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[thesunnyshow]

Name: Alison O’Brien

Writing Blog URL(s): @httpangelicjimin

What fandom(s) do you write for?: BTS, although I wouldn’t mind writing for other groups. Often, I have other idols that make cameos in my stories.

Age: 21

Nationality: Portuguese + French

Languages: Portuguese + French + English + Spanish

Star Sign: Leo

MBTI: ENFJ

Favorite color: pastel blue

Favorite food: pizza no doubt 

Favorite movie: I’m gonna have to be a sucker and say monster’s inc. bc who doesn’t love Pixar

Favorite ice cream flavor: I’d say coffee, tho I love a good ol’ chocolate ice cream

Favorite animal: wolf, it’s my spirit animal 

Coffee or tea? What are you ordering?: Coffee, for sure. Iced coffee or mocha

Dream job (whether you have a job or not): Ever since I was little I always wanted to be a singer but I guess I’m too shy for that ahah so I’d either say writing or advertising.

Go-to karaoke song: Break My Heart by Dua Lipa

If you could have one superpower, what would you choose?: The ability to change shape at will.

If you could visit a historical era, which would you choose?: The Victorian Era sounds brilliant to me. I would be a sucker for the dresses. Although, I also would’ve loved to be able to live in the ’20s. Great Gatsby made me dream countless times of all the amazing parties, with jazz playing in the background. The fashion was impeccable, and of course, to be alive at the same time as F. Scott Fitzgerald. I could even run into him at one of those glamorous parties. 

If you could restart your life, knowing what you do now, would you?: I don’t think I would. Life has taught me some valuable lessons along the way but I was happy. Even when surrounded by those who didn’t have the best intentions in mind. If I had known all that I know now, I wouldn’t have lived as freely and carelessly as I did. I cherish those memories, even if they weren’t the best for me.

Would you rather fight 100 chicken-sized horses or one horse-sized chicken?: Alright so… that’s a weird one. And what makes it weirder is that people have made that same question with me; it was either one horse-sized me, or 100 me-sized horses. Huh… I do have some background with chickens chasing after me, so I’d go with the 100 chicken-sized horses.

If you were a trope in a teen high school movie, what would you have been?: I would 100% be the sucker that falls for the bad boy… ah… how I miss the high school bad boys.

Do you believe in aliens/supernatural creatures?: I don’t. Although I have no problem getting lost in those amazing universes where such creatures exist. 

Fun fact about yourself that not everyone would know?: I absolutely love mango-flavored things but I cannot eat mango. Just the texture of the fruit…. Yuck. 

Do you write fluff/angst/crack/general/smut, combo, etc? Why?: I write everything. So far, in the 2 years, I’ve been writing, I have experienced a little bit of everything. I think writing all those genres are important to complement the story. 

Do you write OCs, X Readers, Ships...etc?: I never wrote anything that was mxm but I am ok with that. Besides, I have two stories out with an OC and the others are mostly with female readers, mostly because I write thinking about me with a member or one of my friends.

Why did you decide to write for Tumblr?: I was already using Tumblr to read other people’s work. When the thought of starting my own writing blog came to mind, it seemed the most logical option to use. I have only recently learned about AO3 so… yeah, Tumblr seemed the most “at reach” app.

When did you post your first piece?: The first thing I wrote was called Wonder and was posted on a private blog. I started writing it a couple of days after Euphoria by Jungkook BTS came out.

What inspires you to write?: Everyday situations are always a good base for me. I like to write moments that I have gone through. Besides that, I find inspiration on movies and tv shows and some Pinterest albums. Sometimes it’s just a random thought that comes to mind ehe

What genres/AUs do you enjoy writing the most?: I’d say college/high school aus. I did a collab with another writer from a college au and it was a lot of fun. Additionally, I have some wips I am meaning to work on and will soon be presented on my blog! 

What do you hope your readers take away from your work?: I think that I wanted them to feel okay. Life can get pretty hard and reading, for me, has always been like a getaway. So, whenever I write, I hope that I can distract my readers from whatever is happening in the real world. 

What do you do when you hit a rough spot creatively?: Whenever I’m struggling in life, it’s almost as if I lose my ability to write. I get really stressed, especially when I set deadlines. I try my hardest to push through. I believe that writing, even if it’s not to our liking, is better than doing nothing. I try to read more, to sleep better, and to seek inspiration. 

What is your favorite work and why? Your most successful?: I don’t think I have a “most successful” work. I am pretty recent to Tumblr and am still growing bit by bit. As for my favorite, I’d probably say Dr. Love. It started out as a fun Valentine’s Day fanfic and I have some good stuff outlined.

Who is your favorite person to write about?: As I said, I love to find inspiration in my friends. Getting the feedback and how much they enjoyed reading what I wrote really is a heartwarming feeling. 

Do you think there’s a difference between writing fanfiction vs. completely original prose?: I don’t think they are so different. Because when writing fanfiction, you’re not obliged to go 100% with the idol’s personality you’re writing. You have the freedom to marvel around in the worlds you create and make them do whatever you feel like would work best. So sometimes, it can be just like creating a whole new character from scratch. 

What do you think makes a good story?: There’s a lot of things that are needed to make a good story. I mostly value the storyline. I don’t like it when things are rushed and prefer to read something others may find unnecessary but get more context. I love the small little details about characters that make me relate and emphasize with them. Also, a plot twist. I love to read stories that completely blow my mind and catch me off guard. Creativity is everything.

Would you ever repurpose a fic into a completely original story?: Why not? I don’t have a problem with giving different names to my characters as long as the story stays the same.

What is your writing process like?: I prefer to write at night. But, as I said before, sometimes there’s just an urge to write and I have to grab my laptop, or even the pull out the notes on my phone and type out some words for the story I’m currently working on. I try to create a coherent storyline as well. Plus, I have an amazing beta reader that always helps me with the plot and hears my ideas and complements them. 

What tropes do you love, and what tropes can’t you stand?: I love the typical “good girl falls for bad guy” trope. I don’t care if it’s cliché, I just love it. Although, I hate those where the girl is portraited as weak and as if she would ever be completely happy and fulfilled if the guy is by her side; as if she’s helpless without him. Girl power you know? Aha

How much would you say audience feedback/engagement means to you?: It means A LOT. I think there’s no better feeling than receiving a piece of feedback, despite how small it might be. There’s always room for improvement and just the simple fact to know that someone took the time to read my work and found it interesting enough to send me their thoughts, I really cherish it.

What has been one of the biggest factors of your success (of any size)?: I believe that my growth for the past months I’ve been on Tumblr could be due to how active I am. I always try to engage with the people I follow and even when I’m not posting my works, I try to be around. I have big dreams for my blog and hope to one day have a large audience to read my stories, but for now, I am happy with the ones by my side already.

Do you think fanfic writers get unfairly judged?: Yes. A lot of people think that fanfic writers are mostly horny/crazy teens that are obsessed with some famous wannabe that couldn’t even care less for their existence. I think that’s one of the biggest issues with how society sees us. But I consider those to be amongst older people (perhaps 40+yo). 

Do you think art can be a medium for change?: Of course. Art is one of the most personal ways of showing emotions, I believe. Being brave enough to show with the world your creations takes courage and I admire those who do it proudly. Art can be interpreted in so many ways; it overcomes all the barriers that there might be. 

Do you ever feel there are times when you’re writing for others, rather than yourself?: The feeling can get to me sometimes but I immediately shut that down. There was a time when I was forcing myself to write things I didn’t appreciate or that didn’t follow my storyline just to make others happy and I had to give up on those projects quickly because it was driving me insane. I strongly believe that if we don’t write what we are passionate about, it will either come out sloppy or we will hate it. Writing what we like, even if some might consider it bad, is what we should do.

Do you ever feel like people have misunderstood you or your writing at times?: I don’t think so. Although, I don’t receive as much feedback as I’d like to, so I’m not certain. 

Do your offline friends/loved ones know you write for Tumblr?: Only my boyfriend does and he’s totally cool with it ehe

What is one thing you wish you could tell your followers?: A big big thank you! I am so happy to have you here and I hope you can take some time to read over my works ehe I am always open to talk if anyone needs~ 

Do you have any advice for aspiring writers who might be too scared to put themselves out there?: Just do it!!! I know there are so many great writers out there and you might feel like you would bring nothing to the game but that’s not true. You don’t need to be scared ok? It will be alright. Just give it a chance. There was a time where I was scared too and now I have made so many great friends and meet so many great people through my writing. You can make it too! 

Are there any times when you regret joining Tumblr?: No. 

Do you have any mutuals who have been particularly formative/supportive in your Tumblr journey?: Yess!! I have made so many friends thanks to Tumblr! I mostly have to thank the amazing people of @bangtan-headquarters for accepting me into their network and making me part of their discord server. I’m not going to be @/ing everyone but I know I have made friends whom I will forever keep in my heart uwu 

Pick a quote to end your interview with: “Life has no limitations, except the ones you make.” - Les Brown 

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[painfulbutsweet]

❝There was a star riding through clouds one night, and I said to the star, ‘Consume me’.❞

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#requests #you're a very talented writer Alison 🥺 #keep going #u nice #httpangelicjimin #fckcrnvrs event #moodboards

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Once you receive this, answer with 3 random facts about yourself and send this to the last 7 people in your notifications 💙

thanks ali 🥰

1. i cry at least 5 days out of the week 

2. i used to step dance

3. i never lose things, like i’ve never been in a situation where I have lost a belonging of mine or of others if i happen to have it

#moots #ali 👼 #httpangelicjimin

[deartrojan]

dear @httpangelicjimin @socksjinie @singguks,

thank you so very much for doing everything you do for us. that includes all the little details like decorating all our profiles, and making separate blogs for the story. every detail you put into everything you guys do is amazing. i love all the stories and how you try to include little details about us in them and even vocabulary words you choose. it’s all so very lovely and i appreciate it so so much. thank you for using your time on us. we love you guys!

love, beautiful stranger.

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[bluenpjm]

into the woods — jjk x oc ft. myg

© bluenpjm | all rights reserved. do not repost, translate or claim as your own.

synopsis. once upon a time, there was a King who had 3 children, as different as they could be. Seokjin, the oldest, was charming and brave. Carolina, the middle and only girl, was cunning, smart, and somewhat a tomboy, constantly defying her father’s rules. secretly, she was his favorite. lastly, the youngest, Hoseok, the lazy life of the party. they see their fates separated and all gets lost, as Carolina roams deep into the woods, trying to run a destiny she does not see deserving of her own.

genre. royal au + fluff + angst + smut

pairing. yoongi x oc ( later on it will be focused on jjk more)

rating. M

wordcount. 10.6k

warnings. light smut and some swearing.

a/n. this was the first solo story I ever wrote. it was actually published on my first blog @httpangelicjimin which is now deactivated but since I loved this story so much, I decided to edit the chapters I had and repost this! hope you all enjoy it~

chapters. 1 × 2 

moodboards. here.

Carolina crossed the yard. Both ends of her excessively long dress were tugged into her hands. She was late, again. The thought of her tardiness crossed her mind but was quickly shrugged away. Her maidens knew that if it was mandatory for her to wear a corset, then it would take more than a pair of hands to dress her the damn thing.

She became at peace the moment she laid eyes on the bluebells her father had the royal botanist plant for her. The memories took her back to when he had to leave for the war. Every day, she would sit in the yard, waiting for the flowers to bloom, her father’s words echoing in her mind as if they were a song, dandled by the sound the wind made when crossing the bells, ‘I’ll be home when they bloom nighean. I’ll trust you this castle, God knows your brothers are a disgrace’.

He joked about her brothers. Hoseok was the youngest and thank the heavens for that. He was rather busy enjoying all the pleasures being a prince had to offer him, rather than focusing on the hard life his older brother had ahead of himself, full of politics and hard decisions. He still had to study but he was a coward, everyone knew that. Still, he threw the best parties.

Seokjin was the oldest. He was truly charming. He had a charisma that made his father proud. The King had offers from other kingdoms for deals that would make the devil turn in jealousy so that their daughters could marry the heir prince, but all those were in vain. The King had bigger plans for the oldest. He was going to make him proud. Of that he was sure. He was going to make the kingdom proud and once he did, they were going to party for months on end.

Therefore, Carolina was the one left. She was the middle child. Her father’s pride. Even more so than the oldest. She was always fascinated by the power of the sword, the swift movements the knights did when fighting and she always thrived in that area. She was smart and cunning. But, she was a princess and her part in the royal family had been made clear from the day she was born.

The flowers bloomed twice, and everyone lost hope that the King would ever come back from the terrible war to home. Everyone but Carolina. She would spend her days in that yard, drawing the flowers to show them to her father once he return. He still had time. And he appeared, in a stormy afternoon, chin up, mounting his horse and followed by the surviving troops. The kingdom partied for three weeks straight.

“Do you still believe they are purple or have your mind finally rested with the blue?” A voice sounded behind her, pulling her out of the daze she was in.

“I’m still convinced they’re purple and no one will ever change my mind.” Carolina turns, the smile she was trying to hold showing itself involuntarily. She sees who she was expecting already. Her faithful friend, Yoongi. “Not even you, my good sir.”

“I start to lose faith that one day you'll wake up more wise and reasonable…” He gives her a smirk, never leaving his perfect position. His mother would’ve been proud to see that all the etiquette lessons she had given him had paid off. “Anywhere I can escort you, Princess?”

“Dinna fash sir, I’m already wise.” She winks, dismissing his ironical worry quickly. She always had a smart mouth. “And as a matter of fact… yes.” She pauses slightly, taking in her surroundings one last time. “You could escort me out of here. I’ve been dying to ride a horse.” A playful smile takes form and Yoongi can’t help but shake his head.

“Considering your vestments, I’d say riding a horse now wouldn’t be the best option.” he pauses. He knew her schedule as if it was his own. He always makes sure the gaps in his match with hers. “Are you on your way to see his Majesty? It is Monday morning, so I suppose you have a learning day ahead of yourself.”

Carolina’s shoulders immediately sunk. She was hoping to have the day all to herself. “I do not ken anything of the sort.”

“Shall we?” Yoongi’s arms that were formally intertwined behind finally fall to meet the rest of his body as he slides swiftly to her side, offering her his right arm.

“And so we shall.” A bored look splattered on the princess’ face is shown as she takes his arm. “Everyone is such a bore around here.”

They walked silently.

Carolina and Yoongi had grown together. He was the son of the King’s servant— a stern woman, with a heart as cold as ice — but the King liked to keep her around the castle because she was good when a bargain was needed. That was what Yoongi took after her, and that was why he was allowed to live and walk around the castle without having to be escorted by the guards.

Now, Yoongi acted as a nobleman and somewhat of a counselor for the King when the subject was his daughter. He would always rely on the pale boy to help deal with Carolina’s tough moods and ludicrous ways of thinking. She had a tendency to shut off instead of lashing out and that made it hard for the King to understand her when things turned south. But not for Yoongi. Their minds were a lot alike.

They walked through the long chilly corridors; this time of the year would always make them hawkish. The wind howled into the window’s shell and they fastened their pace as if being pushed by the blown of the winds. The weather always influenced the King’s temper and considering the howling and how late Carolina was, there was a storm about to be formed in the Throne Room.

“ENOUGH!” The King’s voice echoed, making the messenger across the table sink in his seat.

“But your Majesty,” He started carefully. Whatever the topic was, when the King raised his voice, everyone knew better than to incite his anger.

“I don’t want to hear another word about such matter!” The King continued, standing up from his seat and turning around, finally facing the two meddling souls that were standing by the door. “Nighean,” his expression soften immediately. “I was expecting you.”

“Everything’s alright, father?” She asked, taking a step forward. Yoongi didn’t follow. Instead, he bowed and then pace backward, until he was no longer in the King’s sight and could turn his back to leave. He knew better than to meddle in businesses that were not his own.

“We were dealing with business, nothing you have to worry about.” He placed his hand on the small of her back, guiding her out of the room. Before leaving, he threw the messenger another glance. One he knew sent out the message he was trying to say before being interrupted by his daughter. “Have you eaten yet?”

“Hadn’t had the time. But what business was that?” Carolina answered briefly. The hunger she was feeling quickly vanished with thoughts about the royal business. She could never let these matters be. If it concerned her father, then it concerned her and her brothers as well.

“Nighean now is not the time to speak of such matters.” He said sternly and although Carolina wasn’t pleased, she knew better than to test forces with her father. “Walk with me.”

They walked down the long chilly hall. The right side of the walls was filled with portraits of the previous Kings, Carolina’s ancestors. The castle where they lived was passed on for generations, this one being the seventh generation that took care of the castle. Only this time the portrait was of the King and his children.

Arriving at the dining hall, a servant was already pouring something into Seokjin’s glass and he thanked her politely, a blush creeping on her face at that moment.

“There you are!” Jin smiled big, noticing the King and his little sister walking in. “Did you forget we had to have breakfast today?” A quirky smile replaced the sweet one he had.

“I would never,” Carolina spoke as she sat down in the opposite chair of his. Their father sat at the end of the table.

“You are as much of a liar as you are charming.” He teased.

“Now my children, that’s is enough.” The King said, satisfied to see how well they got along. “Where is your brother?”

“Haven’t seen him today yet father.” Jin’s tone changed to a serious one now.

“Why isn’t he here?” The King rose his voice as he looked to one of the maidens that stood by the entrance.

“I’ll go ask his maidens, your Majesty.” The girl didn’t dare to look the King in the eye — mostly out of respect, but also a hint of fear — as she made a little bow before leaving the room.

“God forbid he was my oldest…” The King whispered under his breath, his eyes glued to the food on his plate as he suddenly felt the hunger leave him.

“Do you have to battle today?” That was what Jin and Carolina used to call to her lessons. She liked knowing, she didn’t necessarily enjoy studying and repeating the things she already knew.

“Sadly.”

“What a shame. All days today, that I wanted to take you out for a ride.” He teased.

“Be pitiful brother.” Carolina almost whined. She missed horse riding a lot. It had been too long since the last time she had the time to do so.

Before Seokjin could make yet another remark to tease his little sister, the King stopped him, by raising his hand. “Isn’t it time for your class?”

“I think I still have a moment.” Carolina tried to win over her father, but as soon as she saw his expression, she knew there was no luck for her today. The very few moments she had spent her father today, had proven that the bad weather was going to stay. He was in a bad mood, and whenever such a thing happened, everyone was quick to suffer consequences. Reluctantly, she took the napkin out of her lap, placed it messily on the table, and got up.

“You shouldn’t keep Sir Mackinnon waiting.” The King said sternly.

Before the princess had any chance to protest, Seokjin stood up. “I’ll accompany you.”

“I need to have a word with you son. Carolina can find her way just fine.” The King said, signaling Seokjin to sit down with his hand and he did so.

Carolina reluctantly left the room. Her father’s attitude was making her feel uncomfortable and she knew something was wrong. She was used to not knowing about the royal issues right away. It took some time before Seokjin — or even Hoseok — came to her and share what they had learned. Hoseok would come to her almost immediately. He couldn’t stand the burden of royalty on his own. Seokjin was the one burdened the most about such things. Truth was, he didn’t really like it. But being the oldest meant he had to do a lot of things he didn’t want for the sake of his kingdom and to please his father for most of his actions.

Yet, she couldn’t obey her father’s rules and as soon as she turned the corner, she stopped. Leaning in as much as she could but still making sure she wasn’t seen, she tried hard to listen to the conversation the two here having. As if they knew, the King kept his voice low but the words she could make out, she preferred to pretend she hadn’t heard a thing. She could already tell that today was going to be another wasted battle while repeating yet again all the things she knew in another lesson with Sir Mackinnon.

As she turned her back, the maiden that went to check on Hoseok was standing right behind her. Startled, she had to place a hand over her lips to not make a noise and risk being caught by someone else.

“You never saw me here,” Carolina said getting close to the maid, before fleeing away to her class.

There was a soft knock on the door. The rhythm it played made Carolina know who it was instantly. She waited for it to stop, knowing the person behind the door, he would probably be annoyed if she made him stop mid-knock.

“Come on in.” She said nonchalantly, not worried to see the person walking inside. She was certain it was him.

“Good afternoon, Mary.” Hoseok's charming voice echoed in the room, giving the maiden a smile. “Mind giving us some privacy?”

“Oh boy… what did you do now?” Carolina mostly whispered to herself but the comment reached the boy’s ears, earning her a roll of boy’s dark eyes. The maiden politely bowed before leaving the room.

“I’m glad you let me finish this time.” He said, referring to the knock.

“After last time, I’ll never interrupt you again brother.” She laughed lightly.

“Father gave me a hard time for not being present during breakfast.” He said, followed by a sigh, dropping into an armchair that was next to Carolina’s bed. “He is always so hard on me…”

“You should be used to that by now. He sent a maid off to see where you were.”

“Safely sleeping.” Hoseok showed her his signature smile, making her shake her head.

“What can I be of use for, brother?” She turned on her chair, closing her journal that was set on the little oak desk.

“I see you still use that.” He nodded his head towards the book that Carolina used as a journal. “Can I see?”

“It’s private so I’d rather not.” She spoke quietly. The boy smiled devishly. “Try it and I’ll make sure to break your fingers.” The smile vaded as quickly as it had appeared and for a moment Hoseok became quiet.

“D’you miss Pegasus?” Hoseok asked. He noticed as soon as he entered the room that his sister was drawing her favorite horse on the journal. She had that habit — of drawing everything she liked. If she would have the unfortune of forgeting how beautiful the things surrounding her looked, she could just pick her journal and see them again. As she was fierce with a sword, she was also delicate on those pages, showing the most intimate and sweet side of her.

“It’s been a while since I rode.”

“So…” Hoseok’s tone changed to the one he used to do every time he had an idea. Of course, those would always end in the three siblings being punished but they always had fun. Sometimes, Carolina or Seokjin could get away with the punishment. Never the two and never Hoseok. He would always be punished for whatever silly thing he did. “Should we just jump out of the window?”

“Not jump, but he can use something a little better.” She said, making Hoseok’s expression change into a puzzled one. Swiftly, Carolina made her way into her closet and pulled what looked like a rope made of rags. “You need to be smarter brother, otherwise you’ll end up dead.”

“Is that what you use when you sneak out at night?” He teased, passing by her remark to open the window as quietly as he could. They were certain Mary was patiently waiting outside their door.

“Ah. Ah.” She laughed drily. “Are you up for the task?”

That was indeed what she used for her rendezvous. Although she would never give the satisfaction to her brother of admitting, she was having those nightly adventures. Tightly tying one end of the rope to one of the posters from her bed, Carolina moved carefully not to slip.

Ever since the rain came back, the rendezvous had become less and less because Yoongi didn’t want to risk her falling down to her death. It was too high, but it also was the Princess’ room. She needed to be secure from all dangers. Some servants that lived in the castle were aware of what was going on between the Princess and the nobleman but they would never dare to speak about it out loud, afraid their words would reach the King’s ears.

Yoongi didn’t really care for the King’s opinion, although he was sure he wouldn’t appreciate the reprecursions much. Carolina was keeping the secret mostly for the thrill of having to sneak out of her window late at night and for the feeling of almost getting caught a couple of times. She needed that feeling in her life.

Hoseok wasn’t cut out for the thrilling life. Almost with his feet on the ground, one of his hands started to feel tired and he fell, his butt hitting the floor hard. Carolina had to put her hand on top of her lips to not laugh out loud and expose the two but once she managed to contain herself, she helped her brother get up, despite being scuffed away. Once he managed to get all the dirt out of his butt, they rushed to the stable where all the horses were.

The castle had a vast green area. The great walls that surrounded and protected the castle were made high but long so that that way, the royal family could enjoy nature while being safely protected in between the walls. Carolina felt like a bird in a cage sometimes, but there were areas they could go where it was away enough so that the castle could stay out of sight and feel like she was out, deep into the woods.

Sir Graham was the caretaker of all the horses. He had some men helping him, but if a horse had to leave the stable, he had to know about it. Gladly, he didn’t really care if the weather was good or not, neither if the kids had permission to ride the horses at that time nor if it was just then doing mischief. So, he gave Pegasus and Grain to Carolina and Hoseok and once they set them up, they rode into the vast property. It was still the same place they would go to, ever since they were kids.

“Did you have breakfast with Seokjin and father today?” Carolina asked. They had stopped for the horses to get some water from the lake and both siblings laid down on the grass.

“No,” Hoseok scrapped the back of his neck, almost shameful. “When I got there, there was only food but father caught me on the halls and gave me an earful of his mind about my behavior.” He tilted his head to the side when he heard Carolina snort.

“Lucky you’re the son of the King otherwise you’d have your arse in a cell for the rest of your days.”

Hoseok didn’t answer that. He knew his sister was teasing but there was some truth hidden in that sentence. “Why do you ask?” He said after a few moments of silence.

“I was just wondering.” She shrugged.

“Wondering?” Hoseok asked, now sitting up. “What? If I ate everything off my plate?” His left eyebrow was arched. He knew her sister more than she liked.

