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remedyx · 5 months
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Masked Miracles Masterlist
It wasn't supposed to happen this way. A quick in and out. Infiltrate and bring down a hybrid trafficking ring. Saving lives while we're at it. But things hardly ever go to plan. And being locked in with seven hybrids that meant more to me than victims forced into a life they didn't deserve was definitely not according to the plan.
Status: Ongoing
Word count: TBD
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Prologue 👇
Chapter 1 ● Chapter 2 ● Chapter 3 ●
Chapter 4 ● Chapter 5 ● Chapter 6 ●
Chapter 7 ● Chapter 8 ● Chapter 9 ●
Chapter 10 ●
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sopebubbles · 5 months
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Master List
Sixteen
Synopsis: in a world where alphas, betas, and omegas live along side modern humans as second class citizens, you've fallen through the cracks of a society that wants to take everything wonderful from you. Luckily a timely encounter with the boys just might save your life.
Chapter summary: getting closer with the pack means you'll have to learn to live with Kim Namjoon.
Warnings: drinking, breaking things, yknow namjoon stuff.
WC: 7.6K
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After both your heats, you and Hoseok were nearly inseparable. When you were home, you followed him around like a little puppy, and he absolutely adored it. He appreciated how well you had taken care of his home and everyone in it while he was off his feet. When he told you as much, you assured him that it was your pleasure, and you would gladly do any chores he needed from you. 
But your housework wasn't the only thing Hoseok had come to love.
You had become his new favorite cuddle buddy, much to your tiny pack's annoyance. Any time he could get his arms around you, he'd have you settled right against him with a proud smile on his face. And you certainly weren't complaining. You'd never known that omegas' cuddles were the best. Soft and warm and sweet smelling. Being held by Hobi was bliss. You wouldn't admit it to anyone, but you felt a bit of jealousy every time you scented Jin's sweet, nutty smell on Hoseok's skin, knowing that he had gotten to hold your omega all night long.
It wasn't until you came home from work one afternoon a few weeks after your heat and Hobi pulled you onto the couch, insisting you take a nap, that you realized something was different. You could still smell the light fragrance of Hoseok's body wash, so you knew he'd showered a few hours ago. But he smelled like praline pecans. Nutty like Seokjin, and different from Hoseok normal brown sugar. A new blend of the two.
"I'm going to stop working," you said suddenly.
He pulled back so he could look down at your face. "That would be great, but why so sudden?"
You shrugged and nestled back into his chest. "I just want to help you here more. It seems kind of silly to be cleaning for other people when I should be here cleaning with you."
He couldn't argue with that. Yoongi had told him about how you had called their house your home after your last heat, and it made his heart soar. He certainly wasn't going to deny you the domestic bliss he had always wanted to share.
"I like the sound of that," he murmured into your hair. "I would love to keep you here."
You were anxious to tell Yoongi about your decision, but when he got home he looked stressed and dejected. His shoulders hunched in a way you hadn't ever seen before. Seeing him look so weary made your heart ache. You approached him quietly as he took off his shoes in the entryway. 
When you took his hand, one look into your sympathetic doe eyes was all it took to bring a genuine, lighthearted smile to his face. Somehow, one look from you and your tiny hands around his large one manifested energy from thin air. He pulled you closer and cradled you against his chest. Silent, except for a soft happy rumble in his chest, he held you like that for several minutes, but you wouldn't move for all the world, content to gently sway in his arms. 
"Was it a bad day?" You asked softly. He hummed. "Come sit down, and I'll get you something to eat," you told him as you pulled away, ready to take his hand and guide him down the hall to the kitchen. But he pulled you back, unready to allow so much space between you. He picked you up by the backs of your thighs and hoisted you up, leaving you no choice but to wrap your arms and legs around him.
"In a minute," he mumbled into your neck, where he took deep breaths of your scent, allowing it to fill his lungs and soothe his nerves.
You complied and let him carry you to the couch as if you were no more than a child. Even if he was tired, holding you was nothing, not compared to the benefits. 
"What happened?" you pressed gently after a moment.
"Nothing, really." He didn't need to burden you with the DOA he'd had today. Car crashes could cause such carnage, and he didn't need you to think of that. "I asked my supervisor if I could switch to a permanent day shift, but he denied me," he said after a moment of toying with your hair between his fingers.
"Oh. Why did you want to change?" 
"I was hoping it would allow me to spend more time with you," he admitted. "I hate that I'm not able to see you. One of us is always working."
"Oh." A smile tugged at your lips and you cleared your throat. "Well, actually, I was thinking…" He lifted your chin gently with his fingers to see your eyes and waited for you to go on. "I want to quit my job. I-if that's okay."
"Really?" He asked excitedly as he pushed you away to look at your face better. 
"Yeah, if it's not a problem," you answered quietly. 
Yoongi pulled your hips tighter against him. "Of course it's not a problem! I was never going to tell you to quit, but I was always hoping you would. But why now? Did something happen at work?" His expression turned serious in an instant. 
You shook your head. "No. Work is fine. I just feel like it's time to help Hobi out. And I can take care of you and Jimin. You're my pack after all."
"We don't expect you to cook and clean for us, princess," he said, tucking your hair behind your ear. Even though he meant it, he felt his heart flutter knowing you might want to.
"But it's my job."
"It isn't. That's not why we want you here. It's not why we're keeping you around. It never will be." His tone was serious. His eyes looked intently into yours. Heat flushed all over your body, and you tried to backtrack. 
"I know that, Yoongi. I actually wasn't thinking that way, which is kind of funny because normally I would. This isn't a-take-care-of-alpha-before-he-throws-you-out thing. I just care about you and I think about taking care of you a lot. Want to know if you're eating well and sleeping well."
Yoongi's smile returned, and he pulled you closer, resting his forehead against your cheek. "Good. That makes me more happy than you'll ever know."
"Aish. I'm not really doing it for you," you teased. "I want to stay home and help Hobi."
"Ah, yes, you're new BFF," he teased back. "That's fine. I'm sure he'll be happy."
You nodded. "I'll put my two weeks notice in tomorrow."
"Why bother? Just quit. You're never gonna need another job again." He grasped the back of your head and pulled you into a passionate kiss, leaving you breathless.
"Aren't you gonna eat something?" You asked hazily, a long moment later. 
"Yeah," he grinned. "I'll eat you,"
"No!" You screamed amid your giggles as he playfully tried to bite your neck, tickling your sides at the same time. When you were gasping for breath, he scooped you up in his arms again and carried you into the kitchen. He set you down to sit on top of the kitchen counter.
"I'll fix something for you," you told him as he walked toward the refrigerator. 
"You stay," he ordered as he looked inside. "Did you cook this?" he asked, showing you a container of the leftovers from the evening's dinner. You nodded. "Then your work here is done," he said before placing the meal in the microwave. 
"I heard the sound of a happy pup," Jimin said as he entered the kitchen. You blushed when he stood beside you. He had been sitting in the pack's nest with Namjoon and Jungkook when they heard your screams and laughter. He wasn't the only one curious, but he was the only one who ventured out to see what was going on. 
Yoongi beamed. "Y/N has decided to quit her job and stay home."
"Oh, good thing you made that choice before Taehyung started courting you," Jimin responded slyly.
"What do you mean? Court me?" You stared at him in confusion.
Yoongi nodded. "It's true. He asked me for my blessing already. I told him I don't mind. He said he's going to take it slow, not jump into anything. But now you'll have plenty of time to get to know each other." Yoongi wriggled his eyebrows. 
Your voice caught in the back of your throat. Too many feelings swirled deep in your stomach, and you couldn't parse them out. "You don't mind?" you finally asked.
Yoongi gave you a soft smile and lifted your face to meet his eyes. "As much as I love our little pack, I've always known it wouldn't always be the three of us. I mean, I hoped. There's no rush, but I think some day it will probably be all eight of us. And that will be great, too."
You tried not to think about that possibility too often. It made your head spin. Seven packmates. Four alphas. You weren't sure you could handle it. "But I only want you to be my alpha. If Jin–" you cut yourself off abruptly. 
"If Jin what, princess?"
"If Jin wants to claim me, won't he be my pack alpha? But I only want you to be my pack alpha!" 
Yoongi couldn't bear how childlike you sounded. It made his heart hurt to hear you so anxious and confused. He smoothed a hand over your hair and pulled your head to his shoulder.
"It's okay, baby. Jin will never be your pack alpha. I'll always be your number one. You really think I'd let anyone take my place in your heart?" he cooed.
"What are you so worried for?" Jimin chided. "Who's talking about Jin? It's just Taehyung right now. He's a great alpha. You'll see."
You sniffed and pulled away from Yoongi when the microwave beeped. "Why did you say it was good I'm quitting my job because of him?"
Jimin smirked. "Taehyung could never allow his omega to work outside the home."
"Why not?"
"One, it's too dangerous. It would drive his anxiety crazy. Best to keep omegas safe in the den. Two, it would hurt his pride. He makes more than enough money to support you and Hobi all on his own. And three, Taehyung may have the disposition of a golden retriever, but even the sweetest dogs don't like strange dogs looking at their bones." Jimin grinned deviously. 
You pushed his shoulder. "I'm not a bone!"
"Oh, yeah? Just wait until he starts gnawing on you!" Jimin picked up your arm and pretended to bite it much like Yoongi had before, and again, you thrilled them both with your shrieks and giggles.
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While the days got longer and hotter with more sunlight, it seemed that each workday dragged on slower than they ever had before. You were diligently waiting your two weeks, but by the time you were nearly there, you wished you'd taken Yoongi's advice to just quit. You were aching to be at home every minute you were gone, and that was a feeling you had never known before.
When Yoongi brought you home on your next to last day of work, you walked into something you'd never seen at the house before. It was something of a party atmosphere, and they were all celebrating the end of the school year alongside Namjoon. Jin and Jimin had yet to return home, but Jungkook and Namjoon had beers in hand, chatting cheerfully at the kitchen table while Taehyung put out snacks on the counter. You walked carefully past them to wash your hands before you sidled up beside Hoseok where he was forming beef patties between his delicate hands.
"Hamburgers for dinner?" You asked. 
Hoseok smiled down at you and gestured to the side with his head. "You can slice those onions and tomatoes," he told you before you could ask to help. 
When the rest of the pack came home, you all accompanied Hobi outside on the patio while he grilled the burgers. Yoongi anxiously held you back from getting too close to the flames, nervous you might hurt yourself. The afternoon was lovely, and you all decided on eating outside to enjoy the spring weather. You spent most of the time clinging to Yoongi, either in his lap or next to him, holding his hand. He didn't mind in the slightest, nor did he mind the jealous looks he received from Taehyung, who tried to make the both of you jealous by fawning over Jimin. All of them were oblivious to the true reason for your clinginess.
Namjoon tended to stand quietly on the fringes of Seokjin's pack. His status was never in question, and he didn't shy away from sharing his thoughts and feelings, but whenever you were all together, he simply allowed others to take center stage. But tonight was different. Tonight was his celebration for another completed school year, and he felt no need to stay to the side and listen to others. For once, he dominated the majority of the conversation, discussing funny memories from the school year and a few complaints he usually tried to swallow. As the night grew longer and he drank more, his voice boomed louder across the large backyard and you pressed yourself closer to Yoongi.
When it got dark and the air turned chilly, everyone moved back into the kitchen. You were exhausted, but decided to help clean up before you tried to excuse yourself to go to bed. Everyone was having a good time, all of them drinking a little even though you didn't, and you didn't want to bring the mood down, but you were growing tired. When you finished washing the dishes you went to stand by Yoongi, who was laughing heartily to the story that Namjoon was telling. You could wait a few more minutes, but you didn't really want to go to bed alone, and you didn't want to miss out, listening to all their laughter from your room while you sat alone. As Namjoon continued his story, he gestured wildly with his hands. The condensation on the beer bottle made it slick, and the brown glass suddenly flew out of his hand, whizzing past your head in a blur. You were hiding under the counter by the time the glass hit the wall, shattering to pieces and dumping its liquid all over the floor. Shards of class popped around the room as you buried your head in your knees and covered yourself with your arms. A scream built in your throat, but you knew better than to let it out.
Don't scream. Don't scream. It'll only be worse if you scream.
The whole room went silent and motionless for two seconds as they registered what happened. Then at once everything was in motion. Yoongi got out of his chair to check if you were alright, but Taehyung was quicker. He didn't take a moment to ask how you were or assess the damage. He simply gathered you into his arms and lifted you off the ground, careful not to bang your head on the granite countertop. He carried you directly up the stairs and to your room, with Yoongi behind him and Jimin bringing up the rear.
In the kitchen, the remaining two alphas stood, frozen in shock, but Hoseok didn't waste any time putting on shoes and grabbing the broom.
"Hobi, let me," Namjoon tried to say, reaching for the broom when he finally came out of his stupor. 
The omega pulled away. "I got it. You stay over there until I get this all cleaned up. There's lots of glass."
The flat, subdued tone of his voice hurt Namjoon as much as the way Hobi wouldn't look at him. "It was an accident," he whispered.
"We know that, Joonie," Jungkook assured him with a light smile. "It's not like it's the first time you've broken something around here. It's just…" His eyes drifted toward the stairs. 
"I would never throw something at her," Namjoon defended. 
"I know, babe, I know. But she doesn't. It's natural for her to be scared. Don't take it too personally. She's just skittish," Jungkook tried to convince him. 
Hoseok felt a tug of war within himself. He was usually always the first one to comfort Namjoon when he accidentally broke something or made a mess. But now he really wanted to check on you, to make sure you weren't hurt or scared. He wanted to hold you in his arms, but he knew if he ran off with the others it would hurt Namjoon, and he knew that it wasn't really his fault. Namjoon was just clumsy, some might say cursed. He never meant to cause chaos, but he did anyway. You would get used to it, eventually, but right now the omega could understand perfectly why you were afraid Namjoon might hurt you without even intending to. His head swirled with competing worries as he swept up the glass and dumped it into the trash can. 
"Are you hurt?" Yoongi asked as Taehyung set you down at the edge of your nest. He shouldered the younger alpha out of the way to examine you. You were still too stunned to answer, but it didn't really matter; Yoongi was going to look over every available inch of you regardless. He gently tilted your face this way and that to make sure it was unscathed before he moved onto your arms, lifting and twisting each in turn to ensure your skin was unharmed. There was a small cut on your forearm and he frowned. It wasn't even from the incident that had unfolded moments before. It was from work earlier today, and the blood was already dry—you hadn't even felt it at the time.
"Jimin, go get the first aid kit from the bathroom," he instructed, holding your arms carefully. 
Feeling Yoongi's steady hands on you helped to ground you and bring you back to your body, out of your shock and panic. You took in a deep breath and breathed out, "I'm okay."
Jimin shuffled back into the room carrying the first aid kit and handed it to Yoongi. The alpha plucked out an alcohol pad and ripped open the packet with his teeth, spitting out the torn piece. 
"It's gonna sting," he whispered, but you didn't react as he swiped it over your skin. "It's dry." You looked down to the very minor wound he was tending to. 
"That was from work. It's fine," you told him, but he didn't seem to hear you. He had already taken a bandage from the kit—neon pink—and gently but firmly pressed it over your cut. "Yoongi?" He looked up into your eyes and you could see his own were full of worry. He shrugged. 
"It makes me feel better."
You cracked a genuine smile and it lifted some of the weight off his chest.
"Are you sure you're okay, sweet little?" Taehyung asked. His hands were still shaking from the course of adrenaline when he thought you were in danger. 
You nodded. "I'm okay. I was just scared. I'm not hurt."
"You shouldn't be scared at home," he replied.
"Come sit with me," you said softly, patting the spot next to you. Your heart ached to see how distressed he was over you. Taehyung lowered his head and came to sit near you, not quite in your nest, but just outside of it. When he got close you realized something the rest of them hadn't. They'd been too worried about you to assess their own well-being. 
"Tae, you're covered in beer."
He had been standing closest to where the bottle had hit the wall and, as a result, had gotten sprayed with the contents as well as some glass. 
"You're bleeding," you added. "Yoongi, your patient is right here."
Your alpha smiled weakly at how brave you were trying to be. He could tell by the way you were still shaking that you weren't as calm as you pretended to be, but he would talk to you about it in a little while when things settled. For now he turned to Taehyung. Without a word, he began to clean the man's wound, and you held his hand while he winced through the burn on the alcohol. You pulled a neon pink bandage from the box beside you and handed it to Yoongi to apply.
"Now we match," you told him, and it brought a bright, boxy smile to Taehyung's face.
"Why are you the one comforting me?" He asked, bumping your shoulder. 
"Why don't you go clean up and get changed? Then maybe you can come cuddle me in the nest?" You offered. "If you want to," you added quickly. 
Taehyung nodded enthusiastically. "Be right back," he said before scurrying out of the room. 
"Yoongi, you need to go downstairs and see if everyone is okay down there," you told him.
He growled softly, mumbling, "They can take care of themselves."
"Alpha," you cooed, reaching out to touch his cheek, "don't be like that." He pouted for a moment, but nodded and gathered the pieces of trash from his work before he took the first aid kit downstairs. 
"What about me?" Jimin stood proudly in front of you, fists in his hips, waiting for his instructions. 
"You come cuddle me until the others come back." He didn't waste a second, shucking off his pants and shirt. You'd gotten used to the fact that Jimin preferred to sleep only in boxers. Who were you to force clothes on him if he slept better without? After your heat, it had ceased to make you the slightest bit uncomfortable. He quickly climbed onto the bed, wrestling you into the nest and underneath his body, where he could get the upper hand on you and make the last of our distressed scent disappear as quickly as it had come.
When Yoongi reached the bottom of the steps, Namjoon turned anxiously to look at him. He was cleaning the last of the beer off the wall, looking rather like a pup with his tail between his legs. This was hardly a rare scenario for him, cleaning up his own mess no matter how Hobi tried to tell him to leave it. It wasn't the first glass he'd broken nor the first drink spilled. Namjoon was a walking disaster. He knew that. It couldn't be helped, and everyone knew that, too. But normally, everyone would stick around to help and cheer him up and comfort him when he made a silly mistake like this. This time, half his pack had disappeared up the stairs with you, and he couldn't help feeling a bit hurt about it. He regretted it. He always did, but he couldn't take it back, and he just couldn't change. He opened his mouth to explain to Yoongi, but nothing came out. 
"Is she hurt?" Hoseok asked from the sink, after Yoongi and Namjoon had stared at each other for several tense seconds. Yoongi's face was a cold mask of stone, revealing nothing but disdain. Namjoon looked utterly crestfallen. 
"She's not hurt. Just scared," Yoongi answered, shaking his head when he finally broke eye contact with Joon. 
"That's a relief," Namjoon sighed, and his face showed his relief was real. 
"Taehyung got cut up a little bit," Yoongi said sharply. It was petty, but he didn't want the younger alpha to feel as if there was no harm done, and he didn't expect Namjoon to care that you'd been shaken up. 
"Is it bad?" Jin asked, looking concerned. 
Yoongi shook his head again. "I patched him up. Y/N invited him into her nest to make him feel better, I think." He paused for a second, thinking about your behavior. "She sent me down here to see if anyone was hurt."
"We're all fine, Yoongi. Come have a seat," Jungkook replied, pulling out the chair beside him. 
"I should go back to her."
"Yoongi." Jin's voice wasn't raised, but it was loud and firm enough to have Yoongi freezing as he turned away. He hugged the first aid kit to his stomach and dropped his chin. "I'm sure Jimin and Tae are taking perfectly good care of her. Come sit for a minute."
Yoongi hated the way it felt like he was in trouble, when he knew he had no reason to be. He hadn't gone and ruined a perfectly nice evening, or spooked his very nervous omega. But he turned and walked slowly to the table to sit anyway. 
"You know it was an accident," Jin said calmly.
"I know," Yoongi answered curtly.
"Just let him apologize." Jin's voice was the slightest bit pleading, as if he were desperate to avoid more conflict between his alphas.
"I really am sorry, Yoongi. I would never–"
"You don't need to apologize to me," Yoongi interjected. "I'm not angry. Maybe if she'd been hurt…but I know you can't control your body. You've never been able to. I get that. But she doesn't know. She's terrified you will hurt her, just by accident. And with you accidents are bound to happen."
"I–" Namjoon began, but the other alpha didn't let him finish. 
"Do you know how it hurts me to see her afraid? After all the horrors in her life, I only want to keep her from feeling afraid. I don't just want her to be safe. I want her to feel safe. And if she can't then we…If she can't feel safe with you…" The look of pure devastation on Yoongi's features hurt Namjoon more than any other thing could have.
"What can I do, Yoongi? Tell me. I'll make it right," he begged.
Yoongi sighed, desperate to keep himself together. "If you and her are going to live in the same house…if you're going to spend the whole summer together, you have to try to be gentler. Please try."
Namjoon reached across the table to lay his hand over Yoongi's where he clutched the kit still.
"I will try. I promise. I'll be more careful," Namjoon assured him. Yoongi merely nodded silently, unsure if that would be enough to settle all your nerves about the pack's largest alpha. As if he could read Yoongi's mind, Jin cleared his throat. 
"I think, maybe, Y/N might feel a little more comfortable with us if she could see that you're comfortable with us," he suggested quietly. Yoongi's eyes flickered to the pack alpha's and then back to his hands. 
"What do you mean?"
"I mean," Jin sighed, "you're still holding us at arms length. I get maybe you still want to punish us for what we've done. I don't want to tell you how to feel or to get over it. But how could she ever trust us if she knows you don't?"
"She'll come to her own conclusions,"Yoongi mumbled. 
"So you admit that you still don't trust us? You're still angry with me?" Jin sounded frustrated, but Yoongi could hear that really he was just heartbroken. It wasn't a pleasant feeling, knowing that his distance was hurting Jin. He wasn't really angry anymore. He hadn't found the time or energy to be angry. Any spare thought he had went directly to you. Maybe it was unfair, because he knew clearly in this moment that he still carried plenty of love in his heart for Jin and Namjoon. 
"I'm not angry," he answered. "I just don't know what you want me to do. I've stayed. I've brought her here—sometimes against my better judgment—I don't know what I'm meant to do to fix things. They just have to heal in their own time." He shrugged. 
"But how can they when this is the longest conversation we've had in weeks?"
"I don't know, Jin. It's just not my priority right now!" Yoongi snapped. 
"Okay!" Hoseok interjected, coming closer to the men seated at the table for the first time. He'd been hesitant to interfere in the alphas' problems, but he knew both men well enough to see they were on the verge of saying things they didn't mean and would regret later. As soon as he approached, Jungkook's linen scent fluffed through the room, easing away the alphas' tension. "It's all okay. We don't have to solve it all tonight. It's late, and I think we should all just go to bed. Hm?" Hoseok put his hands on Jin's shoulders and gave a squeeze, satisfied when his shoulders relaxed. 
"Yeah, fine," Yoongi answered. He stood quickly, scraping the box along the table before he picked it up and moved toward the stairs. He didn't want more conflict. He wasn't trying to prolong their distance. But it was impossible not to want to keep them away when he wanted so badly to be close to you, and to keep you safe.
Yoongi stopped in the bathroom, relieved to hear the giggles of you, Jimin and Taehyung coming through your door. After tucking the first aid kit back into its spot under the sink, he brushed his teeth. Hoseok met his eyes in the bathroom mirror when he stopped outside your door, but neither said a word before the omega slipped into your room to see for himself that you were unharmed. Yoongi remained quiet when he joined the four of you. Jimin had managed to get you into a pair of pajamas and your hair was an adorable disaster from being rolled around in your nest. You'd settled now between Jimin's legs with your back to his bare chest, your attention on Hoseok until Yoongi walked in, but you only spared him a glance. He wondered if even Jimin could tell how hard you were forcing your smile and your happy scent. Had he noticed that your eyes lacked the shine they usually got when the beta scented you silly?
"Come to bed so these kids can get to sleep," Hoseok said to Taehyung while Yoongi changed into his pajamas. 
Taehyung whined softly. He'd only just been invited into your nest, and he wasn't ready to leave it already.
"Go on, Tae. Joon needs to know you're not upset with him," Yoongi encouraged quietly.
"Maybe I am," Taehyung mumbled. Hoseok reached for his hand and took it into his lap. 
"You know he can't help himself, Tae. Give him a break, okay?"
The alpha grumbled wordlessly, but you nudged him with your foot. 
"Go on, Tae Tae. I will be okay. My alpha is here." Taehyung's low rumble turned into a real growl, but you knew it was playful. 
"Two alphas are better than one."
"Three are better than two!" Hoseok added. He stood from the edge of the bed and tugged on the youngest alpha's hand to come along. Tae allowed himself to be dragged off the bed, but pulled back to give you one kiss on the top of your head.
"See you tomorrow, sweet little. Sleep tight," he murmured, and then he was gone.
Closing the door, Yoongi turned off the lights before crawling into bed beside you.
"Goodnight," Jimin said, leaning over you to kiss Yoongi, making sure you got properly squished in the process.
"Goodnight," you whispered with a giggle when you received your own kiss. 
You said nothing to Yoongi as the two of you cuddled together. Your head laid on his chest, listening to his slow, steady heartbeat as the house slowly went silent. You laid there, but didn't close your eyes, and Yoongi watched you without saying a word. You let the minutes stretch on until you'd been there for almost half an hour. 
"How come you aren't sleeping?" you asked softly. 
"You aren't sleeping either," he replied. You shifted slightly without moving away and traced his stomach with your fingertips. 
"It's hard for me to sleep without your snoring." You felt his chest rise and fall with a huff and looked up to see his gummy smile for just a moment. Then he looked down at you seriously.
"You don't have to pretend for me. You don't have to pretend for anyone, but especially not me." You shifted again, but this time he could tell you were putting space between you. 
"I don't know what you mean."
Yoongi grasped your wrist gently before you could move away from him. There wasn't far to go before you would run into Jimin, but he could only bare for you to move as far as it would take for you to look at him eye to eye. He rolled over and scooched down so his gaze was level to yours. 
"You don't need to act as if Namjoon didn't scare you. You're still scared now. I don't think I can convince you that you're safe right now, but you are. I'm right here." 
Your chest tightened at his words. You whispered, "I know," but it didn't stop your eyes from watering. Yoongi gathered you close, pressing you into his chest. 
"I'm so angry."
"It was an–"
"I'm angry with myself. I shouldn't have brought you here." He felt you try to pull away, ready to argue, but he held you tight. "I should have taken you somewhere else. The three of us could have gotten an apartment. Shouldn't have kept you here with such clumsy, stupid alphas." At this point he sounded as though he was talking to himself, mumbling out the thoughts he'd been repeating in his head for the last hour. 
"It's okay, Yoongi. I didn't get hurt," you tried to tell him. 
"But you got scared, and that's just as bad in my eyes." You managed to pull away from him enough to look up at his face and touch his cheek. "You're still shaking. Do you think I can't feel that? Jimin and Tae scented you, but you didn't feel safe enough to let yourself get all dopey. Do you even realize? I can't stand this, and I hate that you're pretending just so we don't feel bad."
"Yoongi," you frowned and stroked your thumb over his cheekbone. "I'm not pretending because of that. I'm trying to be brave because I want to stay. Namjoon terrifies me, but I like it here. I like living with Hobi and Tae…and you and Jimin here. I'm still scared, but not enough to leave. So let me pretend, okay?" Yoongi sighed, a sign he wasn't accepting this yet. "I may not feel completely safe, but I feel happy. I'm like a stray dog. I may never feel safe, not completely. I might always be a little jumpy. But that doesn't mean I don't love my new home, or that it's not a good home."
Yoongi laughed almost silently and buried his head in your neck. "Don't call yourself a stray dog."
"That's what I am," you replied, combing your fingers through his hair. "I came up to you with big puppy eyes and asked you to stay."
"That's definitely not how it happened," he mumbled. But when he pulled you closer and inhaled your scent, you couldn't help smiling. 
"I won't let anything happen to you," he breathed as he relaxed against the nest at last. 
"I know," you replied. "So I think we can sleep now."
"Go ahead. I'll watch over you."
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Your last shift ended fairly well. The library staff even brought donuts to wish you well. A couple of them who were betas even confessed that they were glad to hear you had settled in with a pack and would be staying home, because they often worried about you. You waited outside the library at your usual spot, pacing and checking your phone as minutes ticked by and terrible thoughts began to creep in.
What if they got into some kind of accident?
What if they dont want you, after all?
Just as you began to spiral into your worst thoughts, a familiar vehicle pulled up abruptly in front of you. Although you'd never ridden inside of it, you could still recognize Namjoon's blue volvo without looking at him, which you only did for the briefest of glances, just to be sure it was really him.
"Sorry to keep you waiting," he said, sounding out of breath as if he'd run instead of driven here. 
I wasn't waiting for you, is what you wanted to say, but you merely stood still and stared at him with eyes as wide as saucers.
"Um," he began awkwardly as he got out of the car without killing the engine and walked toward you until he was only a couple yards away. He scratched nervously behind his ear as he tried to start again. "I know you were expecting Taehyung, but he cut his foot on a piece of glass that wasn't cleaned up from last night, and Hobi took him to the emergency room about twenty minutes ago. Didn't they text you?"
You shook your head, remaining silent.
"Yeah…so I was the only other person home so…here I am." He looked anxiously at the car, like he wished you'd just get in and save him the embarrassment of standing here in front of you. "I promise, I'm a good driver. And we don't have to talk or anything, if you don't want to."
You stared at him for a moment longer before your tongue unglued itself from the roof of your mouth.
"Does Yoongi know about this?" 
Namjoons throat felt like sandpaper, and he seemed to shrink an inch. He shook his head. "I tried to call him but he didn't answer. He must be busy." 
You hadn't moved an inch since he arrived, and he couldn't help wondering if he was really that terrifying.
"I promise, Y/N, I'm not going to hurt you." The idea that you ever thought he would hurt him in a way he couldn't account for. He knew he wouldn't, but the idea that you couldn't believe that cut him deep. What would he do if you never learned to trust him? If you never let him close to you? It wasn't something he ever gave himself permission to want, so why did not having it wound him so? He shook his head clear of the questions. "You can sit in the back and pretend I'm just the chauffeur."
You lifted your chin in his direction and narrowed your eyes. "I think I'll just take the bus."
Namjoons eyebrows raised. You can't possibly think he's that scary, could you? But instead he used what he knew was the only way to convince you.
"Do you really think Yoongi would approve of that?"
Your jaw tightened. You knew he was right. Looking down at your phone, you hoped for a notification from Yoongi, but there was one from Hoseok instead. You swallowed thickly when you read it.
Sorry, pup! There was an emergency. Namjoon should be there to pick you up. I promise it will be okay.
"How do you know you'll take me home and not somewhere else?" You finally asked. Namjoon's eyes grew wide and he actually took a step back. He rubbed his hand over his hair as he tried to process your question.
"What makes you think I would do something like that? What did Yoongi say to you?" Your brow furrowed at the strange question. 
"Yoongi didn't have to say anything for me to know you don't want me around," you answered, an edge of bitterness lacing your words. Namjoon nearly choked.
