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miss-smutty · 5 years

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Fifty Shades of Billy Part 4

A/N- So this turned out to be the longest part yet. Some drama to come in the next part and maybe abit of angst and obviously some good ol' smut 😋

Strictly 18+ only

Summary- You confront Billy about the way he's been acting. Will it end in your favour?

Pairing- Billy Hargrove X You

Word count- 3.5K

Warnings- Swearing, smut

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Posted: 16th August 2019

As you sit back in your chair, you can still see Billy out of the corner of your eye. Billy's face screwed up with displeasure, the muscles in his face twitching with anger. Ok, maybe you went too far. Seeing Billy look like that was terrifying, it was like someone had flipped a switch and the red glow of anger had fallen upon him.

This could turn out bad. Very bad, You thought in regret.

You were adding fuel to a fire that already burnt deep within Billy, but to be fair he has ignored you all day. That justifies it, right?

Billy couldn't stand watching you with your hands all over Steve, it stirred something inside him. He could feel the anger bubbling while somewhere in the distance he could vaguely hear the annoying tone of Sally's voice.

"Can you shut the fuck up for just one minute Sally?" He hissed, glaring angrily at her. She must have seen something in Billy that she didn't like because she got up from her chair and stormed off, muttering under her breath, leaving Billy sat alone with his thoughts.

There's a difference between wanting her and not wanting anyone else to want her. That's the only reason I'm feeling like this, I mean it's got to be the only reason - or so Billy told himself.

You watched as Sally hastily walked away from Billy, wondering what made her leave so quickly. Your heart rate began to quicken as Billy roughly pushed his chair back from the table. This is not good. You tried to get Max's attention, you were panicking now, Billy was on his way over to your table and the way he was scowling at Steve was concerning. I've massively fucked up here, what the hell is he going to do to Steve?

Steve's eyes widen as he notices your nervous expression, his eyebrow cocks questioningly but before you can say anything Steve jerks forwards from his chair. He gets up hastily from your lap where he'd fallen, both of you blushing from the intamacy.

"What the fuck Hargrove?" Steve says angrily, pushing Billy hard in the chest. Billy hardly flinched but gritted his teeth and squared up to Steve so there noses were almost touching.

"Watch where you're going Harrington" Billy spat through gritted teeth. Billy's aggression was frightening but you have to admit it was pretty damn hot watching two boys almost fight over you. You were definitely in a trance watching Billy's muscles flex with tension, surprised there wasn't drool protruding from your mouth as you finally snapped out of it.

Standing on your chair so you could match their heights, you pushed them apart, your tiny frame not enough to take their weight.

"Max! Help me out will you?" You screamed, worried that someone was going to swing and end up clocking you in the face.

Max rolled her eyes before standing up and grabbing hold of Billy's arm.

"My bets were on Steve anyway" she says snidely while you pull Steve away.

Billy let out a belly laugh, I mean he actually held on to his stomach while he bent over laughing. The rest of you just stared at Billy's outburst, confused at what he found so funny in a situation like this.

"I'll see you on the court Harrington" he says after finally regaining his composure.

You could feel eyes burning into you, the whole lunch hall had turned to watch Billy and Steve arguing. They were probably hoping for a fight and when they knew they weren't getting what they wanted, they turned back to continue their gossiping.

Steve tried his best to appear cool and unshaken, even though Billy's attack was totally unprovoked and out of the blue. Well to Steve it was, you couldn't help feeling guilty for being the instigator. If they couldn't read it all over my face then they definitely didn't need to know either. Steve smoothed his hair back from his face and patted down his trousers, taking him back to his usual well kept appearance.

"What just happened? What's his problem Max?" Steve asked while still trying to look cool and leaning on the chair with one hand while the other was bent on his hip.

"Hmm well I think you talking to Y/N probably had something to do with it but who knows" she shrugged at Steve while raising her eyebrows at you. She knows. Of course she knows. You look down at your feet, unsure of what to say to either of them.

"Oh. I didn't know you had a thing with Hargrove? Why would you go for a loser like that?" He turned to you actually waiting for an answer.

"I don't have a thing with him and maybe there's more to him than you actually know" you say defensively while walking away, ok more like stropping. You couldn't stand the tension anymore and had to get out of there as fast as you could. Weaving your way around the tables and chairs, your eyes becoming blurry with tears making you trip over a chair leg and fall on to the floor. Some people were staring and some were laughing, the walls were closing in on you. You ran from the lunch hall, stopping in the corridor to catch your breath, hugging your body tightly.

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The benches were almost full with people talking amongst themselves, you could feel the excitement in the air. You stood by the gym door searching for somewhere to sit when you see a hand waving from the crowd. Realising it was Max and she'd saved you a front row seat, you rush over to her.

"Thanks for saving me a seat, did you have to fight bitches to get front row?" You laugh.

"Perks of being family" she shrugs and joins in with your laughing.

Everybody starts cheering as the boys make their way out of the changing rooms and onto the court. You notice Billy straight away, along with all the other girls in the room, his curls bouncing as he runs onto the court. He winks at you as he runs past and you can feel eyes digging into your back, mentally cursing you for being Billy's object of attraction. Max gently elbowed you in the ribs so you'd notice Billy winking at you, like you hadn't already noticed, you couldn't take your eyes off his tanned and ridiculously toned thighs. You imagined yourself grinding on his lap, his lusciously toned legs holding your weight as he gripped onto your ass. You were blushing now and Billy was watching you amusingly, mentally undressing him and imagining yourself and him in all sorts of positions. You were noticeably turned on in a crowd full of people, you knew it, Billy knew it and probably anyone else who was paying attention.

Billy was enjoying watching you squirm, he bent over in front of you to mess with his shoes. His tight, clenched ass cheeks right in front of you, you could hear the swoons from girls behind you. You rolled your eyes at how predictable Billy was. Knowing everyone was watching him, he was putting on a show, or was the show just for you?

When all the team were finally on the court, the whistle was blown to start the game and of course Billy was on the no shirts team with Steve on the rival team. Watching the boys move across the court, ok not watching the boys but watching the way Billy's thighs flexed as he ran all over the court. Mesmerized. Seriously surprised you weren't drooling by now. You finally looked up from Billy's legs and saw him and Steve fighting for the ball, barging into each other and winding their legs around each other. Ridiculously proud of yourself for still not drooling over Billy's testosterone fuelled need to get one over on Steve, his alpha male need to be the winner.

"I heard you used to run this school, is that true? King Steve they used to call you huh? Then you turned bitch" Billy hissed into Steves ear, still bumping chests for the ball.

"Hey maybe you should just shut up and play the game" Steve replied, clearly flustered.

Billy puts his foot Infront of Steve so he tripped over and onto the floor, leaving the ball for Billy. He runs towards the hoop with the ball, you can't help but feel excited from the adrenaline running through you as Billy jumps up, passes the ball under his delicious thigh and shoots a hoop. The crowd go wild with cheers as Billy cockily struts around the court, Steve still on the floor looking extremely annoyed.

As the whistle is blown again to signal the end of the game, a group of girls from behind make their way down to the court and make a beeline straight for Billy. He laps it up, loving the attention and completely forgotten about you again as he drapes his arm around another girl. You can feel the anger building inside you again like what the hell was this guy playing at, all these games he's playing are driving me insane you thought.

The boys all head to the changing rooms to get showered and the gym gradually empties.

"You coming Y/N?" Max asked while standing up.

"I think I'll hang back a bit, meet you at the mall later?" Looking sheepishly at your feet.

"Erm ok. Catch you later" she says furrowing her brow in confusion.

A couple of girls hang by the door of the gym, looking over at you and turning back to each other to whisper. You raise your eyebrows and stare straight back at them until they get the picture and move away.

You continue watching the guys steadily leave the changing room but still no sign of Billy. You were wanting to confront him and ask him out right what was going on, hoping you weren't going to look desperate waiting for him outside the changing rooms.

Steve was next out and he spotted you straight away but instead of coming over, like he usually would, he waved his hand away at you and walked away. Ok so I've really pissed Steve off, how did I get into this mess? You thought as you realised you'd counted eleven of the guys who'd left the changing room, meaning Billy was the last one out.

Now you were nervous, your words were a jumble in your head, you had no idea what you were going to say to him. You'd ran the conversation over and over in your head while you were sat waiting but you'd completely forgotten now it was time. Am I sweating? Oh god this is a bad idea. You took in some deep breaths to calm your nerves but couldn't stand sitting and waiting any longer. Right. You've got this girl, go get him.

Your legs buckled as you stood from the benches, your legs and ass were numb from sitting on the uncomfortable wooden blocks for way too long. Your heart was beating too fast and your hands were trembling as you approached the double doors of the boys changing rooms.

You opened the door just a crack and moved your head into the gap.

"Billy?" You shouted, hoping he would come out to you so you didn't have to go into the sweaty room. No such luck. There was no answer.

You slowly entered the changing room into a small corridor, there was a room on the left and a room straight ahead. You took the left, there was a square of lockers and right in the middle were some benches. You walked towards the benches, slowly, worried someone would catch you in the boys changing room. Billy was there with his back to you, in only a towel, hung low on his waist. You stopped to admire the muscles in his back as he leant one hand on the lockers and closed his locker with the other. The echo of the locker door closing, bounced off the walls and startled you.

You cleared your throat to get his attention and when he turned around, your eyes were immediately drawn to the line of hair that ran from his navel to where the towel hung low on his groin. Dangerously loose.

"Is that drool?" He teased.

"What no, where?" You panic desperately patting at your mouth.

He walks over to with an amused smile on his face and runs his thumb over your bottom lip.

"Relax, I'm just fucking with you" as he leans down over you, making you feel like his prey.

"So what's a nice girl like you doing in a place like this?"

"I... I" deep breath, I need sassy me to handle this. "Ive been in worse places than this Billy" you squeeze past him so your not backed into the corner anymore. Your bodies pressed together tightly as you manoeuvre around him and sit down on the bench Infront of him, his groin now eye level.

"So you just thought you'd sneak into the changing rooms for some hanky panky?" He says cockily, lifting his eyebrow.

"Ha you wish. I came here so you can tell me what the fuck you think you're playing at" you say, raising your eyebrows.

"Well I was just going to jump in the shower but if you have other plans I..."

"You kiss me and then completely ignore me and when you see me talking to Steve you come over and start a fight?" You get up from the bench, being so close to his crotch was definitely not helping you.

"You can do so much better than Steve" he replies, his cockiness slipping just a tad.

"What, like you?" You spat, slightly more venomously than you planned. You saw the hurt flash across Billy's face, like you'd just slapped him in the mouth. His cockiness making you forget all about his insecurities for just a second.

You reached up to cup Billy's face and he flinched at your touch, breaking your heart for hurting him. You saw the small boy in Billy again but it wasn't caused by Niel this time. It was your fault.

"I'm sorry Billy, I didn't mean that. Honestly, do you think I'd be here now if I didn't want you?" You pulled Billy down into an embrace, sitting back on to the bench so you could reach him, his head resting on your shoulder as you stroked back his hair. Billy stands back up, facing the locker, hiding from you so you couldn't see him while he regained his composure.

When he turns back around, cocky Billy was back, which I suppose was better than sad Billy.

"It's kind of not fair, I'm at a disadvantage stood here half naked" that hungry look in his eyes again as he licked his lips. You'd come to realise that Billy used sex as a coping mechanism and you were happy to oblige.

"Oh, how can I make you feel more comfortable?" You smiled coyly, looking at Billy through your eyelashes. You'd completely forgotten you were mad at him, that hungry look in Billy's eyes filling you with desire.

"Well, let's start off on even playing fields first" he teased, pushing you up against the lockers and leaning down to nibble your ear. The feel of Billy's teeth tickling your ear made you giggle and squirm underneath him. As he lifted your top over your head, the feel of the cold lockers against your bare skin made you squeel.

"Shh Baby, someone will hear" Billy whispers into your ear. Hearing him calling you baby made you want him even more. Pulling him close by the front of his towel, grazing his dick with your fingers, you leant in for a kiss. Starting out gentle and gradually becoming more rough, your tongues desperately searching for each other, teeth gripping on tightly to lips.

Billy admires your full breasts, using his hands to grope and pinch them making your knees weak

"You know we're still not equal?" He said lifting one eyebrow and kneeling on the ground. He grabs the hem of your shorts and slowly peels them down, just like he was opening a present, a look of excitement planted on his face. Thank god I wore my good underwear you smiled to yourself.

He licked his lips as he saw your red, lace, french panties and looked up to you with a devilish grin.

Pushing you back onto the bench and kneeling in front of you, he rolled your panties down to your ankles. Lifting your leg up to his shoulder height he slowly pulled your panties off your foot and then spread your legs wide.

"Mmm I've wanted to do this since the first time I saw you in the parking lot" he smirked making you blush.

