuma didn’t elaborate further, you glanced at her companion. Legs spread wide, he slouched in his chair with a cigar in hand. Actual, honest to God smoke wisped from the tip. The ventilation system overhead whirled as it filtered out the cancerous pathogen.

“What about you?” you asked, flicking your head in his direction. “See anything odd?”

“Why do you ask, princess? Did you see anything?”

You recognised his voice before his face. His South African drawl was impossible to ignore. “I wouldn’t be asking if I had, Volker.”

He grinned but there was nothing amiable in his voice as he spoke, “Well, aren’t you cute? If your boyfriend wasn’t such a pain in the arse, I’d teach you a thing or two about manners.”

“Boyfriend? I don’t have a–”

“Pisshole of a planet, it was. I stood in cow shit the moment we disembarked.” Hoyt blew cigar smoke into your face. “Those shoes were my favourite, too. I had a local hunt the croc and everything.”

You coughed. “But what about the people?”

“Who fucking cares?”

Narrowing your eyes at him, you opened your mouth to respond when a slimy ‘excuse me, doll’ met your ears. A shudder crawled down your spine as he grew louder, inched closer. His breath warmed your neck and his fingers trailed down your body as he sidled behind you.

“Everyone knows you have to crack a few eggs to make an omelette.”

“What does that mean?” you said, fighting to keep the anger out of your voice as you turned your head toward the newcomer.

Scotch in hand, he plopped down on a leather chair. It groaned under his plump weight. Eyes glued to the curve of your ass, he sipped his drink. Ice clinked in the glass. With a wave of his hand he summoned one of the girls to his side. They moved in clockwork tandem; he parted his fat lips and she slipped a grape onto his tongue. Despite the illegal activities you suspected of the other two, McKay was by far the worst of the three: a serial imperialist.

“All I’m saying is those scientists are doing good work.”

“Waste of perfectly good ‘eggs’.” Hoyt muttered as he rose to his feet. He brushed off imaginary dirt before walking toward you. While not exceptionally tall, his presence compensated for what he lacked in inches. The closer he approached, the smaller you felt. Despite his slender frame you bounced back when his shoulder collided with yours. Not bothering to stop or acknowledge the hit, he continued, “They could fetch a nice price, that lot.”

Yuma snorted, shaking her head. “They’re too weak to work. Not worth the money.”

Hoyt departed with a dismissive wave. You refocused your attention on McKay. It might be unwise to keep your back to a woman like Yuma, but you were willing to take that risk.

“How do you know they’re doing good work?”

McKay ignored you. “Now, now, Ms. Lau. They have worth.”

“If they can’t work even a simple colony, what good are they to anyone?”

“Well,” he began, gaze landing on you as he wet his lips, “I can think of a thing or two their bodies can be used for.”

“You fucking—”

“Idiot,” Yuma growled, ending the conversation as she flipped McKay off.

Now three days later you’re no closer to figuring out just what the hell is going on. But you have faith. Faith in yourself, faith in your investigation, faith in the medical bay and the files it holds. Today is the day everything comes to a head.

“They can’t keep their secrets any longer,” you whisper to the vent. What it whispers back you don’t know. You don’t care to know, either. “Time to go.”

It’s your imagination, it has to be, but you swear the eyes burn brighter for a mere second before they fade away completely. The steel walls of the ventilation shafts offer no sound other than a consistent thump as your monster retreats. You consider pursuing it but fear holds you back. Just because it hasn’t attacked you yet doesn’t mean it won’t. It could be biding its time.

Watching.

Waiting.

The walk down to the medical wing takes much too long. You passed many people along the way, most of whom didn’t acknowledge you in the slightest, but you had to be careful. The last thing you needed were witnesses. With your head down and your eyes averted, you used less-travelled corridors and stuck to the ‘slums’. Even so, your luck took a turn for the worse the moment you ran into none other than Sean McKay.

Fraternising with the lower upper class, champagne flowed around him as he flitted from housewife to housewife. Even the rich yearn for greater wealth, it seemed, and McKay was nothing if not a money bag. Your fellow guests flocked to him, buttering him up with unwarranted compliments while allowing his sleazy hands to wander. Unable to hide your distaste, your lips turn upward into a snarl. Of course, that was the moment he decided to look up from his plethora of women. Your eyes locked with his for half a second and that was all it took. Recognition lit up across his features as he waddled across the room.

“Sean darling,” a middle-aged woman whined after him, “have you seen Camilla? She’s been missing for–”

“Didn’t we chat in the V.I.P lounge?” McKay’s voice boomed as he called to you. “What brings a special little lady like you down here?”

Everyone’s attention landed on you. Envy fueled their glares. Like a pack of wolves, they encircled you. Shifting from side to side, you exhaled sharply. “I could ask the same of you.”

“You know, I never did catch your name, darling.”

Your fist tightened into a ball. Readying yourself to go down swinging, you zeroed in on his nose. One good hit and it would break. Blood would spurt down his greasy face and dark rings would form around his eyes, making him look like a grotesque racoon-pig hybrid. It would be worth it… but only on a personal level.

“I can’t believe you’d forget my name so easily,” you sighed, turning on your heels.

“But I didn’t forget,” he huffed as he jogged toward you, practically glueing himself to your side. “You never told me.”

“No, you are mistake–”

Your body jerked to a stop. Stubby fingers latched around your wrist. His palm chafed your skin as he yanked you back. Dark, beady eyes narrowed as he searched your face. Willing yourself to appear neutral, your jaw loosened and your forehead relaxed. It worked. He chuckled.

"You sure are a pretty little thing. How about we discuss your identity, your real identity, up in my suite? I'm sure we can work something out–"

"Honey!" Your eyes widened at the familiar voice. "There you are. I've been looking everywhere for you." With an exaggerated groan, your nuisance of a friend crossed the room in a few short strides. Several of the women murmured his name as he passed, pink tinging their cheeks. "Come now, we're late. Oh, who is this? A friend of yours?"

Seokjin extended his hand. With great reluctance, the older man shook it. "McKay. Sean McKay. You've probably heard of me."

"Hmm." Seokjin tilted his head. After a moment, he clicked his fingers together. Turning the full effect of his dazzling smile onto you, he sidled up beside you, pushing McKay out of the way. "Is this that famous dressmaker you were talking about, baby?" You shook your head but it didn’t deter him. "I can't thank you enough for accepting our request. When we discovered her wedding dress missing from our luggage, we were devastated."

McKay failed at hiding his sneer. He mentioned something about his industries and whatnot, laying out his resume to an audience that had no interest in it. After a while he trailed off, clearing his throat to excuse himself before storming out of the room. If he expected someone to follow, none did. And while the glares sent in your direction had intensified, some faded to awe-stricken swooning. Seokjin, after all, was quite the sight.

"Why’d you say that?" you muttered, kicking his shoe. It was probably worth more than most people's homes.

He shrugged before pulling you into a suffocating hug. Fingers carded through your hair as he petted your head. "It felt right to me.”

“If you say so,” you laughed, disentangling your limbs from his, “darling.”

Seokjin stiffened at the word and you took the opportunity to walk away.

And now he hasn’t left your side. Which is putting a massive dampener on your investigation. You’ve walked past the medical wing thrice, each time with Seokjin in tow. No matter the excuse he remains, clinging to you like a koala. If he held you any tighter your arm would fall off. Shaking him off is futile because he just comes right back. You’re coming up on the door yet again and the guard outside is stroking his rifle like it’s an extension of himself.

It’s now or never.

“Listen, Jin. I’ve got some things I need to do today so why don’t we meet back up later?”

“It’s fine. I’m not busy today.”

He smiles at you and your heart skips a beat. Everyone always tells you how beautiful and perfect he is, and how lucky you are to have him as a friend, but you’ve never thought much about it. About him.

“Well, I need to… it doesn’t matter.”

His smile widens into a grin and a single thought pervades: the world truly does shine brighter with him in it.

There’s an irritated sigh from the guard when you pause a few feet ahead of him. “You two again. Do you need something?”

“Yeah, let us through,” you say, taking a step forward. He tightens his hold around the rifle’s grip. Pausing, you raise your brow. “Please?”

“This area is off limits.”

“Why?”

“There was an incident. Don’t worry about it.”

“Okay, but why?”

“If there’s nothing else?” He gestures to the side and your face sets into a frown.

“Thanks for nothing, asshole.”

When you turn to leave, a spark shoots past you. While your brain races to process what the blue light could be, your body reacts on its own. Throwing yourself against the wall, you drop to the ground and throw your hands above your head. Pained grunting fills the corridor. It’s overshadowed by a constant electric hiss. After a solid minute, both sounds cease, only to be replaced by the loud thud of flesh meeting metal.

Looking back at the guard, you gasp. “What the fuck?”

He lay passed out on the floor. Seokjin kicks his leg, stun gun aimed at the man’s head all the while. The guard doesn’t move. With a beaming grin, Jin gives you a thumbs up.

“What the fuck, Jin!” you shout, staggering to your feet. “Why did you do that? How do you even have that?”

“You need to get in here, right?” You give him a hesitant nod. “Then let’s go.”

“We’re going to be thrown into the brig for this. We are so fucked!”

Swiping the keycard off the guard, he opens the door to the medical wing. “If there’s anyone left to throw us in.”

“What… what do you mean?”

He sighs, and when you increase the distance with a shaky step back, he lunges at an incredible speed. Fingers snaking around your wrist, he yanks you forward, ushering you toward the truth you were so desperate to find. Unease whirls within your gut. There’s no traffic down the long hall. The lights are dull and there’s an occasional flicker of red overhead – the emergency alarm system is activated but emitting no sound.

In fact, everything is dead silent.

“I know you’ve seen it, too.”

Heart racing, the blood pounding against your eardrums almost drowns his words out. Almost. The uneasy churning of your gut returns in full force and nausea overwhelms you. Something is wrong. Where are all the doctors? The other guards?

Seokjin sets a brisk pace. His dark hair ripples and sways with each step. You can’t see his face as he leads you deeper down the shadowy corridor. Every door you pass is closed. No light leaks from under their thresholds. Without thinking, you raise your hand to touch his hair, to see if it’s as soft as it looks, but you jolt back when you hear a loud clang.

Metal against metal, your first thought is that of a tray hitting the ground. Several smaller clanks follow, like surgical instruments splaying across the floor. You come to a stop behind Seokjin. His broad shoulders shield you from whatever sight has his breath faltering. Alarm bells ring in your mind. Every instinct is telling you to turn tail and run.

Inhaling, you push your worries down.

Exhaling, answers lie ahead.

Inhaling, you recall their screaming.

Blood-curdling screeches that echoed through the ventilation system. They started the night after the Feros trip. You awoke with a start, drenched in sweat and adrenaline coursing through your veins. Not a single remnant of whatever nightmare plagued you lingered, but what else could it be? On the maiden voyage of the luxurious USG Ishimura, the first spaceliner with the ability to travel beyond the Sol System, there was no room aboard for petty criminals or vagrants.

No one screamed on the ship.

It was your imagination.

No one died on the ship.

The crew wouldn’t allow it.

And yet the terrified wailing recurred every night after. Not just a single cry, but many, sometimes even all at once. If it started with just the Feros passenger, it soon spread. Working its way up from the lower decks, it was only a matter of time before it reached the elite in their ivory cabins. When you mentioned it off-handedly to the occupants of the rooms next to yours, you became a pariah (“Did you know she hears voices? She thinks the crew is killing people!”) amongst them. They weren’t filthy rich, not like the McKays of the world, but they had enough money to burn on an overpriced, overhyped cosmic journey in style.

Exhaling, there’s more than just your life at stake.

When they brought the passenger back, Patient Zero if you will, he was unresponsive. You gathered that much from the guards. Shouts rang out loud and clear as you, fashionably late, stumbled toward the docking bay. Their concern piqued your interest – whatever could have happened on such a dull planet? Given that you’d slept through the tour announcement and missed your chance to feel solid ground underfoot for another few weeks, you were glad for the entertainment and followed the frenzy toward the infirmary.

The passenger couldn’t walk on their own. Armed guards held them upright as they escorted the patient into the bowels of the ship. Chasing after them, you called out offering aid, eager to see what infliction ended the trip early for the unlucky tourist. Doctors shooed you away but not before you saw the terror in their eyes. Guns pointed in your direction and, despite your spot as an 'honourable guest', you knew they considered you expendable.

Jog staggering to a halt, your arms rose in surrender.

It was better for your health if you remained oblivious, so you turned your back on the passenger. For a single second, as the doctors struggled to open the infirmary door, the passenger's head drooped and lolled. In the briefest of moments, you saw everything in the nothingness.

What should have been Patient Zero's face was the incomprehensible.

Inhaling, you fill your lungs until your chest hurts.

Your eyes are closed and yet you see.

For the first time, you truly see.

Leaning around Seokjin, your vision blurs but your clarity is infallible.

Your breath departs in a rushed gasp.

Long, sticky globs drip from the ceiling. Once white walls are streaked maroon. Deep holes permeate the thick metal. Carts lay scattered, overturned and dented. Your gaze travels further down the hall, teetering on the edge of the infinite dark. Twitching in the shadows is a blood-soaked leg. Clad in heels, it bounces like a nervous child on their first day of school.

Once more you’re presented with the chance to help rather than abandon but you hold fast, paralysed with uncertainty. The movement is unnatural; frantic. After a particularly harsh jerk it levitates off the ground. Not far, just a few inches, but hovering all the same.

Alarms explode to life and you cover your ears with a wince. The emergency system plunges the entire hall into the pits of hell. Replacing the white light, crimson pours down the corridor. Intrusive, it doesn’t stop where its predecessor deemed fit. Igniting the entirety of the wing in its fiery glow, every room burns red.