"Y/n, that isn't true."
"If it isn't then why didn't you ever tell yoongi where I was when you knew I worked here? You and Jin didn't want him to know. You don't want me in your pack. I get it. It's fine. But you should know that Yoongi does want me, and if I don't come home there's no telling what he'll do." You were surprised by the firmness of your own voice as well as how sure you felt of your own words. Yoongi did want you, and you knew that was as fierce an attachment for him as it was for you.
Namjoon took several full breaths before he responded. "Y/N, I promise you, all I'm trying to do right now is take you home. I won't lie to you. I didn't want you to become a part of our pack at first but things have…changed. You're a part of our lives now either way. And I wouldn't risk losing Yoongi over you. I never would. So please. Just come home with me," he begged. While the two of you maintained eye contact—for longer than you had ever done before—he fought the instinct to grab you and put you in the car if you continued to protest, but he knew that would only hurt his cause. Just when he was about to lose this staring contest to you, your phone began to ring with Yoongi's ringtone.
"Hello?" You answered, only dropping your gaze from the alpha in front of you for a moment.
"Princess, are you okay?" He asked, sounding out of breath from the way his heart was pounding.
"I think so," you mumbled.
"I got a message from Joon that he was going to pick you up." You narrowed your eyes on the man in question. 
"Yeah, he's here." Yoongi sighed in relief. "What should I do? I can take the bus."
"No, princess. Just go home with him, okay? I promise everything will be fine."
"I'm scared," you said so softly that Namjoon couldn't hear it.
"I know, and I'm sorry, but you don't need to be. You'll be safe with him, and I'll feel better if you go with him than on your own. I've got your location on. If anything happens to you I'll be there as soon as possible. But you're going to be okay. Trust me?" It was that simple, really. If Yoongi was asking you to trust him, then you would. As long as Yoongi promised you'd be safe, you'd make yourself believe him. He wouldn't let you down.
"Fine."
"Good girl. I'll be home in a few hours and I'll give you a reward for being so brave." Your cheeks heated at his words, but you couldn't deny loving it when Yoongi sometimes treated you like a child. No one had ever treated you with such gentle care before, and it felt like real love.
"I'll be waiting." You hung up and looked at Namjoon again. He looked back expectantly. "Yoongi said to go home with you. So I guess that's that."
You walked around the vehicle to sit in the back passenger seat, as far from him as possible. Namjoon didn't say a word as you got inside his car and buckled yourself in. As he pulled away from the library, you kept your eyes out the window even though you could feel his gaze on you through the rear view mirror. He chewed nervously on his lip as he glanced back and forth between the road and the mirror, but he kept silent until he was on the main road between the library and the house.
"We should try to be civil, at least," he said at last, speaking as if you'd been privy to the conversation in his head instead of coming into the middle. You didn't respond, so he went on. "We're going to be home together a lot this summer, and it would be easier on everyone if we tried to ease the tension." He finished softly, perhaps knowing he sounded ridiculous to you.
"I'll do my best to keep out from under foot, if you try not to throw anything at me again."
Namjoon deflated with a sigh. "I swear it was an accident."
"That's why I said try."
"I'm just clumsy. I never meant to hurt you."
"Do you honestly think I haven't heard every excuse in the book?" You rolled your eyes. "It just slipped. You ran into my fist. You really should be more careful where you're going."
"Y/N," Namjoon interrupted, trying hard not to become distressed as he drove, but honestly, your words were tearing him apart. Did you really have no idea the effect you had on him? "I'm sorry. I realize I haven't apologized to you directly for last night. I'm sorry for being so careless. I really will try to be more cautious. But I'm also sorry that other people have given you reasons not to trust them, or alphas, or me." He pulled to a stop at a red light and turned in his seat to look at you. "I get that you have no reason to trust me, and that I have to work for it. That's okay. I don't mind. But can you give me the benefit of the doubt and trust that Yoongi wouldn't have me in his life at all if you couldn't trust me?"
At last, you turned your head to look at him. "Why does everyone always pull the Yoongi card on me?"
"Because it always works," he smirked.
"Fuck," you muttered, because he was right. For whatever reason, you trusted Yoongi implicitly. And Namjoon had a point. Your alpha wouldn't have a dangerous person in his life, let alone trust them to be around you. So you merely nodded to his request, and the man turned forward just in time to see the light turn green before he drove you the rest of the way home. 
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RUN
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Warnings: hurt/no comfort
Pairing: Idol! BTS x friend! (f)reader
Premise: Running was their thing. But when it became a problem rather than a solution, it was time for you to start running.
Author’s notes: Hey Babes! HAPPY FRIDAY! Just another small scene playing out in my head that I had to get out 💜
Word count: 1.1K
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You knew he’d call eventually. You’d been waiting for it since you picked them up. Responding to their SOS calls made you feel like you had purpose in your life, like the world kept spinning as long as they were smiling. Maybe you were too soft on them, but then again the same could be said for them towards you. Either way this relationship felt like it was becoming symbiotic. Was the air around you always this heavy. Or was it the impending weight of what you were about to do finally dawning on you. 
Standing up from the large cloud couch you head back to the kitchen, refilling your glass of water from the tap. Your eyes ghosting over each member cackling away at the TV in your oasis. This cabin was left to you by your parents, you had only been there twice before. But you had never brought anyone there. Tonight would be the first time and last that these rooms hear the echos of laughter, since your parents left. 
Placing the glass down gently on the marble countertop of the island you brace yourself against the cold material. The air of the night was warm, seemingly too warm for you. The vibrations from your phone snap you out of your staring just enough for you to blindly reach for it in your back pocket, but not enough to peel your eyes away from them infront of you. Bringing your phone into view you recognize the number. You’ve been waiting for this.
Without hesitating you swipe to pick up the call. 
“Hello.” 
“Y/N?! Are they with you, please tell me they are!” Bang Pd’s voice sounded winded and anxious. 
“Yes.” Was all you could say. The boys didn’t know the company had your number. 
“Thank god. When they told me they had run out of a shoot I was loosing my mind. They said they got into an unmarked vehicle and I could only think the worst.” 
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s not you fault Y/N, I’m pushing them too hard. I know that, I know I’m loosing them.” 
You eye they members not taking any notice of your absence amongst the chaos. This would be your only chance to patch things up between them, they deserved so much but at this point they’ve chosen to run away instead of communicating and working together. You were their scapegoat. 
“One moment please.” 
You round the island to the glass patio doors, making sure to close it quietly behind you. Letting yourself slip into the night to stare out over the lake. The reminiscence of the campfire you had going earlier had died a few hours ago, leaving behind the chairs as a reminder of who had sat there.
“They are hurting. They want to prove themselves to you but they are scared of disappointing you. You put so much faith in them. They don’t want to let you down.” You explain slowly, voice quiet on the night air. “You all need to be able to talk. Properly talk. I can’t always be here to stop them from running.” 
“I know, thank you so much for bringing them back every time.” 
“This will be the last time. But I won’t be giving them to you.” You don’t bother to hide the sadness from seeping into your words.
“What do you mean?”
“It’s time for you to come get them. You need to trust each other and….I’ve become an obstacle for you achieving it.” 
“Y/N that’s not-”
“They can’t run anymore. They need to face this together. And you-” You take a deep breath “You need to be the one that comes to get them. Tell them how much they matter. You’ve said all the words to me, now you need to say it to them.” 
He’s silent, for a few beats all you can hear is your heart in your ears. 
“Ok.”
A sad smile makes its way onto your face. You won’t let yourself cry, not for this. This will make them stronger, teach them to stay. But it didn’t mean it wouldn’t hurt.
“I’ll send you the address in the morning. We’ll be staying here tonight, I’ll be gone by the time you arrive. The rest is up to you.” 
“Where will you go?”
“I don’t know, maybe back home? Either way, after this I won’t be keeping this number.”
“Please don’t run.”
“It’s only temporary. We need time apart.”  The reassurance dies across the phone line. 
“I wish you luck.” 
“You as well.” 
“Good night.” 
“Good night y/n…” 
Hanging up the call, you lingered on the balcony for a few moments longer. Steeling yourself for what would be the last night you 8 would be together. You force the conflicting emotions away, the you of tomorrow could deal with the pain. Tonight, you’d enjoy for the last moments they were.
—-
Turns out it was alot easier than you had originally thought. It allowed you to bask in the warmth of your strongest, deepest friendships. Like a cosmic catastrophe. 7 suns to your 1 pluto, you’d always feel as though you were burning up.
It wasn’t until you packed the last of the items into your duffel, slinging it over your shoulder that you finally accepted what this was.
You knew deep down, no matter where the road took you, you’d have to walk away. Even during your first encounter you knew things would be destined to burn out. The instant connection you all shared was too much for where you were now. 
There was so much more out there for you, and for them. You just had to let yourselves see it. 
You quietly made your way down the stairs to the front door. You didn’t look back as you stepped out into the chilled morning air. It was still early enough the sun was just rising. Silently you close the door behind you, pulling out your phone and typing away the address to Bang’s contact to then turn it off. 
Placing your phone into your back pocket your footsteps crunch under the gravel road. Trekking your way down, you know there was nothing else you could all have done. This wasn’t something you could move on from, there’s no way they could have loved you more or for your lives to take a different turn. Even if they fought, or if you pushed there would be no way for this to not be the outcome. 
It was better to say goodbye now when things were still good then later when you resented eachother. So by the time they woke up and their agency took them back you’d already be gone. Haunted by the memories that once burned brightly and now feel like ash on your fingertips.
You knew they’d be hurt, but they would heal. They’d find another that made them stronger, able to stay and do what they had to do. They had run too many times, but now it was your turn to run.
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With a Fairy Hand in Hand (Chapter 15: For He Comes Hand in Hand)
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Well, here is the last chapter! I know it was a long journey. We went through some rivers and through thick woods to make it here. This isn't what I expected. I didn't know we were headed here. But I suppose that's the magic of finding some fairies in the forest. Thank you for sticking around and waiting so patiently.
Previous chapters on Ao3.
Warnings: Smut, bad words, talking about death.
In the depth of the woods, nature leaned into me; shading the ache of humanness with loyal loving trees.—Angie Weiland-Crosby
             High in his tree, not lazy, just sleepy, Yoongi watched the world go by.  Babies born and wings grown, fairies lost and sun and frost, songs of home and places to roam.  Bustling bodies and loud laughs, hurrying humans and fleeing fairies.  Yoongi watched his mate, his mates, his family and his friends, grinning as they stood at his roots and called his name.
            “Come down, come down,” they’d say and beg, and just a little would go to Yoongi’s head.  To the tips of his hair now turned blonde and to the wings he never wore but still felt under his clothes and skins.  He bore them, they bore him, and he was nothing without him.  Nothing without his mother tree.  Nothing without his family.
            But he was Yoongi.  Fairy fair turned human pale.  In his tree in a large backyard he lay in the shade, fingers touching each leaf with care.  He could still feel her there.  As strong as when he stood against her roots while Taehyung laughed and laughed about some poem made up of toots.  Even after years gone by, even though he still couldn’t hear her, Yoongi felt his mother, felt nature flowing through him strong, even when he could only yawn on the lawn.
            Jungkook found him that day.  Scooped him up in his arms because he was so strong.  Kissed his temple and mumbled that it was time to eat.  Yoongi had been watching him with the others all day in their play.  Jimin, so content in their fresh new pool that no longer stung their eyes, thrown by Seokjin and chasing Taehyung as Hoseok kept jumping to splash them all while Namjoon sat with just his legs moving slowly.  Yoongi watched as he did every day because he wouldn’t have it any other way.
            Other fairies would surely laugh.  Would mock and scorn, and they surely did.  But that was just from jealousy.  Yoongi saw the world.  He touched the sand on the ocean’s floor, waiting for something to come and bite his toes while knowing as Jimin ranted and stomped beside him no twisted fairy would ever dare.  He climbed a mountain, gasping when his ever elusive wind cousins whipped by, the first lashes on his cheeks stinging and then only making him laugh as he brushed them away.  And he dug deep in the earth, moving worms slowly and getting the dirt as deep under his nails as he could, its warmth making him feel alive under the wide sun. 
            High above the rest of the world, too precious for any to touch, Yoongi came down.  He touched everything he could.  The pretty and the foul.  But his beauty couldn’t fade.  Even walking among plain humans through town, he turned heads and hearts even if Taehyung was there to shoot a glare.
            High, there he was not in a tree, but something called a billboard.  His image watched over the town and over places he had never been, his image printed everywhere.  His allure, his charm, his appeal no human words could explain even if they still tried.  Stand here, sit, touch this robe, move your hand like this—Yoongi was photographed by few but admired by many.  Fascinated with how humans could capture others while still letting them roam free, he loved posing for each shot.
            High, so high, he soared in his new world.  But he always came back down.  Down into their nest, a much larger bed for all four to lay their heads.  Back into Taehyung’s arms who would rub his face against his love’s and grumble with jealousy.  But Yoongi was no doll to be tossed around, even if he loved when his body was slack from connecting and more than just milk dribbled from his lips as his head lolled on his pillow soft.  No mate for simply connecting for his Sylvan’s pleasure, he had autonomy, he had freedom, he had the chance to make decisions.
            He helped Seokjin pick their home.  He showed Hoseok which clothes to buy him.  He learned to cook by Jungkook’s side and decided what meals they’d share.  He learned as fast as Taehyung did about technology and money, about odd human laws and how poor their education was.  Every day he learned something new.  Some days he smiled.  Some new invention, some new picture, some new discovery like when they found a new plant in the forest, the novelty slow to wear.  But some days he could only frown and hang his head and curl up in Namjoon’s lap to shed a tear.  The cruelty, the reality, the twist and lies that humans worked every day hurt his gentle heart.
            But Yoongi had learned he couldn’t stay up in his tree.  He heard the human stories of Babel and Icarus and understood even more the necessity of the ground.  Of coming down.  Of letting yourself soar but always being careful of wanting more.  Some days he still felt greedy.  When Taehyung was finally done with him, and he squeezed Namjoon’s hand.
            Their tree, ever so faithful, had met this new world so bravely.  With a curious mind but a cautious heart, Namjoon had fit right in perfectly.  He spent his days reading and writing as he always had, and Yoongi knew he was happy.  He spent long hours talking with Seokjin and Jungkook, nights under the stars or clumped together on a couch.  He took Hoseok’s legs in his lap if Yoongi wasn’t already there and laughed together at a screen.  He told Taehyung his ideas for stories and let the fairy’s imagination run wild whenever he felt stuck in his writing.  And he would read to Yoongi and Jimin, their opinions most dear to him.
            He was gentle, but he was strong, his body finally nourished with proper food and rest and good company.  He went to a place called the gym that Yoongi and Jimin still were fairly averse to.
            “Just swim in our pond, just run in the grass, just work hard at connecting,” Yoongi scoffed at all the strange machines for working one’s muscles.  But in the end it meant Namjoon’s trunk grew, so Yoongi really couldn’t complain.  The gym was how Jungkook and Seokjin and Hoseok picked him up so easily.  Even his love went occasionally, though he much preferred finding a good swing and chasing the others in the yard.  That was all the exercise he would ever need.  That and connecting.
            Up in his tree, Yoongi had never thought about anything else but finding his one true mate.  His imagination had never stretched beyond what he could see, and that was just his tree. Taehyung’s songs had opened his mind and shown him what he couldn’t even picture.  And even then, when Taehyung cut his wing as they fled hastily, Yoongi was always content.  He never wanted for more with his Sylvan one, even when his limbs were cold and his belly felt empty.
            It must have been humans who taught Yoongi to be greedy.  To constantly want more.  He had three mates in his bed, and sometimes still ideas filled his head.  At first they made him blush and avert his eyes whenever he saw Jungkook’s thighs.  When Seokjin brushed his hair aside while talking casually, Yoongi felt a little silly.  He’d go find Hoseok or Namjoon or Taehyung and bury his head in their neck.  Rub his hands down their arms and wrap his legs around their waists.  Sometimes they’d mumble in surprise, but they always saw the look in his eyes and knew exactly what he needed.
            His love still completed him so perfectly, and their sun always made him so warm.  It was no wonder that their tree fit within him so completely.  He had thought for so long that Namjoon was just like him, a fair one, and he was indeed.  But Yoongi had learned so much of the human world and of how much they could be.  Not one thing, but two or more, as many as they wanted to be.  The first time Namjoon mumbled so cutely that he’d like to try, Yoongi thought for sure he’d cry.  Taehyung was ecstatic, to Hoseok’s surprise, since he had given the boy so much trouble for his first time, but Hoseok wasn’t upset in the end.  They all knew Taehyung held a special place in his wide heart for Namjoon and would do anything for him.  There was no jealousy between them.  It was an ugly human word Yoongi would never understand.  Phones and internet and smelly gyms he could comprehend.  But jealousy had no place in his heart or between his loves.
            Namjoon connected with Yoongi like he did with the rest of the world, as Yoongi had come to learn multiple meanings of the word.  He did with great care.  So lovingly.  He held Yoongi’s hand and spoke to him the whole time.  It was so different from when Taehyung simply slid right in or when Hoseok took forever before finally letting himself go.  Yoongi was always pleased with them both, whether Taehyung held him against a wall or Hoseok made his body bounce with his force, but something about Namjoon touching him so tenderly made him cry.
            “It’s not magic,” Taehyung always said, but Yoongi could never explain how it felt.  The connecting with Namjoon was something deep.  A bundle of roots like the thousands of nerves brought alive when Namjoon touched him.  Something powerful and strong and yet like the kiss of the wind.  Yoongi felt him deep inside.  Connecting was never just about filling his hole.  It made him whole even if he knew he was already complete.  A free fairy to do as he pleased.  A semi-human who learned to drive and had a library card and played games on his phone while dozing high in his tree.  Yoongi had a life of his own, but it was made more beautiful by the mates in his life, like the forest bursting with leaves.
            He felt the spark with Namjoon inside, his first taste of jealousy.  But it didn’t leave him feeling bitter or empty.  He just wondered what it must be like to be one so fair as Namjoon was and yet still have a cock.  It must be why Namjoon’s eyes filled with tears as he brushed Yoongi’s away and kissed him so softly.
            “Move, move more,” Taehyung grumbled with his hand on Namjoon’s waist, but Yoongi felt like he needed nothing more.  He had Namjoon’s weight, he held his heart in his hand, and he knew that was all he would ever need.  The jealousy disappeared like a breath on the wind, and Yoongi let out a sigh of his own.  It stayed in the air, it caught in Namjoon’s hair, it rested in the tiny place between their bodies there.
            “Ah, Namjoon, you have to satisfy him,” Taehyung tried to scorn again, but Yoongi caught his hand.
            “He’s perfect—he’s just right,” was all Yoongi said as Namjoon kissed his forehead.  It wasn’t hard, it wasn’t loud, it wasn’t long indeed, but it was just what Yoongi had felt he needed.
            Some days after his brain hurt from so much reading and his back felt especially sore, months of hiding his wings still so easy and yet draining, he would seek Namjoon out.  Would crawl in his lap and sigh against his cheek.  Sometimes that was all he needed as he dozed in his arms while Namjoon continued to read.  But other days his nerves felt afire.  He wondered if he could have something more.  He would find Namjoon’s mouth and pull at his cock until Namjoon sputtered and gasped.  It took time for him to figure out what Yoongi wanted, but now it happened so easily.  Yoongi would sit there, their clothes still on as much as needed, filled so completely as Namjoon continued to read.
            It reminded Yoongi of times spent napping on Namjoon’s chest as he rested against him then.  He was still a bit smaller than everyone in the house, though he and Jimin argued about it constantly, even if he wasn’t sure if they were trying to both be the smallest or insist they were taller than the other, so he loved to rest against each tree.  With a hand rubbing against his back occasionally disappearing to turn a page, Yoongi felt so content.  Those quiet times with Namjoon, even when the boy was soft, taught Yoongi so much about connecting.
            They were caught one time, though Yoongi didn’t even know at first.  He was half asleep when he felt Namjoon’s hand under his shirt tighten and the chest against him suck in a breath.  He mumbled and squirmed a little, wondering why Namjoon had gone so still, but then his breath returned.  He was almost asleep again when Namjoon’s hand stilled once more, and this time Yoongi lifted his head.  The boy’s cock was twitching inside him, but that wasn’t anything odd.
            “I see,” came a voice, and Yoongi did, too.  Seokjin, standing in the hallway light with Jungkook behind his head.  Taehyung would call him a prude, a new word he loved to use.  Hoseok might say he was a tattletale.  But Yoongi just met their eyes.  He had no fears in Seokjin’s house.  The man was kind, exceptionally so.  Sure, he was loud and could rant when angry, and he had given Jungkook and Jimin deadly eyes plenty of times, but Yoongi understood human magic that wasn’t that at all, and he always knew the intent behind Seokjin’s tone.
            “I’m sorry—” Namjoon mumbled which only made Yoongi frown.  He was relieved to see Seokjin did, too.
            “Not at all.  I was curious, honestly, if you two ever did—but we’ll leave you two alone.  Come on, Jungkook.”  The boy’s mouth had been partially open the whole time, but he clamped it shut as Seokjin turned him around to go.  Namjoon was still for quite some time, long enough for Yoongi to take his head and give it the smallest shake.
            “Do you feel ashamed to be seen with me?”
            “No!  Not at all, but—connecting is for us privately.  That’s what I’ve always believed,” Namjoon said softly.
            “Even though you share me with the other two, and they use you, too?”
            “Yes.  Yes, that’s different.”
            “Explain, if you can,” Yoongi said as he held Namjoon’s cheeks.
            “I don’t know.  You’re my mate, right?”
            “Yes.”
            “Hoseok calls us his boyfriends.”
            “Right.”
            “We’re not to cheat on him.  Or each other.  We’ve talked about it several times.”
            “Yes,” Yoongi said, memories of how flushed Hoseok was as he spoke passionately about loyalty and being horny had to balance perfectly making him smile.
            “Isn’t it wrong, then, to be seen?  To—” Namjoon’s voice died down so low that Yoongi waited a long time, long enough that he had to nudge his tree’s lips with his own to make them open up again.  He kissed him softly as he loved to do until Namjoon seemed to come to.
            “Sometimes,” Namjoon whispered against his lips, “I feel so greedy.”  That was a word Yoongi had come to know, too, and so he nodded against Namjoon.
            “Me too, me too.  What do you want?”
            “Sometimes I wonder what they do—I wonder what they’re like.”
            “Jinnie and Jungkook and Jimin, too?” Yoongi asked, Namjoon’s soft nod against his hair making him suck in a breath.
            “Am I cheating?  Am I wrong?  I don’t know what to do.”
            “Oh, Joon,” Yoongi said, though he wasn’t quite sure.  In his tree he was taught there was one thing he could be: a mate to his love one true.  But that and so much more had not been the truth.  The world had offered him so much more.  So he didn’t know what the rules were here.  Humans seemed to have so many and yet too few.
            “I don’t know,” Namjoon mumbled.  “I don’t know what to do.”
            Yoongi knew what humans used if they didn’t know what else to do.  The internet was a scary but useful place, a magical world all of its own.  But Yoongi had learned of its pitfalls, mostly thanks to Jimin.
            As content as Yoongi had been when he and Taehyung were first learning to hide their wings and trying to catch up on all humans had learned since Namjoon disappeared into their woods, he had still felt like something was missing.  He had a place to lay his head, he had his mates beside him safe.  He could eat what he wanted to and learned to travel safely.  He had so many clothes he sometimes just wore the same thing until he discovered the laundry machine.  He loved to sit on it as the dryer rumbled while Jungkook folded clothes and sung softly.  But something still felt incomplete.
            He stood in the river while everyone cleaned for a few weeks and stared at where he knew his friend should be.  But each time they went back empty handed apart from the trash they’d collected.  When Seokjin and Jungkook came back one night with something else in their hands, Yoongi felt the same as when he had heard Taehyung’s voice for the first time.  Even without wings, even sleepy in Hoseok’s lap, he had flown into Jimin’s arms.  He felt too dry and too small, and yet he laughed gleefully and hugged Yoongi tightly and had whispered right then and there,
            “Now I have two cocks, too.”  Yoongi never made a comment about how he actually had three all to himself.  He didn’t play the same way Jimin did, and yet it was no wonder they had to move to a bigger house.  That Seokjin built a fresh water pond for the water fairy.  That Yoongi saw much more flesh than he had before as Jimin seemed insatiable.  His friend wasn’t mean.
            “A menace,” was the word Seokjin bestowed upon Jimin, and even without knowing its full meaning, Yoongi knew it was true.  But he treated them all with the same care he showed his river, his algae bed, his rocks that so many people picked up to fling so thoughtlessly.  He wasn’t big on human food but loved to lounge in the pool.  He napped just as much as Yoongi, and while everyone buzzed around like flies, sometimes Yoongi’s favorite part of his day was just lying beside Jimin, their hands playing with each other’s hair or fingers or just still as they closed their eyes.
            It took a long time for them to move beyond that, beyond a gentle stream.
            Hoseok and Taehyung came first, and that was such a cacophony.
            Yoongi never worried when his loves fought.  They weren’t ever angry.  Even Taehyung, when his face got red and Yoongi saw his hair start to change, was never really mean.  He got scared, though, and still struggled to share his fears, especially with their sun.  It was hard to stare at such a bright light and not blink away and hang your head, after all.  Yoongi was glad the boy seemed to always understand what he needed, because his tongue often seemed stuck around him.  Wiggled fingers or a nod of the head was sometimes all he could muster, but Hoseok always knew how to make him flustered.
            Taehyung, his love, his first of many, met newness with curiosity and bravery.  But there were still times when he seemed to shrink, even if not in height.  On nights Yoongi would wake up and not find him in their nest, he would shuffle around until he found him.  Under the stars outside lying on the grass or huddled under a blanket when it was cold, sometimes waiting for the first fall of snow.
            “I’m afraid,” he’d finally mumble as Yoongi leaned against his shoulder.
            “Tell me.  Of what?”  And the pull would begin.  It wasn’t easy, like jumping out of his tree from up high.  Fear for Taehyung meant falling without his wings.  Meant he wasn’t sure if he would find any air before smacking into the ground.
            Learning to work.  Of his feelings.  Of one day dying.
            “We’re going to age now,” Taehyung said one night.
            “You’re afraid of dying?” Yoongi hummed.  Fairies so rarely did.  When they went, it was nothing to fear.  A celebration, in fact.  They went back to their tree and gave back to her the life she had given them.  But humans were different.  They had such sorrow.
            “Will you still love me when I’ve gone limp?”
            “What?” Yoongi asked, even if he was used to Taehyung’s funny questions, he still reached up for his face.  “My love, you know your form doesn’t matter.”
            “But one day my cock will sag and be unable to satisfy you!”
            “Oh, Tae, all the stars up above could never complete me like you do.”
            “But we won’t be able to connect,” Taehyung said, and he almost wailed.  Yoongi willed himself not to smile as he kissed his Sylvan’s nose.
            “I find I am learning connecting isn’t just sex.  Is that really what you care about?”
            “I just love you, and I don’t want things to change,” Taehyung said as he pulled Yoongi into his lap.  Yoongi held on, a little surprised Taehyung didn’t pull at his clothes.  So often he found his comfort there between Yoongi’s legs, and Yoongi found solace in his arms.  He never minded, but he also wasn’t disappointed when Taehyung simply rubbed against his cheek and held him close until his eyes were dry.  Yoongi rubbed his back and ran his fingers through his hair and kissed his head softly. 
            “Do you want to go back?  Did we make a mistake?” Yoongi would also always check, but to that Taehyung would shake his head adamantly.  They still visited the forest, and walking the paths and touching the grass did feel their lungs deeply, some magic running through their fingertips that no one could explain, but they lived with their mates and had a new life and that meant no regrets.
            “You can be happy and sad all at the same time,” Namjoon one time explained.  That was hard for Taehyung to believe as he felt so strongly.  Overwhelmed with two emotions made his head dizzy as he wanted to concentrate on one.  But he had so many now sometimes he felt like he had lost his way.  Yoongi’s questions helped him focus, help him remember where he was, helped him land back on the ground softly.  So they went back to bed together that night and any night that Taehyung drifted.  Yoongi often missed his wings, but he knew Taehyung did, too.  He would always say,
            “You have to tell them,” before their conversation was done.  “We have to share everything.”  Because the only way to not hit the ground as you fell was to have someone catch you, and Yoongi was a bit too weak on his own, even for how strong they all knew him to be.  Hoseok and Namjoon would listen whenever Taehyung finally admitted what he was feeling.  Hoseok rarely had much to say, though he got better at encouraging and never dismissing Taehyung’s concerns, and Namjoon always had wisdom to share.
            But Yoongi understood that it was hard, and he knew why Taehyung got defensive.  He knew why he used silly rhymes and raised his voice whenever he got scared.  He knew how his love would shrink every time until he could admit what was wrong.  He knew it was hard to look at the sun and want to turn away, so he understood why finally asking Hoseok was hard.
            “You said I could fuck you,” Taehyung said one night as he stood at the end of the bed with fists clenched by his side.
            “I thought you didn’t like that word,” Hoseok said without even looking up from his phone.  Beside Namjoon, both with books in their hands, Yoongi wasn’t quite sure what was going on, and he wondered if Hoseok thought Taehyung was just messing around.  When he was tired, Yoongi sometimes took a while to feel it in the air—that swirl of invisible dust that wasn’t magic but what Namjoon said people called “chemistry,” though not the science of mixing chemicals.  A spark in the air that made your lungs gasp and pupils widen and, for Yoongi, the special place between your legs grow wet.
            They didn’t connect every night.  Once Taehyung’s fear that he wasn’t doing his best by pleasing them every night was alleviated, Yoongi noticed they waited more for the “chemistry.”  But he and Namjoon rarely had to ask for Hoseok or Taehyung to connect with them, and the others didn’t, either.  A look, a touch, and it was known.  To initiate so bluntly and yet awkwardly was not their norm. 
            But normal was a word Yoongi had learned had no meaning.  Some human words had none depending on who said them.  Some humans said words without knowing their meaning.  But normal was an empty word.  The night brought change.  And change meant much.  It brought a little fear and anxiety, a few trembling limbs. 
            Taehyung wasn’t joking, though, and Hoseok realized he wasn’t messing around.  His phone was put down by their bed as he lifted his head.  Yoongi and Namjoon watched Taehyung, too, as he briefly pulled on the edge of his shirt that was as brown as dirt.  He was so gorgeous, Yoongi always felt his wings when he saw his mate even if they were nowhere to be seen.
            “You said, in the cabin, months ago, before he came here and everything became clear and yet murky all at once, a clear blue sky with the sun shining high and a lake all muddled and gray—you said we’d connect if I wanted to, you said you’d let me do—do you.”
            “Do me—” Hoseok said before giggling in, his hand patting over the covers until he found Namjoon’s.  “Is he being serious right now?  Yoongi, is he serious?”
            “Don’t talk like I’m not here.  Come on, come on, you know my one fear.  Don’t jest—I have a hurt here.”
