#bts cerberus part three

[thelordofdarkreunion]

Magnificent Scoundrels- Man Behind the Curtain

Here, we have the second to last story of the “governments meeting/Citadel” arc.  We finally find out who precisely attacked, any why they did it.  I hope you all liked it.  As always, I do not own any of these characters except Drake and his crew.  

“Pieces on a god’s chessboard are just that: pieces, and if you fail to perform adequately or refuse to play your part, you will be removed and another will fulfill your duty.”

Aboard the IMC Rhodes

The clean black deck rang with the thumps of two pairs of boot soles.  Two pairs of hands ran through their equipment, tightening straps and checking weapons one last time.  Two pairs of eyes scanned the massive Titan deck of the Rhodes.  The two Pilots stepped onto small, circular elevators.  M.R.V.N. robots waved cheerfully at them.  The elevators took them up to the scaffolding around their Titans, cockpits already standing open.  

Pilot Elizabeth Reiner stepped inside her Titan.  The M.R.V.N on the scaffolding flashed her a thumbs up.  With a quick reach back, she stored her carbine in a holster inside the cockpit.  Pilots controlled Titans, to be sure, but you never knew when you’d be forced to dismount.  

“Welcome back, Pilot,” came the A.I. voice of KK-9734.  

“Good to be back,” she replied with a grin from underneath her helmet.  She pressed a button, and the cockpit closed, sealing her inside.  A hologram lit up on the panel next to her.  

“Pilots, you are to deploy and provide fire and heavy armor support here.  There is no need to leave you Titans.  After your mission is complete, our shuttles will retrieve you.”  Standard mission briefing from the general.  Her comms crackled to life.  

“Milk run,” came the voice of her wingman, Pilot Kara Morse.  

“Pilot Morse is incorrect.  This is a Titan heavy armor and fire support mission, not a delivery of calcium hydroxide,” replied KK-9734.  Reiner snorted with laughter.  Many Pilots realized that their Titans were way too literal, but they wouldn’t have it any other way.  

“Very true, KK.  Very true.”  There was a slight thump as the two Titans were lowered into place.  The general’s voice sounded over the comms.  

“Stand by for Titanfall.” 

On the Citadel

“Go!” yelled Vir.  The squad in the next crater up took to their feet as one and started to fire at the machine gun emplacements inside the hotel.  Shepard vaulted the crater he was standing in and took off at a dead sprint for Vir’s crater.  An ATLAS mech fired a burst in his direction, but he ignored it as he slid forward and tumbled, hands over heels, into the safety of the crater.  He stood up and brushed dust off his armor.  

Medical crater, was his first thought.  This crater was less of a crater, and more of a large trench-like hole.  Lining the insides were dozens of wounded soldiers and the Turian, GA, and Valhallan medics working on them.  Nearby, a horribly battered human, his uniform unrecognizable and chest torn open, writhed and screamed on the ground as Kraiker, the Apocalypse’s medic, worked on him.  Two C-Sec officers stood anxiously over the pair.

“Is he going to be alright?” asked one of the C-Sec agents.  Kraiker didn’t even look up.

“He will be if you shut the fuck up and let me work,” he snapped.  “Shepard. Vir,” he said, still not looking up.  “If you want some of these cases to live, I suggest hurrying the hell up.  Chakwas, Katie, Krill, and whoever the hell is on the Enterprise are probably better than I am, and we can’t get to them unless we clear this area.”  Before either could say anything, there was a flicker behind them.  Cooper’s cloak turned off and he jumped into the trench just as a machine gun stitched a line of mass-propelled rounds above him.  Cooper shook his head and brushed off his helmet.  

“I heard, I heard,” he said, holding up a hand before either Vir or Shepard could say anything.  “I’m calling in my Titan.”  he spoke into his helmet for a moment.  “There we go.  Stand by for Titanfall.”  High above, three streaks of light shone at the edge of the Citadel’s artificial atmosphere.  Cooper looked up in confusion.  “Wait a minute.  There’s only supposed to be one…” he trailed off.  Another voice sounded, this time over the open comms system of the Scoundrels instead of Cooper’s private one.

“This is Commander Briggs,” said a human woman’s voice.  “You asked for armor support, so the IMC decided to reply.  Cooper, you guys are on the same side, so try not to kill each other.”  

“Tell that to them,” Cooper muttered to himself.  The three Titans, two IMC, one Militia, slammed into the ground with enough force to briefly shake it.  Glowing blue domed shields appeared around them, protecting them from all incoming fire.  Cooper activated his cloak, and with a vault, and quick sprint, launched himself at his Titan.  

BT-7274 caught Cooper in mid air, and gently placed him inside his cockpit.  The three Titan’s dome shields dissipated.  Immediately, they started firing on the enemy soldiers entrenched inside the hotel.  Massive cannon shells, 20mm armor piercing bullets, and rockets ripped through the hotel’s outer facade as the allied soldiers beneath the Titans advanced.  

The soldiers inside the hotel panicked at the appearance of the massive war machines.  The remaining ATLAS mechs that tried to stop them were swiftly obliterated as the allied soldiers reached the hotel.  The defenders ran from the outer walls to the back, hoping to get away from the assault… only to find themselves walking directly into the waiting fire of the ODSTs.  

Elsewhere on the Citadel

Drake spun rapidly, lashed out with his boot heel, and broke the ankle of a Cerberus trooper.  The other leg came around, and the errant soldier flew onto the Citadel’s pavement.  Drake snapped his feet together, perfectly timed to the beat of the music playing, of course, and shot the trooper through the head.  He turned once more, and shot another soldier down, the kinetic barriers of the enemy stopping the bullet, but not the plasma infusion that blew a hole in her chest.  

Rocket spun around, machine gun firing wildly.  A maniacal cackle iminated from his mouth as he gunned down Cerberus soldiers, their shields and armor giving way to horrifying amounts of bullets.  

Jack, a powerful human biotic and member of Sheaprd’s crew, snapped the neck of a charging enemy with nought but a thought and flash of blue energy.  She picked up another struggling trooper with a cocoon of biotic power, and threw him through the arches of a particularly ugly metal sculpture.  An Apocalypse armsman slid forward on his knees and threw out his arms.  

“Goal!” he screamed.  Jack smiled.  She liked these people.  They were crazy.  

Nearby, Maverick watched the insanity around her.  Yeah, she could be loose.  A little crazy, especially to Kril’s standards.  But this?  This was a bit too much.  Ramirez skated across a puddle of water, almost fell, and still managed to get his rifle up in time to kill an advancing Cerberus soldier.  

“Maverick!  You’re the only non-crazy one here!” he laughed.  

“Someone has to keep you guys in check,” she shot back.  Drake looked over from where he was repeatedly ramming a knife through the armor joints of a struggling Turian.  