Billy holds your thighs up, making you lay back onto the benches, so he can fully eat you out. He uses the tip of his tongue to tickle your clit, making you wriggle, the bench underneath you digging into your back.

Billy makes his tongue fat and licks all the way up your wet slit, circling your clit every now and then with the tip. You lean on your elbows so you can watch him eating your pussy, the excitement in his eyes as he tongue fucks you.

"You taste so fucking good" he says into your crotch, the vibrations of his breath making you weak. He inserts two fingers into your opening while he continued teasing your clit with his tongue. Pushing harder on it until your grasping for his hair, pressing him down harder.

"Oh my fucking god Billy, I'm gonna come" you shriek, he pushes another finger deep inside you until he hits your spot, massaging it until he feels the warmth of your come all over his fingers. "Fuck!"

Billy pulls away from you, looking overly pleased with himself as he pulls you up from the bench. Your knees buckle a little when you stand but Billy holds on to you.

You stroll off towards the showers, naked, leaving Billy stood there mouth wide in shock. You look back over your shoulder coyly.

"You coming or what?" You tease.

He looks like a dog with a bone as he practically runs after you, dropping his towel as he goes. Your faced with his massive cock for the first time leaving you with your mouth wide open in shock at the size and girth.

"Want me to fill that hole?" He asks leaning against the shower cubicle looking cocky and proud of his dick, knowing you weren't disappointed.

You nod shyly and kneel down on the shower cubicle floor. You take his dick in your hand, running the length of it and teasing the tip. Squeezing his shaft as you pump his cock and teasing everytime you reach the tip. Billy was watching you with admiration at the experienced way you handled his cock. You reach forward to run your tongue up his length and around the tip. You take the tip into your mouth and suck until it literally pops out, your lips smacking together. Billy throws his head back, groaning deeply. You could feel his cock twitching in your mouth. You took as much in as you could, sucking hard until your cheeks hurt and you could feel his cock growing until it was rock hard. Billy, still watching you contently, sucking in breath everytime you went down on his dick. One fist on the bottom of his cock, steadying it so you could move your mouth around his cock, circling it as you sucked and pumped with your other hand. Moving back so you could see how hard you'd made him, a drip of precum on the tip. You look into Billy's eyes as you lick his precum with the tip of your tongue, tasting the sweetness in your mouth. His mouth and eyes were wide open with pleasure.

"Fuck me Y/N. You've definitely done this before" he groaned, thrusting his dick further into your mouth until you gagged.

"I hope you know you're going to have to do this all the time now" he laughed as he pulled your hair into a ponytail, holding on as you fucked his dick with your mouth.

Billy lifts you up so your legs wrap around him, he pushes you back against the shower wall and turns on the water. Thrusting his rock hard cock into you making you gasp as he his fat cock fills up your tight pussy. You watched the water from the shower drip down Billy's face, turning you on even more while he bit his lip and pounded into you. You dug your nails into his back as he bounced you up and down on his cock.

Billy stopped and listened a minute making you whine.

"Billy don't stop" you said breathlessly.

"Shh I think I just heard someone" he said while slowly and gently thrusting into you. You heard it then, a locker door closing. Shit. You could just see over the top of the cubicle, the unmistakable brunette, fluffy hair.

"Shit, it's Steve" you tell Billy.

"Thats ok then" he says smiling, he puts his hand over your mouth as he carries on fucking you. Enjoying watching you desperately trying to hold in your moans while he thrusts deep inside you. You would think he actually wanted you to be caught the way he was relentlessly pounding into you. You couldn't take it anymore, you were almost there, your muscles clenching as your orgasm built. Billy was licking and biting his bottom lip, looking intensely in your eyes when...

"Hello? Is there someone there" Steve shouted, making his way over to the showers.

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yellowcanna · 5 years

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Beneath the Dress (♂)

Summary:

(An alternative universe where alpha Dazai never pulled omega Chuuya into the Port Mafia, but instead took Chuuya as his personal dog and hid him from the Mori's eyes.)

The Armed Detective deals with many things within Yokohama. Mysterious cases, supernatural cases, murder cases—they’ve dealt with it all. Each member has seen more weird things than an average person could in their lifetime.

Despite all that, nothing could prepare them when Dazai announced that he would bring his mate in on their latest job.

Yes, Dazai Osamu, the human bandage gobbling machine, failure as an alpha—was mated. Yes. There was an omega in this world that wanted Dazai.

Words such as mated and married never sounded so wrong when put in the same sentence as Dazai. Especially not when the omega turned out to be a gorgeous woman (?) with pumpkin orange hair and piercing sapphire blue eyes.

Pairings: Soukoku (Dazai x Chuuya)

Rating: T

Genre: Crossdressing, humour, fluff

Author: Canna / Yellow Canna

Status: Complete

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Despite all that...their perspective of reality was completely shattered on that faithful day.

It happened on a sunny Friday morning in late spring.

It was a golden weekend. Families were having fun outside; the birds were chirping with the cool breeze blowing into the office.

Inside the Agency, the Armed Detective members were discussing a new case they’ve been tasked with. It was the largest mission they had this year.

There will be an underground auction at the harbour in exactly two days. The auction sells everything, from stolen artifacts to living human beings. It was an organization the Japanese government spent years trying to locate. The auction change places every year it opens, and this year, they came the coast of Yokohama.

Because of the sensitivity of this case and the high possibility that the auction has Ability users guarding it, the Armed Detective Agency was asked to help.

The Agency members were all stressing over this case. They have all the preparations done. Katai had hacked into their system and stole a list of guests attending to the auction. All of them were people in the higher up of society, be it being simply rich, or corrupted politicians.

It was the perfect opportunity to capture all of them at once, but to do so they must send someone to control things from the inside. They can’t risk letting a single person escape. They had to capture the mastermind and shut down this auction for good.

Akiyama Eito was the CEO of Japan’s largest jewelry company. Five months ago a huge scandal regarding said CEO broke out. The company’s stocks instantly fell and the company was now on the verge of bankruptcy.

Akiyama had a son named Akiyama Fumihiro, who was one of the guests that will be attending this auction. According to their information, there was only one word to describe the son.

He was an idiot.

A spoiled, pampered brat enjoying all the luxury his dad's money had brought him. He took drugs, sped on his sportscar, had three cases of hit and run resolved secretly with money and etc.

After his daddy’s company went on peril, this idiot son spent nearly a million just to get his hand on the auction invitation card. He was somehow delusional into believing that as long as he could make friends with the owner of the auction, he could continue his past lifestyle.

Secretly arresting this kind of idiot was quite easy. The members of the agency all went out to capture him, not for his importance on their mission, but due to his striking resemblance with Dazai.

It was quite interesting to watch Dazai’s face spewing idiotic threats such as “Do you know who my daddy is” or “My daddy will hear about this!”

With Akiyama Fumihiro taken out, all that’s left was for Dazai to take his place in the auction. The only problem left was that the idiotic son had registered to bring a female omega companion to attend with him.

The only omegas they had in the agency were Naomi and Atushi.

Naomi was impossible. She wasn't suited to go into such a dangerous place. Even if she was they will have to get her over Tanizaki’s dead body which would be a pain.

Atsushi would have fit perfectly for this job if not for the fact that the omega’s gender was already registered. They thought about dressing the boy up as a woman, but after a couple of tries they gave up on that idea. By the end, the poor lad was almost in tears.

They thought of having Yosano or Kyouka (alpha and beta) disguising as omega, but the security will be strict. No matter how good artificial omega scents are nowadays, it could still easily give them away.

If they don’t bring an omega companion, the people at the auction will question Dazai. Likewise, if they bring an omega with the wrong gender registered.

Any changes will alert the securities. That was how strict this auction was. If they don’t want to risk exposing Dazai, a female omega companion was necessary.

“Dazai!” Kunikida barked at the dark-haired man lying on the couch with a book covering his face. “Stop slacking off and help us think of a solution!”

Dazai lazily pulls off the book and looked to the group gathered around the table.

“It’s easy~” The man yawned as he stretched his arms as if coming right out of a good nap. “I’ll just get my omega to go in as my partner.”

A moment of silence passed by.

And then…the group turned back to discuss amongst themselves, promptly ignoring their strategist.

“I said, I can get my omega to help us with the mission!” Dazai's call was completely ignored.

“You’re not taking Naomi!”

“Hello~?"

“No one said anything about taking Naomi!”

“Anyone listening?”

“Maybe we should shove Atsushi in a dress after all.”

“I saaaaaid—”

“Eeeeh?! No way! That’s never going to work!”

Soon, the discussion just turned into a jumble of noises. Each of them started throwing out random ideas only to get rebuked.

Just when their heated conversations started to turn into an argument, a scent they hadn't smelled before flooded the office.

The group froze. Their mouths stopped moving as they only inhaled through their nose to taste the sweet citrus scent exclusive to omegas. And within this unfamiliar scent, there was another scent. This scent was heavier and richer, possessively dominating the sweet omega scent.

And more importantly, they knew this second scent.

All at once, they slowly turned their head to a certain raven-haired man sitting on the couch. The bandages around the man's neck were unwrapped, revealing a pair of prominent bite marks on each side of his neck.

That was where the source of the scent was flowing from.

Those were mating marks.

“EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEH?!?!?!?!??!?!”

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Omegas were precious creatures.

They were beautiful and alluring beings that can give birth regardless of male or female. Omegas were delicate, so they needed protection.

Alphas were the protectors. No alpha was ever born weak. With their superior physical abilities and heightened senses, these creatures were made for combat.

In the ancient past, when alpha and omega mated, the alpha will provide everything for the omega. They take care of them, protect them and cherish them. In return, omegas will give all their loves to their alphas. It was a pure, uncontaminated relationship until societies are built and people eventually forgot this special bond they were capable of.

Due to their superiority, alphas soon ruled over each kingdom.

Contaminated by greed, money, and lust, they started to see omegas as objects. Alphas began to enslave omegas and use them for pleasure. A single alpha was allowed to mate as many omegas as they like. Omegas at the time were treated no different than cattle raised for slaughter.

It was around that time that betas began appearing.

Neither alpha nor omega, the only gender to define a beta was by male and female. Females were the only one capable of giving birth, but that was it. They were ordinary beings with no higher senses or stronger physic. Due to this, betas were seen as monsters. The churches branded them as the devil's children. When an omega gave birth to a beta, the alpha will kill the child and the omega mother will be hanged as they are contaminated by evil.

However, when nearly all omegas began giving birth to betas, even the less intelligent alphas realized something was wrong.

People began to research and realized that the omegas that gave birth to betas were mostly captive ones. Treated as nothing but playthings, those omegas weren't even marked (or rather not allowed to) when they give birth to children of their rapist. And those children were all born as betas. Even if the omega was marked, if the alpha himself has marked other omegas, then the children of those omegas will also be beta.

This discovery led to some people realizing just how wrong the world had become. Battles took place over the world as people fought to free the omegas from the greedy clutches of corrupted alphas. It was thanked to this that many omegas were able to escape their confinement and survive in the outside world.

Ever since royalties were overthrown and governments were established, the law quickly came into place to protect the few omegas that were left.

With great care, omegas started giving birth to alpha and omegas again. Over time, these two dwindling dynamics slowly rise back up.

In modern society, beta takes up a population of seventy-five percent, Alpha at fifteen percent, and omega at ten percent. While all three dynamics stand at equal right, the law, as well as societies, will always favour the omega. After all, histories had taught them that omegas needed to be treated with care.

While their dynamics had changed over time, one thing never changed.

No matter what, Alphas were always stronger ones. Be it their physical strengths or their intelligence, alphas always stand above betas and omegas. Nowadays, alphas were dubbed as “winners in life”, as they were fated to achieve great things no matter what career they chose.

Miraculously, there was one alpha that defied all these alpha stereotypes, and that alpha's name was Dazai Osamu.

Lazy, bum, hobo, slacker, no-good, scheming, bandage-wasting machine, suicidal maniac…none of these were words used to describe an alpha. Yet, they were all used on Dazai Osamu.

“Dazai? What part of that bandage-squandering machine looks like an alpha?”

— Doppo Kunikida (Beta)

“To be honest I thought Dazai-san was a beta when we first met…”

— Nakajima Atsushi (Omega)

“Genetically speaking he’s an alpha.”

— Edogawa Ranpo (Beta)

“Makes you want to cut him open and examine just how that guy’s an alpha, don’t you agree?”

— Yosano Akiko (Alpha)

“His dynamic is as hard to tell as his past carrier…”

— Tanizaki Junichirou (Beta)

“I still haven’t met anyone that could guess he’s an alpha at first glance!”

— Tanizaki Naomi (Omega)

“In the countryside, Alphas were always the ones that take care of the fields.”