            “In your chest,” Yoongi said as Taehyung touched the place of his heart.  “Which fear do you speak of?”
            “Which?  Which?  Do you think I have many?”
            “Yes,” all three voices said from the bed.
            “But so do we all,” Namjoon assured him.  “We’ve talked about this one, though.  We’re not going to leave you even if we don’t connect.”
            “It’s not that fear, not that, not that,” Taehyung shooed away.
            “What is it, then?” Namjoon asked before they all silently stared.  Yoongi had been the first to hear Taehyung’s voice.  To admire him from up high.  The first human to have him inside, Namjoon had really helped Taehyung along.  But Hoseok, their sun, had learned to see what they couldn’t.  He always was so perceptive that Yoongi wondered what else he could see beyond just fairies and trees.
            “He’s afraid he’ll like it,” Hoseok said, his words making Taehyung lift his head.  He shook it, he lowered it, he scuffed his toes against the bed, he sighed, he sat down, he stood up and paced, he pulled at his hair, he fluttered his wings that weren’t there.
            “Ah,” Namjoon said as they all watched Taehyung.
            “It’s not that.  It’s not that!” Taehyung said adamantly.  “I’m sure his—”
            “Speak to me directly,” Hoseok said.  “I am here in the room.”
            “I’m sure your—” Taehyung said as his face became red.  “I’m sure your hole is lovely!  It will feel fine enough, but what if—what if—what if you want to in turn?”
            “Want to what?” Hoseok said.
            “I don’t have a hole!” Taehyung sighed before sitting down on the floor and almost disappearing from all their eyes.  Hoseok looked at Namjoon and Yoongi before leaning forward onto his hands to see their mate pouting on the carpet.
            “So you’re worried that I’ll want to fuck you in return but I can’t because you don’t have a hole?”
            “I don’t like that word,” Taehyung grumbled before kicking out his feet.  “I just know it wouldn’t be fair.  We’re all meant to share.  I can’t take more than I give.  I don’t want to be greedy, I’m trying not to be needy.  But lately I see you and—”
            “Look at me,” Hoseok said gently, his words still making Yoongi lick his lips.  He looked at him even if Hoseok wasn’t talking to him, and he knew Namjoon was doing the same.  Taehyung hesitated, though, still not used to listening to Hoseok’s commands without a bit of a fight, before he lifted his head.  “Taehyung, silly—our goofy one.  You worry about things you shouldn’t.  If you want to connect with me, we’ll make it happen.  Both ways.”
            “But I don’t have a hole!” Taehyung pouted.
            “Well, if that’s really what you’re worried about, stop worrying.  You do.”
            “I don’t, I don’t!  I can’t make one grow!”   
            “You’re using it right now.”
            “I don’t have one.  Using it?” Taehyung blinked as he looked all around.  “I can’t use what I don’t have.  What are you saying?  Stop being stupid.”
            “Don’t raise your voice,” Hoseok said as he sat up on his knees.  “Think carefully.  You have a hole of your own.  If you’d just keep it down—”
            “I don’t have a hole, stop saying you know,” Taehyung said as he sat up on his knees, his fists clenched in frustration by his sides.  Hoseok was off the bed in a second like he had wings of his own.
            “Really,” he said as he caught Taehyung’s head.  The fairy immediately started to struggle, his hands catching Hoseok’s wrists.  They all knew Taehyung hated to have his hair pulled, but Hoseok loved to run his fingers through his strands.  And if they played with his hair, the sun would go down almost instantaneously.  But Hoseok wasn’t pulling or hurting Taehyung, which the fairy realized quickly.  He didn’t push him off but looked up so confused even as he clung to his wrist.  Hoseok’s other hand reached for his face, and Yoongi realized suddenly what Hoseok had meant.
            “Silly,” Hoseok said softly, his words making Yoongi find Namjoon’s hand.  If “chemistry” was a subject, Hoseok must have gotten all A’s, because the room filled with a magic in the air unseen but greatly felt.  “I’ll use this hole if you’ll let me, then you can use mine.”
            “This—” Taehyung said, his eyes widening when his mouth did as Hoseok’s thumb slipped in.  He sputtered but couldn’t pull away and then didn’t want to.  Still, Hoseok hissed and withdrew his digit then tapped Taehyung’s cheek so quickly.
            “Don’t bite!  You silly sprite.  No biting.”
            “You surprised me.”
            “Well, so did you!  Saying you want to fuck me so suddenly!”
            “Don’t like that word.”
            “Yeah, yeah,” Hoseok said as he continued to hold Taehyung’s head.  The fairy let go of his wrist and sat back on his thighs, a small look of confusion still in his eyes.  Hoseok saw that, too, as he saw everything, the room dim but his aura shining so brightly.  “Look, if you’re serious, I’ll show you what to do.”
            “I trust you.”
            “Ah—” Hoseok said, his eyes looking up at Yoongi and Namjoon who only smiled at him.  They all knew it, even if it was something Taehyung never said.  His love for them was so strong it was impossible to ignore.  But while he whispered it often in Yoongi’s hair or against Namjoon’s lips, it was something he still couldn’t bring himself to say to Hoseok.  Their sun never held it against him.  He hadn’t said it either, but Yoongi knew what he was waiting for.  Once Taehyung pushed through the clouds of fear and doubt, Hoseok would be there ready to shine through.
            “Then open your mouth,” Hoseok said as he sucked in a breath and stepped away from Taehyung.  “And do not bite.  No teeth.  Can you imagine if Yoongi’s hole had teeth?  If he suddenly bit your cock?  Do you think it’d feel good?”
            “No,” Taehyung said as he shook his head. 
            “Then don’t do that to me.  And promise me—do you hear?  Promise me if you can’t do it, you won’t get mad.”
            “I can do it,” Taehyung said adamantly.
            “You don’t even know what it is.”
            “I can do it,” Taehyung said again as his eyes followed Hoseok’s hands.  They were tugging off his pants and pulling out his cock.
            “I’m serious,” Hoseok said as Taehyung’s brows furrowed.  “You don’t have to do this.  You have nothing to prove, okay?  It’s not for everyone.  I won’t be upset if you don’t like it.”
            “I—” Taehyung said as he licked his lips and then set his brow.  “I can do it.”
            “Tae.  Taehyung, promise me.”
            “What do you want?” Taehyung said as he slapped his hands on his legs.  “Promise you what?”
            “Promise me you won’t get mad at yourself if you don’t like my dick in your mouth.  I won’t be offended.  Promise me you’ll still—connect with me after.  And if you don’t like that, I won’t get mad.  We have to try new things to see if we like them.  Remember?  Like when you tried kimchi.  Like when you learned to drive.  We can try, but no getting mad if it’s not your thing.  Can you promise me?”
            “Fine, fine, I promise you this.  As long as you don’t—don’t piss.”
            “What?”
            “Don’t piss in my mouth!  I don’t want your smelly pee in me!”
            “Oh my god,” Hoseok said with a laugh as he stepped forward again.  “Shut up, I’m not going to pee.  But you know when I come—you don’t have to take it.”
            “Oh,” Taehyung said as Hoseok took his head in hand again, his face pulling back.
            “Tae, I’m serious.  Tell me now,” Hoseok said as his fingers stroked his cock slowly.  When Yoongi and Namjoon had moved to the edge of the bed to get a better view, he wasn’t sure, but they sat together with their legs hanging off, amused and aroused by the show.  They waited, the “chemistry” in the thick air making them all take deep breaths until Taehyung let one go.
            “Your cock is so ugly compared to mine—”
            “Jesus Ch—you are such a little shit,” Hoseok said as he tilted his head back and laughed.  “Is that it?  Is that a no?  You don’t want my ugly cock in your mouth?  You don’t want to see how this goes?”
            “I won’t like it—”
            “Then you don’t have to do it—”
            “I will.  I want to.  I want to be fair.”
            “Relationships aren’t about being fair, Tae,” Hoseok said.  “Don’t get words twisted.  We connect when we want to.  We help when we can.  We love each other because we do.  We’ve talked about this.”
            “I know, I know, don’t reprimand me with your dick in my face,” Taehyung mumbled passionately.
            “Then stop being afraid.  If you like it, Namjoon has one, too, and you always say his is cute,” Hoseok said, grinning when Taehyung looked over at the boy on the bed.
            “Oh,” Namjoon said as he shifted a little.  “You wouldn’t have to.  I never thought about—this.”
            “But I could try?  If you want to?” Taehyung said, and Yoongi could see it in his eyes.  His curiosity, his determination, his desire to be good.  They had talked to him so many times about not pushing himself too far to give them what they wanted at his own expense, but Taehyung was born to give.  To help others grow.  To bring happiness and life through his songs and smile.
            “If you want to,” was all Namjoon said before Taehyung turned his head.  And despite his fears, Taehyung overall was brave.  He took Yoongi’s hand and fled.  He opened the cabin door and watched their human pace over the floor.  He fought with the chickens and tried to ride on a fish.  He even befriended a water fairy!  Taehyung could do anything. 
            Still, he sputtered and coughed and said,
            “Your cock is disgusting!” when he first opened his mouth for Hoseok.  Their sun only laughed which made Taehyung pout before he could try again.  For all he knew of connecting, Yoongi had never seen such a thing.  But Taehyung was brave and always did his best because the heart in his chest was stronger even than “chemistry.” 
            They tried something new, but they were still the same.  He coughed and complained about Hoseok’s dick but continued to lick and lick.  When Hoseok was done with come on his hands and some dribbling on the floor, the fairy only looked proud even as he rubbed at his lips.
            “You liked it,” he grinned, his voice a bit hoarse as Hoseok rolled his eyes at him.
            “You would, too, trust me.”
            “Yoongi, can I use your mouth hole one day?”
            “Of course,” Yoongi said, his curiosity peaked.
            “But for now, get the lube, that nasty gross stuff.”
            “You still want to fuck me?” Hoseok said as he gathered his breath.
            “I won’t if you keep using that word,” Taehyung said as he got up and stretched out his legs.
            “It’s been a while.  A long time,” Hoseok said as he sat on the bed and slumped against Namjoon’s shoulder.  “Give me a second.”
            “No, no, hurry up.”
            “You have to be patient,” Hoseok said, and Yoongi knew the bickering would last for hours.  He moved back to the headboard and brought Namjoon with him even as sleep tried to take him.
            “Not like that!  God, you have to go slow!  What are you poking at?” were only some of the things that Hoseok shouted over his shoulder as Taehyung sat between his legs.
            “You’re tighter than Namjoon!  Yoongi, you should see.  Why won’t you open up for me?”
            “I told you—god damn!  I told you it’s been a long time, you—Tae!  Ow!”
            “If you stopped squirming—and why are you so noisy?  Humans are so fascinating.  Is there anything you can’t do?”
            “Take much more of you stretching me,” Hoseok gritted out before rolled his eyes and pulled away.
            “What?  What’s wrong?  You don’t like me?”
            “God, shut up,” Hoseok said as he waved his hands at Taehyung, the whole bed rocking as they moved.  “Come lay down.  Lay down, right here.”
            “Oh, what, what?  Now we sleep?  You can’t take my cock?  You’re just a scared sheep?”
            “Shut up, my god,” Hoseok said.  “Just do what I say.”
            “Why should I?  I made you feel good,” Taehyung complained even as he laid down next to Namjoon, “and now my hard wood—my poor cock is so hard, it needs somewhere go to—”
            “Tae,” Hoseok said as he climbed over him, “seriously, shut up.”
            “So mean, so cruel, you stringy green bean, you’re—what are you doing?” Taehyung blinked as Hoseok took his cock in hand.  “What—what are you—”
            Yoongi never really wondered what it would be like to have a cock.  To enter someone’s hole.  But he knew what it was like to have one inside.  To connect so closely to another’s body.  When Hoseok sank down, when his skin touched Taehyung’s, when he took the fairy’s cock for the first time, Yoongi could feel it inside him even if he was empty.  A stirring in his gut, the quickening of his breath, the rapid patter of his heartbeat.  Taehyung’s eyes went wide, as wide as they ever could be, and while his mouth was open, no words came out.
            “Ha, okay, so that’s how to get you to shut up,” Hoseok said with a grin.  “Good to know.  Good to—ah—know.”
            It was impossible to be in the same room as the sun and not look at all its beauty.  Hoseok’s tan skin and lean chest and long hands pressed against Taehyung’s tummy—no one could look away.  Yoongi watched him sway, watched him rock back and forth, watched him rise and fall.  A light show, the sun poking through the clouds, all with a grin on its face.  So happy to be seen and to noticed by all, so glad to give everyone its warmth.  High in the sky and yet felt down below, in their room the sun had nowhere to go except into their eyes, their skins, their holes.
            The night didn’t end there, and Taehyung found his words again, his desire not leaving until he made sure Namjoon and Yoongi were pleased, too.  They would have been just watching, but they couldn’t complain.  Not with Taehyung buried so deep in him as Yoongi finally closed his eyes.  He saw his mate watching their other two, a smile on his face.  And he knew Hoseok was smiling back.  Nothing had to be said.
             Except words flowed through their house like Jimin’s stream over each rock.  They were always talking.  Groggy words over breakfast and boisterous laughs at dinner.  The house was filled with noise.  The wind through the trees, the insects chirping, the birds all flapping their wings.  The life of the forest was all around, even if it came with different sounds. 
            The loudest of all was Seokjin, though Taehyung seemed to take his noise as an excuse for competition.  Hoseok was loud, too, when he was extremely happy and comfortable.  And Jungkook was the same.  Yoongi had taken such a liking to the boy as soon as they moved in.  It was something he couldn’t quite explain but didn’t even bother exploring.  He just enjoyed the boy’s company.  When Jimin arrived, Yoongi almost thought the house would get louder.  A waterfall had arrived, after all.  But an odd calm and yet excitement was always in the air.
            That was the best way a forest fairy could describe a river.
            Calm as it flowed by—and Jimin did, his grace making him practically float around the house—and yet almost crushing when it hit enough rocks or a storm brewed in its depths—and Jimin certainly did have his fits, his tears piercing and his screams deafening when he didn’t get his way.
            Yoongi half expected his friend to be jealous whenever he saw him and Jungkook cuddling, since he was so used to Taehyung’s initial reactions, but Jimin would just come and sit beside them or on their laps, a sandwich or a line formed with all their limbs intertwined.  Yoongi had never liked water as much as the air, but it felt like floating when Jimin was there.  And when Namjoon joined them on the couch, there was something simply perfect about it all.
            Yoongi watched his mates and his friend and Seokjin and Jungkook from up high even when he was sitting beside them.  He knew he could see what one of them might miss.  He knew because he came from their mother tree.
            Still, the city left him muddled and often confused.  Things people said to him at fashion shoots were sometimes not harmless flirtations.  Harassment was an ugly human word.  He learned of consent and commitment and how much that latter word meant to so few.  Humans with their silly words they used but never followed often left Yoongi puzzled.  He’d think of their tree and how the world was meant to be, and everything seemed so clear to him.  But he was from the sky, from the boughs up high, and what he needed was clarity.
            So it was Jimin, the water, the transparent stream, who he talked to.
            They whispered long into nights, each apart from their beds, and shared all that was in their heads.  Questions and concerns, fears and doubts, truths and realities.  With Jimin flowing through their house, Yoongi knew there was more than just “chemistry.”  The forest alive, the river clean, the sun returned, the world reborn, it was time for all seven to thrive. 
             There was one large book in the library that claimed it held every word.  A dictionary could never do its job properly.  Like his task in the forest was impossible, too many new plants sprouted up every day, too many new words for humans to say.  But Namjoon loved tracking them, still.  Loved pondering over how they felt on his tongue when he discovered something new.  But a dictionary could never be complete, even if it set bound on a shelf for all to use.  His work was never done, either.  He took to the forest with a new type of pen and paper, a phone or computer or fancy tablet given to him by Seokjin, and continued to write what he saw.  Taehyung drew, and Yoongi came, too, with Hoseok and the rest following behind.  The giant mother tree’s work would never be done, so theirs never would, either.
            But Namjoon didn’t despair.  He hardly wept there in the new world of concrete.  He still wondered and awed at what he saw, and he still recorded it all.  He learned to make books and write stories of his own because those would never run dry.  It took him some time to realize what had always seemed missing was right there all along.
            Seven in books made stories complete.  The monks spoke often of how holy it was.  Their table held seven heads that didn’t bow but worshiped all the same.  They sang hymns of their own and knew more about love than even all the men in brown robes combined could barely begin to understand.  When they knelt with hands raised, they only gave praise, and that was something they all needed.  The seven heads, some missing wings, some sometimes dry, some loud or quiet, all made up a world of their own.  And a word, one Namjoon tried hard to describe, but no matter how much he read and thought with his head, it never could come to him.  They didn’t fit into any dictionary.  No word could encapsulate them.  Mate and partner all did their best as substitute for something more.  More—Namjoon always wanted more.
            But his greediness, his desire for all was what finally helped him see.
            The world was twisted.  It would never be straight.
            The world roared.  Always so loud and never quite at peace.
 ��          The world was split.  It could never be made whole again.
            Even as the forest healed and the stream ran clean, other troubles still ran ahead.
            What Namjoon wanted would never be found.  What he wanted simply didn’t exist.
            A blue dress by a warm hearth and somewhere to lay his head—
            He had that.  He had more.  He had everything he needed.  He had nothing to want for.
            That realization, one day in the forest, had him breathing so deeply he coughed.  Hoseok laughed and rubbed his back, and somehow that was that.  A calm.  A quiet.  A peace.  They each filled Namjoon’s mind.
            He would have his books, his work, his mates, his worries, his fun, and the world would never be made right.  But he had what he needed.  His life was complete.  Because together they made seven.
             Learning words every day, unidentified shoots in the forest, the newness of the world forever multiplied.  Experimenting, tasting new foods, traveling in planes, testing out new positions for connecting—Namjoon learned every day that he would never stop learning.  His work would never be done.  And if two heads were better than one, then seven could solve anything.
            Except, of course, how to make a seven-person relationship work.
            When Yoongi and Jimin, hand-in-hand, tiptoed up to him one evening he just wanted to read when the others were downstairs watching a loud movie, he wasn’t surprised at all by what they suggested.  He and Yoongi had talked about Jungkook and Seokjin before, and when Jimin lay on his chest and said,
            “I can’t help where my water needs to flow.  I’d like to give my life to all.”
            “Even to a forest fairy?”
            “To a friend,” the water sprite had grinned, but in the end, it wasn’t Taehyung who needed the most convincing.  His curiosity, after all, was the strongest.
            “I have wondered how wet it’d be with a river fish,” was what he said at first, his words always working Jimin up and making others balk. 
            “Seokjin is the kinkiest,” Jimin had explained for why the man would be on board.  That was a word Namjoon had learned months ago when Hoseok showed his mates porn.
            “But this is just for research—I hate this, you know?  This won’t become a regular thing,” their sun had said before settling back into the bed.
            “And Jungkook seems shy, but I have caught his eye,” Yoongi mumbled.
            “And I have his heart,” Jimin giggled.  “And wait until you try his cock—he’s so gentle and sweet.  Which do you want to try, Namjoon?”
            “Neither.  Not particularly.  But both?  It isn’t even that I want,” Namjoon had explained that night and again later when the seven had a house meeting.  Those never filled him with dread, even if they made Taehyung antsy.  They had to discuss rules sometimes and disputes.  Miscommunications and misplaced shoes.
            “It’s not about connecting,” Namjoon explained as he squeezed Hoseok’s hand, because he was the one shaking his head.  His mouth had dropped when he heard what Yoongi proposed.  His eyes had bulged when he saw Seokjin nodding.  His whole body had shook when everyone seemed to agree that it would be a good thing.
            “It isn’t about being currently unsatisfied in bed,” Namjoon told him.  “You and Taehyung are of course enough.  You take care of me so perfectly.  But the others offer something more.”
            “And what’s to stop you?  What if you all just start bringing other people home?” Hoseok had asked frantically, and Namjoon could understand his fear even if he didn’t even see that as a possibility.  No one else did in the room.  The chorus of,
            “No way, never, ew, that’s something I’d never do,” filled the air and settled down on Hoseok’s shoulders like a warm blanket, but he still shook his head and sighed.
            “He’s my boss,” he mumbled into his hands, and his confession had Seokjin laughing.
            “He’s mine now, too,” Namjoon said, not understanding the problem.  But he tried.  They all did.  Because six against one was not complete.  So the subject was dropped, even by Jimin, who still held Yoongi’s hand and kissed his cheek softly and sat in Namjoon’s lap and wrestled with Taehyung on the floor until the forest fairy had to stomp away, pulling Namjoon or Yoongi with him to tussle in their bed.  Hoseok saw all this, and Hoseok knew, and Namjoon watched him as close as he could without suffocating him.  Consent, he knew, couldn’t be manipulated or coerced and still be real.  That was just one of the words he had learned months ago and yet was still learning how big it was.
            Like connecting, like learning, like loving.  All these words that looked so small and yet were not at all.  They were never ending.  All encompassing.  Expanding and multiplying.  Wider than the ocean and bigger than the sun.  Certainly not things Namjoon could wrap his arms around.  He could barely grasp them with his head.  So Hoseok took some time to come around.  To see what Yoongi and Jimin and Namjoon did so clearly.
            And even then, there were rules.  Boundaries.  They were there to keep them safe.  Not from unknown fears or made-up woes like the songs their mothers used to sing about, but real hurts in their hearts and possibly their bodies.  Safe words, too, little things picked out among the millions that would hold a meaning no dictionary could, they all agreed on eventually.  And the freedom to come and go.  To never leave anyone behind, but never expect anything.  To remain loyal and alleviate each fear unseen. 
            Yoongi and Jimin, hand-in-hand, initiated things at first, and Namjoon no longer felt greedy.  Just content.  Complete.  Sometimes he simply watched.  Sometimes Taehyung got possessive and competitive with Seokjin, and Jimin and Yoongi and Namjoon could only roll their eyes and go along for the ride.  Namjoon learned Jungkook really was shy and took a long time to let Taehyung touch him or to ask to connect with Yoongi.  He took the longest with Namjoon, not counting Hoseok, but Namjoon didn’t mind.  The boy usually sat and watched.  Brought them water and dampened rags and let Seokjin kiss him sweetly.  They called it play, when Seokjin got rough and pulled Jungkook over his lap for a smack.  Those times he usually made everyone leave, and while Taehyung sometimes fussed, saying he wanted to stay and see, they all went contently.
            It was Hoseok who often hid.  So each time they’d ask and make sure before closing a bedroom door.  Sometimes Namjoon would sit with him, though the boy had nothing to say.
            “It’s just weird.  I’m not used to it.  There’s nothing wrong, I know.  He’s my boss.  I don’t know,” he’d ramble and mumble, trying to make sense of words.  They were all spread before him but jumbled up like a puzzle.  Some seemed to be missing.  Some he couldn’t even define.  Namjoon understood because it was a little like hunting for mushrooms.  But once you knew the signs, they were easier to find.  And the more they talked, they all waited patiently, the more Hoseok began to see.
            How Jungkook bounced around the house with such glee.  How Jimin flitted from one boy to another whenever there was any need.  How Yoongi dozed contently no matter who he was with.  How Taehyung was excited and eager to satiate his curiosity.  How Seokjin was proud and pleased at each meal with everyone smiling.  And how Namjoon was content and no longer greedy.
            “Still,” he mumbled one night as he stood in the door, “I’m not touching Jin, and he can’t touch me.”
            “Not even a kiss?” Seokjin pouted.
            “Maybe one day,” Hoseok had only mumbled. 
            Seven was messy and loud.  Chaotic, but still organized.  People still cried.  They still fought and lied.  They were humans, after all.  Selfish and greedy and so filled with pride.  Yes, even the fairies.  But they learned to do their best and be what each needed.  It wasn’t just about connecting, at least not how the fairies would say.  But intimacy.  Relationships and community.  No magic, and yet something in the air as the seven settled into something no one word could explain.
             “Like this—see how flat it is?  You want that to skip across the water like when you’re jumping.  So keep it flat, like that, and flick your wrist, don’t fling.  There you go, and—let go!”
            “Oh, papa, I did it!”
            “Good job, sprout,” Namjoon said proudly as he patted the boy’s curly hair that no matter what they did seemed to try to fly everywhere.  He was growing so quickly, almost as fast as his pod had that appeared over night a few years ago.
            “Joonie, Joonie, your plant has a growth,” Taehyung had screamed until Namjoon came running.  “Is it sick, is it ill?  Can plants take a pill?”
            “What is it?” Namjoon had asked as he squatted down by the tree, the tiniest bonsai he owned.  He touched the round sack carefully, noticing how it looked transparent but red like skin with a flashlight pressed against it.  The others had come quickly, gathering around to see the seed on the tree.  They had all gasped when Yoongi flushed and took one of Taehyung’s fingers in his hand.
            “It’s a baby.”
            “A—what—” everyone had gasped before everyone had spoken at once.  They had spoken a lot in that room after that.  Each taking turns or coming together to watch the seed grow.  Namjoon was there most of all with Yoongi and Taehyung, mostly afraid that the branch might break from the weight, but the bonsai never even wavered. 
            “Is it human?” Jungkook had asked curiously.
            “Of course not,” Taehyung had huffed.  “Do you see Yoongi’s belly?  It’s always stayed flat.  He’s no woman like your mother.”
            “Yeah, but—so it’s a fairy?”
            “How should I know?” Taehyung had shrugged before touching the seed carefully.  “But they’ll be perfect.  Because Yoongi made it.  With me.”
            The child was neither, when he burst into the world only to stumble on his feet.  Larger than a human baby would be at first but certainly without wings.  Just so much hair on his head going everywhere.  He cried and cried as they gathered around until Namjoon realized he was still attached to his seed.
            “You’ll have to cut it,” he told no one and everyone.
            “Oh, but won’t it hurt?” Yoongi said as he pulled the baby into his arms.
            “No.  Yes.  I don’t know,” Namjoon said honestly.  Hoseok came walking back briskly with scissors and carefully detached the hair from its sack.
            “He looks like me,” Taehyung said gleefully.
            “He looks like Namjoon,” Yoongi said softly.  And in the end, they both were right.  The boy had such tan skin, almost as dark as the tree he came from, and he seemed like he never would stop growing.  He was so different from his brother, not even a year behind, whom they had found in the woods.
            “Yoongi, Yoongi, look way up there!” Taehyung had pointed and waved frantically one day when they visited their old mother tree who seemed to be giggling playfully.  The fairies were silent with the seven gathered round, but they were watching carefully.  They surely grumbled and judged when Taehyung had to climb instead of flying up easily.
            “It’s a seed, it’s an egg, it’s a new baby!” he yelled from up high before touching his mother carefully.  “Is it safe?  Is it ours?”
            “She says everyone’s been looking after it,” Jungkook whispered down below, everyone surprised even as he blushed.  “She said not to worry.  The fairies are being nice.”
            “You can hear her—” Taehyung gasped before hopping down and swinging Jungkook around.
            “Yes, is that bad?  Can no one else?”
            “Only a few can,” Namjoon said as he smiled proudly.
            “It makes sense you can,” Seokjin said as he pinched the boy’s cheek until he was swatted away playfully.  “You’re so pure at heart.”
            They visited the forest more frequently then, the tree always so glad to see them.  A few brave fairies sometimes poked out with legs swinging on her boughs as the humans piddled about.  Yoongi would climb up and lay by the egg while Taehyung sang softly, and the baby waited for them all to arrive before he did, too.  He wiggled and cooed and almost made no noise.  He had hair unlike his brother, the strands thin and white, and his skin was even paler than Yoongi’s.  But he giggled unlike any human baby could when his own cord was cut, a long but thin string out his back like the thready roots of a tree.
            “He looks like Hoseok,” Taehyung almost said with a pout while the others looked on gaping.
            “He’s fair like Yoongi,” Namjoon noted, though he didn’t mean his anatomy.  Both boys seemed human, as far as all that went, but they seemed to have a magic of their own.  They both grew too quickly until they figured out human time, and both had hidden magic in their bodies.
            Eungan was in his fingertips.  Everything he touched seemed to grow.  Eunrim was in his invisible wings as he lifted spirits wherever he would go.  They were nothing like each other and yet joined at the hip, and though born months apart the world saw them as twins.
            They were curious and loud but gentle and proud, and they protected their sister fiercely.
            With the river so clean and bursting with life, the family of seven then eight and nine often traveled to spend a day on its shore.  They’d go up to Jimin’s cave or just play on the bank with a picnic spread out.  Jimin would often strip off his clothes and shrink down in size, something that was still easier for him to do than the forest fairies, only to leap up onto his rock with hands on his hips.  They would all watch him as he stood proudly before he started to sing.  Some days they’d laugh and sing along with clapping hands.  Others they would just watch him admiringly.
            But one day he burst out with a gasp, not a song, and something in his hands.
            “A pearl, a pearl!  It’s a baby girl!” so of course there was much clamoring.                  
            “This fucking makes no sense,” Seokjin groaned when Jimin had shuffled to shore and put the clam down carefully.  “Babies don’t grow in clams.  What is this?”
            “Shut up,” Taehyung said as he elbowed.  “Don’t be rude to Jimin.”
            “I’m not being rude, I’m just so confused!  Where did that come from?”
            “I made her,” Jimin giggled as he touched the sleeping baby carefully.  But it wasn’t a baby, at least not really.  As Eungan and Eunrim stuck their heads through everyone’s legs to see up closely, Namjoon saw this baby was shaped differently.  She was naked as the day everyone was born, but she looked like a woman grown, only she was the size of a pea.  Or a tadpole.  No, Namjoon couldn’t say that.  Jimin would be offended.  But she fit in his palm as he took her out carefully.  Certainly as precious as a pearl, that tiny water girl.
            “How did you—” Seokjin started to ask before shaking his head.  Her hair was all the way to her feet, and there was nothing for them to cut.  She came away so smoothly until her eyes blinked awake, and then the storm began.  They all blinked and backed away as she started to wail, the sound too loud for her tiny throat.  Except Jimin.  He laughed and lifted her up to his nose and kissed her carefully.
            “Listen to you,” he giggled gleefully.  “You’re so perfect.  Hello, hello, baby.” 
            They had no more questions after that, except every day they did.
            “What does she eat?  Eungan did a poop—no, in the garden—should I reprimand him or explain how fertilizer works?  Eunrim won’t stop crying, but I don’t see any blood, what do I do?  Pearl hit me—help, what do I do?  She’s laughing at me!”  They had questions every day.
            But as Namjoon stood in the river with his pants rolled up and his fingers in Eungan’s hair, he knew that was just how life went.  And they figured it out.
            “Why are we throwing rocks, papa?” Eungan asked seriously as he searched for another smooth one.
            “We’re giving away something good.”
            “A rock is good?”
            “A smooth one is,” Namjoon nodded.  “The perfect one is.”
            “Who are we giving it to?”
            “To the river,” Namjoon said.
            “But they were already here.  Papa, I don’t understand,” Eungan frowned.