“Well, to be fair, you’re a lot less crazy than everyone else, Ramirez,” he said.

“Hey!  I resent that!” he yelled back.  Ramiriez spun around, only to realize there were no enemies left.  How odd.  Drake turned and walked up to a set of double doors leading god-only-knew where and started to fiddle with the control panel as two of his armsmen kept watch.  He struggled for a moment, only for the panel to give him an electrical shock.  

“Ah!  Fuck me!” he swore as he shook his hand.  Rameirez cocked an eyebrow.  

“Well, usually I’d buy you dinner first, but sure.”  Drake’s neck snapped around so fast Maverick swore she could hear vertebrae pop.  

“I like this one!” Drake yelled jubilantly.  He fiddled with the control panel a bit more, before giving it a resounding kick.  “Dammit.  Stupid thing won’t let me in.”  He motioned to the demolition teams.  “Muelka!  Federer!  Blow it the fuck up!”  The two advanced with positively feral grins on their faces.  

“Aye, aye, Captain!”

Elsewhere on the Citadel

A set of heavy double doors guarded the way into the attackers’ last stronghold on the Citadel.  Apparently, the other landing forces had managed to do quite good for themselves, with a group of traitor C-Sec officers even coming up to Shepard and begging him to take them prisoner rather than face whatever Quill and Drake were doing.  A distant rumbling and pall of thick smoke rising into the air in Drake’s direction gave a good indication of precisely what they were fleeing.  All communications in Quill’s direction were completely shut down, which was rather ominous… for the opposition.  Shepard and Vir had faith that Quill could weasel his way out of whatever was going on over there.  

As for Shepard and Vir’s group, well…  No one was going to stop thousands of the best soldiers in the universe, backed up by three Titans and two living legends.  Simplicity itself.  

As for the door, there was a current argument between the members of Shepard’s ground squad, led by his first lieutenant Miranda Lawson and the Tempestus Scions and ODSTs.  Lawson, backed up by the Normady’s chief engineer, Tali'Zorah, wanted to hack the doors open, which would take a bit of time.  The Scions and ODSTs wanted to simply blow them open.  It was at the moment that the Scions started going for their weapons, disliking that Lawson and Shepard were working alongside “xenos scum,” that Vir decided to intervene.  

“Why don’t we all settle down, huh?  It doesn’t serve any purpose to kill each other, especially since we’ve been working together to take back the Citadel,” said Vir.  He turned towards the lead Scion.  “We’ve wasted enough time already.  Blow open the doors.”  The Scion nodded and gestured to a pair of his troopers carrying bombs.  

“You heard the man.  Blow it open.”  Vir turned to Shepard and Lawson.

“I know you want to preserve as much of the Citadel as possible, but we want to get to the bottom of this attack, and demolition is faster.  I can pay for any damages, if required.”  Shepard shook his head.

“I won’t have you paying for anything if I can palm off the charges to the Council,” he replied.  Vir grinned.

“Fair enough.”  He looked over to the doors, where the Scions had placed their charges.  A mixed group of Scions and ODSTs stood on both sides, guns at the ready.  

“Ready?” called the leader.

“Ready!” came the reply.

“Breach!”  The charges exploded inwards with a massive blast of heat, melting a huge hole in the doors.  Soldiers streamed in, checking corners and moving forward, ready to destroy their enemies.  Of which there were none.  

Vir and Shepard, backed up by a cadre of heavily armed troopers, stepped through the ragged hole in the door.

“Waste of perfectly good melta charges, if you ask me,” opinionated the Scion commander.  

“Move forward.  There has to be someone here,” replied Shepard.  Heavy boots thunked into the cold metal surface of the dimly lit space as the various allied soldiers spread throughout the building.  

“Contact!” someone shouted.  This was followed by a sudden blast of small arms fire from at least twelve different points, and a small explosion.

“I think you got ‘em,” said Vir dryly.  

“Yeah.  The grenade was a bit… overkill,” voiced Shepard as he looked over the unfortunate individual's remains, mostly consisting of bloody smears on the walls.  

“They’re in here!” called an ODST, gesturing to a large open room with several overhanging balconies.  The rest of the soldiers filed in, quickly killing the nine terrified-looking people inside.  

Above them all was a group of blue skinned aliens.  Asari.  The one in charge sneered at the entering soldiers.  

“Well, it looks as if you have come here to die, scum.  Our master was right about this,” she said.

“Master?” asked Shepard to no one in particular.  The Asari gave him a leering grin.  

“The Shadow Broker does not take kindly to your interference, Shepard, and once you’re dead, I’ll give your body to him.”

“Wait.  Why the hell would the Shadow Broker, and information dealer, want to attack the Citadel with every bloody government in existence here?  And why the hell are you, an Asari, working with Cerberus, a human supremacist group?” asked Shepard.  The Scions, Valhallans, marines, ODSTs, and Vir looked back and forth between the two, as if it were a tennis match.

“That’s for him to know, and you to find out!”  The Asari turned to one of the balconies.  “Kill them!”  A group of mercenaries stormed the balcony, and pointed their weapons at the allied forces down below.  Before they could fire, a flurry of shots rang out behind them, and they fell to the ground, stone dead.  

Quill, followed by a very shaken looking Captain Viter, along with their outflanking group, stepped out from behind them.  

“Yeah, well, sometimes it pays to not have a plan, ‘cause if you don’t know what you’re doing, then the enemy certainly can’t know what you’re doing!” said Quill.  He pointed his pistols at the group of Asari.  “Your move.”  

Every individual in the group readied their weapons and started to glow with a strange blue light.  

“Doesn’t matter.  You still have to kill us!” yelled the Shadow Broker’s minion.  However, before they could do anything, more shots rang out.  A group of the Asari fell dead.  Two more were picked up and developed in blue energy, and thrown into the ceiling where they expired with a series of sickly crunches.  The leader’s head was then promptly blown apart, to reveal Drake and his outflanking group.  

Drake twirled his pistol around a finger and blew non-existent smoke from its barrel.

“Well.  That was fun.  Now what?”  All of the different factions turned to look at each other.  

“I’m sure the Council would love to thank you all for saving their station,” said Shepard, with only the barest hints of sarcasm in his voice.  “Hell, they might even throw us a party.”

The Lair of the Shadow Broker

“You have failed me.”  The voice came again, swirling with infinite power.  It was ever-changing, made up of thousands of tongues, thousands of species, individuals, emotions, and languages at once.  The Shadow Broker cringed.  He was one of the most powerful individuals in the galaxy, but the voice brought him to his knees nevertheless.  The physical power he held as a yahg, a species that few knew about, was nothing here.  “You were supposed to destroy the Citadel, along with all of these pathetic mortals!  Instead, a group you did not plan for stopped me!”  All his planning, all the contacts he had in Cerberus, the Citadel, and various species’ militaries had failed.  