You catch sight of the leg. It’s still now; as is the man holding it. What seems like miles of distance separate you, but the desperation in his eyes is evident all the same. A beacon of despair, he trembles and cries, his face wet with fear. The desire to help dissipates. What replaces it is primal – the need to survive. With a clenched fist, you shake your head at the man, stepping back the way you came. His shoulders slump and you wonder if he understands just how alone he truly is.

Grabbing the back of Seokjin’s shirt, you pull him toward you, a silent plea to escape. He doesn’t take much convincing. Without flinching, he wraps his arm around your shoulders and places a chaste kiss against your forehead. It provides little comfort. Shepherding you back toward the entrance, his face is a blank canvas.

It’s unnerving how calm he is.

Even when the doctor starts to scream, he doesn’t look back. Your neck aches from how fast you snap around but Seokjin doesn’t pause, doesn’t react. Not even when your nails break the skin of his arm does he offer you anything more than a soothing pet on the head. Your heart threatens to crack your ribs with each thunderous thud but he doesn’t break a sweat. Tears spill down your cheeks and your throat constricts as you watch the impossible.

“It’s… what? What? How is it?” you babble more to yourself than him. “Not real, right? Or… What the fuck!”

Inch by inch, something lowers itself from the ceiling. Spikes tap against the ground as its tail slithers down. Its attention is locked onto the doctor. On long, spindly legs, the creature stalks toward him. Despite a humanoid appearance, its head is elongated and shiny. Drool pours down its chin as it screeches. Its skin is as black as the dead space surrounding the hunk of metal you’re stuck on.

Lurching for the leg once more, the doctor fumbles until he manages to pull a lighter out of a blood-soaked pocket. Made of steel, it glimmers in the red-tinged hall.

“Lord forgive me.”

He flicks the lighter open and a small flame ignites. The creature leaps forward. Arms outstretched, its claws dig into his chest. The doctor writhes in agony. Blood spurts from his body, spraying across the walls. It leans in closer to his face. When its mouth opens, a high-pitched squeal emanates. The flame dances across its metallic teeth. With a final, inaudible retort, the man’s hand drops.

Time slows. Or rather, your brain lags, struggling to comprehend the scene before you.

From within the monster’s throat extends a smaller head. It screeches and cries, like a child awoken from a nap. The lighter falls into the growing puddle beside the man. It doesn’t go out. Lightning fast, the second head bursts forward. It pierces through the man’s skull as if it were made of jelly. Blue flames creep across the floor, following a small trail that leads to a flipped jerry can. The fire gains ground. Encircling the alien, heat licks at its tail and feet.

It roars as it leaps into the ventilation shaft.

“Jin, did you see?” You turn to Seokjin and he nods, expressionless. “Did you see it?”

“Come on. We need to go.”

He drags you back the way you came. Sweat dampens your shirt as you trudge along with him. The further you go, the cooler it becomes. The fire isn’t travelling; it has nothing to consume aside from the gasoline and corpses. You’re wrapped up in your thoughts when you hear it –

thump,

thump.

Even over the blaring alarms you can hear it.

Surely Seokjin does too, and yet…

Skidding to a halt, you grip his wrist hard enough to bruise. He taps his foot with a frown. When he opens his mouth to speak, you slam your hand against his lips. Lifting a trembling hand, you point to the ceiling then to the vent entrance a few feet ahead.

“It’s in the vents,” you whisper, voice cracking as you take a step back, “We can’t go back that way, it’ll kill us!”

“Don’t worry. We’re going to be okay.”

“How can you say that! Look around, Jin! Nothing is okay here!”

“It can’t hear us over all this noise.”

“And if it, like, smells us? Or can see heat signatures? Did you think of that?” He snorts. Turning around, he rubs your right shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze. Scoffing, you continue, “This is fucking serious, Jin! What is with… you…?”

It’s just a pinch, really, but it stings all the same.

“What da… do?”

And then it burns.

He sighs. “You’re acting hysterical.”

It spreads through your veins like decay.

“Hush now, quiet. It’s going to be okay.”

You didn’t realise you were wailing until he gripped your face, moulding you beneath his large hands and forcing your mouth shut. Content with your compliance, his thumb brushes against your bottom lip. You try to push him away but you’re so heavy. Limbs like lead, you dangle beneath his iron hold. Unable to keep your eyes open, darkness washes over you. It’s cold, just like his lips as they press against yours. When he pulls away, you soar through the air.

His voice rains down on you from every direction.

“All that matters is keeping you safe.”

───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

Weighted.

When you wake, you’re weighed down. Heavy, shackled, burdened – it’s as if you’re rooted to the ground. Pure terror seizes you. Gasping for air, you gulp down the stale oxygen blowing out the vent.

Oh God, the vent–

“There’s no one there,” Seokjin hums. “Not now at least.”

“Are you sure?”

Ignoring his reassurances, you stare into the vent. Nothing stares back. A pang of loneliness gnaws at you. The one constant that had gotten you through it all is gone. Where eyes once burned bright is stillness. There’s no comfort left in your cold little box of a room.

When you sit up, your head throbs. Both of your arms are sore. Your legs are lethargic.

“What happened back there?”

Seokjin dismisses you as he continues rifling through your drawers. “There isn’t much time.”

With a dry chuckle, you stagger to your feet. He doesn’t move to help you, nor does he crack off a witty retort. Wide open at the bottom of the bed is a suitcase. You recognise the belongings inside to be yours. Some clothes, some documents, some knick-knacks – everything you need and everything you love.

“What are you doing?”

“What does it look like?”

“I don’t know,” you pause for effect, “housekeeping?”

For the first time in days you hear his obnoxious laugh. There’s a nervous energy underlying it but butterflies erupt within your stomach all the same. It wasn’t even a funny joke and yet you keel over, body shaking in a fit of giggles.

“We’re so fucked!” you laugh, tears blurring Seokjin’s visage as he throws yet another of your possessions onto the mountainous pile. “We’re gonna die here, you know?”

“Neither of us are dying here. That’s what escape pods are for, dummy.”

Wiping your eyes with the back of your hand, you nod at him, hope bubbling in your chest. “You’re a genius.”

“Well thank you, milady.”

"All we have to do is get everyone to a pod or boat or whatever and abandon this hellship! There’s got to be a way to ping everyone or send out an alert, right?”

“Yes but…” he trailed off, avoiding your gaze.

“But?”

“I mean no offence but… I don’t think people will believe you.”

“Then you tell them.”

“We can’t risk our own lives for these people. They’re not worth it.”

“Are you serious right now?” When he doesn’t respond, you scoff. “Then I’ll do it alone. If no one will believe me, then I’ll just have to find a way to space that… thing instead.”

“I can’t let you do that.”

“What? Are you gonna drug me again?”

He flinches. “I did what I had to.”

“And now so am I.”

Walking to the door, you place your hand over the scanner. Green light emits from the device. It shrouds your hand in a sickly glow. Seokjin stands. His tone is acidic as he demands you stop. The door slides open and a gust of air whips around you. He crosses the room in a few short steps, his hand reaching for you, his nails grazing your shirt. Your name falls from his lips in increasingly loud whispers. Without looking back you take off in a brisk jog.

There’s a ball in the community area. ‘Ball’ being fancy talk for ‘party’, it’s your best bet at reaching the most people at once. Every night they hold one, and every night the place is packed. If you can broadcast the situation, inform the attendees of the atrocities of the crew, then perhaps Patient Zero (and every death henceforth) won’t have been in vain. With everyone’s help, removing the oversized killer pest will be a cinch.

Seokjin calls out your name.

A scowl stretches across your face.

Using the escape pods should be the last ditch effort. The Ishimura is a fine ship – there’s no reason to abandon her. If the oldies from early Hollywood are anything to go by, making a flamethrower isn’t difficult. While most of the guests are useless, vile, and downright repulsive human beings, some possess unsavoury talents. People like Yuma might even be able to take the beast on with their bare hands. Criminals abound, you wouldn’t even be surprised if the cargo bay is riddled with weapons. Hoyt wouldn’t have boarded without packing some serious heat.

Shouldn’t you go straight to them?

They won’t care until it comes knocking on their door.

Seokjin is closer now, your name ringing in your ears.

“Go away!”

The engineering team always goes to the ball – their head honcho (Mark? Or was it Mack?) adores the dancing and the wine and classic 2100’s vibe – which makes the community area your best bet. It’ll be a double win if you can recruit them. With their expertise, you can make an assortment of weapons, and even rig one of the escape pods. Launching the alien into a black hole or sun would be ideal, but you’ll settle for it just being the fuck off the ship.

Luring it, however, is a whole different can of worms.

“God dammit, I said, ‘stop!’”

The hum of music greets you as you round the corner. Up ahead the ball is in full swing. Guests swing and twirl as their partners guide them. A young woman belts out the soothing rendition of Toxic, one of the original great songs from the new Elizabethan era.

Despite its initial jovial appearance, no one is laughing within the grand, gilded hall.

Huffing, you crack your neck and take a step forward. A weight connects with your back. Unsteady feet give way and you topple over. Your chin hits the ground, rattling your teeth. Dazed, you struggle to stand but are crushed beneath soft flesh. When you tilt your head, you come eye to eye with Seokjin.

“You can’t do this.” Grunting under his weight, you scramble to free yourself of his hold. He pins you down with a single hand, and when you kick your legs up in a frenzy, his knee juts into your spine. “Weyland-Yutani won’t allow it.”

“I didn’t realise you were a Company lapdog!” you seethe, spitting in his direction. Veering off to the side, it misses him completely but it has the desired effect. His eyes narrow and the veins in his neck pop. A grin creeps across your face before you mouth ‘fuck you’.

“Just know I’m doing this for you.”

Clutching onto the back of your shirt, he lifts your upper body a few inches before slamming you back down. Pain erupts across your collarbone. Choked whimpers escape your lips as he does it again. Your head ricochets off the ground when he does it for a third time. Warm blood rushes into your eye.

Commotion builds within the ballroom and you pray it’s because of you, that someone is going to run out and defend you. The music cuts off and murmurs overtake the constant hum of pain whirling inside your skull. Fighting through your dizzying stupor, you glance toward the attendees.

“Did a pipe burst?” a man says.

Your smile falls.

Not a single person cares about you.

Of course they don’t.

“What is that?!”

Then the screaming commences.

It happens so fast you can hardly keep up. A black mass drops from the ceiling. Shocked and petrified, the guests remain still. Seokjin is up on his feet before you can even blink. It’s in this split second of hesitation that he strikes. As he’s pulling the door closed, the champagne fountain runs red.

Then the stampede begins. Hundreds of guests run toward the main entrance. They shove one another, stomping any of the fallen without remorse. Their exit seals shut with a mocking hiss. Seokjin pulls out the security keycard from his first victim of the night. Pressing it against the scanner, he inputs several commands. A body thuds against the door. Desperate knocking pursues. Green is replaced with red as the door locks.

“Security override: successful. Lockdown in effect.”

“What are you doing? Mr. Kim, is that you? Open this door, Kim!” You recognise the voice to be McKay’s. “I work with the Company – didn’t they tell you? Open the fucking door!”

A part of you enjoys seeing this side of him:

Scared, feeble, small.

Now he’s no different from the rest.

“I’ll double what they’re paying you. Triple it! I’ll give you my entire fortune, Kim!”

Every inch of your body screams for you to stop but you push through it. There’s no way you’re missing the chance to see the great Sean McKay begging like the rat he is. A gurgled laugh rips through your lips. It only intensifies once you stand before the glass window. McKay’s pudgy, red face takes up the entire view.

“What a sight,” you say. “Of course you had a hand in this.”

“You. Did you do this? Where is Kim?”

“This Mr. Kim?” you ask, standing aside while gesturing for Seokjin to come forward. He complies. “He did it, alright.”

“You’re Mr. Kim? You two have been in cahoots this whole ti–”

McKay cuts off abruptly. You push Seokjin aside to get a better view, hoping for the worst. Your prayers are answered but it offers little comfort. The black spearhead of the alien’s tail wiggles out of his left eye socket. His lips twitch as his right eye rolls toward the back of his skull. Saliva mixes with blood, dribbling down his chin and staining his designer shirt pink. McKay’s body inches toward the glass, propelled forward by the tail. The tip scratches the window all whilst carrying the corpse, dangling it like a worm on a hook.

“Seokjin,” you say, stepping near enough to fog the glass. “Why are you doing this?”

Leaping across the room, the alien drags McKay with him. With your view unobscured, the entirety of its carnage lies before you. Blood, guts, limbs. It’s hard to look at the small bodies, the ones that used to be children. There’s a few of them. Worse than that, however, is how many are still alive, all huddled up in the corner behind those brave enough to take the monster on.

“They’re buying us time.” He grabs your shoulder but you don’t budge. “Come on. Don’t let their sacrifice be in vain.”

“There are children in there. Please, Jin, let them out. They don’t deserve this.”

Your pleas fall flat even to your own ears. They do little to persuade him, and you do little else to dissuade him. You want to chalk it up to exhaustion, blame it on your weakened condition, but you’re selfish. Why even fight? Maybe you save a few lives, maybe you die.

“You’re the only one worth saving here,” he says. His hands wrap around your waist, pulling you free from your trance. The world turns upside down as he lifts you. Ever-so-gently he places you over his shoulder.

"You're no better than them.”

And neither am I.

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Weightless.

When you awake, you’re weightless.

A migraine licks at your outer edges, the pounding only made worse when you open your eyes.

Red lights flash.

Klaxon alarms bellow.

Pressure crushes your chest.

But beyond the dissonance of the circular room…

Silent, vast, magnificent space.