            “It doesn’t matter,” Eunrim said from a few feet away as he picked up a huge stone and chunked it with a splosh a few feet away.  “Look at that spray!”
            “Eunrim,” Namjoon said with his grin hard to hide. 
            “The water is happy!  Look how it shines!”
            “It’s not happy,” a shrill voice said from behind.  “How could it be, with your dirty feet making it gross?”  Eunju was stood there with her hands on her hips, her blue dress flapping in the wind.  “Stop throwing rocks and come and eat lunch!  Daddy’s waiting inside.”
            “I think we’d best go,” Namjoon whispered to his boys as he took Eungan’s hand.
            “But papa, I still don’t get it.”
            “Get what?” Namjoon said as they followed their sister down to the forest trail once their sandals were back on, the edges of their pants dripping a little on their toes.
            “Why you like to throw rocks so much.”
            “It reminds me of someone I used to know.”
            “It’s fun,” Eunrim said as he jumped along, no desire to walk normally.  “Isn’t that all that matters?  As long as we bring no one no harm.”
            “No one any harm,” Namjoon corrected gently as he nodded.  “But yes, perhaps it’s just that.  Isn’t it fun, to skip them over the water under the sun?”
            “It was,” Eungan nodded with a smile as Namjoon smoothed out his hair.
            “Eunju likes it, too, even if she pretends to not.”
            “Why does she do that?” Eungan asked, always so curious since the day he was born.
            “Because she’s whatever she wants to be,” Namjoon said simply.  “Soothing and cooling or a storm and a pain.  We love her all the same.”
            “A rhyme,” Eunrim shouted.  “Daddy, you rhymed!”
            “So I did,” Namjoon smiled.  “Can you do one, too?”
            “I can rhyme, I can rhyme!  Let me just find the route,” Eunrim hummed as the forest came into view.  “I came from a root that’s just down this route.  Into the forest, you see?   There I was nourished—does that work?”
            “You’re doing great, yep,” Namjoon nodded.
            “There I was nourished by fairies unseen among all the brown and the green.   If you are nice, and don’t ask me twice, maybe one day I’ll show you that route.  But if you’re mean all you’ll get is a toot!”
            “Gross,” Eunju groaned as she skipped on ahead when she saw Jimin waving. 
            “Toot, toot, lick my boot,” Eunrim shouted as he chased her with his tongue sticking out and fingers waving in the air.  Grinning as Eungan pulled away, too, though he only jogged slowly, Namjoon watched as they were all picked up by someone.  Seokjin and Jungkook with Eunrim on their shoulders collectively, his laughs loud as they bumped along.  Hoseok with Eungan on his back as they whispered secrets together, their hair both so curly.  And Eunju holding Jimin’s hand as they sang a song so sweetly.
            “Hey, did you have fun?” Yoongi asked as Namjoon came up to the forest’s edge.
            “Yeah, we did,” he said as he felt a tingle in his fingers.
            “Ready for lunch?” Taehyung asked as he reached out to brush a stray strand of grass from Namjoon’s chest.
            “Yeah.  Yeah, I’m super hungry,” Namjoon said.
            “Me too.  Let’s go.  Did you hear Eunrim’s rhyme?  He was talking of toots.”
            “Yeah, I wonder who he learned that from,” Yoongi said as he rolled his eyes but smiled at Taehyung fondly.
            “I’m so proud,” Taehyung laughed as he reached for Namjoon’s hand.  “Joon?”
            “Me too,” Namjoon said as he connected their thread by taking Yoongi’s fingers.  He glanced over his shoulder, back at the city where he knew their house was secure.  The old church was there, and the river, too, that they’d all follow home after their outing was done.  He looked into the woods where the others had gone, and he felt it all the way to his toes.  Magic, but not magic, that he couldn’t quite see and would never fully understand.  But into the forest he went without another look behind with a fairy hand-in-hand.
A/N: Thanks to Bergan, my dear M, for helping me beta read this whole story. I couldn't have done it without her.I'm @54daysormore everywhere if you ever want to talk about fairies <3
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woopydoodog · 2 years
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help find ot7fic kinda...
from what i remember it was about someone recruiting bts indvidually to become assasins on a mission or smth, and they all had backgrounds and didn’t know each other from what i remember . but jk was big and buff and it looked like jimin and jk were gonna become smth. i don’t remember anything else, other than one scene in the fanfic where they were in an elevator. it’s been so long since i’ve seen it, i left the fic around the first 5 chaps cuz it was still ongoing but now i can’t find it....PLIS HELP
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bbsantc · 7 months
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my favorite bts fics so far (maknae!line + ot7)
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hello lovely readers, i hope all of you are doing great. i really want to share the amazing work and talent that many authors have on this app. as a literature fan and hopeless romantic myself, i made sure to pick out all the fics that i think are beautiful and amazing :) this post includes the maknae line + ot7 fics. i also made a hyung line fic rec post if you want to check it out here heheh :p
disclaimers!!!!:
some of these fics contain nsfw content (minors dni), or some heavy themes
this is a pretty long post lmao
all pictures are from pinterest!
once again this is the key for the fics :)
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fluff- ♾️
angst- Ω
smut- ☻
crack/humor- ☼
i would sell my liver to read this again for the first time- ¶
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Park Jimin
series:
The Promised Iris- @akinnie75 ♾️Ω
''Pair: Jimin x Reader
Genre: Romance, Fluff, Slight Angst, Slow Burn, Fantasy, Soulmate AU
Word Count: 20k
Summary: During one rainy summer day at the park, a stranger name Jimin suddenly confesses that he’s in love with you. At first, you thought that Jimin was a stalker, but it turns out that there’s something he’s hiding from you.''
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oneshots:
balletteacher!jimin x ballerina!y/n - @jungshookz ♾️☼ (there are more drabbles for this oneshot lolz)
''pairing: park jimin x reader
genre: balletteacher!jimin x ballerina!y/n au, fluff!!!! the fluffiest fluff!!! idk jimin just really cares about y/n okAY
wordcount: 2.5k''
him after all - @mercurygguk ♾️Ω☻
''➵ summary; a guy you’ve never met before scoops in and saves you from a very embarrassing situation and you can’t help but notice how cute he is.
pairing; jimin x f. reader final word count; 17,176 (sorry y’all) rating; 18+ content; strangers to lovers au, fluff/angst/smut, infidelity, multiple appearances from jjk, oc’s boyfriend being nasty and stupid af''
lover to lean on - @sketchguk ♾️Ω☻
''pairing: neighbor!jimin x florist!reader
➳ genre: neighbor AU, flower shop AU, smut, fluff, angst
➳ wc: 20k
➳ synopsis: for months, you can hear your no face neighbor and his ‘girlfriend’ singing and dancing and laughing and falling in love. above all, you can hear their bed banging against your shared wall, and they won’t ever let you sleep. you’d much rather stay up at night worrying about your own problems, like the weight of an unrequited crush, so of course you’re bitterly single. but one day, the apartment is radio silent. and one day slowly turns into one week and then into an immeasurable amount of time since you’ve heard his laugh. so on valentine’s day, when you’re missing it the most, you beg your neighbor to open up to you with cookies in one hand and two broken hearts in the other''
beneath the water - @jungshookz ♾️Ω ☻ ☼¶
''→ pairing: park jimin x reader
→ genre: mermaid!au/fantasy!au, an extra large order of fluff, comedy!!, jungkook being a brat as per usual, a touch of angst, and of course a sprinkling of nsfw
→ wordcount: 20.5k words holy moly''
into the wilderness - @gukyi ♾️Ω ☼
''summary: alright, so last summer’s camp was… disastrous. from the murky green showers to the wasps nests, it was all-around a bad time. but none of those things could be quite as catastrophic as the end-of-camp counselor campfire, when you told park jimin that you were in love with him. and if telling him was terrible, then seeing him again this summer, one year after your fruitless confession, just might be the death of you.
{camp counselor!au, unrequited love!au, friends to lovers!au}
pairing: park jimin x female reader genre: angst, fluff, comedy word count: 27k''
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Kim Taehyung
series:
charade- @ughcore ♾️Ω☻
'' “Why would you help me? What are you gonna get out of this?”
Taehyung looks you up and down, the humour twinkling in his eyes like the fairy lights he helped you hang above the TV. He tucks his hands into his armpits, assessing you for a few more moments that leave your skin hot and itchy. 
“It’ll be nice to see you out of those fuzzy slippers for once,”
The double entendre lacing his words is nothing new. The tingles in your stomach, however? Yeah, those are brand new.”
kth / fake dating + roommate au + fuckboy!taehyung
ongoing (35k) ''
maybe i do- @chateautae ♾️Ω☻
''➵ summary :  maybe you love each other, maybe you don’t. when a deal between your fathers leaves you forcefully wedding kim taehyung, arguably seoul’s most powerful CEO, you’re prepared for a loveless marriage of eternal regret and unhappiness. but maybe, it doesn’t turn out that way after all.
↳  part of the high-class series!
➵ pairing : taehyung x reader
➵ genre :  arranged marriage!au, ceo!tae, s2l!au, eventual smut, fluff, angst
➵ rating : 18+
➵ warnings : swearing, mentions of alcohol consumption, mentions of anxiety, mentions of confrontative violence (with other characters, not each other), lots of feels concerning forced marriage, a bad ex (reader’s), mentions of bad sexual experiences with ex (consensual, just bad sex), explicit sexual content, oral (m. and f. receiving), unprotected sex, penetrative sex (chapters have their own warnings!)''
A Story that we paint - @thedefinitionofbts ♾️Ω
''PAIRINGS: Jeon Jungkook x Reader | Kim Taehyung x Reader 
GENRE: College Au, Future, Scifi, Slight Fluff and Angst
WORDS: 9K (ch.1)
DESCRIPTION: Butterfly Dream: In which the lines between virtual and reality are blurred.''
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the universe of us. - @taesthetes ♾️Ω ¶
'' “I love you.” — “I know.”
pairing: jeon jungkook x reader | kim taehyung x reader genre: slight comedy, angst, fluff type: dream / fantasy / slice of life au word count: 21,112 words warnings: none''
you’re so concerned about the ending that you don’t even know the plot- @joonsgalaxy ♾️☼
''° yoongi x reader x taehyung
° 1.9 k words ° fluff/humor
🌟 you bring your broken laptop to Tae—the IT specialist—who you have a crush on. you drag your bff Yoongi along with you, who—you’re certain—has a crush on Tae too. what a mess, right? well, the thing is, you never even considered the possibility of your assumptions being totally wrong.''
stuck with you || [roommate!taehyung] - @jungshookz ♾️☼☻
''❥ pairing: kim taehyung x reader
❥ genre: university!au, enemies-to-lovers, fratboy!tae??, comedy that’ll either make you chuckle out loud or roll your eyes and snoRT or maybe u won’t laugh that’s cool too, domestic fluff because i want to go grocery shopping with tae toO (but also fluff in general!!), smutty smut so make sure to read this with your phone’s brightness lowered all the dang way, hi @ librarian!namjoon!!! fratboy!jungkook is also in here
❥ wordcount: 37k if ur reading this on mobile get rekt
❥ summary: kim taehyung becoming your new roommate is definitely up there on the list of the worst things that have ever happened to you.''
waterloo - @kinktae ♾️Ω☻¶
''Taehyung is a famous but pessimistic art prodigy who doesn’t believe in love. You are an art student studying in Paris, who sees the world through rose-colored lens and is a certified cheesy romance film enthusiast. And this is your love story.
Or, “Well, it is the city of love. Maybe you just need to fall in love.“
pairing: art prodigy!taehyung x art student!reader word count: 13k genre: FLUFF, angst, light tasteful smut''
falling in crayolove; (kindergartenteacher!taehyung) - @jungshookz ♾️
''✎ pairing: kim taehyung x reader
✎ genre: kindergartenteacher!au, workingman!au, F L U F F, tiny bit of angst at the start :-( but this is literally 98% fluff; y/n and taehyung are like two little kids with little crushes on each other
✎ trigger warning(s): implications of getting an abortion!!
✎ wordcount: 10.5k
✎ summary: y/n is a very single mom and taehyung is a very single kindergarten teacher. emma knows exactly what she needs to do.''
freefall - @jtrbluv ♾️☼☻
''summary: hearing banging noises outside your front door at 11 at night could mean one out of two things. one, you are seconds away from getting chopped up by an axe murderer. two, someone is purposefully being an inconsiderate asshole.
or three, a fratboy from delta phi who goes by the name of kim taehyung faceplants in front of your door amidst a high-stakes game of… hide and seek?
pairing: taehyung x reader
genre: fluff, smut (pretty tame tbh! cuz it’s my first time eek), comedy, college!au, fratboy!au
word count: 10k
warnings: RATED 18+, grinding, dryhumping, palming, mentions of drugs and alcohol (yk regular frat shit), swearing, taehyung is a gentleman fr tho my gawd with a big co-''
farmer boy, i love you - @strawberrynamjoon ♾️☼☻
''– Pairing: Taehyung x Reader
– Genre: farming!au, lowkey e2l, smut, humor & tons of nagging
– Word count: 35k
– Summary: Needing change in your life you decided it would be a brilliant idea to move to your uncle’s small farm, helping him and your cousin Jimin with the daily work. What you didn’t plan was to fall in love with your beautiful yet very annoying neighbour Taehyung, who seemed to make it his personal mission to tease you every chance he got. And what you expected even less was that he seemed to like you too.
– Warnings: includes smut, alcohol and mentions death of a father''
The Crown That Is Ours - @taeshobipop ♾️Ω☻
''pairing: Taehyung x Reader
genre: fluff, angst, smut, royalty!au, arranged marriage!au, crown prince!th, princess!reader, idiots to lovers
summary: You never wished for it, but it was inevitable — an arranged marriage to a royal stranger. The Crown Prince Kim Taehyung.
A year into your marriage and life still holds you firmly in its grip. How do you plan to steer through this mess when the public suddenly comes knocking at your door, pitchforks and torches in hand, threatening: “death to all who commit fraud!”
rating: 18+ sexual content.''
Rent-a-Boyfriend - @jimlingss ♾️
''Words: 12k
Genre: Extreme fluff for all you bitter people out there (me being included)
Are YOU lonely? Need someone to cuddle at night? Do you want love?
If you said 'yes' to any of the questions previously mentioned then we have a service for you!
Don't be alone for this Valentine's Day!
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(terms and conditions may apply. we are not responsible for any emotional or sentimental damages. please take caution with rent-a-boyfriend). ''
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Jeon Jungkook
series:
new girl - @jjkeverlast ♾️☼☻¶
''☞ summary after finding out your boyfriend of 6 years cheated on you, you find yourself moving in with three guys in a loft. what could possibly go wrong? – inspired by the FOX series New Girl.
☞ pairing jeon jungkook x female reader
☞ genre roommates!au, roommates to lovers, romantic comedy
☞ status completed!
☞ rated mature (+18)''
Her - @jungk0oksthighs ♾️Ω☻
''bestfriend!jungkook, tattooist!jungkook, F2L, fluff, smut, angst
“And even if you don’t feel the same, that’s okay – I’ll always be here for you.” ''
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like stars in a constellation - @taegills ♾️Ω ¶
''↬ meeting in reverse au
pairing: jeon jungkook | reader
genre: slight sci-fi, fluff, angst
word count: 20.9k
summary: And at midnight, as you sit there and contemplate how the two of you were like stars in a constellation, you watch the sky with bated breath. Because somehow, for the first time since you got caught up in all of this a year ago, it almost seems like the stars are finally spiraling backwards and time feels a little more still than ever before. And when you hear your name, you turn around so fast that the world stops spinning''
the universe of us. - @taesthetes ♾️Ω ¶
'' “I love you.” — “I know.”
pairing: jeon jungkook x reader | kim taehyung x reader genre: slight comedy, angst, fluff type: dream / fantasy / slice of life au word count: 21,112 words warnings: none''
tangled webs - @ughseoks ♾️Ω
''— pairing; spiderman!jungkook x reader
— genre/au; soulmate au / spiderman au / angst, fluff
— rating; pg15
— word count; 14.1k
— summary; Soulmates are tricky thing. Not everyone is lucky enough to have their destinies intertwined with their missing piece. Signs come in dreams for those fortunate souls; short bursts that are barely memorable when the sun rises. As for you? Flashes of red and blue are your only indicators to the identity of your other half.''
Hopping Mad for You - @readyplayerhobi ♾️☻
''; Rabbit Hybrid!Jungkook x Reader
; Genre: Fluff, smut
; Word Count: 9.7k
; Warnings: Unprotected sex, handjob, blowjob, virgin sex, virgin!Jungkook, pretty sub!Jungkook
; Synopsis: For two years you’ve lived with your rabbit hybrid roommate, Jungkook. He’s been a model roommate and you’ve found yourself with little complaints. But his behaviour lately has been a little…unusual.''
Devoted to Trouble - @jeonsweetpea ♾️Ω ☻ ☼
''Spider-Man!AU | Peter Parker!Jungkook x Reader
genre: fluff, smut, comedy, lil angst rating: explicit description: In which the whole world finds out Jungkook is Spider-Man, but he doesn’t care about anything but you. OR Can you survive seven days of Jungkook pining over you while his identity is exposed to the world? word count: 11.5k''
The Love Plaza - @mayolive-writes ♾️☻ ☼
''Pairing: Jungkook x AFAB Reader
Summary: Needing to take a break from the long trip to college, you and Jungkook are forced to stay at the only lodging available within 70 miles, a love motel. And much to Jungkook’s dismay, there’s only one bed.
Wordcount: 4102
Genre: Fluff, Comedy, Smut, Best Friends to lovers, Oneshot(?)''
the underwear thief - @gukyi ♾️☻
''summary: jeon jungkook would like to make one thing very clear: it’s not his fault.
{neighbors!au}
pairing: jungkook x female reader word count: 10k genre: fluff, smut''
1999 - @tattookoo ♾️Ω ☻ ☼
''summary: the year was 1999. boybands were wearing all-white outfits, everybody wanted an ibook or a tamagotchi, tlc didn’t want no scrubs, fight club was playing in movie theaters and you became jeon jungkook’s fake girlfriend in order to fix his reputation. 
pairing: campus royalty!jungkook x f reader 
genre: one shot, 90s au, college au, hockey au, childhood neighbors to friends to idiots to lovers, fake dating, fluff, crack, angst, smut  rating: 18+ 
word count: 17.9k''
tuesdays - @axialitae ♾️Ω
''tldr. you believe your very reserved, reclusive roommate jungkook is a peculiar boy who’s far too concerned with how you spend your tuesdays.
💭 prompt. “i don’t owe you an explanation.”
🤍 pairing. jungkook x f.reader.
🐻‍❄️ genre. non-idol au. pure domestic fluff. tiny angst. roomies + kinda dumb-dumbs to luvrs.
☁️ word count. 12.1k''
Tamped - @chimoona ♾️Ω ☻ ☼
''Pairing: Shop Owner!Reader x Barista!Jungkook/Switch!Jungkook/Baby Boy!Koo, Reader x Dom!Yoongi (for, like, a second) Genre: Smut, Fluff, Humor, Slow Burn, Mild Angst/Jealousy | Barista AU Word Count: 19.7K Rating: M (18+) Summary: You and your business partner/best friend Jin have struggled to find good help to run your coffee shop. Employee after employee, it just never worked out. However, Jungkook is determined to impress and deliver. He wants this more than ever, and it always feels good to want something. To need, well, that’s even better.''
(Right) Hook, Line, and Sinker - @blog-name-idk ♾️☻ ☼
''Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Fem Reader
Genre: College!AU, Roommate!AU, Fluff, Humor, Smut
Summary: Your horrible friends trick you into going to a haunted corn maze, where you inadvertently punch a zombie. Jungkook is, of course, in love.
Word Count: 12,353''
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OT7
series:
The Return of an Empress - @you-are-my-joy ♾️Ω ☻ ☼¶
''Status: Completed
Pairing: OT7 x Reader
Genre: Isekai, Angst, Romance, Fluff, Smut
Characters: Empress!Reader, Advisor!Jin, Advisor!Yoongi, General!Hoseok, Advisor!Namjoon, Assassin!Jimin, Knight!Taehyung, Knight!Jungkook
Summary: After one fateful night, you find yourself transmigrated into your favorite novel as the Empress that shares the same name as you. As a bookworm, most would think you’d be happy, but how could you be happy when the Empress you’ve become is expected to be killed in three months. The only thing on your mind now is to learn how to survive.
Warning: May contain depictions of violence and mentions of abuse throughout the story.
Total Word Count: 280,808''
mother knows best - @seokth ♾️☼ ¶
''pairing | ot7 x female reader (platonic), ot7 moms & female reader
summary | being the only woman in a friend group with seven men automatically makes you the love interest in seven mothers’ wistful romantic stories. though your relationship with the guys remains completely platonic, the marriage fantasy their moms frequently project onto you and their sons has them coming up with all sorts of shenanigans to make you their daughter-in-law. mother knows best, you suppose.
warnings | overbearing moms, attempts at humor, platonic, slice of life au''
The Flower Path - @stellalunatmblr ♾️Ω ¶
''Genre/Tags: isekai (kinda?), bangtan x fem!reader, not poly, oc!bestfriend, surprise romantic pairings; rom-com (romance as a subplot), slow burn (the slowest of burns holy moly i cannot stress this enough), fluff, angst (will update tags along the way)
Status: Ongoing [HOLD]
Summary: What would you feel if you find yourself transported to the world of a cheesy web novel? Ecstatic, of course (well, among other things), except you’re stuck being the main character’s best friend slash sidekick. Fair enough, you don’t think you’re main character material anyway. Determined to get through your life that has changed all of a sudden, you try to keep yourself in the shadows of your “best friend.” Let’s just try to get through the last year of high school in peace. You thought it was gonna be easy – like a walk in a flower path– but the thing about walking that road is that there are bound to be thorns along the way.
Inspired by the web novel and manhwa: Inso’s Law''
operation: love letters - @ve1vetyoongi ♾️Ω ¶
 ''Sign up for the Love Calculator today to find your perfect match?
➤ YES | NO
♡ …L O A D I N G…Y O U R…M A T C H E S… ♡
♡ ⇢ pairing: ot7 x reader.
♡ ⇢ wordcount: est 30k total.
♡ ⇢ genre: mystery, college!au, romance, fluff, eventual smut.
♡ ⇢ summary: When every student on campus is going crazy about a survey that claims to make true love bloom, your best friend manages to convince you to join in on the fun — except you’re disappointed to find out that your results just seem to be lost causes. That is until a love letter from a mysterious secret admirer turns up and you find yourself on a mission to find the person behind the pen — but you quickly realise it’s going to be a lot harder than you initially thought when you have 7 possible bachelors to investigate, right? Operation: Love Letters a-go!''
The Galaxy Above Us - @agustdakasuga ♾️Ω
''Genre: Gods!AU, Fantasy, Romance, Fluff
Pairing: OT7 x Reader
Characters: Normal!Reader, God of Wisdom!Namjoon, God of Life!Seokjin, God of the Moon!Yoongi, God of Festivity!Hoseok, God of the Sun!Jimin, God of Nature!Taehyung, God of Arts!Jungkook
Summary: Just when you thought that you life was at its end, you were ready to disappear but a door appears in front of you. Above you was the milky way and awaiting you were the celestial beings that waited their whole lives for you. To show the galaxy that was made for you.''
Everything Falls (Into Place) - @blog-name-idk ♾️☻ ☼
''Pairing: OT7 x Fem Reader
Genre: College!AU, Roommate!AU, Fluff, Humor, Smut
Summary: Your new roommates are unbearably nice and unbearably hot. Good thing you're an adult who is fully capable of platonic friendships with the opposite sex, right?
Word Count: 90,211
Rating: 18+''
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until the last star falls - @minniepetals ♾️Ω ¶
''— summary: it was a love you knew would never make it out alive without sacrificing a part of your happiness to receive a greater happiness. but for them, you’d go to any extreme to have them again, and for you, they will always remind you each day that you are theirs and that nothing can tear you apart, not even until the last star falls.
— pairing: underworld lords!bts × shield!reader
— genre: fluff, angst / reincarnation!au / poly!au / gods!au
— word count: 44.4k ”
Spooked - @alpacaparkaseok ♾️☼
''Pairing:best friend!BTS, maybe some secret crushes going on? 👀
Premise: You + all 7 members of BTS visiting a haunted house. What could go wrong?
So, so much.
Word Count: 4k''
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frieschan · 11 months
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bangtan with an idol gf // bts hcs
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➳ member/s featured: kim namjoon, kim seokjin, min yoongi, jung hoseok, park jimin, kim taehyung, jeon jungkook x f! reader (separate)
➳ unrequested | headcanons // fluff/crack
➳ TW:
➳ summary: how would our bangtan boys be like with a girlfriend who is a fellow idol?
➳ AN: decided for a small break between workin' on querencia, if you have the time, pls check it out here! its a hybrid ot7 x m reader fic :) i hope more ppl would like it since its mainly my first time to create a full story.
➳ extra info: y/n's filler name will be yona as an abbreviation from 'your name' (yona), she is also around the age as vmin except older than the V
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—KIM NAMJOON ; rap monster !
-ˋˏ ღ shipname: yojoon
-ˋˏ ღ library dates are a must, or even a hole in the wall cafe/library
-ˋˏ ღ listening to him ramble about a new book he read because he's ur baby
-ˋˏ ღ having plant kids that the both of u post about
-ˋˏ ღ you usually have to drive for him or the two of you bike to your destination, a few fans catching the two of you
-ˋˏ ღ he loves writing lyrics or poems about or for you, actually some of his songs are about you
-ˋˏ ღ cleaning after him was part of your resume in becoming his girlfriend.
-ˋˏ ღ he's broken so much shit in your house it's not even funny
-ˋˏ ღ he's your clumsy little boy
-ˋˏ ღ he also has rizz. very good rizz
-ˋˏ ღ always knowing when you're nervous around him with that fat brain of his (smart boy also)
-ˋˏ ღ he always gets so strained as a leader of the biggest kpop group and then having to translate for his brothers, he ends up just collapsing to you and sleeping for a while to recharge his battery
-ˋˏ ღ sometimes you think about the time he brought his bike inside his producing room
-ˋˏ ღ "jagi that's not a good idea-"
-ˋˏ ღ "army needs to see my bike!"
-ˋˏ ღ sometimes he doesnt even understand his strength cuz one time when you were on his favorite spot on the couch, he picked you up so fast
-ˋˏ ღ HIS FACE WAS SO SHOCKED
-ˋˏ ღ "YAH! WHY'D YOU DO THAT?"
-ˋˏ ღ "Why are you so light? Are you sure you're eating enough?"
-ˋˏ ღ "DID YOU FORGET YOU GO TO THE GYM ALMOST EVERYDAY?"
-ˋˏ ღ you and bts work together on babysitting namjoon always
-ˋˏ ღ you also know about the fact he watches porn.. a lot
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—KIM SEOKJIN ; jin !
-ˋˏ ღ shipname: jinna
-ˋˏ ღ you two are such a handful oh my god
-ˋˏ ღ even though he's the oldest, he acts like a baby with you and whines about everything
-ˋˏ ღ but then he can also baby you
-ˋˏ ღ he loves feeding you food or cooking with you on camera
-ˋˏ ღ He has 'Eat Jin' while you have 'Cook Yona' which is honestly really cute omg
-ˋˏ ღ whatever you cooked on Cook Yona, Jin would mukbang it in Eat Jin, sometimes he even shared! (barely)
-ˋˏ ღ you honestly love trying to fatten him up cause he's a sucker for food
-ˋˏ ღ usually once you guys are full, it's either you start cleaning and he starts gaming or other way around
-ˋˏ ღ one of your cute habits is whenever his break cheeks show up, you pinch them a lot
-ˋˏ ღ also he scolds (raps) you like every other member
-ˋˏ ღ you were with that one cooking episode where jungkook and taehyung were cooking, you felt so bad for them but it was hilarious to watch
-ˋˏ ღ whenever he games, you always make little snacks for him because you know he gets really mad at the game but its even worse when hes on an empty stomach (you dont want his yelling to disturb your sugar gliders)
-ˋˏ ღ you like to have jungkook over sometimes so he can play with jin since you THOUGHT that would make him yell less (no the yelling doubled.)
-ˋˏ ღ you recorded the two of them playing together and caught jin smacking jungkook for snatching his food (IT WAS FOR THE BOTH OF THEM.)
-ˋˏ ღ just dance nights are very common for the two of you after that one in the soop episode
-ˋˏ ღ fishing dates are suddenly also a thing now because he said so
-ˋˏ ღ his dad jokes make you sob on the inside, but then again the boys think of you as their mom since you worry your head off like one
-ˋˏ ღ "JAGI, IS KOOKIE OKAY?!"
-ˋˏ ღ "that brat is fine, he does dumb stuff a lot"
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—MIN YOONGI ; suga !
-ˋˏ ღ shipname: yoona
-ˋˏ ღ to start this off, you bullied yoongi with the others.
-ˋˏ ღ BUT ITS REALLY FUNNY BECAUSE HIS REACTIONS ARE HYSTERICAL
-ˋˏ ღ YooNa moments are really hard to catch on camera, because yoongi has a preference on keeping a lot of your vulnerable moments private but when they do come up, THEY'RE ALWAYS LIKE A KDRAMA
-ˋˏ ღ there was this one scenario, both of your kpop groups were attending an event and were sat next to eachother (totally not on purpose uhuh)
-ˋˏ ღ the thing was, your company failed to think that your outfit wouldn't give you enough warmth, and the even was out in the open so you were freezing to death (BRUH)
-ˋˏ ღ and yoongles was kind enough to shrug off his coat and put it over your shoulders
-ˋˏ ღ he got rewarded with a kiss in private :)
-ˋˏ ღ whenever he has birthday lives, you're always there with him or well- you're in every live he has
-ˋˏ ღ he was wearing some goofy shades and a party hat while you were just watching
-ˋˏ ღ "you look like a clown, pabo (fool)"
-ˋˏ ღ "someone doesn't want cake"
-ˋˏ ღ you both glared at eachother after, even though you couldn't even see his eyes
-ˋˏ ღ the armies were just laughing their asses off in the chat
-ˋˏ ღ anyway, you honestly love his gummy little smile or the way he's an old man in a young body
-ˋˏ ღ your relationship reflects that statement, the both of you prefer being traditional most of the time
-ˋˏ ღ sure he loves watching movies for hours and taking a nap, but nothing would ever beat just watching the moon together
-ˋˏ ღ when he was nervous about releasing his first album, you were with him every step of the way! the production of music, drafting of ideas, the photoshoots
-ˋˏ ღ when you were gone for months on end because of a tour and press conference across the world, yoongi was absolutely depressed
-ˋˏ ღ he ended up releasing his frustration through music specifically, so far away that featured Suran
-ˋˏ ღ when you listened to it, your heart honestly shattered
-ˋˏ ღ that day, you promised yourself that you would always be with Yoongi, you will never be far from him for over 2 months, it was what made your relationship grow so much
-ˋˏ ღ you had seen every side of him, the raw energy of agustD, the creative and sweet Suga, then the truthful and reflecting Min Yoongi
-ˋˏ ღ and he had seen every part of you, Yona's love for her fans, and Y/N's truth
-ˋˏ ღ the both of you are absolutely in love, soulmates even
-ˋˏ ღ everyone is convinced that the two of you were made for eachother
-ˋˏ ღ OKAY BACK TO CRACK
-ˋˏ ღ the both of you love arguing with eachother as a joke and he just starts being a baby
-ˋˏ ღ you remember the one time you stole his last tangerine and he was so upset (not really but he wanted to be petty) that he THEN finished all the ice cream in your freezer
-ˋˏ ღ yes you ranted about this to your fans and yoongi heard, so he just walked up to you and started clinging onto you to annoy you
-ˋˏ ღ "YAH! Get off you man-child!"