“My lord, perhaps if-”

“Silence!”  The Broker cringed again.  For six decades he had schemed and maneuvered behind the shadows.  He had destroyed the original Shadow Broker.  He was confident he could get out of this deal… if he wasn’t dealing with the God of Schemes.  

“My hold upon this reality is tenacious, at best.  My most powerful mortal agent has turned against me and been hidden from my sight.  This is why I turned to you.  But you failed.”  The voice projected a thousand emotions at once: anger, fear, sadness, melancholy, love.  The Broker furiously scratched at his head to dispel the wrongness of so many contradictory feelings at once.  “My power here is weak, yes,” continued the voice, “but not enough to do this!”  

The Shadow Broker screamed.  His body twisted in horrifying, reality-bending ways.  Arms morphed into tentacles, then back again.  His skin flashed through a million colors in the span of seconds, some he’d never seen before.   His eyes shot out of his body on stalks, and fell over his chest.  Skin shed.  Eyes fell out of eyes, and appeared throughout his body.  Bones twisted into horrifying spurs.  Blood transformed into a thousand different liquids at once.  Organs ripped themselves out of his chest, then re-arranged themselves.  His body twisted, turning inside-out, upside-down, then back again.  His massive maw widened further, to terrifying degrees, and teeth grew longer.  Organs mutated, bones contorted, limbs elongated, and internal tissues burst forth from his skin.  

The Shadow broker screamed.  And screamed.  The last thing to change was his sentience.  He went from an individual of ruthless cunning and massive intelligence to a gibbering, mindless, mutated and twisted husk.  Everything was taken from him, his immortal soul devoured by daemons.  

There he would remain, a twisted, soulless, mindless husk until he was found by his minions, who were promptly torn apart.  After half an hour, the thing that was once the Shadow Broker was finally put down by his own guards, erasing the sin of his existence. 

“Arhiman has gone from my sight.  The Shadow Broker is useless.  These… Scoundrels are an annoyance but present an… opportunity.  It matters not what has happened.  This is only the very first move of the Game.  I am Tzeentch, and you are all my pawns that move when I say so.”

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Fire and Darkness

Member: Seokjin (BTS)

Prompt: Song!drabble, inspired by You Should See Me in a Crown, Bilie Eillish 

Rating: PG-13

Idea: Persephone!Y/N + Hades!Seokjin

WC: 2,421

↳ part of my 30K milestone drabble game

“More wine?” Seokjin offers, politely dabbing his lips with a dark, linen napkin.

The entire table is elegantly set with fine silver plating and red bouquets of poppies. Poppies are your mother’s favorite flower, although you could have told Seokjin she would remain unimpressed. Demeter regards the dinner before her with the stiff boredom of the upper class, deigning to dine with the lesser.

“No, thank you.” Deliberate, the goddess sets down her fork. “I rarely indulge when I travel. Tell me, daughter,” she says, turning to you. “How go things in the Underworld?”

Demeter says the word Underworld in the same way some might say vermin. Arching a brow, Seokjin faces you in tandem. His lips are pressed tightly together, as though he is trying to hold in his laughter.

“The same as usual,” you say with a shrug. “Fire. Torture. Lots of dead people.”

Seokjin’s lips twitch, though he remains silent. His dark aura is prominent, rolling off him in waves. When you first met, you found this to be intimidating but now, his power is merely a comfort to you. A solid reassurance he sits there beside you.

Demeter winces at your bluntness. “Well.” Lifting a small piece of ambrosia, she daintily chews. “At least there are only three months left of your banishment, daughter. Soon, you’ll be home where you belong. On Mount Olympus.”

Seokjin’s grip on his knife tightens. 

He harbors no love lost for Olympus, for the brothers who cast him out with nary a thought. You hold little love for the mountain either, but this is a fact Demeter chooses to ignore.

“Yes, of course,” you say, reaching out for your glass. The dark gemstones of your diadem glimmer when you turn your head. “I welcome the day.”

If your mother truly listened, she would hear the lie in your voice, but Demeter either does not, or will not. Seokjin does, though. His gaze permeates the dark haze of the room; he is looking at you, always looking at you. This is his dominion, after all – the depths of the Underworld. The endless shadow realm with which he was tasked to rule. It is his Kingdom which Demeter insults. Your Kingdom, as well, for six months of the year.

This was the bargain struck behind both of your backs.

Releasing a sigh, Demeter adjusts her fork on the table. “I am sorry this had to be done, darling,” she says, reaching out for your hand. Although you stiffen, you try not to bite back. “Leaving you down here with him... such a horrible God in such a dastardly place…”

Seokjin lifts a brow. “Horrible, yes. Deaf? Sadly not.”

Demeter continues as though he has not spoken. “Trust me,” she says. “I’m doing everything in my power to convince the Pantheon of your return.”

“Oh, please.” Yanking your hand back, you cut into your meal. “As though you weren’t part of the decision to send me here. You wanted to marry me off to the Underworld. You hoped I would mother a new God.”

Your marriage was a surprise to you, although it shouldn’t have been. These things do happen occasionally. The main pantheon of Gods convene and force the marriage of the lesser, hoping for a child who might bolster their ranks. You know this is what happened to you, even if no one will say it outright. 

Demeter’s cheeks turn a faint shade of pink. “That is not why you were sent here.”

“Oh?” Equally delicately, you set your silverware down. “So, am I to believe the official version? The human version? The one where Seokjin saw me, kidnapped me and tied me to his bedposts – yes?”

“Completely inaccurate.” Seokjin continues to chew. “I only tie those to my bed who ask to be tied there.”

You continue glaring at Demeter. “We all know the truth, mother. Let us not play pretend.”

Seokjin’s smile widens at your fierceness. He loves it when you get like this; when you are boiling over with purpose and passion. It was one of the first compliments he gave you. This was after your wedding, spoken out of surprise – that someone as seemingly delicate as you were could command such fierce anger.

Gaze narrowed, you meet your mother’s stare head-on. “Do not enter our home and proceed to spout lies.”

“Our.” Demeter’s lips thin. “My, that did not take long. How quickly the world changes, darling.”

“Does it?” You reach out, tracing a line down the petals of a poppy. Instantly, the blood-red veins brighten. “I have never truly felt Mount Olympus was my home. Not in the same way you do. I am not one of the twelve. I am not in charge of anything big, nor important and I was treated as such. Here, though...” 

You leave your thought unfinished. Lifting your gaze to your mother’s, you settle back in your seat. The darkness becomes you, glinting off your crown.