It rushes around you as the escape pod is jettisoned.

And within it, hidden amongst a sea of stars, are Seokjin’s bright, burning eyes.

Pacified by their familiar presence, your mind slips toward unreality.

As if raining down from the heavens, his voice cascades around you.

“You’re safe now.”

#seokjin x reader #yandere seokjin #yandere bts #kpop x reader #yandere kpop #bts x reader #yandere #yandere jin #jin x reader #yandere x reader #yandere fanfiction #alien au #kpop horror #horror #happy halloween

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kittyscupcakeandbunny · 10 months

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REVOLUTION

[CYBERPUNK x ALIENS AU]

MASTERLIST

Side Characters: OT7

Warnings: violence, sharp objects, blood, death.

Genre: cyberpunk, fantasy, enemies to lovers, angst, he hates her in the beginning, slow burn, aliens.

SUMMARY: Human race has been fighting an endless war with aliens for 200 years, that made scientists and the military force create Shelters under the grounds of the deserts in hopes to save as many lives possible, althought they have tried to win this war nithjng humans tried was effective wich lead them create a new weapon. One that finally could win. But, could only be used by a hybrid, half human and half aliens the new generation of humans hybrids stronger then an average human, were the only ones that could wear the armor. They were the only ones strong enough and capable of using the armor to defeat the aliens. In the middle of this war a new fight arise when a normal woman decides to make a reckless decision, out of love she sets fire to the fuse.

INTRO <must read before part one>

INTRODUCTION - A win Starts with a defeat

PART ONE

BITTERSWEET

PART TWO

RECKLESSLY I SET FIRE TO THE FUSE

PART THREE coming soon

PART FOUR coming soon

PART FIVE coming soon

On going…

#bts fanfiction #bts smut #bts x you #bts yoongi #bts suga #bts v #bts jin #bts au #aliens au #cyberpunk au #jungkook #jungkook x y/n #jungkook x reader #bts jungkook #jungkook fanfic #namjoon fanfic #bts namjoon #jimin fanfic

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jwirecs · 6 months

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hi can you help me find a fic where jk is an alien landed on earth bcs their ship is broken and then met oc. they did the deed and then oc got pregnant (idk if this is correct) and then jk got attached to oc and joon and tae were his alien friends that got mad bcs jk met a human without them knowing first

helloo!

im not going to lie, i swear i've seen this fic before but i dont remember who wrote it or what it was called.

so i resulted in google and the fics that were popping up was instead of jk landing on earth, it was the reader landing on his planet...

if anyone happens to know this fic, please do let us know! 🥺(i really suck at finding fics tbh)

EDIT: it could be "Explorer" by @1kook (thank you @uyukyeom for lending a helping hand!!)

#bts scenarios #bts: asks #jjk: asks #bts alien au #bts fluff #bts smut #bts angst #anon #replies

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ravenesse · 3 months

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you're my boy (my boy) — final chapter👽

Summary:

Nobody ever said that raising a half-alien child would be easy.

But Seokjin and Taehyung always do their best together

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yamchioya · 1 month

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[Alien AU]

⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆ recalling the past ｡ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆

#vmin #bts fanart #fanart #vmin fanart #yamyam art #bts #art #artwork #jimin fanart #taehyung fanart #alien au

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apollo-loves-langa · 1 year

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alien blues

pairing: jungkook x yoongi

rating: T

status: complete

words: 960

summary: jungkook left his bag at the park and was chased down by a stranger to give it back.

curiosity ensues, cue love story by taylor swift

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ddaeng-angmoh · 1 year

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I was supposed to sleep— but my hand slipped 😭😭😭

@yeontanismypresident it wasn’t going to be Sope, but then I thought of you 🤧

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bonny-kookoo · 11 months

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Jungkook: 𝓖𝓻𝓮𝓮𝓭𝔂 (Intro)

Jewels, Money, Shiny things- stuff he's been collecting before he stumbled upon you. Now the only thing he's greedy for is you.

Tags/Warnings: Alien!Jungkook, Cat Hybrid!Reader, Major fluff!, suggestive themes & heavy flirting, Primal themes (biting, grooming aka he licks her neck lol, scenting, manhandling), size difference because come on this is my content and you know my kinks by now don't act surprised

Additional Content: none yet

Masterlist: to be added

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Jungkook is humming to himself in a good mood as he cuts open a cardboard box delivered, knife cutting through the tape holding everything safely together.

Almost instantly you're in the room with him as well, ducking under one of his arms to catch a glimpse of what he's gotten delivered. "Hey- I've got a knife here, careful." He chuckles, gently pushing you a bit so you sit a bit further away as he pulls out the plastic wrapped item. "Oh, nice! I was worried it might be a little too small.." He mumbles more so to himself as he opens the vacuum packed item, fluffing it up as you watch with wide open eyes.

"You bought it!" You tell him, amazed, and he grins, opening another sealed back that contains a fitting pillow for the human-sized pet bed he'd bought for you. It was a little on the more expensive side for him- but to see your eyes sparkle like that, and watch you grab and drag is towards a sunny spot near his windows is enough of a reward for it.

It's something that you never really experienced prior to living with Jungkook. He's offering you more than just a home, or basic care- he offers love, a feeling of belonging, comfort and a sense of security.

His kind is, on earth, often times compared to dragons for their heavy and alligator-like tails and uniquely diamond-shaped pupils, but mostly for their behavior of collecting things. Food, money, candy- some even collect blankets or pillows or plants, there's nothing one won't attempt to hoard more of if it brings them joy or happiness. Jungkook himself is pretty tame for a Xiro- he only really hoards food and snacks at home, but has started to become rather fond of spoiling you instead of himself. He's got a whole collection of hybrid stuff- medications, supplements, snacks, collars and toys- it's all there, even emergency medical stuff, just in case, because you never know.

He's not only your owner after all, but your mate- lifelong companion, your protector and lover, and he won't ever give you a reason to complain about that fact.

He folds the cardboard box together to throw away later, before he walks over to you, playfully manhandling you around to lay in the, for him way too small, bed with you on top of him. "I might have to put it away again if you lay in it more than you want to be with me.." He chuckles, though you know there's a hint of truth in his joke.

Jungkook is awfully possessive when it comes to you and your attention.

"No, I'll always like you most." You purr quietly, and he offers a happy sounding growl before he closes his eyes, basking in the sun shining onto his body with you. "Nap time?" You ask, and he chuckles, nodding.

"Nap time."

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Your favorite way of cuddling has become to sleep almost on top of Jungkook.

He's warm, like the sun, and strong enough not to be fazed at all by your added weight on top of his chest either. It also reassures you during sleep that he's still there, and that you're not alone.

Jungkook himself loves it too.

He knows it's sometimes tough to adapt your body to his nocturnal sleep schedule- but very amusingly to him, you're totally capable of sleeping anywhere he takes you as long as he's in reach. It's made it very easy for him to take you to work for example- his job being what brought him to you in the first place, though tonight he's simply offering company to his friends at the small restaurant one of them owns.

It's then that a couple of police officers walk in, clearly not there for simple food.

"Sir- can I check your papers for her please?" A more elderly guy in official uniform asks Jungkook, looking at you who's currently sleeping rolled up in a blanket-burrito on one of the nearby chairs close to Jungkook. It's common for law enforcement to check ID's of hybrids these days, since a lot of them are illegally trafficked on to his planet, cases rising rapidly for reasons no one's entirely sure of yet. It's a little sad to him how earth and humans seem to try and 'get rid' of your kind so shamelessly- but he's no politician, nor does he want to really involve himself into this mess at all.

He's got you, and that's all that matters.

"Sure." He says, used to the procedure as he moves to grab his bag to fetch his wallet. "I only got her identification card with me though, I hope that's alright." He mumbles, pulling out the card in question before he gets out his own, already aware that that's gonna be asked next.

"That should be fine. Just gotta match up the ID tattoo on her to make sure if you don't mind." The officer says, and Jungkook nods.

"Yeah sure." He offers, moving towards you to carefully run a hand over your shoulder first as to not startle you on accident. "It's right here." Jungkook shows the inside of your ear, the officer matching it up by sight with what's written on your ID card, before he nods and gives him back his items.

"Thanks. It's just a routine thing- cases have been popping up left and right these days.." The man sighs, writing something down in a booklet. "Her medical records all up to date?" He questions, and Jimin nods.

"She's scheduled for tomorrow for her yearly vaccinations. They're expiring in two months I think, but we wanna travel soon so I wanted to get it done sooner rather than later." Jungkook chats, and the officer nods.

"Very good. If only everyone was like this.." the man sighs, watching as his coworker seems to argue a bit with a young man and his own hybrid next to him. "I won't bother you any further. Have a nice night." He offers, before leaving to aid his colleague in the argument he's involved in.

You move around a little, wiggling closer to his chair as he sits down again, both Jin and Taehyung emerging from the kitchen, sitting down. "Man, humans are a struggle.." Seokjin sighs, leaning his head on his hand. "Why can't they be nocturnal? I've been working all day, no breaks!" He whines, and you wiggle out your arm to reach out and pat the older man's head. He looks at you with squinted eyes at that, an action that years prior would've scared you-

But Xiro people are gentle giants, you've come to learn.

"Hah, if Jungkook wasn't written on all the documents I'd steal you right away." He complains, and Taehyung laughs at Jungkooks playfully angry face, his tail swiping from left to right.

"You keep your grabbing claws to yourself old hag." He insults the oldest at the table, who's mouth gapes open at the audacity of the youngest.

"How could you!" He scolds. "Younglings these days, wear a sleeve full of ink and think they're free to do whatever!" He shakes his head, making you giggle.

You love the carefree banter Jungkook has with his friends.

You love hanging out with them, their friendship something not commonly seen on earth anymore since the collapse. People aren't really too warm anymore on earth, rather concerned with finding a new villain to blame for everything wrong every day it seems like. So in a way, you're glad Jungkook chose to take you with him back when he volunteered to help give Hybrids back on earth their identification tattooed. It was a form of social work, a publicity thing created to familiarize humans with the Xiro people and their planet. It worked.. mildly successful.

Though it was a win in the lottery for you.

"I should probably head home, she needs to sleep in a proper bed." Jungkook says after a moment, and Seokjin nods.

"Hah, I always forget they sleep during the night. You could just leave her here though-" He offers, though he receives a glare from the younger alien.

"Absolutely not. Get your own, old man." He scoffs playfully, getting up to put on your coat for you. It's pretty windy on his planet tonight, so he's learned to bundle you up to prevent you from getting cold.

"Pah, I just might! Stupid kid." He growls, shaking his head. "Here, take those though. Poor thing is probably living off of nothing but pre-made meals." He gives you the bag full of boxes filled with what he knows are your favorite foods.

"I cook for her, thank you." Jungkook rolls his eyes, before he properly says his goodbyes, your hand in his as you walk home in the lowering suns of his planet.

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You remember how you'd met him.

He was intimidating to say the least- ink underneath his skin swirling around slightly, eyes sharp and piercings glimmering in the lights around him. His tall statue and rather muscular physique definitely didn't help his case either- so it shouldn't have been surprising to him how you'd glare at him as if ready to strike if he'd attempt to harm you.

"You're cute, really, but you gotta show me that pretty ear of yours." He'd chuckled softly, head tilted innocently and his smile almost docile.

A careworker wants to scold you, reaches out- but the man who's name tag read 'JUNGKOOK', holds out his hand in a silent demand to let him handle it himself.

"What can I do to make you more comfortable?" He'd asked, and your ears had slowly relaxed, surprise having caught you off guard. No one's ever asked you a question like that prior to him- you didn't know what to answer to that. "Hm?" He'd pressed softly, and you'd shrugged, looking around nervously. "Thats a pretty tail you have there. My kind has them too." He'd smiled, a grin more akin to a rabbit than the dragons his kind gets compared to, heavy alligator-like tail swaying behind him as if to show it off.

"...is it heavy?" You'd asked bluntly, and He'd laughed, shaking his head.

"Not really no. I guess because I grew up with it, I never really thought about that." He'd told you, casually readying his tattooing equipment while talking to you. "But as a child, my mothers would tell me how I'd always cause trouble with it. I'd empty any table low enough for it to reach!" He'd giggled, and you'd smiled at the thought of the younger version of him knocking down items from tables and shelves, too clumsy yet to quite think about it all.

"I burned mine on a candle once." You'd meekly told him, petting your own tail in search for comfort as you remembered the memory. He must have bright and colorful memories of his childhood- while you barely have anything worth keeping in mind, you'd thought to yourself.

"Well, you better make sure you don't get it hurt again, little thing!" He'd simply offered, before his surprisingly gentle hands had rubbed some numbing cream on the inside of your ear. "Or... maybe I could?" He'd asked, and at that, your ears had fully turned towards him, and made him smile. "Ah, adorable, really!"

"You'd.. take me in?" You'd asked, and He'd shrugged.

"I wasn't planning on bringing an earth-hybrid home-" He'd smiled, before the tattoo gun had buzzed to life. "But looking at you, I feel like I've found what I didn't even search for."

And today, the tattoo on your ear isn't just a Number.

It's also a memory, forever cherished by the both of you.

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There's a low rumbling sound in his chest as he holds you close to himself, nosing along the crook of your neck.

It sounds awfully like those CGI-Dinosaurs in movies back on earth- and you know he's just as dangerous as the directors of these sci-fi movies intended their creatures to be. His heavy, snake-like tail has you wrapped securely to himself on his lap, hands free to roam over your body as if he needs to re-paint your image back into his mind using only his fingers and palms. His tongue traces over your skin, marking you, seemingly on a mission to find the perfect spot, before his teeth bite the skin, leaving his mark on yoir body amongst so many others, chuckling when you begin to squirm a little at his actions, your soft cat tail a stark contrast to his own.