-ˋˏ ღ "What if I say no"
-ˋˏ ღ "god!"
-ˋˏ ღ "Yes?"
-ˋˏ ღ you hated him being such a smart ass too but like it's okay i guess....
-ˋˏ ღ one time you slapped cat ears on his head and he was just flabbergasted while staring at you
-ˋˏ ღ (you snapped pics so fast and sent them to the guys)
-ˋˏ ღ ANYWAY you bullied him by constantly calling him cute and whatever (maybe even ahjussi)
-ˋˏ ღ ok but then he calls you a grandma too
-ˋˏ ღ sitting on his lap or on his sofa while he produces music is really calming for u
-ˋˏ ღ just baskin in eachothers presence <3
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—JUNG HOSEOK ; j-hope !
-ˋˏ ღ shipname: yo-hope
-ˋˏ ღ he's your sunshine and you're his moon omg
-ˋˏ ღ it was such a 'sunshine and the moon that protects it' trope and the fans loved it
-ˋˏ ღ hobi was always there to cheer you up after a really stressful day at work and you loved him so much for it
-ˋˏ ღ it was absolutely amazing to come home to him after a bad day since he knew what to do to cheer u up and make u happyyy
-ˋˏ ღ when some antis were hating him, you couldn't care less if you had gotten backlash, you defended him in every way you could
-ˋˏ ღ at this point, hobi was all you could ever care about since the two of you had supported one another since day one
-ˋˏ ღ when you two announced the two of you were together, the positivity that came out was overwhelming and the both of you were absolutely overjoyed with it
-ˋˏ ღ yo-hope was one of the favorite ships in the k-pop community because of the contrast between the two of you
-ˋˏ ღ you were actually the one that got hobi to start doing lives again!!! you always encouraged him and made sure he heard the things youd end your live on
-ˋˏ ღ "Okay guys, if Hobi ever goes on live, please show him as much support and love you can! for me!"
-ˋˏ ღ and on hobi's first live, you were there and made sure to check if some of your fans had actually showed support and sure enough, it was full of usernames that were referencing your kpop group
-ˋˏ ღ you and hobi are almost inseparable unless absolutely necessary because whenever you arent around, sweet boy feels so incomplete
-ˋˏ ღ there are like hundreds of compilations of Yo-Hope moments, a lot of the time you would just walk up to hobi and cling on him cause you need your charger
-ˋˏ ღ HIS JOY IS YOUR JOY
-ˋˏ ღ You love watching the boys kinda just grab hobi and hug him too, cuz he really is bangtan's sunshine
-ˋˏ ღ when the maknaes mess around with hobi, you swear hobi should be in the maknae line
-ˋˏ ღ whenever hobi is about to collapse laughing, you always catch him while laughing yourself (you cant deny it, there are 10 minute compilations of it)
-ˋˏ ღ you know when he has his moments when he's really stressed and down, overthinking about a lot, but you're always there to keep him up
-ˋˏ ღ you'll always be his moon, his partner, his soulmate :)
-ˋˏ ღ okay not going to lie, you and yoongi have beef over who gets jhope more (literally glaring at eachother from across the room)
-ˋˏ ღ it's okay though! the both of u decided to glare at anyone who messes with hobi
-ˋˏ ღ (i'm totally not buttering u guys up bcuz jimin's hcs r so funny)
-ˋˏ ღ Jack in the Box was a wild experience for you, Jay was a whole other entity when you watched him perform
-ˋˏ ღ hobi wanted to show armies that he wasn't all smiles and that he also struggled, YOU WERE ALL FOR IT!!!!
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—PARK JIMIN ; jimin !
-ˋˏ ღ shipname: yomin
-ˋˏ ღ jimin.. the punching bag of bangtan for the amount of funny and embarrassing stuns he has pulled
-ˋˏ ღ the both of you are such lover girl x lover boy though
-ˋˏ ღ jimin could care less about the cameras around, he wants his baby!! the editors can deal with cutting it out!!!!
-ˋˏ ღ he loves to just like.. snatch you away from everyone and like keep you on his lap
-ˋˏ ღ "jimin, can I get off-"
-ˋˏ ღ "No"
-ˋˏ ღ In terms of man child-ness, he and taehyung are verrryyy close
-ˋˏ ღ sometimes the three of you hangout, taehyung ends up being like the sibling you bring around while you and your s/o go out and buying the kid so much food
-ˋˏ ღ at this point, you don't know if taehyung comes for the food or for the companionship BUT ANYWAY back to jimin
-ˋˏ ღ you and jimin act like such a married couple (hes totally not planning to propose uhuh mhm yessir on god)
-ˋˏ ღ the two of you bicker and then end up having a whole kdrama scene and I think the other BTS members are really tired of it but who cares you two love eachother
-ˋˏ ღ the way you two guys met was the funniest part
-ˋˏ ღ you and him were hosting together, and while interviewing someone at a table and sitting down, jimin immediately fell down on live
-ˋˏ ღ you were fighting for your life to not laugh while the interviewee was just there flabbergasted
-ˋˏ ღ that's how you two became such a lover girl and lover boy couple
-ˋˏ ღ when his new album came out, he absolutely demanded you would make a cameo in the 'Like Crazy' mv and you ended up in it
-ˋˏ ღ so now you're in the theories for the music video but like it's okay cause they're entertaining
-ˋˏ ღ jimin probably reads fanfics of YoMin and he loves to be shameless about it when he's with you.. what a brat
-ˋˏ ღ speaking about brat, he has such an attitude sometimes oh my god
-ˋˏ ღ out of everyone, he also has such a strong satoori and it's funny and scary at the same time
-ˋˏ ღ HE SOUNDS SO CONDESCENDING- he loves using it when a guy tries harrassing you while the both of you are out
-ˋˏ ღ You know that one video with Taehyung and Jimin together, and Jimin starts threatening you in Satoori? Yeah imagine that 💀
-ˋˏ ღ he's so mean sometimes too I swear- he loves teasing and bullying you
-ˋˏ ღ In the name of your stans, you will beat Jimin up one day, just not today
-ˋˏ ღ when the both of you are live and you find yourself without your indoor slippers he's yelling at you like:
-ˋˏ ღ "WEAR YOUR SLIPPERS PROPERLY"
-ˋˏ ღ "URUSAI (SHUT UP IN JAPANESE FOR SOME REASON?)"
-ˋˏ ღ The armies and stans were just watching this happen like it was normal. They're all used to how you and Jimin are like when the two of you are together
-ˋˏ ღ They saw you smack jimin and then Jimin stared at the camera with his mouth agape
-ˋˏ ღ "ARMYYY SHE JUST HIT ME"
-ˋˏ ღ and then the messages were like "BEAT HIM UP Y/N" "GO OFF QUEEN" "MOREEEEEE 🤾🏻‍♀️🤾🏻‍♀️" "let her COOK"
-ˋˏ ღ and suddenly jimin was lying down on the floor while you scrolled on your phone
-ˋˏ ღ yeah you made him beg for forgiveness
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—KIM TAEHYUNG ; V !
-ˋˏ ღ shipname: taena
-ˋˏ ღ "tan-ahh don't keep Y/N all to yourself!!"
-ˋˏ ღ you were yeontan's momma ever since you and taehyung got together and it was obvious who was tannie's favorite
-ˋˏ ღ you loved to take pictures with yeontan and post it on social media, showing the world the adorable teacup pom with his popular momma! all with taehyung's permission of course
-ˋˏ ღ in one of taehyung's very much rare lives, the three of you were in bed with acoustic music playing in the back
-ˋˏ ღ though the live was very short, armies could fully see the love and admiration taehyung had for you
-ˋˏ ღ actually- he even decided to kiss you in front of the cam 😭
-ˋˏ ღ the next day, the clip was all over social media, taehyung personally thinking they're just overreacting about the whole ordeal like he's not one of the most powerful men in Korea 💀💀
-ˋˏ ღ but tae is your baby tbh (he's the goofy little dork in the relationship and you have to take care of him)
-ˋˏ ღ taehyung has this one cute habit where if he goes on live, he HAS to talk about your idol career or you in general at least.. like three times
-ˋˏ ღ everyone needs to know the beauty of Korea is his of course!!
-ˋˏ ღ you honestly love listening to his deep husky voice in their songs.. you love all of them but nothing beats taehyung's solo songs for you (they are in your everyday playlist)
-ˋˏ ღ the both of you love to wear matching outfits when you have to go out, and the fans go wild for it!
-ˋˏ ღ I swear to god you've seen a shirt with a picture of u and taehyung matching on it 😭
-ˋˏ ღ whenever your schedules let you, the three of you like to go out in the early morning to walk around the empty streets of seoul like a little family
-ˋˏ ღ this doesnt stop taehyung from wanting 3-5 kids in the future though
-ˋˏ ღ you and taehyung absolutely value time together since the both of you are constantly doing someone with their idol career, but at the end of the day
-ˋˏ ღ the both of you still lay in the same bed just admiring eachother
-ˋˏ ღ taehyung maybe locking yeontan out of the room if he was feeling a bit frisky that night
-ˋˏ ღ but anyway, this little dork loves showing you the random stuff he buys and it's honestly concerning and funny at the same time
-ˋˏ ღ and he's so freaking blunt about it omfg
-ˋˏ ღ "look at that chair with an ass on it" "tae, jagi, what the fu-"
-ˋˏ ღ AND THE HAS LIKE 10 RAMEN COOKERS IN HIS HOUSE HELP SAVE Y/N
-ˋˏ ღ even then, he still wants you to cook for him cause he's a lil baby that can't take care of himself omg
-ˋˏ ღ taehyung loves to abuse his tata mic face on you and it makes it so hard to say no to him, the situation goes like:
-ˋˏ ღ "Jagi, I want a bread maker"
-ˋˏ ღ "Tae, no, why in the name of Bang-PD would we need a bread maker??"
-ˋˏ ღ *tata mic face*
-ˋˏ ღ "oh my god- you are such a baby, fine ugh"
-ˋˏ ღ tae also has this one habit of like making up his own language or something, and the fact that you've spent years with him and as his soulmate, you are his translator alongside Suga
-ˋˏ ღ you find it absolutely endearing and adorable though
-ˋˏ ღ you know how taehyung is blunt yeah? he has said with a straight face before the following:
-ˋˏ ღ "If this idol thing doesn't work out for us, we should become a farm family and have an army of 5 kids and then an army of chickens to attack jimin-shi when he visits us"
-ˋˏ ღ lord have mercy on Y/N- WAIT 5 KIDS? 💀
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—JEON JUNGKOOK ; jungkook !
-ˋˏ ღ shipname: yokook
-ˋˏ ღ the only thing he likes about the two of you being idols is that the both of you have a gigantic privilege
-ˋˏ ღ he absolutely hates the fact that the two of you lack privacy and the hate that comes from some 'army' (bruh)
-ˋˏ ღ other than that, he still is absolutely in love with you, full of adoration in his adorable doe eyes
-ˋˏ ღ you know how he's the ambassador of Calvin Klein? You're also an ambassador so CK decided a couple shoot with the both of you would be good coverage for them
-ˋˏ ღ another pro about the couple shoot is that you can make it clear to your fans that the both of you are very much devoted to each other
-ˋˏ ღ weekly training together is a must! an absolute must!!! or else kookie will get sulky and sad for the rest of the week and cry to bam or something
-ˋˏ ღ on one of his late night lives, you had walked into the room while he was talking to army, he had the galaxy doohickey on and a candle next to him
-ˋˏ ღ "hi tokki" you greeted him with a soft smile
-ˋˏ ღ "noona!" he immediately took his attention off the chat to walk to you and give you a kiss
-ˋˏ ღ the army were going crazy in chat with "YOKOOK!!" "MY SHIP SAILED" "Love to YoKook from ___!! <3"
-ˋˏ ღ after the small kiss the both of you sat on the couch and you greet the army with a wave and lazy grin
-ˋˏ ღ you and jungkook made some small talk while some music played on the tv, you could only assume that he was doing some karaoke before you got home
-ˋˏ ღ while the two of you talked, you caught a glimpse from chat that includes "Kookie looks so inlove with her🥺🥺", "He grew up so fast and now he has an amazing gf 😭", "His eyes tell so much!!!!"
-ˋˏ ღ the smile that appeared on your face couldn't be contained, the moment jungkook saw your smile, he turned to look at the source and he couldn't help but smile himself at all the comments
-ˋˏ ღ "Thank you for all the support, Army. I'll always hold Army, BTS, and Y/N close to my heart"
-ˋˏ ღ honestly you made him pull out the slight busan accent (its so hot bruh wtf the little sigh at the end) and you loved the way it sounded
-ˋˏ ღ You went to go do a quick errand in your shared bedroom so you left Kook alone in the living room to do whatever he was doing
-ˋˏ ღ what you came back to was absolutely adorable and hilarious.
-ˋˏ ღ you saw a kookie in slumber, a chat going wild the moment they saw you, and the candle still burning.
-ˋˏ ღ you laughed as you read some of the comments from chat and blew out the candle, you bid army farewell with a promise that you will take care of the golden maknae
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RECOMMENDED BTS FICS OF SEPTEMBER 2023💖
hello, hello! here are my bts recs of september! hopefully these beautiful stories get more recognition as well as the writers 💝
** anything in parentheses and bolded are my thoughts that can be disregarded if needed **
🔞smut || 💔angst || 💕fluff || ✅completed || 🔄ongoing || 💯favorite
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Head Over Skates || @mercurygguk🔞💔🔄
↳ in which jeon jungkook is the captain of the hockey team and one of the biggest fuckboys on campus. you hate his guts and he knows it – that's why he's more than determined to make the most of three weeks of project work. you're convinced it's going to be the end of you.
My Heart Did || @aseaofyoongi🔞💔✅
↳ as soon as senior years comes to an end a lot of teens shed who we were and strive to be flourish into a more polished version of themselves. although, broken hearts aren’t so quick to heal what happens when thoughts reveal all we need to know?
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Bad Idea || @back2bluesidex🔞💕✅
↳ Accepting Jungkook's invitation to watch him train topless was such a bad idea.
Don't Tell Me That... You Forgot || @sweetiestokkie💕✅
↳ (short summary that i have come up with since there wasnt one, but oc plans a secret birthday for jk. so we have a lil ol angy jjk.)
Just The Tip? || @joon4eva🔞💕✅
↳ you and namjoon are left alone together for a little too long. or: in your childhood home, you learn just how much is really "just the tip" with namjoon.
My Flower || @i-am-baechu💕✅💯
↳ Men don’t get enough flowers. That’s why whenever it’s Namjoon’s birthday, Y/N always sends flowers (someone please get me a boo so that i can give them flowers.)
Socks || @hisunshiine💕✅
↳ (theres no summary but if we talking about socks, his god dam toe socks lives in my mind rent free and i need it to start paying rent.)
Take Care Of You || @kookslastbutton🔞💕💔✅💯💯
↳ To keep your fiance from burning out you suggest a weekend getaway to Gapyeong, a charming town about an hour outside Seoul. You've specifically asked him to leave his work equipment at home but like a deep rooted habit, he still brings it with him. You're left with no choice but to find a way to get his attention back.
When I Say Forever || @kookslastbutton🔞💕✅💯
↳ Today’s your wedding day and the slightly shy yet handsome, doe-eyed stranger who chased after you when you dropped your wallet on the street three years ago just happens to be the man standing before you today.
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7 Hybrids Moved In With Me || @lillsisamarshmallow💕💔🔄
↳ When the dog hybrid who visits her bakery starts taking extra food Y/N follows it through the alleys to find out why, but what happens when she stumbles upon an empty alley only to find 6 more hybrids and some very familiar pastries?
Entangled || @caelesjjk🔞✅💯
↳ Jeon Jungkook is Spider-Man.
Hold Me Together || @casuallyimagining💕🔄💯
↳ a collection of drabbles and headcanons featuring seokjin, yoongi, and namjoon and their significant others.... all of whom have chronic illnesses. each piece can be read on its own or as part of a series.
Leaked || @btsficsandsuch💕💔✅
↳ Req by OP's Followers: Hi ,I love your writing so much . Can I request a ot7 × platonic fem reader where they became friends accidentally and she is also their fan but something happens like a misunderstanding of sorts and she is blamed or something then when the truth comes out they ask for her forgiveness but don't make her forgive them easily also include an accident in between story if you can. Sorry if it's too confusing .have a good day
Stars Around My Scars || @vanteggukie💕💔🔄
↳ people are not always what they seem. you learned that the hard way, when you caught your boyfriend cheating, the night that was supposed to be one of the best ones you ever experienced. but on the same night you also learned that in everything bad, there’s always a little bit of good.
Rainy Days || @rklve🔞💕💔✅💯💯
↳ your life choices left not only yours, but jungkook's heart broken in peaces. now you're back in town, and just like pluto, even if it's cold and dark, he tends to orbit around his sun forever.
Taste Of His Own Medicine || @btsficsandsuch💔✅💯
↳ You suddenly have to leave to go back to your home country for a few months. Yoongi decides to ignore you so you decide to show him how it feels when he realizes you’re gone.
The Back Up Plan || @btsgotjams27💕✅💯
↳ one drunken night leads to an agreement that if you and jungkook are still single by 30, you'd marry each other. the only thing is jungkook has been doing everything he can to keep you single.
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Aphrodite In War || @jungblue🔞💕💔🔄
↳ Everyone knew about the war that had been brewing on the edge of campus for the past two years. Sorority versus Fraternity; a showdown for the ages. However, when the escalating antics between them yields the consequence of possible suspensions for both chapters, the presidents of each house must come together to try and figure out how to end this battle… Which is kind of hard, considering they were the ones responsible for it in the first place.
Basic Needs || @gggukniverse🔞✅💯
↳ missing sex while being stuck in your apartment with your two roommates during quarantine is being the worst nightmare you could've imagined. fortunately, you're not the only one who's touch starved.
Safety Net || @pradaksj🔞💕💔✅
↳ on new year’s eve, you and jungkook reflect on each other’s entire year together. 
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Heart-On || @junghelioseok🔞✅💯💯
↳ your one-night stand definitely isn’t relationship material, but maybe—just maybe—your manager’s son is. (this is part of their serendipity series, make note that its not connected. do check out their jjk fic thats part of this series!!)
Territorial || @bonny-kookoo🔞💕🔄
↳ Who would've known that the big bad wolf isn't actually all that bad?
Do check out all of the other BTS Fics that i have reblogged as well!!
** if there is any fics that you guys would like to recommend, please do! i am slowly running out of fics to read **
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Writer / Craftist / Music Enthusiast /
ATEEZ / Stray Kids / Seventeen / BTS / MAMAMOO / TXT / KARD
Naruto / Black Clover / Demon Slayer / Tokyo Revengers / Jujutsu Kaisen / Hikyuu / Attack on Titan / My Hero Academia
Ko-Fi : kkallyya
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Welcome to my main Masterlist!
This is where you can find any and all of fan fictions. They range from all kinds of fandoms. I even have a few more in the works! These are my most popular ones so far. Some are complete and some are still on-going. Be sure to give them well deserved likes!
NSFW will be posted here as well. They will be labeled. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. Please be mindful. It is appreciated.
Request: Open
I am taking requests should you want one. My requests are currently open! I am open to a large number of fandoms and if I have no clue what it is you are in I will either try my best to write the story you want or just tell you I am not in said fandom.
Please keep in mind that I write either OC or reader stories. If you want to see your OC in the story feel free to tell me all about them! I love hearing them. If not you can request xreader.
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FICS
OUTLAW
ATEEZ poly!ot8 x Reader (ongoing) ✨ Wild west!au , non-idol!au
Stay Alive
BTS poly!ot7 x Reader (ongoing) ✨ magical creatures!au , non-idol!au
1K Followers / Tarot Card Event
Stray Kids, ATEEZ, Together x Tomorrow x Readers ✨ For my 1k followers event! , all kinds of AUs, smut, fluff, angst, Tarot Card reading along with a story!
2K Followers / Disney Prince Event
ATEEZ ✨ For my 2k followers event!, Disney Princess stories retold by me, fluff mostly, different AUs, plot twists,
IMAGINES
The Thoughts of a Lover ✨ (Yungi Soulmate!AU) NSFW (mdni), soulamte au, mxm,
This Isn’t Grey’s Anatomy’s ✨ (Seungmin x Reader) NSFW (mdni), idol!au , hospital!au ,
Greed ✨ (ATEEZ OT8 x Reader) NSFW (mdni) fallen angel!au, church!au, Secret Santa Event, non-idol!au,
Kiss A Girl ✨ (Bang Chan x Reader) Idol!au, foreigner!reader
Who's Your Daddy? ✨ (Yunho x Reader) NSFW (mdni), Idol!au, Give Me Some Sugar Event,
BDE ✨ (WooSanSang) NSFW (mdni), idol!au, background Poly ATEEZ!au, foursome,
Twin Flames✨ (Seonghwa x Reader) Vampire!Seognhwa, Original Story, Secret Admirer Event, Witch!Reader
Affiliated Networks
@cultofdionysusnet ✨ Specializes in: ATEEZ, TXT, Stray Kids
@pirateeznet ✨ Specializes in: ATEEZ
@wonderlandnet ✨ Specializes in: ATEEZ
@cromernet ✨ Specializes in: ATEEZ
@skzstarnet ✨ Specializes in: Stray Kids
@k-vanity ✨ Specializes in: K-pop Groups
@monsterfvckersunited ✨ Specializes in: Monster K-pop Stories
@k-labels ✨ Specializes in: K-pop Groups
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Righteous
Reiner Braun x Reader ✨ Soulmate!au , Season 4 : Episode 3 spoilers, short story
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IMAGINES
Gaara x Gn!Reader ✨ Gaara thinks about a family now that he has Shinki
Tomioka Giyuu x Ubayashiki!Reader ✨ alpha/beta/omega!au ,
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Masterlist
Hi, I’m going to start a masterlist so you can find my fics easily!
Have fun getting lost in everything on here!
BTS ot7:
Life Goes On series:
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Here is a collection of fanfics that all take place in the same universe, with all the members falling in love one after the other. 
☆summary: Being the biggest boy band in the world can make it hard to find love. But in time, everyone finds the one that they were meant to find, the person that was forever theirs to begin with. Even the Bangtan boys aren’t an exception to that most simple rule of the universe, as they fall in love in the most unexpected places 
☆rating: 18+
☆genre: snippets of life, idol!au
☆ series masterpost
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Min Yoongi and Jeon Jungkook:
Sinful Lust
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☆summary: in an attempt to spice up your bedroom life with your boyfriend Min Yoongi, you suggest bringing another man into the action. Yoongi seems reluctant at first, but when you mention his friend Jeon Jungkook, he can’t deny his attraction. All that’s left to do is to convince Jungkook into participating...
☆rating: 18+
☆genre:  3some!au, slife of life!au, smut, angst
➳ series masterpost
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Jeon Jungkook
The Forgotten Spaces
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☆summary: you've been dancing on the same dance crew since your teenage years, and you finally have an important role in it. It feels like life is taunting you when your rival comes back after disappearing for a year, ready to tease you every chance he gets. Will the teasing turn into more, or are you going to take him down with you?
☆rating: 18+
☆genre: slow (SLOW) burn enemies to lovers, college!au, slice of life!au, angst (oop), smut and fluff
➳ series masterpost
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When the End Comes (The Forgotten Spaces sequel)
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☆summary: Seven years after you've started dating Jungkook, long distance creates a wedge in your relationship. When the only solution seems to be breaking up, you go your separate ways even though love still lives in the two of you. Will you find a way back together, or has the end come for you and Jeon Jungkook?
☆rating: 18+ (minors DNI, every chapter contains mature content)
☆genre: breakup!au, slice of life!au, angst with a big A, smut
➳ series masterpost
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November Sun
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☆summary: whenever he breaks, the november sun shines on him. and jungkook chases you across the sky - but you've gone some place he can't reach you now.
☆rating: 18+ (minors DNI, it deals with heavy themes)
☆genre: grief au/funeral au?, exes au, angst
➳ Complete fic here! please read the warnings before reading this fic.
To Give A Helping Hand
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☆summary: you're a fan, untouchable, yet Jungkook finds he's far too attracted to you.
☆rating: 18+ (minors DNI, this is pure smut)
☆genre: smut, idol!au
➳ Part one here!
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1k followers celebration drabbles
Jeon Jungkook:
☆What’s wrong?
☆The Bane of Your Existence
☆The Coincidence of Fate
☆Let Me Kiss Your Mom
☆Happy Birthday
Min Yoongi:
☆The Worst Coworker You’ve Ever Had
Jeong Hoseok:
☆Two Hundred and Nineteen Days
Kim Namjoon:
☆Can I Ask you a Question?
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Stray Kids
For you series:
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Here is a collection of fanfics that all take place in the same universe.
☆summary: being idols is a busy work, especially as one of the most requested group out there. Will the members find time to discover about love and feelings, or will they focus on work until they are at the top of their art?
☆rating: 18+
☆genre: snippets of life, idol!au
Hwang Hyunjin: Always been you
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☆summary:  when two estranged best friends meet again at their friends' wedding, an old spark reignites. You swear to yourself that you won't fall for Hyunjin again, until alcohol blurs the line between you two. Is it your fault if you find yourself drowning in the familiarity that is him?
☆genre: best friends to strangers to lovers, idol!au; fluff, some slight angst
☆warnings: mention of cheating, Hyunjin be a ghost, alcohol consumption
➳ Teaser: Coming soon!
➳ Complete fic: Coming soon!
Han Jisung: unnamed
☆genre: gaming friends to lovers, idol!au
Coming soon!
Lee Minho: unnamed
☆genre: jyp trainees to friends to lovers, idol!au
Coming soon!
Bang Christopher Chan: unnamed
☆genre: friend of a friend to lovers, idol!au
Coming soon!
Kim Seungmin: unnamed
☆genre: yet to discover, idol!au
Coming soon!
Seo Changbin: unnamed
☆genre: gym buddies to lovers, idol!au
Coming soon!
Lee Felix: unnamed
☆genre: family friends to lovers, idol!au
Coming soon!
Yang Jeongin: unnamed
☆genre:  yet to discover, idol!au
Coming soon!
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Ateez:
Love is a Laserquest - Choi San
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☆summary: years after your break-up, Choi San comes to you for help. In an attempt to save his life, you escape to your uncle's cabin in the woods far from civilization. Will nostalgia and longing make you fall again, or is Choi San just spinning more lies to you?
☆genre: gangster au, exes au, angst, smut, a smidge of the one bed trope
☆warnings: guns/gun violence (mentioned), knifes/stabbing (mentioned), a bounty over San's head, death of a minor character (named Jungkook my bad), blood, injuries, stitches, probably some wrong medical terminology bc optometrists don't stitch up people lmao, a panic attack, cursing, pet names, explicit content: oral sex (female receiving), face riding
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ok so ot7 (namjoon centered) x fem!chubby!reader (because this is totally not self indulgent)
(lowercase on purpose)
reader is an artist and posts mural concepts based off kpop bands and someone in BTS’ staff finds out she made one for them and hires the reader to actually paint that mural in a practice room
so uhhh reader live streams their process and has the boys guest star on some of the streams for fun as like part of some promotion thing to keep the hype around both the artist and the mural high
reader has their own pretty big following that love reader before getting hired by the company, but the sudden attention from the BTS fan base kinda backfires because some of the fans get jealous that the reader gets to hang out with them for like hours on end at least twice a week
a majority of them like reader though because the fan base is honestly pretty chill
i want this to be sooo cute, like the boys celebrate reader’s birthday on stream. reader gets sick and the boys make little secret missions to go to her apartment and take care of them. dinners to celebrate milestones of the boys and they invite reader because she’s a friend now
maybe smut??? but not like “OH GOD THEYRE F U C K I N G” but more like “they’re experiencing each other for the first time because they’ve been dancing around dating for so long that the wait was worth it” kinda thing
if i ever do write smut, it’ll probably be in its own separate post opposed to have it within a chapter
⚠️spoilers for my own fic that i feel might be a big plot point and i probably should let it be a surprise but i want validation⚠️
so i want to have a scene where a sasaeng finds a way into the building to basically attack reader, but reader ends up outsmarting them or something and locks them IN the practice room from the outside
then the sasaeng starts having a tantrum essentially and throws paint all over the mural (like halfway done at this point) while reader is like “security hello??” and like freaks out in the hall because what the fuck that’s terrifying
uhhh sasaeng gets arrested and taken away and the room is an absolute mess, the boys are all there trying to comfort reader while they basically just kinda blankly stare at the mess on the mural
but surprise surprise it just wiped off easily because reader is smart and puts varnish or something on after every stream (don’t ask why i don’t know i just wanted reader to be cool)
so reader gathers their jacket or rag around their arm and takes huge angry swipes at the “ruined” mural to reveal the untouched painting underneath. people take videos, making it into the news outlets and magazines and websites saying like “look at this badass, don’t fuck with her”
(edits get made out of that footage because i said so, and honestly good for reader)
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Masked Miracles
BTS Ot7 x Reader
Chapter 1
Two updates in one day? Aren't y'all so lucky 🥰😂
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Deep breaths. No one ever got anywhere panicking.
I strained my ears to listen for anything that could maybe tell me where we were or where we were going through the bag that had been thrown over my head. My hands numb from laying on them for the past hour where they were duct taped behind me. Every once in a while I could hear raucous laughter from the front of the car. The once cool steel of the butter knife I had managed to stash in the waistband of my jeans before they took me had slid down, the end of it wet from my sweat and digging into my inner thigh.
Whether it would be sharp enough to cut through the tape was questionable, but I would’ve been willing to try had it been within reach. Calm. I needed to remain calm. The mantra was on loop, playing a little louder every time the driver would take a turn a little too tightly, throwing me into the side of the car. I groaned as I hit my head on the frame for what felt like the hundredth time since I’d been stuffed in the back of this tiny ass car. Someone banged on top of the trunk. I stopped squirming trying to listen for anything that could help me figure out where I was or what was happening.