— Miyazawa Kenji (Beta)

“Oh, he’s an alpha?”

— Izumi Kyouka (Beta)

“…Regardless of dynamics, Dazai-kun is an important member of the agency.”

— Fukuzawa Yukichi (Alpha)

Yes, this human bandage gobbling machine, failure as an alpha—was married.

To an omega.

There was an omega in this world that wanted Dazai.

Words such as mated and married never sounded so wrong when put in the same sentence as Dazai.

Soulless, petrified statues waited in the office the very next day. None of them could remember how they even got home after being blasted by such shocking news. Perhaps they didn’t go home. That would explain how none of them remember how they manage to come into the office this morning.

Ranpo was the only one that acted normal. He was munching on his snacks as usual, but no one else seemed to notice him in their mindless state.

Time agonizingly ticked by.

The entire office was drowned in silence as they waited.

The moment the clock struck twelve, the door open.

Coming back into reality, the members finally moved. They all whipped their heads around, wanting to see just what kind of omega would choose that kind of alpha as mate.

Was this omega being threatened?

Was this omega blind?

Was this omega suffering from some sort of amnesia and was tricked by Dazai into marrying him?

What they saw made them turned back into stones.

A slender woman walked through the doorway with her black heels clattering against the green floor tiles. She wore a black, large big brim hat with decorated with reddish-orange flowers. The hat sat slanted over her head, blocking her face and showing only the tip of her chin and some strands of pumpkin orange hair brushed over her shoulder.

The woman’s chin was tilted up in confidence. Her long, black dress swayed with her movement. Occasionally, when she took bigger steps, her long and slender legs could be shown through the opening on the side. A black scarf was tied around her neck and flowing behind her back as she moved.

Even without seeing her face, just from the way she carried herself already gave off the image that the woman was a beauty.

Within her gloved hands, she held a small black purse. Yosano immediately recognized that bag. She had seen it when flipping through the magazine that was released just yesterday. That was the 1001 Nights Diamond Purse.

The female alpha doctor raised an eyebrow. So not only was the woman an omega but she also got a strong background. Normal people wouldn’t be able to afford that kind of money on a purse. Then...why Dazai?

None of them even saw Dazai until the alpha popped into their view and wiped off nonexistent dirt from the couch to let his mate sit.

When the woman sat down and lifted her head, they were once more blown away by her feature.

She was as beautiful as they imagined.

The woman's face was sharp and refine like a sculpture carved out of ice. She got perfectly pointed chin with fair skin and thick lashes framing her eyes to bring out that blue in her pupils. Her eyes were like sapphires, shining vibrantly despite being such a poorly lit room.

Despite the cold and distant aura the woman was giving off, her eyes were burning vibrantly with fire and defiant. It was an unusual contrast, yet it was such a contrast that made her all the more eye-catching.

On the base of her long and slender neck, just below her scarf, were two mating scars. One on each side, the scars was the perfect replication of Dazai’s teeth mark. From those marred scent glands, the alluring scent of the omega’s flowed out, carrying the mixture of her alpha.

“Honey, meet my co-workers.” Dazai sat right up against his mate, practically gluing himself to her side as he held one of her hands in his and planted a kiss on the back of her wrist.

The sight made the corner of Kunikida’s glasses cracked.

Atsushi's brow twitched as he stared at the raven who was openly flirting with his own mate.

“From left to right is Tanizaki-kun, his sister Naomi-chan, the detective of our agency Ranpo-san, our physician Yosano-sensei, Kenji, Atsushi-kun, Kyouka-chan!”

“Is it just me or were our introductions really short?" Atsushi sweatdropped. Dazai even said all three of their names in one swift breath.

The woman didn’t say anything, but her blue eyes shifted to a certain blond who never got an introduction. His brows were twitching and a vein could be seen pulsing beneath his forehead.

"Oh, you don't need to bother about him, my love," Dazai purred, grasping both the woman's hands and leaned over her so much that the beautiful woman had to lean away. "You only need to look at me."

“HEY!” Kunikida shouted.

The rest of the members stared flatly at the pink hearts practically gushing out of Dazai. The alpha was saying every single cheesy line while the woman just looked away expressionlessly as if she couldn't even bother sparing a glance to deal with the idiot.

Atsushi couldn’t help but wonder just how those two become mates.

“And this!” Dazai wrapped his arm around the woman’s slender waist and pulled her into his side. “Is my lovely wife, Chuuna-chan!”

SNAP

Atsushi jumped when a sudden chill crawled down his spine.

He heard it.

He definitely heard a snap just now. As someone sensitive to how other people think, Atsushi keenly caught the sound of someone’s rationality snapping in two. He couldn't tell where it came from though. He looked over the woman's cold and stoic face, then to the other members of the agency. All of them looked like they had swallowed a fly.

The only one that looked pissed was Kunikida due to Dazai’s fooling around. Perhaps that was from Kunikida—Atsushi convinced himself, though something just didn’t feel right.

“So~” Dazai waved at the group. “Briefing over the mission?”

The visible vein on Kunikida’s forehead twitched, but he held it in and took a seat on the opposite couch of the pair. The rest gathered behind the couch, curious about the woman that was Dazai’s mate. Even Ranpo was very interested.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Chuuna-san. I am Kunikida Doppo.” Kunikida introduced himself politely to the woman. “We appreciate your help in assisting with our job. This will require you to go undercover into an underground auction. The security is extremely tight and there are possibilities of Ability users guarding that place. Are you certain you can take this job?”

The woman just stared at Kunikida with those firm, unwavering eyes. Kunikida felt goosebumps crawling all over his skin just from this woman’s stare. Just keeping eye contact with those sharp blue eyes made the beta break out cold sweats. The air even felt thinner and harder to breathe.

If he had any doubts about whether or not this woman could take the job before, it was gone now. This woman was strong. She was stronger than anyone he had ever met. Just who exactly was she? Kunikida couldn't believe that he had never heard of someone like her before.

“Ah, Chuuna-chan isn't the talkative type. Just give her a basic briefing on what she needs to do and she'll have it done."

Kunikida wanted to kick Dazai out the window, but the woman’s presence made him held his foot back. He flipped open his notebook and began reviewing the mission with the omega.

The mission was simple. Dazai and his wife will infiltrate the auction and steals the data of all of the auction’s clients and dealers from the database. The police want to capture every single trail connected to the auction, include every single person behind it.

It was an extremely huge task, but that got nothing to do with them. Their job was just to get the information they needed.

When the day of the mission finally came, the agency fell into another shock.

Dazai showed up, wearing a white suit with black dress sure and orange tie. His hair was groomed and he looked…decent for once. Handsome even.

No one in the agency even thought this was possible. They didn’t even know that Dazai even owned another set of clothes let alone something that looked so costly.

Chuuna stood by Dazai’s side.

She wore a long, red trumpet gown with her wavy orange hair were wrapped up in a bun on the back of her head—decorated with freshly cut crimson camellias. Her slender hands were fitted into a pair of long black leather gloves that reached past her elbow matched with black lace-up heels. A long scarf made of white fox pelt wrapped around her neck and flowed down her finely curved figure.

Around her bare shoulders was a large white coat protecting her from the chilly spring air. The coat was too large to be the woman’s, so it was obviously Dazai who put it over his mate’s shoulders. The way the large coat wrapped around the petite woman gave off a sense of protection from the outside world.

The alpha smoothly took his omega’s hand and led her to the white limo.

“Let’s go.” Dazai opened the door like a gentleman for his mate to get in first before following after.

Kunikida’s brows twitched, but he managed to swallow the urge to retort as he pulled open the driver’s seat.

“Oh, Kunikida-kun!” Dazai suddenly called, popping his head out of the window. “Drive slowly and steadily! What if my darling Chuuna chips a nail because you recklessly made a turn or went over a bump?!”

“DO YOU THINK WE’RE HERE FOR FUN?!” Kunikida all but screamed, not caring if Chuuna was present or not anymore. That bastard! Did Dazai think they're going for a picnic or something?!

Fuming, Kunikida went into the driver seat and slammed the door shut. He started the engine and stepped on the gas as they headed for their destination.

Never was the blond so thankful for driving a limo. With a limo, he wouldn't have to endure Dazai’s harassment. The two passengers on the back weren't able to see him, but Kunikida certainly can. The limo was installed with a camera showing driver the situation in the passenger seat in case of emergencies.

Unfortunately for him, Kunikida underestimated Dazai's ability to irritate people. Even without the alpha purposely pushing his buttons, Kunikida was on the verge of vomiting rainbows five minutes into the drive. To his defense, anyone would when they hear the things Dazai was saying to his mate.

Things such as;

“Oh Chuuna! There isn't a word in the dictionary for how beautiful you look tonight.”

And,

"Look only at me, alright? Otherwise, I would be jealous of all those eyes looking over Chunna's gorgeous body."

To things like,

“Your hand looks heavy, Chuuna. Here, let me hold them for you.”

Kunikida had to control his grip so that he wouldn’t rip the wheel off in frustration. What was that idiot doing?! That's not how to start conversations with a lady! No, scratch that, they were on a mission, not for him to throw his omega dumb cheesy lines!

And what’s more, the entire time the alpha was blabbering, the omega didn't even spare that idiot a glance! She was looking out the window, completely ignoring her alpha who was practically rubbing his face into her palm like some sort of lost puppy crying for attention.

Were they seriously mates? Kunikida was skeptical, but mating marks and scents can’t lie.

Unable to look anymore, Kunikida shut off the camera. He had a feeling if he continued to listen to these nonsenses, he will kick Dazai right out of the car, mission or not.

At the back of the limo, burnt umber eyes shifted to the direction of the camera where the small green light had disappeared, indicating that it has been turned off.

“Kunikida-kun sure loves peeking. I wonder if it’s your beauty that mesmerized him.” Dazai said teasingly as he looked at the woman sitting by his side.

The red-haired woman was still looking out the window, completely ignoring him. Dazai smiled, not bothered by the slightest as he warmed the woman’s hand in his own.

“Jokes aside, you do look stunning tonight.”

The woman scoffed.

“I am being serious.” Dazai chuckled as he rolled his omega’s glove down until that small wrist of hers was exposed and placed a kiss there. “It’s been a while since the two of us went on a mission together. I’m very happy.”

The woman finally turned her head from the window and gazed down at that man whose lips were still on her wrist. She pulled back her hand and shoved the raven’s head away.

“Liar, I can tell you’re happy as well!" Dazai said teasingly as he fixed the glove for his lover. “But compared to that, I missed having you by my side.”

The woman gave him a pointed look.

"Just meeting during the night isn't enough! I want my omega with me during the day too! Isn't it time for you to leave underground?"

The woman huffed and turned back to the window.

“I know, I haven’t forgotten that I dragged you into this. I don’t regret it though.”

After a long while, the woman turned back to Dazai with a questioning look on her bright blue eyes.

“Of course I can understand.” Dazai laughed. This time it wasn’t his overly dramatic or teasing laugh, but a genuine one that came from the bottom of his heart. He reached out and tucked a loose strand of orange hair behind his mate’s ear. “I know everything about you after all. Your timing, your attack, your behavior, your habits, what you like…I even know the tempos of your breathing. What kind of mate will I be if I can't even tell what you're thinking?"

The woman seemed taken back before she hurriedly whipped her head away. Dazai chuckled as he watched the tip of the woman's ear slowly reddened. Unable to help himself, he leaned down and bit into that soft earlobe, causing the omega to suck in a shuddering breath.

When they arrived at the destination, Kunikida got off the car and opened the door for Dazai and his omega, playing the role of a dutiful driver.

All around, cars were parked in a straight line, all of the drivers doing the same as they open the door for their employers.

Men and women, all dressed up in fancy gowns came out of their cars. If an outsider sees this, they would probably think it was just some rich people having a get together on a cruise. No one would even think that these people were all dealing in shady business.

The moment Dazai exited the car, all eyes were drawn to him.

Most of the guests are well over their thirties, so suddenly seeing someone so young and handsome has caught many off guard. Women blushed at the sight of such a handsome alpha, while the men and alphas gawked at the gorgeous omega accompanying him.

Whispers traveled around as Dazai wrapped an arm around his mate’s small waist and pulled her close in an almost possessive way.

The people around parted ways to let them by, staring as these graceful pair walked across the red carpet.

Kunikida never wanted to beat Dazai up so much. The raven's omega was standing out like a sore thumb. Or rather, both of them were completely standing out! This was supposed to be a stealth mission! How are they supposed to perform stealth if they stood out?!

Whatever Kunikida was thinking, Dazai didn’t know. But even if he did, he wouldn’t care.

They entered the cruise after shoving the guards their invitation card. The securities there performed body check on every single guest. Phones and all electronics were compensated. After all that was done, they were asked to provide their fingerprints and DNA. Having all prepared that beforehand, Dazai and his omega got in quite easily. The two were led to a ballroom with the other guests. It was a place for them to relax, as the auction won’t start until the cruise departs into the sea.