You're like the prey in the python's grip- but this predator has chosen to feast on you in different ways.

"Hm.. are you happy, little thing?" He asks you, and you nod, leaning into him, your soft cat ears brushing against his cheek as you purr- a sound he's learned earth's cats make when they feel good, making him smile. "I'm glad." He offers, laying down with you as his tail curls around the both of your bodies, warm orange glow from outside his home bleeding in and bathing you both in shades of gold. It doesn't matter though how warm the suns on his planet shines-

Your favorite sunspot will always be him.

"I love you." He says, chuckles right after it. "Thays how you say it on earth, right?" He wonders, and you turn a bit, looking at him.

"Depends." You say, chin on his chest while his hand runs over your head, coming to rest on your lower back where your tail is just about to begin. "What do you wanna say?" You ask, and he hums as he thinks.

"I asked Seokjin if he knew an earth-expression for deep emotional care and longing. A word or sentence to make sure your mate knows how much you want to stay close to them, both physically and any other way." He says, and you blush, turning your head to the side on his chest.

"Hm, guess that's love, yeah." You nod. "How do you say it here?" You wonder, and he smiles, hand running up and down your back.

"I commit my life to you." He says softly, hand still before you look up at him. "Thats what we say here- and that's what I say to you." He mumbles, and you can't help but stare for a good moment.

Jungkook and you have been intimate before. You've told each other that you deeply care, that you're mates, that you're in a relationship. But it's the first time you ever talk about love, about something so meaningful as.. well, this. And hearing it from him in such honesty makes your heart race like never before.

"Dont just stare, little thing. Kiss me!" He playfully growls, pulling you up and closer to press his lips against yours, laughing along with you as you roll around in the sheets, getting lost in love and happiness together.

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Humans would look at you both in absolute confusion if they saw you like this, you think to yourself.

Freshly showered and dressed in comfortable clothes, you're halfway laying on the fluffy carpet on the floor, and also somewhat in Jungkook's lap. Well- your butt is in his lap, legs and upper body not- but he's positioned you like this himself, and you've got snacks and TV, so you don't complain.

He's humming the tune of the commercial playing to himself as he brushes out your tail with gentle strokes of the specially designed hybrid brush- your eyes growing heavy with tiredness after the things you've been up to not even an hour prior. Your neck and thighs still sting a little faintly from his lovebites he leaves every time you both make love. You don't mind them though, not one bit.

"Will you be okay later?" He asks, referring to when he'll put you to bed, while he'll go to work later. Jungkook would love to have you sleep close to him at all times- but sometimes, like today, he just forgets that you're not nocturnal like he is, and while you've adjusted somewhat to that, he should've saved up his physical acts of loving you for after he's done working, considering how much be tends to tire you out with that. He teases you a lot about that, but its also another endearing thing to him.

You never complain about anything. You adapt freely to his way of living- so he's doing the best he can to make it all as easy for you as he can.

You nod at his question, yawning as if reminded of your exhaustion, and he chuckles, hand smacking your butt playfully, causing you to whine in complaint- the skin still a little tender from earlier. "Sorry." He says- but you know he's not.

You stretch and turn on his lap, and he smiles watching you, hand running over your exposed stomach, before he leans in to kiss one of his bites at your neck. "Hm I don't wanna leave you here.." he complains a little, moving around to pull you properly on his thighs, though you just hug him, head leaning against his shoulder. "And you're freshly marked up too. Won't have to worry one bit about someone trying to steal you away from me " He purrs, and you just shrug, clinging onto him. "We could take the round bed I bought with us to my studio. Hm? You could always sleep there then, when I'm working." He offers, and you nod after a moment.

He laughs, before he gets up, puts you on the sofa for a moment to get everything ready for his plan. It's a great idea- that way, you'll be comfortable just like at home, and he'll have you close and won't have to worry about you.

When he later comes to work with both you and the round pet bed in a bag, his coworker just shakes his head with a slight smile, already used to the younger alien's actions from years of experience. You easily fall asleep under blankets he places over you after setting up the bed in the corner you choose for yourself, and he already knows he feels a lot better like this, knowing he'll be able to look after you more properly this way.

When his first client comes in, Jungkook explains that you're his- that you're his mate, not just a companion or pet as humans call it, and the young man is understanding.

"I've been visiting the carecenter in the capital." The man named Jimin says, as Jungkook puts down the tracing paper on his back. "I'm worried though- online research made it seem as if Algol isn't a good environment for them.." he mumbles, and Jungkook shrugs.

"She's perfectly healthy, and has been living here for more than two full cycles. Yeah, their circadian rhythm can sometimes make things a bit tricky, but I've gotten used to handling it whenever necessary." He explains, making sure to do his work properly. "You'll have to really study what they can and can't eat though. A lot of vegetables we eat here are poisonous to them, and some of them can't digest dairy well." He offers.

Jimin sighs. "That sounds intimidating." He huffs almost disappointed, watching you roll over in your sleep, tail limp as you're out like a light. "But they seem like such good company."

"They are." Jungkook agrees. "She's probably the best fitting mate I could've ever found." The artist shrugs, beginning to tattoo.

"I mean, they did mention in research that earth-hybrids and Xiro people are surprisingly very compatible, even in genetics." He informs the younger alien. "Have you heard of the couple that recently became parents? And the child is perfectly healthy too."

"Hmhm, I've heard." He nods. "Maybe it'll help our declining birth rates, at least a little."

"Have you thought about having one with her?" Jimin asks, and Jungkook nods.

"One day, probably. We both want that. But not right now. There's no rush." He says as he follows the lines he'd prepared on the skin of the older man.

"Understandable." Jimin nods.

And Jungkook doesn't stop softly smiling as he works, and thinks about your future together.

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#bts imagine #bts fanfic #bts fic #jungkook imagine #jeon jungkook imagine #jeon jungkook x reader #hybrid reader #hybrid imagine #hybrid au #alien jungkook #alien!jungkook

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kookieswan · 1 year

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Could I request JK and of course the tiger lily? Maybe with some kind of au like aliens or some sort of magic or whatever else suits your fancy? You're really good at unique AUs so please feel free to just go wild :]

Tiger Lily - Passionate Pride

Jungkook x Reader

Word Count: 700+

Genre: Alien AU. Fluffy, a tiny little bit of angst. Some humor 🤡

Summary: Never in your life did you think a giant alien man would ask you to run away with him.

Notes: I love a good alien AU tbh, they’re a little hard to come by so I hope this tickled your fancy anon. Also, you’re the sweetest 🌸~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~“Just to the odd human grocery store? Come on, you can’t tell me you don’t want more of that stuff you call pie. I can even carry you if you’re too tired, I’m much stronger than any human and the size of your ankles worry me.” The alien spreads out across your couch, knees hitting either side of it as it noticeably starts to sink into itself. Letting out a sigh, you shake your head for what must be the hundredth time today, plopping yourself onto the chair across from him.

“I still don’t know why I’m harboring a criminal that’s so full of himself… You know we can’t just go out in public like it’s the most normal thing right now, I’m sorry. Maybe when you’re not a wanted man.” Jungkook blinks owlishly, his bright purple eyes shining in the otherwise dim room. It’s his fault you need to keep your curtains shut. As funny as it is to see the giant man pout, you stand your ground and remain silent until he whines.

“Why not? No one would even notice… Well, they might once they see how charming I am, but that’s beside the point. Many people here on earth consider the people of Terazi as ‘ethereal’ I’ve read.” This makes you scoff, another insinuation of how attractive he thinks he is… He is of course, but you don’t need to feed into his ego at all; the way he’s talked about himself in the past few weeks has been enough to tell you that.

“Jungkook, you’re seven feet tall, your eyes glow, your hair is lilac, and you have distinctive markings all over your body. I think someone might notice the giant Terazial man walking down the street next to me and get a little suspicious.” Getting out of your seat, you make your way over to the kitchen to try and figure out something for dinner. If there’s one think you’ve learned about Jungkook, it’s that he can eat and eat and eat. The Terazial springs up and follows you, practically towering overhead as he hovers.

“So you’ve taken notice of my superior physical qualities? You like them?” It’s not quite a whisper but it’s quiet, his voice delicate as he asks. Not thinking too much of it, you open another cupboard and glance at the contents. Peanut butter and spam isn’t going to get you very far…

Turning to face him, you blink at his chest and then crane your head upward. He looks smug, thin lips pulled into a bunny grin as his nose slightly scrunches (something he didn’t understand in the slightest when you first mentioned it). You poke his chest once, the firmness of the muscle still slightly surprising.

“Yes? It’s kind of hard not too when you stick out like a sore thumb. I know there are other aliens on earth but still.” There are many species of aliens on earth now; not just humans. And most can get away with walking around freely, but then again, most didn’t accidentally blow up a portion of a shopping mall.

“You know… There’s a lot more out there. A lot more to see beyond earth. If you were to leave with me, I’d take care of you and we would thrive. I don’t understand human customs very well but-” Leave with him? As in leave earth and potentially never come back? He’s told you stories about his travels, how he’s been all over the galaxy. It’s a romantic idea, and yet-

“I-what-Jungkook-“ He continues on, flailing his arms around as you stare at him with wide eyes. He’s so excited that he doesn’t even realize you’re trying to get a word in.

“I think it would be fun! You’d get to meet my crew! I know they’ve been looking for me, and when I leave, I want to take you with. Just say the word _____.” That’s… A lot. A lot to think about, a lot to process. Would you really be missing much here on earth…? Taking a deep breath, you let the cupboard bang shut and walk past him toward the door. You need time to think.

“… Let’s go to the store. Don’t forget your hat and sunglasses, if you get arrested I’m not bailing you out.”

#jungkook x you #jungkook x reader #jungkook x y/n #jungkook fluff #jungkook angst #bts x y/n #bts x you #bts x reader #bts angst #bts fluff #bts alien au

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maybe humans got one thing right (their capacity for love) | taegi vampire/alien AU

Summary: When you got to live long enough, it was so easy to become bored with it all. So now Yoongi was finding himself getting attached to mortals again, and he figured he should attempt to make sense of humans once more. He hadn't counted on finding an actual, from outer space alien in the coffee shop on a very similar mission.

Tags: vampire!Yoongi, alien!Taehyung, magical/coffee shop AU, meet-cute, the grumpy one meets the sunshine one

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Word count: 8.5k

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It had become tiresome to stalk bars for drunk victims to drink from, so Yoongi had decided to switch up his routine. He wanted to challenge himself to see if he could find a victim in bright daylight. He was becoming entirely too good at fake seducing drunk people. He had it down to an artform at this point, which made it boring. It was not the first time that Yoongi had encountered boredom, it was inevitable when you were immortal but usually when he did, he up and moved cities for a change of scenery.

He might have done that already if not for one witch and his human, who he had almost accidentally befriended. It had started as an innocent attempt at getting a snack only to find himself suddenly stopped by a witch. Yoongi had fought against witches before but this one had been a worthy foe, much stronger than he looked.

And so Namjoon had caught Yoongi’s interest and his friend Hoseok had become his target repeatedly just for the fun of it. He’d never actually managed to get Hoseok alone after that first night, but they’d played a game of cat and mouse for months. It had been fun. Yoongi had liked it.

So much that he’d eventually decided he’d rather befriend the pair than try to hunt them down. They had been as surprised as Yoongi had been but after that, the three of them had made a friendship of sorts. It had been decades since Yoongi had decided to make new friends. Seokjin was his oldest friend, a fellow vampire, but that was over a hundred years ago. Seokjin had, of course, laughed when Yoongi had told him about his new mortal friends but afterwards, he’d warned him too. It was never a clever idea for a vampire to get attached to humans. Whether they could wield magic or not.

Humans were temporary. They were first and foremost a food source.

Yoongi had always believed so as well. He’d seen how frail humans could be. Once he’d come so close to killing Hoseok on accident that he had retreated to his home and stayed there for a full week.

So maybe he wasn’t just bored of his old hunting ways at bars with intoxicated humans, perhaps another part of him was also curious to learn more. To see if there were some elements of humans that he’d missed. He figured that it might be easier to see when they weren’t drunk out of their minds.

It would have been even easier to talk to Namjoon or Hoseok but that meant admitting that there was something Yoongi didn’t know and he hated doing that.

So, research and new hunting ground it was. He’d picked a café that seemed relatively popular, located on a central street that got lots of foot traffic. Normally, going out during the day would have been a little risky, if the sun was high in the sky without any cloud coverage. He had a new gift though, a ring adorning his middle finger.

A gift from Namjoon. Essentially a token of gratitude towards Yoongi for stopping his hunt on his friend. Yoongi hadn’t wanted to take it at first. He didn’t like witches’ magical abilities. Too often witches worked with vampire hunters, handing over all sorts of trinkets that made vampires weaker.

Yoongi once more wondered if it would be the smarter decision to city jump, to leave behind the witch and the human that he was befriending. It was certainly felt like it was the wise decision. With age came wisdom, but so did boredom. Sometimes, you still had to try something new.

Therefore, Yoongi ordered a black coffee – yes, just black regular coffee nothing else – and found himself a little corner table to observe the humans coming and going in the café. He didn’t learn much on the first day, even as he eavesdropped on conversations. All the humans’ concerns seemed awfully trivial.

They were running late to class. Some guy didn’t text them back. Their boss was giving them a hard time. Mundane. Boring. Expected.

On his second day, he’d brought a laptop because too many people kept looking at him like he was weird, some even whispering it. He had taken note of other solitary humans with laptops, often typing away on the keyboard and so he imitated that behaviour. He didn’t particularly like laptops or knew how to work them but the pretend was all he needed anyway.