“When I was there…” Carolina trailed off, almost as if remembering the moment. “Father sent me away for my lesson because he claimed he needed to speak to Seokjin. Seokjin, only.” She emphasized the last part.

“I see…” Hoseok answered deep in thought as he climbed back up on his horse. “Race you to the stables?” And the boy went off.

“Cheater!”

She tsked, her tongue clicking on the sky of her mouth, signaling Pegasus it was time to go and fast! Pegasus quickly caught up to Grain and Carolina could only hear Hoseok’s excited screams, mildly complaining yet enjoying seeing the smile on his sister’s face.

There was no time she felt freer than when she was riding and everyone could tell.

By the time they got to the stable, Hoseok had stayed far behind and he was certain Carolina wouldn’t let that drop. She was already waiting patiently by the entrance, a cocky smile on her lips and the only thing her brother could do was pretend she wasn’t there and walked right past her.

“You know he isn’t interested in discussing politics with us.” Hoseok shrugged, returning the subject they had felt before.

“Lucky you huh?” Her tongue clicked. “And before, I caught him screaming to a messenger about some business. I'm pretty sure it’s related.”

“Why don’t you simply ask Seokjin?”

“If things were that simple…” Carolina sighed. “We should know about politics too!” She threw her hands up, frustrated, only to sigh right after.

“I’m fine with my duties.” Hoseok stood up, going to his horse and petting him. “We have so much fun, don’t we Grain? We don’t care about politics, just fun!” A childish voice came out of Hoseok’s mouth, making Carolina chuckle.

She’d had Pegasus ever since she was little. She was the one training him and he took a little after her temper. He liked to challenge all the other horses and when he had to be tied down the entire day in his compartment, he would always make a fuss. So every day, Carolina made the promise to visit him, even if only to brush his dark, black, almost blue-ish mane. It gave her a nostalgic feeling when thinking about the times she could ride every single day. She missed that.

“Remember when politics weren’t our concern?” Carolina started. Her eyes were focused on Pegasus but her mind was elsewhere.

“To be honest sister, politics still don’t concern me much.” Hoseok shrugged but Carolina didn’t even listen.

“Remember that time we fooled Ms. McGregor and came here to race each other? And you-” she turned to look at her brother, a smile already on her face and she couldn’t contain the giggles that escaped her. “You fell out of the horse because he is a scaredy cat — much like yourself.” As if he understood, Grain chirruped. “It started to recoil and you were so scared! When Jin got to you, you had blood all over your forehead and then father caught us…”

“That day…” Hoseok started once he stopped laughing. “It was bloody awful! I thought I was going to die! So much blood everywhere!”

“Oh, stop being a wee!” Carolina laughed even harder after hearing her brother’s comment. “The best part was even though you had to get stitched up, you still were the one to blame… and the idea to run away wasn’t even yours to beging with!”

“Perhaps that’s why I started to rebel? I was always to blame…” Hoseok said in a theatrical way. “You and Seokjin were worse than me most of the time!”

“And you know why?” Carolina said, a teasing look on her face, a hint of suspense in the air. “Because we both were very interested in politics! That’s why you would always be the one to blame, you couldn’t even plot otherwise!”

“Wha- How- how do you even dare to say such things?!” He was used to his sister’s words but they always caught him off guard. A blush could almost be seen forming in his cheeks from the rivalry. “To have a smart mouth I don’t need to care about politics! And- I can prove it to you!”

“Oh brother, you cannot lie. Not even if your life depended on it.” Carolina said in a form of a sigh, coming closer to the younger one and pinching his cheeks. “There is bravery in being soft, I reckon.”

“Can someone give me a break? Good lord…” Hoseok said, fussing her hand away. “Do you think Mary already noticed we’re not in your room anymore? How are we supposed to get back inside?”

“And here I was trying to compliment your arse…” Carolina rolled her eyes playfully. “Mary is my maiden for a reason, she will help us get back in without being seen.” She reassured and she was certain. Mary had helped her countless times in the past.

“So she does know about your rendezvous… I see!” Hoseok teased a little. “One last race, sister?” He asked a cocky smile splattered on his face.

“To be successful one needs to make alliances brother,” Carolina smirked, following suit. “I will. But make it fun this time! I’m getting tired of winning so easily!”

Seokjin raised his sword as the crowd cheered. His opponent was laying hard on the ground, the only thing moving was his chest as he breathed puffy tired breaths from the fight he just had with the prince. Seokjin had a habit of making his training public. He liked to hear the public cheer, the girls swoon, the men scream for his victory. His father wasn’t very fond of this doing, but that made the people happy and Seokjin made him believe that it made them feel more secure too, seeing the heir’s abilities.

As Seokjin finally had enough with sending flying kisses to the crowd, he walked over to his opponent once more, reaching out his hand to help the man stand up. The man in question was his instructor who proudly took it. Seokjin was always agile, ever since a young age but now he was a warrior. He had to be in order to be able to protect his soon-to-be kingdom. As he was ready to finish his training for the day, a man in the crowd screamed to the heir, getting everyone’s attention.

“I want teh fight the prince!” The man stumbled, making his way through the crowd. He doesn’t stand a chance, Seokjin thought to himself. “You’re afraid teh fight me, aren’t ya?”

“Shut your mouth, you crazy old man!” The instructor stepped in front of Seokjin.

“Fight me, I said!” The man kept shouting and people started to murmur. Some were shocked with the man’s audacity, to challenge the heir like that… he could easily get thrown into a cell in the castle dungeons. Some, though, were excited to see if the prince was brave to fight anyone that would challenge him, to see if he could win to other than his own instructor.

“Give him a sword.” Seokjin finally spoke, tired of hearing the man’s drunken screams for a fight. The crowd cheered once more, excited with the chance of seeing bloodshed.

This happened many times before in the past. Whenever Seokjin made his practices public for the commoners to watch, a lot of men thought they were stronger, fiercer than the heir but he was good. Too good to ever be beaten. The instructor reluctantly gave the man his sword. A crazy smile appeared on the man’s face as his fingers slid up and down the sharp blade.

Seokjin saluted the man, a bored expression on his face. The commoner sloppily did the same, except his eyes were filled with fire. The two started walking in a circle, in high-guard. The man struggled to take a swing at the sword, stumbling in his own feet. Seokjin merely fends off the waving sword, keeping his straight to maintain a safe distance from the drunken man. The atrocious fighter kept making numerous attempts to hit the heir with his weapon but they were always blocked. He kept a straight face, focusing on his training. As the fight was already taking too much of his time, he took a swing at his opponent, hitting his arm and making a small injury but that was enough to make the man drop his sword.

A little concerned, Seokjin walked to the man, pushing his sword further away to not get any unpleasant surprises and as he was about to kneel down near the fallen injured, he stood up. A radiant smile on his face.

“LONG LIVE THE HEIR!” He sang, putting his arms up and hissing, grabbing his injured arm. His past expression of ire changed into one of bliss. Soon after, all the other men joined the chant for the prince. “COULD YOU BELIEVE? THIS ARM WILL BLEED FOREVER, AS IT WAS THE SON OF THE KING THE MAKER OF THIS WOUND!”

Seokjin curtsy parted from the commoners, walking back towards the castle. He knew he needed to talk with his siblings, although he wasn’t quite sure how to approach the situation, afraid of how they would react. Hoseok had a tendency of augmenting everything he heard. A little bug on the wall yielded to be a fire-breathing dragon that was ready to take the kingdom as his new cave. As for Carolina, he was afraid of how she would react. Despite the number of words he used, making the speech up in his mind as he walked, none seemed fair, none seemed enough to make what he had to say easier. The last thing he wanted was to scare his siblings but he knew the two had different plans than the ones that were being imposed on them at this moment.

“Anella!” Seokjin called out to a maiden that was strolling in the hall.

“Yes, sir?” The girl turned, poletily bowing slightly as a way of greeting the prince.

“Do you know where my brother is? I need to talk to him immediately.”

“He’s in the Great Hall, watching the jester perform.” Anella, Hoseok’s main maiden explained. Hoseok adored seeing jester’s shows. Whether they were telling jokes or making acrobatics, he was delighted by the show they put on.

“Could you find Mary and tell her to bring Carolina there too?” Seokjin asked politely and the girl bowed slightly, before exiting the hall, on the look for the princess’ maiden.

Seokjin made his way towards his brother, his mind focused on his speech. Should he make a joke out of it? Should he stall the conversation as much as he could? No… he shouldn’t do that. That would only make things worse. Carolina would see right through him and be mad he was trying to lessen the severity of the situation. He had to be stable, honest, forward, and calm. But that was hard because he was nervous. Not about his future, he had embraced his responsibilities a long time ago.

His mind was brought back to reality as he heard Hoseok’s shrill laugh. He pushed the door open, to find the jester inside, as Hoseok was sitting in the throne.

“Tell another one!” Hoseok wiped a tear from the corner of his eye and continued laughing loudly.

“Alright, master…” The jester adjusted his position to mimic his new character. “I knew an old Bishop who had lost some of his teeth. He complained of the others being so loose that he was afraid those would soon fall out too.” The jester placed his fingers on his mouth, pretending to wiggle some of his teeth. Hoseok was already giggling. “As he was yet again telling one of his friends about his fear when the other said ‘Never fear. They won’t fall!’ The Bishop was intrigued as to why the man would say such a thing with such certainty. ‘And why not?’, enquired the Bishop. His friend replied, ‘Because my balls have been hanging loose for the last forty years as if they were going to fall off, and yet… there they are still!”

The jester finished his joke with some hilarious stunt making Hoseok almost fall off of his seat, as he was laughing hard. Seokjin had to join, admitting how amused he got by the joke.

“Oh brother!” Hoseok stood up in his chair, noticing the prince by the door. “Came to watch the show with me, have you?”

“Can’t believe you set up a show and don’t invite me.” Seokjin joked, joining his brother.

“You know me, always having fun!”

The two sat, watching the jester perform some of his tricks as the two brothers laughed in harmony. Seokjin was delighted by the puns the man was making. As for Hoseok, it impressed him more the skill he had to play many instruments. As a prince, he had access to many tutors, but he was lazy. So much so that when the time came for him to pick an instrument to play, he decided he could simply invite a jester over and be delighted by his skills.

A few moments after, the doors opened yet again, this time Carolina walking inside, accompanied by her maiden. Seokjin immediately stood up, signaling the jester to stop his show and leave. Mary did the same, closing the doors right behind her.

“Heard you wanted to see me,” Carolina started, as she walked closer to the two. “What’s going on?”

“Can’t a brother call out his sister to come and watch the show?” Seokjin let a nervous laugh escape from his lips.

“Then why did you dismiss the jester?” One of her eyebrows shot up. Seokjin knew there was no turning back now.

“Alright…” Seokjin paused for a brief moment, signaling both his siblings to sit down once more.

“Jinnie, what’s going on?” The tension and anxiety could be felt in Hoseok’s voice as he let out a laugh, his eyes shifting from Carolina to Seokjin. He wasn’t very fond of these brotherly meetings. Every time they had to do one, it meant bad news where coming. And every time, their father was too much of a coward to be the one delivering the news.

“Father spoke to me this morning and one of our ally needs help.” He started slowly, carefully placing his words so none of his siblings would throw a fit. “I'll be sent to the war instead of father.”

“WHAT?!” Hoseok screamed. For a second he thought he had misheard what his brother said. Carolina let out a nervous laugh, looking for one brother to the other, hoping what she heard was nothing but a bad joke.

“That being said…” Seokjin continued, his voice steady, ignoring his siblings' interventions. “Unless I die, you won’t have to worry!” He let out a dry laugh that soon faded as he saw Hoseok’s expression.

“What do you mean I won’t have to worry?! I don’t want to be king!” Hoseok’s despair echoed through the room.

“Are you being serious now? You'll really be going to war?” Carolina asked. The tone of her voice almost made Seokjin feel scared. She was incredulous.

“Yes. And there's more…” He paused but as he saw his siblings' worried faces, he stood up. A million things rushed through their minds. What else could he have to tell? “Carolina, you are going to come with me. Father promised you to the soon-to-be king of Korea.”

“HE DID WHAT?!” She stood up abruptly. “Correct me if I'm wrong… first my brother might die and then I'll be raped. I fucking hated this show.” She rolled her eyes, her tone was filled with sarcasm.

“And I'll be all alone?!” Hoseok said in a panic. “Brother you can't leave me! You both have to stay here!”

“It's what father needs us to do Hobi…” Seokjin tried his best to reassure his brother, hand resting on his shoulder as he gave a light squeeze. But he knew it was useless. “I'll be there to protect you.”

“You wouldn’t even be there if he didn’t order us to go! Why doesn’t he go??! Or I don’t know, send his finest man to fight for him?! Why you??” Carolina cried. She was filled with rage. “You are supposed to be his successor! A-And why me? Why-” She stopped mid-sentence, almost as if she had been defeated.

“You know father can't fight another war... he barely made it out of the last one he was in. I'll still be his successor. I'm the best fighter this kingdom has seen!” Seokjin spoke confidently.

“You want to go, don’t you?! Since that’s the only explanation for you to agree with this!” Carolina pointed her finger accusingly. “I won’t be his puppet and I won’t go.”

“Of course, I don't want to go but what can I do? If I don't go the kingdom will look weak and they can even attack us. You have to understand the situation sister. I know it’s bad but you have to.”

“Well, I don’t. If something happens to you they will attack us anyways! If the decision was between you and dad odds were in our favor if dad was the one going.” Carolina continued rambling and Seokjin knew better than to try go against her. “Pains me to say it but it’s war. It doesn’t end in a nice way I mean- Even if we win there’s still a large chance you won’t get out alive. And that means our kingdom will be left without a successor for a little while until they put Hoseok in the front. They will attack us and like you said, father won’t survive the war. More lives are at risk this way!”

“You don't understand... And it's not my position to make you understand. It's father's.” He said defeatedly, tired of arguing.

“Yes, you’re right! Your position was just to stand with your brother and sister and say no to this madness!”

Hoseok had his mind made in a twist, he was long lost in thought. How was he supposed to assume his brother’s steps? He was so perfect in everything he did. Seokjin sat in silence, reassuringly making him company. Meanwhile, Carolina’s feet could be heard stomping through the long halls as she made her way to the throne.

The doors of the Throne Room swung open.

“YOU COWARD!” Carolina entered the room, catching everyone’s attention. “You were like our hero, our example! How could you do something like this to us? Family comes first! You always said that!” She screamed in desperation.

“Nighean…” The King let out a breath, shocked by his daughter’s words. “Everyone leave the room.” He gestured to all the servants and maidens that were in the room.

“NO! No one leaves the room.” Carolina shouted once more, looking her father dead in the eye. “I want you to have a taste of your own medicine...”

“Carolina, don't throw a fit. You are all grown up now, so we will discuss this privately.” The King roars and everyone that had dared to linger in the room for a little longer, hoping they could catch a glimpse of the fight between the royals, leaves quickly.

“If I’m all grown up now let’s settle this as adults do. Let’s all have a gathering discussing the filthy things you are doing to your kids and then let’s just brush it off like it was nothing, shall we?” Carolina smiles sarcastically. “Because, oh father, I really want everyone to listen to what I have to say! I’m practicing for when I’ll have a whole crowd staring at me while a stranger marks me as his own!” She elevated her voice as she saw everyone leaving the room.

“What filthy things?” Her father looks her dead in the eye. He didn’t appreciate when his kids took the liberty to defy his authority. “Don't you understand what it means for our country for Seokjin to help our allies? And you... don't want you to stand by your brother? And what would your future be here in this kingdom?”

“What it means for our country is that Seokjin might get killed! And then what?!” She gasped furiously. “I will be alone anyways! And Hoseok will be named king like he never wanted to!” Her eyes were filled with anger and pain. “And what about our family, father? Each of us will be alone from now on! And I would rather be an unmarried peasant here, close to my brothers, my people, and my horse than to be someone’s wife in another country, all alone.”

“He won't get killed." The King’s voice was cold. The thought of his son dying made him shiver. "And Hoseok needs to gain some responsibilities! Clearly, you don't know what would be best for you, nighean. That's why I'm here to make the hard decisions.”

“Oh yes, father because you yourself didn’t take years to come back to us because of the war! You don’t know if he will or not. War is unpredictable!” She was desperate but deep down she knew there was nothing she could say that would change his mind. “And you do?! Do you know what’s best for me? If you think the best for me is to be rapped then you clearly know nothing about your own daughter!”

“Of course, he will! I did, so he will too! And you are overreacting everything! You will have time to meet the prince, there will be no such things.” He ushed her immediately.

“Have you ever pondered that I don’t want to meet the prince?”

“It's not about what you want, it's about what is best for the kingdom. We need allies. Stop behaving like a child!”

“Funny father.” Carolina laughs bitterly. “When I wanted to be a grown-up and take part in politics, you wanted me to be a child. But now you don’t like that anymore because you need me to be your bloody puppet!” She cried out, feeling tired all of a sudden. “And mark my words, a puppet I shall not be!” She turned her back, ready to leave the room.

“I am doing what is best for you, nighean. No man here would be able to give the life you will have there.” He roared, still sitting on his throne.

“No man will ever be able to give me the life I want and that includes you too.” She turned around, her eyes glazed, before exiting the room.

Carolina couldn’t help the rage she was feeling. How could her father do something like that to her… Sell her out to another man, like she was nothing but a piece of meat. Leaving the Throne Room, she banged the door harshly, a million things running through her mind. She had to make a plan. She couldn’t marry someone she didn’t love. She couldn’t leave her kingdom behind. What about Pegasus? Who would take the time to care for him every single day like she always did? What would happen to her loyal maiden Mary? Would she be thrown out of the castle once she had no one to serve? Her mind was spiraling and she felt her breath tightening around her throat.

What about Yoongi? She felt her heart race thinking of him. She wasn’t prepared to leave him behind. To say goodbye. But she knew he couldn’t come either. She rushed to her desk table, grabbing her journal and ripping a little piece of it.

meet me tonight.

love, c.

Carolina called Mary, that quickly open the door, eyes filled with concern for the princess. As she used to do, she asked the maiden to deliver the message to the nobleman. She was afflicted with what to do but she knew she had to tell him about what was going on. He deserved to know. And maybe, she thought hopefully, he could have a plan for the two of them.

When the time came Carolina ran as fast as she could towards Yoongi's cottage. By now, she could make that path with her eyes closed and even if the moon wasn’t shining bright on the sky, being her only source of light, she could move easily between the branches and trees. Reaching the wooden door of her safe heaven she came to a halt. The princess’ breath was heavy and tormented. Her hands acted as if frozen, she was too scared to push the heavy and inanimate obstacle keeping her away from her lover.

She closed her eyes in an attempt of recollecting herself but before she could do so the door swung open and so did her dark brown eyes. Her gaze met his and although her situation was still a raging mess inside of her, he was like her abyss, his darkness pulled her into the calmness she needed right now.

“Were ye’ going to just stand there?” Yoongi's hoarse voice cut the air and she did nothing but to crush her lips on his in the most urgent way. He stumbled back taken by the surprise but was quick to lace her waist with one of his arms while his free hand closed the door behind them.

Carolina had a fervor nature and the man knew that quite too well but there was something about her urge that made him furrow his brows even though his eyes were still closed shut and his body was still pressed on hers; his mouth molding the soft pair of lips that seemed too eager for that kiss.

“I'm-” he tried but she didn't budge. The man had to set his large pair of hands on her hips to push her gently in order to speak. “I'm not complaining, mo ghràdh” he started again with a playful smile on his now red lips. Carolina soften at the pet name. “but might I ken what goes through your mind to make you so starved?”

Her hesitant eyes met his and she could see they were full of questions. She wanted to answer them all but she just couldn't find the right words or the courage to say the things she needed to him. The things that he deserved to know.

“I-” Carolina tried to say but nothing came out after. “Just kiss me, Min Yoongi.” She pleaded softly and he didn't have it in him to say no. Not now, not in a million years.

His right hand came gently to her neck and he towered once more over her, as they were now laid on his small bed. Yoongi's breathing was mixing with hers, their noses touching but their lips still millimeters away.

Carolina had her eyes closed, her body begging for him to take her, never had she been so surrendered to him before. His eyes on the other hand were trailed on her features, his nose still caressing hers softly. He wanted to ask what was going through her mind. He knew her far too well but he also knew the answers would arrive in time. On her time. So he kissed her. He took her lips on his in a calming manner, almost reassuring.

The girl moaned into his mouth as if that kiss was all she needed to feel well. Her much smaller hands made way towards his somewhat cold torso, pulling hard when they reached the collar of his plain white nightshirt, still tucked inside his kilt. His kilt. How would she live without unbuckling it? While his hand pulled tighter on the strands of hair they were entangled in, one of hers traveled south to unfasten his belt. The kiss wasn't soft anymore. Carolina bit his lower lip every chance she had making him grunt and squeeze her waist harder.

“Let me undress you.” He said lowly against her lips and before she could say something his swift hands turned her body around.

On that cottage, all you could hear was the crackling of the fire that warmed the ambiance and Carolina's heavy breathing. Yoongi could feel she was nervous and he couldn't quite understand why.

This wasn't the first time she would laid down with him. He was unlacing the back of her dress, strand by strand, and every time he pulled, Carolina would let out a whimper. Until the gown fell and pooled over her ankles, the cold hitting her body, the only thing protecting her skin from it was her corset and Yoongi pressed on her back.

“I missed you, mo ghràdh,” he admitted against her neck. His breathing tingled on her skin and suddenly it was too much for her. Her mind was running wild and she needed to silence it.

She turned around to face him once again, her lips quick to find the comfort of his neck where she sucked and peppered with open-mouthed kisses before pleading once more. “Make me yours- please just make me yours.”

In a flash, they were clashing again, just like a dance where both knew exactly the movements of the other. Carolina broke the kiss to discard the little piece of clothing she still had left, the man's eyes now lit with lust and even more want for her.

In an urge of having the warmth of her body against his, Yoongi reached back to pull his nightshirt as well and when he was ready to toss it over on the floor, he heard the clink of his belt hitting the wood beneath his feet. The princess yanked the plaid cloth out of his hips and clashed on him.

They were like fire and water. Her body and eyes were flared up by her need, and him, he was the cold and his suiting touch that made her at ease. They complimented each other in every aspect. The way she pushed hard against his bed, the way his large hands squeezed hard the girl's tights while she straddled him, the way she played with his soft locks in the most gentle manner while their mouths traced a not so soft pace against each other.

“I could have you like this forever, God-” Yoongi moaned when she rolled her hips against him inciting the animal in him.

“Don't say that…” She answered immediately, eyes closed in pleasure by what his mouth could do to her breasts.

“But I do. You'll be forever mine, mo ghràdh.” He said shifting his lusted gaze from her breasts towards her eyes. He knew Carolina had a tough time externalizing her feelings but her eyes were always the most sincere. So she kissed him instead, angrily, as if she wanted to punish him for saying such words.

“Promise me,” her voice sounded strained against his lips. “Promise me you'll never forget me- and that you'll always be here, waiting for me.” As he locked his eyes on hers, it was nothing like he was expecting. It was so much more. Hers were eager, pleading as if her life depended on it. His hands came to her back, his fingertips sinking in her skin.

“I will always be by your side, my princess, you know that.” He chuckled but his tone didn't change, not sounding light as he expected, his own concern difficult to hide.

“No!” She cried. “I am being serious, Yoongi. I need-” she took his face with both her hands. “I need you to promise me ye'll wait for me no matter what.”

His eyebrows furrowed and she couldn't take looking into his eyes anymore, so she closed hers, leaning her forehead against his.

“My father sold me...” Carolina's voice was nothing but a whisper. “Tomorrow I will be someone else's to be laid with.” Yoongi didn't notice but his hands sunk in further on her skin and he could swear he heard the exact moment his heart fell to pieces as if it were merely a flower being plucked out of the ground.

“We can find a way- I can go to your father and convince him and-” Yoongi fumbled.

“There's nothing you can do this time…” The girl said gently, her eyes still closed, unable to look into his and feel even more broken than she already was.

“I can always do something, Carolina!” He said unhappily holding her closer as ever.

“I'm being sent away, Yoongi.” Her voice cracked and his heart only sunk lower. “Tomorrow morning I will be leaving for Korea with Seokjin. While he fights with our allies, I will be offered to the prince.”

“Run away with me then- We go tonight when the men are fast asleep-”

“Yoongi” she opened her eyes, her thumbs caressing his cheeks softly. “I won't risk your life for mine.”

“The hell with my life! We can run away from them. I know we can, mo ghràdh!” He said exasperated and for Yoongi that was a lot. He wasn't the type to break into a storm, not ever. And Carolina knew that so she kissed him again because nothing would change her mind, not even him. And it was impossible that she would risk his life for hers.

“All I'm asking is for you to wait for me. I will return to you Yoongi, I swear I will.” She reassured him even though she was trembling in fear beneath his touch. “I will flee at sunrise and if they catch me I will go, but I will not rest until I'm here, back to ye’, I promise you that.”