Being the center of attention, it didn’t take long for someone to come up and talk to them.

“You are Akiyama’s son, aren’t you?” An alpha in his forties said as he walked up to the pair with a glass of champagne in hand. “I know your father. He’s an old colleague of mine.”

Dazai immediately recognized this man. He had memorized every guests' information and their connections to the Akiyama father and son. This middle-aged man was the chairman of Chiba University Hospital, Omura Hayato.

“Omura-san. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” Dazai greeted politely with a slight dip of his head to show his respect.

“What happened to your father's company was a pity.” Omura sighed. Although he was talking with Dazai, his eyes were roaming all over the redhead standing beside him. More than once his eyes had stopped on the small, A-cup bump on her chest and the curve of her hips.

“But I can’t understand what was going through your father’s head. To think he accidentally killed one of his omega staff while attempting to rape her. If he wanted an omega, he should have just use money to buy them! I can't understand why he wasted so much effort on that kind of commoner. Don't you agree, boy?”

The man’s voice wasn’t soft. If anything, he purposely spoke loud enough for the bystanders watching them to hear.

“You are correct. I too disagree with what my father did.” Dazai replied professionally, never once did the smile on his face disappear.

The lack of reaction from Dazai clearly put the man off, but he still stuck around, making small talks until he finally got to his point.

“A lovely omega you have here.” He complimented as the lust in his eyes became deeper. His eyes swept by the woman’s mating marks, but the fact that the woman seemed to have mated wasn't off-putting for him in the least.

After all, to these people—to every single one of them here—omegas meant nothing. To them, omegas were just toys used for pleasure. Even in this auction, there will be omegas auction out as slaves. In the past when alpha enslaved omegas, some of them will mark the poor creatures as a show of property right, not mating, so these people thought the same.

Despite being all dressed up, Dazai was still had on his bandages underneath his suits. His mating marks were hidden under those bandages while his wife's marks were exposed for all to see. The people here will only think that the dark-haired alpha brought his specially trained slave to show off tonight.

They all know how stupid and spoiled this son of Akiyama Eito was. They had a fair share of laughs at all the scandals Akiyama Eito had to cover up for this idiotic son. While Dazai may act decent and polite, the other guests just brushed him off as him putting up a fake front.

“A beauty indeed…I’ve never seen such fine omega.” As Omura said that, he reached out a hand towards the redhead’s delicate face. Just when his finger almost brushed against that soft-looking skin, a glass of red wine intercepted that greedy hand’s path.

“My apologies.” Dazai smiled as he held the stem of the glass in his hand gracefully. “But did I say you could touch her?”

The man’s face burned bright with anger that someone so much younger than him dared to talk to him like that. However, Omura knew he can’t cause too big of a scene, so he cleared his throat. Muttering some words to Dazai before he turned to leave.

"This glass is dirty," Dazai said, looking down at the wine before he casually placed it onto a tray of a passing waiter and took a new one. He offered it to his omega who elegantly accepted it.

The redhead looked down at the red wine, gently swirling the fluid around to let the aroma rise. Then, she pressed the rim of the tall glass against her rose-red lips and tipped the cup upward.

The people around stared at the woman’s fluid movement.

Such elegance matched with that stoic, alluring face gave the audiences a feeling that this omega came from a wealthy family like themselves. An omega like this was different from any other omega slaves they had played with. Men and alphas felt the urge to wreck this woman, to throw her under them and strip her of dignity and hear her begs them for mercy.

As fantasy spread through these men’s mind, the pheromones thickened within the grand ballroom.

It didn’t take long for another man to come up to them, then another, followed by another.

They all greeted Dazai and spoke to him, yet all their eyes were trained on the orange-haired omega. More than once they hinted on buying the gorgeous omega off his hand or even just renting for a day, but Dazai just smiled and dismissed them all.

After an hour of enjoying themselves at the party, the auction was finally going to commence. Rather than having all of them enter at once, the guests were taken to the auction one by one while the rest waited in the ballroom.

When a waiter came up to inform them that it was their turn, Dazai took his omega by the hand and followed their guide.

They came to the lower part of the ship and into a huge stage that took up the space of two floors. The hall circling the stage was made with glass panels. There were private rooms on both floors for the guests to participate

They were lead down the ship and into a stage surrounded by private rooms for each guest where they can enjoy the auction in private. Once they settle into their room, they won’t be allowed out until the auction ends. Any needs they can just ask their waiter for them to bring into their room. Once the auction ends, they will be taken out of their rooms one by one just like how they entered.

This way, no one will know who was in which bidding room bidding for the item.

There was a hundred percent privacy for guests and what’s more…

Dazai’s eyes narrowed at a row of men dressed in waiter uniform standing against the side of the wall like statues. While they looked like ordinary waiter dutifully waiting for orders, the raven-haired alpha could tell they weren't waiters at all.

They were trained killers.

Should anything happen during the auction, they will immediately take out every single guest trapped in their rooms. While each room looked sturdy, the walls facing the hall was hollow inside. A normal gun could easily pierce through the thin woods and into the target inside.

"Here's your room, sir." The waiter bowed as he held the door to Dazai’s room open.

“Yes, of course!” Dazai smiled as he let go of his omega. "May I ask if the person behind the auction will also be watching?"

“Of course, the boss will be watching to ensure the auction goes smoothly.” The waiter replied without a beat.

No matter how much the waiter tried to hide it, Dazai keenly caught the belittlement hidden within that waiter's eye.

“Then can you put in some words for me to your boss?” Dazai asked, the calm mask he was wearing broke, showing eagerness. “This omega here, I’ve trained her for years. I’m sure the boss will like it. There are some things I wish to discuss with him, could you put in some words for me?”

“I’m afraid that is against the rules, sir.” The waiter said with a troubled look. But once more, the way those eyes roam over the redhead did not escape Dazai’s eyes.

Dazai discreetly stuffed a rolled-up bill into the waiter's hand before shoving his omega forward. "I'm sure your boss will be pleased with her. She is the finest omega you'll find anywhere in the market! I've trained her in many places; she knows how to make a man scream.”

The waiter continued to act hesitant, but after some push from Dazai, he finally complied. He did not take Dazai’s money. He just hurriedly gave him back the bills and assured him that he will get the job done.

With a satisfied smirk, Dazai walked into the room without giving his omega a second look.

Once the door closed, the waiter speedily called over two other waiters to watch over the closed door.

Then, under his co-worker's jealous gazes, the waiter grabbed the omega roughly by the arm and dragged her away.

The waiter sped down the hall as if he couldn't even wait for a second longer as he brought the omega into the upper floor and into an old storage room.

The waiter threw the omega into the storage before stripping off the cameras attached on him. He disabled it and set it aside on a shelf. He closed the door shut behind him as the clicking sound of the door locking resonated through the small space.

"What an idiot!" The waiter laughed, finally revealing his real nature as he leered lustfully at the omega in front of him. After all, as alpha, omegas were too alluring for them to pass the chance. "Your dumb master seems to think he could use you to get close to the boss, what a joke! He doesn't even understand his own position." He mocked as he undid his tie and unbuckled his belt.

"My name is Adam, memorize it because that's gonna be name of your alpha from now, little omega." He chuckled as the alpha's thick musk filled the room.

The omega had her head dipped, slowly backing up until she hit the wall.

The alpha chuckled at that as he advanced on her, mouth already slaving from the scent coming from the delectable omega before him.

“Your master said you know how to make a man scream, let see if that’s true!” And then, the alpha eagerly closed the last distance between them, reaching out to tear the omega’s dress off. However, at the last second, his hands were grabbed by a pair of slender gloved ones.

Sounds of crackling bones came from the alpha's wrists before those delicate-looking hands completely crushed all the bones inside. The flesh was distorted from the tight pressure as blood burst out from those wrung wrists and splattered over the floor.

The waiter was in so much pain that he could only let out dry screams until this throat doesn't even work anymore. He had collapsed on his knees, held up only by his broken hands still being gripped by the omega. He was wheezing as he stared at his mangled wrist in horror.

“You want to scream, then I’ll make you scream, master.” Came deep, husky voice came from above.

The waiter shakily looked up and was met with a pair of chilling blue eyes looking down on him as if looking at a piece of garbage.

CRACK

“AAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!”

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After every honorable guest has settled into the private rooms, the auction finally began. On the stage, a beautiful lady would walk out, carrying all types of items while a man at the counter shouted for price. Behind the two was a huge screen, showing all the information about the item being auctioned.

A waiter walked along the windows, looking down at the items currently being bid on. It was sixteen complete sets of organs, all in perfect condition with different blood types and genders. It was obvious where the auction had gotten these organs from, and it certainly wasn't from donors.

The waiter stepped into the elevator. He pulled out a key card from his pocket and swiped it over the key slot before pressing the highest level button.

Once arrived, he strolled out into the bright hallway. He looked around before finding a door with another key slot. He swiped it over, causing the door to open, revealing the boat’s control room.

“Who are you?” One of the men looked up from their work.

“I got orders from the boss to deliver a message." The waiter replied as the doors slowly closed behind him…

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Dazai watched impassively as an omega was put up onto the auction stage. The omega was a male. Thick chains wrapped around his neck like a dog with a leash as he sat in the center of the light and cameras. His eyes were glazed over, clearly drugged and dressed in transparent fabric that hid nothing of his pale body.

The man at the auction was going wild, screaming out prices that just kept stacking higher and higher.

It appeared that omegas were very popular amongst the guests tonight.

The door opened up right then, revealing a waiter holding a tray of appetizers Dazai had called for. The appetizers were a plate of king crab legs, raw oysters, a glass of wine with apples and grapes.

The waiter set the food onto the table, turning to leave when Dazai called out to him.

"Hold it!" Dazai commanded without even looking away from the auction. He clicked his tongue in irritation as he slammed against the bidding button, stacking the price on the omega even higher, but he was soon outbid once again. “My crabs aren’t even deshelled, these apples and grapes aren't skinned either. You expect me to eat these?!”

“My apologies sir, I will bring them back to the kitchen and have them remake it.” The waiter said, about to take the tray away when Dazai stopped him.

“Forget it! You stay here and peel them for me!” Then Dazai slammed his fist against the bid button again.

The waiter paused. He looked back to the other two waiters guarding by the door. When he has gotten the signal, the waiter picked up a slice of apple and began to peel the skin off with a fruit knife. Seeing that, the other two waiters outside closed the door to allow their guest privacy.

The moment the door shut, the waiter dropped the apple and stabbed the knife into it.

“Well now, that’s not a very good service. I should reconsider the tips I was going to give!” Dazai said dramatically, losing the cold expression he just had as he smiled at the waiter standing over him.

The sound of knuckles crackling echoed throughout the room.

“I was just kidding!” Dazai stretched out one long arm and wrapped it around the waiter's slender hip. With a pull, he had the petite waiter fitting perfectly onto his lap. "If you feed me though, I’ll consider giving you lots of tips tonight~”

He whispered slyly into the waiter’s ear. He watched as the tip of the other man’s ear turned red before the standard white gloves of the waiter pushed his head away.

“Stop messing around!” A deep voice hissed. “The mission—”

“Is over,” Dazai finished for him, holding out a hand. Knowing what he wanted, the waiter reached into his pocket and handed over a USB drive. “All we need to do is to relax and watch the show now.”

The waiter didn’t speak for a long time. Blue eyes turned down to the auction, just as the bidding for that male omega ended.

"He'll be saved," Dazai promised.

The waiter huffed as he reached for the wine on the table. Before he could touch the bottle, his hand was caught by a bandaged one, causing him to look over to the alpha in irritation.

“Now what?”

“I want crabs.”

“Hah? Go get them yourself!”

"But you can break the shells faster than me!" Dazai whined.

Sighing in irritation, the red-haired man grabbed a crab leg. With a simple press of his fingers, the shell completely shattered, revealing the tender flesh inside.

“Here," The redhead snapped as he held the crab to the dark-haired alpha.

Dazai smiled as he gently took that small wrist within his hand. He guided the other man's hand until the piece of crab was against his lips. He took a bite into the juicy meat and slurped it out of the rest of the shell.

Blue eyes stared at the way the alpha ate. He grabbed another one, breaking the shell just as easily before feeding it directly into Dazai’s waiting mouth. On the stage, the omega boy had been taken away. Now, the guests were bidding for an omega girl.

From the corner of his eyes, the waiter watched the amount these rich people poured into that poor girl. It was sickening.

Licking the crab juice from his lips, Dazai was finally satisfied as he looked at his lover whose attention was on the auction.

“So…when are you going to change back, Chuuna-chan?”