After a week of nothing interesting and also no opportunity to snatch a bite, Yoongi came to Seokjin’s couch and bemoaned his troubles. Seokjin never lived in any place for long, jumping around more often than Yoongi but for some reason he’d already been here for months. Staying in the same city as Yoongi. Yoongi hadn’t called him out on it because if he did, he knew Seokjin would just disappear.

Vampires never liked being reminded that they formed emotional attachments. They were supposed to be above that.

“Just go back to your bars,” Seokjin said, pouring himself a glass of blood and refilling Yoongi’s glass as well.

Seokjin didn’t hunt for blood. He found it untasteful and instead used donors. If Yoongi was ever hungry and Seokjin was near, it was a good bet to come to him for a drink. It had saved him trouble more than once.

“I hate the bars. It was just an easy hunting ground. Drunk humans are gross.”

“Humans – period – are gross,” Seokjin said, even as he took a sip of the very blood he was insulting.

Yoongi hummed. “I guess.”

“Did that witch put a spell on you? Why the sudden interest in humans? Because of your little new friends?”

In part, yes. But Yoongi would never admit that. Besides, it wasn’t the only reason.

“No, I’m just… bored. I want to see something new. I hoped that maybe humans could surprise me,” Yoongi said, grumpily sipping his blood.

Seokjin laughed at him. It was quite good natured but still.

“I hope you find you find at least one interesting human then.”

Yoongi went back to the café. Even if he wasn’t sure that he could find some charming trait of humanity here, he still wanted to prove to himself that he could compel and drink from at least one human. It became the challenge instead. He could still eavesdrop and observe while he was hunting.

A college-age girl once dropped a note with her number on it onto his table and a friendly smile before disappearing back to her own table. Yoongi was toying with the note, wondering if he should save the number or simply stroll up the table where she was sat with her friends and try his luck right off the bat. She was the perfect target for his first drink.

He was distracted by the bell on the door ringing signalling a new arrival. The sound was familiar already, many people came and left, so the sound had almost become background noise.

No, it was not the sound. It was the scent.

Yoongi had a sensitive nose. It came along with his other vampire traits and he knew humans could smell very differently depending on a number of factors. Even so, something about this scent was off. Yoongi could not place it but it made him curious.

The scent belonged to a very beautiful young man. In fact, he was so stunning that Yoongi for a moment wondered if he was a fellow vampire. He could rival, if not surpass Seokjin in looks, even though Seokjin would never have agreed to that.

His face was symmetrical, his eyes big and almost shining, curly dark hair falling into his eyes and a gleaming smile on his lips. Yoongi noted that he was not the only person that took notice of the newcomer. Many people started to stare, some whispered too. Yoongi was not the only one who noticed the attractiveness of this man.

Even the seasoned barista, the one who ordered the others around and usually seemed on top of things, seemed to blank as the new customer came up to him. Right past the queue of people waiting. Everyone just started at the newcomer, but even the people he had skipped ahead of seemed to stunned to protest.

“Hello,” the strange guy said. His voice was deep and smooth. “My name is Taehyung. What is your name?”

“Jimin,” he replied, surprised and then pulling on the little nametag pinned to his shirt to show him.

“Oh! How neat. Is that custom? Should I carry my name around like that?” Taehyung asked, seemingly fascinated.

He was not the only one. Yoongi was also utterly fascinated, though his focus was not on the nametag. This was the most interesting conversation he’d eavesdropped on so far. Actually, the whole café seemed to eavesdrop right now, though not all of them would be able to hear as well as Yoongi. Even from his secluded corner, he could hear Taehyung’s voice perfectly.

“Only if your job requires it?” Jimin said, seemingly baffled. “Oh, and you have to wait in line, you can’t just come up to the fr-”

“No, that’s okay,” the girl at the front of the line said with a cutesy smile. “He can cut in front of me.”

Yoongi couldn’t help but scoff. Pretty privilege once again. Humans were so obvious sometimes. If they encountered someone that they deemed attractive and desirable, they would often sweeten their tone and help them more than they would someone who did not met whatever standards of pretty they had decided.

Taehyung seemed baffled, caught between the girl in line and the barista. He let out a hum, deep in his chest, seemingly considering his options, before he nodded determinately.

“No, if the employee of this establishment says I should wait in line, then that is what I must do. What should I do then?”

“Eh, move to the back of these people, lined up,” Jimin said, clearly still trying to grasp the situation unfolding, but he still had a kind tone. Maybe he thought Taehyung had never been in a café before.

He truly didn’t look like it. Yoongi tuned out all the other conversation to focus on Taehyung. He started chatting readily with the man in front of him. His questions were strange. Kind of invasive, even though he sported a bright smile and a gentle tone. By the time he finally reached the counter again, he stopped and asked Jimin to recite the menu. Jimin’s patience looked like it wore thin but he still obliged. It took another five minutes for Taehyung to actually decide what to drink.

In the end, he picked the most colourful Frappuccino drink on the menu after he realised there was a picture of it on the counter. He struck up conversation with a nearby table while he waited for his drink.

He was pretty and friendly, so people kept indulging him, even as he sprouted nonsense. Asking humans about their living situations, if they had partaken in education and what they spending their days doing. Innocent enough at the surface level but something about it was definitely weird. Humans could be sociable but this looked calculated.

Taehyung’s scent was the biggest tip off. He didn’t smell human to Yoongi’s nose, but he also didn’t smell like any other supernatural creature that Yoongi had ever encountered. Yoongi had been alive for more than a century and he had his share of run in with creatures and magic folk. Most of them he would be able to figure out easily.

Yoongi watched as Taehyung went around the café, drink in hand and asked to sit with random tables. Most obliged, seemingly surprised by his friendly square smile. He flittered around between tables, often pressing the watch on his wrist as he moved from one spot to another. It looked similar to the smart watch that Seokjin had tried to get him to buy, but not in a design that Yoongi had ever seen.

It was the only thing that remained the same about the interactions, how he pressed his watch when he moved from table to table. He seemed to adapt his personality whenever he strolled up to a table quickly reading if they would respond better to him being louder and engaging or making soft almost timid enquiries. Everyone else in the café seemed to notice how he made rounds but yet they happily talked to him all the same.

He made it through about half the café before he smiled satisfied to himself and turned out the door and left. He’d barely even drunk his colourful drink, abandoning it on the last table he’d visited. Yoongi had seen him take sips of the straw but looking at the remaining liquid in the cup it seemed more performative than he was actually drinking. The drink was swept into the trash when the table was cleared.

Yoongi made sure to walk by the trash and carefully pluck out the straw sticking out of the ridiculous blue beverage. He pocketed it easily, wrapped in a bit of discarded packaging to keep it relatively clean.

“Can you do a species test for me?” Yoongi asked a day later, having arrived at Namjoon’s little witch shop unannounced.

Namjoon had been crouched behind the counter and not noticed that he’d entered. He jumped when he heard Yoongi’s voice, and it sounded like he almost got half a spell out before he caught himself. Then he just stared at Yoongi in bewilderment.

“Well?” Yoongi said, pulling out the straw that he’d properly bagged as soon as he got home. “Isn’t there some magical DNA test thingy that you witches can do?”

“Min Yoongi, how did you get in here?” Namjoon asked, still tense and eying Yoongi like he might sink his fangs into his neck any moment.

Right. Yoongi had forgotten he wasn’t supposed to know about this shop. Still, Namjoon was naïve, if he didn’t think that he’d looked up the witch, who had caught his interest. Of course, he knew of his little work place full of trinkets.

He had not gone to it before since it was a stupid idea. Too much risk of running into vampire hunters who might recognise him. He’d forgotten about that part until now. He’d been too fascinated with discovering the identity of the strange guy from the coffee shop.

“Why are you not answering me?” Yoongi said, lips in danger of pulling into a pout.

He should not be pouting at witches. He should be ripping out their spines. But Namjoon had given him a sun protection ring and they’d established this tentative friendship. At least Yoongi thought they were moving in that direction. He still wasn’t sure how he felt about that, but he knew he didn’t want to kill Namjoon and Hoseok. It was a good start.

“I will not answer you until you give me an answer,” Namjoon said, hands twitching at his sides. “You’re not supposed to be able to come in here.”

“Clearly, you’re not as clever as you think you are, since I’m right here. The ward didn’t work. Now. My answer?”

Namjoon shook his head and let go of some of the tension in his shoulders.

“Sorry, I just… this isn’t great news for me. No vampire should be able to find the shop. That’s not good at all.”

It took Yoongi a scarily long time to recognise that Namjoon was afraid. Of Yoongi, of other vampires. It made sense. Yoongi had also learned that him and Hoseok lived on top of the shop. He probably thought that they were safe in here. Not that a human and a witch could ever truly be safe with everything that roamed in the night.

“Well, you need better spells then,” Yoongi said, almost offended.

“Clearly. Now… what did you ask again? Species test?” Namjoon asked.

“On this,” Yoongi said and put the plastic bag with the straw in it onto the counter. “My nose didn’t help me. You will.”

“Or what?” Namjoon countered and he stood a little taller. A little more like the powerful witch Yoongi knew he was and less like a scared little human.

Yoongi should be making threats, probably. Resuming the hunt on Hoseok would hurt Namjoon the most. But he was trying to not alienate the pair too much so that was off the table.

“You do me a favour, I’ll do you one,” he said, casually and pretending like it wasn’t a big deal.

Namjoon clearly did not agree. His eyes went very wide. He cleared his throat and tongue flicking out to wet dry lips. He kept staring at Yoongi, almost as if daring him to take the words back.

“Okay,” Namjoon said eventually. “But if it’s not a common species, it’ll take me time.”

Yoongi had expected that. Magic wasn’t a cure all after all.

“Call me when you know,” he said, turning on his heel and exiting the shop. Namjoon was right that he shouldn’t be in there for both of their sakes after all.

“Wait, I don’t have your number!” Namjoon shouted back.

“Hoseok does!” Yoongi replied pushing through the door, not glancing back.

Hoseok hadn’t actually had his number but Yoongi had saved Hoseok’s number a while back. It had been during the time that Yoongi had hunted him down. He was teaching at a dance studio and the teachers’ personal numbers were added in case of emergency on the board inside of the studio. Sloppy. He shot him a text now.

While Yoongi waited, he went back to his café, hoping that maybe he’d catch a glimpse of Taehyung again. He was by far more interesting than the humans Yoongi had originally come to study. He was still hoping that they’d surprise him in one way or another.

The surprise came quicker than he’d realised.

By the time he had come up to the counter, the young part time barista was already putting a drink down in front of him. He was wearing a big smile like he was proud of himself as he gently pushed the drink towards Yoongi.

Yoongi just raised an eyebrow at the boy. Jungkook, read his nametag. For a moment, Yoongi wondered if this was another one of those weird human flirting things that he never understood.

“Your regular drink, right? ‘Black coffee just like my soul’,” Jungkook asked, moving to hit some keys on his cash register, presumably to punch in the price for the coffee.

He was parroting back the words that Yoongi had said last time. This was odd. He had not been visiting the café for so long. How was that enough for it to make him a regular? Or was his drink just that unusual that it stood out? Maybe Jungkook just had a good memory?

Yoongi was just looking down at the cup wondering if this was manipulation or simply just kindness. He’d seen more of the first one but he did know objectively that the latter happened too. It was just a rarer sight.

“Oh, did I get it wrong? Sorry, I can whip you up a new order, let me just tak-”

“No, it’s right,” Yoongi said, reaching out to snatch the cup off the counter before Jungkook could take it back. He might have snatched it off the counter with superhuman speed. Jungkook went a little cross-eyed but he didn’t say anything more.

Yoongi threw down way too much change on the counter and marched off while muttering that the change would be a tip.

He didn’t like owing anyone anything and he kind of hated that the humans working in the café already had become familiar with him this early. It was probably a sign that he should change cafés but that also meant that he would lower his chances of running into that curious Taehyung again.

Not that it was certain that Taehyung would visit this café again. He might just have been passing by. He didn’t seem local to the city at all. If he’d been around for a long time, Yoongi felt sure that he’d have heard whispers of him from the magical network. He didn’t really pay attention to it much but Seokjin did and he loved gossip.

Yoongi kept going to the café the next few of days. Whenever Jimin or Jungkook were behind the counter, they would have made his coffee by the time he reached the front and he’d just have to pay. Yoongi hated that he found himself endeared by it.

Clearly, they were just trying to charm him to tip better!

And it was working too. Yoongi found himself repeatedly putting the change he was handed back into their tip jar. It wasn’t like he needed the money. Investments placed decades ago would keep him rich for a very long time.

Hence why he was looking for excitement in the mundane. There was a time during the 1910’s that him and Seokjin had been having a wild time, blowing through so much of their fortunes just for the heck of it. It had been another one of those times that Yoongi had grown bored. He’d found Seokjin and latched onto him happily.

This time he’d found himself wanting to latch onto Namjoon and Hoseok. It should be enough probably, but the issue arose that they were mortals and Yoongi was decidedly not. He was trying not to think about that too much.

He was sitting in his little corner, overlooking the rest of the café when he heard the by now familiar sound of the door being pushed open and he was met with a scent he’d only smelled once before.

Taehyung was back. Every head seemed to turn towards him as he strolled in, bright and happy smile on his face.

“I have returned,” he exclaimed happily and way too loudly for the quiet café.

Most of the people in here right hadn’t been present the last time that Taehyung had visited. He seemed to notice the same things, eyes going wide and looking like they might pop out of his sockets when he took in the people around him.

“You’re all different,” he muttered, low under his breath, so quiet that most people probably wouldn’t have heard him.

Yoongi did. He was tuned into him after all.