One of his hands came to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear gently. He smiled weakly at her, knowing well nothing would change her mind from what she had just said to him. And he wouldn't dare to contradict. He knew he would be killed if he did something — he wouldn't mind it, he wasn't afraid of death. But he was afraid of hurting her. And if what he felt for her was the same as what she felt for him, Yoongi knew she would prefer anything than to see him dead.

He couldn't bear to know that by morning his love could be touched by someone else but he would rather know she was with someone else than see her dead and have to live in a world without her grace. In a swift move, he placed her on his bed, trapping her between his arms. His excitement was still stiff from the previous words, firm against her lower stomach.

“Then I promise you, I surrender to you my heart and I will be here, waiting for you.” He said looking deeply into her eyes. Her hand went once again to play with his dark locks.

“Then mark me, Min Yoongi, make me yours and forever yours.” She requested sincerely. “Let me long for your touch even when I'm far away from home.”

He was slow and careful, and so was she. They wanted to remember each other's touch, each moment, and savor it. She needed to engrave as much as she could of him as if this last moment was a treasured talisman against what was yet to come; a morning and every morning after without him.

Carolina touched every inch of his body. She felt the grace and softness of each curving bone, his pale skin set on fire reflecting the flames of the woods that burnt near them. She tasted the salty sweat that adorned his throat, smelled the warm muskiness of his skin, and lavished on his soft lips that tasted faintly of blueberries.

“You are so beautiful.” He repeated like a symphony next to her ear while the orange lights from the fireplace illuminated her and he touched the skin of her inner thighs.

He was hard in her hand, so stiff with lust and wanting that every touch from the girl, as much soft as it was, made him groan in need. So when he could no longer wait, he marked her as she wanted, he took her. They moved together at a fast pace, full of wanting, pressing, and needy. They didn't want to let go. Didn't want to reach a state of bliss, fearing that if they did, they would be forever separated.

Yoongi brought his princess over and over again to her release, he himself with a pained expression trying his best to hold back. He gasped every time she clenched around him, stopping and then start moving again. An infinite circle. Until at last Carolina pulled him by the hair, pressing him tightly. With a grunt muffled in her neck, he came hard, accompanied once more by her. Their whimpers and exhaustion seemed to dissipate in thin air alongside the remaining flames by the fireplace.

They remained there, beneath the warm and cozy furs that covered his bed, their bodies pressed together in a calm and blissful way. His weight on top of her was much welcoming, like a shield to the outside world for the now so broken princess.

“Ye’ ripped my heart out.” He said at last, softly. “And it will only beat again once we are this close.”

They lied there, warm and tangled. Carolina's heart was beating fast with all his declarations but she wasn't able to form a smile. At last, he slipped free, and turning, he embraced her from behind. His hands intertwined with hers and his breath was warm and tingling on the nape of her neck.

“Rest your head, mo ghràdh, I'll be here holding you,” he whispered. “I will let you know when the time comes to go.”

She would say no, but her body was exhausted and her mind was asking for a break. So she slipped into a blissful dream, where she was the master of her destiny and fate.

Near dawn, Carolina woke up by the muffled screams coming from the outside, Yoongi's arms still around her. She rolled to the side and lifted herself to watch him, to see the first rays of light coming from the window touch the soft features of his face, so peaceful asleep, to see the dawning sun ricochet his dark locks she loved so much, for the last time.

She knew she had overslept and the screams that seemed so far away from them were probably her father's men looking for her. They already knew she was missing.

A wave of anguish broke through her, her thoughts so painful that she didn't notice the couple of tears that rolled down her cheeks or even the soft sobs she fought hard to keep within. Yoongi opened his eyes. He smiled when he saw her and right after his eyes scanned her face, his hand coming to touch her teary cheeks. Carolina knew he was memorizing her features, as she was memorizing his, she knew that this was their goodbye.

“Yoongi,” she started, her voice hoarse with sleep and swallowed tears. “It is time for me to go if I still want a chance of escaping.”

“I know, mo ghràdh.” He said sorrowfully.

The princess leaned forward for the last peck, a soft one on his pouty lips, and then got up from the bed without glancing back. She searched the floor for her clothes and once she spotted them she retrieved them swiftly, the cold cloths serving as a shield for her body once more. Her dress was the tricky part, but she took all her effort gladly to tie the laces of the corset alone as if focusing on the act would keep her safe from her feelings and her broken heart. It took her a little while, but when done with the dress and eventually her shoes, she turned back to face a now an all dressed Yoongi. She was so focused on her task she didn't even notice he was getting ready as well. With his kilt on, he made his way towards her, his sword clinking on his belt every step he took. This was it.

“Ye’ are blood of my blood…” Carolina whispered. Her eyes stared deeply at his while starting to recite the vows she knew by heart.

“...and bone of my bone.” He answered gently. “I give you my body, that we two might be one."

“I give you my spirit, 'til our life shall be done." She smiled crookedly.

Carolina was afraid, she knew the journey ahead of her wouldn't be easy... She was an adventurer by heart and she would always do her fair share of forbidden things, but to live as an outlaw and worst, to live in the wilderness alone was something she have never thought of. It was something she didn't know if she would be capable of doing. But it was looking at Yoongi's soft eyes that she gathered all the courage she needed, simply because she wanted to be with him. She wanted to be his, only his.

“Longer than that,” Yoongi said firmly, pulling the girl into him once more.

They both were interrupted by a noise coming from the hillside, right below where his cottage stayed. It was the sound of voices and footsteps. Carolina's heart was drumming loud on her ear, but she looked back at him, just for a moment to see the last sight of her lover.

He turned to her once more, catching sight of her beautiful chocolate eyes and suddenly he was crashing on her once more, pushing her hard against the wall in agony and desperation. He secured her tightly to him. She could feel his erection pressed into her stomach through the kilt.

Yoongi spoke hoarsely into her mouth. “Once more. I need you! I must have ye’- Just once more!”

He pushed her hard against the stone wall and the girl scrambled up her skirts as quickly as he raised his kilts. They looked like savages and this was hardly lovemaking as it had been hours ago in his small bed. He took her quickly and was overly powerful. Their hips snapping against each other, his large hand covering her mouth that wouldn't contain the pleasurable moans, her hands pulling hard on his hair enough to make him hiss.

“Your mine- Ah!” He felt intoxicated by her — by all the feelings he was feeling right now. How would he let her go? “Ye’re all mine.” It was all it took for Carolina to unravel against him. Her leg secure by his hand that embraced his hip spasmed and he held it even tighter. It would definitely leave marks for her to remember this moment.

“I love you.” She gasped, head leaned on the wall while his hips thrust into her at an erratic pace. Once he heard her saying those words he reached for her neck and grunted in total bliss as he came undone. The voices were nearer, both could tell.

He kissed her once more. “Never forget,” he said, “how immense my love for you is.”

And before she could say anything else he pushed her towards the back door of his cottage. As she ran for it, she glanced back to see him standing in the middle of the room, sword ready to be drawn. “Go, mo ghràdh, I will stall the men for you.”

And with tears in her eyes, she turned away from him and ran for her life. After that, she knew she could face anything that came her way, for as her thighs were wet and slick with Yoongi's seed, and she stumbled on rocks while pushing her way through branches blinded by tears, she came to the realization that nothing hurt more than to kiss your lover goodbye.

Later on, she was caught. Her father had been far too cunning, knowing his daughter would try to run. Never in her life had she done something she didn’t want. He called all his men to protect the secret passages the castle had and sadly enough, she was caught in one of those. She tried to fight, but in the end, she was too tired. Too tired to run. Too heartbroken. And has the ship sailed, in direction to her new living hell, she understood she never got to say goodbye to her brother. She never got to ask Mary to take care of her horse. She had many things unfinished, she had to come back home. She would be back.

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I Found You

Pairing: Tattoo Artist!Hoseok x Doctor!Reader.

Genre: One Night Stand to Lovers; Fluff; Angst; Smut.

Word Count: 25.9K

Warning: Angsty. Language. Sexual activities. Daddy kink. Mild mention of pain within pleasure. 

Rating: 18+.

Banner Maker: @httpangelicjimin​ is the lovely human who dealt with me changing my banner and being willing to change the title on this one when I thought to use it for a story I’d pulled at of my ass at that exact moment.

Beta Reader: @mindays​ is the sweetest bean in the world who betas all my stuff and not only corrects things, but makes me feel like I’m not just writing trash. 

YN just wanted a weekend of peace and doing nothing. She’d spent a week doing twelve–hour shifts at the hospital and despite doing her best to take breaks she was drained. So, when one of the other doctors said they needed to swap their three–day weekend for one she had two weeks later she jumped at the chance.

It was like the universe was on her side. 

So, she’d spent Friday sleeping and eating. Somehow, she’d even managed to get in some yoga, which made her body feel like it was on cloud nine. All the tension and stress of being on her feet melting away. It was just what she needed. 

And she planned to spend her Friday night the same way. Surrounded by snacks as she watched the k–drama Goblin from the comfort of her bed and planned to order dinner as soon as the two leads finally confessed. She was so enthralled with the scene playing out – despite seeing it a million times – that she didn’t even notice the door to her bedroom open and her roommate enter.

It was just as the moment she was waiting for was to happen that she was alerted.

“What are you doing?” Beau asked, well shouted.

Startled, YN whipped her head around to stare at the male, eyes wide and chest heaving. Her heart felt like it was going to jump from her chest.

“What the fuck Beau?” YN said.

All she got was laughter and him plopping down onto her bed, obstructing the view of her TV. It’s when YN tried to push him to the side that she realized the moment had passed and the scene moved on to something else. Her nostrils flared and she glared at Beau, reaching out to slap his arm but hitting his breast instead as he tried to dodge.

“Ow,” Beau whined, swatting her back.

YN slapped his hand before he could though and stuck out her tongue. 

“Ow my ass. You know that’s my favorite,” she mumbled.

Beau stuck out his tongue as well, his hand rubbing the assaulted boob. “Yes, that you’ve seen like three times this month alone.” 

“And that matters because?”

“Because you can wait to see it again and we are going out to a party at the tattoo shop and you have to get dressed.”

The expression of annoyance on YN’s face morphed to that of confusion as she stared her roommate down. She reached up pushing his long, curly hair out of the way to press her hand against his forehead. It felt normal, which couldn’t possibly be right.

“We? We are doing what now?” she asked. 

Beau rolled his eyes and rose from the bed. 

“We are going to Yoonie’s shop and enjoying a tattoo party. You haven’t gone out to do anything in almost two months and you can’t use too tired as an excuse. I want you to go. Yoongi wants you to go. And you know it won’t be crazy, so you’re going.”

Naturally, YN had about twelve different arguments for why she shouldn’t go out, but then she saw Beau pout and something in her black soul couldn’t say no. She’d been impervious to his charms once upon a time, but now she was mush. It was ridiculous. 

Also, she wouldn’t put it past him to Facetime Yoongi who’d smile at her one time and make her crack in an instant. Her roommate’s boyfriend was a kindred spirit and made her soft, so saying no to him felt like committing a crime or something.

How she’d attracted people who could weaken her defenses she was unsure. But she guessed they were nice to have around.

Groaning, she threw her head back. “Fine.”

Beau squealed and immediately turned towards YN’s closet, but that was a no go for her. He’d spend forever in there trying to get YN to wear something slightly more over the top then needed. Which would be done for the sole purpose of trying to put her out there to any of the people at the party so he could convince her to go on a date.

Wasn’t happening.

“Nope. I’ll find something on my own. You go get my curl creme and edge control from your bathroom, because I know you stole it,” YN said.

“I didn’t–”

YN fixed him with a glare before he could continue and he stopped talking though there was an eye roll as he walked out of the room.

“Also, I know you took my high waisted shorts too. Don’t think I don’t,” she shouted after him.

Once she heard a series of words cursing her a smile graced her lips. Getting on Beau’s nerves – even a little bit – was always fun. 

With her temporary privacy YN made a beeline to her dresser. Without much thought, she yanked a pair of high waisted gray shorts from a drawer and slipped them on under her shirt.

She’d decided the weekend would be anti–pants.

After that she found a bra from another drawer and slipped it on up underneath before heading to the closet. Obviously, she wasn’t going to go all out but that did not mean that she wouldn’t at least try to be cute. She searched for a bit before finding a lilac, long sleeved, cold–shoulder top. It was a favorite of hers. Tight and flowy in all the right places. She was forever thankful that she’d been home the day Beau cleaned out his closet and had the chance to snap up a few things.

YN slipped off her shirt and pulled on the top before heading out of the room towards her bathroom. She was met part way by Beau with her hair care products in his hands.

“You’re not going to shower?” he asked.

“I showered three hours ago.”

At that Beau shrugged, but then there was this weird smile that graced his lips. It was one that YN was very familiar with and she’d already started shaking her head.

“Can I do your hair?” he asked.

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Because you take too long. We wouldn’t leave for another hour at least because you’d overthink if something is even or if it looks good. And I’m guessing we don’t have that kind of time.”

Beau pursed his lips for a moment, but then shook his head. 

“Exactly. So, give me fifteen minutes to do something with it and put on bare minimum make–up.”

He nodded and retreated from the bathroom. “I’ll text Yoonie and then go down to the car.”

YN gave a thumbs up before she got to work. Her make–up was truly bare minimum with some concealer, mascara, and a touch of gloss. Enough to keep her from looking like she’d worked twelve–hour shifts but not too much that she felt the need to do a full face. Then once that was done, she whipped off her bonnet and took down the twists. She’d planned to leave the twist–out in for a few days, but it needed washing so it could come down sooner.

It took her a total of five minutes to get the hair down, placed how she wanted, and her edges laid. A spritz of oil and some mild teasing of her curls and she was pleased. 

She indeed looked cute enough to be happy with herself.

After grabbing her phone, purse, and backup charger she made quick work of slipping on a random pair of shoes and making her way downstairs to Beau’s car. He was pulled up to the door when she arrived, so the moment she slipped in they were off.

For the first ten minutes of the drive they listened to music and belted the lyrics, but just as they grew closer to the shop Beau turned it down.

“You have to be nice to people,” he said, fixing YN with a look that made her close her mouth as she went to protest. “I know you think you’re not mean, but you’re mean. You can’t be mean. Talk to people before you decide they’re dicks and then you can be however you want. But you’re here to have fun, destress, and socialize. Even if it’s only a little. And no, Yoongi and I don’t count.”

YN sighed, but nodded. But then a thought popped into her head.

“So that means–”

Beau cut her off just as he parked behind the shop. “No. No Jungkook or Jin or any of the boys either. You must branch out to someone else.”

Of course, he was right, so she was just going to go with it. Plus, there was one week where all YN thought about in her off time was that she needed to go out more. However, all her friends happened to be busy that whole week and she couldn’t be bothered to venture out on her own.

“Okay, dad.”

At that Beau glared at her before getting out of the car. YN laughed so hard she barely managed to get her belt off and to the back door before he opened it.

Once they were in the building she could hear the faint sound of music playing and it just happened to be a song she loved. YN followed Beau through the backroom to the hallway that led to all the tattoo rooms and then eventually to the spacious lobby area.

There were people loitering about mingling with each other, but it was not as many as YN originally feared. And honestly fewer people than when Yoongi usually threw get–togethers. So, it was a win for her.

The moment they stepped into view most people’s attention turned to them. Yoongi – who was in the middle of a conversation with Jimin, Namjoon, and someone else YN couldn’t see clearly – smiled their way. He broke from the group with his arms opened and Beau moved quickly towards him, but he was bypassed for YN.

As YN wrapped her arms around Yoongi in a tight hug she smirked at Beau over his shoulder. Beau pouted and glared at them.

“Does he look ready to murder us yet?” Yoongi whispered, amusement clear in his voice.

“Nah, just being a big baby.”

At that Yoongi laughed and pulled away from YN, but that didn’t mean he turned to greet his boyfriend. No, instead he reached up and gently pinch YN’s cheek which earned him a slap of the hand.

“Good to see you’re still eating properly with all that work you’re doing. Those precious cheeks looking plumper than usual, baby sister. So cute,” he cooed.

YN rolled her eyes so hard surely they should’ve gotten stuck. Yoongi always got weird when he didn’t see her for long periods of time because of work. It was cute, but also slightly embarrassing. Like the last time he’d called her little sister in a room full of people YN could count the number of people on two hands who tried to process this Korean man calling some Black woman his little sister.

“Of course, I eat. You constantly leave me food or send delivery to my job. Or have Jin come from all the way on the opposite side of the hospital at mealtimes to bully me into eating at specific times,” YN said.

All Yoongi did was smile and wink at her before turning around to face Beau. Of course, Beau tried to maintain his pout, but all it took was Yoongi smiling and kissing him for that to stop. While YN made fake gagging sounds in the background. 

That earned her another glare from Beau, but again it didn’t last long as he looked between her and Yoongi.

“At this point you may as well find a way to adopt her,” Beau said.

“Oh, don’t worry. Mom already has the paperwork going,” Yoongi said.

It was hard to tell if he was joking though. He’d hinted at that before and since his mother had taken to her the same way he had; it wasn’t impossible that it would be a thought. And if YN was honest, she didn’t mind. His family was amazing and she loved them to pieces. They also reciprocated that love and it felt like she’d belonged somewhere for the first time. Like she had family for the first time in years.

YN shook her head as she tried to get her mind from wandering down that path. It wasn’t great and she didn’t want to ruin her night by thinking about someone who didn’t matter to her. Someone who she didn’t matter to.

“Oh, Hobi’s here. You can finally meet him, Sid. You two always manage to never be in the same place at the same time,” Beau said.

Nodding, YN followed them over to where the boys were standing around. Before she could even speak she was wrapped in hugs. And all of them were so tight that she was unsure if they were trying to break her. Once that was done she stepped a bit away so they didn’t think of clinging to her again.

“Hi to you too,” she mumbled while rubbing one of her sore arms.

Jin laughed as he watched her. “That’s what you get when you go MIA for so long. Even I had trouble finding you and we pretty much worked all the same shifts.”

“Maybe you’d find me if you didn’t spend so much time flirting with all the nurses in my department,” she said.

Naturally Jin didn’t mind being called out in the slightest and merely smirked at her. The dork loved himself a little too much sometimes. Or honestly the ladies loved him a little too much. And men. And non–binary people. Just everyone. Everyone loved him a little too much and as a respectful “fuckboy” he ate it all up.

“Before we’re forced to hear about Jin and the new male nurse in cardiology. YN meet Hoseok. Hoseok, YN,” Yoongi said.

Finally, YN glanced the way of the mystery man from earlier and her eyes widened a fraction. She would’ve been embarrassed if his expression didn’t mirror hers. 

He looked almost exactly like that last – and first – time she saw him months ago, except his hair was longer and a light brown. It looked good on him, like way too good that she was imagining how things would have differed if she’d had all that to pull on.

Of course, while she mildly fantasized the others stared them down and descended into confusion when neither spoke a word.

“Uh, y’all good?” Beau asked cautiously. 

“Do you know each other or something?” Namjoon asked.

Not taking their eyes off each other they both nodded. But Yoongi didn’t find that sufficient and pinched YN, drawing her out of the momentary shock.

“Uh, yeah. We met a few months ago in a club,” she said.

Hoseok nodded. “We slept together.”

That made everyone freeze, mouths and eyes opened wide in shock. But that shock did not last long at all.

Yoongi lost it a little. “Oh goodness, no. No. No. No. You made me listen to you go into detail about that. You basically just gave me a preview of my little sister’s sex life. No.”

Hoseok appeared to be embarrassed by that, but not so much that he tried to escape or hide away. And YN was almost equally disgusted, but not because her sex life had been divulged. She had no qualms with that seeing as she’d done the same thing. But thinking about Yoongi knowing anything that happened that night was just so weird. Her body literally shuddered at the thought.

“My bad,” Hoseok said.

“Yeah, your bad,” Yoongi said.

From there silence remained within the group, but then something shifted in Yoongi and he looked ready to square up with Hoseok.

“Did you sleep with her and kick her out? Hoseok, so help me if you treated her like trash I will hurt you.”

YN quickly moved to put a hand on his shoulder and push him back a bit. 

“Whoa, there. None of that happened. We slept together and he offered to let me stay the night. The next morning I got dressed and we said our goodbyes. He was very nice,” she said. 

It took a moment or two before Yoongi calmed down, but when he did he appeared remorseful for his little outburst. And though YN was a little surprised and knew it was unnecessary some part of her was warmed by having someone willing to back her up.

“Sorry,” Yoongi mumbled.

However, despite Yoongi pulling it together, Beau was looking at Hoseok as if not sure if he was upset with him or not. Which was not good seeing as YN knew of the two Beau was most likely to hurt some feelings on behalf of those he cared about. And it didn’t matter how close he was to the other person, if you fucked up, you fucked up and he was going to tell you about yourself.

“Is this going to make things awkward?” Beau asked.

“It shouldn’t,” Hoseok said.

At the same time YN replied with, “Nope.”

That appeased him enough and YN hoped all of it would stop there, but obviously that couldn’t be the case.

“Go talk,” Yoongi said.

“What? Why?” YN whined.

Yoongi fixed her with a serious expression and she knew immediately that he wasn’t going to budge. “Because I need to be sure it won’t be awkward so you need to go talk about this. Also, I just need a moment away from both of you until the mental image stops.”

“But–” Hoseok started.

“Let’s just do it. He’ll push for forever and then it’ll be bigger than it is. Plus, you did just mentally scar him.”

Sighing, he stood straight up and nodded. “Fair.”

YN stepped out of the way so that he could get by and extended her arm in a flourish. 

“Lead the way.” 

And lead he did. Hoseok took her towards the back and didn’t stop until he entered one of the artist rooms. It was one YN had never been in before so she assumed it was his and was proven correct when she saw some polaroids of him tattooing on the wall next to some sketches.

While she took in the space Hoseok had taken a seat in his rolling stool and watched her. He didn’t rush the conversation, just observed her. And from the way he angled down to her lower half when she finally looked his way, he was also checking her out.

YN smirked at that.

“We fucked, it was good, we did it again in the morning before I left, and there are no hard feelings right?”

That made Hoseok laugh. “As blunt as you were then. You keep that up and I might need another round right now.”

“Another round?”

“Yup.”

“Right here?”

“Yup.”

Then it was YN’s turn to laugh. “You must want Yoon to kill you.”

“I’d be fine with that. At least I got to have some great sex before I die. And isn’t that all anyone could ever ask for?”

And just like that she remembered why she’d even wanted to go home with Hoseok that night. His bright smile, the easy back and forth, the fact that she most definitely wanted to sit on his face and he was more than down for that.

From that point in their conversation, they went to talking about the ideal thing to do before death and then somehow got to talking about some YouTube video Hoseok had seen. It reached the point where he whipped out his phone to show her, standing up so she could see better. Though because of the length standing got annoying fast and despite there being a perfectly good tattoo chair that they could recline next to them, Hoseok sat on his stool and pulled YN onto his lap.

They were so wrapped up in what they were talking about and then watching, that neither of them realized how long they’d been gone. Or how that would look.

Yoongi burst into the room suddenly as if to catch them in the act and neither of them even flinched. And despite them clearly not being up to anything he still glared at Hoseok like he was planning his death. 

“What are you doing?” Yoongi asked.

YN shrugged, turning the phone so he could see. “Watching a thirty–minute video about drama in the YouTube beauty industry.”

For a moment Yoongi’s glare stopped and his brows knitted in confusion as he squinted to see the screen. But as quick as his aggression left it returned.

“On his lap?”

“We got tired of standing,” she said.

At that Yoongi raised a brow and gestured to the tattoo chair as if the answer were obvious, and it was but it didn’t really matter.

YN groaned. “It’s not a big deal.” 

“You’re sitting on his lap!”

“Just be happy it’s all I’m sitting on,” she mumbled.

The gasp that left Yoongi afterwards made her aware that she hadn’t said it low enough, and before she could say anything else he stormed out of the room murmuring about needing bleach.

“Wait, Yoon. I’m sorry,” she shouted as she got up and went after him. Though she was laughing so it didn’t make it any better.

From there she was forced to chase Yoongi around the party until he let her hug him and promised not to murder Hoseok. Of course, it took some of Beau’s help for the second thing because any time Hoseok made a case for himself you could tell Yoongi was thinking about it even more.

After that, she moved about talking to the people she knew, but somehow always ended up in some corner talking with Hoseok about anything and everything. It was nice and she didn’t hate being forced out of her home as much. Of course, she was still tired so a good time and a nice conversation didn’t remove the longing fully.

As things winded down and people started to leave the core group – the people who worked there and close friends – all huddled near the waiting area. They all joked around and dragged each other for everything under the sun. Most things weren’t off limits so it led to a lot of dodging random punches to the arms if anyone felt any kind of way. But no one ever crossed a line.

It remained that way until even they got tired and were ready to head home. YN got up from her seat to use the bathroom and Beau hopped up with her.

“I’ll come with you,” he said.

YN paused and turned to look at him with a raised brow.

“Why?”

“Because.”