The trunk popped open, the sudden burst of light making me squint even with a bag over my head. I felt a hand wrap around my bicep, hauling me up and out of the car. I struggled to get my feet under me, whoever having ahold of me unaffected by my struggling as they dragged me across the ground. As if my luck wasn’t shit enough, a sharp pain shot through my ankle as I twisted it. Making it that much harder to keep up with whoever was tossing me around like I weighed nothing. I didn’t know what was scarier, not being able to see or how unearthly quiet everything seemed. A sudden burst of AC sent goosebumps skittering across my flesh and a host of things flooded my senses.
Wherever we were now was loud. I could hear the air conditioning rattling, shouting, laughter, even some howling somewhere distantly. The place smelled awful. A mixture of powerful chemicals too strong for anyone to be breathing in. Despite my mouth being duct taped, I could still taste it on the back of my tongue. I prayed to God I was in the right place and didn’t end up somewhere worse than where I was supposed to be. My body was shoved unceremoniously into a chair, the duct tape ripped off my wrists before they were strapped to the chair arms within the next second. I kicked, trying to fight off whoever had me, but another person joined in, strapping my ankles to the legs. The restraint made the pain in my ankle so much worse, but I grit my teeth to bear it.
Completely immobilized, I strained my ears again. Listening to the shuffling of the other people in the room. Oddly enough, none of them said a word. And apart from their movements and the clinking of whatever they were doing, I had nothing to go on. I grunted in annoyance, pulling on my restraints. Fuck I hope this damn tracker Min gave me works. A door banged open, making me jump in my seat, my head whipping towards the noise. Loud laughter sent chills down my spine as I recognized who had just walked in.
“Nari, so nice to see you again!”
The bag over my eyes was ripped away. I blinked several times, trying to adjust my vision only to be disappointed when my eyes confirmed who I thought it was. Lee Jongsu. Big wig hybrid dealer that my unit had been after for years. But the man was as slippery as the snake he was. Hardly ever dealing in his own trades or underground businesses directly. Until me, that is. He stepped forward, fingers gripping my chin tightly as he lifted my face. I glared at him, hating that I couldn’t do much else. He tsked tapping the tape over my mouth.
“Just as beautiful as the last time I saw you. Perfect for our polar bear. Wouldn’t you agree boys?” He chuckled, pushing my face away.
I spat profanities into the tape. Wishing it wasn’t there so he knew just how colorfully I thought of him. Polar bear? They were going to give me to a fucking polar bear?
“Don’t worry darling. He’s a good-looking kid. You’ll like him.”
I didn’t really care what he looked like. As long as he stayed the hell away from me. I yanked on my bindings again, eyes scanning the room for anything useful. It was bare. A single door and one table in front of me with several medical supplies stocked on it. Not even a window or any furniture beyond that and the chair they had me in.
“Get whatever samples you want doctor. The sooner you’re finished, the sooner I can get her to my hybrids.”
“Sir, I don’t really recommend putting her with any of the hybrids until we get our tests-“
“I don’t give a fuck what you recommend. The quicker she’s with them, the sooner she’s pregnant, and I get my money. Stop wasting my time.” Jongsu snapped.
The doctor nodded, bowing his head and apologizing before scurrying over to me. I wasn’t sure what all his tests entailed, but I was relieved that it was only things he needed my blood for. He filled three tubes before withdrawing the needle and bandaging my arm. He had barely finished with me before two of Jongsu’s lackeys were working on unstrapping my arms and legs again. My glare meeting Jongsu’s again as they dragged me past him.
“Do your job well Nari. I’m counting on you.”
They didn’t bother covering my head this time. I supposed they didn’t have to since wherever we were didn’t have anything marking it to let me know what this place was or where we were going. I was hauled down hallway after hallway, passing door after door with nothing more than I tiny slit in them allowing a peek inside. Or outside, I supposed. The cacophony of noise returned, slamming doors, crying, yelling. My stomach twisting the further in we went, unsure of what to expect.
Other than a polar bear.
The butter knife was starting to chafe the poor skin of my thigh. Despite the discomfort, it was my saving grace. The one thing I had as a line of defense for myself should I need it. My heartrate spiked as we came to a stop in front of a door. Keys clanging together as they unlocked it. My protests were muffled against the tape as I threw my body backwards to keep them from pulling me in. My efforts were in vain as both men were a lot stronger than me. They dragged me inside, slamming the outside door behind me before dropping me on the floor. I groaned with the impact, casting a quick look around to see we were in a vestibule of some sort. There were only two doors, the one we came through and another on the opposite wall. One of the men ripped the tape off my face, the sting blooming across my lips and cheeks.
“Get her over here. I don’t want to risk that fucking cat charging the door again when I open it.”
Wait? Cat? I was bear hugged into a set of arms again as one of them lifted me. Blood rushing through my ears as I tried to wrap my head around why they were tossing me in with a cat when Jongsu had specifically said it was a polar bear. I planted my feet on the doorframe, one leg kicking at the other man with my bum ankle as he tried to grab my feet. He cursed under his breath; face set in annoyance as he took a handful of my hair instead. He jerked on it hard, pain blossoming across my scalp making me cry out.
“My job’s hard enough as it is without you making it worse you bitch.” He spat, dragging me forward by my hair.
He shoved me in, the momentum didn’t allow me to catch myself as I fell forward. I hissed when I hit the floor. I was definitely going to be feeling that in a few short hours. My ankle screamed in pain as I hauled myself up. Trying to reach the door before it was slammed in my face and I was resigned to my fate. No dice it seemed as I wasn’t quick enough. I reached for the handle, yanking on it to no avail.
“Let me out! Don’t you dare fucking leave me here!” I screamed, pounding at the metal uselessly.
I got no answer. No one opened the door. No one came back to help me. I threw my weight into it even though I knew it wouldn’t do anything and quickly regretted it when the burn in my ankle reminded me how badly injured it was. I bit my lip, leaning into the door feeling the fight drain out of me. A pitiful whimper escaped me as I slid down, my fingers reaching to pull up the leg of my jeans to see just how bad it really was.
“Shit.” I muttered seeing how swollen it was already. “Way to fucking go Y/N.”
Shuffling from somewhere in the room had me on high alert. My hands instantly digging through my pants for the knife I had stashed, brandishing it towards the direction of the noise as I scrambled to my feet. I bit back my cry as my ankle protested, throwing myself back into the nearest wall partially as a means of getting further away from who or whatever it was as well as to support some of my weight off my foot.
“Where are you?” I shouted, eyes flitting around the room desperately.
There weren’t a ton of places to hide, but the room was large. Several chairs, a table, empty shelves in the opposite corner of the room. Two doorways led into other rooms that I couldn’t make out and a large pile of blankets and pillows sprawled out on the floor between them. The room was a mixture of greys and creamy whites. The entire aesthetic reminding me more of a posh sort of hotel room rather than a prison. Either way, I still didn’t want to be here. Movement from around the doorway caught my eye. I held my knife out in that direction as a person emerged from it. He was fucking huge. Easily much larger than the two men who had brought me here and I didn’t stand a chance against them. I gulped, trying to keep my hand from shaking as I glared at him. He held his hands out in surrender, palms facing me as he slowly walked closer.
“Hey. You’re okay, we won’t hurt you.”
“We?” I shot back, glancing over his shoulder briefly, wondering just how many more resided behind those walls.
The ears on his head rotated behind him at the audible shuffling of more bodies, the light brown round appendages belonging to just about anything, until it was accompanied by the flick of his tail behind him. Lion. He was a lion hybrid.
I don’t want to risk that fucking cat charging the door again when I open it.
I slid over to the nearest corner, hating that I literally had nowhere else to go. He shook his head, ears laying flat as his eyes turned sad.
“You don’t have to be scared. My name’s Namjoon.”
My fear skyrocketed as more hybrids filed out from behind him. My heart pounding under my rib cage as they kept appearing. Way more than I ever banked on being thrown to. This was not the way this was supposed to go. One or two hybrids, sure, I could probably hold my own against, but seven? Predators at that as I scanned the room, taking in the host of large cats particularly. I pressed myself further into the wall, absorbing the small amount of comfort I got from having the concrete against my back. Not that it did much to ease my nerves as my eyes flickered between each of them warily. I gripped the knife tightly, it wasn’t a glamorous weapon by any means, but it would have to do.
To make matters worse, my ankle was beginning to throb like a bitch. No doubt it was even more swollen now in my sad excuse of a shoe. But at least it was a shoe, my other foot was completely bare now, having lost my other sneaker sometime during the struggle. Movement from the middle of the group had me standing up straighter, gritting my teeth against the pain as I forced my hurt ankle to take some of my weight. There was no way I was letting my guard down around them. No matter how injured I may be.
“Look, we’re not here to hurt you.” The lion, no, Namjoon he had introduced himself as, tried to console me, putting his hands out in front of him further, palms out in an attempt to keep me calm.
“No. I know exactly what you’re here for and that’s not fucking happening. So stay the hell away from me.” I growled, holding the butter knife higher, threateningly.
Most of the others stood stock still, ears pinned back as they watched the interaction between me and Namjoon carefully. All except one who couldn’t have looked more bored if he tried. One glance at him determined he was also a large cat, but hell if I knew what he was exactly. If I actually cared, I would have become a fucking zoologist or some shit. Perhaps that would have been the safer bet in life if I had chosen something other than what currently had me stuck in this situation now.
“Not…that either. If you could just put the knife down and talk with us. It’s obvious you’re hurt. You need someone to look at that foot.”
“It won’t be you. I don’t need your help. Just leave me the fuck alone until I find my way out of here.”
My words must have been the last straw for the other cat. His ears laid flat outwards in opposite directions and his tail flipped as if it had a mind of its own as he whirled on me.
“You’re not the only one stuck down here you ungrateful brat. At least we’re trying to be nice. Newsflash, you could’ve been thrown in any other one of these enclosures and God knows what would have happened to you. Lucky for you, you got us.” His eyes were sharp and cold as they burned holes into me. “Allow me to let you in on a little secret. We’ve been trapped here for months. Wanna know how many females they’ve brought us in that time? Too fucking many to count. Wanna know how many of those were humans? Zero. Guess what that tells me sweetheart, that you’re a nobody. No one even knows you’re gone; no one will report you, no one will miss you, no one will fucking look for you. And if you want to get out of here alive, I suggest you play nice.”
“Yoongi.” One of the others chided him, albeit softly.
His glare never left me even as Namjoon laid a hand on his shoulder. The tension in the room was thick as both of us refused to back down. In the back of my mind, the urge to submit was strong. I’m sure there was some kind of rule among the animal kingdom stating that one shouldn’t stare directly into the eyes of a predator, but I’d be damned if I looked away now. I was stuck in a room full of them. If I let one have the upper hand then the rest of them wouldn’t hesitate to walk all over me.
Being a human put me at a disadvantage. I was the weakest being in the room as much as I hated to admit it. Despite that knowledge, and the fact that any of them could very quickly and easily overpower me, none of them did. They all kept their distance, choosing to try to keep me calm and explain things. All of them besides the cat that I was still locked in a staring contest with. I could tell the hostility between us was starting to make everyone else antsy. I was positive that if it came between him or me they would side with him. My hunch proved to be correct as one of the others with white, fluffy, pointed ears sidled closer to Yoongi.
The smug smirk that quirked one corner of the cat’s mouth had me wanting to wipe it off his face personally. My fist itched with the need to show him exactly who he was messing with. His tail flicked behind him as if it wasn’t enough for his face to taunt me, his animal counterpart needed in on the action.
“So, what’s it gonna be sweetheart?”
Chapter 2》
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Synopsis: in a world where alphas, betas, and omegas live along side modern humans as second class citizens, you've fallen through the cracks of a society that wants to take everything wonderful from you. Luckily a timely encounter with the boys just might save your life.
Chapter summary: you shouldn't be out in your condition, but at least Jungkook and Jimin are there to save you.
Warnings: assault/violence, ngl m/c is basically unconscious for this whole chapter, language, nudity, straight panic
Word count: 5k
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Jimin fought the skip in his step so as not to embarrass Jungkook as they walked down the street to a relatively new nightclub that was supposed to be friendly to Lykos. Although it was technically illegal to deny anyone access to most spaces based on subspecies or secondary gender, there were still many places in the city where alphas, betas and omegas alike were looked down on or outright harassed. This new club was located closer to their home than most of the nightlife in the city, and Jimin couldn't help but be excited about checking it out. It had been a long week for the beta, as most weeks were, and as much as he loved relaxing at home with his pack, he was grateful that his fellow beta was willing to accompany him for a night of letting loose. Jungkook had also seen his fair share of Sapien bullshit this week while on duty, and he frankly needed to blow off some steam.
Being a cop was an oddly perfect job for a beta, not that the ordinary Saps Jungkook worked with always saw it that way. He managed to remain calm in situations that neither alphas or even regular Sapiens could. The calming pheromones he exuded with his subtle, fresh linen scent worked even on the Saps who didn't know when it affected them. But this week there must have been something in the air causing an uptick in Sapien-Lykos violence, and even Jungkook's ability to de-escalate most situations failed to save the life of a young omega male. He died right in front of Jungkook before he could even react. So when Jimin suggested they go out for a few drinks, Jungkook didn't hesitate.
Another thing that made Jungkook a good cop was his ability to smell trouble. He liked it much better on duty than in his freetime. When the hair on the back of his neck stood on end, he wished he could ignore it. He knew that something was wrong several seconds before his brain was able to fully process the scents carrying around the corner from the alley they were coming up on. Two aggressive alphas and one omega. An omega in heat. It was an incredibly alarming smell to encounter on the street at night. What omega in their right mind would dare to go out of the house at such a time? What alpha would let them?
It took Jimin a moment after Jungkook to catch on, but when he did, they shared a heavy look. Their steps slowed as they approached the opening of the alleyway, and when their footsteps silenced they could hear the gruff voice of one of the alphas speak.
"What's a pretty little omega like you doing out all alone in this state?"
"M not," a weak female voice whimpered in response. "Please, I'm not."
"Of course you are, sweetheart. It's no use hiding. Let us take you home and take care of you. Alpha will give you what you need."
A muffled no was choked off with a gurgling sound. Jimin looked pleadingly up at Jungkook, who knew that he couldn't hesitate any longer.
"Police! Put your hands up!" Jungkook called in his most commanding voice as he stepped around the corner and into the alleyway. He felt somewhat foolish, holding his hands up like a gun toward the other men, not knowing if they were armed. But faking it was all he could do at the moment.
The two men paused to look briefly in Jungkook's direction, but the light in the alley was too dim to give his ruse away. Instead, the alpha that had his hand around your throat squeezed tighter and pulled you closer just to slam your head back against the wall. He let you fall like a sack of potatoes to the concrete before he and his friend ran toward the other end of the alley, hoping that the "officer" would focus on helping you and not on catching them. It was a smart bet.
As the alphas' footsteps faded away onto another street, Jimin slipped past Jungkook to get to you first. He knelt down to the concrete beside you and asked in a shaking voice, "Miss, are you alright?"
Panic threatened to cloud his mind, but Jimin was used to dealing with Lykos in crisis from his job as a social worker with homeless Lykos youths. He leaned in closer to hear that you were still breathing while he pressed two fingers to your throat. You were positively burning and your heart was racing. You were definitely in heat. But what were you doing out here on your own?
"Should we call the police?" Jimin asked, turning his head to look up at his pack member.
Jungkook tensed. He'd love to say that the cops would be able to help, but the police were still more or less ignorant when it came to things like heats and ruts. They were still considered taboo to Saps. "They're less likely to get her to a safe place than to lock her up for public disturbance." Jungkook shook his head. "Maybe we can take her to the hospital."
"They'll turn her away. Heat isn't a medical emergency, and it will actually cause a public disturbance."
"Fuck."
Jimin stood with his hands on his hips and shared a look with Jungkook that had the taller beta shaking his head before Jimin even made a sound. "We gotta take her home."
"We can't take a random omega home, Jimin."
"We can't leave a vulnerable omega alone on the street either!" Jimin let out a quiet whine that had Jungkook clenching his fists.
"Don't fucking start. We'll take her home and have Yoongi check on her and see if we can get her coherent enough to get her home."
"Thank you, Kook," Jimin sighed.
Jungkook let out his own heavy breath as he stooped to pick you up in his arms and carry you back to the pack's house. He wasn't doing this for Jimin, or for you, but for his own conscience. He couldn't watch another omega die this week.
You weren't heavy, but you made the walk back to their house feel longer than before. You seemed to come around again as they returned home, and for a moment you felt disoriented, but Jungkook fluffed out his fresh linen scent as soon as he realized it, and it was enough to keep your frantic, homoronal mind down for a few more minutes as you nuzzled unconsciously into his neck. When they started up the sidewalk to the house, Yoongi's face appeared in the glass pane to the left of the entrance. He quickly opened and closed the door, hurrying down the steps to confirm that there was indeed a limp body in his youngest packmate's arms.
"What's going on?" Yoongi's voice came out in a hiss, but even that couldn't hide his natural concern. Any decent alpha would be concerned for an omega in your state.
Jungkook pushed past him and up the steps to set you down on the soft outdoor couch. Your head lolled as he pulled away. Your nose sought out his scent with a whimper.
"We were passing by when this omega was being assaulted," Jimin explained.
"So you brought her here?" Yoongi's voice was hushed but tense.
"We didn't know where else we could take her, hyung," Jimin shrugged.
"She's in heat!"
"No shit, Sherlock," Jungkook grumbled. He'd been able to breathe in nothing but you the whole way here, and while the smell of an omega in heat was far from unpleasant, even to a beta, it had him on edge. Yoongi glared at him. "We need you to take a look at her hyung. There were a couple alphas with her when we found them. Just, check to see if she's hurt please."
Yoongi stared at him in frustration for a moment before he sighed and bent to look at you. He had worked as an EMT for enough years to be able to control himself around an omega smelling as sweet as you, but that didn't mean it was easy for him. When Yoongi pressed his fingers to the pulse point just next to your swollen scent gland you let out another weak cry. He cursed silently as he tried to get a read on the rhythm of your heart.
Meanwhile, Jungkook took the purse that they had found beside you from Jimin and dug his hand inside. He pulled out a wallet and a phone a moment later. Opening your wallet first, he pulled out your ID and held it out to compare the picture on the card with the troubled face before him. "It looks like her name is Y/N," he informed the others.
You made a sound of recognition at hearing your name, but it didn't come close to being a word.
"Check her head, hyung. The guy who attacked her hit her pretty good."
Yoongi's deft fingers pressed lightly around your skull until he reached the back of your head and you winced at the tenderness. He pulled one hand back to check for blood, but there was only a small amount, indicating you didn't have a serious head wound, although he was sure it hurt. Before he could pull his other hand out of your tangled hair, you turned your nose into his wrist and breathed in his citrusy scent.
"Alpha," you moaned, low and quiet, with a breath-taking neediness that even Yoongi struggled to ignore.
"Fuck," he breathed as you nuzzled against his skin. Yoongi fought to keep a grip on his senses. "Why the hell did you bring this fucking omega here?" He groaned and forced himself to pull his hands away before he could get caught up in your smell. He wanted it covering his skin. He wanted it all over him like it was all over Jungkook.
"What else were we supposed to do? Just leave her there?" Jimin knew it wasn't the greatest idea, but you were in a crisis, and any port in a storm would do.
"No," Yoongi groaned, hanging onto the edge of his sanity by his fingertips. "Who would even let an omega out of their sight in a state like this?" It was unfathomable, unconscionable. Even now Yoongi's instincts were screaming at him. Get her inside the house. Get her in the nest. Protect omega. Breed her. He forced himself to take several steps away from you and gulps of what he hoped would be fresh air. Just enough for his rational brain to remind him that he could not and would not breed a random omega he just met. No matter how good she smelled.
Jungkook couldn't help but feel a little grateful he hadn't been an alpha. It wasn't the first time he thought so, but watching the elder male struggle now, he was keenly aware of it. "Jimin, go calm Yoongi hyung down before he mounts the poor girl."
Yoongi let a low growl start in his chest and neither of them were sure if it was toward Jungkook or the image his words conjured. Jimin obeyed and went to pin Yoongi between himself and the wall of the house. Jimin's lavender had never been strong, but he did his best to exude as much of the calming scent as possible, and Yoongi buried his nose against Jimin's scent gland until he was able to think more clearly.
Meanwhile Jungkook had managed to open your phone and was looking through your phonebook in search of an emergency contact. None was designated, but that was less surprising than the fact that there were almost no saved numbers in your phone. All of the names in the list had "(work)" beside them. Seeing no other choice, Jungkook tapped on the first contact on the list and held the phone to his ear. It rang four times before someone answered.
"Bitch, where are you? Your shift started two hours ago!" A voice on the other line responded.
Jungkook suppressed a snort. "Hi. I'm calling on behalf of Y/N. You work with her?"
"Uh, yeah? I'm supposed to be working with her right now. Where is she? Who is this?"
"I'm trying to help her. I need to get-"
"Is she okay?" The voice interrupted over the loud music in the background.
"I think she's okay. She must have unexpectedly gone into heat. Do you know how to get in touch with her pack?"
There was nothing but the noise of what must have been a bar on the other end of the line while Jungkook waited for an answer. "Hello?" He asked. He looked up to meet Yoongi's eyes across the porch. They were clearer now, but filled with confusion.
"Sorry, did you say Y/N went into heat?" The voice on the phone asked. They must have gone somewhere quieter, since their voice was much clearer and louder.
"Yeah. She-"
"But Y/N is Sapien," the person stated.
Jungkook's jaw dropped open a fraction. He had incontrovertible proof to the contrary, unless this person wasn't Y/N. It took him a moment to recover. "I'm sorry, do you have a number for her emergency contact?"
Jungkook could hear the person on the other end swallow before speaking. "I'm sorry. You must have the wrong person. I have to go."
The call ended abruptly, leaving Jungkook feeling more confused than ever.
"What happened?" Jimin questioned as the beta stared blankly at the screen.
Jungkook didn't answer, but dove his hand back into your bag, searching for answers.
Before he could find any, the front door was yanked open, revealing the pack's other three alphas, and one very annoyed omega. From the doorway, all Hoseok could see was Jungkook, and all he could smell was your heat-sweet scent coating the beta's body.
"What the hell is going on? And why the fuck do you smell like another omega?" Hobi demanded, hands on his hips. He had made sure to scent both his betas well before they left, even though he knew they would inevitably come home smelling like strangers from the club. That wasn't an excuse for why Jungkook smelled like fresh hot apple pie and sex. For God's sake, they hadn't been gone more than an hour. Jungkook froze in his search with wide eyes.
"It's not what you think, hyung," Jimin defended, turning to look at the rest of his pack, but not moving away from Yoongi.
"Jimin, what are you doing?" Hoseok's eyes examined the way Jimin held Yoongi against the wall with his body.
"Listen, we're just trying to help someone in need. There's nothing suspicious going on." Jimin held out his hands in a placating gesture. Hoseok was possessive, even for an omega, and he was already pouty about the betas wanting to go out earlier. Jimin should have known that he would be extra touchy about the situation, but he would just have to deal with it. "We found an omega in need and we brought her here. That's all."
Hoseok sucked in an annoyed breath, and that's when he caught it. Your warm apple scent had a sour edge that it shouldn't, not in heat, not unless you were feeling stressed. He leaned around Jungkook to look at your limp form resting on the couch. Fuck. "Bring her inside before every alpha in the neighborhood comes prowling around the yard," he huffed in spite of himself. More than one pack member let out a sigh he didn't know he was holding.
Jungkook slung your purse over his shoulder before bending to pick you up again while the others turned to go inside. Hoseok held the door open with a glare while he ushered you in, careful not to bump your head on the doorframe. It was embarrassing, truly, how affected Hoseok could see all the alphas already were by your scent filling the warm house. They bounded off toward the bedroom. If they had them, their tails would be wagging. Pathetic.
"Take her to the spare room," Hoseok instructed. No way was he letting you into his nest. He'd just washed everything today and it would only drive the alphas more crazy anyway. You would be better off in the spare room, which was cozy, and most often used by Jungkook and Yoongi when they came home in the middle of night and either didn't want to disturb the pack or didn't want to be suffocated by them. Taehyung also slept there sometimes when he painted late into the night. It often made Hoseok prickly not to have his two youngest mates in his nest, but he tried not to take it personally, and he made sure the room was well taken care of with items from each member of the pack. He hadn't washed the bedding this week, but Jungkook's scent was calming–Hoseok knew from experience, especially during heat–so you probably wouldn't mind. Not that the other omega cared if you minded, to be frank. You were an interloper and all that mattered to him was getting you out of here as soon as possible with minimal impact on his pack. Hoseok followed Jungkook into the bedroom and then stood in the doorway, arms braced against the frame as he faced his alphas, forming a formidable wall in front of them.
"You all get back to the living room right now," the omega ordered.
A distinctly Yoongi whine rose from the back of the group. He hadn't forgotten your scent or your warmth or the fact that you needed him. Needed alpha to help you. Needed him to—
"Jimin," Hoseok barked through Yoongi's haze. "Get these idiots settled in the living room, and Jungkook and I will take care of things here."
Quiet groans sounded, but Jimin just chuckled as he took Yoongi and Taehyung's wrists and coaxed them away. "Be nice, hyung. It's not their fault the pheromones make them dumb." He pushed Taehyung down into the corner of the couch before pressing Yoongi into his lap. The two didn't hesitate to touch and nuzzle each other, anything to take the edge off the neediness that you aroused in them.
Jin and Namjoon were more difficult to drag away, big dumb alphas that they were. They stood obstinately in front of the door. "Let us in, Hobah," Jin pleaded, not sounding at all like the pack alpha he was. "She needs her alpha."
Hoseok choked on his spit before he held up a hand in front of Jin. "You are not her alpha, Seokjin. And if you don't walk your ass over to the couch this instant you won't be my alpha either."
Jin ducked his head, properly chastised. He didn't know why he said that. He couldn't help it. It just slipped out. He grabbed Namjoon's arm, and the two wisely walked away.
Hoseok closed the door and turned to help Jungkook. As soon as he had set you down on the mattress, you had begun to squirm. Although he had initially been concerned about you having a concussion, he could see now that you were just deep down in the heat headspace, one ruled by instincts that had you seeking out comfort and relief. Your clothes were becoming soaked with sweat and your hair clung to your forehead. Jungkook watched as you flopped over onto your belly and followed your nose around in search of a nice spot on the bed. You found Yoongi's pillow and breathed in deep, followed by a muffled moan. "Alpha."
Jungkook began to feel uncomfortable, a tightness in his chest coiling as he watched you struggle in vain. But it also felt wrong to see. He had never seen a strange omega go into heat before. The only heats he had ever actually participated in were Hobi's, but before that he had only seen relatives in a state as vulnerable as this. Your shirt slid up your torso and you lifted your backside into the air and Jungkook flushed.
"Hyung," he said with quiet urgency.
Hoseok was picking up some discarded items from the floor in an attempt to clean up the room, but he looked up at the youngest's voice. "Can we do anything for her?"
Hoseok bit back another sarcastic comment and sighed. He reminded himself to find some compassion. You were in a dreadful state. He couldn't even imagine how distressing it would be to be around strangers, away from your pack in a heat as strong as you were clearly having.
"She might be more comfortable if she got out of those clothes."
As if in response to his words, you rolled over onto your back once more and began to fumble with the button on your pants. Little puffs of air left your mouth in huffs of frustration.
"Hyung, is she about to take her clothes off?" An edge of panic laced his voice. Hoseok rolled his eyes at the bashful beta. He had to do everything himself.
"You go get a couple of bottles of Gatorade from the kitchen. She'll be needing the electrolytes. I'll try to get her…settled." Jungkook nodded at the orders. "Oh, and take these and drop them in the washer," Hobi added before Jungkook turned to leave and held out the bundle of dirty clothes for him to take.
Jungkook hesitated. "Maybe we should leave them for her. They might help a little."
A pulse of possessiveness tweaked Hoseok's muscles and he gripped the cloth tighter in his hands. What right did you have to his pack's soothing scents? But he pushed it down and nodded, letting the younger man go. He left the pile of clothes at the foot of the bed and went to sit beside you. You still hadn't managed to remove any of your clothes yourself. Hoseok knew that some heats could be worse than others, especially when he was younger, or when the pack first started to form with Jin and Namjoon. He could see you were completely out of your senses, so far down into primal lust that you couldn't think straight or string three words together. Every now and then your face shifted in confusion, just for a second while your brain tried and failed to recognize anything familiar or comforting in your surroundings. The pained look finally brought Hoseok around to his empathy, and it kicked in with a surge in anger. He finally realized why Jimin and Jungkook had to bring you here, because truly who could let a helpless thing like you out of their sight? Hoseok reached out his hand to brush the hair away from your blazing skin. You keened into his cool touch, and he laid his palm flesh against your forehead. You relaxed for a moment, ceasing your constant wriggling.
"You are burning up, pup. We should get you out of these terrible clothes so you'll be more comfortable." You didn't respond but began to shift again without making any move to remove your clothing. "Is it okay if I help, little one?"
Again you didn't speak but your face morphed into a dopey expression that was almost a smile. Your glassy eyes seemed to sparkle. Hoseok couldn't even help the small smile that tugged his lips.
"I promise this is all business," he said as he began to unbutton your pants and then slowly tugged them down. When he had finally pulled your jeans off your feet you kicked them cutely in the air. You sat up on your knees, more energetically than you had been since he'd seen you. You reached down and pulled your shirt clumsily over your head, bringing a rush of blood to Hoseok's cheeks.
In spite of the fact that their pack was all male, most of them had been with women, just not Hoseok. He was young when he met Jin, so it wasn't that he wasn't interested or attracted, it just so happened that no women had come into their lives in any important way for Hoseok. And he definitely wasn't prepared for you stripping in front of him. He sat in stunned silence so long that he didn't realize what you had truly wanted was to get out of your bra until he heard you whine and noticed you clawing clumsily at your back, unable to even comprehend the clasp. Before he could move to help you there was a thud against the door.
"Do you need help, Hobi hyung?" Taehyung's voice carried through the wood. He must have been called by your whines too.
"Go back to the couch, Tae," the omega barked and heard a defeated whimper before footsteps moving away. "Let me help you, pup," he said more gently and twisted you around to access the tricky clasps. He wasn't much better than you due to his inexperience, but eventually he got it done. You slipped the offensive article down your arms and turned to him, inching closer as if to climb into his lap, not caring one bit that he was a stranger and you were nearly naked. Hoseok slipped off the bed to stand away from you. He picked up your shirt and held it out to you.
"Maybe you should put this back on now," he offered nervously. He tried desperately not to look down at your swollen, peaked nipples that were just begging for attention. Your apple pie smell turned sweeter, warmer, filling up the room.
Jesus. He wasn't even an alpha and you were still affecting him. He tried to hold the shirt up to cover you from his view and his omega brain came back online. This shirt was rough and had been tight fitting. It was the last thing you would want when your skin was so sensitive.
"I'll…I'll go get you something softer to wear," he said shakily. He dropped your shirt to the floor and looked around for something until his eyes fell on the clothes he had pulled up. He spread them out in front of you. "Here, you can wear any one of these in the meantime. I'll be right back."