He politely lined up behind the people to get his drink and he greeted Jungkook with a bright smile, introducing himself all over again. Jungkook seemed a little thrown by Taehyung’s face, sputtering and nervous. When Taehyung asked him what drink he could get, he seemed a bit more at ease.

“Oh, like my recommendation?” Jungkook asked.

“Recommendation,” Taehyung said, like he was turning the word over in his mouth. Then he snapped his fingers and looked excited. “Yes, please!”

Jungkook let out a nervous giggle and went to make what looked like an extravagant strawberry milkshake topped with real strawberries. He slid it over to Taehyung kind of nervously.

Yoongi was in the perfect position to see how Taehyung’s eyes went wide and he almost grabbed the drink out of Jungkook’s hand.

“It’s the red fruit! I love the red fruit!” Taehyung said, already plucking a strawberry off the top and plopping it into his mouth.

Yoongi snickered against his will. Taehyung might not be human but he was endearingly cute.

He paid for his drink and then started to make the rounds in the coffee shop just like last time. Yoongi eavesdropped and he found himself thankful that Taehyung was helping a lot in his Yoongi’s human research. He asked a lot of the things that Yoongi had wondered about but never bothered to ask.

And the humans being questioned seemed a bit baffled but it was like all of them opened up to Taehyung all the same. It might be that bright and happy smile. It looked a little disarming.

Yoongi’s phone buzzed and he was surprised to see Hoseok’s number. He kept his eyes on Taehyung, currently lost in conversation with an old woman talking about her grandkids, as he picked up the phone.

“Greetings,” he said plainly.

“Eh, ehm, is this Min Yoongi?” Hoseok’s voice came through the phone a little nervous.

“Speaking,” Yoongi said. “Hello Jung Hoseok.”

Hoseok let out a very nervous chuckle and for a moment, Yoongi wondered if he was going to hang up. He cleared his throat multiple times.

“I’ve got Joon here with me and we’ve got some news for you. About that sample you dropped off,” Hoseok said eventually.

Now that caught Yoongi’s attention. He looked over at Taehyung, moving to change to another table effortlessly and be ready with more invasive but interesting questions.

“Yes?”

“You were right that it’s something… well, magical? Or I think alien might be a better way to describe it,” Namjoon said through the phone. “I did an analysis on it and it does not match any current magical species on Earth. It does however share striking similarities with asteroids. I think you might have a real-life alien on your hands. Like from out of space.”

An alien. Yoongi would not have guessed that. There were many magical species, some very rare, and he’d thought that it was far more likely that Taehyung was one of them. If he was from outer space, why the hell did he look like a human?

“Could an alien appear human? Like flawlessly?” Yoongi asked, lowering his voice just in case Taehyung had as good hearing as himself, even if he was busy and lost in conversation again.

“I suppose so? I wouldn’t guess that they would look like that naturally but if they did arrive on Earth and saw humans all over, it would be naturally for them to assimilate our physical features, if they were capable of such a thing,” Namjoon said.

“Wait, are you saying that there could be actual aliens just walking around and looking like people?” Hoseok piped up. “Like you could have passed them on the street and not no.”

“It’s possible,” Namjoon told Hoseok.

“Unlikely though,” Yoongi chimed in.

“Huh?” Hoseok asked.

“I’ve never met anyone before and I’ve been alive for a long time. He’s probably a rarity,” Yoongi said.

“He… You’re not going to kill him, right?” Namjoon asked, suddenly sounded scared.

Yoongi chuckled, and he made it sound a little menacing. He liked people being intimidated by him. It made them give him a wide berth. But he’d been trying to get better on with these two, so maybe it wasn’t the best idea.

“Why? Can’t I get a taste of alien blood?” Yoongi said in a deadpan voice, hoping that it came across as joking.

“He’s joking!” Hoseok said very determinedly. “You’re joking, right?”

“I am,” Yoongi said, deciding that he’d rather not have them be worried and scared. “And thank you for the favour, Namjoon.”

There was a beat of hesitation.

“You’re welcome,” he said, still sounding hesitant.

“You’ll still return it?” Hoseok asked when Namjoon didn’t say anything more.

“Sure,” Yoongi said and crossed his legs and leaned back, even though they couldn’t see him. “What do you want?”

“To help us test how to keep vampires out of Joon’s shop,” Hoseok said.

Oh, right. Yoongi wasn’t sure why his mood dipped. They wanted to barricade it against vampires properly. They should. Too many vampires would want to spill a witch’s blood or use his human companion to bring him down.

Yoongi was a man of his word and he would do it, even though it felt like a step in the opposite direction of the budding friendship.

“Sure, I’ll help,” he said and tried to sound nonchalant.

It seemed to surprise the two as they went quiet once more.

“Really?” Namjoon asked, still a little hostile.

“Thank you, Yoongi-ssi!” Hoseok said shushing on Namjoon.

“Hyung,” Yoongi corrected. “You should at least address me as such once before blocking me out.”

“Oh… we’re not. It’s not meant for you, Yoongi… hyung,” Namjoon said. “I may not understand why you’ve had a change of heart but I, we believe you. That you’re not intending to hurt us. It’s for all the other vampires. I’ll make an exemption for you.”

Yoongi had mostly been kidding around but that made something feel weird in his chest. Of course, Taehyung decided that very moment to come up to Yoongi’s table. He didn’t say anything, he just smiled beautifully and waved his hand back forth a little too fast.

“Eh, okay. Bye,” he told Hoseok and Namjoon and quit the phone call.

“Am I right in assuming it’s polite to wait until someone gets off the phone?” Taehyung asked, pointed at the phone that Yoongi had now put down on the table.

He let out an affirmative hum. It seemed like that was all it took for Taehyung to invite himself to sit Yoongi’s table. He was still carrying his drink around but he’d eaten all of the strawberries off of the top and drunk half of it.

A big improvement to the colourful Frappuccino Yoongi had fished out of the trash a week ago.

“What is your name? I am Kim Taehyung and I am… 26 years old.”

He hesitated oddly before stating his age, like it was something he had rehearsed. Yoongi was happy that Hoseok had called before he actually got to speak with Taehyung, because now a lot of things were slotting into place.

Yoongi shouldn’t play with a potentially dangerous alien species but he found himself not caring about that. Taehyung looked clueless and harmless and if it came down to it, then Yoongi could hold his own very well. Alien against vampire, it could be an interesting fight.

“I am Min Yoongi and I am 329 years old.”

Taehyung’s big eyes went very wide and his mouth fell open in shock.

“Wow! You are the oldest human I’ve met yet and you look nowhere as old as the grandma I talked to earlier! Is it that thing the others mentioned? What was it? Oh!” Taehyung said, snapping his fingers. “Do you have a good skincare routine?”

It was funny how he seemed so not clued into how to behaving and what to say but at the same time, his mannerisms were pretty human. Yoongi wondered if the aliens had some sort of technology where they could imitate physical aspects of other species. The language too. Taehyung spoke flawless Korean, even with a slight Daegu accent that reminded Yoongi of home. Maybe he’d snatched someone’s voice.

“No, I just use water,” Yoongi said, lips itching to turn up into a smile.

“Oh, I see. Well, you must know a lot, if you are this old! I swear I read somewhere that humans usually don’t age past 100 years but we must have the wrong information,” Taehyung said with a nervous laugh. And then he reached to tap on the square on his wrist.

Looking at it now, it might resemble a smartwatch but it wasn’t one in the slightest. To begin with, it didn’t have a strap that attached it, it seemed slightly imbedded into his skin.

“No, it is unusual,” Yoongi said and after a brief consideration he decided that he was curious to see if aliens had heard of vampires. It wasn’t like even most of Earth’s population knew about the supernatural underbelly that lived alongside them. He’d be surprised if the stories had reached aliens somehow.

“Wow, so you’re like a rare human?” Taehyung asked. “Neat!”

“Well, not exactly,” Yoongi said and leaned in over the table, arms folded under him and Taehyung instantly mimicked the gesture. “I’m a vampire.”

It did not get the surprised reaction that Yoongi had hoped for. In fact, Taehyung looked disappointed.

“Oh…”

“Why?” Yoongi asked, not sure what to make of that reaction.

Taehyung was quick to wave his hands around.

“No, no, sorry! It’s just I’m here to learn about humans and not vampires, so I’m sad that I can’t talk to you more,” Taehyung said and he was already starting to move from his seat.

Yoongi was baffled. Only aliens would react like this. Earth was crawling with humans while vampires hid in the shadows and were presumed not to exist. Anyone else would be much more thrilled, and probably scared, about having found a vampire, and yet here was Taehyung already walking away.

What was more surprising was that Yoongi wanted to keep him here. He was too invested and too curious. This was the most alive he’d felt in a long time. He was fixated and he wasn’t going to just let Taehyung slip out of his grip. He was far too interesting.

“I did used to be human though. 300 years ago,” Yoongi said, reaching to take a sip of his drink nonchalantly but he caught how Taehyung paused and slid back into his seat.

“Used to be human? That’s something you can do?” he asked, looking so curious that Yoongi knew he was about to spill his guts just for the heck of it.

And he did.

It was objectively a bad idea. Taehyung probably had a boss somewhere if he was on a mission to try and learn about humans, and maybe they would realise that a vampire could be a much more interesting study. Most humans didn’t even know vampires existed and let alone how it worked with being turned or existing as one.

But it kept Taehyung utterly transfixed as Yoongi explained in a hushed voice. He was even more captivated when Yoongi started to share some of the things he’d experienced through his long life. It turned out that he had learned quite a lot about humans and their history by simply being present through it all.

“But you know, Taehyung, you can’t tell any humans about this,” Yoongi said sternly. “Most don’t know vampires are a thing and they are scared of us.”

Taehyung frowned in confusion.

“Why would they be scared of you? You’re nice.”

Yoongi looked around to see that most of the coffee shop had been vacated, only a couple of people still remained, and they were now packing up. The sun outside of the window was starting to dip, leaving the sky and opening up the night for Yoongi’s kind. Hours must have passed but it had only felt like minutes to Yoongi.

Taehyung was a captive audience and he had so many questions. He also had stories of his own, parallels to how he experienced the world differently than humans. He didn’t exactly offer up specific information, since he hadn’t realised that Yoongi had worked out that he was an alien yet. Even so, Yoongi managed to drag a few things out of him.

Like how Taehyung didn’t need food or drink, but he needed someone to give him hugs and affection. Yoongi had thought about his own loneliness over the years and thought that if he was an alien instead, perhaps he would already have perished. Taehyung looked rather frightened when Yoongi said that some humans went a very long time without physical affection, if they didn’t have loved ones.

“I’m not nice,” Yoongi said, after he’d turned Taehyung’s words over in his head. “You like humans, right?”

“Yes,” Taehyung confirmed with a nod without hesitation.

“I’ve killed them. Quite a few over the years,” he said, thinking that he should probably not send Taehyung away with a misinformed image of him. Frankly, he was also just curious as to what Taehyung would do.

If anything could make that big grin drop from his face.

“Oh… well, why?” he asked, and he didn’t sound scared or judgemental. He still just sounded curious, as when he’d asked Yoongi why humans ever chose to walk on their own two feet when they had designed so many other methods of transportation.

“Why did I kill people?” Yoongi asked for clarification.

Taehyung nodded, still looking very sincere.

Yoongi heard the shop door open and saw the last other customers leave. It was just him and Taehyung now, and the baristas. However, both Jimin and Jungkook had disappeared out the back for now, probably to start cleaning up.

It wasn’t like they hadn’t talked absolute nonsense for a long time, even with hushed voices, but this was probably not something that Yoongi should be getting into detail on all the same. But Taehyung’s eyes were big and bright and he looked so curious. Yoongi was learning about himself that he was a weak man for pretty eyes.

“For food most of the time,” Yoongi said. “For revenge sometimes.”

“Revenge?”

“Like if they’d tried to kill me or one of my… friends,” he hesitated to add that part. The only time he’d ever actually killed someone for someone else was when Seokjin had gotten into a bit of a tough spot with some hunters.

To this day, Seokjin would still not admit that he’d needed the help, but Yoongi had saved his undead life all the same. And he would do it again.

“Friends? You have friends! Like human friends?”

Yoongi hesitated here. Did he have friends - plural?

“The one I was talking about is another vampire,” he said. “But recently I’ve been, eh, befriending a witch and his human.”

He still wasn’t sure that he could call it that, but at least they hadn’t seemed to want to run away from him anymore. Progress?

Taehyung reached across the table and grabbed Yoongi’s arm. “Wow, you’re so cool! Can I befriend them too? I don’t know how!”

Yoongi carefully peeled Taehyung’s hands off of him. Yoongi wasn’t sure why he felt compelled to try and offer advice when he didn’t know how to make friends either. Almost all of the people he’d become familiar with in his long life hadn’t stuck around. Seokjin was an exception. And it wasn’t just the mortality interfering, even if that was heart-breaking, when Yoongi thought about it for too long. Many potential friendships had fell apart before death had come between them. He just didn’t know how to keep someone close.

“Eh, you can try? But honestly, I’m sure a friendly guy like you could make friends easily,” Yoongi said.

“What do you mean?”

“Like that thing where you just walked up and talked to people? I’m pretty sure that’s how humans normally make friends. They just start talking one day and then if they like talking together, then they find a way to continue doing so and start doing stuff together. It looks very simple.”

It looked simple but Yoongi still didn’t know how to actually do it. He wasn’t going to tell Taehyung that part. Right now, he looked at him as if he held the whole world in his palm.

“That does sounds simple!” Taehyung said with a big smile.

Jimin and Jungkook came out from the back and started to approach them cautiously.

“Oh, sorry, you two, but we are closing soon,” Jimin said, looking a little nervous.