Arguing was always a choice, but it was also a waste of time and she really had to pee. So, without a word YN turned and headed to the bathroom with Beau hot on her heels. Once inside she was grateful it was two stalls so she had some distance between them, but it wasn’t much since Beau felt the need to lean against the closed stall door as he talked to her.

“So, what are the odds you sleep with Hobi again?” he asked.

YN rolled her eyes. Of course, that’s what he wanted. 

“Moderate to high seeing as I’ll probably see him more often now that he’s not guesting at shops all the time and we’ll be in each other’s presence a lot more. Plus, he is single and I have no objections to sleeping with him if he’s down.”

“Wait. Did you just give in? That quickly? Oh, come on you usually make me work for it or deny, deny, deny until I leave you alone.”

There was the sound of a toilet flush before YN answered.

“Maybe it’s because you’re a nosy Nancy and I know you won’t let this go. Plus, what is the point of lying to you when I’m sure everyone noticed me checking him out more than once in the past few hours,” she said.

With a slightly harder push she indicated her want to exit the stall and Beau moved to let her out. She tried to avoid his gaze, but she saw him in the mirror as she went to wash her hands. 

Beau stared at her with eyes wide, but slowly a smirk graced his lips. Which was all YN needed to see to know he was not done with his questions despite getting an answer from her so easily.

“So, is this a fucking thing or could it be a dating thing? Do I finally get to go on double dates with you again? We haven’t had those since you and that doctor Jin works with broke up.”

“I don’t know. I’m not even saying we’re going to have sex again; I’m saying I’m not opposed. Whatever happens, happens,” she said, but just as she finished rinsing she continued, “And for the love of Zeus please do not mention that man ever again. He’s been trying to enact some sort of at work booty call situation and has Jin passing me notes. I would rather do anything else but remember dating him.”

At that Beau laughed, well more like he cackled. He found amusement in hearing about how that man just didn’t know how to take a hint. Of course, YN’s “ex” had never gone as far as to make her uncomfortable or cross a line, but he was so damn annoying and she was beyond over it.

“Okay, okay. I’ll let it go. And I’ll never bring up Dr. Mistakes–Anal–Beads–As–Candy.”

Before YN could even turn around Beau ran away, sprinting out of the bathroom at a speed he reserved for when he knew his ass was going to be kicked. And YN did plan to kick it but decided not to once she’d gotten out of the bathroom. At least not do it right then, she’d get her revenge another time. An unexpected time. 

So, while Beau ran to hide YN took her sweet time making it back out front. When she appeared Beau was hiding behind Joon and she didn’t even bat an eyelash or glance his way. She wanted to build the fear. 

With their return everyone started to say their goodbyes and gave out an unnecessary amount of hugs. Yoongi had an early morning work thing so he was going back to his apartment, which meant he and Beau being soft on a vomit inducing level for a few minutes. It was a win for YN because she didn’t have to hear them or happen on their naked forms at some point, but as she was forced to see them snuggle into each other and cooing she kind of wished he was coming back with them. Or that Beau was going with him.

Thankfully, Hoseok appeared in front of her and his presence gave her something else to focus on, even if she could still hear them. Though even that went out the window the moment he leaned down to whisper in her ear. 

“I would be more than okay with sleeping with you again. Like very much so down for that to the point that you could ask me right now,” he said.

YN scoffed at that, knowing he must’ve heard Beau in the bathroom. Which wasn’t hard seeing as he’d asked the questions loudly despite them being in the same space.

“Eavesdropping, are we?” YN asked. 

Hoseok laughed and shrugged. “Just in the right place at the right time. And I’m very glad I was.”

“Ah, okay. Well, I’ll make sure to remember your answer to this thing you didn’t eavesdrop on,” she said.

He pulled away, but only enough to meet her eyes. “You should. You should even give me your number so we can maybe make it a thing.”

Though part of her wanted to laugh, something about the eye contact and smooth words made her just hand over her unlocked phone. Which made Hoseok smile wider than she’d seen, something that she thought would be impossible.

Once he put the number in and called himself he handed it back. YN thought he’d give her space after that, but he just leaned in again. That time he was close enough that she felt his breath on her neck and it sent a tingle down her spine.

“Oh, and I’m down for the dating thing too. So, text me when you have the time to let me take you out,” he whispered.

That time a tingle coursed through her for a different reason, and in a different place. 

YN planned to take him up on those offers, but of course work happened. 

Things at the hospital weren’t even hectic, but for some reason she worked ten times more than she had for months. She was in a constant state of movement, to the point where she ate while walking the halls to do things and only ever sat in the car ride home and when she went to bed. Her body wasn’t happy at all, but it knew there was no stopping. 

Or it at least knew that it would get a short break in between and kept going until that time came.

Her work week was at its end on a Tuesday night. It would be almost two weeks off for her since she’d taken on such a workload that she was mandated a longer off time and her vacation time coincided with that. It was a miracle. Or that’s what it felt like with how shitty her day had been.

It was non–stop running around because an accident occurred and she was in and out of surgeries. Nothing she hadn’t experienced before, but on one operating table there was a pregnant woman who’d been on her way in because of labor. In the end she was fine but trying to stop the bleeding and safely deliver the baby was a draining task. 

After that YN was allowed time to shower and eat, because ten hours in surgery was no joke. 

And because of the strenuous work she’d been moved to doing only charts for her last few hours. There weren’t a lot so she trudged along slowly to get them done. She finished her last one about fifteen minutes before her shift was over.

Of course, she usually hid until time was up but something possessed her to go to the nurses’ station to check on things. However, when she arrived at the station she was surprised to see who was standing there.

Jin was flirting with the head nurse as usual, though the woman merely ignored him. It wasn’t like he was one hundred percent serious and she was older and married. Her kids were Jin’s age. So, the young doctor with his smooth words didn’t faze her. But the true surprise was that Hoseok was leaning against the counter next to him talking with a male nurse.

None of them paid her any attention until she got closer and cleared her throat. 

With her presence clear Hoseok turned to her and she watched as his smile grew and though she returned it confusion bloomed.

Naturally, Jin didn’t let her curiosity last too long.

“Looks like Hobi was right on time. Though I’m glad you showed up instead of making me search your hiding spots,” he said.

“Right on time for what?” she asked.

“Oh, he got tired of the conflicting schedules so he demanded to know when you would be free so he could ta–”

Hoseok cut him off, using his hand to cover Jin’s.

“What he’s trying to say is that I wanted to go out with you soon and I thought this was the easiest way. Though it might seem a little creepy, but I’d hope you could look past that since you did joke about the only way this would work is if I were spontaneous. Plus, you said you’re off for a while after today,” Hoseok said.

Though he appeared confident in his words she could see some uncertainty in his eyes. He probably worried he’d crossed a line. And though usually she’d be put off by that, he wasn’t wrong she had said it. Plus, she’d been serious and joking. With the way life was there was always a high chance she’d keep forgetting or having something else to do. Or he’d be busy with work himself.

But got damn was she tired and in no way prepared to go out with anyone. That must have been clear in her expression though, because Hoseok was already talking.

“I know, you’re ending a week of intense shifts. And Jin told me this one was not great by any means. We’re not going out, going out. I had something planned for us to stay in. It could be your place or mine. Nothing crazy or that requires energy or paying much attention. Promise.”

YN pursed her lips for a moment, but she didn’t hate the idea. She was tired, exhausted was probably the better term, but being in the company of someone else in a relaxing environment sounded good.

“That’s fine,” she said.

In an instant she watched all worry leave his face and his smile brighten even more. That time she had no reservations about returning it.

“Let me finish up and go get my stuff and I can meet you at the main entrance?”

“Yeah. I’ll be out front.”

“Okay.”

“Okay.”

They stood there for a moment staring at each other until Jin got fed up and lightly shoved YN in the opposite direction. After glaring at him she finally made her away around the nurses’ station to talk for a moment with the doctor taking over. It was a few minutes before she headed to the locker rooms and switched from her scrubs to a pair of joggers and a too big hoodie she’d stolen from Yoongi some time ago.

After a quick bye to her people and Jin – who had a few hours more of his shift – she headed to the main entrance. Hoseok wasn’t right in front because that was illegal, so she had to jog a little to get to his car. He leaned over to push the door open for her and she slid in, dropping her small backpack on the floor in front of her.

Once she’d gotten her seatbelt on she expected him to start driving, but after several seconds of nothing she turned to look at him. He wore an amused expression as he watched her.

“What?” she asked.

“You haven’t told me where you would prefer.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah, oh.”

He chuckled at her obvious forgetfulness.

“It’s wherever you want, love,” he said.

“Uh…” 

YN pulled her lower lip between her teeth and nibbled on it while she weighed her choices. At home she’d get comfortable instantly and have everything that she needed at her fingertips. But at the same time she didn’t want to deal with Yoongi being weird and overprotective and she knew he’d be there that night. But Hoseok’s meant spending a night in a bed she was only mildly familiar with, which would end in her waking up more disoriented than usual after a shift like the one she had.

After a minute or so of debate, her sanity won out.

“Yours.”

“Okay then, it shouldn’t ta–”

“But I need to stop by my apartment to get some things–”

They both spoke at the same time and paused when they heard the other. There was silence for a few seconds and then laughter. YN motioned for Hoseok to continue.

“I was saying that it shouldn’t take long. I don’t live far from here. And to answer what you were saying, Beau summoned me to your apartment and gave me that,” he said while pointing to the back seat.

There sat one of YN’s weekend trip bags and immediately she rolled her eyes. Of course, Beau somehow foresaw that she’d chose to go to Hoseok’s or at least he hoped enough to raid her room for things she’d need. 

Sometimes she questioned how close they were when she found herself unbothered by him going into her room to pick clothes for her. But alas what was done was done.

“Well, I guess straight to yours it is.”

Hoseok nodded and they were off. He didn’t try to make conversation and for that YN was glad. Despite the time to decompress at work with her charting it was never good enough because she was still in the environment. On the way home was a good time for her to process and move on with her day. It helped keep the bad things from lingering if she got them out of the way. It also lowered her emotional sensitivity. Sometimes the smallest thing could set her off after a hard day if she didn’t sit with it for a moment.

By the time she finished they were in the parking garage of his building and had been for several minutes. She only realized when her brain registered that she hadn’t felt the vibrations of the car for some time. Free from her haze she turned to look at Hoseok in confusion. 

He smiled. “You were deep in thought, so I wanted to let you finish whatever it was. Not like we’re in a rush anyway.”

At that YN could feel her cheeks heat a little, though not enough that a blush would be clear. She murmured a soft thank you and they got out of the car.

Though she’d been able to grab her backpack from the floor without a problem, Hoseok snatched up her other bag and tossed it over his shoulder. And from the look on his face when she’d reached for it there hadn’t been any use in trying to take it from him. So, she followed him as he led her through the garage and into the building. Once inside he slowed and when they were next to each other his hand went to her lower back, guiding her to the elevators.

Though she’d been a bit drunk the last time she’d come to his apartment she could still remember the way up. Her brain hit her with a barrage of images at every step and once inside the elevator it played out the whole scene of them practically humping each other as they made out.

Hoseok seemed to remember as well because he laughed and then looked at her with a smirk on his lips. She rolled her eyes and nudged him with her elbow, but of course she wasn’t actually bothered at all.

“Don’t think it’s happening again,” she said.

“Don’t think what’s happening again?” he asked, faux innocence coloring his voice.

Yet another eye roll and laughter from him before the doors opened on his floor and he guided her out. The apartment was the last one in the hallway which meant she had to deal with his teasing the entire way there. Once he input the code she pushed the door open to get away from him and his poking.

It was exactly how her fuzzy and then morning brain remembered. Organized with a few things thrown here and there, but by no means messy. There was also a strong smell of what could have been lavender, but YN couldn’t tell.

“You can set your stuff down in the bedroom. And shower if you want. I know you’ve had a long day, so it could help,” he said as he finally handed over her bag.

For a moment YN thought to turn him down because she’d showered, but then she realized how icky she felt. Showers at work weren’t always the best for feeling truly clean no matter how long you stayed in there or how hard you scrubbed.

“I think I’ll take you up on that,” she said.

Nodding, Hoseok led her to his bedroom and then to the ensuite. She set her backpack down in a corner of the room and brought the weekend bag with her. Once she entered the bathroom Hoseok was turning on the shower and then pulling out a towel, rag, and pointed out the body wash for her.

“That should be it,” he said, but paused glancing at her. “Do you need something for your hair?”

YN smiled at the consideration but shook her head. 

“I don’t care a whole lot if the braids get wet and I’m sure Beau packed something for me. But thank you.”

Moving forward she pressed a kiss to his cheek, which made him freeze. When she pulled away he’d collected himself and was smiling at her. He stared for a moment before excusing himself so that she could get her shower in. Telling her to call out for him if she needed anything.

Since she’d showered a few hours before it wasn’t a long one. Beau had packed a shower cap and her bonnet in the bag, along with some things that she most definitely didn’t need since she had no plans to have sex with Hoseok. And even if she did there was no need for the vibrator he put in there. But ignoring that she undressed and threw on the shower cap, jumping into the shower so she could get it done. She stood under the hot water for a while and it helped calm her further, but since she didn’t want to take a century in there she cut it shorter than her usual. 

It took maybe ten minutes or less for her to get herself clean in a way that actually felt like it and then she was done. She dried off in the shower before stepping out. Quickly, she threw on her undergarments – thank goodness Beau packed a sports bra – and then a pair of pajama shorts, plus a too large t–shirt that she’d stolen from Beau who’d stolen it from Yoongi. 

Once done she redid the bun her box braids were in and headed out with all her stuff. The moment she stepped foot into the bedroom she was met with a shirtless Hoseok in low hanging joggers. 

It took everything in her not to stare at the tattoos like she’d done the first time they met. Tipsy her had the man unbuttoning his shirt in the bar so she could get a better look. How they didn’t get kicked out, she was unsure.

“Done already?” he asked, glancing up from his phone.

“Yeah. I took one at work, I just didn’t feel clean enough,” she said.

He nodded though she saw a look flash in his eyes for a second and then disappear as quick as it came. She assumed it was worry or pity, something she was used to when she said things like that. People tended to think she was trying to wash away something that wasn’t physically there and they wouldn’t be completely wrong in that assumption.

YN placed her bag near the backpack and then turned back to Hoseok with a raised brow. 

“So, what are we doing?” she asked.

Hoseok pursed his lips as if in deep thought, but in a second it was replaced with yet another smile. “I was thinking of watching The Old Guard and finishing that season of Kakegurui. We don’t have to move onto season two, but I need to get to the end before I lose it.”

They’d been watching that anime together via Facetime for a few weeks and were maybe four or five episodes out from finishing. And YN wanted to get that done as much as he did. But she also had been upset for weeks about not getting to watch Old Guard. Like upset enough that she accused Beau of betrayal when he watched it without her and Yoongi had to play mediator. Though she was upset with him too, despite his somewhat convincing lie about falling asleep halfway through it.

But regardless of that she couldn’t help the happy feeling that filled her for him remembering that and for thinking it was something she’d enjoy. He was very right and honestly, it was what she needed to fully immerse herself into the relaxation of a break.

“That sounds great,” she said, smiling way too hard.

Without a word Hoseok reached out for her hand and she let him take it. Their fingers laced together as they walked out into the living room. Out there the TV was set up and the couch had a few blankets as well as some fluffy looking pillows. And since it was one of the larger ones that were in an L–shape she knew she’d fit comfortably on it no matter which way she laid.

She was led all the way to the couch and Hoseok practically ripped her arm off pulling her down with him. YN gasped and struggled to right herself as she was practically swallowed by the blankets. It took several seconds to get comfortable, but before she could truly settle into that Hoseok pulled her closer so that she was practically on top of him.

When he stopped moving her around she slapped his arm. 

“Excuse me, sir. You’re getting mighty comfortable are you not?”

Hoseok snorted. “I’ve slept with you and despite only seeing each other a handful of times over several weeks I’ve made it very clear I’m into you. And you fell asleep during that one group movie night using my thigh as a pillow. So not a word about being comfortable, ma’am.” 

YN scoffed at that but didn’t say anything. She had a very vivid memory of waking up the next morning still pressed against his thigh. If everyone hadn’t been sprawled out around them, she would’ve been much more embarrassed than she had been. Which wasn’t that much since the man's thighs made a nice, firm pillow.

“Fine,” she mumbled.

“That’s what I thought. Now what are you craving for dinner?” he asked, pulling out his phone and adjusting it for both to see.

Before she opened her mouth to ask what the options were, he already had a folder where he kept all his takeout apps open. She perused the page until something caught her eye and then she tapped the little app for a pizza place she liked.

“I thought you avoided greasy food after a shift?” he asked.

YN tilted her head back and pouted at him. Of course he was right, but she wasn’t in the mood for something light and healthy. She’d deal with the consequences later.

“Are you going to deny me what I want?” she asked, her voice gentle.

Hoseok’s expression softened as he reached over to boop her nose. But then he stuck his tongue out at her.

“You know I’m not, so stop pouting. And I don’t want to hear not one complaint when you feel like shit in the morning,” he mumbled the last part.

“I will complain as I damn well please!” YN shouted in a burst of energy.

All Hoseok did was roll his eyes and shove the phone closer to her face so she could put toppings on her pizza and order whatever else she wanted. She didn’t get much else. Besides the pizza she got a large coke that she made clear wouldn’t be shared and fries because why the hell not. 

Fries were never a bad choice. Even when she felt like crap the morning after.

With food ordered, Hoseok wrangled her into another position and pressed play on Netflix. She planned to argue but she felt so comfortable and her body physically relaxed, so there was no urge to call him out. Besides, he knew what she was okay with and she knew that if she was actually uncomfortable, he’d accept being called out. They wouldn’t have survived that night after sex if they hadn’t been clear on what was and wasn’t okay.

YN got so caught up in watching and being comfortable that time passed quickly and before she knew it they were halfway through the second episode and his doorbell was ringing. She groaned and fussed about having to move but got up without much persuasion. 

Hunger was still present despite the need for comfort more than anything.

Hoseok went and came back in minutes. By then YN paused the show and moved down to the floor so she sat in front of the coffee table. He laid out all the food, placing her box of pizza in front of her, along with everything else. 

The urge to eat at the smell of the food was strong, but she waited until he returned from the kitchen with glasses and got comfortable next to her. She opened her box carefully and smiled as she looked at the pepperoni, bacon, jalapeno pizza with heart eyes. No time was wasted grabbing a slice and taking a bite. 

By some miracle she didn’t moan out loud afterwards.

It had been so long since she’d had that pizza or any pizza at all. She’d been busy with work and thus that meant avoiding greasy things for the most part. Even when someone had brought it into the breakroom she had opted to grab a poptart before she ran off somewhere. She didn’t realize that she actually missed it.

The way she ate it made her feel almost like a pig, but she’d only consumed three or so slices in the time it took the episode to finish and the next to reach its halfway point. And Hoseok hadn’t made any sort of comment, not that he would judge her about how she inhaled her food.

Though she had spent that time focused on the TV and her food, not even sparing a glance at Hoseok. Carefully she turned her head to see him equally as focused as she was, and his pizza almost gone. Her eyes went wide as she looked from his to hers and back again. She’d seen him eat before, but it still shocked her how fast he could consume food. 

Did he even chew?

After about forty–five seconds of her watching him Hoseok turned his head to look her way. He swallowed the crust he’d shoved into his mouth and raised a brow.

“Yes?” he asked.

“I don’t think you even chewed that.”

He merely shrugged and took a sip of his drink.

“I did chew,” he mumbled after.

“For what? Two seconds?” she asked incredulously.

That made him laugh; one of those throw your head back kind. It lasted for several seconds and at some point YN shook her head and moved her attention back to the TV. Hoseok tried to get her attention after but she shrugged him off, even as he poked her side repeatedly and whined in her ear about wanting attention.

As minutes went by it was a little hard to ignore him, but as the last episode queued up she closed her pizza box – despite having half left – and moved on to her fries. Which got him to stop since she was eating and poking a stomach while someone ate was cause for not a great time. 

But sadly, she barely ate a third of them before she felt the tightening of her stomach and knew it was best to stop. It wasn’t unbearable and she didn’t want to make it that way.

Once she pushed it away from her Hoseok took that as the cue to start cleaning things up and preparing them to be put away. After downing some of her coke in hopes of a burp to make her feel not bloated she went to help, but her hands were smacked away. That didn’t deter her, but after the fourth smack she glared at Hoseok.

“Why are you stopping me?” 

Hoseok paused in his cleaning, turning to her to smirk and wink.

“Because. Now go get comfortable. We’re going back to the couch and staying there for the rest of the night.”

YN pursed her lips for a moment before huffing and leaning back against the couch. 

“Fine. So bossy,” she mumbled, though not low enough.

Again, Hoseok paused and turned to her, but his expression was different. Amusement and a glint of mischief lurked in his eyes. The kind of mischief that sent a tingle down her spine and elsewhere.

“If you truly want bossy, we can always go back to you calling me Daddy, darling. I have no problem changing around this night since you want to misbehave,” he said. 

Naturally, YN stared him down unbothered by his words. Of course, they did something to arouse her, but she was also a brat and wouldn’t back down from such a small amount of intimidation. Especially when she wasn’t submersed in that mindset before the topic was brought up.

They stayed that way for a while. Just staring and waiting for the other to back down, however neither of them did. What stopped them was a yawn that YN tried to keep at bay breaking to the surface. 

His entire demeanor shifted despite the fact that YN saw he was clearly trying to keep his composure. Once he got his expression under control he pointed towards the couch and took everything to the kitchen.

Part of YN wanted to remain where she was, but she also didn’t want to start something she couldn’t finish. And that yawn reminded her of how tired she was – at least physically. She could fight sleep for a while, but her body felt a little sore and heavy. There was no point in keeping the little game going, so she dragged herself up from the floor and headed off to the bathroom to pee real quick. When she returned Hoseok wasn’t back yet, so she crawled onto the couch and positioned herself on her side against the corner of it.

A few minutes passed before he returned and when he did she was laying there scrolling through her twitter feed. She didn’t even notice his presence until he fell onto the couch, putting almost all his body weight on her in the process.

It took a minute or two to get him off, and when he finally freed her he snatched her phone to place on the other side of him. She was ready to take it back, but like the first time they got on the couch he pulled her into his arms to cuddle and placed half her body on top of his.

“So, we have ten minutes left on this last episode and then Old Guard?” he asked.

YN nodded, not finding any reason to disagree with what he said. Nothing in her no longer wanted to go along with the plan, if anything she was more eager now that she was calmer and had food in her system.

“Okay,” he said.

With that he started the episode up again and YN focused on the screen. It wasn’t like anything too exciting was happening, but either way she didn’t want to miss it. 

Once the ten minutes was up they stared at each other for a little while and said nothing. After a while they both shrugged and Hoseok put on Old Guard. YN hyper focused on it, her excitement bubbling in her stomach. However, she found it hard to focus no matter how much she was enjoying it. Her mind kept drifting back to the last episode – or well, the whole season. She couldn’t wrap her mind around what it was, but she didn’t want to spend the whole time trying to figure it out.

She was ready to let it go until Hoseok sighed.

Tilting her head a little she looked up at him and was met with furrowed brows and a perplexed expression.

“Something wrong?” she asked. 

Hoseok seemed startled by her sudden question because his eyes went wide for a second before he pulled it together.

“No. Everything’s fine,” he said.

That was obviously false and YN planned to push him on it, but then he sighed again.

“Okay, maybe it’s not fine. Nothing is wrong, at least nothing bad. But is it bad that I don’t know how to feel about the show and the ending?”

YN shook her head, pleased to see he felt the same way. 

“Oh, my goodness no. I haven’t been able to focus because I couldn’t figure out if I loved it or thought it was meh or anything. Like I know it wasn’t bad, but what do I feel? What does that ending make me feel?”

His body visibly relaxed.

“Oh, thank goodness it wasn’t just me.”

And just like that their movie was forgotten and they discussed the anime in depth. All their thoughts on scenes and the questions they had while watching and still had after finishing it. They got so wrapped up in it that by the time they finished it was really late and they decided to try and watch the movie the next day.

That night they fell asleep wrapped up in each other, closer than they’d been on the couch. Which felt impossible. 

“That’s not allowed! The rules don’t allow you to stack cards. No. No!” Jimin yelled, trying to force Yoongi’s cards back into his hands.

Yoongi smirked and simply slapped them back on top of the pile.

“Yes, you can. Now draw sixteen, bitch!”

Jimin squirmed where he sat on the floor and whined some more.

“It is not. You can’t do that,” Jimin said.

Not uttering a word, Yoongi simply pointed towards YN who was laughing at Jimin’s crybaby antics to the point that tears were falling. Every time she tried to pull it together she looked at his face and saw how upset he was and started laughing again. It took about four attempts to get it together over a minute before she could speak.

“Thems the rules,” she said.