“AH?!” A vein popped over the waiter as blue eyes glared darkly at the man beneath him. “Why the hell do I still need to wear that stupid getup!? Didn’t you say the mission’s finished?!”

“The mission itself is complete, but there’s still one more role for Chuuna.” Dazai explained, dropping his smile as he regarded the other with a serious face.

“I threw that stupid dress away." The redhead gritted out. He couldn’t hide his cringe at the memory of that dumb thing he was forced to wear.

"Oh, no need to worry about that! I have it all prepared!” Dazai sang as he pulled out another dress from under his coat.

The waiter’s brows twitched as he stared at the white dress filled with flowers and laces in disbelieve. He jolted out of daze when he felt hands starting to unbutton his shirt.

“The hell you’re doing?!”

“Helping you change?”

“I can do that on my own!”

With that, the bathroom door slammed shut, leaving Dazai all alone in the room. The raven-haired alpha stared at the closed door for a long time before letting out a soft chuckle.

He held up the bottle of wine and smirked after looking over its brand and years. He knew his mate would pick the most expensive one from the winery.

He grabbed two glasses and poured out the wine.

Dazai watched as the female omega was brought off the stage. That was the last of the human trafficking. Now, they were into newly developed drugs that aren’t even out in the market. Dazai popped a grape into his mouth as he waited for his lover to come out. Occasionally, he would tab the bid button when the time was just right to show his participation.

Dazai was swirling his wine in his glass when the bathroom door opened. He looked up and smiled at the beautiful woman that had reappeared before his eyes.

The white tea-length dress was practically made for his omega with the way it showed off his narrow waist and slender limbs. Dazai had every single one of those dresses custom-made just for this day, and the results were better than any of his fantasies. His lover never ceased to amaze him with that beauty of his.

“Here, love," Dazai called, patting his lap as if the omega was some kind of dog that would jump on his command.

A frown appeared over the orange-haired male. The rejection on his face was clear as day.

"I need to add the finishing touches," Dazai said innocently with large, wide eyes.

“Why do I have to sit on your lap to do that?”

“Do you see any other place to sit?”

The redhead looked around and realized that his mate was right. There was only a single couch in this entire room and Dazai was occupying it. Even the table where he set the food was small, not big enough to fit in a person.

“You…don’t tell me you planned this.” He hissed, feeling the urge to pummel his alpha into the wall. He wasn’t going to believe that this auction was so lousy that they can’t even afford to give their guests proper sofa and tables.

“Of course not!” Dazai urged, patting his lap even harder. “Hurry up!”

The redhead gritted his teeth. He told himself to calm down. He can beat this shit up all he wants after they get home. He had promised Dazai to listen to all of his order on this mission, so he will do that.

Crimson light outlined the petite figure. With a simple leap, the omega flew across the room and landed right onto the raven’s lap. Dazai’s arms snaked around that perfect little waist and pulled the redhead back so that his bareback exposed by the dress was pressed against his chest.

"Don't move," Dazai whispered into the other’s ears when the omega tried to get up.

He carefully held his mate’s hand and pulled out a pair of white gloves from his pocket. Slowly, as if treating some kind of delicate and important task, he pulled the glove over his mate’s lovely hands—one finger at a time.

Blue eyes softened as the omega watched the alpha’s ministrations. The redhead began to relax into his alpha’s warm body and allow himself to be taken care of.

After Dazai finished setting the gloves over his mate's hands, he pulled out a bracelet and secured it over that pale right wrist. After that, he pulled out a diamond necklace and earrings, putting them onto his mate carefully to make sure everything was perfect. Then finally, he pushed the pumpkin orange bangs over the omega’s right ear and clipped it up with two simple white clips.

The redhead’s face was slightly flushed at his alpha’s tenderness. Blue eyes darted everywhere but his mate in an obvious sign of shyness.

Dazai grinned as he gave that cute earlobe a nip, causing the other to jump in surprise.

“You—…what’s that?” The omega blinked when he saw his alpha slowly untying the bandages around his left wrist. He didn’t notice at first, but now closer, he could tell those weren’t bandages at all, but white ribbons made of fine silk.

“For your neck," Dazai answered. “We have to hide your Adam’s apple after all.”

The omega didn’t say anything after that. He leaned forward, giving his mate space for him to tie the ribbon around his neck.

The fabric was extremely soft and with the alpha’s gentleness, the redhead didn’t feel the slightest bit of discomfort.

Dazai wrapped a couple of layers of ribbon that beautiful pale neck and tied a large bow to the side. Fixing the bow up just right, he pulled his mate back against his body and his hands slid down to those smooth, well-defined legs.

"W-what are you doing?!" the redhead spluttered, pressing the dress down when the alpha suddenly pulled his right leg into the air.

“Shoes of course! What did you think I was doing?” Dazai asked innocently as that perverted hand stroke down his bare leg. “Now come a bit closer, I can’t reach your foot like this.

“Wait, stupid!” Chuuya yelped when Dazai pulled his knee against his chest so he could grab his foot. The omega shivered at the feeling of the cold air stroking his bottom. He never felt as embarrassed in his entire life as this very moment.

Chuuya felt the familiar weight of woman's heel slipped onto his foot and tied around his ankle. When Dazai was done, he slowly put his mate's leg down, making sure to slide his hand back up that smooth skin as he did so. Then without any warning, the redhead had his other leg pulled up as his dress pooled around his waist.

Although Dazai was slipping on the white heel for his lover, his eyes were focused on that pale hip exposed to his sight. He could see the smooth linings of the lingerie he had sacrificed two ribs just to get his mate to put on before heading out.

It was a plain white bikini made of satin.

The way that thin piece of fabric slid against that milk white skin made the saliva in the alpha's mouth increase. When the omega shifted around as he tried to cover his private area, the silky fabric of his underwear was pushed up a little, revealing a red kiss mark a certain alpha had left from last night. Saliva nearly spilled out of the alpha's mouth at the alluring sight.

The moment he finished putting on the shoe, the weight on his lap was gone. Dazai sighed in disappointment as he watched his lover landing ever so gracefully on those five-inch heels with the white dress fluttering around him.

Dazai got up, grasping his mate's hand and guided him to the bathroom to stand before the wide mirror.

“What do you think?” He purred into the omega’s ear.

The redhead stared at himself with wide blue eyes. When the two of them standing stood together in front of the mirror-like this, the omega realized how matching their outfits were. It wasn’t just the colour scheme, but also their style—especially the way Dazai did his hair.

The alpha’s hair had combed back on his left side, and he had done the same thing for the redhead’s right side.

It was like they were wearing a lover’s set of clothes.

Colours rose to the redhead’s cheeks at this realization. It was even enough for him to forget that he was dressed up as a girl. Just as he turned to the alpha and parted those rosy lips, the ship shook with the loud sound of explosion coming from below.

“What was that?!” The redhead gasped, using gravity to steady himself on the floor.

"Looks like we're not the only ones that infiltrated into this auction." The alpha said as those sharp eyes narrowed.

“Who—” The redhead’s words got cut off when the ship shook again as another explosion blasted from somewhere below them.

“No good, they’re trying to sink the ship!” Dazai said urgently. “Chuuya! Get the ship to the beach!”

“Tch! Grab onto something, shitty Dazai!” Chuuya ordered as crimson outline spread through his body. Kicking off the floor, he flew across the room, kicking the door right off the hinge as he came out into the hall.

The moment he did, the sound of gunfire echoed across the cruise.

The disoriented guards that were shaken from the blast instantly found a target the moment Chuuya appeared before them. Bullets flew towards the red-haired woman dress in white. The moment the bullets touched her, it all froze in midair as if held onto by an invisible force.

A wide, devilish smirk tugged apart those rosy lips. With a spin kick, all the bullets were sent back flying to the guards. The moment white heels touched the ground, the omega was off into the air, shooing into the enemies at a speed faster than their bullets. He easily destroyed them with kicks and punches.

Just as Chuuya was about to thrust a leg into another guard, all of his hair shot up upon the heavy static rumbling in the air. A split second later, the redhead let out a choked cry when electricity zapped through his entire body.

“Now, now, that’s no way for a lady to behave.” A grating voice sang as Chuuya stumbled, his body momentarily numbed from the shock as he glared up at a blond, rat-faced man standing in front of him dressed in those standard waiter uniform. His body was practically glowing with electricity dancing around his body like docile pets.

The man let out a high pitched laugh, licking his lips as he eyed the omega before him.

As Chuuya tried to steady his shaking hands, sharp blue eyes darted around to see a few more waiters coming up to surround him. These people must have been hiding somewhere waiting for an opportunity to attack. The air around these newcomers was different from the ones he had taken down. That means these are the Ability users guarding the auction.

“Heh…saves me the trouble of finding all of you." Chuuya snickered as the numbness in his body finally subsided. These Ability users weren't expecting such a deep voice to come out of the feminine-looking omega, so they were all taken back.

Taking his chance, Chuuya appeared in front of the rat-faced man in a blink of an eye. The man couldn't even react before he was sent flying across the hall. Crimson light outlined his body and slammed him with a force so strong he went right through the floor.

Without a pause, Chuuya spun on his heels, about to face the rest when his ankle twisted.

“Damn it!” Chuuya gasped, cursing his mate as he watched an Ability user sent out a blast of fire towards him.

Chuuya could already feel heat licking at his exposed skin as he watched those flames came at him. Just as he was about to activate his ability to pull himself away from the fire, a warm arm wrapped around his waist, breaking his fall as Chuuya saw a bandaged hand stretched towards the flame. The moment the scorching fire touched that hand, it disappeared in a flash of light.

“Getting rusty there, partner.” Dazai’s voice came from above his head.

“This wouldn't happen if you didn't make me wear this stupid getup!" Chuuya growled. He put his hands onto his lover’s shoulders, using the tall lanky alpha as leverage as he flipped over the alpha and slammed his heel into an ability user that tried to sneak up behind them, bashing him right through the floor to join his teammate.

Dazai smiled as he sidestepped a bullet. He grabbed his omega's hand and intertwined their fingers. With a pull, the two of them switched place. With his gravity, Chuuya sent the bullets that had aimed for Dazai flying back while Dazai nullified some weird, jelly-like substances shot at Chuuya.

The two of them fought with grace. Their movements were completely in sync like a dance as they mow down the ability users one after another.

After the enemies were taken care of, the pair made it out into the deck where Dazai stopped and let go of his lover’s hand.

The redhead flew towards the sky on a small piece of board ripped off of the deck. The ship was already half-sunken by this point with the rear of the ship completely in water.

"That's why I said we should have done this from the beginning." The redhead smirked, spreading his arms as crimson light outlined the entire ship. Without even breaking a sweat, the omega lifted the ship out of the greedy clutches of the sea. Changing the gravitation, he sent the ship hurling towards the beach.

From the sky, the redhead was able to see the people gathered at the beach. Police cars were flashing blue and red lights and he could even see the familiar faces of his mate’s co-workers.

“He knew this would happen?" The redhead frowned. He looked to the deck, eyes searching for his mate but Dazai was nowhere to be found.

Just as the ship slid onto the beach, the omega changed the gravitation again and made it come to an abrupt stop. With his ability, he deformed the bottom of the ship until it was completely flat so that it can stand upright. After letting it sink deep into the sand and making sure it wouldn't fall over, he released his power over it.

Tossing aside the piece of wooden board he was standing on, the redhead was about to just drop down like usual when his dress was blown upward by the strong wind. The feeling of the cold air flowing between his legs made him tremble as his face flared up in red.

His legs clamped together tightly and was about to shove his hands between his legs to push the dress down when he remembered there were people around. He had to act natural. He can’t do such an embarrassing pose. Chuuya convinced himself that it was fine. From their angle, they couldn't possibly see anything.

Chuuya slowly and carefully drifted down. With his power, he added weight to the dress so it wouldn't fly up to his face as he came down. He took slow and steady breathes, hoping that the embarrassment on his face hadn't been seen.

The people below hurriedly moved away at the sight of the woman descending from the night sky. Wearing nothing but white, she was practically glowing beneath the moonlight. Her hair lightly swayed in the windless air and her dress twirled around those slender legs.

At that very moment, there was only one thought that ran through everyone’s mind.

This woman was an angel.

As Chuuya flew down, he saw a raven-haired man in white suit standing on the sand gazing up at him with those soft umber eyes. He extended a bandaged hand up towards the omega like a gentleman offering a lady to a dance.

Without thinking, the redhead reached out. He placed his hand onto the alpha's larger palm. Long fingers wrapped securely around his hand before blinding light burst from their joined hands. Chuuya let out a small gasp as his control over gravity was nullified. The omega fell into the alpha's waiting arms as his white dress fluttered around them.

Under the silvery moonlight, the alpha and omega stood by the seashore dressed in white and embracing one another. It was truly a sight to behold.