“Closing? The shop? Why! I like it here!” Taehyung protested loudly and actually started pouting at Jimin, who quickly started waving his arms.

“No, no, just for tonight. We’ll be open again tomorrow,” Jimin said.

“Oh, right,” Taehyung said. “The opening hours thing. Good. Hey, are you both human?” he asked looking at both Jimin and Jungkook.

They exchanged a worried glance and some silent communication but then nodded. Jungkook looked over at Yoongi like he would be able to help. He wasn’t going to have any luck there. Yoongi was way too amused.

Taehyung was funny, without even trying. It was captivating.

“Great! Would you like to talk more and become friends?” Taehyung asked, very bluntly.

Yoongi was fairly certain that wasn’t how you went about making human friends. It seemed that most of the time humans were being subtle about it.

“Eh, sure?” Jimin said, as Jungkook said “yeah, that would be cool.”

So maybe Yoongi stood corrected. Humans were confusing.

“Look, Yoongi! I’ve already got two human friends now! I’m ahead of you!” Taehyung said triumphantly.

Maybe Yoongi would make a friend out of Taehyung too. Or maybe something more. He was entirely too endearing to simply let go. And Yoongi had more than once found his eyes drifting down to Taehyung’s lips. Taehyung had accidentally brought up that he wasn’t still used to his limbs, which indicated that he probably had a real alien form that looked different than this. Yoongi wasn’t going to let that deter him. He’d always seen people over appearance anyway.

“Great work, Taehyung-ah,” Yoongi said, pouring a bit of teasing into his voice and going for casual speech.

“Do you know each other?” Jungkook asked, looking back and forth between Yoongi and Taehyung.

“No, it’s the first time we’ve met!” Taehyung proclaimed honestly. “Come to think of it, would you want to be my friend too, Yoongi? I know you’re a… you’re you! But I still think it could be cool. I’ve been meaning to go around collecting friends and I never imagined it could be as easy as just asking! You should have told me that first!”

Jimin and Jungkook were giggling a little, clearly endeared rather than weirded out. Yoongi had a feeling that the pretty smile and innocent eyes on Taehyung had them smitten too. It wasn’t even like Yoongi could blame them, when he felt the same way.

“If you want,” Yoongi said. If nothing else, becoming friends would be interesting as hell. He had entertained hours of questions from Taehyung without growing irritated, which was quite the feat. He now had questions of his own. Quite a lot of them.

None he really could ask in front of the two baristas who’d been caught up in all of this. They were just doing their job and right now, Yoongi and Taehyung were probably holding them back from closing up the shop.

Yoongi got up from his seat and started to collect his and Taehyung’s mugs.

“Nice,” Taehyung said, once more with his blinding smile.

“You want to exchange numbers?” Jimin asked, pulling out his phone.

And so ensued five very weird minutes where Taehyung tried to figure out how phones worked and if he had one at home that he could put the number in of. At some point Jungkook asked if Taehyung couldn’t just use his smart watch, pointing at his wrist, and Taehyung had quickly covered it up with his hand and let out a very unconvincing squeak.

Yoongi had ended up taking Jungkook and Jimin’s numbers and promised to pass them onto Taehyung once he found out what he had done to his phone. Yoongi grabbed him by the wrist and pulled him outside before they could cause more distress to the humans that Taehyung seemed set on befriending.

He was trying to save him from the mistakes he’d made with Namjoon and Hoseok. Starting off with humans scared or confused wasn’t a great way to build a friendship he’d learned.

“You should be careful, Taehyung,” Yoongi said, as he started to walk down the street. Taehyung fell into step beside him like he’d done it for years.

“What do you mean?”

“Humans are… fragile and most of them are scared of species different than their own.”

“Like vampires,” Taehyung nodded.

“Yes, but also aliens,” Yoongi said, figuring he should probably let Taehyung in on how he already knew that about him.

Taehyung stopped moving. Yoongi turned around and watched how his face transformed into something out of a horror film. He was staring at Yoongi like was a chainsaw wielding maniac. And then the tears started to flow from his eyes.

It was not the reaction he’d expected at all.

“Don’t cry,” Yoongi said, caught between annoyance and worry.

“Cry?” Taehyung asked confused.

“Your eyes,” Yoongi said in a soft voice.

Taehyung lifted his fingers to the wetness on his cheeks. “I’m crying? Oh. Sorry.”

“It’s okay, Taehyung-ah,” Yoongi said and he tried to make his voice comforting. This wasn’t his job. Never had it been his job to comfort crying aliens but something needed to be done. He hated seeing people in pain. He’d always been a swift and efficient killer for this very reason and he’d only done it when the situation called for it.

“You’re not supposed to know. No one is supposed to know. How did you? I was told my disguise was flawless,” Taehyung said, his voice so small.

He definitely looked so human standing like that all dejected and lost. It reminded Yoongi of his own time as a human. Cut into his chest and into feelings that should have long since been killed. He had a gut feeling that it would only be the first time that Taehyung managed to affect his supposedly dead emotions.

“You look human. Like the perfect human,” Yoongi confirmed. “Very handsome too, but you are too clueless of the human world. It comes off as… otherworldly. And my nose is different from humans. I could smell something was off about your scent, so I got a witch to help figure you out for certain.”

“But they said I would be captured and tortured if anyone found out!” Taehyung said, tears coming on stronger now. “And just when I thought I was making friends… This isn’t fair!”

“I’m not going to capture or torture you,” Yoongi said, voice steady and stern.

Taehyung blinked in surprise and it seemed that his tears were finally drying up.

“What? Why?”

Yoongi let out a soft chuckle and against his better judgement, he took a step closer to put a hand on Taehyung’s shoulder. He gave him a gentle squeeze and Taehyung exhaled as if he was suddenly more comfortable and steadier and as if he hadn’t been bawling his eyes out minutes before.

“I am like you, in a sense. Other to the humans, hiding from them as well. We’re similar like that,” Yoongi said. “And I’m a lonely bored vampire who has been alive for too long and you are far too interesting to lose right away.”

“You’re lonely?” Taehyung asked, eyes going wide. “Why didn’t you say so? Let me help!”

And then Yoongi found himself wrapped up in a big hug, even lifted off his feet slightly. He’d seen Taehyung coming and he could have used his senses and vampiric speed to duck out of the way but instead, he just let Taehyung wrap his arms around him and pull him in close.

It didn’t really feel different at first but Yoongi did feel how his muscles eventually untensed and he let himself be slumped in Taehyung’s sudden embrace. He hated being touch by strangers and part of him just wanted to shove Taehyung away but at the same time, it was like he was weak for it. Like his body told him that he should stay in the embrace.

“Feel better?” Taehyung asked, squeezing Yoongi a little harder.

“This is how you eat?”

“Eh, no… but how we keep on living, really. Not food like humans, or blood like you, I guess,” Taehyung said and pulled back and his cheeks looked a little flushed, like he was blushing. “Energy.”

He didn’t seem aware of it himself, but maybe he was still getting used to his human body.

“Are you here all alone?” Yoongi found himself asking, worried that Taehyung would be lost and starving. Maybe they could even die without affection.

“Yes,” he confirmed. “I kind of stole a ship and came here. They didn’t like it at first but it’s not like they can actually come and get me without flying to Earth themselves, so… they’re making me report my findings. What is it called again? A compromise.”

“Why would you come here of all places? Isn’t there more interesting in the universe than little planet Earth?” Yoongi asked.

Sometimes, he’d looked up at the stars and wondered what else might be out there. It turned out that Taehyung had been and others like him. Intelligent life that could manage to mimic human language and appearance.

Rather incredibly that Yoongi had lived long enough to meet aliens.

“Nothing is more interesting than here! And I, ehm, I’m kind of the odd one out back home. My energy is… different. No one understood it. My mum said that she’d heard of a planet that was full of energy like that. I don’t think she expected me to actually run away to it, but well… I couldn’t not. I had to go see for myself.”

It was entirely too much information to take in, standing in a deserted street in Seoul. Taehyung said it so easily, like he wasn’t spilling his life story out to a stranger.

Or well, a new friend, Yoongi supposed they were.

“How do you mean your energy is different? What kind of energy?” Yoongi asked.

Taehyung’s eyes darted around, confirming that they were in fact still alone, and then he leaned in close to whisper in Yoongi’s ear.

“Love.”

He was smiling when he pulled back.

“Love?” Yoongi echoed.

“Love,” Taehyung repeated with a nod. “I was told humans have great capacity for it. And it’s true! The energy is all around. I’ve never quite felt anything like it. Oh, and it’s not just humans. It’s vampires too.”

Yoongi flinched. “What?”

“You,” Taehyung said, like he wasn’t about to rip Yoongi open emotionally. He looked like he had no qualms about doing so. “When you talked about your friends. Sometimes when you looked at me. When I gave you a hug just now! I think the energy has many names. Human language is complicated, but, ehm, like, affection and fondness. All of that. But it’s all belongs under the umbrella of love. Like me!”

“You are quite something, Taehyung,” Yoongi said, looking at this weird alien smiling so brightly and looking so pleased to be talking to a vampire.

“I know. So are you!” Taehyung said while keeping his genuine smile. “So… can we still be friends? Even though you know I’m not human.”

“I’m not either,” Yoongi pointed out.

“Well, then we can help each other.”

“How so?”

“Figuring out humans together and eh, each other too maybe?” Taehyung offered.

Yoongi would be a fool to turn an offer like that down. He knew he’d never get it again, no matter how long a life he might live. Taehyung was unique and he had a feeling he’d only get one shot at this.

He had to take it and see how it would go.

“I like the sound of that,” Yoongi agreed and suddenly he was swept up in a hug by Taehyung again.

This time, he hugged him back.

#taegi #bts fic #bts fanfic #bts fanfction #vampire au #alien au #my stories

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REVOLUTION

[CYBERPUNK x ALIENS AU]

PART TWO

RECKLESSLY I SET FIRE TO THE FUSE

Side Characters: OT7

Warnings: violence, sharp objects, blood, death.

Genre: cyberpunk, fantasy, enemies to lovers, angst, he hates her in the beginning, slow burn.

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Hyejin

How could I tell him?

Know how his temper is, he will make a reckless decision. He can't know anything about my state, after all he was the one who let me go on the last mission.

If he knows anything about my health, i don't even wanna know what he would be capable of doing.

This wasn't how i wanted things to end. No one does, but we are here for the only reason of fighting, I just wished not all of us had to.

But once he came back with Namjoon, i saw the look on his face as he looked at me. Namjoon kept scolding him for not taking his treatment when he interrupted him and asked about mine.

He was so hostile they had to put him down, but no for too long. He was the strongest.

- HOW COULD YOU NOT TELL ME!? THIS IS ALL MY FAULT! - he shouted with me, but then fell to his knees - i shouldn't have ever let you join me... this is all my fault...

- no, i wanted to be there with... - i tried to calm him - i..

- i don't want to be here without you...

And with that he left. No long after the alarm went out and everything was Red, i was so worried he would do something stupid.

I screamed and tried to figh the doctors, I tried so hard to go to him but they would not let me do i begged them to do something, to talk with him.

No one listen, no one cared.

But maybe, just maybe she could.

That was when Namjoon came, i didn't told him anything just that i needed to talk with y/n.

I saw her.

She didn't notice me, none of them did. I was awake the whole time while she was treating my injuries with the other woman, i saw when she was cleaning his injuries the way she looked at him, how gentle she was with him and she touched him the way he leaned into her hand.

She was in love him. And i would save him now even if it means using someone else's feelings to.

- hey....

Looking up i saw her. A confused look on her face as she looked at me, her feelings showing up on her face.

I had to make it work fast, before Jungkook do anything stupid. Not letting her finish her sentence i begged:

- please, help him.

- what? - confusion clear on her face.

- please save Jungkook, I beg you.

The look. She didn't have to say it. He already did it.

- Is he..? - before i could end my sentence she reply:

- no. - she pauses before sighting - not yet.

There is a minute of silence between us before she asks, what everyone might be wondering "why".

- by the way, why the hell did he do that?

- you will soon find out, everyone will.

She scoffed before taking her lab coat, throwing in the chair beside my bed she tooked only her card.

- I'll see what i can do.

With that she gave me one last look before exiting the room. Now i wasn't so sure she would help, but i was hoping her feelings for him were stronger then her anger for me.

I could only hope for now.

[...]

Y/n

I must be out of my mind. I must be completely insane. This are my only thoughts as i make my way to the Hybrids Unite, i wasn't going too but i couldn't just let him die like that.

I had to be fast, from what I heard on my way there he didn't seamed to be winning. He wouldn't be winning unless someone helps him.

And that is why i was going there, usually someone like me can't go inside the Hybrids Unite but, i didn't have to. Taehyung and Yoongi were the ones in patrolling today. They will help. I mean, they are on the same team right? They have to.

I gulped. What if they don't...?

As much as i try to stay positive, it is really difficult. Namjoon made clear no one would help, it seamed he wanted to but they didn't let him.

There is only one way.

I could already see them two from a far, they both stood in front of a big double door holding big weapons. Their uniforms were different from the usual ones they wear when they have to fight the aliens, they almost look like normal soldiers if it wasn't for the eyes.

- y/n! - taehyung shouted as he saw me.

- hey guys - i couldn't help but feel relief as soon as i got there in time.

- what is it? Do you need help? - yoongi said.

- you look like you've been looking for us - this time was Taehyung.

- I was - i said - i don't know how to say this...

- just shot - yoongi joked.

- we need to help Jungkook - i said, then added - please?

They looked at each other then yoongi left shaking his head a no, Taehyung came closer to me and looked apologetic, almost.