Demeter clenches her jaw. “You act as though the Underworld is preferable to Olympus.”

“Olympus has never been kind to me.”

“Nor to me.” Casually, Seokjin swirls his wine. “Namjoon has always been rather touchy about the sky and Taehyung, the sea. It is not as though I chose this land to govern, you know. Of course you do,” he says, his upper lip curled. “You were there in the beginning, Demeter.”

Demeter draws herself taller. “And yet,” she says, facing him for the very first time. “You seem to have done well enough for yourself.”

Seokjin’s smile widens. 

Through the floor-to-ceiling windows behind him, a river of glowing fire is visible. Steam curls wherever lava touches obsidian, gemstones glimmering on either side. It is a stunning visual, if a somewhat unconventional one. There is nothing like it on Mount Olympus.

“I make do,” Seokjin says simply.

Sniffing, Demeter pushes her chair back to stand. “I’m afraid I won’t be able to stay for that nightcap,” she says, her hands folded before her. Soft, violet light radiates from her form. “I must return to my duties.”

“Pity.” Your chair screeches when you stand, yet you pay this no mind. “The visit was too short.”

Demeter’s eyes narrow as she nods, as though in agreement. Turning around, she glides across the floor.

In any other domain, Demeter would simply vanish at will. Not in the Underworld though, where beings can only come and go at Seokjin’s behest. Gods and mortals alike must exit in the same manner – rowed across the river Styx by Charon, beneath the gaping jaws of Cerberus.

Seokjin watches your mother leave, a polite smile on his lips. When the door closes behind her, echoing through the room, he holds up a hand. Seokjin waits, listening for something before his body relaxes.

“She’s gone,” he says, glancing your way. “Just exited the palace. Charon will take it from there.”

Still staring at the door, you pull yourself from your thoughts. Turning around, you push your mother from mind as you stride towards the window. Each step you take transforms your clothes, lengthening and darkening from the springtime colors you know your mother prefers. Loosening your hair, you let this fall to your neck.

Coming to a stop, you survey the world at your feet. On your first day in the Underworld, you were determined to hate it. There were no pleasant stories about the darkest of Gods. Seokjin was rumored to be moody and fierce, with the gall of enjoying the hellish Kingdom he ruled.

Of course – as it is with most things concerning the Gods – Seokjin was not as he seemed.

He was moody, yes and he could be fierce when provoked. Never to you though, which you saw right away. The Gods warned you he loved to play games and so, when you met, you had your guard up.

Despite this, he greeted you at the gates for your arrival. Your first day was a tour; Seokjin led you through the Underworld with the same reserved politeness as a tour guide on holiday.

You saw none of his legendary fire and brimstone then – Seokjin merely nodded, leading you around the palace. His realm was nothing at all like what you’d imagined. The other Gods only spoke of the Underworld disparagingly, with a tinge of fear to their tone. They said Seokjin’s Kingdom was the land of dead things, of cold things, but now you know better.

The Underworld is a realm of fire and darkness, of whimsy and spirit – there are no limits within as to what you can achieve. In the reflection of the palace window, you see Seokjin walk up alongside you.

His appearance has also changed with the departure of Demeter. Instead of his company garments, Seokjin is dressed in a plain tunic and trousers. His hair is darker, messier and framing his face. No jewelry adorns his body, save for the gold band upon his finger.

Upon reaching your side, Seokjin glances sideways. “Are you alright?” 

Slowly, you nod. Still staring at the wasteland, your gaze roams molten lakes, rugged mountains and glimmering terrain. Beyond the river Phlegethon, which cuts through the gardens, lies the region of Tartarus wherein rest the damned. Seokjin keeps them close by, lest they escape and harm the rest of the Underworld.

The rest of your kingdom is nothing like this. Elysium is by far your favorite part of your domain – full of golden meadows which smell of baked bread, fields of asphodel which bloom in whimsical colors. Seokjin loves to change them at his fancy. He loves it even more when you do the same.

All other Gods reign over the living. They control whatever handful of mortals populate its surface and yet, beneath it all, you and Seokjin are masters of creation.

Nodding, you turn. “I am,” you assure, stepping closer.

Reaching out, Seokjin delicately tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. He looks at you tenderly, despite the fire to his gaze. In response, a blistering heat spreads over your body. Before you met Seokjin, you didn’t understand this connection. You only knew of want, of need – never of this. Never of love.

The first few months in his land were admittedly lonely. Seokjin gave you space, staying as far away from the palace as possible. He thought he was granting you a favor by this; he thought you hated him, like the rest of the Gods.

With time though, the ice between you began to thaw. Your glances lengthened in nature, touches softened and lingered. Before you knew what was happening, you were paying attention. 

You found Seokjin not as serious as the rest of the Gods said. Most of his fierceness was reserved for his domain. When he was not ruling, Seokjin dearly loved to laugh. One night he said he loved your laugh the most.

When you returned to Olympus, you didn’t realize how difficult the separation would be.

You thought you would enjoy being home. You imagined when you came back things would return to normal, but the shadows of Seokjin clung to your existence. Most nights you lay awake and imagined his touch. Most days, your thoughts strayed to his arms, to his kisses and the inexorable sound of his laughter.

Without him, the halls of Olympus felt strangely empty.

You only saw him once during those long summer months – the solstice; a night where all gods gathered on Mount Olympus to celebrate. Even Seokjin was to attend, the mighty God of the Underworld, who rarely left his realm of darkness.

The moment he set foot on the mountain, you knew. You could feel his presence in your bones, you glanced up when he entered and found him looking at you. When your gazes met, he softened. When you saw him, you strengthened.

And then, you realized everyone around you had stiffened. That was when you saw Olympus for what it truly was. As the bride of the Underworld, you finally saw how they treated him. Seokjin was a God. He was a member of the Pantheon, one of the most powerful beings in existence and yet, he was held separate.

Seeing how cruel the Olympians were tore you apart; it replaced the ache in your chest with a fierce desire.

When your six months of penance were over, you fairly flung yourself across the river Styx. Seokjin waited calmly when you ran into his arms. That was the moment you realized where you belonged. 

At home – with him.

Tilting your chin upwards, you meet Seokjin’s gaze. “You aren’t horrible, you know.”

He raises a brow. “How rude,” he says as he draws you near. “I don’t come into your home and insult your better nature.”

“This is my home.”

“Oh, right.” Seokjin hovers above your mouth. “The sentiment stands.”

“You wouldn’t dare,” you chide, sliding hands up his back.

Seokjin shivers – the fearsome lord of the Underworld, undone by your touch. “I wouldn’t,” he admits, bending to brush his nose with yours.

Satisfied, your grip on him tightens. Since you fell in love, you have found parts of yourself which lay dormant before. You uncovered a carnal, seductive woman who takes what she desires. Before, you always asked for permission. Before, you always waited for permission to be granted.