To his relief you instantly brought one of the shirts to your nose and inhaled deeply before picking another and doing the same. It made a perfect distraction, and he was able to slip out the door. Outside, he took a deep breath and sighed in relief. Then he opened his eyes to a wide-eyed Jungkook and nearly jumped out of his skin.
"Is she okay?" The younger man asked, holding two different flavors of sports drink in his hands.
"She's okay for now but you do not want to go in there right now."
"I'll just go give her these," he said, holding up the two bottles.
"Leave them outside the door. We need to talk with the pack," Hoseok replied, regaining his composure. The beta did as he was told and followed his hyung to the living room where the others waited on the edge of their seats.
"Jimin, can you tell me what happened and where you found this poor girl?" Hoseok prompted. The four alphas tried hard to focus as Jimin quickly informed them on what had happened.
"Where is her pack? What if those men were her alphas?" Jin wondered aloud and hoped that wasn't true.
"It doesn't seem likely," Jungkook said. "If it was they would have tried to explain but they just ran off and left her."
"It doesn't make any sense. Why would she go out if she was going into heat? They can come on fast, but not that fast. Why wouldn't her alpha keep her at home? They must have smelled her." Hoseok stroked his chin while he spoke, searching for an answer he couldn't fathom.
"She must have been heading into work," Jungkook offered, recalling the bizarre conversation he had with your coworker earlier.
"Isn't that what heat leave is for?" Hoseok asked. Not that he would know. He'd grown up in a fairly traditional pack and never had an outside job a day in his life. He enjoyed staying at home and taking care of his pack. But he knew it was a luxury, and one he was grateful the pack could provide it.
"Heat leave still isn't a right for omegas. Not all employers offer it, nor are they legally obligated to," Jin informed them.
Jungkook nodded. "The woman I spoke to on the phone didn't even seem to know Y/N was an omega."
Taehyung's ears perked up. "Y/N?"
"That's what her driver's license said. Do you know her?"
Taehyung shook his head regretfully. "No. It's just a nice name," he murmured. Jin reached out to ruffle his hair.
"So how do we find her pack?" Namjoon asked.
"She didn't have any non-work numbers in her phone, so I think the next step should be to go to the address on her license and ask there." Jungkook got up to retrieve your ID from where he had shoved it in his pocket. "This address is only a few miles from here."
"I'll drive you," Jin offered, but Yoongi put his hand on the older alpha's shoulder.
"You should stay here with the pack, just in case anything happens. I'll go with Jungkook."
Jin gave him a grateful nod and Hoseok couldn't hide his relief either. Helpless and pathetic as you might be, it wouldn't have felt safe to have a stranger in the house without the pack alpha home.
"Do you want me to come with you guys?" Jimin offered. He didn't know what he would be able to do but he felt invested.
Yoongi cupped his cheek. "You're needed here, in case one of these guys breaks their chain," he grinned before he leaned in to kiss the pretty beta's lips. "We'll be back as soon as we can," he assured Hoseok with a kiss to the worried crease of his forehead.
"You be sure to read that alpha the riot act when you find them," Hoseok said.
"Sure thing, love," Yoongi winked before following Jungkook out the door.
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shadowofahope · 8 months
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Gone Once More
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Warnings: hurt/no comfort
Pairing: Idol! BTS x friend! (f)reader
Premise: Too many mistakes. Each one a new regret. The only hope for you to not be seen.
Author’s notes: Sorry loves, I promise to try to come back as soon as I can! I'm currently 33wks pregnant, so my mind has been all over the place. I'm also trying to move at the same time. I know, I know, all very poorly timed on my end. I'll work hard on completing my WIPS and getting them up for you! 💜
Word count: 823
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Your body feels heavy as you sluggishly make your way through the throng of people. It had been a long couple of days setting up for this event. Thankfully you and your coworkers had managed to finish with a couple hours to spare. Last-minute final touches had been placed and as the idols and actors began to turn up, you had all been dismissed. 
Walking past the last building, you begin to place your head phones in your ears. Ready for your walk home. However, you hear something that makes your heart stop.
You hear the familiar voices from somewhere in the crowd. Catching a glimpse of a face you had wished to forget.
You back step quickly rounding the corner to hide from the figures headed your way. Holding your breath you close your eyes and beg for them not to see you. Willing yourself to be one with the wall. A sense of relief plummets over your like a cold bucket of water on a hot day as you finally hear their voices pass. 
You barely catch a glimpse of their backs as you hastily push through the thickening crowd.You don’t want to appear panicked for fear that would draw attention to yourself. 
Swiftly you approach the crosswalk, legs trembling more for every second you wait for the light sign to change. The road in the process of being closed down for the event today. You remain steady on your feet, but your body delays briefly as it finally changes and you walk within the other people.
Reaching the other sidewalk, against all the screaming in your head, body shaking, air burning your lungs you stop. First mistake. Second was benign unable to not turn around and stare blatantly at the group you had hidden from. You needed to see them, even if it hurt all over again.
Standing across the street, you cant find it in yourself to keep moving. To finish your escape successfully. The few cars passing by and the strings of people do nothing to obstruct your focus. 
The pain from past memories seeps from the floor up your legs, like an iron chain holding you down. 
Eye contact, the last mistake you made. Pairs of eyes turn to you one by one, survey your figure. The uncertainty etched into their faces, were you really there or were they just hoping to see you again.
The world slows around you, breathe slow and deep. An almost calm settling over you, atleast outwardly calm. Your mind flashing through your anger you thought you had long forgotten when you left those years ago. But somehow in this moment it all felt so fresh, a wound that never healed, easily reopened. 
One of them takes a step in your direction, your name said out loud appearing on their lips, snapping you out of your stasis. Before they can truly believe you're there, you turn to sprint down the path to the parkway. You hear your name called again, this time over the blood pumping in your ears. Without slowing you push yourself forward, calves feeling as though they will spilt in half after being on your feet for so long. But you don’t stop, you don’t falter. Your lungs sting as your breath comes out ragged and sharp.
You know they’ve followed, you can feel them behind you. Dashing through a throng of people casually going for a stroll, you take a dramatic turn towards a small wooden bridge. Hoping the mass of people would create enough confusion. You all but fling yourself down the shallow bank, stumbling to your knees on the rocks and dirt. Without stopping, you roll yourself under the wooden structure. 
Barely a moment passes and you hear the approach of many shoes on the cement path. Your name screamed by many voices. Voices that have haunted you for too long, ones that used to only carry sweet words, but by the end carried the poison that deteriorated your self worth. Like a venomous snake bite, one that wouldn’t kill you but left you crippled, no amout of anti-venom could stop the affects.
The footsteps rush off away from your hiding spot. You stay there, long enough to catch your breathe. Your heart rate finally slowing down again, allowing the blood flow back to your head. Giving you enough strength to sit up, peaking your head out, ears on full alert for any sounds of them reapproaching. Hearing nothing, you slowly crawl away from the shadows. When you finally drag yourself back up you realize you’ve not only ripped the knees of your jeans, but blood soaks your right pant leg. However, you don’t feel the pain, mind still distracted by getting away secretly to your home before anything else can happen.
Limping in the other direction of where they ran, you make your way praying that these ghosts will be gone once more.
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anonnie-in-wonderland · 9 months
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Call Me Crazy...
Rating: T
 Word Count:11.8k 
 Warning(s): anxiety/anxious thoughts, near panic attacks, injury, but also beware the fluff for it is potent
 Summary: When Y/N gets her hands on the newest Samsung phone, she thinks at most she’ll get a little clout with her friends and fewer dropped calls. A direct portal to BTS? Not so much.
 Genre(s): Strangers to Friends to Lovers| Crack Treated Seriously| Fluff| Comedy| Romance| Magical Realism
 Tags: bts x reader | ot7 x reader | poly| FM!POC!reader
 Ch.3:  Don’t Hold Your Breath for a Break
A/N: Hiiii, sorry I’ve been away for so long. 🥺 Life has been pretty stressful. But, I’m back now, new chapter, whoo! I have had this on my mind for a while now, and finally got the chance to incorporate it into this chapter~ I really do hope you enjoy the arrival of the next BTS member to show up, whose dynamics with Y/N are already among my favorites. Also, always feel free to chat with me about this fic if you’d like, I don’t bite and thrive on the engagement! 🤗 I wanna know if anyone wants to guess what is going on or has figured it out yet. This chapter is especially dedicated to the blog who had a super easy tutorial on how to keep your formatting from google docs to tumblr!! Saved me a lot of time. Hehe *PLEASE do not ask about the taglist in this story’s comments*
In the days that followed, Y/N completely fell down a rabbit hole. It felt prudent to look more into BTS, or more specifically, Park Jimin. From a strictly legal perspective and nothing more.
 After all, she was sure his attorneys would be sending a court summons any day now just as soon as they managed to find out her identity and track her down. It was something she lived in fear of.
 Binna was none-the-wiser that the reason she suddenly seemed so attentive about the band’s recent lives was because she wanted to know if they’d mentioned anything. Any clues that would tell Y/N when her days as a free person were coming to an end. 
Honestly, she hadn’t found much. Nothing that would be helpful in allowing her to participate in her own legal defense. Speaking of that, could she even afford an attorney that would be able to stand up against Park Jimin’s? She was sure a global superstar would have the best in the country.
Y/N listlessly scrolled through yet more photos of Jimin—looking for hidden meanings in the recent videos the group had posted was starting to make her feel like she was overreacting at best and paranoid at worst. 
There were pictures of him with a variety of hair colors and outfits, taken over time, and he was flawless in all of them. Even ones she came across where he wasn’t glammed out in full makeup made it obvious he was just one of the lucky ones, naturally born attractive. 
“How many wardrobe malfunctions can one person have throughout their career?” Y/N found herself muttering, spying yet another photo where Jimin’s fancy jacket was sliding down his arm. “Is he allergic to keeping his shirt on his shoulders?”
Though, given how many fan compilations existed that compiled every single moment where Jimin’s shirt or jacket hadn’t quite managed to stay all the way on, it didn’t seem like there were many complaints. Army was swooning and swooning hard if anything. 
But really, being sued within an inch of her life wasn’t even the worst part about it all. If someone saw the “notes” section of her phone, they’d have her committed first, and ask questions later. She’d have her committed, under normal circumstances.
 Because what she had experienced not once, but twice? It went against everything she stood for. Logical, grounded, a firm believer in science and fact. Facts didn’t support phenomena like getting sucked through a mirror and ending up in an idol’s dance studio. 
Facts didn’t support seeing the face of another idol—because she now knew the reason the man in the mirror looked vaguely familiar was because he was another BTS member, Seokjin—instead of her own reflection when she went to brush her teeth. It just…didn’t make sense. 
Science couldn’t support it. It was nuts. Yet it happened to her. And that was the only reason she believed it. Too bad no one else would. Or worse, if and when Jimin announced he’d be pressing charges for assault, and she had confessed beforehand to someone…it would probably be taken as evidence the attack was premeditated.
 Sure, they’d have to prove how she got in. But…but still! She couldn’t risk it. Wouldn’t. Which meant her phone was her only safe secret-keeper. They were co-conspirators in it all. 
Speaking of the damned cursed thing… trying to outright return it hadn’t worked, even though she had the receipt and everything! She still remembered the bizarre events that day.
Y/N was almost out of breath by the time she entered the phone store, embarrassingly worked up in front of the few strangers milling around inside. She got a few curious, side-long glances, and then they went back to perusing the inventory.
“Welcome!” Called an employee already speaking to other customers. “Someone will assist you shortly.”
Y/N gave a short, affirmative nod, trying not to come off anxious as she glanced around. Everything looked…the same as the night she had bought the phone. Shiny new models on display, the monitor above their heads playing a loop of advertisements for different Samsung products, and everything neatly put away and organized. Absently, she began to think over the store’s layout, and the fact that it could have a strong subconscious effect on the consumer. Organization of inventory could actually play a role in whether or not someone wanted to buy something.
But, putting that aside, the store didn’t look like the kind of place that would sell someone a phone that would ruin their life. Looks could be deceiving, though. Who knew what was actually afoot?
“Oh, can I help you, miss?” A middle-aged woman wearing the store’s polo top came over with a tag that said her name was Hayoung asked in an attentive tone.
Y/N was quick to nod. “I’m here to make a return, actually. I bought a phone from your store not long ago.”
“Was the item not to your liking?” Hayoung asked, guiding her over to an available station.
The university student glanced down at the phone in question, which she’d placed back in the original purchase box. “You could…say that.” She mumbled. “I’ve thought about it, and I really don’t need anything even half this fancy.” Telling the woman she thought the phone might have it in for her was out of the question. “So I’d like to exchange it for something simpler.”
Hayoung dutifully accepted the box, scanning the barcode and then lifting up the lid. Y/N had anticipated a smooth return in which she’d flash her receipt, maybe some ID, and have the exchange completed in no time. But when Hayoung’s brow furrowed, she knew she wouldn’t like whatever the saleswoman was going to say.
“Is…is something wrong?”
“Well,” she paused, “Are you sure you purchased your phone here? From this store? I know we’ve had models similar to this in stock before, but this one’s just not ringing up.”
“Really?” Y/N shook her head, rummaging around in her purse. “I don’t see how that could be. I have the receipt if that helps…” 
She then proceeded to go through her small purse, searching the exact spot she knew she had folded and placed the receipt. “Um, hold on a minute please,” Hayoung waited expectantly as Y/N kept looking, growing increasingly more frustrated as she turned the contents of her purse inside out hunting for the receipt. 
No, no way was she ever that careless. She had made sure she put it into her purse before leaving the apartment, and she didn’t exactly care that much in it to begin with! It was all zipped up tight, so how could it have fallen out?!
It took several more long, awkward moments of searching futilely in vein for her to realize it was true. The receipt was no where to be found. Trying to fight down the flush of defeat crossing her cheeks, Y/N cleared her throat, speaking diplomatically, “I’m sorry, I don’t seem to have my receipt on hand after all. I guess I’ll just…try to search it out and return when I do.”
“Oh, there’s no need. Our system can search for and find the purchase if you happen to have the card on hand.”
Y/N wanted to slump over in defeat, “Actually my friend bought it…”
“Oh,” Hayoung tilted her head, “Do you happen to know the account number used?”
Y/N mentally wondered if Binna was free. She shouldn’t be in class right now, right? So it would be okay to quickly give her a call and get this sorted out. She had to leave the store without this phone. That was a must!
 “H-Hold on please!” It was a little embarrassing, snatching the phone she had been trying to return from its box and powering it on. In anticipation of making the return, Y/N had thought to wipe it and remove the SIM card chip, but then recalled hearing it was best to do that at the store when the transaction was complete, in case there was something forgotten on the phone that still needed to be retrieved.
Hastily scrolling down the admittedly short contacts’ list, Y/N located Binna’s number and pressed the button to dial. The phone rang three times, and she anxiously tapped her foot as she waited to see if her friend would pick up. ‘Please, Bin. Come on. Please.’
Of course, as it always was when she needed something to work out, it didn’t quite go smoothly. Binna hadn’t picked up, and she had ended up ending the call right before it switched to voice mail. Typing out a text message asking for the information she needed, Y/N had glared spitefully down at the phone.
“Do you recall the name of the clerk who sold you the phone?” Hayoung asked gently. 
Y/N thought it over, the sales associate’s face floating to mind. “Yes, his name was Suk-kyu.”
“Hmm, that name doesn’t sound familiar.” Hayoung shook her head. “I’ve been employed here three years and never heard anyone go by that name,”
It was unlike her, but Y/N felt she was entitled to a bit of out of character behavior when her jaw actually dropped. “You’re kidding…”
But, Hayoung assured her, she was not. She didn’t think they had ever carried the exclusive Army Edition of the phone. She didn’t know who Suk-kyu was, and Y/N couldn’t find her receipt, the only bit of evidence that might have been able to successfully lift the burden of the phone from her person. She had left the store, apologizing for wasting the patient woman’s time, and feeling like she was at least partially going crazy. 
Needless to say, Y/N had been…anxious about the phone since then. A bit scared, even. A fear she had no choice but to shoulder in silence for the time being. There wasn’t much she could do but continue searching high and low for the receipt and hope it turned up soon.
 In the meantime, she didn’t let on that anything was wrong, using the phone like before, though limiting that to when it was really necessary. No more playing around with it or downloading apps. Nope, she didn’t want to risk getting too attached to the thing. 
The only thing she did besides make calls was research. Things she never would have thought about looking up before. Like, unexplained phenomena with electronics, most of which led to completely wild conspiracy theories or dead ends.
Y/N had been so engrossed in breaking her brain over what to do, she jumped when the apartment door swung open, turning around on the coach to see Binna march in, a few grocery bags in her hands. Keys in her mouth, she gently kicked the door closed, humming to herself until she happened to look up and spot Y/N.
“Oh!” Binna hustled into the small kitchen to set her bags down, then her keys. “Y/N, didn’t expect to see you here right now. You’ve got class today, right?”
“It was canceled…” she sighed, sliding down the couch cushions and placing her phone on the coffee table. “The professor’s out sick with the flu.”
Binna winced in sympathy. “Yikes, poor guy…”
“Yeah,” Y/N took great care not to get sick, so she hadn’t so much as had a cold in years, but she still remembered times when she was a child in bed with chills, body aches and a fever. Once she had even had pneumonia, her mother forced to call out from work and nurse her back to health. “He just wanted us to go over the assignment we’ve been working on since the start of the semester. You know, take this as independent study time basically. But…”
“Buuut, knowing you,” Binna smiled, “You’ve already taken the initiative and gotten a head start a long time ago, so you’re ahead of everyone else.”
“Done, actually,” Y/N confirmed, not afraid to admit to her efficiency. 
Her roommate made a noise of encouragement as she began to put the groceries away. It didn’t look like much. A loaf of bread, some bottles of sauce they’d been running low on, some eggs and a carton of milk.
 “That’s great, since it actually kind of works out. Chin-Mae and Min Su invited me to check out this new steak house that just opened up. I heard reservations are booked out for weeks already, but thanks to Min Su’s connections, we can go this evening. What do you say?” Binna wiggled her eyebrows, trying to entice Y/N. 
“Alright, I’m in,” she agreed.
“Because I’m sure they won’t mind adding just one more to our party, especially if that person is you…” Binna continued to ramble.
“Bin, did you hear me?” Y/N clucked, pinching the bridge of her nose. “I said I’m in.”
Eyes round as the eggs she had put away, Binna blinked, nodded, and finally broke out into an ear to ear grin. “Oh, wow, that’s new. I m-mean not that it isn’t great you wanna join us, but…”
“What?” Y/N felt a little defensiveness creeping up on her, and she probably didn’t do the best job completely hiding it from her tone. “You made the invite, and you said Min Su and Chin-Mae would be fine with it. Did you not…really want me to come along?”
They thought she would kill the mood, the nasty little whisper entered her head unbidden. They thought she was so stuffy and boring.
“What, Y/N, no!” Binna immediately denied, “I’m really glad you can make it,” she shot over to the couch, wrapping her arms around her friend’s neck from behind as she bent over for the hug. “It’s true you normally put up a little more resistance when we ask you to come somewhere. You stay so busy, so I was a little surprised is all. But I’m glad you’re agreeing.”
Y/N’s tense shoulders relaxed, and she mentally sighed to herself, feeling silly. Of course, of course her friends wanted her there. And this was Binna, who struggled to have a bad thought about anybody. Secretly resentful definitely wasn’t her style. 
But with the stress she had been under, and the dread she’d done her best not to give into, Y/N could admit her nerves had been on edge. “Yeah, sorry about that…” she laughed weakly, reaching up and patting one of the arms looped around her neck. “I don’t know where that came from, but I’m happy to eat a little steak if Min Su’s recommending it.” The man had the best luck finding good places to eat, or stores that sold exactly what you were looking for but probably overlooked. 
“Good girl,” Binna uncoiled her arms and leaned back against the couch itself. “That’s the spirit. And hey, I heard from some of the girls in the campus’ BTS fan club that one of the guys on campus might be related to one of the waiters who might have catered the food on the set of a music video for Taehyung!”
She said it in a breathy squeal, and Y/N couldn’t help but smile indulgently. She was almost sure she knew which one Taehyung was, but she still wouldn’t put money on it. It might just as soon be someone else. Maybe Namjoon? 
She’d gotten more familiar with their names but as most of her time perusing videos and photos had been spent investigating Jimin, she wasn’t entirely sure on the others’ faces. Well, besides Jin and J-Hope. 
“Nice,” she said, letting Binna get all her gushing out as she texted Chin-Mae just to make sure it really was okay if she tagged along. Stupid to be anxious about feeling unsure if everyone really wanted her to come, but better to be safe than sorry.
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She was impressed the minute they walked through the door. Min Su stopped trying to sneak an arm around Chin-Mae’s waist and immediately went over to talk to the maître d. The two men spoke cordially, the head waiter confirmed their reservation, and then they were led to their table with a flourish. 
Binna was practically bouncing on her heels, squealing under her breath. “Can you believe this place?” she whispered excitedly, “I feel like a movie star, coming here.”
The restaurant was definitely lavish, so she understood where her friend was coming from. The tables were polished stained oak, and lit by a candle to provide ambiance, and the floors were a gorgeous brown tile that Y/N suspected to be marble. 
The restaurant was done in a mixture of black, gold with high beam wood ceilings and low atmospheric lighting. They walked past a bar, long and oval, with shimmering glasses the team of bartender would pull down as they did impressive tricks to wow the gathered guests. 
“It’s one of the hottest spots in Gangnam right now,” Chin-Mae commented as they sat down. The table comfortably fit the four of them, and everyone got settled as a young woman hurried over, handing them menus and introducing herself. 
“This is so cool,” Binna exclaimed, still wiggling in place. She shook Y/N’s arm. She was all done up with some icy blue eye shadow that matched her aqua dress, and a more subtle plum shade of lipstick. 
Her hair was secured in a complicated twist by a pin she recognized from the last time they had gone shopping together. Y/N adjusted the shawl draped over her shoulders, pulling down her own strapless dress. Binna had helped her pick accessories, which were mostly shades of amber or gold, and apply some light makeup. 
Y/N chuckled, nodding as she scanned the menu, trying her best to ignore the listed prices. She had come fully prepared to pay her own way, but Min Su insisted the meal was going to be on him. It must have been nice.
 The perks of being from an affluent family, she supposed. The guy was already well on his way to being a successful lawyer, following the family tradition. He had moved all the way from his hometown in China to come and work on his master’s degree at one of the top universities in Korea, just for a change of pace. “Thanks again for letting us crash your date night, guys.” Binna beamed.
“Please,” Chin-Mae scoffed lightly, not looking up from his menu. “What was I supposed to do all evening? Talk to him?”
Min Su pouted, but it didn’t diminish the fond glow in his eyes as he leaned over his boyfriend’s shoulder and whispered something in his ear that gave Chin-Mae pause.
 Their friend cut a sharp look at his partner, smacking his thigh and then proceeding to ignore the man who was happily leaning into him and commenting on the menu. Yeah, nothing new there. Min Su was totally gone on Chin-Mae, as always.
 There was nothing about Chin-Mae’s bluntness or dismissive attitude in public that ever put him off. If anything, the mean behavior only served to make Min Su try harder. Though, she and Binna both knew Chin-Mae wouldn’t be with someone this long if he wasn’t just as serious about them.
 He was just a straight shooter, raised in a family that wasn’t completely accepting of who he was, and unfortunately awkward and out of his depth about how to handle someone as affectionate and doting as the man he happened to fall in love with.
 They were well suited in that regard. Min Su was patient and persistent enough to shower Chin-Mae in all the attention he needed to overcome the lingering doubts about being worthy of such deep love and devotion. 
Y/N was perfectly fine, pursuing the path she was. Career goals first, everything else second. But sometimes, watching them, a little envy did ignite.
 It must have been nice to find something like that, and she was truly happy for them. It didn’t seem likely she’d have time in the near future to go out and chase it for herself, of course. And she wasn’t really worried about it. 
“So, what’ll it be for you guys?” Y/N cleared her throat, interrupting the warm and cozy silence they’d all been existing in.
“Ohh, I think I’m gonna have the smoked chicken and spinach salad, and a side of the fried mushrooms,” Binna announced, tongue poking out in concentration as her finger followed where the items she wanted were on the menu.
“You’re going so easy on him.” Chin-Mae remarked. “I’m getting the iron skillet trout,” he squinted, leaning further into the menu. Min Su only smiled, plucking the reading glasses from Chin Mae’s breast pocket that he had forgotten to put on and placing them on his face for him.
 The absent-minded pat he got on the hand for it made the law student’s whole face light up. “And the chicken fried steak. That okay, babe?” He might not have looked it, exactly, but Chin-Mae had a healthy appetite. And if they were coming to such an exclusive restaurant for the first time, it wasn’t surprising he wouldn’t be keen to hold back.
Min Su was nodding encouragingly before Chin-Mae had even fully gotten the question out of his mouth. “And what about you, Y/N?”
She clammed up slightly, having been looking at the menu, mentally ruling out what seemed too expensive, or wasn’t quite her taste. “Uh, the pot roast sounds like a filling entree.”
“And?” Chin-Mae prodded, interlocking his hands together and leaning on them.
“And nothing,” Y/N shook her head. “It comes with two sides, that’s more than enough.”
“Boo,” Her friend hissed dramatically. “Fine. If neither one of you is going to take advantage of this, then I guess it’s up to me.”
Their waitress returned with a tray of drinks at precisely that moment, and as she set them down in front of the correct person, everyone began telling her their orders, which she jotted down without missing a beat.
 Only Min Su had actually ordered any steak, but, given the price of a 24 oz there was just no way she felt comfortable doing that to the poor guy, even if he was a good sport about it and more than capable of handling a large bill. 
As they sat, sipping their champagne and waiting on the food, something Y/N had been putting off thinking about started floating through her mind. Ever since the whole Jimin fiasco, despite her deep diving and frantic searching, nothing had turned up that indicated anyone was coming after her. 
But she just wasn’t willing to believe she’d gotten away that easily. She almost killed a celebrity. And, due to that, she’d really wanted to seek legal advice from Min Su, under the guise of some far-fetched hypothetical, of course. Her friends weren’t onto her, and she couldn’t give them a reason to be. 
She just had to find a way to casually broach the topic…
“Oh,” Binna gasped from her side, drawing the whole table’s attention to herself. She was carefully scrolling her phone with a freshly manicured nail, scowling slightly. It was so rare that Binna displayed any actual disdain, it had Y/N a bit curious. 
“What’s wrong, Bin?”
“It’s nothing,” she replied immediately, then paused. “Well it’s not nothing but, it’s just…I really wished we lived in a world that respected idols as people, you know? Some people call themselves fans and act like famous people aren’t allowed to have any boundaries.” She then went on to describe how there’d been another sasaeng incident reported on a news site she followed to keep up with celebrity gossip. 
Apparently, it was a pretty serious one, and crazed ‘fans’ had attacked an actress a well-known idol was reported to be dating. Her bodyguard had fended them off, but the actress still went to the hospital with some injuries. 
Y/N perked up slightly, but Min Su and Chin-Mae were thankfully too engrossed in listening to Binna rant to notice. It would be much easier to bring up her question using the information Binna had just provided them as a pretext.
 It was about time she had a stroke of good luck. Stopping to think it over, Y/N cringed. Not that she wasn’t sympathetic to the poor woman who had been harmed because of someone’s delusions. But it just…presented an opportunity she had to take, and….
‘Oh, why am I trying to rationalize it to myself?! I should just ask the question before the subject changes.’
 That decided, she opened her mouth and spoke, doing her best to make it seem as casual as possible. “So Min Su, you’re practically a lawyer. What kind of charges could that person face? Attacking a celebrity and inflicting bodily harm isn’t the same as harassing them for a photo.”
 Y/N silently patted herself on the back, sitting from her glass with an expression carefully schooled to look only mildly interested. Inside was another matter. She was rocking back in forth, heart hammering and eyes wide, waiting for an answer with baited breath.
“Hmm, well, I’ve mostly studied corporate law.” He admitted, playing with a ring on his index finger, “But I do know that given the severity, it’s likely both the actress and the company she’s represented under will press charges. Things are also moving faster these days, prosecuting people who do things like that.” 
Y/N swallowed, eyes fixated on Min Su’s thoughtful expression. “There were also witnesses, so it’s very likely to result in a conviction.” Yes, there had been a witness in her case too. Well, J-Hope had only seen her fleetingly. Maybe. Hopefully not. But if she was on any camera then…it was most definitely over for her.
 “The court could go light on them if it was a first offense…they might be sentenced to a large fine and community service…” Okay, Y/N thought. It would probably drain her savings, but it was still possible to bounce back and have a future, right? She could still put it in the past and become a CEO one day, right?! “Then again, it was a premeditated attack. Jail time is also a strong possibility.”
Her heart sank back down to her feet. Jail. What successful CEO in Korea had been to jail before graduating, and for assaulting an idol no less. 
‘I. Am. Done.’
“What’s the matter, Y/N?” Binna giggled, “You look like you smelled a rotten egg. But I guess hearing about how far some crazy people will go is pretty disgusting, isn’t it? I don’t think I’ll have much sympathy for them, whatever happens.”
“…Yeah…” Y/N said once her words came unstuck. That was another thing. Her sweet friend was going to think she was a criminal. She had known Binna since high school, having shared a homeroom class with her. They were vague acquaintances then, friendly enough to speak from time to time but by no means close enough to hang out between classes or after school. 
In fact, admittedly, Y/N used to wonder if Binna’s perky personality was just an act. It had to be, in her cynical rationalizing, because who was really that upbeat, in high school? 
Later on, she would realize she was just projecting, and once she stopped doing that was when she truly came to appreciate Binna for all that she was, steadfast and supportive. Although they didn’t become close, didn’t become friends, until meeting at orientation when arriving at Korea University. 
“They knew the consequences before they did it.” Chin-Mae joined in, swishing the last of his champagne around before drinking it down. “It’s stupid to think your life won’t be impacted when you run wild like that.”
Except, Y/N wanted to wail. She hadn’t known. She wasn’t a sasaeng, and she knew she had assaulted someone but at the same time she hadn’t really done anything wrong. Except maybe buy a cursed magical phone, that somehow was behind all this.
…Yeah, she’d just keep that thought to herself. 
“Well,” Y/N smiled, “Thanks for giving your input.” She told Min Su, who nodded, humming with a cheerful ‘no problem’.
A cartoony chime went off, and Binna groaned as she stared down at her phone, “Nooo,” she sighed, sounding truly remorseful. “Right now?”
“What’s happening?” Chin-Mae raised a brow.
“Jimin is going live!” She whined, “And normally I’d watch but I’m having such a great time with all of you, and I don’t want to be rude…”
“It’s fine, go ahead.” Y/N said, forcing a smile. “We know how addicted to that stuff you are.” Really, she wanted the floor to swallow her into the abyss. She knew the minute she heard that sound what was going on. If her phone had been turned on, they would have heard the same noise coming from her purse too.