- listen... - he sighed before continuing - we all were ordered not to interfere until everything is calm, and to be honest, none of us wants to risk our lives for a reckless decision of Jungkook.

- if he wants to die so bad he might as well just go alone.

Yoongi a tone was harsh still not looking at me.

Anger broke down in me, I could understand but even so why.

- so just leave, we have work to do.

I gave Taehyung one last look before i urned back to where i came from. No one is going to help him, no one is going to save him even though he has saved us so many times. He has help everyone not thinking about himself the only decision he has ever make for himself everyone turns their back to him.

This is not fair. Is not fair how they treated him all his life just to leave him to himself the exact day he needs someone the most, and what i hate the most about this is how hopeless i am.

How weak.

I can't do anything to save the only person alive that i still felt something for.

I couldn't even walk anymore, the whole place was trembling. A clear sing he was still out there being beaten to death.

- what he did that!?

- I know how stupid!

Two soldiers went past me were talking about Jungkook. I could only hug myself and watch as they walk and laugh off him. How could they?

- what a waste i was hoping to see the new robot in action.

- what!? Is ready?!

- yeah, i was talking with one of the engineers and they told me it was the best one they've made.

- no way.

- i know, but they said how it was hard to find a mech for it so...

Their voices we're getting more more far from me so it was hard to listen to them, a new robot? So this is what they have been doing, a new robot and they simply wouldn't let no one help him.

How could they!?

How dare they!?

If only i could do something.

If only i...

I will save him Hyejin. But not for you.

And if I fail, i'll be too dead to care anyway.

[...]

I can't believe i'm doing this. And i can't believe how easy it is to not be noticed by anyone here as i make my way to the Red Unite.

Someone like Jungkook going unnoticed there is understandable but, someone like me? How unacceptable.

Suddenly i'm glad the ones protecting us are not entirely human.

As i'm getting closer to the elevator on the Red Unite, i see Namjoon from far away. He looks distressed, running his hand through his hair and walking side to side, back and forth.

I want to go there and tell him everything will be fine, i will do something but, i can't.

Because I can't guarantee that it will work.

How more pathetic can it get.

No one noticed when i enter the elevator, no one sees it when i get to the robots Unit. They are all watching him get beaten.

They are pathetic. And so am i.

Doing something so recklessly. See me and Jungkook already have one thing in common, we both would do reckless shit for the ones we love.

At least now, i have something to fight for.

So even if i die. I'll go happily.

The place where the robots stand is huge, i have to walk a dark path over a metal bridge that goes a long way, i have never been here obviously but, it feels ambiguous.

I don't even know where i'm going at this point, my feet keeps walking and it just feels right.

I don't feel fear, not anxious. I know i'm supposed to be here and is weird.

But i don't question it.

Seeing the robots this close could be terrible, but they just look dead. With no one inside them to control them is like a big robot graveyard.

I suddenly feel the need to stop. This one feels even more weirder. It is covers in a enormous white cloth. I reach forward to try take it and my breath gets caught up in my throat, this one it is the most beautiful one from all of the others.

It was so clear. The armor had a slim fit and delicate form, black and purple were her colors and the appearance of a cat almost. Delicate yet deadly.

So pretty.

I saw this before. What you must do to get inside the armor. I didn't know how to programe it, but I did turned on.

Quickly putting on the uniform, i felt naked at how light it was and how it sticks to the skin. Putting on the in earphones it was time to get in.

I hope my brain doesn't implode.

Such a big robot but small space to be in.

Once inside i had to figured it out how to connect the armor into mine. I cursed myself for being so stupid but all it took was my ass to sit down and it did by itself.

The feeling of it i cannot explain.

It is something between pain and pleasure but fast, so fast i felt like throwing up, it was like the whole gravity were over me giving me a big hug. The pressure was so dense i felt my brain pulse.

Oh no... i'm going to die.

[...]

3rd person on

Jungkook almost lost his breath as the alien hits the armor, its strength was abnormal. Jungkook has never won against a high level alien before and never did alone, but wining was not his objective right now. Far from wining, the pain inside his head was bigger than emu physical pain the alien could put him through.

He had done enough. He had been through enough. No once he could've rested. And now he was losing the only person he had, the only one he loved in this world.

A scream from pain left his lips, loud and as painful as it could be the pain in his heart was too intense his whole body was shaking from crying and pain.

Another loud cry left his lips as the alien cut of the left arm of the armor, he could feel all of it although his arm was still in his body.

Once in the armor they become one.

And then when it was all too much, he felt his consciousness fade slowly, the pain going with it. "Am i dying?" He wondered.

His armor fell to the ground, everyone inside the Unite went quiet. He was gone.

A dark cloud closed inside the Unite around everyone, he was dead. The reality of it really hits every single one of them. Resentment in those who were afraid to do something. Even those who hated him were not happy.

Even though Hyejin who couldn't see or know what was happening knew deep down, he was gone.

The beeping sound of the flat line was a backup sound for everyone.

But,

All it took was one swish of a blade.

Not only to take the life of the alien but, everyone else's breath away.

The sight was a surprise for so many of them.

That finally taking the TI eyes from Jungkook armor, they realized the new armor has been taken and was on the system. The impossible being possible, the system was crashing due to the inability of it not being completely stable, who ever it was inside the armor could die if this wasn't fixed, who ever was inside the armor mustn't know how to turned it on correctly.

One person can't get in the armor alone. The TI had to work fast not to lose the armor. What before has been in complete silence now was in so much commotion, everyone was running side to side, engineers rushing to the armors Unit to prevent any damage on the whole system.

The new armor was fighting the High Level Alien so gracefully no one could believe their eyes, it was like seeing a big cat fighting the alien, a perfect metamorphosis and one swish of the big blade engraved in its arms was enough to cut off the whole left the arm of the Alien. Eye for an eye the panther armor took the High level alien to his knees, the armor turned its back to the alien making her way to Jungkooks armor using her smart system to check his state inside the armor.

Namjoon was still not believing his eyes, how could someone took the new armor, how where that person so good at it? It must of have been one of the hybrids in jungkooks team, could it be... Hyejin?

He kept wondering but nothing was making any sense, it seamed everyone was thinking the same too.

After she's done with checking Jungkook, in a blink of an eye she runs towards the alien aiming for its head, the new armor has been given higher speed since its form was more light looking and delicate it was much easier for it to speed up more then the armors before, the scientists and engineers used a new material for the armor finally they made it possible to fully emerge the alien skin into the metal, the blades on both arms of the panther looking armor where sharper then any other one, and stronger then any other, strong enough to cut in a half an alien if needed, and so one blow it's all it takes.

One blow it's all it takes, to make everyone shooked and wonder: "who is that?", "why would they risk their life?", "how?", "how was it possible?".

One blow, and the alien head was falling on the ground. One blow and Jungkooks eyes finally closed.

The walk back of the hero was as dark as the night sky, what for her was a victory for others was an inconvenience. Their choices were so reckless even the Headquarters of the Unite heard about it. No one was happy for it.

Once both armors retreated and where now standing inside the Unite, everyone rushed to know who was the Hunter inside the panther armor.

A few going to retreat Jungkooks body from his armor, everyone rushed to put him on a a bed and take him to the medical Unite. The others going to the panther armor to take the body of who ever was there dead or alive.

Namjoon rushed ther to help and out of curiosity, all of them having the surprise of seeing no Hunter but a simple medical doctor from the blue Unite.

Y/n was unconscious when they took her body out of the armor, Namjoons face expression was a mixture of surprise and worry.

She could be dead or die eventually. No one could understand how a no hybrid could pulled all that off, it was impossible. She wouldn't survive the beginning of the metamorphosis of the armor. No one did. Not without the special training and tests.

No one could believe it, she was alive.

[...]

The healing processes was long, even for a Hunter. Especially for y/n. A human.

Jungkooks had too many injuries, all notably intense. Blood was everywhere and it took a long time to cleaned all.

Y/n injuries were different, they were inside her. It was hard to fix her. The side effects of her actions were also being studied by scientists who were working with Namjoon. He was the one in charge of her treatment.

Often she would wake up in the middle of the night screaming and punching the air, for that reason they had to restrain her on the bed so she wouldn't hurt herself.

It took Jungkook two weeks to heal, he was still not fully healed but he had finally woken up.

His eyes opened slowly, getting used to the light the pain in his head was sharp and he groaned at that. Looking around taking notice of his surroundings realizing we're he was he sat on the bed immediately which made him instantly dizzy. His vision blurred and the pain on his head stroked harder. He groaned and looked in front of him only to see, she wasn't there.

Hyejin wasn't in medical room anymore. Which could only mean two things.

Namjoon who was making his way to the room to check on y/n saw Jungkook.

Entering the room he went over him. Jungkook immediately asked for her which Namjoon was hoping he wouldn't, know what he had done he was afraid the telling him the truth was going to make things worse and Namjoon didn't wanted to make y/n risk her life again.

But he had no choice. Namjoon though he would do anything but not this, he never thought Jungkook would just fall into his arms and cry.

He just cried, and for a long time Namjoon just stood there holding him. But he had to let go of him, he needed to treat y/n.

- sorry Jungkook - Namjoon started - I need to take care of y/n she's badly hurt.

Jungkook let go of Namjoon, then looked at him confused. Of course. He didn't know.

- that doctor, why? - he asked.

As Namjoon made his way to the bed on the other side he said the reason.

- she saved your life.

More confused now, he thought he must've had hurted her during his treatment. Never once thinking of the real reason why.

Not know what had happened until he was discharged from the medical care a week later, Taehyung was the one who told him about that night.

Baffled he had to see it for himself. He went to see her almost every day, waiting for her to wake up so he could ask.

Why

Why would she do that

Why would she risk her life for him

When no one would

When no one did

Not even his friends

Y/N

I was running. I couldn't stop running. It hurts. My legs could give out at any minute but, i didn't stop. I couldn't stop running. The fear I felt was nauseous, i felt sick. Something was fallowing me, I knew it was. But I couldn't look at it.

A hand held my arm suddenly and another one closed around my waist, the moment it did was the moment the pain was almost suffocating me.

Then a voice softly said in my ear: "it hurts doesn't it? You have to have in y/n.... You need to let go..."

No. No. No. Let me go, it hurts. I need to run. I need to go.

"Let go y/n"

No!

Please! It hurts so much i wanna die.

"Just let go... please let go"

I can't, i don't know how.

It held me tighter and whispered in my ear. A siren voice. It was like a beautiful melody.

"You know how... you've always known"

The moment i woke up felt like i could finally breathe, this whole time felt like being under water and now i was finally out from the ocean. And I screamed. Loud and roughly. The pain was too real, so suffocating.

My hand clenched over my heart as if the pain was still there, the tears fell off my eyes burned and blurred my vision.

I don't know how long has it been. I have no idea we're I was. Everything felt so unfamiliar to me, i sobbed loudly and hard i almost gagged with my own sobs.

It felt like a lived a real nightmare for years. The pain was so present every single night.

Why was this happening?

- Y/n!?

I heard a voice say my name, but I couldn't stop crying, it still felt so painful even though it didn't hurt anymore, I was so scared it would come back.

- ah! It hurts! Please!... kill me!

- y/n... look at me... you're back, you're with me.

- no! I can't let go! Please!

- y/n... - a hand held my chin making me turn away and in front of me was Namjoon - y/n you're safe.

Namjoon.

I'm safe.

Slowly i felt like my body was finally slowing down, the oxygen was finally getting inside my body. The pain wasn't there. I wasn't inside the armor... the armor.

And then all the memories came back in a flash.

Hyejin is dead.

The alien i killed.

Jungkook...

- Jungkook!... - I worried grabbed Namjoons arms.

- he's fine... - he said - you saved him. You did it.

Relief. I could finally feel it again. A sudden tiredness filled my body, I've here healing for god knows how long yet, I'm so tired. So, so tired. As if I've been running for so long.

- can i sleep a little? - i asked letting go of Namjoon - I'm a little tired...

- of course you can - he smiled softly at me - you are here to rest, so don't worry. I'll be here to take care of you.

[...]

Hungry. Is the first thing I think when I open my eyes, this time i didn't had any nightmares like the past days. It felt like I could finally rest. No more running.

I was back. But i wasn't alone. When i woke up in the medical room, Jungkook was there.

He was sitting on a chair beside my bed, he had his head between his hands and looked at the floor, this is weird. Why would he be here?

I must be dreaming. It must be another nightmare, maybe he's here to kill me in my dream.

- am i dreaming?...

My voice was almost a whisper but, it was enough to catch his attention. The way he looked at me was puzzled, a mix of different feelings. He opened and closed his mouth so many times trying to figure it out what to say he looked almost cute.

- why... do you say you're dreaming - he finally said.

- because, you're here - i simply said.

- you.. - he looked bewildered at what i said - you didn't have to save me, thank you.

- no need...

- you didn't have to, so why did you? - he asked.

- because.... - i almost said it but, should i really do it?

How could i tell him this? After what happened with Hyejin, and even before he already hated me. That won't change just because i saved him, his wonds where a lot more deeper than he shows, he has reason to hate those who made him go through all of that, i only heard about it but, the tests and training where inhumane, his feelings won't change because a reckless doctor saved him, even though I have nothing to do with what they've done to him, it won't change just because i like him.

- just give me the fucking reason! - he suddenly exclaimed.

- because… I have feelings for you?

There was a moment of silence between us, i felt my cheeks getting warmer. Then he laughed.

Now i felt embarrassed. I knew this was como but i didn't expected to feel like this.

- please, know your place doctor - he said getting up to leave - don't talk to me about this nonsense again.

And with that he left.

To be continued.

Notes: sorry for any grammatical mistakes! ☺️💖

I don’t know… is this story a bit weird?

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