With Seokjin though, you’re his Queen and there is no need to ask. He encourages you to act on your desires – insists upon it.

Tilting your head, you brush your lips with his. The moment before your lips touch, something inexplicable crosses his expression. Something almost like uncertainty, which gives you pause.

“What is it?” you say, pulling back.

Seokjin hesitates, which is unusual. Although he is quiet, Seokjin speaks his mind freely to you. Still, the shadows behind him seem to lengthen with each passing second.

“Do you…” His normally stoic gaze flickers. “Do you wish Demeter to be successful?”

“What do you mean?” 

Seokjin strokes your cheek with his thumb. “The rest of the Pantheon put you here. My brothers put you here. It was not your choice to marry me, even if I did not ask. Do you ever… wish to return?”

Your answer requires no pause. “No.”

“No?”

“No,” you say, stepping closer. Pressing your chest to his, you look up. “My burden is not what you imagine it to be.”

“No?” Seokjin seems mildly amused by your certainty. “Pray tell.”

“Perhaps it was at first,” you admit, wanting to be honest. “I didn’t want to leave the world I knew. But now...” You glance past him, to where the river Phlegethon cuts a golden path through the gardens. It sends a strange hum of rightness through you. “I would not be anywhere else. My burden now is being parted from you,” you whisper, returning to Seokjin.

Hope flickers, however brief, within his dark gaze.

“You brought me to life,” you say, hands sliding up his back. “With you,” you add, meeting his gaze. “I finally feel like myself.”

Something sparks in him then, lowering his beautiful brow to yours. “You are the only alive thing in this world,” he murmurs, his lips brushing your skin. “If I played the smallest part in this, my Queen, then consider me satisfied.”

“Satisfied?” you purr, lips lifted in a smile.

Seokjin’s dark gaze turns carnal. “Never,” he confesses, kissing you deeply.

   © kpopfanfictrash, 2019. Do not copy or repost without permission.

#bangtanarmynet #btsbookclub #seokjin fanfic #bts fanfic #jin fanfic #seokjin au #jin au #bts au #seokjin writing #bts writing #jin writing #seokjin drabble #jin drabble #bts drabble

[petalsforbangtan]

bts as songs : [hispanic edition]

ya’ll i got this idea when i was listening to one of the songs on this list. i’m a compulsive bitch and luckily so is @lokojk this is pretty much a collab we did.

we maaaaay do more in the future so keep an eye out for other editions ??? 

kim seokjin : 

borro cassette by maluma 

lets be real, pretty boys coming for everyone

this song would deadass be playing when y/n would be trying to study,, cook,, clean,, something that doesn’t require jins presence at ALL.

but he’s annoying and would want to have attention on him

but cmon who can NOT give the king attention in the first place

he’d dance in a goofy way in order to receive what he wants

no sexual dance moves at all 

he’d try to be sexy but fail miserably 

“maybe if you stopped ignoring me and came over here to show me how to dance, i’d probably be way better than even you”

min yoongi  :

bandolero by don omar ft tego calderon 

yes i am aware that yoongi is soft and wants nothing more than kithes and someone to hold his hand

but lets be real when it comes to this type of music,, he’s definitely on the heavier,, darker side

if you know where this song is from,, then you’ll understand the following,, if not,, then ya moms a hoe (jk she;s probably super lovely)

ya’ll would meet at a car race in one of those sketchy parts of town where people would tell you to avoid at nights since you were new in town 

you said “fuuuuck it” and took your own racing car bc you were edgy 

the undefeated king ; min yoongi spotted you and your car a mile away,, surprised there was someone new in town

he was shocked when you got out fo your car and asked him to race

he didn’t wanna sound cocky but girls usually threw themselves at him rather than challenging him to race

its up to you to determine if he won or if you won 

jung hoseok :

mia by bad bunny ft drake 

underground rapper makes his break through 

he’s looking for background dancers for his mv

he’s not picky but he’s picky

physically he doesn’t care what the dancers look like 

but dancing wise,, you better have gotten all three yes’s and the golden buzzer on america’s got talent

he doesn’t mean to be super picky nor mean but according to namjoon,, he needs to “chill out a bit” 

y/n walks in and he can tell you’re super nervous

quite frankly he doesn’t have time for amateurs but he thought he should go easy on you and not judge too quickly

despite the parts where you messed up, he thought you gradually got better as your audition continued

“i could tell you were nervous but eventually gained your confidence,, you’re in”

kim namjoon :

mundo aparte by mym & farruko

an: pls know i’m not implying that namjoon smokes weed or does any other drugs,, this is only for entertainment purposes and its all imaginary and in no mean to harm him or any other member or staff

“maaaaan i could really use a bowl right about now”

you didn’t need to say much more before namjoon was already getting out his pipe and grinder.

two to three bowls later ya’ll were floating on clouds 

after you guys sat around listening to music,, one of you (probably you) suddenly got the munchies so you decided to order some pizza

once the pizza got delivered,, bc ya’ll shouldn’t be driving while high, joon thought it’d be a good idea to have a late night picnic at the park nearby 

so now you set off to the park and the moon looks beautiful 

lets say that the moonchild himself looks even more beautiful tonight than usual.

you suddenly realize you’ve always had a crush on namjooon ??? cut that out you’ve had a HUGE crush on joon

suddenly he realizes he has a MAJOR crush on you too

one thing leads to another and lets just say ya’ll don’t kiss and talk..

park jimin :

escape by ozuna 

jimin was the bad boy that would make your dad cry if he ever found out you were hanging out with him 

he was the one that despite his bad influences and actions, they were so addicting and you always wanted more 

he was a sweetheart on the inside, past all the stereotypes he was filed under

did he smoke and drink ?? yeah but not on the regular like others think maybe once or twice a month

HE’D ALSO NOT LET YOU GO DOWN THAT ROAD 

he would say,, and i quote “you’re too pure and good for all of this”

your favorite adventures were the ones where he’d help you sneak out of your room in order to go roam the city at 2 am 

he was cute but man he was one hell of a sexy one too

he had the vibe of a player but you knew he could be loyal

“don’t worry babygirl,, i’d never hurt you or put you in harms way”

kim taehyung :

encantadora by yandel 

clubs on saturday nights were taehyungs safe haven

he’d be drinking,, chatting,, laughing it up w his friends. he would dance sometimes but he wasn’t really into it when all his friends had a dance partner and he was all aloooone

one particular night he saw a woman 

according to hoseok tipsy off of mikes lemonades you was ‘fine as fuuuuuh’

taehyung agreed so he HAD to make his way over to you 

he was smooth, you had to admit,, but shieeeet you were smoother 

you had him wrapped your lips like sweet honey dripping down 

how were you so smooth and attractive and irresistible you may ask ??