Of course, that didn’t please Jimin at all, but when he looked around for back up no one offered their support. After rolling his eyes so hard they should’ve gotten stuck, he grabbed his sixteen cards from the stack. And he called Yoongi every word in the book while doing it. 

From there the game progressed with more yelling about what wasn’t allowed and Beau and YN locked in an intense battle for who would get Uno first. They kept yelling at each other and glaring whenever one of them did something to screw over the other. When they got down to their last card it seemed like one of them would lunge at the other at any given moment.

As the end drew near, YN was focused on the cards being placed down and stopping Taehyung from leaning over to peek at her hand. She had one blue and one red draw two that she needed to throw down, she just needed the right colors. 

And the universe did not let her down. 

Taehyung dropped a blue card as he stacked it with a yellow and immediately she began to laugh. One of those kinda creepy ones that you would expect from a villain. Turning her head she stared at Beau – who was after her – while she placed the cards down.

“Uno. Uno out, bitch! And draw four,” she shouted.

Though she wanted to savor that moment of staring at Beau’s enraged face she knew that she was in danger. YN’s next move was to roll away from the group, which was perfect timing since Beau already swung to punch her in the arm. She didn’t stop until her body bumped into the couch and someone’s legs, which was far enough away to get Beau to let her be, though the glare he fixed her with could’ve killed her.

All YN could do was smile, wink, and then finger gun at him. Which made him throw an empty can of beer at her, but his aim was shit so it sailed past YN and hit the small end table next to the couch instead.

The animosity fizzled after that though because the round was not over and of course if Beau couldn’t be first he needed to be second. Which meant destroying everyone else with all the stacks, reverses, color changes he had on hand. It was fun to watch them all groan and curse as he just laid out the cards each turn.

YN watched them intently but after a few moments the legs she’d rolled into lightly kicked her. She turned her head to look up at an amused but pouting Hoseok.

“Hi there,” he said.

“Hi.”

“Would you prefer to come up here? It’s more comfortable.”

For a moment YN pursed her lips as if actually thinking it over like it was some major decision, but Hoseok scoffed and kicked her again.

“Fine, fine. If you insist,” she said as she crawled up onto the couch. 

She sat so that her legs were pulled under her and they had a few inches between them, but Hoseok didn’t approve. He wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her closer so that her leg touched his thigh and then he released her, but kept the arm wrapped loosely around her. 

“You have to stop manhandling me, dude. At least take me on a date first,” she teased.

Hoseok scoffed. “We’ve had like four dates. What do you mean? And did you just dude me?”

YN rolled her eyes. “We’ve hung out four times in an apartment that was either yours or mine. And two of those times we slept the entire time. And yes, I did. What about it?”

“You fell asleep first one of those times,” Hoseok said incredulously, but he didn’t stop there. “And don’t act like you didn’t call those dates and consider them valid since you were so busy. Also, how dare you dude me? I thought I was better than dude?” 

“Okay, fine you’re right. But you have not taken me out on a date that involves leaving the house. Also, why are you better then dude? Is there something else I should be calling you?” she asked.

There was silence for a few moments as Hoseok looked at her, eyes wide and mouth agape. He seemed appalled, but YN didn’t know which thing was the problem. With how dramatic he could be anything she said could have “offended” him.

After she poked him in the side a few times he broke his silence.

“Yes, actually. I am not a dude, I am a… I am your… I am…”

Not wanting to interfere, YN watched as he struggled to find the right word for whatever it was he was trying to say. It was amusing to watch how flustered he got as more time went by. At some point he started blushing from it, his ears and neck turning red. It was interesting to see his neck tattooed colored in because of how flustered he was.

And though patient YN decided after two minutes of stuttering and avoiding eye contact that she needed to move things along.

She leaned towards his ear and whispered. “You’re my what, Hobi? My friend? My lover? My boyfriend? My daddy? What is it?”

The way she spoke was so soft and almost innocent, which was intentional. YN loved messing with people in general, so Hoseok was in no way immune to her trying to rile him up. Not even a little bit.

However, while it usually took more to get a reaction out of him he was already reacting before she finished the word daddy. His fingers dug into her side and then suddenly he was tickling her. It was just one hand at first, but then his other joined in and YN started violently squirming in an attempt to get away. 

“Stop,” she squealed.

That obviously didn’t help her at all, if anything Hoseok became more brutal with his tickling. At some point he eased up, but it was only as he adjusted himself to be over her since she’d fallen to the side upon his first attack and her body was sprawled across most of the couch. 

It took who knows how long for him to stop tickling her and by then she was breathing so heavily that it was all she could hear. Though it surely didn’t stop what he whispered in her ear from breaking through.

“You don’t want to test your daddy right now. You will stop teasing me.”

The deepness of his voice excited her and part of her brain wanted her to consider where she was, but it was overshadowed by the part that was wrapped up in him or maybe that part of her simply didn’t care in that moment.

Slowly, she tilted her head back so she could look into his eyes. Hoseok’s soft expression was no more and in its place was a locked jaw and intense eyes. YN could feel her heart quicken and without thought her hands began moving on their own accord, one tangling in his hair.

She felt so drawn into him and bit her lower lip as she felt like her body was on fire. Desire came to the forefront and she could feel the arousal as it built up inside her. And with the way Hoseok’s lips turned up into a smirk it was clear he could tell how she felt; which only made her want it more. Want him more.

But again, they weren’t considering where they were.

One second Hoseok’s head was dipping down and the next it was whipping up, his lips forming a frown and his eyes fixated on something off the couch. Or someone.

“Ow. Why are you throwing things?” Hoseok said. 

Confused, YN glanced around until she noticed an empty beer can on the floor in front of the couch. And after seeing that she followed Hoseok’s gaze to Yoongi who stood a few feet away clearly unamused.

“Maybe because I don’t want you two going at it on my couch. Or maybe because I don’t want to see you going at it at all. You are not fucking in my presence,” Yoongi said.

YN rolled her eyes. 

“No one is fucking or going to fuck in your presence,” she groaned.

“Sure fucking looked like you were about to. And I would love for it to stop looking like that,” Yoongi retorted.

At that Hoseok moved and so did YN, choosing to sit up as she stared down the man she considered her older brother.

“Do I need to mention the love seat incident?” she asked.

At that him and Beau froze. They both averted their gaze, but YN could still see the blush work its way onto their faces.

“That wasn’t… definitely not the same,” Yoongi said.

“Ah yeah, very different. Worse actually. Because who the fuck has sex in a shared living space, let alone perio–”

“Nope. Shut it. Don’t you dare finish that sentence. We promised to never speak of it again,” Beau shouted, while looking like he was going to die of embarrassment.

“That’s what I thought,” YN said.

After that it was a bit awkward. Even YN – who’d been so confident seconds before – felt it. That and an intense heat, as if she weren’t in an air–conditioned space. 

She needed to get out of there, but not because of the awkwardness. Well, mostly not because of it.

“I feel hot enough to pass out. I’m going for a walk,” she said as she stood up.

“It’s late I’ll–” Yoongi and Hoseok started at the same time.

They stared at each other after, but it didn’t last long as Yoongi gestured for Hoseok.

“Uh, I’ll go with you,” Hoseok said.

Shrugging, YN grabbed her phone from the coffee table and headed towards the door. There she slipped on her shoes and grabbed one of the lighter jackets hanging on the coat rack. Nobody would be leaving so it didn’t matter whose she took.

Hoseok was right behind her and she waited for him to be ready before heading out. 

“Don’t have sex in public either,” Namjoon yelled after them.

YN didn’t miss a beat and shouted back. “Not everyone is like you and gets almost arrested for public indecency in the alley behind a cupcake shop. In broad daylight might I add.”

That left everyone laughing, even Hoseok. And without another word they were out of the apartment and in the elevator. 

They remained silent as they headed down and even once they were out of the building and on the street. 

Yoongi’s apartment wasn’t in the middle of the city, but it was near a popular area. Which meant that despite the lateness they had to maneuver around groups of people who walked or loitered about. Thankfully as they got a block or so away the number of people lessened. It didn’t mean they were completely alone, but they weren’t running into people every few seconds.

It was three blocks in when the silence between them was broken.

“Where are we going? If you wanted to walk we could’ve gone to the park, which is in the opposite direction,” Hoseok said. 

YN shook her head.

“I didn’t say I was only going on a walk. I do plan to go to the park, but there’s something else I want first. Though if all this walking isn’t what you want to do I could continue alone. I’ve done it a million times later than it is now.”

Out of the corner of her eye she saw Hoseok shake his head and huff.

“Nope. I said I’d come with you, so I’m following your lead. You can’t get rid of me that easily.”

And to emphasize that point he reached over and grabbed her hand, lacing their fingers together. His grip was firm, but gentle enough that she didn’t feel the need to readjust or pull her hand away.

From there it didn’t take long for them to reach their destination, which was an ice cream shop. When Yoongi first moved apartments they’d all gone on a walk to get a look at the neighborhood and got lost along the way. It was dark out and most things were closed by the time they got back on track and they’d stumbled upon the place to see it still open. That’s when they learned that they could get ice cream until four in the morning no matter the day of the week.

It quickly became a favorite location of YN’s; she’d even come after work some days. Of course, it was out of the way in relation to her apartment, but that didn’t matter. Sometimes she just needed to sit in a nearly empty ice cream parlor and devour four scoops of ice cream covered in whipped cream to get through the day.

Hoseok appeared a little perplex as she turned, pushing the door to the place open but he didn’t utter a word. He simply watched her as she approached the counter with a bright smile on her face. 

“Minho!” she called out.

One of the workers behind the counter whipped around in surprise, but the moment his eyes landed on her he smiled. He held up a finger and then turned back towards what he was doing.

“What flavors are you thinking?” YN asked.

Hoseok didn’t respond right away, which made her turn her head to glance at him. However, instead of looking at her he was up close to the window taking in the ice cream. His eyes were wide as he perused the options. It was cute to see him slowly become more excited as he assessed everything.

She’d gotten so caught up in watching him that she didn’t notice Minho walked up until he cleared his throat. YN looked up to look at him and was met with him glancing between her to Hoseok and doing that stupid eye brow wiggle thing. It made her roll her eyes hard. 

“I thought you stopped working this shift? You didn’t take the test yet right?” she asked him.

Minho’s face went blank for a moment that made her worry, but then a smirk made its way onto his lips. He then proceeded to do that dorky little shoulder dance he only brought out when there was something to celebrate. 

YN was immediately filled with joy.

“You did? You passed? Oh my goodness. Fuck yes!” she squealed. 

That seemed to grab Hoseok’s attention as she noticed him looking at them a little confused. The urge to explain was there, but she was more so caught up in voicing her excitement for Minho.

“I told you you could do it. You were agonizing for nothing. That test is stressful enough without you adding your own overthinking stress,” she said, reaching over to high five him.

Minho rolled his eyes at that. “I know, I know. I psyched myself out. Now it’s done and the new issue is applying for schools. My score was great, but I’m still up against so many people.”

“And you will get into so many places you apply. You’re applying to us right?” she asked.

At first she thought he was going to tell her no, which would result in her being a little pissy with him, but not much seeing as it was his future.

“Of course, I am. You and Jin would kill me if I didn’t and with all the help you’ve both been for getting through undergrad there is no way I would pass up the chance for a residency there. Plus that internship I did means I qualify for more scholarships there. Two of which mean a full ride.”

“I knew I taught you well,” YN said, pride filling her. 

Once their little moment was over she turned to Hoseok still appeared confused, but also he seemed to be content. As if something about the interaction had brought him a little bit of happiness despite him being an on looker.

“Hoseok, this is Minho. He’s a pre–med student, soon to be med student. He interned with Jin and I for a while and we’ve kept an eye on him since. Minho this is Hoseok, he’s a friend and tattoo artist at Yoongi’s shop.”

Both men greeted each other politely.

“Sure, he’s a friend,” Minho mumbled, though not soft enough.

At that YN huffed and reached over to pop him, but of course he moved away before he could. He did the stupid eye bro wiggle again which antagonized her more, but instead of trying to get to him she calmed and reminded herself to remember it for next time she saw him not at work.

“Okay, now that you’re done trying to assault me. What can I get you guys? I assume YN wants vanilla, chocolate chip, moose tracks, and chocolate with enough whipped cream to root her teeth. But what can I get you Hoseok?” Minho asked.

“Uh, I can’t handle nearly as much sugar as her. And I hope I never have to. But… maybe two scoops of Superman ice cream. In a cup,” Hoseok said.

YN didn’t try to defend herself or punch his arm, just rolled her eyes and moved down since there was a line forming behind them and the other worker was already doing her sundae.

As Minho got Hoseok’s ready they talked a bit and appeared to hit it off, which pleased YN. She was glad that Minho would have someone else to talk to. The kid tended to keep to himself and his main friends were scattered around the country at different schools. It was hard not to worry about him even though she knew he was doing fine.

Once they got their ice cream and YN paid – despite earnest protest from Hoseok – she led them to a booth back in a corner. And the moment she plopped down a scoop of whipped cream was in her mouth. Of course, the ice cream should’ve been the focus since it would melt but it lasted a little longer in the cold shop so devouring half of the cream first wasn’t the end of the world.

As they ate there was small talk here and there. Talking about their days or whatever thing they were excited about that was coming up. It was consistent and chill, no pressure to have something uber interesting to say and no need to fill the silence when they both stopped talking to just eat their ice cream in peace.

And it felt nice for YN to be able to do that with someone outside of her normal circle of friends. Of course Hoseok was a part of that circle, but she’d never brought him there so it was new for her. 

New and nice. 

Well, the nice didn’t last for too long. 

Just as YN got to the last bit of her ice cream a few people entered the shop, though she paid them no mind. Not until she heard a voice that was painfully familiar. YN’s head snapped up and her eyes found the person with ease.

There were three people to be exact. A middle aged man was smiling down at a kid that looked around ten and a woman around the same age was looking at both of them with a wide smile on her face. They were in their own little world and though YN wanted to look away; she couldn’t for a moment or so. It hurt, but she couldn’t stop herself from looking. 

She needed to get the hell out of there. 

It took Hoseok grabbing her hand to get her focus back on him. His lips were turned down in a frown and his eyes flickered from her to the people she’d stared at. The questions were clearly present, but as he opened his mouth something in him shifted physically. Next thing YN knew he was smiling at her and standing up.

“Ready to go?” he asked.

Without another thought she nodded, not even bothering to finish her ice cream. She got up and threw the bowl away in the trash can behind their booth. Afterwards she grabbed Hoseok’s outstretched hand and they headed out. 

She was so close to getting away, but her waving bye to Minho screwed her over.

Out of interest, the older male turned their way and they locked eyes. His eyes widened and though YN tried to get herself to move quickly after it was too late. The man leaned down to whisper to the woman and she turned around faster than YN could look away. 

That was the moment YN felt like her chest would cave in. Like she would drop to her knees right then and there. It was as if all her work over the years had been for naught, though she knew that the real issue was the joy she saw on the woman’s face. The joy and the regret. As if she was allowed to feel either of those things when it came to YN.

It took a minute, but YN pulled it together and took the lead heading out of the shop. She kept her pace fast, but not so much that she appeared to be running away from anyone. Because even though she wanted to get away, there was no running from that woman. She didn’t hold that much power over her.

Once outside YN was sure everything was safe, but of course it wasn’t.

“YN!” the woman called out.

Ignoring her was the smart move, but YN stopped walking and turned to look at her. She stood just outside the door with the man and the boy next to her. She still wore that smile despite it being clear that YN was far from happy to see her.

“I thought that was you, baby. I wanted to say hi,” she said.

YN scoffed. “I am not your baby. And I don’t know how many times I can make it clear that I don’t want to say hi to you. I don’t want to speak to you. I don’t want to be in the same space as you. I want nothing to do with you. You do not know me, so please act like it.”

The smile dropped immediately and a frown formed on the man’s face.

“YN, we get that you’re upset, but that isn’t how you speak to your mo–” he said.

There was no way she was allowing him to finish that word.

“Going to stop you right there. She is not my mother and she made that perfectly clear for most of my life. Just because she had reality knocked into her later in life does not mean she gets to change anything. And you are not my father nor are you some sort of authority that gets a say in how I talk to her. Least of all when it comes to respect. Neither of you have respected me as a person, so you get none in return. Not one bit. This is not some little family reunion. None of you are my family. Unless you hold the name Min or are one of the few people who I talk to on the daily you are not my family. You will never be my family. I made that clear after you tried to backtrack. Now keep on doing what you did for over ten years of my life and pretend I don’t fucking exist.”

And with that YN turned on her heel and walked away, dragging Hoseok behind her. She didn’t turn around once, not even when she heard a broken voice calling out to her over and over again. 

That woman could sit with her sadness and guilt for her whole life. YN no longer cared to absolve her of it. 

So, with that behind her YN kept moving forward. Literally.

Once she’d started speed walking away she didn’t stop. Not until they were at the park two blocks away from Yoongi’s apartment in the other direction. Once there she located a bench and plopped down onto it, releasing Hoseok’s hand in the process.

Hoseok merely sat down next to her and didn’t say a word. She knew he had a million questions, but he hadn't bothered to ask them or to tell her to slow down the entire way there. He’d just gone with the flow and she felt bad.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered.

“You have nothing to apologize for. You obviously wanted to get away from them and they didn’t take the hint,” he said.

She nodded because he wasn’t wrong, but then she was shaking her head.

“No. I almost dislocated your arm and dragged you for blocks without saying a word after blowing up on people in a very vague way. I owe you an explanation.”

“You don’t.”

She turned to look at him for the first time since they’d left the shop. He was staring at her with understanding and care, which only enforced what she was going to do.

“I may not need to, but I want to. It’s better that I vent it out instead of keeping it all in like this. I agree with my therapist when he says it’s better for me to tell the story when I feel like I need to get it out no matter how many times I’ve said it and no matter how much progress I’ve made. And seeing as you’re trying to stick around you would find out anyway,” she said.

Hoseok’s expression remained the same for a bit, but then he smiled and nodded at her. His hand reached over to grab hers, giving it a light squeeze.

Taking a deep breath YN prepared herself to get into it. To get sad, angry, and numb all over again. She was better than she used to be, but that didn’t stop the emotions from hitting hard each and every time.

“Okay, so you’ve been privy to the dynamic of me in Yoongi. How we seem like siblings who spent their entire lives together and how his parents treat me as if I am their own. It’s because I basically am. I’m obviously a Black woman in the middle of South Korea who fits so well it’s weird. It’s because my father was stationed here at one point after he married my mom and when it was time for him to retire they wanted to stay here. But they had to go back to the US first. While there they had me and though that meant moving was a little harder that didn’t stop them. So, when I was two we moved here. We lived in a house not far from Yoon’s. And though we didn’t know each other for the first few years here he found me stumbling home crying one day and basically took me in. I was only a year younger than him, so we kept close and he treated me as if we were the same age. His family would watch me sometimes when my parents were busy and eventually it was like my second home. Everything was okay.

“But a few weeks after my tenth birthday my dad got sick and it was so sudden. So quick. One moment he was healthy and the next he couldn’t leave the hospital bed or breathe without help. His health deteriorated so quickly and within two weeks were in the VA hospital saying our last goodbyes. He was gone not too long after I’d said I love you. It was just so much and ten–year–old me was stronger and much more grounded then you’d expect of a kid at that age, but that shit fucking hurt. Hurt to watch him leave us. Hurt to watch my mother break down as she lost her husband. Hurt to watch them put him in the ground.”

At some point YN’s breathing increased and her chest tightened. It reached a point where she had to pause and breathe, like truly focus on the action to stop herself from getting too worked up. Hoseok pulled her closer and squeezed her hand and she could see he was going to say something, but she shook her head and took a deep breath before continuing.

“That hurt, but things got better. Things always pick up after something like that. Everything was back to normal, well as normal as could be with a death in the family. We all were good for a while, but sometime between eleven and twelve something in my mother shifted. I’d known a good bit of my life that she hadn’t wanted kids so soon and I was a surprise. She held no hatred, but it was what it was. But as time went on I could feel the resentment. As she tried to move on with her life in the romance department or just meeting new friends I could tell she just saw me as an obstacle. The love was there, but it was so different then before.

“At some point she sent me to the Min’s house more often and wouldn’t come home for days. The self–doubt on if she wanted me anymore was so strong and just as I thought I was wrong; I was proven right. She’d found another retired military man that she was heavily interested in, but he didn’t have kids and didn’t really want them. Which was fine, but he’d voiced not wanting anything to do with children and my mother couldn’t even muster the energy to say fuck him and find someone else.

“No, she told him she had no kid and that went on for months until I came home one day for something and he was there. He didn’t react horribly, but he was obviously displeased with me. Well, no displeasure isn’t the right word. Maybe disgust was it. But either way that’s all it took before my mother was packing up her things and mine. She was moving in with him and I was going to be sent to a foster care center that dealt with international kids.”

A bitter laugh escaped her as she said it. The memory of how her mother acted like it was natural and treated her as if she was lovingly taking her child on some sort of adventure instead of giving her up. YN felt fully immersed in her own rage and anguish, but not enough that she didn’t notice how Hoseok’s jaw locked and the anger in his eyes. She wanted to stop after that, but she was on a roll.

“Anyway, I stayed there for a week. Again Black girl in Korea where even in an international foster care home I’m the only one. It was horrible. I hated every second of it and I don’t know if it was the bullying or pity that made it so bad. But that Monday came and I was finally sent back to school, where Yoongi met me at the front gates. He didn’t know why I’d vanished and when I told him we skipped school and he took me back to his house. He told his mom and she told us to stay at the house. She returned several hours later with all my stuff and told me I was staying there now. That that was my home now and she'd given my mother a good cussing out and demanded some form of custody. 

“So, from then on the Min’s were my family. They didn’t have a whole lot, but they took care of me. And my mother had the decency to provide money for them taking care of me. Helped feed and clothe me. And at some point I felt okay with it all, but that feeling of unworthiness doesn’t just leave because new people tell you you are worthy and that they love you. I spent so much time worried they’d get rid of me at some point that I was scared to even do something slightly wrong. But eventually Yoongi stopped it for the most part. 

“And when he admitted he needed therapy once we got to college I realized I did too and we took the plunge together. Went to talk out our shit. Got better. Didn’t fix everything, but we just wanted better. Better was all we could aspire for and got damn it felt so fucking good to be better. To feel better. To feel like we could live and thrive.”

YN hadn’t realized tears began to fall until Hoseok wiped them from her cheeks. She blew out a burst of air and tried to pull it together.

“We can stop there. You’ve said so much and I don’t want you to keep going and getting yourself even more worked up. You don’t have to do this, baby,” he said.

Of course, she shook her head again. Stopping would give her time to calm down, but she didn’t want to emotionally decompress and then get worked up again. It was best to get it out all at once.

“I’m almost done,” she said.

“You sure?”

“Yeah. Yup.”

“Okay.”

That time she squeezed his hand to gain strength to continue.

“I went to school for nursing first. I knew I wanted to be a doctor, but I thought becoming a nurse first would help out. It would mean I got hands on while in medical school and where I work now offered to pay for me if I worked there and went to school. So by the time I was doing my residency I was so immersed that I was doing more than a lot of the other residents. And that meant that I worked more intimately with patients. 

“I was on my pediatric rotation when she came in with a little boy with a high fever. They had her step out so when I arrived she wasn’t in the room. I was told to comfort the kid and get him treated. So, I did that. And about twenty minutes in she appeared. I was turned around so she couldn’t see my face, but she thanked me and I recognized the voice. When I turned the smile she’d been wearing was gone and replaced with shock, then anger. She was angry with me. As if I’d done anything wrong. And not being an idiot I put two and two together. I requested to be switched out because of our relationship despite having not seen her in like ten years or so. But instead of just letting me be so we could continue that way, she felt the need to pull me to the side to tell me about myself. How I was wrong for not just doing my job seeing as we had no relationship. How just because we’d run into each other there was nothing that was going to change. How I shouldn’t get my hopes up. How she was living such a great life with her husband.”

“She fucking what?” Hoseok shouted.

“Yup. And I told her that I didn’t give a fuck despite the pain I felt inside as I was being rejected again. I told her it didn’t matter and I wanted nothing to do with her or her family. And then I walked away from her. Then four years later we ran into each other and she had this guilt on her face. She cornered me to talk, to apologize, to say how her son needed his big sister, to say how sorry her husband was. And by then I was so fed up that I told her to fuck off. That I wanted nothing to do with any of that. Then I went to an emergency therapy session to talk that through and get validation on my right to not want to forgive them or deal with my half–sibling. And here we are now. Years later and she still tries. And sometimes I think maybe I should talk to them, but I can’t.”

Without missing a beat Hoseok let go of her hand and used his hands to cup her face so he could make her look at him. His eyes were intense, but kind and he looked at her with sadness, but not pity.

“And you don’t have to. They messed up, not you. You hold the right to choose how you proceed. And if that means not talking to her son then that’s fine. You don’t owe that kid your time when he puts you in proximity to people who hurt you. Especially people who should have been there for you like they were for him. You are doing wonderfully, YN. You are living a life you want and working on your issues. You are being the best you can and that is what matters. You are what matters,” he said. 