She had made an account on several apps BTS often broadcasted their lives to, and set an alert for just that occasion. There were a couple of false alarms she hadn’t tuned into once she saw they weren’t from the person she was basically stalking at this point. But this was it. The big moment. 
He hadn’t done a solo live since the accident…but Binna said his members had mentioned that he had a small accident while practicing and was recovering well. 
All of Army was behind him, sending him tons of well wishes from all over the world. It was sweet, but she wondered how fast they would turn if they knew she was behind their beloved idol’s injuries. 
“Yeah, what Y/N said,” Chin-Mae rolled his eyes. “Check on your man,” he joked.
Binna giggled, flashing them a cute heart. “He’s not my man,” she replied playfully, “I’d have to get in line for that. Plus, I’m really more of an OT7, you know? It’s really hard to stick with one bias.”
 Nonetheless, when she began to watch, since Y/N couldn’t exactly whip out her phone and do the same without raising suspicion, she subtly leaned closer to at least listen.
Of course, Binna was always more astute than she let on. “Oh, did you wanna see too?” She angled the screen so they could both see before Y/N even had the chance to protest. 
And the live was just starting, the exact same idol she had seen what felt like a lifetime ago was sitting in a room by himself. It looked like he was on a couch, legs crossed, looking small in his soft oversized sweater and giving the camera a cute wave. “Hi, everyone,” his sweet voice said. “Thank you for waiting on me!”
Gushing comments poured in, cheering him and welcoming him back, asking him what he’d been up to, and telling him he looked good. Jimin tilted his head, a coy, secretive smile appearing on his shiny lips. Y/N couldn’t tell if he was wearing gloss or if they always looked like that.
 She had been a bit too preoccupied the one and only time she had the opportunity to see them in person. He had dyed his hair a different color, though. It was now a shade of strawberry blonde that complimented his angelic features well.
 “Well, I haven’t been up to much. Just resting, really.” he explained. “Even on days when I felt better and tried to join practices, the members just shooed me away.” He laughed. “Oh, but look at this!” He reached down, his head dipping out of screen for a minute, popping up seconds later holding a little pot. “Taehyung got me this ‘get well’ plant!” He showed them a cute little sapling.
Binna cooed, Y/N glancing at her then refocusing on his words. Who knew when a hidden meaning would pop up.
“I don’t know how well I’ll be able to take care of it; I’m not sure if I have a green thumb. But I’ll try my best!”
Comments came pouring in again, people saying he was going to enter his plant dad era, because collecting succulents could be addicting.
 Other people gushed at the sweetness of the VMin friendship, whatever that was, and yet more people reminded Jimin that he looked really good. Yet one comment in particular seemed to catch his eye, and he squinted, seemingly intrigued. 
“Hmm? You wish you were a plant so I could take care of you?” He repeated. “You don’t have to be a plant for me to want to take care of you.” The statement was very matter-of-fact, “You’re Army. I’ll always watch over Army.”
Binna sounded like she released a tiny sniffle. “Is he not just the sweetest?” She asked, nudging Y/N a bit. “Since you’re new to BTS, have you chosen a bias yet?”
Y/N wished she could tell her the real reason behind her sudden interest, but that was kind of out of the question. “No, not yet…”
“Y/N’s a BTS fan now?” Chin-Mae asked, “Since when?”
“Pretty recent.” Binna replied.
Y/N was only half listening to her friends, mostly focusing on Jimin’s chatter. Someone was still insisting they wanted to be his plant, and he looked nothing short of amused. 
“Okay, if you insist. Should I start a garden then?” He asked his fans. Y/N watched, stunned, as his bright eyes narrowed into a practiced and very effective smolder. She had seen it in pictures before, but in real time it was really something else, “It’ll be full of so many pretty flowers, and you’ll all bloom just for me, right?” The heady purr of his words sent a shocked shiver right down her spine. 
Binna swooned, while Y/N felt her breath hitch. ‘What… the…hell…was that?!’ A flirty throwaway line like that had never had that effect on her before.
 But then, thinking back, he had flirted with her in the dance studio too. She’d just been too worried to pay attention. Clearly, the man was an old hand at the art of duality, going from wholesome to heathen in five seconds flat. That was…dangerous. 
Binna seemed to already know how she felt, leaning into her with a sigh. “That, Y/N, is what happens when Jimin turns from angel to demon.” Her friend explained. “I’d say you’ll get used to it, but odds are you probably won’t.”
Jimin then went back to amicably speaking to everyone, as if he hadn’t just teased fans within an inch of their lives. The conversation moved on, and he was speaking about upcoming projects he was excited about or a funny habit that he had noticed in his band member. All normal, non-threatening stuff. Y/N was almost thinking she could relax. Almost. 
“What? You want to tell me a secret?” Jimin was reading another comment. “Okay, I’m listening…”
Y/N quirked a brow at the comment. “Sometimes I dream about you.” it read.
The idol grinned, replying casually. “Sometimes I miss Army so much I end up thinking about all of you in the middle of the day.” Y/N’s blood ran cold as he looked intensely at the screen. “It’s almost like you’re there…”
That was it. The sign she was waiting for! He was talking to her. 
“I…” Y/N stumbled to her feet, startling Binna. “Need the bathroom, I’ll be back.”
“Oh, okay.” Her friend said slowly, setting down her phone. “Is anything wrong? You don’t…look so good suddenly.”
‘You wouldn’t either in my shoes,’ she thought miserably. ‘Park Jimin is going to sue me within an inch of my life.’
“It’s alright,” she held a hand to her stomach, selling the illusion of sudden nausea. “Just…lady problems.” She said lamely.
Poor Binna didn’t even question it; she nodded, eyes full of sympathy. “Well text if you need anything.” She squeezed Y/N’s hand. “I’ve got a few extra tampons in my purse.” she whispered discreetly. Really, Binna was too good of a friend for her. 
Y/N rounded the corner in a hurry, blindly guessing where the bathrooms might be located. She passed their waitress, rolling out a cart that she was pretty sure contained their meals. Everything looked delicious, and of course she couldn’t even enjoy the great evening Min Su had generously provided. All because she was screwed. 
She hustled into a bathroom as fancy as the rest of the steak house, and so spacious there would probably be an echo. She hustled over to the sink, activating the handless system by shoving her trembling fingers under it. As she splashed her face with warm water, the dread twisting up her stomach gave way to deja vu. 
‘This is just like…the event at the internship.’ The wild day that would be the beginning of the end of her life. Removing her hands from the water, she gently pressed the pad of her thumb up to her eye, tapping it a few times.
 Her makeup was well done, but it still felt like she could see bags. ‘At least it can’t get worse.’ She assumed. After all, what was worse than this? The dumb phone was put away in her clutch, turned off, and back at the table.
 The very least she could do was fake a smile so she didn’t ruin everyone’s meal, and enjoy what might be her last chance to experience this. They probably didn’t serve many steakhouse dinners where she was going. 
That thought firmly in mind, Y/N squared her shoulders and prepared to march back out, tightly gripping her clutch at her side. Wait, her clutch?!
Binna must have handed it over to her, assuming she might need it. She had said to text if she needed anything, and Y/N couldn’t exactly do that without a phone. Well, at least it was off. Y/N wasn’t totally sure what kind of phenomenon had disrupted her life, but it all started with that phone. 
No sooner had she backed away from the mirror than a wave of dizziness overtook her, sending her keeling forward. Instinctively, she clutched the sink to maintain her balance, almost screaming out when she looked up as the dizzy feeling passed. 
The mirror in front of her was the same as always, a reflection of her wide, mortified eyes. But the long glossy mirror that made up the entire wall of the bathroom at the entrance of the restroom? 
A reflection of another room, just like before. “No…” she whispered, not ready to admit that it was happening again. What was worse? All of it being real, or her losing her mind? “Not again…!”
She clenched her eyes shut, then attempted to get her feet moving. She would keep her head down and hurry right on past, to the exit. That was the plan at least. And she was making good progress to move without falling over in her modest heels, but the minute she actually got closer to the mirrors, a strange feeling overwhelmed her. 
Almost like a compulsion to stop. Y/N felt like she was watching a scene in a movie, watching a victim wander down the hall of a haunted house, towards the homicidal attacker lying in wait.
 Her feet were making her move on her own! Her fingertips reached out, and yet she had no control. She had to touch the mirror, see if that room on the other side was real. But deep down, she knew the answer before her fingers made contact.
It was a strange emotion somewhere between surprise resignation when she wobbled onto a floor that was not marble and found her eyes darting around a room that was not the steak house. 
Pressing against the mirror desperately, she confirmed what a large part of her had assumed. There was no give to the mirror, apparently no way back from the time being. Was she even still in Gangnam?
Her senses were feeding her all kinds of information, and frankly, it was starting to overwhelm her. The raw scents of sweat, male musk, and ammonia could only mean one thing, and it was further proven when she peered around the blind corner of a painted brick wall, only to see two people exercising. 
Well, one was doing stretches, and with the way he hopped up, he had just finished. An older man in a tank top and sweats had pads strapped to his hands, and Y/N watched closely, not even daring to breathe, as the younger man sat down and laced boxing gloves onto his taped hands. 
He stood up, and who she assumed was his trainer got into a defensive stance while the younger man hopped around nimbly. Y/N watched, wide-eyed as they began to train, the guy in the black hoodie practicing blocking, jabbing and dodging.
 It was clear he had put a lot of dedication into this. Y/N was never much of a sports person, but she knew the result of hard-work when she saw it. His moves were fluid, and instead of slowing down, they got quicker the more he went at it. 
Somehow, it never felt like a good time to draw their attention to herself, go wobbling over in her dinner attire, and ask for directions back to the High Tower SteakHouse. She had a few other options, of course, like calling Binna. Or maybe Chin-Mae…but how did she explain it? 
She had gone to the restroom for a few minutes and wound up in a completely different location without leaving the restaurant?! Then again, it meant they would really have no choice but to believe her. 
It was impossible for her to have gone anywhere far when they all saw her leave for the bathroom. Maybe she could sneak out while they were distracted and then call when she was outside the gym, not standing around all conspicuous.
Y/N was weighing the merits of her plan when she heard an excited yell, whipping her head around and watching the trainer give his client a few congratulatory pats on the back, apparently satisfied with the work he’d put in for the day. 
They began speaking lowly to themselves, and Y/N paled when she noticed the only door out of the room she could spot was behind them…. The corner she was standing behind seemed to be where the water fountains and locker rooms were located. 
Hiding out in there was another option, but it didn’t exactly appeal when she would have to keep checking to see when the gym was empty. Right now it was just the two of them, but what if more people came in? 
They’d have questions about someone being dressed like she was, right? Then again she could also be found out just staying put where she was. Ugh…it was beyond frustrating. 
Her luck was completely shot, huh?
A little hope returned when the trainer waved at the young man and then began heading for the exit. She assumed they were done for the day, and the second guy would be done soon too. But not so, because then she’d actually be lucky. 
As soon as his trainer had cleared the room, he gave a loud sigh, beginning to shimmy out of his hoodie. Y/N didn’t think she was close enough to make the door in the small moment he had his vision obstructed, but she was close enough to get an eyeful.
 If his training earlier hadn’t tipped her off that he was dedicated, his physique would have. He was all hard lines, though the minuscule glimpse of a thin waist when his shirt rode up with his hoodie was impressive too.
 She could see a full sleeve of tattoos decorating one arm, and coupled with his longish two-toned hair, a deep brown that gave way to a raging red, he was kind of…hard to look at. Distracting in a way she didn’t anticipate. She didn’t get distracted, not usually.  
He, on the other hand, got straight to business. Oblivious of her presence, he walked right over to the large, hanging punching bag and began to hit it. But he wasn’t just hitting it. Again, Y/N was no boxing aficionado, but she knew he knew what he was doing. 
His strikes were always controlled, his breathing never ragged the way she could guess hers would be. He pivoted on his back foot, and she knew that the small movement put more power into his strikes.
 He was hitting the bag like it owed him money, grunting occasionally, the muscles in his arms and shoulders flexing in his t-shirt. At some point, Y/N figured he would stop. He would either head out the door, or into the locker room, and that was when she would flee. 
Hopefully, wherever the cruel cosmic entity that thought her life was a joke had dumped her, it wasn’t very far from the restaurant. Then again, shouldn’t she have gotten a worried text by now? 
She’d been gone for a while. Or, maybe Binna had actually come to check on her and seen that she had disappeared entirely. Y/N could imagine the freak out as Binna flailed her way back to the table and informed Min Su and Chin-Mae that somehow, someway, she’d been kidnapped. 
What was her life lately, she thought miserably. With nothing to really do but scroll her phone or continue to watch the mystery man go at it, she turned to checking what news was trending for the day. Normally, she at least kept up with news involving the business world, if nothing else.
 The celebrity gossip blogs she left to Binna, BTS investment notwithstanding. Stocks were up at several companies she had an interest in working at after graduation—assuming she made it with her life in chaos lately—so that was good.
 A CEO had resigned from his post at a company she had almost interned at but decided not to at the last minute off a strange feeling. Some scandal involving embezzlement. So she dodged a bullet there.
 And, lastly, BTS’ Jungkook had endorsed some new sports brand, and now merchandise was selling out faster than it could be restocked. The article included a picture of Jungkook, posing in shorts and a t-shirt next to a mountain of different athletic gear for various sports. 
Wait. Y/N could have swallowed her tongue. Wait. That man, the man in the picture and the one boxing…were the same person?!
Feeling like she may just be sick, Y/N did a quick check, and really took in the boxer. That was undoubtedly the idol pictured in the article. 
Not only was she going to jail for assaulting one BTS member (albeit on accident) a fact that she had managed to forget up until that moment, she got pulled back into the same thing that got her in trouble before, and ended up crossing paths with another one?! 
Once it came out what happened between her and Park Jimin, there was no possible way people would believe she wasn’t a sasaeng. The circumstantial evidence just kept getting more and more damning. 
Jungkook. Jungkook. What did she know about Jungkook? Admittedly not much, considering all her focus had really been on Jimin for obvious reasons. She knew…that Binna said he was the youngest in the boy group. He was multitalented, and here her friend swore she wasn’t exaggerating or anything.
 According to her, he was like some kind of Barbie of idols, he could do it all. Those weren’t her exact words, but it was the gist. Jungkook also had a habit of being a little shy around members of the opposite sex, or so it was claimed. 
Y/N personally had always thought all idols had to be manufacturing some parts of their personalities for public consumption. Who knew which parts? None of the scraps of information she had been fed told her anything about whether he was liable to press charges for stalking him or not.
Then again, he was an idol, and knowing that, Y/N had to assume he had gone out of his way to book private gym time, hence why the spacious work out room was empty save for him. Which meant him catching her was going to lead to a world of trouble. 
How good were her odds if she just booked it for the exit the minute he went back to the locker room? Or if he left, she’d wait a little bit to be sure he had cleared the building, then she’d leave too. Waiting…yep…that’s all she could do. If she wasn’t in a dress, and didn’t find the idea so dirty, she would slump over on the floor.
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Jungkook caught the punching bag as it swung back from his last strike, finally feeling satisfied with his boxing for the time being. His limbs had that good burn that he liked, and his heart rate was up, despite his controlled breathing. But he wasn’t ready to leave just yet, so he decided to switch from boxing to something new. After a break.
Unlacing his boxing gloves, he found his gym bag and rummaged inside for his water bottle. Sitting down on a mat, he took a few sips, trying not to gulp it down too fast. His bottle was empty in no time, despite his attempts at moderation, and refilling before he resumed working out didn’t seem like a bad idea. 
His footsteps echoing in the big empty gym was probably his imagination, but the weird sight when he rounded the corner? That he was pretty sure was real. Leaning against the wall, a woman…no, a girl, dressed up like she had somewhere important to be was nodding off. He froze, staring, all kinds of thoughts flying through his head. 
Who was she? How’d she get in? When did she get in? Was she dangerous? Did he need to call for back up? Jungkook had purposely began training at this gym because it was exclusive. As his fame had grown, unfortunately he had to stop using more easy to find public gyms.
 The one at HYBE was an option, but sometimes he wanted something…quieter. Trainees who came in meant well, and they tried to be respectful besides giving him friendly greetings, but they couldn’t help but gawk, and that made it awkward when he was trying to get in the zone. Here, he had thought, was perfect.
But maybe he was rushing to conclusions. He didn’t know anything about the situation besides a girl in a nice dress was falling asleep by the water fountains while standing up. Her head slumped forward, then snapped up quickly as she jolted awake, eyes wide and alert. 
That was when they locked gazes, and his loose, sore muscles tensed right up. She, on the other hand, curled away like she was facing a thug in an alley. It was bemusing; yeah he’d bulked up a lot in the last several years after he got serious about training. Jungkook never considered himself all that intimidating, though. 
“Are you… staff?” he asked, since it didn’t seem like she was going to speak up first. Not with the way she kept looking like the guillotine was coming down on her head any moment. 
It took a reasonably long time for her to compose herself and answer, which was another pretty big tip off that something was not right. He was ready to whip out his phone and call security. Or at least he would be, if he hadn’t put it on do not disturb and left it in his bag. 
“This is all a misunderstanding, really,” she warbled, her hands slapped the wall behind her like she was trying to steady herself. “I didn’t…I didn’t mean to be here.”
“What?” Jungkook was definitely growing suspicious. No one who wasn’t up to something just answered like that.
“I was just going to wait until you left and I guess I started to nod off…” she ran a shaky hand through her hair, disturbing it a little. “But really, please, if you’ll pretend you never saw me, I promise, I’ll be on my way.”
He backed away quickly as she lurched forward, but before he could tell her not to do anything funny, she bowed very formally, and the idol watched, perplexed. When he didn’t respond in any way, she resumed her upright position, then tried to brush by him with her head down. 
Though, when he noticed the phone clenched tight in her fist, he acted without thinking. Something his hyungs had told him to be careful of doing in the past. At least they weren’t around to scold him.
“Hey,” he seized her wrist, and she stopped in her tracks, though he wasn’t expecting her reaction at all. Her eyes took in the hand on her like she could just flay it off with the intensity of her stare alone, and then she met his eyes head-on, hers surprisingly stony. “Your phone…”
“What about it?” she tried tugging her hand away, but he wasn’t ready to let go just yet. Not until he got some answers. He liked this gym. He wanted to keep using this gym, and at the thought that his privacy was being invaded yet again, and he would have to find somewhere else, yet again, he was getting a little worked up. 
“That’s an Army phone, a Galaxy Z Flip 4: Army Edition.”
Her eyes widened, and then she scoffed, shaking her head. “Yeah, I guess you would know. But to tell you the truth, though I can admire your band’s marketability, this phone itself has been nothing but problems. This is just the latest one. Now, please, let go.” There was some bite in her tone now, her voice surprisingly stern. 
When she tugged again, he acquiesced, something she probably didn’t expect, since she stumbled before catching herself. And when she felt her cellphone tugged right out of her hand? She rounded on him, scowling. “That belongs to me.” She held her hand out, clearly expecting it back.
“Why are you here? This is a private gym, and you don’t sound like you’re staff.”
She snatched for the phone, but he held it away, using his speed to his advantage. “Are you Army?”
“What? No,” she sounded offended by the notion, which in turn offended him. Then again, a true Army wouldn’t do this to him. Wouldn’t invade his space. “And what does that matter?”
“You’re not Army but you’ve got a phone that’s a rare exclusive. Only Army would want to own something like this. And if you’d go this far, you might be a sasaeng.” 
Here, she did pause in trying to retrieve her phone, a bit red in the face under her makeup. “Please, between my class schedule and internship, who would even have the time? The people who think stalking and harassing idols is worth jeopardizing their future for really need…” Surprisingly, the girl tried to jump for the phone like she wasn’t in heels, but he held it above his head, which meant it was way above hers, “…a hobby!”
“So I won’t find pictures you secretly took on this?” Jungkook squinted, not convinced. 
“No!” She hissed, jumping again, “Now who’s invading whose privacy, you…you muscle-headed, bunny-eyed brute!” 
He was so taken aback, he faltered, and with one last pounce, the mystery girl had snatched the phone, though not without a cost.
 Before she could even yell out in triumph, her heel wobbled and her foot rolled. Jungkook watched in slow motion, wincing in automatic sympathy as she went down. 
Time sped up as she cried out, on the ground and clutching her ankle in a dress too nice to be touching the bare gym floor. He stood over her, carefully watching her face at first. He could tell she was in pain, but attempting not to show the extent.
 Something about that alone…took him back to his early days. A wave of nostalgia he didn’t want to feel washed over him. He would hide his exhaustion, sometimes even hide injuries sustained while on stage until the end of a performance, until he couldn’t hide it anymore, just to avoid worrying his hyungs.
 And when they caught him, like they inevitably always did, he’d cry, apologize, worry they would resent him. It didn’t make sense to everyone, probably only to those who had experience firsthand with the feeling. Not wanting to let others down, wanting to live up to everyone’s expectations, struggling with the fact that they were still human.
The girl gingerly tried to shift her injured ankle, and that alone seemed to send a fresh wave of pain throbbing through it. With the way she bit her lip and clenched her eyes to stifle the cry he could just tell. 
And even though Jungkook had been concerned about a million things regarding her appearance, including that she might be another delusional ‘fan’, no one could fake pain that expertly. Plus, she’d have to be some actress to make her ankle swell on command.
 It was probably stupid of him to drop his guard, even for a second, but he found himself dropping to his knees, almost reaching out, and then hesitating. She stared up at him through her lashes, her own eyes as guarded as his had been, but wavering as she focused on ignoring her obvious injury. “I need…I need to call my friend.”
Making up his mind, Jungkook loosely grasped her foot by the heel, ignoring her half-hearted attempts to swat his hand away. He extended her leg, careful not to hurt her as he manipulated her foot to get a better idea of how bad it was. “You rolled it pretty hard.” He finally concluded.
“Yeah, no kidding.” Jungkook briefly met eyes with her again, but she stubbornly looked away. “I wonder how that happened.”
Guilt hit him pretty fast. Yeah. Even if he thought she was an intruder, he should have just called security and let them handle it. They were never far, and there was no way she could have stopped him. Not by physically overpowering at least. 
“Hang on,” he told her, setting her foot down and getting back on his feet. “I can help.”
“That’s a nice gesture,” she ground out, failing to hide a wince, “But really, I have my phone, so I can just call my fri—” she grabbed it and opened it, only for her face to fall. “Really? Now?” He heard her grumble irritably.
Noticing his quizzical face, turned a blank screen to him. “It’s dead.” She deadpanned. 
“Okay, then let me help.”
Jungkook didn’t know this stranger by any stretch of the imagination, but he had anticipated what her response would be. It probably sounded something like “no”, since she seemed disinclined to take his help.
 Was she always like this, so stubborn? Was it some kind of pride thing? He had been there, too; his hyungs really had their hands full with him over the years, didn’t they? 
Retrieving the first aid kit Jimin had gifted him some time back, he made a brisk return to find the girl in much the same position he had left her, staring sulkily at her injured ankle. She looked up when he approached, but didn’t say a word. 
“You might have to take off your shoe.” he informed her.
He waited to get a response, the big plastic kit held by his side. Jungkook wondered if she just planned to ignore him, and if he should take her silence as consent and proceed, but that didn’t feel right. Finally, she mumbled, “…This is really happening…isn’t it?”
Nodding slowly, he popped the kit open and examined its contents, locating the roll of compression wrap. While he did that, he noticed her leaning forward, trying to unstrap her heel without moving in a way that would hurt her foot even more. 
Jungkook had never worn heels, but he always thought anyone who did without falling over must have some hidden talent. Hers weren’t as tall as some, but she was still plucking at the strap with building frustration. 
Guessing she wanted it over and done with just as bad as he did, the idol seized the heel of her foot again, bringing her leg out and reaching for the buckle himself.
If he expected a beaming smile and a grateful attitude, he’d be sorely mistaken. She gave him the stink eye. “I can do at least this much.”
“Maybe, but I can do it faster.” He shrugged, already loosening the heel and sliding it off while holding her foot steady. From so close, and without the shoe in the way, he could really see just how fast the ankle had discolored and swollen. Again, he wrestled with the guilt, absently reaching for the wrap. “So,” he began by holding her ankle at a ninety-degree angle, “Who are you? Because this doesn’t mean I forgot…”
“Believe me, I’m someone who doesn’t want to be here anymore than you want me to be here. I didn’t have a choice, not that you’d ever believe me…” she huffed. “But, because legal repercussions are probably unavoidable, I’ll start by being cooperative. Maybe when they review all this, that’ll work in my favor.” It sounded like she was talking to herself, not him, but then she cleared her throat and extended her hand. “My name is L/N Y/N.”
Jungkook didn’t expect such a strange introduction, and the attempt at a handshake reminded him of Namjoon-hyung. He grasped her palm very briefly, barely holding on to it long enough for their hands to go up and down, but she didn’t seem inclined to want to hold onto him either.
“Y/N…” he repeated. 
“As for what I’m doing here…well, again, it’s not something any sane person would believe.” She switched her focus to watching him meticulously wrap her ankle. It was pretty careful care for someone that could have been stalking him, but he had already started, and if he was going to do it, his sense of perfectionism said he had to do it right. 
“Are you…insane?”
“Excuse me?” She didn’t look very amused, but he guessed it wasn’t exactly a polite question.
“You said a sane person wouldn’t believe you…” he explained. 
“I am not insane,” Y/N rubbed a hand to her forehead. “I just feel like I am lately,” she whispered. “I was dining out with some friends, in the restaurant bathroom and then…”
Jungkook waited while he secured the wrap with some bandage clips and closed his first aid kit. “And then?”
“It’s going to sound insane,” she finished matter-of-factly, “You’re going to call me a liar and accuse me of stalking you, then we’ll be right back where we started.”
Jungkook was torn between still wanting to contact security, but also experiencing some curiosity he couldn’t quite tamp down. “Do you have proof?” It didn’t sound like she did. 
“Proof?” Y/N repeated, arching a brow as if he had just said something strange.
“You’re not even going to try to make me believe you?” he goaded. 
“Sure, help me up and I’ll hobble right over to the mirror. You’ll see exactly how I got here and this whole think’ll be cleared up just like that.” Her tone was so sugary the sarcasm was evident. 
Jungkook figured he had indulged this for this long…why not go all the way. Offering her a hand, he warned her to brace herself, and then pulled her up with ease. “Okay.”
“Okay?” She said warily, trying not to show him how much she was utilizing the wall for support. 
“Okay,” Jungkook nodded, “Show me.”
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Idols were weird. Y/N wasn’t sure if it was just the fact that they lived in a completely ‘different world’ from normal people or what, but she hadn’t expected her first extended run-in with some world-famous celebrity to go like this. 
Park Jimin was one thing; he’d been concussed, so that was enough to make him loopy. She hadn’t expected anything out of his mouth to make sense. But this guy, Jean Jungkook? 
Totally different. He wasn’t suffering a head injury, for one. And he had seemed angry at first, but still handled her appearance in much the same way a mean boy on the playground would in elementary school. Playing keep away with her phone, really?
He’d even treated her with decency when she tripped and sprained her ankle. God, that was yet another thing she was going to have to deal with. Sprained her ankle! Sprained! How was she supposed to get around campus quickly? It was huge. Though she supposed that wasn’t a concern at present. 
The idol’s strange demand was at the forefront of her mind, seeing as he was right behind her while she hobbled slowly to the mirror, her heel in one hand and her phone in the other. 
She must have looked like a suffering pigeon, doing a funny little hop. But she refused to let him touch her after she got her bearings. It was humiliating enough to have someone see her make a fool of herself and get injured to boot, idol or no idol. Well actually, his status made it even worse. 
And he was watching her oh so closely as she made it to the mirror, taking a deep breath and turned around to look at him with some difficulty. “Here it is.” She said flatly. “How I got in, and how I probably would be able to get out, if life felt like cutting me a break.”
He stepped around her, staring at her incredulously like she knew he would. She would look at herself that way in his position. Jungkook pressed against the mirror with the flat of his hand, one good time, as if to confirm it was solid. “You used the mirror? What, like magic? Like a drama?”
“You’re the one who said you wanted proof; I never said it would satisfy you.” she retorted. “I barely understand it myself, but what I’m saying is the only truth I have to cling to.” Her chin dipped, “No matter how implausible it is…” 
She knew she would get the same result he had when she pushed on the mirror, but as if to confirm her fate was truly sealed, Y/N tried anyway. When her hand went right through, the cool glass giving way to cool nothingness, she yelled, pitching forward.
Jungkook made a noise, something startled, and she glanced at him to confirm he was seeing what was happening. His bulging eyes made it evident that he was. Yes! Y/N jerked her arm away too fast, and in doing so almost fell back on her ass, if not for the lightning reflexes of the idol who moved to extend an arm around her waist.
 Y/N got her bearings, smoothed a hand over her shirt and her racing heart, and tried to hold back her tears. He could see. He could really see. The weeks of going crazy in silence, holding it all in, and someone else…could see.
“Your arm went through the glass,” he breathed.
“More than my arm’s gone through.” Y/N spoke with more confidence, now that there was no way he could deny it. “That’s…how I got here.”
The idol once again moved forward, pressing both hands against the mirror. Nothing. “How?” He wondered.
“I don’t know.” Y/N replied, “It’s been happening since…since I got this phone. So that’s my only theory, that the events are connected.” She held up the dead device and wiggled it around. “Not that that’s a story anyone would believe if I got caught breaking and entering.” 
The idol appeared to be thinking, worrying his lip piercing with his tongue, “Unless they saw it.”
Y/N squared her shoulders, eyeing him up and down. He fidgeted, looking small somehow, despite being fairly tall with a healthy amount of muscle. From close up it was even easier to see than watching him from behind the wall. 
“It might come as a surprise for you to know, not everyone would be as cavalier as you about all this. In fact, I’d go as far as saying your reaction was a bit…strange. Has anyone told you that you’re odd?”
  ‘Nice going, Y/N.’ She thought bitterly, ‘That was over the top blunt. You’re not trying to make an enemy out of the very first person to be witnessing the crazy with you.’
Luckily, the idol didn’t look overly offended. Jungkook pursed his lips, big eyes sheepish as he rubbed his head. “Uh-huh, my hyung.” he said thoughtfully.
“Well…” Y/N gestured vaguely. “Now that you’ve seen what I’ve seen, you know about as much as I do. Would it be too much trouble to ask if I could…go?” Pointing a thumb toward the mirror like she was about to miss her cab would seem dumb if he didn’t know. 
“Oh, right,” Jungkook’s tapped the mirror again. “You’re going back to where you came from.”
“Ideally,” Y/N frowned, “I’ve been gone a long time. There’s no way my friends aren’t concerned about that. And when they can’t find me who knows what they’ll think.”
Somewhat afraid the give they had both witnessed was a one-off, Y/N pressed her hand to the mirror once again, happy when it rippled and went right through. It might have been too late to salvage the evening with her friends, but at least she could salvage her reputation.
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