go n ask you momma Aphrodite herself

yeah you were THE Aphrodite’s daughter 

so taehyung better watch himself when he messes around w you bc your mom was NOT afraid to threaten w ‘fuck my daughter over and your dick will become a chew toy for cerberus’

jeon jungkook :

aprovechalo by wisin y yandel 

an : man fuck jungkook who tf does he think he is tbh 

ya’ll know those late night bars w live musicians ???

yeah his headass would work at one of those and yes he’d be banging 

he’s got it all baby 

the looks,, the fits,, the voice,, the dance moves,, the vibes,, his cute smile,, his swagger ways,, the way he made both girls and guys sweat and blush whenever he looked at them 

he knew all of this too !!! and he didn’t hide it 

of course he remained humble and never used his likeliness to his advantage but he still found ways to woo the crowd

you were the bartender at the bar he sang at and yes,, you liked his music and his voice and the way he’d get lost in the moment but you got tired of these people practically throwing themselves at him

“i just don’t understand the whole hype ya know ?? he’s just another guy”

you tried explaining this to your best friend yoongi but it always went in on ear and out the other bc he was too gay to comprehend 

yoongi was a snitch and let jungkook know about this and he was determined to woo you over as well 

giiirrrl he tried singing an array of different songs yoongi would recommend but none worked 

that was until he sang AND danced to aprovechalo 

#bts imagines #bts scenario #bts text au #bangtan sonyeondan #bts sm au #bts social media au #bts texts #bts x reader #bts crack #bts fanfic #bts headcanons #bts x latina!reader #bts x poc #bts hyung line #bts maknae line #kim seokjin #min yoongi #jung hoseok #kim namjoon #park jimin #kim taehyung #jeon jungkook

[ofthedivinekrp-blog]

Did you hear? SHIN MINHO, the twenty-five year old STUDENT/TATTOO ARTIST, was spotted in downtown Yeoshin. We heard they’re a descendant of hADES is known for having the ability(s) of INVISIBILITY and ELEMENTAL TRANSMUTATION. If you look closely, they have an uncanny resemblance to BTS’ Min Yoongi.

* . ✧ ˙ ˖ — and deep down in the soul, something rises, knowing well that what made us is what could be our demise.

Hades was the ancient Greek chthonic god of the underworld, which eventually took his name.

In Greek mythology, Hades was regarded as the oldest son of Cronus and Rhea, although the last son regurgitated by his father. He and his brothers Zeus and Poseidon defeated their father's generation of gods, the Titans, and claimed rulership over the cosmos. Hades received the underworld, Zeus the sky, and Poseidon the sea, with the solid earth—long the province of Gaia—available to all three concurrently. Hades was often portrayed with his three-headed guard dog Cerberus.

The origin of Hades' name is uncertain, but has generally been seen as meaning "The Unseen One" since antiquity. An extensive section of Plato's dialogue Cratylus is devoted to the etymology of the god's name, in which Socrates is arguing for a folk etymology not from "unseen" but from "his knowledge (eidenai) of all noble things". Modern linguists have proposed the Proto-Greek form *Awides("unseen").

* . ✧ ˙ ˖ — we are capable, pressured into valiant things, able to do what others can’t in this foreign land.

Minho has the abilities of Invisibility and elemental transmutation. He doesn’t use the invisibility power as much as his other. Minho used elemental transmutation to change everyday objects into precious stones, such as gold.

* . ✧ ˙ ˖ — as stories told, legends passed, languages spread, we start to forget who were before.

Shin Minho was born to a family that never truly appreciated him. They knew of his powers, from a young age and abused them. Thanks to him, his family never had to want for anything. This also gained him a lot of friends. Well, he wouldn’t call them friends, exactly. They were people who kept him around because of what he could give them. Despite being the guy that many people wanted to have around, many people bullied him. He had always been smaller than the kids his age and he became a very easy target. His bullies were both physically and verbally abusive.

It took Minho years to finally block those people from his life, family included. Drawing had been something that Minho had always loved. Art, in general, was something that was near and dear to his heart. He’d always loved the art of tattooing and wanted to be able to try his hand at it. He put money into a savings account and began an apprenticeship at his favorite tattoo shop. For years, Minho had drawn up many tattoos and hoped to learn how to take his art from paper to skin. It didn’t take long before he was offered a spot in the shop. He worked, part time, until he enrolled into university.

He’d known about Yeoshin his whole life. His parents never attempted to shield him from the town. They just chose not to live there. In a normal town, they were special. In Yeoshin, they were just two parents living off of their child’s powers. When he enrolled into university, he rented out an apartment and bought a Tesla. His first big splurge. His freshman year of college opened his eyes to a lot of things that he’d never thought he’d be able to learn.

Yubin came into his life and from that moment on, he knew that it would never be the same again. They met during orientation and Minho swore that he’d never seen anyone more beautiful. He’d dated, once, before. His ex had been an older man that convinced him to keep their relationship private. He’d never loved Minho and it detoured him from wanting to ever date again. That was until he met Hobi.

Hobi approached him with such confidence and allure and Minho was instantly sucked in by his aura. He was beautiful and smart and everything that Minho wanted to be. The first day that they met, they had sex. Minho had never done anything like that before. He’d never wanted to be the one night stand kind of guy. So, he asked for a friendship. He never realized how much more he’d actually get.

The pair ended up dating and anyone could see that they were in love. The perfect pair, if you will. Minho would have stopped the world, for Hobi, if he could. Love didn’t even begin to describe what was between them. They are soul mates, no matter if they are together or not. Which is why it came as a shock, when Hobi wanted to end things. Minho went along with the break-up, agreeing that they were better as friends. On the inside, he was completely broken. He would never beg for Hobi to stay, if he wasn’t happy as his boyfriend. Having him as his best friend was enough.

During his sophomore year, he left the shop that he’d started working at and opened his own. He’d used the money that he had put into savings and completely fixed up an old store front, in Yeoshin. He named it Cerberus Tattoos. So far, the business has been doing very well. His shop has become very well known and he has even tattooed Kim Youngjae, a popular idol singer.

Ever since his break up, he’s blocked out emotions and has created quite a name for himself, around town. He’s slept with more people than he can remember and he has no plan on stopping for anyone, unless it’s Kang Yubin. He’s holding on to the hope of Hobi telling him that he’d made a mistake and that he wants him back. Until then, he plans on hooking up with whoever he wants as long as they’re willing.

#accepted #shin minho #otdminho #krpg #new krpg

[chimchimsauce]

Five Letter Word

Share is a five-letter word. So is fight.