His words came down on her hard and before she knew it she launched herself forward into him. Hoseok moved his arms so they wrapped around her and he let her cry into his chest. He simply whispered soft words of encouragement and validation. 

It felt so good. Like she’d lifted a weight off. It didn’t take everything away, but something about it made things feel a little less trash. A little less hopeless. 

It’s what sharing did for her and she was so happy to have someone else to share stuff with. 

They stayed like that for a while until they realized two and a half hours had passed and everyone would come looking for them if they didn’t go back. So, after ensuring that YN was good they walked back to the apartment, hand and hand with laughter flowing between them.

When they’d finally managed to go on a date it was about a month after the incident with YN’s mother. Hoseok had so many appointments and events to go to that for once it wasn’t her schedule in the way. But when he was finally free of work he asked her to accompany him out to an amusement park on a Saturday evening. YN loved them so she didn’t hesitate in saying yes.

Hoseok picked her up after he finished his last session of the day. And he looked way too attractive. His black, ripped skinny jeans gave her the perfect view of his tanned firm thighs. And he’d opted for a short sleeve shirt, which meant that the sleeves on his arms were on display. Also, though YN hated to admit it, the backwards snapback he had on had the weirdest effect on her. Usually she rolled her eyes at people wearing them because they were often try hard, wannabe fuck boys, but the fuck boy aesthetic fit Hoseok well. 

Too well.

However, YN wasn’t allowed to linger on that long. For some reason Hoseok felt the need to rush and practically dragged her down to his car the moment she had her shoes on. And once in the car he seemed very focused on driving so she didn’t try to maintain conversation, just stared out of the window and took the time to relax.

Moments of peace were rare and she’d take them whenever she could.

By the time they arrived at the amusement park Hoseok’s serious focus appeared to dissolve into nervous tics. He chewed on his lip aggressively and wouldn’t stop tapping his finger on the steering wheel. Even when he pulled into a spot and turned off the engine he still stayed that way, not glancing YN’s way at all.

“Hobi,” YN said while placing a hand on his thigh.

It took a moment but when he finally did look her way he put on a smile, though it seemed a little forced. And the nervousness laced into his expression didn’t falter at all.

“What’s wrong?” she asked.

There was a head shake and a shrug from him, which was clearly a lie and YN planned to call him on it until he had a change of heart.

“I’m feeling unnecessarily nervous. It’s normal, the idea of roller coasters do that to me and I get on them anyway. But for some reason it’s worse this time,” he said.

YN opened her mouth to offer something else but was cut off.

“And don’t say we can do something else. I asked you to come here because I wanted to come and know you love amusement parks. It was my decision and I’m sticking to it.”

Again, YN prepared to reassure him that somewhere else was fine, but then he narrowed his eyes at her and she shut up. Even using her hand to mime zipping her mouth shut, locking it, and throwing away the key. 

That got him to laugh and that’s all she needed.

After that they got out of the car and headed towards the entrance. Hoseok paid for them to get in and YN having spent time with him knew not to try and fight him on it. He was the only one besides Yoongi and Seokjin who could get her to put her money away, despite the ongoing war of paying within the friend group.

From there they entered the park which had many people walking around, but not the usual crowd. She chalked it up to people wanting to visit the fair that set up shop about twenty minutes away from the park and had a limited opening. It was also an option that Hoseok had mentioned, but YN knew all too well that fairs were never as exciting as someone thought they were. They’d be a smaller version of the amusement park where you hoped to find something new to do and you would find the same games or rides as the park, at a more expensive price. It just wasn’t worth it.

“So, where do you want to go first?” Hoseok asked.

That pulled YN from her people watching and forced her to look at the rides and games. She wanted to playthings, but she also knew that if they won anything it would have to be carried around the park until they left. So, games were a no. Also, she wanted to get on more calm rides, because she loved them as much as the high and fast ones, but that felt like a good wind down. 

“How about that?” she said while pointing to the biggest ride in the park off in the distance. 

Hoseok looked at her incredulously. Poor man looked scared out of his mind and it was kind of adorable.

“What? Why? Can’t we work our way up to that? There is an adorable merry go round that I’m just dying to see you on,” he said. 

More like pleaded.

“The merry go round is for later. I want to work my way down, not up. But if you’re uncomfortable we can start on something else or not even ride it.”

No matter how much YN wanted to go on the ride she wouldn’t force him. The date was supposed to be fun and she couldn’t live with herself if she made Hoseok do anything that he didn’t want to do.

When a minute passed and he said nothing she knew the answer.

“We can go on the swinging ship instead, Hobi. It’s a good starter ride,” she said.

Hoseok nodded, but the moment she started walking he shook it.

“No,” he said, taking a deep break before speaking again. “We can go on the big one. I’m just not used to jumping right on it and if I’m honest I usually avoid it unless Jungkook drags me on, but I can do it. It’s fine.”

“Hoseok…”

The fear slipped from Hoseok’s expression as he turned to cup YN’s face, a smile forming on his lips. 

“It’s fine. I promise. Though you might have to hold my hand the whole way there,” he said. 

YN rolled her eyes at his cheesiness but held out her hand for him to take anyway. And once their fingers were laced together Hoseok started running. There was a struggle to keep up and she cursed him multiple times, but she kept going until they reached the line. 

Of course it was long and she was ready to wait, but then Hoseok steered her towards a different line which was much shorter. She looked at him with a raised brow, but all he did was smirk and flashed her the two fast passes he had. YN’s eyes went wide because she hadn’t even heard him ask for those. But nonetheless she was excited and expressed that by leaning closer and pressing a kiss to his cheek. 

Instead of averting his gaze like he often did Hoseok merely leaned in to press a kiss to her cheek in return. Which brought a wide smile to YN’s lips and that only seemed to make Hoseok’s grow wider.

They stayed like that – like the dorks they were – until they realized they were next in the line. And that info brough Hoseok’s nerves back in full force. YN did as best she could keeping him calm with sweet words and several hand squeezes. She worried it wasn’t enough as they were strapped into the ride and Hoseok started biting his lip again. The voice in the back of her head told her to tell the person in charge that they were getting off, but then she watched as Hoseok took a long deep breath and the tension melted from his face. He smiled and turned to wink at her as the ride started moving.

That reassured her and since the ride moved she focused on what was in front of her. She felt her stomach dip immediately and squeezed her thighs together best she could as they approached the drop. The discomfort before things got started was her least favorite part, but the feeling she got after made it worth it. 

And it was very worth it.

The ride dropped and she felt like she was in another world as it twisted, turned, rose, and fell again. It excited her and she was so happy that she started laughing, which surely made for a horrible picture but she didn’t care.

By the end of the ride she was more than eager to get on another and though frazzled, Hoseok also felt that way. So, as soon as their stuff was collected from the bin they were on their way. 

They zoomed to every ride they could get to and luck just happened to be on their side almost every time. So, few people used the fast pass lane and that meant they were on a new one minutes after leaving the others. And they used that to ensure they got on as many as possible. The only time they stopped was to get little snacks here and there, both worried that too much would trigger nausea and/or vomiting. 

It was just pure fun. The type that YN didn’t always have time for. And the type that Hoseok didn’t always look for. 

For about four hours they hopped around from ride to ride, but at some point the excitement and adrenaline wore them down.

“Okay. I think I’m getting too old to be getting on these rides all day,” Hoseok said as they finished one of those rise slowly and drop quickly rides. 

He sounded out of breath and YN felt out of breath. There was only so much that a body could take, even if they were technically just sitting there and going along with how things moved. At some point you’d zap all your energy or get your adrenaline too high too often, and that was not good at all.

“Same. Want to switch to games?” she asked.

“Yes, please,” he said. 

And just like that they laced their fingers together and walked towards the front of the park. Most, if not all, of the games were up front. Of course, it was just a ploy to get children excited immediately and thus make parents spend more money sooner. Also, to remind them and the kids to try for one of the prizes as they left. It worked out for them well enough. YN remembered coming as a kid and begging Mama Min to let her spend her allowance on trying for a large stuffed teddy bear. Which she failed to do, only for Yoongi to try once and win it for her. She’d never been so grateful and salty in her life.

But regardless of that she usually did the games because she liked the competition and had mastered a few. So even if she failed for what she really wanted, she got something. And even if she didn’t the world wouldn’t end because she wasn’t stupid enough to spend a whole lot of money on the games. 

Thirteen–year–old her would’ve been shocked.

“How about the basketball one?” Hoseok offered.

That brought a smile to her face.

“Yes.”

Hoseok led them that way and before he could stop her YN paid for three rounds. He of course was displeased but didn’t utter a word about it. In fact, his body language shifted and he released her hand and grabbed a ball from his side of the stand.

“I can’t beat Yoongi, but I should be able to beat you. One of you siblings needs to be taken down a peg,” he muttered.

The urge to cackle at that was strong, but YN maintained an aura of nonchalance. Getting cocky or showing too much confidence would make him nervous and she wanted to kick his ass when he thought he had it in the bag.

After she grabbed her own ball the stand worker started up the timer and they got to work. YN didn’t glance Hoseok’s way once, just kept shooting the balls into the hoop and sinking most of them. Even when the new rounds started she continued to remain focused. It wasn’t until Hoseok missed his last ball that she turned his way, smiling and winking before she shot her ball and it sunk in.

Nothing brought her joy like seeing the defeat and incredulous look on Hoseok’s face after she’d done it. The laughter that fell from her lips was involuntary, but she made no attempt to stop herself. It was just too funny.

“Ho… how are you so good at this?” he asked, practically shrieking.

It took a minute, but YN pulled herself together.

“Who do you think was forced to play with Yoongi so he could practice when he didn’t have team practice? He dragged me everywhere, most times against my will. So, I got decent at it. And then we would come do these games and learned how much force and what angle worked best to force it through. You never stood a chance, love,” she said.

At that Hoseok merely pouted and YN turned to request the large bunny that hung close to the top. She thanked the worker and then turned back to Hoseok.

“I thought you weren’t fond of bunnies?” Hoseok asked.

YN shrugged. “It’s for Kookie, he loves them and he was eyeing this the last time we came here. We had to leave quickly so we didn’t have time to stop though.”

“Oh.”

All YN did was nod and then stare at Hoseok waiting for him to say something else. The pout was still on his lips, but there was also a slight twitch that showed that he fought off a smile. It took a moment for him to notice her looking at him though and then he was shaking his head and focusing on her.

“You want to do a few more? It’s getting late and you know that means a flood of teenagers are about to come,” he said.

“Sure, a few more times of me beating you won’t hurt,” she teased while nudging him.

“Oh, so that’s how it is? It’s on,” he said.

Then just like with the rides they found themselves immersed in games. There were only a few people playing them so they got to play almost immediately. It was a war of games and who could manage to pay first. And though Hoseok did well to beat her with paying, he didn’t fare so well with the games themselves.

After they finished with the water squirting game YN had won all but one game. Besides the bunny she’d given her prizes to kids who’d been nearby or watched their competitions. Hoseok won a baseball related one and had his own snake, which he told YN was for her since she was one. Lying to him about not being good at games and then beating him by a long shot. 

The entire walk to the car he pouted, not uttering a single word. Even when they put their prizes in the trunk and got in he didn’t speak. It wasn’t until he’d started the car, put it in reverse so he could pull out, and then put it back in park did he speak.

“How could you beat me in almost everything?” he whined. 

If YN didn’t find his pouting so adorable she’d be annoyed with him, but there was no way she could resist that face. Even the whining was endearing. The man had her close to whipped.

But despite how much she relished in it she still rolled her eyes at him.

“I spent a lot of time playing games like that. After a while even the ones you suck at become easier. It’s not because you're bad at it, I’m just really good,” she said.

That didn’t stop the whining and at some point she simply unbuckled herself so she could lean over the center console and shut him up with her lips. Hoseok gave in quickly, his hand slipping to cup her face as he pressed closer. And the longer their lips pressed together the more worked up it made YN. At some point she nipped at his lower lip with her teeth causing his lips to part and her tongue the chance to slip in. As their tongues intertwined she pressed closer to him, almost sliding into his lap. And she would have done that if the sound of a car horn hadn’t startled them into pulling apart.

YN’s head whipped around immediately, but she couldn’t find where it came from. Which she was grateful for since she couldn’t deal with the embarrassment of someone watching them.

She slid back into her seat and readjusted her shirt, which had risen as their kiss had grown more aggressive. Once presentable she turned to Hoseok again, who stared at her with an intense look in his eyes and while chewing on his lower lip. Which immediately made her want to kiss him again because they were so soft and nice against hers.

Then a lightbulb moment happened.

Leaning over the center console again she stopped and watched as he tried to close the space but pulled away a little. When she did there was some rumbling sound he made, but no attempt to move close again. 

“How about I make it up to you for beating you?”

If she assumed that his expression couldn’t get any more intense, any more lust filled, she was wrong. Hoseok leaned closer to her as if to kiss her, but then he didn’t.

“You can definitely do that,” he whispered.

And just like that he was reaching over to re–buckled her seat belt and pulled out of the parking lot. As he drove YN turned her head so she could smile without him seeing, because if she learned anything from the first and only time they’d slept together it was that any perceived cockiness from her meant more teasing and she didn’t want that. 

The car ride back to his place was silent, but their lack of interaction didn’t dim the tension in the car. Especially with how much of it radiated from Hoseok. When YN would glance his way his face was serious and his hands gripped the steering wheel so tight that his knuckles were white. And if he happened to glance her way when she looked at him he gave that megawatt smile that sent a tingle down her spine. 

By the time they reached the parking lot YN was sure that there was a damp spot on her panties and feared that any time spent unable to do anything would cause it to grow. Maybe even expand so much that the shorts she wore were affected.

Thankfully, Hoseok wasted no time. He got out so fast that he was at her door before she could fully open it and took her hand to lead her inside. Not a word was uttered as he led her through the lobby to the elevator and even in there he was silent. It made YN antsy, but also excited. They’d avoided sex every time they hung out, despite a few times where it seemed like they’d give in.

Once they were inside of Hoseok’s apartment everything shifted. The tension was still there, but it dimmed. Hoseok had been in front of her the whole time and by the time she’d kicked off her shoes he’d finally turned to her was a calm, soft look.

“What’s wro–” she started.

“You’re sure about this, right? And I don’t mean as in if you’re sure about having sex, but how we’re going to do this? It’s my default and if you want to do it another way we can. But I need to know what you want before I proceed.”

It was almost like the little rambling speech he gave before they fucked the first time and she still thought it was sweet. That despite her reassurances and him knowing she was into it that he’d constantly make sure before he proceeded.

“Seeing as part of the reason I made sure to kick your ass in every game was to get you riled up, yes I’m sure. I appreciate you asking though,” she said.

That first sentence was all that was needed to flip his switch so he went back to the lust driven man from before. 

“Oh, so you thought it would be fun to play games?” he asked, but YN knew it was rhetorical so she remained silent.

When he didn’t get a response from her Hoseok smiled and motioned her forward. And without a thought she moved towards him, though she walked slower than she usually did. Which was something that Hoseok seemed to notice but didn’t comment on. 

YN stopped with a few inches between them, far enough that they weren’t exactly in each other’s faces but she could feel Hoseok’s breath on her. She’d contemplated staying back a little farther but had to remind herself that she’d messed with him enough to get herself in trouble and didn’t want to make it worse.

At least not this time.

But she didn’t have to worry about displeasing him for long, because the moment she stopped his hands cupped her face and his lips smashed into hers. He just barely missed knocking their heads together, but that thought was gone the more she got into the kiss. Just like in the car it was passionate and needy. Hoseok attacked her lips with such vigor that she couldn’t help the excitement and arousal that bubbled inside of her. She was beyond eager to continue just kissing him despite the need for more though. The idea of pulling away didn’t make her happy.

Which meant Hoseok did just that as she nipped at his lower lip. A whine escaped her because of it, but he merely laughed at her. He then grabbed her hand and led her out of the mini hallway and towards his bedroom. Part of her wanted to say the couch was closer, but his bed was bigger and far more comfortable.

The moment they entered the room he released her hand and went to sit on the edge of the bed. He motioned her forward and she went, but when he patted his thigh she hesitated. It was only for a second, but he noticed it.

“I’m not dealing with you talking about being too heavy to sit on my lap. Daddy’s thigh. Now,” he said. 

The fact that he remembered after one instance of her saying that in a non–sexual scenario made her cheeks heat up. Not enough to be seen, but enough for her to be slightly more embarrassed by knowing she was blushing.

Not wanting to prolong anything she carefully sat down on his left thigh and much to her pleasure he reconnected their lips. Her arms moved to wrap around his neck as she pressed closed to him, her breasts pushed hard against his chest. That time she wasted no time trying to get him to part his lips and at first he ignored her, but then he bit down on her lip in a way that was almost painful but was right in the threshold of what she took pleasure in. His tongue slipped in and immediately they were tangled together.

So, wrapped up in the kiss YN didn’t really notice Hoseok’s hands move to her hips and guide her up and down his thigh. Well that and the thickness of her shorts. But when she did begin to feel the friction against her covered crotch a moan slipped from her mouth immediately, though it was muffled by Hoseok’s lips.

At that point she didn’t hesitate in helping him out – though it also helped her. She pressed down on his thigh and moved her hips along with his hands, though she tried to move faster as the need for more pleasure increased, but of course Hoseok corrected her form. He used one of his hands to smack her ass and she knew to stop. Though him spanking her only made her much hornier.

Eventually he moved her faster and their lips parted, but she was so wrapped up in the pleasure of riding his thigh that it didn’t matter. As her hips picked up speed she threw her head back and a chorus of moans escaped her. 

She wanted more. Needed more. 

Hoseok watched her for a while, saw her pleasuring herself and then his lips mouth was on her neck. That sparked something more in her as they trailed down her neck, sucking marks into her skin as they got lower and lower. When they reached the top of her breasts the sounds she made stuttered a little. The skin there grew overly sensitive in sexual situations and that was definitely the case then. Every touch made her feel electrified and thus explained the whimpers that poured out of her.

And she didn’t even have time to feel embarrassed. 

No, YN’s focus was solely on her own high and with how little action she’d gotten over the last few months she got close quickly. And she thought she was a few more strokes away from reaching that, until she was suddenly on her back being pressed into the bed. 

So wrapped up in herself YN failed to notice Hoseok leverage her weight to shift their positions. Instead of on his lap he was between her legs. The only constant was his thigh and the fact that he hadn’t stopped rubbing it against her. 

“You were getting off so well on my thigh, baby,” he said. 

YN nodded, her mind drifting to the way his leg was pressed firmly against her. With him more in control there was more pressure and it made the friction much more enjoyable.

“You want to cum on my thigh? Want me to finish you off this way?”

Again, YN nodded, though it was more frantic. She was so close and she needed a little more to push her over the edge, but then he stopped. A grunt of disapproval escaped her as she felt the climax fade away slowly.

Grabbing her face, Hoseok made her look at him. She was forced to see his smirking face as she felt her high slip away from her. A whimper slipped from her lips and she pouted.

“Nope, don’t give me that. You know you have to use your words, baby. Answer my question,” he said.

“Yes, I want to get off this way,” she practically shouted.

Though seemingly displeased by her loudness Hoseok didn’t waste another second. Instead of his thigh though, he used his knee to press against her. It could provide more pressure and once he started moving it her stomach tangled in notes quickly. Her hands gripped the cover for strength and she arched her back a little hoping to get closer. 

At some point the feeling of his knee hurt a little, but she was so close that she didn’t care. The pleasure outweighed the pain – and even added to it. 

But despite her proximity to reaching her climax she felt frustrated. It felt so far away and she was whining more than moaning at that point. She thought she’d never get there and then suddenly her body tensed, then relaxed. With a jolt she came, her mouth opened wide with not a sound coming out as she rode the wave of it.

There wasn’t much time for her to recover though, because Hoseok already had her shorts unbuckled and pulled them down along with her panties. The cool air made her squirm as it brushed against her sensitive clit. She whined, which made Hoseok pause with a brow raised.

“Done after one orgasm?” he teased.

YN huffed. “Never.”

That made Hoseok smile wider as he threw her clothes to the side and lowered himself so his body hovered over hers. She watched him as his head tilted down to press a kiss to her forehead and then he just continued lower. Her nose, lips, neck, collarbone, her chest. He only paused once he got to the top of her breasts, his eyes flickering up towards her. She knew that look from the first time and immediately narrowed her eyes at him. All he did in return was smirk and then move his hands to the bottom of her shirt instead of just tearing the flimsy material.

The process of getting it and her bra off was fast and before she could throw the material his lips were around her right nipple. He suckled on it and allowed his tongue to teasingly circle the bud. It hardened faster than when exposed to cool air. And despite his complete focus on that one he didn’t leave the left one out. Hoseok rubbed the peak between his fingers and occasionally pulled on it. And at some point he switched nipples giving each the same treatment the other had received.

Somewhere along the way YN’s eyes fluttered closed as she unraveled under his mouth. It aroused her; her body ready for another climax. And though she knew it was possible with him just doing that she wanted something more.

Though she knew what it could earn her YN began squirming underneath him. Her movements were small at first, but the more they went ignored the more she moved. Until finally Hoseok bit down on her left nipple and she released an involuntary moan, that sounded slightly like a scream.

He pressed a soft kiss to it after that and then pulled away from her chest, brow raised as he looked down at her.

“Impatient, are we?” 

“A little,” YN whispered.

And for a moment that made the expression on his face shift. The smile on his lips was genuine and he even reached up to softly caress her cheek. But it truly only lasted for a moment before he was back to staring her down with a mischievous look.

“Rushing me will cost you, baby. But don’t worry you’ll enjoy it,” he said with a wink.

That sparked a little fear into YN, but also made her eagerly anticipate what was to come. And Hoseok was nice enough to not leave her waiting for too long.

Just as he had been before he pressed kisses down her body. The ones across her stomach tickled, but she tried her best to fight the giggles that wanted to escape. She focused on the way he got slower as he got closer to between her legs. How his eyes flickered up towards her every so often as he did it. She thought he would tease her by placing kisses against her thighs or just close enough to her clit without touching it, but he did no such thing.

The moment Hoseok’s head was between her legs his lips suckled on her clit, his fingers spreading her open for him. A gasp sounded from her at the abrupt action, the feeling of his warm mouth heightening the pleasure of his touch. The way he sucked on it with enough force that it stimulated her enough without extra interaction. 

But then he abruptly stopped.

 In place of his lips was his thumb, rubbing slow circles against her clit. His mouth ventured lower, his tongue lapping at the cum from her previous climax. He made a purring sound as he licked her clean and they were almost drowned out by the noises YN was making. She hadn’t realized she missed being eaten out, especially by Hoseok, until he was doing it and she didn’t want him to stop. Surely, she could come several times just from his mouth.

But of course just as she grew comfortable with that he switched it up on her. His tongue still ran along her folds, but he used his hand not against her clit to slip a finger inside of her. Which caused her hips to jolt and her to arch to be closer to him. That made him laugh and the vibrations from it heightened the pleasure she felt and made her arch even more. 

However, Hoseok put that to a stop quickly. 

Because of her neediness he stopped playing with her clit to use that arm to push her hips down. She whined at the loss and was going to vocally object, but then the finger inside of her began moving. It was a brisk back and forth motion, but then he curled it upwards and again her hips jolted. There was no chance for her to move closer though because he maintained pressure to keep her down.

After a bit of going on like that Hoseok pulled away to look up at her. His lips formed a pout, but she knew that it was just to tease her.

“You’re squirming so much, love. Is it because you want more?” he asked.

YN caught herself about to nod and cleared her throat before speaking. Though it didn’t help the voice crack.

“Yes.”

Instead of continuing from there Hoseok stared at her and for several seconds she was confused, but then she got it.

“Yes, Daddy,” she whispered.

“Good girl.”

Those were his final words before his mouth reattached to her clit and he added a second finger. His pace before had been moderate, but that time he moved his fingers at a briskly and slammed them into her as if they were his dick. 

Naturally, there were no complaints from her. With her lip between her teeth she propped herself up on her elbows to get a better view of him. The attention to her pussy was one thing but watching him do it was another. Seeing the way his mouth attacked her clit made her even wetter and she felt the coil in her stomach tightening. 

At one point he hit just the right spot with his fingers that it had her screaming out for him. She even almost lost balance and barely caught herself before she was flat on her back again.

“More. Please more,” she begged.

Despite not using his title Hoseok didn’t deny her of her request. He slid both fingers out and then slipped in three instead. It was a bit of a stretch, but she didn’t mind at all. And a stretch is what she’d need before she could take him. 

And of course, the thought of taking him only brought her more pleasure.

She reached a point where she knew she was moments away from cumming again and she needed it bad. So, she laid back again and used her hands to play with her nipples. Pinching and twisting them to respark their sensitivity. All while watching Hoseok between her legs.

Who knows how long it took, but unlike her first orgasm she felt that one coming. Her body tensed, her hips bucking enough that Hoseok lost his grip and couldn’t stop her from arching up. 