“Welcome back, my dear," Dazai said affectionately as the redhead blushed from within his mate’s arms.

Chuuya opened his mouth, about to say something back when the sound of someone clearing their throat cut in.

"Ahem!"

The redhead hastily jumped out of his alpha's arms and turned to see rows of people standing there gawking at them. At the very front were his mates' co-workers from that detective firm.

A silver-haired alpha dressed in kimono and wooden sandals walked up to them. He was the one who had interrupted just now.

“Well done on your missions." The alpha complimented as sharp eyes gazed down at Chuuya. “It was thanks to you that we have successfully captured the targets and the data containing all of their trades. We were also able to safely apprehend all the people on the ship, including eight Ability users that were taken down. You have my thanks.”

Chuuya opened his mouth but snapped his jaw shut when he remembered that he was still pretending to be a girl. In the end, he just nodded as a response.

“I have heard about your situation from Dazai-kun.” The man continued. “Nakahara Chuuya, former King of Sheep.”

Blue eyes widened for only a split second before reverting back to normal. Chuuya looked towards Dazai who was smiling all innocently at him. The bastard, what in the world was he planning now?

"During the crossfire between Port Mafia and the Sheep that had allied with the Gelhart Security Service, you faked your death to escape from Port Mafia’s eyes. Since then, you've gone underground together with Dazai-kun. I have seen the reports of missions you had performed together with Dazai-kun secretly behind Port Mafia’s back. Dazai-kun also vouched for your excellency in handling with paper works as well. The Agency could use someone of your skills. Welcome to the Armed Detective agency. You may begin your work first thing tomorrow morning. I am sure Dazai-kun will show you the steps.”

“…Hah?” Chuuya could only utter dumbly.

Unfortunately for him, the silver-haired man didn't care to elaborate. With his speech said and done, he walked off, leaving one petrified Nakahara Chuuya.

“Um, congratulation!” A voice snapped him out of daze as Chuuya blinked and found the rest of the Armed Detective Agency members gathered before him. The one who spoke just now was that boy Dazai picked up with the tiger ability.

Chuuya had been there that time in the warehouse when his mate confronted the boy. Dazai had told him there would be something fun and called him over. To avoid being noticed by his mate's co-workers, he had been sitting on the rooftop watching everything from there.

“Your ability was amazing, Chuuna—I mean…Nakahara-san!” The boy continued, looking at the redhead with sparkling eyes.

“I’ve never seen such strong ability before!” Yosano commented, thoroughly impressed.

“That was gravity was it?” Tanizaki asked timidly.

The group's voices began to turn into a jumble of noises. Through Chuuya’s ringing ears, he couldn't pick out anything but congratulations and welcomes. Before he could process everything that had happened, his hands were grasped by a larger pair…but ones that definitely did not belong to his mate.

“WELCOME!” A certain blond with glasses was literally in tears as he shouted these words to him. “Finally! Finally I won't need to deal with that human waste of bandages anymore! Welcome to our Agency…really…welcome…!"

Chuuya sweatdropped as he watched a grown man broke down into sobs right before his eyes. If he remembered correctly, this was Dazai’s…partner?

The corner of Chuuya’s lips twitched. He had a pretty good idea what this was about already…

“Ku-ni-ki-da-kun~” Dazai’s singsong voice cut in as Chuuya found a pair of arms wrapping around his shoulders from behind. With a hard pull, the omega stumbled into his alpha’s chest as his hands slipped out of the weeping beta’s.

“Could you not go around molesting my darling Chuuya?” Dazai asked with a bright smile. Though he was smiling, there was an eerie shadow cast over his eyes with veins throbbing beneath the thin skin of his forehead.

Kunikida kept on crying as he wiped his face into his sleeve, completely oblivious to his partner's (soon to be ex-partner) threats. The blond was too overjoyed to notice anything around him anymore.

"So there you have it, everyone!" Dazai exclaimed to the rest of his comrades. “My mate, Nakahara Chuuya, will be working in the Agency starting tomorrow, please look after—”

“JUST WAIT A FUCKING DAMN SECOND YOU SCHEMING BASTARD!” A very husky and unmistakably a male’s voice roared throughout the air, causing every single bystander to turn into stones as they stared at the source of where that deep voice came from.

Even the President who was quite far away staggered when he heard the voice.

The only one that didn’t seem the slightest bit shock was Ranpo. He was cackling as he took in everyone's reactions as if this was exactly what he came here for.

That beautiful memory of the angel in white drifting down from the night shattered in every single one of their hearts. Right now, that ethereal being was clutching onto the raven-haired alpha's collar and shaking the life of him while screaming in a man’s voice, “What did he mean hire?! When did I say that I wanted to work at your place?!”

“But Chuuya!” Dazai spluttered as his eyes swirled from being shaken so violently. "Didn't you miss going onto mission together? Instead of hiding in the dark helping me with jobs like back in the old days, we can now work together all the time!”

“Like hell I want to work with you every single day! I thought it was weird, you’re the one behind those explosions on that ship, weren’t you?! And what did that guy meant by I'm good with paper works? You shitty vagabond! Don't tell me you're planning on pushing all of your works onto me!”

“Chuuya! How could you accuse me of something like that?!”

“You were doing that way back in your Mafia days, you bastard! Don't tell me you forgotten how you brought home stacks after stacks of your paperwork every fucking night, threatening me to do them for you!”

“CHUUYA!” Dazai suddenly shouted. His outburst made Chuuya jumped as his grip over the alpha’s collar loosened.

“I want to work with you again, Chuuya," Dazai said seriously as he cupped the redhead’s face within his hands. He leaned down towards the omega until their forehead touched. Chuuya unconsciously held his breath as he stared into those warm brown eyes gazing at him, portraying nothing but love and adoration.

“This time, I don’t want to keep you in the dark anymore. I want you to come out into the light. What do you say, Chuuya?” He whispered so softly that Chuuya could barely hear over the ocean breeze.

It wasn’t the first time Dazai mentioned working in the light and all that. Every time he did, Chuuya would just brush him off.

On that faithful day, after his comrades betrayed him, Dazai gave him an offer. Join Port Mafia, or serve under him. Should he choose the latter, Dazai will use his position within the Port Mafia to help him get all the information with regards to Arahabaki. In addition to that, Dazai also promised him the members of the Sheep’s safety.

Chuuya didn't like the raven-haired alpha at the time, but he didn't like the idea of being part of the Port Mafia even more, especially after such betrayal. With nothing left, Chuuya chose the second option. As much as he hated Dazai, from just their short time together Chuuya knew the man was one to keep his words.

Dazai indeed kept his words.

First, he pulled the Sheep out of the battle while both the Mafia and GSS were distracted by one another and sent them away. After that, he faked Chuuya’s death before the eyes of his men and handed in a false report to his boss. Since then, Chuuya had always been in living under Dazai’s arrangement.

Ougai Mori never investigated the matter. It wasn’t like Mori completely trusted Dazai. If anything, Mori was always watching Dazai in fear that the youngest executive would one day overthrow him from his position. The reason was simply because Chuuya wasn’t important enough to have him take any actions.

Chuuya’s ability was strong, but not so strong that Mori would waste efforts to dig out a person Dazai had hid. To Mori, Dazai’s existence was more important than Chuuya, so creating a rift between them over Chuuya simply wasn’t worth it.

However, all that was built upon the fact that Chuuya and Dazai got no relationships.

That was why even when Dazai started working at his new job, Chuuya chose to keep hiding.

The Port Mafia might be alright with their ex-executive jumping to the Armed Detective Agency, but what if Chuuya got involved? If he appears, then the Port Mafia might not quietly watch from the distance anymore but would do everything to take Dazai back.

As mates, they were essentially one. By taking Dazai back, not only would Port Mafia regain their most powerful strategist, but they will also have their hands on the vessel of Arahabaki.

They would become a two in one deal which would be too tempting for the Port Mafia to pass. Anytime the Port Mafia needed Chuuya’s power, all they need to do was to put a gun against Dazai and Chuuya would be forced to do their bidding. Likewise, Chuuya could also be used for Mori to control Dazai.

That was one thing that can never happen.

Chuuya rather live in the shadows for the rest of his life than to become Dazai’s leash. Besides, his current lifestyle wasn't bad. It was very laid back...though sometimes he did found it boring, especially with his mate having to work most of the time.

Tonight was probably the first in a while that he felt this good. He missed using his Ability and getting some actions to stretch his muscles.

Chuuya sighed as he pulled his face out of his mate’s hands. “The Port Mafia—”

“We will deal with them when the time comes. As long as we’re together, Mori-san won’t lay a finger on you. Not without risking the entire organization.”

“Aren’t you confident?”

“Of course.” Dazai smiled. “Because Chuuya is my mate.”

“Hmph…” Chuuya snorted, seemingly much calmer than before.

“By the way, Dazai…” Chuuya breathed softly against his mate’s lips.

“Yes, love?” Dazai breathed back tenderly.

“There was no reason for me to change back to this getup, was there?”

A moment of silence passed between the lovey-dovey couple.

“Chuuya!” Dazai pulled back with a loud gasp as if he had received some sort of huge shock. With a face full of seriousness, he clasped his omega’s hands tightly within his own.

“You were like an angel descending from the heavens.”

Chuuya’s automatic Dazai translator: “Your underwear is sexy.”

“GO TO HELL YOU STINKIN' MACKEREL!"

Dazai could have avoided the attack easily.

He knew his lover's timing and patterns, evading his attack was as simple as breathing. However, for the first time, the alpha was completely rooted in his spot.

His eyes were blown wide and as a curtain of white parted before his eyes. That beautifully shaped leg of his mate was seemingly coming at him in slow motion. Dazai’s eyes hungrily raked over that smooth and elastic skin. His eyes trailed higher and higher until his caught a glimpse of that heavenly sight just before the side of a white heel made contact with the side of his head.

CRACK

Later on, someone from the Agency looked back at this moment and asked Dazai why he made the omega change into a dress knowing he would get beat up for it.

The alpha’s response was this…

"I’m going to get kicked either way, why not get some benefits out of it~?"

— Dazai Osamu

The veins on Chuuya’s head throbbed as the omega watched his mate drew a perfect arc in the sky and fell headfirst into the sea. The redhead didn't know why, but he felt even more irritated despite landing a hit just now.

With a huff, the omega turned to leave.

The mackerel could swim back for all he cared. He was too tired for this shit. The moment he gets home, he will use his power to mangle the lock to all their doors and windows so a certain someone wouldn’t be able to lock-pick his way in. After that, he will jam the doorbell, close the curtain, blast their home with loud rock music, throw out all of those canned crabs and get some well-deserved rest in his and Dazai's king-sized bed.

Each step the red-haired omega took, the ground beneath his five-inch heels would split and cave in from the force. Nakahara Chuuya walked through the petrified statues that were the Armed Detective Agency as the morning sun slowly rises from the horizon.

From that day on, a new rumour began to spread throughout Yokohama.

An unstoppable duo has formed within the Armed Detective Agency that even the Port Mafia was wary of.

They called them,

Double Black.

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[SIZE=1][b]Name:[/b] Jess. [b]Age:[/b] 22. [b]How did this happen?:[/b] He needed an updated application.

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[b]Name:[/b] Tegan Jonathon Frost [b]Nicknames & Aliases:[/b] [LIST] [*] Alias/Fake ID: Tegan Summers. [*] Nicknames: Tee, Teg, Frost, Frosty. [/LIST][b]Age:[/b] 31 [b]Date of Birth:[/b] 24/01/1981. [b]Gender:[/b] Male [b]Sexual Orientation:[/b] Bisexual; but happily taken by a guy. [b]Occupation:[/b] RPIT Detective Inspector.