Recreduscense AU for @sordidmusings​. Thank you so much for commissioning me! I hope you enjoy!

Commissions closed. They will open back up in February.

Please note! This is NOT canon. In this au, Cerberus is the only one with YN as their soulmate.

Yoongi huffs, exasperated as he steps through a portal and back into the mortal realm. Yet again, there had been a stir in the Underworld, causing Hades to call his trusted Hellhound down to help him fix up the problem.

It wouldn’t have been such a big deal, had one of the other two gone. But Yoongi is always voted to go and spend hours or even worse - days away from YN.

YN.

Just the thought of their mortal soulmate cheers Yoongi up tremendously. After dealing with the cries and screams of the undead, seeing her will breathe fresh air into his tired form. Hurrying to go find her, Yoongi quickly locates both YN and his other-selves by the sound of their heartbeats.

Preparing to barge in and be wrapped up in three pairs of arms and smothered with kisses from YN, Yoongi stops short in the doorway to the living room, watching from the sidelines as Namjoon and Hoseok snuggle YN between them, all wrapped up in a nice soft blanket.

The blue light from the television illuminates their smiling faces, the way their hands are entwined with each other. They haven’t even looked back at him, even though Yoongi knows for sure that Hoseok and Namjoon should have sensed him by now.

But the thing that ticks him off the most is the fact that they’re watching that new show that had just come out - the show they’d promised to all watch together.

Anger flares up inside of Yoongi quick and hot. Exhausted and with hurt feelings, Yoongi turns around and stomps towards the bedroom, slamming the door with enough force to crack it.

In the other room, YN sits up quickly, alarmed by the noise.

“What was that?” she asks, peeking behind her as if the source of the noise will be standing there.

“Yoongi just got back,” Hoseok says, feeling the anger and hurt in the back of his mind.

The feeling makes him shift uncomfortably. He looks over YN’s head and glances at Namjoon who looks just as apprehensive as he does.

“I wonder what’s wrong,” YN says, turning back around, “I’ll go speak with him.”

Namjoon opens his mouth to say something, but he can’t find any words to form a valid excuse. Frowning, he just watches from the couch as YN leaves, taking the blanket and all of her warmth with her.

Hoseok pouts.

“I know that she’s not going far, but it hurts every time she leaves . . . even if I know she’s spending time with Yoongi. I’d still rather feel her with my own fingers and see her with my own eyes,” Hoseok says, locking eyes with Namjoon.

The other nods, raking his hands through his hair. He scoots closer to Hoseok, leaning his head on his shoulder. It’s comforting being near another piece of his soul, especially when the other piece is hurting.

YN stops before the splintered bedroom door, her hand hovering inches away from the cracked surface.

It’s obvious that Yoongi is upset about something, but YN isn’t sure if she should interrupt his brooding. Its been a little over half a year since YN went to the BTS concert where she met them. She always had a particular affinity for rapline over the other members, but it still took her by surprise to find out that her adoration for Yoongi, Hoseok, and Namjoon stemmed from something much deeper than she ever could have imagined.

Soulmates.

Even now, that word sends a shiver up her spine. It’s both comforting and terrifying to think that her soul was made to perfectly complete another one. And more shocking than finding out that she was bonded to them was finding out that the boys were actually something she believed to be myth - Cerberus, Hades’ hellhound and three pieces of one soul.

At times it seems impossible that no one else - not even the other members - have noticed how identical they can be. When they’re relaxed or distracted, Yoongi, Hoseok, and Namjoon move, speak, and react with perfect synchronization. It’s almost unsettling.

But other times, they couldn’t be more different. Disagreements and sometimes even fights are not uncommon between the triad. They get into spats over the littlest things, like Hoseok leaving the lights on in the bathroom, Namjoon using all the paper towels up and forgetting to buy more, or Yoongi staying up so late that the other two can’t sleep.

Usually all it takes to calm everything down is a few words and touches from YN. Her presence alone can dissolve any animosity almost like magic.

Something deep down in her stomach tells YN that this won’t be the case this time around.

She takes a deep breath and knocks on the door.

“Yoongi?” she asks softly, knowing that he can hear her.

YN learned about the boys’ shared heightened senses when she sneezed from across the house and they all said ‘Bless you’.

There comes no response from inside, but YN decides to enter anyway.

It doesn’t take her long to find him. Yoongi is situated by the window, glaring through the glass at the sky like it’s done something against him.

“Yoongi?” YN repeats, “You okay? Did something happen in the Underworld?”

Yoongi is silent for several minutes. Just as YN begins to believe that he’s ignoring her, he speaks up.

“No. It was fine. Annoying, but fine.”

YN walks over to him, placing a hand on his back. She tries to catch his eye, but he refuses to look at her.

YN ignores the sting in her chest his lack of attention causes. She knows that Yoongi’s mood probably has nothing to do with her.

“Then what’s wrong? I know that you’re upset.” YN persists.

He’s silent again, opening his mouth as if he’s thinking about speaking, but he quickly shuts it again. He turns to look at her fully.

“Can we just . . . cuddle? I really don’t want to talk about it right now.”

Yoongi’s voice is soft, vulnerable. All traces of hostility are eradicated, replaced with tender shyness.

“Of course,” YN says, melting, “I’ll call Hos -”

“No!” Yoongi interjects, startling YN.

At her bewildered expression, he clears his throat.

“I just want it to be me and you . . . if that’s okay.”

“Of course it’s okay, Yoongi,” YN says.

She crawls onto the enormous bed in the center of the room, pulling the blanket along with her. One she’s settled among the pillows, YN taps her lap, signaling for Yoongi to lay down.

As soon as his head hits her legs and her fingers drag across his scalp, Yoongi relaxes completely, falling asleep within minutes. And just like that, YN’s movie night with Hoseok and Namjoon comes to an end.

A few days later, the four of them are relaxing outside in their backyard, butterflies floating on the breeze. The weather is warm, YN laying on Yoongi’s lap as Hoseok plays with her fingers, Namjoon reading a novel aloud.

It’s a fairytale, a story about a young girl being chased by a wolf. The tale isn’t quite what YN remembered being told as a child.  Namjoon’s alluring timbre tone has his soulmate’s full attention, the girl completely entranced by the alternate tale.

“And then the huntsman killed the wolf, freeing little red. She lived happily ever after. The end.”

YN feels herself pouting.

“What’s wrong, YN?” Hoseok says, picking up on her upset expression.

“Why did the huntsman kill the wolf? He didn’t do anything wrong. He just tried to show her the way she needed to go.”

“Good intentions are the stepping stones right to hell. Trust us, babygirl.” Yoongi says, unbothered by the injustice.

Before YN can protest, a phone rings, completely disturbing their peaceful afternoon. Namjoon frowns as he picks up his phone, placing the book down.