Not that he really tried.

While she came he was still licking her and his fingers were still driving into her. They didn’t slow or falter for a second. And he kept going even after she’d finished. Which meant that he was working on her sensitive pussy. She always needed a minute between orgasms, but Hoseok wouldn’t let up.

Whimpers escaped her lips from the discomfort, but then Hoseok made eye contact. He held her gaze in a way that ensured she couldn’t look away and she watched as he pulled his fingers out of her and licked each one clean. A moan got stuck in her throat as she watched him, her lips aching to be the ones around his fingers instead. 

The show didn’t stop there though. Once he’d licked clean Hoseok lowered his head again and YN watched him lick her thoroughly. She could feel his tongue on every part of her pussy and with the way her body reacted it felt like she was dealing with orgasm aftershocks. But nothing compared to the moment when he wrapped his arms around her thighs and yanked her forward before tongue fucking her.

“Fuck,” she whispered repeatedly.

Her eyes clamped shut, but Hoseok dug his fingers into her thigh and she reopened them. His eyes were still on her as he continued fucking her that way and they entranced her again. All she wanted to do was watch him. 

Then, in an embarrassing amount of time, she found her pussy spasming and herself cumming again. It was strong and a little painful, but nothing that she couldn’t handle. Until of course it didn’t end as it usually did. She laid there for a while and was unsure how much time passed before her body truly relaxed. Her eyes had glossed over and by the time she came to fully Hoseok was hovering over her with a smile but worry in his eyes.

She took a deep breath and then spoke. “I’m good.”

A sigh escaped him and she assumed it was one of relief. 

“Good. But maybe I should give you a break for a bit. I have something else you can do,” he said.

Though a tad drained the idea of him having something for her to do made her perk up. She really hoped it was what she thought it was. 

After pressing a quick kiss to her lips Hoseok climbed off the bed and though confused for a moment soon enough she heard things dropping onto the floor and the sound of a zipper. Following a few deep breaths she sat up fully and watched as Hoseok pushed down his jeans and boxers. 

And just like that she was drooling. 

His dick was hard and a bit red from lack of attention. It pressed up against his stomach and she could see how wide it was. Hoseok was about average size in length, but in girth he definitely surpassed her past sexual partners and the few pornstars she frequently watched if she was failing to cum on her own. 

Him inside her was a nice stretch. That included her mouth and pussy. 

So, the moment she had it within reach she got on her hands and knees to crawl towards him. She stopped at the edge of the bed and though she wanted to grab it immediately she didn’t. Her head tilted back a little and she looked up at him with a soft pout upon her lips.

Of course Hoseok knew what she wanted, but naturally he wouldn’t just give it to her.

“Words,” he said. 

She chose her words carefully. “Can I touch you?”

That stupid mischievous grin made an appearance again and she was sure he was going to deny her or find some way to twist her words. Hoseok was like a genie and you often had to be specific.

But he surprised her.

“Go ahead. I’ll save that for another time. Right now I just want to feel that sweet little mouth of yours.”

YN didn’t need to be told twice. Her hand wrapped around him as she used her other arm to prop her up a little. Not bothering with teasing her mouth opened and she took in a quarter of his dick. She lightly sucked on the tip, coating it with her saliva. That didn’t last for long because soon enough she was releasing the head and running her tongue along him. There was no guarantee that she’d be able to take him fully and she needed something to coat him while she simultaneously jerked him off.

Though her focus was his dick it didn’t mean she left his balls hanging. After she’d hit base her head lowered and she took it all on in her mouth, sucking it hard. It’s what finally got a response out of Hoseok, who tended to try and keep his cool.

And the grunting noise he made only incentivized her. She released it from her mouth and her tongue flicked across both of them. Her mouth occasionally enclosing around one of them.

It didn’t last long because one tug of her braid and she was kissing up his cock until she reached the tip. Her eyes angled up to make eye contact with Hoseok as her lips parted and she took him in. That time she took him in about halfway before raising her head nearly off him. She maintained eye contact as her head bobbed and she got into a rhythm and then she broke it to take him down farther.

Her right hand firmly on the lower half of his dick moved as she moved her mouth. They moved in perfect unison and when her mouth tightened around him, so did her hand. YN worked herself up to a good pace that way, reaching a point where she was moving in a way that made it easier for her to take more of him. It stretched her cheeks a fair amount, but what was a little discomfort when she got to choke on his dick.

And choke she did.

Once she got comfortable she got more adventurous. Doing her best to keep her mouth wide and relaxed she took in most of him, leaving and inch or two untouched. But after several attempts she finally conquered all of it, taking him down her throat and holding it before coming back up for air. She did that as many times as she could.

Hoseok seemed to appreciate it if the sounds he made were any indication. Or the way he fisted her hair.

It was clear that he was close and goodness did YN want him to cum in her mouth. She ached for him to climax as if it were her doing it and with how worked up she was it would definitely lead to hers sooner rather than later.

To move things along her hand moved down to massage his poor neglected balls. She’d been so focused on getting him into her mouth she’d forgotten to give them attention. So, she carefully rubbed them around in her hand, squeezing every so often. 

Response from him was positive and she could feel that he was ready to let go.

“Stop. I am not cumming in your mouth. Not this time,” he said through gritted teeth.

Despite that YN didn’t stop. In fact, she picked up speed and deep throated him while squeezing his balls and despite his efforts to pull her off it didn’t happen in time. His release came out in spurts and shot down her throat. As it did she slowly pulled him out of her mouth, though she didn’t fully release him until she was sure he was done. 

If she was going to get in trouble she was going to make sure she got every drop of it.

The moment she pulled away though she was suddenly being pushed back on the bed. Before she could even respond Hoseok was over her and though his eyes appeared blown out from the orgasm there was also some anger radiating off him.

“What did I tell you to do? Stop. And yet you can’t seem to follow instructions. This is the third time you’ve gotten daddy riled up baby and I’ve been nice but that has to end,” he said.

His voice was so soft with its false sense of kindness that if she hadn’t known what she did pissed him off she’d think it wouldn’t be that bad. But Hoseok was a consistent and forward person, he’d made his rules and intentions clear upon the first meeting and she knew they hadn’t changed. Not unless she wanted something different and even then they wouldn’t budge all that much.

Knowing Hoseok expected no response from her she remained silent, which didn’t seem to make him upset or pleased which she preferred. Honestly, she preferred him to say something, anything else. But he remained hovered over her, his smile growing in a way that almost made him appear a bit scary, which made her worry a little bit about what would come.

Punishment could be anything.

Then after making her squirm under his gaze Hoseok rolled off her, laying on his side beside her instead. He didn’t utter any commands, just used his own hands to spread her legs farther. It gave him the perfect view of her glistening pussy. A mix of her last orgasm and her arousal from sucking his dick. 

Next thing she knew his hand made contact in a swift slapping motion against her pussy and she jumped a little. The pain was sudden and slowly dwindled to nothingness. Not that he really allowed her to experience that relief before his hand made contact again. Each strike was harder then the last and they were so out of rhythm that YN could never truly prepare for the next one. 

Despite that it didn’t stop or halt her arousal, in fact it merely ramped up. If she couldn’t feel how wet she was, surely she could hear it every time he spanked her. The noise was loud and clear.

“So, now your compliant. Not fighting me much or putting up a fuss. Just sitting here and taking it. You must really be enjoying yourself,” Hoseok said just as he made his hardest impact.

A tingle ran down her spine and YN couldn’t be sure if it was from the pain or the pleasure. Maybe a mix of both. Or just his words.

“I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself. I wouldn’t want you to not have some fun. And with how fucking soaked you are, I should be able to do this with ease.”

Before she could process what he meant two of his fingers slipped inside of her. There was no buildup of the pace or the intensity, he simply moved them as quickly as he could and with every push in his palm slapped against her clit. It was overwhelming to go from one intense form of stimulation to the other so quickly and without warning. Her body felt like it vibrated as she endured it.

Very quickly it became too much, because despite Hoseok not having a lot of leverage from his position he still knew how to do it just right. How to bend and twist his fingers just enough to make penetration feel like enough to make her reach climax. 

And she almost reached it, her walls tighten around his fingers and she felt ready to go over the edge, but then he stopped.

Bewildered YN turned her head to look at him. Hoseok just stared at her with a smile. It’s when she realized what her punishment truly was. The spanking wasn’t enough, he was going to deny her orgasm. 

She wanted to scream.

“Open,” he said.

Though she didn’t know why he wanted her to do that she still complied. Her mouth opened as wide as it could get and then he placed the fingers that had been inside her between her lips. And without having to be told her mouth enclosed around them, sucking them clean.

“You thought you were going to get to cum again didn’t you? How greedy of you, baby. You can’t think I’d let you off that easily?”

Not being able to speak, but also knowing no response could make things worse YN nodded. Her movements were slow and she watched his expression closely to see how he’d react. The small genuine smile that graced his lips for a moment let her know that she’d done the right thing.

After she’d thoroughly licked his fingers clean he pulled them from her mouth and they went back down between her legs. They didn’t slip in immediately though, instead he used them to rub circles and figure eights on her clit. It was sensitive from his previous actions, so every touch made her hips buck forward. She couldn’t keep still and Hoseok seemed to be amused by it. 

“So sensitive and responsive. You’d think that you’d be running away from me and yet you press forward wanting more. So eager for daddy, love?” he asked.

“Yes,” YN said, though it came out hoarse so she repeated it.

Hoseok hummed in response, his fingers moved lower and then he slid three inside of her. She’d cum enough and was wet enough that they entered with ease. That didn’t mean she didn’t feel the stretch they caused, which was so delicious that she purred in response to it.

The pace that time was slow. Painstakingly slow. YN wasn’t sure if it was better or worse, but at least it was something. And with her impending orgasm having not faded quickly the buildup happened faster. Though she ached to tease her clit to move things along but knowing Hoseok that would make it worse.

And she feared that he’d snatch it away again.

While she languished in the feel of his fingers her head fell back against the bed and she moaned out. Her hands longed for something to do, so she slowly creeped them up to her breasts. When Hoseok caught wind of the movement he stared at her for a moment before nodding. Not needing to be told twice her fingers lightly flitted over her nipples. They hadn’t been played with in a while but were still rock hard and responsive to her touch. As she carefully tweaked and pulled at them a chill ran through her.

It felt so close and she needed it so bad. She pinched harder hoping to ignite more pleasure in herself and push things along, which helped greatly. Her eyes fluttered closed as she felt her walls pulsate and she hit the edge, but again it was snatched from her.

“Nope. Eyes open baby,” Hoseok said and though she couldn’t see him she could hear the amusement in his voice.

Her eyes flew open and she cried out, her body shaking a little from the feeling of being denied yet again. She felt so frustrated and eventually let out a scream to make that clear.

But that didn’t seem to faze Hoseok one bit. The little shit just laid there and smiled down at her. 

“Poor baby. You can’t hide those pretty eyes from me. You have to watch while I do this. Can you do that?” he asked.

Though her want to be compliant waned she nodded and mumbled a yes.

Apparently, it was enough for Hoseok because he slid his finger back inside of her and continued his painfully slow fingering. 

That made YN more frustrated than she could comprehend and she was eager to defy him, but she thought of something better. Turning her head she looked at Hoseok whose eyes were glued between her legs, but eventually met her own. She chewed on her lower lip and stared into his eyes, whimpering and moaning whenever he hit just the right spot. No matter how much she wanted to close her eyes in pleasure she resisted and maintained that contact. 

It wasn’t instantaneous, but there was a shift in Hoseok. He went from stoic and mischievous to the lust filled eyes he’d had in the car on the way there. His fingers picked up the pace – which she wasn’t sure was intentional – and he watched closely as she continued to voice sounds of pleasure.

Something in him was cracking.

Not seeing that as enough of a change in him YN reached over to cup the back of his head, her own moving closer to press a kiss against his lips. It was gentle, but passionate and she knew that her neediness was clear. After she pulled away, but only enough that she could see his eyes and he happened to hit just the right spot to set her off.

“Please, Daddy. Please. I need to cum so bad,” she whispered.

There was no reaction for a few seconds, but then his fingers pulled out and she thought she’d failed. That wasn’t the case though.

“On your hands and knees, baby. The only way you’re cumming again is on my cock,” he said.

YN was sure she had never moved so fast in her life, because within three seconds she’d flipped on her stomach and pushed herself up. Not only was a climax imminent, but he was also doing her preferred position. The way her stomach flipped didn’t even feel like it relayed how eager and happy she was. 

The moment she was in position Hoseok’s hand was on her hip and she felt his dick rub against her folds. It would have annoyed her minutes before, but at that moment all she could think about was it being inside of her. 

“Condom?” he asked.

Her response was immediate. 

“No. Goodness no. I just need you in me.”

Laughter escaped Hoseok at that and then he didn’t hesitate to push inside. Aware his thickness he didn’t slide in all at once and entered her a few inches at a time. Not that YN would’ve minded him doing that.

Once he made that final inch he paused. 

“You good, baby?” he asked.

Despite barely being adjusted to the stretch she nodded frantically.

“For the love of all that is, yes. Please move. I need you to move,” she cried out.

And that was all he needed to hear.

Hands gripping her waist, Hoseok pulled out and then pushed back in. His pace was moderate and slowly sped up. Just like with his fingers he slammed into her as hard as he could with the kind of leverage he had and YN was thankful for it.

If she had been vocal before it was ten times that with his dick inside of her. Her own moans were cut off by each other when he hit the right spot, especially when he continuously found it. She could feel herself build up again and she would be damned if she lost out one more time.

“Faster. More, please.”

The words were soft, but with the change up in stroke she was sure he heard her. And from the way he also released a series of moans it was clear the shift was needed for both. That both of them were on the brink.

One stroke in particular sent a wave of pleasure through her and she could feel that she was close. 

“Fuck. Close. So, fucking close,” she screamed.

In an instant Hoseok’s arm was around her waist and he was pulling her up to press against his chest. YN was shocked, but she went with it since it hadn’t dulled her own pleasure and she felt so fucking full of him.

“Play with your clit for me, love,” Hoseok whispered in her ear.

Her hand shot down and she used two fingers to press against it. They moved at the same pace that he fucked her in and with how sensitive it still was her hips bucked each time she applied pressure. But goodness did it do the trick.

There was a momentary freeze up and she felt herself unravel a half a second before she did.

“I’m cum…”

The force of it rendered her speechless. Even the moans she’d been letting out ceased, her mouth agape as she came. And it didn’t end quickly nor was it her usual minimal mess climax. She could feel herself squirt around his dick, though it didn’t fully process; too busy experiencing the euphoric moment.

When she finished her body fell forward and Hoseok released his grip, allowing her to fall onto her hands as he continued to fuck into her. His pace picked up, but his strokes were less uniform and a bit all over the place. Soon enough he was cumming inside of her.

“Fuck!” he yelled.

What happened after that was a mystery to YN because she spaced out hard as she came down from her high and regained control of her breathing. When she finally did tune back into reality she was on her back and Hoseok – who was also breathing heavy – was smiling down at her.

“Making you wait wasn’t so bad now was it?” he joked.

Naturally, YN’s hand reached out to swat at him, but she was too tired and missed the mark completely. Hoseok laughed at her and then leaned down for a quick kiss before getting off the bed.

“I’ll be right back,” he said and then went to the ensuite.

Still not fully recovered, YN took a moment to get her breathing back to normal completely. It took a minute, but she did it. Though the way her pussy pulsated proved to be a little uncomfortable and altered her focus a few times.

By the time she was able to sit up Hoseok returned. He grabbed her hand and helped her off the bed, seeing her legs buckle he wrapped his arm around her waist and led her to the bathroom. Once inside he helped her over to the toilet so she could pee, and then into the bath he’d drawn. 

The hot water was too much at first, but after a few seconds and slowly immersing herself she adjusted to it. And it felt so good against her skin. 

After ensuring she was comfortable Hoseok went to leave, but YN reached out and grabbed his hand. A pout on her lips.

“Where are you going? Are you not going to join me?” she asked.

Hoseok leaned down and pressed a kiss to her forehead.

“I'll be back in a minute. I just need to take care of the sheets so we can lay down after,” he said.

That had her blushing and dropping his hand immediately. 

Laughter followed Hoseok as he made his exit to do what he needed, but YN didn’t take it to her. Instead she focused on relaxing in the tub. Her eyes fluttered shut and her body sank lower. She’d gotten so calm and comfortable that she didn’t notice him come back until he moved her body forward so he could slip behind her.

Despite the change it didn’t affect her comfort, it enhanced it more than anything. Her eyes didn’t even open.

At first at least.

Seconds in Hoseok began trailing kisses along her collar. The sudden touch surprised her, despite already being wrapped up in him. But it only lasted for a moment before they fluttered shut again, a content sigh leaving her.

They sat there in silence for a while, but Hoseok had something to say.

“So, is the first date the right time to ask you to be my girlfriend?” 

YN scoffed. “We both know this is like date twenty.”

“Oh, so you acknowledge that our hang outs were dates. How convenient.”

“Oh, hush,” she said as she pinched his thigh.

Of course, he whined about that, but stopped quickly. 

“So does that mean it isn’t and you will be my girlfriend?” 

“Yes.”

“Oh.”

“What do you mean oh,” she said, turning to see his face.

“I thought you’d make me beg.”

“Okay, never mind. I take it back, I won’t be your girlfriend.”

“No, no… No take backs.”

And for the rest of the bath time they bickered, even as they finally made the attempt to clean themselves and not just sit. It was safe to say they were nearly prunes when they finally got out. 

Psst... if you like this pairing I’ll be following their story years after this moment for my Bangtan Boardwalk collab with @BangtanHQ in late August. It’ll be called ‘With All My Heart.’

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[singguks]

synopsis. you kissed him but tasted like whiskey. a bittersweet feeling making him realize how deep he had fallen for you and how life can break those who don’t bend easily. 

pairing. yoongi | reader genre. breakup au, angst word count. 2.629 warnings. mention of drugs, illness, and a big heartbreak :( 

rating. PG-13

ps. quick thanks to my amazing friend @httpangelicjimin​ for correcting my mistakes on this and bare with me crying over yoongi + to whomever requested this drabble. it was an honour to write it ♡ heartbreaking too, i confess hehe 

request. “yoongi + whiskey on the rocks” 

*as part of the bangtanhq drinks and drabbles challenge

yoongi never knew when did all go wrong. and that’s because it didn’t. 

at least not between the two of you. 

it was early july when he set his eyes on you for the first time. he saw you through his bedroom window, on a sunday afternoon, arriving in a white chevette he had never seen around before. you carefully took out a suitcase of its trunk and in a blink of an eye, the car was gone, leaving your figure waving a small goodbye in the middle of the road. 

he curiously kept looking at you through the window. you ringed the bell on his front door neighbor, mr. bennett and with squinting eyes, he saw the old man opening it with a wide smile, that only got wider when you hugged him tightly. 

didn’t know he had a granddaughter…

in all case scenarios, he had never expected to fall in love that summer. not ever actually, and that was pretty simple to explain:

yoongi wasn’t your typical province boy. was he a bad person at heart? no, he wasn’t. he was just the common basket case that got out of tracks and was so far gone at this point he didn’t know how to return. 

his “job” wasn’t one that allowed him to fall in love. he fooled around with some town girls that dared to rebel for one night, but nothing more than that. no commitment. 

he had bigger plans. one that didn’t involve another person. he had long ago understood that he was born alone and was going to die alone too. 

explaining all this better, here’s an introduction to min yoongi, the local bad boy: 

he quit high school in his last year, which led people to assume all kinds of things based on his behavior from past years. first, they started saying it was because he was going to be a father so it made sense for him to quit his studies to go work, but when he didn’t actually start working the rumor quickly died. but then, as the town started acknowledging he was actually selling weed, people started saying he was involved in a much bigger and dangerous thing, like a gang. the rumors only got bigger and bigger and now, after two years since he dropped out of school, people started saying he had even killed a guy. the truth about him quitting? only he knew. 

and that was because his mother was sick. they had no one. yoongi’s father long gone from town after an affair. so it was up to yoongi to take care of her, and well… it demanded a lot of time from him. 

when his mother fell sick into bed, she had to automatically quit her job. yoongi searched for an opportunity among the various gas stations or supermarkets but no one wanted to offer a job to the basket case. especially not one that didn’t even finish high school. 

when he realized, he was already selling weed to rich people that came for vacations and local parties. you could say that for his age he was earning a lot of money. so when he appeared with a brand new car (the only place where he invested what he earned on, the rest was always for his mother medicines) people talked even more. the probability of him being really involved with a gang now seeming even higher. 

did he expect to be in this shady business forever? that was clearly a no. he had to get in because he needed to provide for his mother since everyone he recurred to shut the door on his face. and when a few weeks ago the doctor he managed to afford for his mother, the best one in town, confessed to him that the treatments weren’t working, he knew for sure he was going to quit soon. she wasn’t making any progress and he predicted only another month of living for her. consequently, one month more for him in this town. 

yoongi cried his eyes out that day. his mom, the gentle being and always positive person she was, was dying and no one cared. he was the only one. his heart was crushed and he thought it was for good.

that was until you almost killed him one day. 

he had just sold a bag to a guy he knew and as he was about to turn around the corner your car came out of nowhere, climbing on the sidewalk and almost running him over. 

yoongi was on the floor still processing what had just happened when he heard you screaming for help and crying your eyes out trying to check if he was ok. in that horrible town, if it were anyone else, they would just keep driving. no one would care about him, about the bad guy, the gang member, the murderer yoongi. no one cared. but you… you stopped. you placed your hands on his cheeks asking over and over again if he was ok. you helped him get up with a relieved smile. you asked him out on a coffee as an apology even when he reassured you everything was ok. still, you insisted. 

the coffee date came to be one of the best days ever for him. even if the whole establishment would look at you two in judgment, everyone probably wondering what a good girl like you was doing with the wreck that was min yoongi. for so long he believed what people said, and adopted the façade of a bad guy, but that day he was simply him. 

he couldn’t figure you out, even if his attentive eyes would analyze your movements over and over again. you didn’t — not for even one second — look around, you only looked at him while excitedly telling why you were in town. which he came to discover it was because of mr. bennett, your grandpa like he presumed. between your sweet smiles and warm laughter, he found himself confessing to you his plans, the ones he never told anyone. not even his mom. he told you about how he was planning on getting out of town to the big city, to see if he could earn a living there. even start studying again, who knew… he loved photography, he always wanted to try that. 

it was easy telling you everything he kept for himself. you seemed genuinely interested and even shared some of your own passions with him. the only thing he didn’t bear to tell you was what he did now. although you two didn’t know each other for more than an hour, he didn’t want to scare you away. you felt like the only light he saw for what felt like ages. 

one coffee turned into two, then three. when you got bored of simply coffee, the drive-in came in mind, and when that wasn’t enough you saw yourself on the passenger seat of his car on the way to an open field that he said he knew for a picnic. 

he remembers that sunny day the most. the day he felt so giddy and anxious around you, something he had never experienced before. he didn’t know what it was until you turned to him and said “are you going to kiss me or what?” with a mischievous smile. he stared at you speechless for a second, not knowing what to do. but you did. you kissed him then and he kissed you back. 

that same day he felt the need to tell you what he did for a living. he felt the need to clarify that you two couldn’t be together… people would talk and he didn’t want to drag you into his mess. 

“people have been talking since our first date, you know…” you said to him then, “lucky for you, as a future story writer, i know how to investigate and get my answers. i know you are titled as the bad guy around here. but i don’t buy that, min yoongi.” 

in you, he saw something he hasn’t had for a while, a home. and that’s when he told you everything. how he got in, how his mother got sick. how much time she was left with. still, he didn’t want the people he worked for to see you together. he knew they weren’t to be trusted, and that was where the real danger lied. he wouldn’t bear if anything happened to you.

so for an entire month, you spent time together away from the prying eyes. you were like a match made in heaven, and he knew you were everything he had ever looked for, everything he needed. his alone plans were slowly turning into a plan for two. 

but nothing can ever be so sweet… 

one day, after deciding he had more than enough money to still provide comfort for his mom who hadn’t many days left and still be left with something to help him start his life somewhere far away, he decided to free himself. 

he went after his “boss”, the guy he worked for. he said he wanted out, but the guy only laughed. yoongi shivered then. 

“you already dug your grave, yoongi boy” he kept on laughing cynically, “you know damn well you can’t get out. once you start in this business, you’re here for life, kid. now stop with the whining and get yourself another bag to sell.” 

“what?” yoongi felt the life draining out of him, “no. i already sold everything and i want out. i won’t be in this for the rest of my life!”