[b]Animal Species:[/b] African Leopard. [b]Animal Description: [/b] [IMG]http://i672.photobucket.com/albums/vv90/bloodwillout/app%20pics/teganapplication2.png[/IMG] [i]Weight:[/i] 155lbs [i]Length:[/i] 9' from nose to tail tip. [i]Height:[/i] 30 inches at the shoulders. [i]Coat:[/i] Creamy tanned yellow with dark rosettes. [b]Do you have a hybrid/alpha form?:[/b] [URL=http://i672.photobucket.com/albums/vv90/bloodwillout/app%20pics/wereleopard_by_koutanagamori-d32f28a.jpg]Indeed he does.[/URL][LIST]Tegan stands at a rough seven foot tall in this form and weighs in at a hefty 320lbs. From head to foot he’s covered in tawny gold fur with black spots, has a tail, paws instead of hands and feet and while he may appear more feline than human in this form, but he’s more than capable of speech. [/LIST][b]Rank:[/b] Nimir Raj. [b]How long has your character been a lycanthrope?:[/b] 10 years and 7 months. [b]Mind set:[/b] Dominant. [b]Power level:[/b] Alpha. [b]Powers:[/b][LIST] [*] Hybrid form. [*] Healing through touch. [*] Force/Prevent shift in both leopards and jaguars. [*] Resist a vampire’s direct gaze. (480 and under). [*] Can shield his beast and appear human. [/LIST] [b]Face Claim:[/b] Shane West [b]Description:[/b] [IMG]http://i672.photobucket.com/albums/vv90/bloodwillout/app%20pics/teganapplication.png[/IMG] [i]Height:[/i] 6’0. [i]Weight:[/i] 165lbs. [i]Eyes:[/i] Hazel green. [i]Hair:[/i] Light brown. [i]Build:[/i] Average, athletic. [i]Visible marks:[/i] Tee’s back is pretty clawed up from when he was attacked and infected, from shoulders to the small of his back he looks like he’s been whipped. He has a torn bite scar on his side just over right his hip. He has a black panther tattoo on his left shoulder and on his right shoulder, Tee has a large fleur-de-lis. Over his heart he has "Satori". [i]Style:[/i] Generally Tegan likes to leave an impression on people, so he generally wears a suit to work. However when he’s kicking around the house he’s more than happy to wear casual things like jeans and t-shirt.

[b]Special Skills:[/b] [LIST] [*] Knows a little Russian and Spanish, just enough to get him by and is currently learning Italian. [*] Good under the hood of a car; his baby is proof. [*] Moderately proficient with firearms. [*] Knows basic hand to hand/close combat skills. [/LIST][b]Personality:[/b] [LIST]Compared to his twin brother, Oliver, Tegan is the calmer and more rational of the Frost brothers despite being fairly rough around the edges. He may be a little unorthodox at times depending on the situation at the time – especially when conventional methods don’t work in his favour - but that doesn’t make him a bad person, he just doesn’t like to mess around when it comes to some things such as work, leadership responsibilities and his family life. Outside of those three aspects of his life, Tegan’s pretty chilled out and the type of person that will always try and be there for someone else no matter the cost to him. Of course that’s not to say that he won’t think things through either before or after. He is the type to hang out and have a few beers after work with his friends, shoot hoops at the park on his time off if he isn’t tied up with something else.

He’s loyal. Even if someone betrays him, Tegan will likely keep an eye on that someone. He may not be that willing to throw himself in the line of fire, but he’d be there. While he may not be that trusting from the start of a relationship, Tee goes to some extreme measures to work on trust between him and the other person – or persons - involved. He may, at times, keep some things to his chest such as choices and decisions regarding the Pard or work, and derail the conversation should they come up before he’s ready to talk about them. It just means that he’s thought things through. He may not show it at times, but he does care about the people close to him; and in his mates case, he cares a great deal but what he says go without question. His very family orientated in his own way. Tegan was raised that idle hands could always be put to work elsewhere, and that manners were important on top of always being there for kin.

Tegan is anti-vampire for the most part. But that isn’t to say that he’ll go out of his way to cause trouble for any vampire that crosses his path. He’d just rather prefer that they leave him and his pard alone, but since life isn’t that fair, and he knows for experience that most vampires take what they want, he’s personally remained remarkably cautious about the species as a whole. He doesn’t really mind when someone in his pard has connections to a vampire (though he’ll growl about it if he sees something he doesn’t like), he won’t micromanage the pard that way, all he asks that those with vampire affiliations take their business elsewhere as he won’t put up with a vampire in his house or in his face. He’ll try and be civil with a vampire, he really will, but the bad experiences with the vampires have kept him at odd when it comes to them.

His personal preferences are damned when it comes to his work. It doesn’t matter if he’s dealing with a human, a shifter, vampire or something all else altogether, he likes to keep things as professional as possible even if he’s out of his element. Tegan’s not exactly a work-a-holic - Ok, well he is, but he wouldn’t call himself that – but he does at some times overwork himself and just keep going until he drops or gets told to take a break. His feelings on the other supernatural differ depending on what he’s drawn into. If it’s personal, that’s fine with him, he’ll roll with the punches but if someone or something thought that dragging his Pard into their issues was going to be fun, Tegan would fight tooth and nail to get them out of it. [/LIST][b]Likes:[/b] [LIST] [*] Working out. [*] Playing the guitar. [*] A decent cup of coffee. [*] Keeping busy with work. [*] Working on his car when he’s stressed. [*] Having some fun with friends. [*] Having a drink after work. [*] Closing a case. [*] Movie nights in. [*] Climbing as a cat. [/LIST][b]Dislikes:[/b][LIST] [*] Vampires. [*] Chick flicks. [*] An unsolved case. [*] Inner Pard fighting. [*] When he’s put on the spot. [*] When someone lies to his face. [*] People that make him repeat himself. [*] His twin brother when he’s being an ass. [*] When people eye his car for the 'oh cool' buzz. [*] People that think he's a push over and try to be a leader. [/LIST][b]Strengths:[/b] [LIST] [*] Twin empathy. [*] He actually listens to people. [*] Very protective of the Pard. [*] Standard alpha strengths. [*] Shielding his beast, he barely notices when he shields now. [/LIST][b]Weaknesses:[/b][LIST] [*] Can't resist a vampire’s call or gaze (the latter 400+ years.) [*] Twin empathy can be a pain in his ass. [*] His 1966 Impala SS Sport Coupe! He’s poured a lot of time into his baby. [*] Can have a bit of a hot head at times. [*] Possessive of his mate. [/LIST][b]History:[/b] [LIST]Thirty one years ago in Bucklin, Missouri USA, Tegan J. Frost was brought kicking and screaming into the world seconds before his twin brother did. His father, James was delighted and so was his mother, Dawn Frost. However things didn’t go so well. Within minutes of both boys being brought into the world, Oliver died and was spirited away by one of the nurses on call during the delivery. It was a sad state of affairs, and both parents were devastated, Dawn more so than her husband because little did Mrs Frost know, her other son was alive and in the hands of her husband’s mistress and bit on the side. News of Oliver’s ‘death’ was a dramatic blow to the family and people close to the newly wed Frosts once they returned home with their surviving boy to start their new life.

Life for Tegan was pretty simple and family orientated while he was growing up. Despite the fact that it was his mother that was the role model in his life because his father was almost constantly away due to work and would only be home a few months at any one time. When he was home, however, Tegan always tried to stay clear of his father because the elder Frost believed that a good old fashioned beating would toughen any boy up to be a man. He took his licks when they came to him; which was generally when his mom wasn’t around or when he’d done something really bad that a talking to didn’t seem to cover. Respect was one of the things that James Frost demanded, and while Tee may have respected his old man, in the same breath he couldn’t stand him either.

Throughout school, even though Tegan had his ups and downs for various reasons, he tried to make his parents proud. It wasn’t until he was seventeen that Tegan was given something that took his mind off the typical teenage issues that plagued everyone that age; a girlfriend, school grades and peer pressure. On a trip home, his father gave him the keys to the old car in the garage that he’d never been able to give the attention it needed. It was a wreck, but Tegan saw the potential right away and over the next year and a half he put his heart and soul into fixing the machine up while his friends wandered their own way assuming that he thought that he was better than them. It was around about this time that he really sat down to think about what he was going to do with his life.

He could’ve gone into the army like his father, or he could’ve done countless other things like settle down with a wife like his mom hinted at, however Tegan decided that he would rather go into law enforcement. It was something that he hadn’t decided on a whim, and the evening that he’d decided to tell his parents, his life changed when his mom turned around and told him that his father had passed on. It was shocking, and it numbed Tegan to the point he didn’t speak to anyone – not his mother, his girlfriend or even the guy at the corner store - until the day of the funeral almost a week after he’d gotten the news. It was during the service that things took a dramatic turn once more. Half way through, a punk rocker rolled up like he owned the world. It could’ve been handled easily if it had been anyone else, expect the guy looked exactly like Tegan.

He introduced himself as “Ollie”, James' son.

His dad wasn’t even in the ground twenty minutes before a fight between the boys broke out and they were only separated when Dawn got in between them and forced them to back off. Tee was mortified at what he’d done and Ollie was fuming that Dawn had got between them, but Dawn didn’t leave it at that. She chewed on both her boys before Ollie stormed off in one direction and Tee in the other. Tegan didn’t go home for two days after the funeral and revelation that his twin brother was alive, he was a mess emotionally and pushed everyone away when they tried to get close. He’d lost his father, gained a brother that he’d always been told was dead, his mom had no answers she really wanted to give him and even his girlfriend at the time wanted him as far away from her as possible for the scene at the funeral. He may have been a mess, but he did return home after a few days when he’d had a chance to calm down. The day he came home, he and his mom had a bit of a talk that had been long overdue. His mom told him how things had been strained with her and James’s marriage but she never dreamt that it would affect him. Then when he hesitantly broached the topic about Oliver, all he was given a phone number – somehow she’d managed to snag that before Ollie had left – before she changed the topic. He could see that it still hurt her, so Tegan left his mother to it and went about his own business.

In retrospect, he probably should have told Dawn that he was moving out and applying to the force. She probably would have been fine with it if he had been staying local where they could still keep in touch daily, however when she found out that he was moving to San Francisco, Dawn flipped! She tried everything that she could but nothing seemed to faze Tegan who was only a few months shy of his nineteenth birthday. The move itself was relatively pain free, and as scary as the prospect of beginning his own life away from anything familiar was, Tee pushed on as best that he could. It wasn’t until a three months after his twentieth birthday that he decided, well and truly, that the SFPD was the right occupation for him and applied to join the force. The tests and exams almost made him change his mind half way through the process; his time at the academy however flew by with very little memorable moments, and within half a year he was a fully-fledged cop.

Things didn’t really change for Tegan until mid-June, two thousand and two. On a call out with his partner in the downtown area – Pacific Heights if you want the exact location -, both officers were lead to believe that the disturbance were just bored kids. In fact there was money riding on the fact that they’d find some kids hunkered down in a court yard making weird noises to spook the residents who just happened to be around at the time. What the two officers found was something a little bit more than a couple of kids playing pranks. Caught in an alley way, mid transformation was a leopard shifter that attacked first and asked questions never. Perry died within minutes as the panicked and enraged monster charged them and swatted him into a wall, snapping his neck. Tee managed to get two shots off before the beast transformed fully into the nastiest looking feline he’d ever seen. Rather than attempting to run, Tee did the opposite and attempted to put the beast down. It didn’t work, and the exact details of the mauling were lost under the pain and finally, thankfully, unconsciousness.

Tegan woke up a week later in a secured hospital ward, having healed enough from the attack to be allowed visitors by his doctor. The visitor in question was the deputy chief of Field Operations and ultimately, Tegan’s superior officer. He explained what had happened as well as informing him about Perry’s passing and such. The daze that he’d listened in quickly vanished when the deputy chief brought up possible retirement. When Tegan panicked and asked why, he was told that no one wanted to work with a monster that could turn any moment and attack fellow officers. What was worse, outside of the early retirement, the FOB deputy chief then proceeded to berate him for not killing the leopard creature or helping to save his partner’s life. In the end, it was all too much for Tegan and he sank somewhat blissfully into unconsciousness once more as his doctor hustled the superior officer out of the room. Two weeks later, Tegan discharged himself from hospital against the wishes of his doctor. The first place he went was to work and as distraught as he was, Tegan kicked up enough of a fuss that he managed to wangle a meeting with the Deputy Chief. It may have cost him his position in the Metro division, but that didn’t bother him then. After a long and painful talk that seemed to take hours and perhaps because he could see Tee’s desperation over the idea of being kicked from the force, the DC brought up another option that Tegan could take instead of retirement. A transfer to the UK; more to the point a transfer to a new division that allowed supernaturals to work on the force, known as the Royal Preternatural Investigation Team. Seeing as it was Tegan’s only option outside of losing his job, he accepted and within the week he was on a plane to the UK with the assurance from the Deputy Chief that things would be sorted by the time he’d landed.

Unfortunately, things had been cut a little too close for comfort. With days of finding a new place to live and moving in, Tee’s first shift hit him like a tonne of bricks. When he came around, he found that his flat had been torn apart, but that wasn’t what freaked him out the most. What unnerved him, was the fact that he woke up to find a couple bustling around his apartment like they owned the place. They introduced themselves – after Tegan had demanded to know what the hell they were doing - as the Nimir Raj and Nimir Ra of Jackford and when confronted and told that Tegan had no idea exactly what a Nimir Raj or Ra was, the female shifted into the biggest snow leopard he’d seen in his life outside of a television show. The Raj – he introduced himself as Ross – explained that they’d found him in the woods just a few miles north of where Tegan lived, and rather than confront him there and then, had followed him back to the flat. Personally, Tegan was fine with that and thanked them, however Emma – the Ra – chose that moment to pipe in after she’d shifted back, and demand to know when Tegan would’ve sought them out as Rogues weren’t welcome in Jackford and if he didn’t join the Pard, then they would have no choice but to force him out of the city or kill him. Put on the spot with all of this news and knowing deep down that he was severely out matched in every way, Tegan did the sanest thing he could, and asked if he could join the Pard figuring that it was the lesser of two evils and that there wasn't much else that could really happen to him.