“Right . . . yes . . . now?” Namjoon says into the device, clearly displeased, “Okay . . . yeah, I’ll bring him. See you soon.”

“Yoongi,” Namjoon says, tossing his phone aside in frustration, “One of the producers fucked up and deleted part of our new song,”

“You’re kidding,” Yoongi says.

“I wish. Bang PD wants us to come in right away.”

Cursing, Yoongi wiggles out from under YN, the woman sitting up to make it easier. When he makes it onto his feet, Yoongi stretches.

“When that bastard dies I’m making sure his soul gets stuck in the worst corner of the Underworld,” Yoongi vows, Namjoon nodding along with him.

And with that, they’re gone, vanished into thin air.

“Just me and you, huh?” Hoseok says, grinning widely at YN.

“I guess so,” YN says, returning his smile with ease, “What do you want to do?”

Hours later, when Namjoon and Yoongi finally return from an exhausting day dealing with the incompetent producers and staff members only to find YN and Hoseok sitting side by side, video game controllers grasped in their hands as they playfully shoulder shove each other, both trying to win.

“We’re back,” Namjoon says.

“Hey guys!” YN says, taking a quick peek behind her shoulder to smile at them but looking right back at the screen a moment later, huffing when she discovers that Hoseok is beating her.

The man in question laughs in glee as YN tries to regain her lead, going so far as to stand up to block the screen. Hoseok resorts to holding his controller with one hand and tickling her with the other.

“Hey! That’s not fair!”

“You’re not being fair either, YN - ah!”

It’s as if Yoongi and Namjoon aren’t even in the room. The duo grows irritated. They’ve already had a tiring day. The least Hoseok could do is move so they can spend time with YN too.

Hoseok sends the duo a quick look, winking at them and letting them know he knows exactly what they’re thinking. Of course he does. 

“YN,” Yoongi says, “Why don’t you come snuggle with Namjoon and me? We’ve had a long day.”

“Sure,” YN says, “But let me finish up with Hobi first.”

They play well past two AM. When the sound of the TV finally stops, Namjoon finds YN passed out on top of Hoseok, the both of them fast asleep.

When award season rolls around, Bang PD hits the boys with a complete shocker.

“You can bring your girlfriends if you’d like,” he says casually, shuffling papers.

“What?” they say in unison, their shock causing them to forget not to speak at once.

“That’s what you’ve guys been up to lately, right? I may be old, but I’m not stupid. As long as they are prepared for the backlash.”

And with that, they’re dismissed. Pure excitement courses through their veins as they think about finally getting to show YN off.

However, their bubble is burst as a single, innocent though passes through Hoseok’s brain as they teleport home.

Who gets to be her boyfriend in public?

Instantaneously, a fight breaks out. The boys argue so loudly that they nearly wake YN up from her afternoon nap. As soon as they hear her begin to toss and turn under her blanket, they make their way outdoors.

“It should be me,” Yoongi insists.

“Oh please,” Hoseok scoffs, “No one’s going to believe that you ever left the studio long enough to get a girlfriend.”

Offended, Yoongi looks taken aback before his expression hardens. He’s preparing to give Hoseok what for when Namjoon interrupts.

“I’ve spent the least time with her recently. Between comforting Yoongi’s moody ass and playing games with Hoseok until the buttcrack of dawn, I’ve hardly gotten to be around her at all.

Sope find themselves without a proper response.

“It’s settled then. She’s going with me. YN, dear!” he calls out, walking back into the house, “Guess where we’re going next week!”

Nervously, YN checks her reflection in the mirror for the millionth time in the last hour.

“You look gorgeous, YN. Stop fretting,” Yoongi says from his place relaxed on the couch.

“Absolutely perfect,” Hoseok agrees.

In all honesty, the two of them are quite nervous. YN looks gorgeous, definitely. Matter of fact, that’s the entire problem. She looks like heaven on Earth and they’re supposed to pretend that she’s simply their bandmate’s girlfriend. 

Hoseok pulls at his tie, hoping the night goes by quickly.

But it doesn’t.

Each moment drags on forever. Painfully slow, Yoongi has to watch YN laugh with Namjoon, placing her hand on his shoulder and pretending like she can’t see the longing look on Yoongi’s face. At one point Hoseok reaches for her hand and YN turns away from him, pretending not to see.

Pretending, pretending.

And finally, finally when it’s almost over, the boys stand for their final photograph. Namjoon brings YN close and kisses her, the cameras going berserk as Hoseok and Yoongi see red, absolutely furious. It’s all they can do to force a smile until it’s time to leave, making up an excuse not to celebrate with the others.

As soon as they get home, Hoseok has his hands around Namjoon’s throat, Yoongi not far behind.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?!” Yoongi shouts at Namjoon, pain and anger lacing his tone.

Namjoon grins, hand coming up to pry Hoseok’s hand away from his airway. Yoongi, overcome, socks Namjoon right in the jaw.

“STOP IT! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” YN cries out, rushing into the fray and pulling them all apart, “WHAT’S BEEN WRONG WITH YOU LATELY?”

None of them can meet her eyes, all ashamed of themselves for upsetting her.

“FOR THE PAST MONTH YOU’VE ALL BEEN A MOODY MESS! What am I supposed to think, huh? You’re not telling me anything! I don’t know what’s wrong . . . I don’t know how to help!”

YN’s face is red from screaming, her blotchy face giving away the fact that tears are soon coming. 

All at once, the three of them rush to comfort her, pulling her in close.

“We’re sorry, YN” Namjoon says, “So so sorry.”

“It’s all our fault,” Yoongi agrees, stroking her hair.

“You’d think sharing a soul would mean we’d always get along but . . .” he pauses, looking away from YN’s sniffling face to Namjoon and Yoongi, “I guess we don’t know how to not get jealous.”

Saying it aloud makes him realize how ridiculous they’re being. They cringe in tandem.

“Jealous? Of what? Of who?”

“I . . . each other I guess. It’s stupid. We’re sorry,” Namjoon says, embarrassed.

“You know I love all of you right? That my soul is bonded with each part of yours,” YN says, face softening at their ashamed expressions, “There’s no reason to be jealous.”

“We’re sorry,” they say, refusing to look at her.

“It’s okay. Just tell me when you feel this way next time, okay? I love spending time with all of you. You’re all precious to me.”

YN opens her arms and they step into them, feeling their connection grow even stronger.

There will be bumps in the road, but they’ll overcome them. They are soulmates after all.

#networkbangtan #recrudescence #yandere x reader #bts x reader #hellhound rapline #rapline #rapline x reader #yandere bts #yandere namjoon #yandere hoseok #yandere yoongi #bts soulmate au #yandere au #bts angst #bts fluff