“boy, let me tell ya’ somethin’” he turned around to look yoongi dead in the eyes, “you already saw too much, did too much. i can’t risk you getting out and selling me to the cops. now get your ass outta’ here!” 

yoongi begged even, but that only resulted in him on his knees with a gun stuffed inside his mouth. with teary eyes, he took a bag and drove far away from there. a threat not a minute ago made towards him echoing in his head “you either take that fucking bag or we kill the sweet thing you call girlfriend. hell, maybe we have some fun with her first!” 

he had lost so much already. he lost his identity, he lost his dreams, and was in a slow process of losing his mom… he couldn’t afford to lose you too. 

unfortunately, life was bittersweet, just like the whiskey he was now drinking in a road bar near town. he needed the boost to do what he was about to. 

one month and a half. that was the time he got to spend and fall madly in love with you. every memory spent together flashing right before his eyes while he drove to meet you like you two had planned the day before. 

his hands were shaking when you came to hug him. you were dressed in high-waisted denim shorts with a white tee and a pair of combat boots. so simple but so radiant, contrasting with the greenery from the open field — your claimed spot. 

“what happened?” you asked worried when you saw his cold eyes. “yoongs, what happened?”

“we… um, we need to break up.” he said simply, unable to look at your face. 

“what?? why?” 

“i don’t like you… i never did.” he tensed his jaw. he had gotten pretty good at lying due to his field of work, but somehow lying to you was not easy. not when you looked like you were about to break right in front of him. 

he saw you step back, your hands falling beside your body like they were lifeless. “please stop.” your voice cracked. 

yoongi gathered all his remaining courage and looked at you coldly. the despise that was meant for the monster he called boss, directed to you instead. you were a clever girl, after all, he needed this to be as hurtful as possible. “what did you expect?” he scoffed. “did you really think i loved you? really? i expected more from you honestly…” his words were harsh, and he saw how you were on the verge of crying. his body was begging him to hug you. but he couldn’t, not if he wanted you alive. 

“you’re saying this was all a lie then?!” your voice elevated. you were angry, a lump formed on your throat. “do you really want me to believe what we have is all pretend???”

“we don’t have anything. we never did.” he had stuffed his hands on his pockets. it looked like he was chill with the situation, but the truth was his hands were balled into fists, his short nails piercing into his skin. “just… forget about me. it was fun while it lasted but that was it. i don’t date, you should know that by now-”

“PLEASE STOP.” you scream. “please.” your voice merely a peep. “look at me. yoongi look at me.” you went towards him, his eyes on you. 

you gently placed your hands over his chest, your eyes closing when your noses touched. “please, tell me what’s going on. i beg you. don’t push me away.” 

he let out a heavy sigh. “i’m going to let you in on a secret,” yoongi whispered, leaning in, lips hovering just above your ear. “it was never you, i never loved you. i just wanted to fool around with the new girl in town. and i’m not going to miss you for even a moment when this is all over.” 

and before you could say anything he turned around, walked towards his car, and left. if he had heard you cry he wouldn’t be strong enough not to hug you and say it was all a lie. he couldn’t tell you the truth by any means. stubborn the way you were you would just stick around and end up killed. you were the only good thing that happened in his life, he just couldn’t bring himself to wreck that. to wreck you.

the next day he heard you had gone back home. and that was the end of it. the end of you two. 

he was left behind, trapped in a town he hated, with no dreams, and soon after, no one he loved or that loved him. every day he hit the bar on the side of the road to drink his usual order of whiskey. the same thing he ordered on that fateful day. when he lost you. 

he spent most of his days trying to forget the way your kisses felt, the way you two fit perfectly. until years later he got free from his problems. his boss lost his life to another town gang, and he managed to get away from that hell he called life for so long. the next day he saw in the newspaper his boss’s face, and when he turned the page around, he found you. like fate, your name was there, printed in faded ink, under a story named “bittersweet symphony” — the first song you ever listened to together. he then realized you were a lesson he had to learn. yoongi stopped trying to forget you, now he only smiled when he remembered you. 

around town, some say yoongi got on his expensive car and drove away to try and find you, the newspaper on his passenger seat. some say they saw you two living together in a house near the beach, in another small town. some say that when he found you, you were already promised to another. some say he never got to find you at all. but the truth… only the both of you will ever know. 

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[bangtanedu]

Admittance #1

Welcome to Bangtan University, New Students! We’re so happy to have you here with us on campus, and we can’t wait to see what amazing things you go on to do while studying here with other talented writers.

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[luxekook]

reese’s EXTRAvaganza...

disclaimers: {yes, this is basically a follow forever at the request of heath} {no, i did not do that trend justice} {i have 2 friends} {enjoy this smorgasbord of chaos}

as you all know, i started this humble blog as a blissful joon bias. life was good. i loved bonsai trees, art museums, and one (1) god of destruction. flash-forwards a few months, kook burst onto the scene with his fluffy hair and his black clothing and his fricking wide eyes. TOO MANY TIMES DID I LIE AWAKE AND THINK “why am i being subject to such wrecking?” “what am i even doing?” “what is the meaning of life?” IT NEEDED TO END.

one day, i stopped lying to myself and decided to come clean by double biasing joon and kook. BUT NO. JUNGKOOK WAS STILL NOT SATISFIED. THAT BRAT WANTED ME ALL TO HIMSELF (but who wouldn’t? sksksk okay, probably everyone). after reading the entirety of the sub!jk genre and writing my own fics, i came to the grim and shameful realization that i was indeed whipped for the maknae. (this just in: today’s video of jungkook sitting on his bed singing with his tattoos out? ARE YOU KIDDING ME? the FINAL STRAW.)

hi. my name is reese, formerly known as lustjoon. and i’m a jungkook bias.

my url is @luxekook​.

as some of you may know, i’ve only been active in the tumblr community for a few months now. however, those months have been great and full of new friends. one friend in particular (who is the king of being soft) demanded requested a follow forever post to commemorate my new milestone or whateva. as i think follow counts are meh and am a chaotic and unconventional person, i have decided to spice things up and make this a little different. 

so, buckle up! It’s time for the reese’s pieces awards. (also, before y’all roast me, YES i’m only doing three awards. why? because i suck! also because i have 87 fics to write and double that amount in academic papers OOF)

The King of UWU Award: Heath @shadowsremedy​

lemme tell you about my friend heathy… he slid into my tumblr dms waaay back when i posted intimidation to tell me that someone had plagiarized my work. without even knowing anything about me besides my url, heathy gathered his friends to report and message the author who stole my fic. long story short, that author deleted it, and my love for heath was cemented. HE IS A RIDE OR DIE SWEETHEART WHO WILL DEFEND HIS FRIENDS AND WHOEVER HE FEELS IS IN NEED. i cannot explain the amount of uwus that is heathy. and for that reason, he gets the reese’s pieces award for being the king of uwu!

The Lovable Loose Cannon Award: Tay @interludemoonchild​

oh lord, where to begin with this girl. there is never a dull moment with tay. she - without fail - will make anyone and everyone laugh with her big emojis, her horrific emojis, and her general extra tay nature. she is also so sweet and trusting and loyal, like she might really be the griffinosifudis she proclaims to be (yes, that was how she spelled gryffindor). you never really know what you’re going to get from tay… will it be heartbreaking angst (RIP [redacted], i will never forgive you, tay), kinky smut (STAN BAPTISM), or hybrid hyungline (i may have commissioned this sskskskks). but, not knowing is half the fun! therefore, the reese’s pieces award for the lovable loose cannon goes to tayyyyy. 

The Loyal Encourager of Shenanigans Award: Jess @rkivenamu​

grab a snack (preferably a banana) and get comfortable bc this will be a big boi of a dedication. jess, the almighty creator of banana jin and sub!maknae smut, is an all around 10/10 human!! (and yes, jess, i know u don’t like affection so i will try my best to stay chill...) what i appreciate most about jess is that she always encourages my wildest dreams. veggie tales au? she supports. kidz bop au? she is ready for it! moss!reader x florist jimin? she stans! IDK what i did in a past life to deserve such a loyal and supportive kween in my life but THANK U PAST REESE!!!!! jess also encouraged me to acknowledge my kook bias so plz partially blame her for this chaos (skjkjkdshjsbkdbfh). AND SO WITHOUT FURTHER ADO, the award for the loyal encourager of shenanigans goes to jessssss UWU!

there is so much i could say about each and every one of you! but, i think it all boils down to ~thank you~ thank you for following me and putting up with my erratic self! I truly appreciate y’all :’)

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[thesunnyshow]

EPISODE 27 BONUS ROUND K-POP CONFIDENTIAL

Writing Blog URL(s): @httpangelicjimin

What groups do you stan?: BTS, Mamamoo and The Boyz

Who are your biases?: OT7 (BTS). Solar (Mamamoo). Sunwoo (TBZ).

If you could do one activity with your ult, what would it be?: Oh, I 100% would die to have like a dance practice with them. It would be insane! I love to dance ever since I was little and to be able to do it with such pros, it would be amazing!! 

Why do you think people love idols and their stories so much?: I think it is so much easier to read a story when you have a face to imagine. Add that to someone you already have a major crush on and you have a recipe to success! I think the K-Pop industry is such an intense one. Idols have their lives exposed and the amount of content you receive gives you a much closer relationship than you get with any other artists. 

Where do you think the line between fantasy and reality should be drawn?: I think it is important to understand that what we write is not the entire reality, even if we try to base our characters from idols. I also think that there are some things that shouldn’t be written as using someone else’s name. 

What would you do if you met your bias in real life?: Oh God… This question always gets my brain in a fuss. I think I’d have a heart attack and be able to just die in their arms but if I had the chance to control myself I’d ask for a picture and/or an autograph if the place allowed it and if I could dream as big as talking to them I’d ask about how they were doing, what they were into these days, what was their favorite music at the moment and such.

Is there a need for reform in the industry?: Yes. I admire the artist because of all the hard work they put and that translates, later, into amazing performances. I don’t know a single artist outside the k-pop industry that is doing it the way they are doing it. But with that comes many costs. They basically have no life and no privacy. They spend too many hours training and sometimes skip meals and push themselves, putting their healths at stake. I also think the beauty standards are an issue. There’s also the problem with fans and the lengths they go to defend/support their favorites. In general, there’s always room for improvement, but there are some major issues that I think needed to be solved as quickly as possible.

If you could be a K-pop star, would you?: I don’t think I would be able to handle it, so no.

What would you do if you found out that [insert idol here] had read [this] fic about them?: The first fic that came into mind was Aequoreus, staring Kim Seokjin. I would 100% die of embarrassment and be so so flustered. I would be very curious to find out what he had to say about it uwu (hopefully only good things eh)

Why did you choose to write for a real person vs. a fictional one?: Like I mentioned before, the simple fact that when I write I picture myself and friends with the idols. I mostly write situations that I would like to be in. I mean, who’s never dreamed of going on a date with their idols?

Has K-Pop changed your life in any major way?: Yes, for the better! Music is everything for me and I find comfort in all the content they release. I’m never truly alone with them~ 

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[boymeetsmxm]

AUGUST 2020 | #3

Every month, we ask our reader members to rec us some BTS works they’ve enjoyed. The works can come from any source (AO3, Tumblr, Twitter, Wattpad, etc.), can be either a fanfic or a SM AUs, and don’t have to be from our own writer members. We’ve compiled this month’s recs in this list; Happy browsing!

SFW | Fanfic

Acclimatization by peonyswamp

college au | roommates au | oneshot 

Summary: Acclimatization or acclimatisation is the process in which an individual organism adjusts to a change in its environment.In which an individual organism is a sometimes grumpy university student and his environment involves a new roommate, a dog barking all night and other terrifying ordeals.

@taerseok​ said: Okay,,, this fic was absolutely everything and i love the dynamic between sope. it's so cute (mickey stole my heart in this one) and adorable and i was laughing pretty much every time i read the next dialogue. it was so so sweet at the end and for a second i almost expected an angsty ending which i wasn't ready for but then they confessed and i felt so relieved??? the dialogues are top-notch, the characterization is chefskiss, and the plot is just perfect. it's a great story to read when you want something to cheer you up! 

NSFW | Fanfic

Chemical X by jvante 

fluff | smut | humor | angst | oneshot 

Summary:  Jeongguk signs up for cooking classes and meets the love of his life. Seokjin teaches cooking classes and meets his mortal enemy.

@joopiterjoon​ said: This is a feelgood fic. If you are having a bad day, a sad day, a lonely day, read this fic. The friendships are chaotic, the love is silly. Jungkook has the fattest crush with terrible metaphors and he ruins so much food you won't get hungry reading about cooking. Jin has the sass and the class. Vmin are the best worst friends we've all had. It had me lol'ing the whole time. 

forever rain by kimlinebiased

angst with happy ending |  fluff | misunderstandings | implied smut | poly | oneshot

Summary:  Namjoon made a big mistake six months ago and has been hiding from the confrontation he knew would result. The rain can’t hide him forever.

@httpangelicjimin​ said: i found this gem when i should've already been asleep. what draw me in where how beautifully the first few lines were written. i got so emerged in the story and with plot that i couldn't contain myself. i would love to see a second part of this~ oh, and i recommend that you read it while listening to forever rain. you will cry a lot like i did but smile in the end. The rain had finally stopped.

how to talk to other humans (and other valuable life skills) by drawingspaces

fluff | smut | angst | single parent au | completed series

Summary: If love is a word, let it be a song. People rarely get a second chance at growing up. Somehow, Jeongguk lucks out.

@hoeuseok​ said: taekook meet as a student/prof but their relationship doesn’t start until well after that’s over but just in case that makes any one uncomfortable, series. tbh i didn’t know how i’d feel about single dad jungkook but wow did this author pull it off. the characters and their growth in this fic are so beautiful. jungkook trying his absolute best to be a good dad and feeling like he’s falling short and taehyungs endless patience and understanding through it all. just phenomenal writing. this fic wrapped me in a warm blanket and told me it loved me and my flaws.

i like us like this by tendershipping

nsfw | smut | light angst | soulmates | camboy au | BDSM | completed series

 Summary:  Camboy Jimin’s usual playmate cancels on him for an upcoming livestream. Roommate Taehyung volunteers as tribute.

@joopiterjoon said: Jimin needs a sub (pun intended) for his camboy anniversary filming. Best friend Taehyung jumps in to save the day and so much more. I LOVE this series for so much more than the smut. The author focuses a lot on the bond creation and responsibility of a dom even though this is told from the sub (Taehyung's) perspective. There is such a strong emotional connection between these two that is only amplified by the discussions of safety and trust exercises, and the descriptions of Taehyung enjoying being a sub are written so naturally. This is really soft despite the plot content!

kiss me hard before you go by 77735

childhood friends to lovers | roommates | fluff  | oneshot

Summary:  yoongi and hoseok are childhood friends who live in a terrible apartment with min holly. they are also in love with each other. and bad at context clues.

@j-sope​ said: listen. hear me out. i wasn't gonna read a sope fic this month because i wanna explore other pairings more. BUT. this fic. i'm crying first of all the flow of it is insane, repeating certain words here and there is just wow (okay i'm seeing it implemented for the first time now and roy peter clark would probably scold me but it was genius). you sort of just fall in love with their friendship and their shitty apartment from the very beginning and THEN of course the fact that they're in love but are being total dumbasses. okay why am i spoiling the fic lmao, the point is. there's not much more than kissing going on for the most part but it feels like the most intense, wonderful, beautiful thing and i'm here for it okay. i love sope so much (and yoongi you perfect dumbass hobi would never leave you istg) i did feel like crying at one point which just shows that it's a good fic. you feel stuff. and you also smile like a dork the whole time, like i did. 10/10 would recommend (also ot7 moments are hilarious as always) ahhhh i love them!

Shipwreck by Anonymus

angst | fluff | smut | completed series

Summary: Taehyung is a scientist who goes to one of the last remaining forests that have werewolves hoping to study them and understand their morphology to better medicines for humans in the city. Alternatively, Taehyung loves his job but falls in love with Jungkook, the heir of the largest remaining werewolf clan.

@absoluteyoongit​ said: This fic is tarzan meets werewolves. I love this taekook fic and how two opposites slowly fall in love with each other. Plus I am a sucker for werewolf/mate type stories and this one just makes me so happy

SFW | SM AU

None this month

NSFW | SM AU

Dick Picturesque by pornographicpenguin

smut | angst | multi-chapter  

Summary:  youre pretty cute tho also why were u sendin some dude who u never texted before nudes that’s like a really bad idea u shold be smarter i’m drunk

@megahwn​ said: I go back to this smau ALL the time, it's so raw and real and reminds me of deep conversations I've had with strangers in my own lifetime. The banter is funny, the smut is sexy and sweet at the same time, and the ending is so satisfying to read. 10/10 would recommend!

#bts fic #bts fanfiction #mxm #sope #yoonseok #jinkook #taekook #vmin #namgi #namseok #bts #official post #readers reading list

[mypersonmyg]

get you: in a trance

*banner by @httpangelicjimin, requested from the bangtanhq editing team :)

pairing: Jimin x reader

wc: 1k

genre: fluff, f2l

warnings: none, tis floof

a/n: Idk, I wrote this last night at like 2am, so I thought I’d give to you today just cuz I like you ;) @bangtandongsaeng​ I’m really enjoying getting to write something so fluffy so thanks again for requesting and I hope you’re enjoying is :D

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Heavy limbs come to push you from the plush of Jimin’s sofa, the peaking of pink past the slot of the dark curtains bathing the room in a glow of awe striking beauty. Your eyes draw to the plant nestled against the sil of the window to flowers just tickling the edge of bloom, the care of Jimin’s watchful eye readily persistent in ensuring they carry to season. Fingers glide along the heavy stem, edges smooth against the skin of your wrist. 

You walk on tips, the early hour conscious of every stray noise against the rising sun. The wafting of feather light breath jostles stray hair as you watch Jimin’s hand coming to brush the offending fringe from his skin in scrunched annoyance. Your lip curls back in endeared amusement, a breathy sigh the closest reach to the laugh you so desperately fight to push off. 

It’s the proximity that pulled you from your own sleep. Jimin’s insistence on your accompaniment when he retired not easily avoidable under your slightly inebriated haze. You recall the tug of soft fingers against your hem, guiding you to collapse against the expanse of fluffed cushions. It was with little effort that you drew yourself inward, the crouch of your legs folding into the sofa allowing Jimin to slot in behind you. 

His warmth was a freshly brewed cup of tea, his soft hums the dip of honey, swirled in cool metal. Your first sip was a slip into comatose, drinking in the familiarity of warmth and heavy hearted comfort. The false pretense of forever lulled you and the realization of waking hours jostled you free. 

Feet pad to the kitchen, hands falling over the cool expanse of the freezer. A gust slivers through your frame, spine jolting against the tingle of the icy chill. Fingers push against frozen boxes, shuffling to pull free one reminiscent of weeks past. 

“A little early for mochi, no?” The treat falls from your startled grip, your face pulling into premature flinch, but the crash against tile falls absent. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.”

“Likely story,” The words are meant to jab, but the delivery falls short. Your eyes meet Jimin's, his hand wrapped against the mochi and his eyes puffed much like his doughy cheeks. Your hand comes to fall against the puffed skin, stroking the smooth expanse without pretense. “Did I wake you? I didn’t mean to make so much noise.”

“No,” He clears his throat, still coated in fatigue. “I just...felt cold.”

“Oh,” You pull your hand away, the appendage sticking to your chest, and shift on your feet.You slide the box from his arm with a gentle tug,  “These probably aren’t helping.”

“Yeah, I guess not. Are you okay? It’s pretty early,” His head dips eye level with you, eyes sweeping back and forth with dilated concern. 

“Yeah, yeah, I just thought I had a craving. But I actually think that now I’m just really cold too.” The box is shoved back through the freezer, contents reserved for another day, and the door shoved to a shut, shielding you from the breeze. Jimin’s warm hand comes to brush your bare shoulder, nudging you into his side with a delicate pull. 

“Let’s go back to sleep, I think we can manage the bed this time.” He chuckles, your own sigh uneasily follows. 

Jimin’s room is not unfamiliar, the grey bedding where you’ve spent many nights swallowed whole by the unrelenting warmth. It’s the sudden pounding, an insistent thrum in your chest, and the sensation of his skin against yours. Unconsciously you pull yourself away, Jimin frowning at the sudden movement. Bedding pulled back you slide in, perched against the edge, keeping a healthy distance from the body sliding in after you. 

Your breath catches at the swift removal of Jimin’s shirt, your eyes avert as you slide further into the covers. The rustle of the sheets is ignored until an arm is slung against your side, nearly yanking you from your skin.

“What are you doing?” You turn toward him, hand braced against the warmth of his chest. His eyes take in the panic evident in your own, then falls to where you rest against him. 

“You said you’re cold.”

“Yeah…?”

“I figured you would want to share body heat. Sorry, we always do it. I guess I didn’t think it was a big deal.” Your hand mentally ricochets off of your forehead, your overreaction uncensored under the muddled supervision of your brain. Jimin begins to retreat, your hand slipping from his chest only to find purchase against his muscular shoulder. 

“Wait, sorry, I’m just tired and I don’t know what’s going on with me.” Your hands extend in a grabby motion and your lips pull into a rehearsed pout, “I do wanna cuddle.”

Jimin rolls his eyes halfheartedly, the two of you easily falling into a position of comfort. Your hand comes to rest against his forearm, your mind fighting to ignore the myriad of emotions coursing through you. It’s easily addressed, your reliance on sleep convincing you that your early morning attraction is only a result of the sleep still tugging against heavy lids. You allow for the droop of your eyes and the warmth against your back to coax you back to easy slumber, thoughts of the man pressed against you not forgotten but cast aside.

Behind you Jimin’s eyes remain wide and focused, the warmth of you pushing against his chest suddenly difficult to ignore. It had been with a heavy heart that he pulled away upon your shocked expression, terrified he had given himself away. Though your explanation was hurried, clouded by the fog of your early rising, he couldn’t fight the feeling of half truth. 

His heart had experienced a momentary halt when your hand fell against him, the occurrence befalling him twice in this instance. He’s unsure of the cause of your oddities and he fights the hope building in his chest, but he can’t ignore the question of your feelings for him. Far too early to tell he buries his nose into your crown, enjoying the steady patterns of your breaths. Feelings or not he’s sure that something is off, but he won’t rely on such a singular moment to validate his own budding attraction.

He falls away from consciousness with the thought that he wouldn’t mind early mornings if they all ended up like this.

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[deartrojan]

dear @singguks @httpangelicjimin @socksjinie,

i want to thank you three for putting together such a fantastic and caring world to us. last year i went through some rough days and the only thing making me endure the exhausting schedule i had was fight on and everyone i met through it. so from the bottom of my heart, thank you!!!! ♡♡♡ you three are tremendously talented and for sure deserve only beautiful things.

love, beautiful stranger.

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[bluenpjm]

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[ughseoks]

tangled webs | teaser

» 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠; spiderman!jungkook x reader / soulmate au

» 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞/𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠; angst, eventual fluff / pg15

» 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭; full fic: ~12k / teaser: 420

» 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬; threats, knives, anything that comes with an attempted mugging (more warnings will be posted with the full fic)

» 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.

this fic is dedicated to my fellow marvel stan @rkivenamu​!! thank you to @httpangelicjimin​ for making this amazing banner & @jeonsfilter​​ for beta reading for me 🥺💕

「 masterlist 」

Your eyes fly open at the sound of another voice, the masked figure that holds you hostage freezing as he realizes who it is. A hero in a red and blue suit stands at the end of the alleyway, mechanical eyes whirring as they glare at the criminal.

“Let her go,” he all but growls as he takes slow steps towards the pair of you. However, the criminal doesn’t listen, a whimper leaving your lips when he presses the edge of the knife into your skin. It isn’t hard enough to draw blood, but the feeling of the cool metal against your skin is still enough to make your blood run cold.

“What’re you gonna do about it, bug boy?”‌ You can hear the sneer in his voice, your eyes wide and filled with panic as they beg the masked hero to help you. The criminal clearly has the advantage, but you try your best to remain calm. Spiderman is a superhero, for god’s sake– surely he’d be able to get you out of the situation safely.

“Haven’t heard that one before,” Spiderman drawls sarcastically, slowly inching closer to you, “Sounds like someone’s been watching too many superhero movies. Find a new line, pal.”

Before the criminal can say anything, his body is suddenly ripped away from yours, a surprised yelp falling from his lips. It happens so quickly that you don’t even have time to register how the hero did it, only able to see the man squirming on the ground as he tries to escape the webs holding him.

You do a full 360 trying to find the masked hero, confused as to where he could’ve disappeared to when a voice suddenly speaks up from behind you.

“It’s dangerous to be walking alone this late at night, you know.”

Jumping backward and letting out a small yelp of surprise, you whip around to see the masked hero, dangling upside down from the rooftop. His arms cross against his chest as his feet hold onto the web dangling from the overhang.

“Spiderman,” you exhale, taking a few tentative steps towards him, “Thank you so mu–”

You freeze in place when a flood of emotions overtakes your senses, your veins filling with liquid fire as your heart beats wildly in your chest. The arachnid hero seems to be feeling the same way, his body tense and mechanical eyes as wide as you’ve ever seen them.

This is the moment you’ve been dreaming about since the day you’d arrived in‌ Queens.

coming 5.26.20

「 masterlist 」

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