Being part of the Pard didn’t affect his job that much and he tended to stay away from the brewing troubles between the clan’s alphas. It wasn’t until the summer of two thousand and four however, that things changed drastically for them all. Ross and Emma had made a bargain with one of the local vampires that could call leopards. In exchange for the resources that the master vampire could give them, the Nimir Raj and Ra handed over their Clan to be used as however “Andrei” felt fit. This sparked an inter clan war between the alphas, and while they were fighting, the vampire turned his attention to the weaker werecats in the clan, and over the space of a few months, Tegan was being used as a walking, talking, blood bag just like many of the other Pard were as the little “rebellion” was crushed.

New arrivals came and old clan members left almost constantly, it seemed. However, one spunky new member to the clan caught Tegan’s attention. Sera was an omega like himself, and it didn’t take her attitude long to provoke an alpha that had a habit of picking on the weaker cats to make him feel bigger. Rather than see her punished for something unbelievably stupid like he had done over the year that she’d been in the group, Tegan got between them which surprised him and everyone else involved since he’d never gotten involved in any trouble or issues within the Pard, choosing to keep a distance from most things unless he was dragged into it. The stronger lycanthrope made his displeasure known and kicked the proverbial spots off Tegan’s hide before finally going on his own way, but not before leaving Tegan with some scars that he couldn’t get rid of afterwards. It was the beating that made something in Tegan click into place, and rather than stand back and let things carry on they were, he took action.

Rather than continue to view things from the side, Tegan pushed himself on and trained harder just like Sera did. He worked his way through the power structure when things between the Pard leaders and the vampires fell apart, and when he finally reached alpha status after eight years of nonsense, Tegan challenged Ross for leadership. Ross indulged him, figuring that it would be easy to break Tegan’s new found backbone and that ego was his downfall. Tegan ended up tearing out Ross’s throat during their fight, and despite the wounds that he’d suffered, when the Ra came upon them, he turned on her too. Yet, when he had her where he wanted her, where he could end her, Tegan backed off and told her that if he ever saw her face again or caught her scent in Jackford that he would do the same to her as he had her mate. Emma was wise enough to see where she was beaten and bolted into the woods, and that was the last that Tegan – or anyone else from the Pard - ever saw of the Queen.

That was almost three years ago, when he took the throne of the Life Forger Pard, and Tegan’s continued to maintain the position and bring the Pard back together as it should be without being some kind of a tyrant, as well as maintain his job. He’s even managed to win the heart of his mate and that suits him. [/LIST][/SIZE]

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BTS Fanfics Recommendation (hybrids au)

I don’t know why it’s so hard to find hybrids fics out there when we clearly have plenty of them made by spectacular authors, so I decided to make this and I hope you enjoy them just as much as I do! Also, if you have any other recommendation feel free to send me a ask/message!

I’ll be posting another fic rec anytime soon, I’m working on it already and it’s HUGE. I’m clearly not including hybrids au there.

♡ = super personal favorite

Completed.

Sanctuary by @btsreactsarchive (hybrid!bts) ♡

Just imagine living with seven hybrids.

Inheritance by @seokkbuns (catboy!yoongi)

"After your grandmother passed she left everything to you. Her house, her fortune, and apparently… her cat? The grumpy male hybrid you encounter at her house is anything but the tame housecat you’d expected to find. Fulfilling your grandmother’s last request to look after him becomes a lot harder when he seems to be avoiding you, and your dissatisfied relatives start stirring up trouble."

Kitten’s Little Flame by @magicalsalamander (dragon!yoongi) ♡

"He’s the calming cool you seek in the Summer, but a comforting warmth in the Winter."

One Good Purr (deserves another) by @jinpire (fox!taehyung) ♡

"Maybe it wasn’t the best idea to visit Taehyung just before your heat. (Or to ask if his best friend was available.)"

part II part III and part IV

Oneshot/mini series.

Princess, or a Queen? by @kitten-dont (bunny!jungkook) ♡

“He was your bunny, the one who you loved to sub for, but what happens when you want a change? When you come home to find a surprise laying in your bed, there’s no way that you’ll give up on making your fantasies come true.”

Silly Kitty by @seokkbuns (catboy!seokjin) ♡

"When your friend Jungkook asks you for a favour you aren’t quite expecting it to end with you taking home the handsome cat hybrid he found in an alley."

Happy Kitty by @seokkbuns (catboy!seokjin) (silly kitty afterstory) ♡

"After trying to confess your feelings for two weeks after Seokjin’s birthday, you finally trap him under some mistletoe."

Under The Bridge by @seokkbuns (bunny!jungkook)

"Your life takes a turn for the better one night when you find a bun under the bridge."

Timid by @seokkbuns (bunny!jimin) ♡

"Jimin was by far the cutest person you’d ever seen, but he always seemed to avoid you, dodging activities and events that included you. That changes when his home is compromised and he finds himself staying with you while it’s being repaired."

shorts: sweets & uno annnnd there’s going to be a sequel, I need my life back

Bobsy-die by @seokkbuns (wolf!seokijin) ♡

"Fed up after a week of being ignored by your friend and crush, you march on over there to rip him a new one with hell on your heels and find yourself in a situation with more than you bargained for."

Made Just for You by @jungoongi (hybrid!seokjin) ♡

"You are fairly new to the world of being a genetics researcher, and you’ve only held this position for six months before your boss entrusts a serious case upon you. Jin is a lab-made hybrid, and they made him wrong. Is it possible though, that even with his wrongly coded DNA, that he was made just for you?"

(pretty please give this baby lots of love, she's adorable)

Infatuation by @balmaineoark (dogboy!taehyung)

Missing you by @milkguks (catboy!yoongi)

Oh pretty kitty, this bath wasn’t meant for two by @milkguks (catboy!yoongi)

"Min Yoongi did not like bath time. Not even a little bit. Not even at all."

Take it Like a Puppy by @icyhobi (dogboy!hoseok) ♡

"You and Hoseok have been best friends since you were young. Your friendship with him, was struck as odd since you were a cat hybrid, while he was a dog hybrid. But that didn’t matter, that is until you both start attending university. What happens when one of you unexpectedly goes into heat?"

I don’t like baths but I’ll get in if you will by @choking-on-tae (catboy!taehyung) Cheeky Bunny by @yoongihime (bunny!jungkook) ♡

"You’re a predator and he’s the prey, so what happens when the tables finally turn for our dearest bunny?"

(I always come back to read this one again!)

Soft by @yoongihime (catboy!yoongi)

The Foxs Little Kitten by @ausblack (fox!taehyung) "No one knew how you and Taehyung met, but they knew how attached you two were. Even if you were completely different, everything worked just right. He was your strong fox and you were his little kitten. Nothing could change that; until Taehyung found out that someone was trying to take away his little kitten from him." And here's part 2.

Wolf in The Woods by @btsreactsarchive (wolf!namjoon) "You had always loved the woods. When you were little it was your playground, your imaginary territory. As you grew older, it became your refuge from the rest of the world. Most importantly it was the place where your home was nestled and where you met the wolf."

Tournée Du Chat Noir by @kittae (catboy!yoongi)

"You're only trying to take care of your feline boyfriend, but when you deny him his milk, you're about to find out just how much he owns you, too."

Favourites and Servants by @kittae (catboy!taehyung) "You suspect your dearest feline boyfriend of secretly stealing a taste of your freshly baked cake with whipped cream coating, and he'll do anything to prevent you from finding out."

Heavy Petting by @kittae (catboy!jimin)

"Your boyfriend is not just a cat hybrid, he's also very needy! When you come home from work and you expect him to be all over you, you're fairly disappointed to find he prefers a nap over some well-deserved quality time. You'll make sure to pay him back for that."

There's more coming for the rest of the boys and a drabble for Jimin!

Salty and Sweet by @jinpire (shifter!seokjin)

"You opened the coupon and read the label, surprised that the small grocery store could afford to have coupons in the newspaper, when you spotted the chain convenience store logo in the upper right corner."

Sunflower Power by @jinpire (shifter!seokjin) (sequel to salty and sweet)

“I’m not stalking anyone,“ he hissed, shoving the boxes back on the shelf and striding quickly to the mixed nut section. He had more coupons he was eager to use. "I’m a customer.”

Lush Brush by @jinpire (shifter!yoongi x professional cuddler au)

"Your newest customer is a surly cat shifter battling insomnia."

Cat Nap (and a hint of cat nip) by @jinpire (sequel to lush brush)

"Yoongi wants to give the bed a try this time."

Buttered Bear claws by @jinpire (shifter!namjoon) (drabble)

"You really hadn’t done anything to the bear claw, but you get why he might be suspicious. If someone offered you a free pastry with a shit-eating grin, you’d cram it back in their face."

Early Birds by @jinpire (shifter!namjoon) (drabble)

"You bring some much needed fuel to your early bird, Professor Kim."

Tell Me Your Secrets (I'm all ears) by @jinpire (shifter!jungkook) ♡

"You’re not afraid of Jeon Jeongguk. Even if he’s probably some kind of bear or giant cat shifter, and just a hint of his irritation had your instincts vibrating beneath your skin like a live wire. Your thumb brushed over the plastic dome of mini-Levi’s head, taking comfort in the cartoon scowl and dead eyes, the tiny grey sticks of his 3DM gear. Small could be pretty fucking powerful too."

associated works: nooks and naps; foxie moxie (don’t pull my tail); look before you leap; fluffles and kerfuffles

Morning Cuddles by @arrianna21 (catboy!yoongi x dogboy!taehyung x reader) ♡

"When you have to study, but have needy hybrids who just want to chill in bed all day with you."

From Sour to Sweet by @arrianna21 (catboy!yoongi) (yoongi's backstory) ♡

"When you find a new friend in the strangest way."

Growing Pains by @arrianna21 (catboy!yoongi x dogboy!taehyung x reader) (taehyung’s Backstory) ♡

"How do a cat and dog hybrid get along? Very carefully."

Of Nicknames and Kisses by @arrianna21 (catboy!yoongi x dogboy!taehyung x reader) ♡

"Your hybrids are attracted to you, but will you accept them?"

Swimming with the Pheromones by @arrianna21 (catboy!yoongi x dogboy!taehyung x reader) ♡

"Your hybrids smell something odd and things get a little heated to say the least."

Agree to Disagree I by @arrianna21 (catboy!yoongi x dogboy!taehyung x reader) ♡

"One does not simply get a cat and dog to play nice."

Agree to Disagree II by @arrianna21 (catboy!yoongi x dogboy!taehyung x reader) ♡

"When your two hybrids decide to play with their dessert"

Yep, hearts for them all ♡

Bloody Heaven by @arrianna21 (bunny!hoseok x dogboy!jimin x reader) ♡

“Mother Nature could be a real pain in the ass. Good thing your two hybrids are there to take care of you”

Don't Fox With My Heart Sweet Tart by @jinpire (fox!taehyung)

"You’re neck deep in festival toys and a pet fish named Gerard before you realize that it’s Valentine’s day and this is a date."

Lovely Spots (lords a-leaping) by @jinpire (shifter!hoseok) "One of the stage hands had been a little too careless with the costumes when preparing the backstage dressing rooms for opening weekend, which is why you’re here, half an hour before the opening act hastily trying to sew up the lapels on Romeo’s coat. "

A Herd Of Strange, Dear Creatures by @jinpire (deer!hoseok) "You’re staring at his face, at the flashes of dainty earrings dancing along the shells of his ears, when you realize. Springing from within his thick, curly brown hair are antlers. Of the same kind that you often spotted on wild deer back home, when you helped Seokjin hunt down meat for the winter. Tall, twining bone the color of eggshells and stone sprout from the top of his head, carrying tangles of thread tipped with beads and herbs amongst their bows and branches."

Wolf Boy and Snoopy Girl by @ausblack (wolf!namjoon) ♡

“I mean, he’s the alpha. He knows what he’s doing.”

Rescue by @ausblack (wolf!namjoon)

“Where you really going against the laws just to save two hybrids that you’ve never seen before?”

My Beautiful Kitty by @ausblack (hybrid reader x jimin)

“Whenever you felt insecure, he knew that you needed to be reminded how much you were loved.”

Protect by @ausblack (black panther!jimin) ♡

“Unfortunately, Hoseok couldn’t stop an hybrid’s heat.”

The Fox’s Little Kitten by @ausblack (fox!taehyung)

“No one knew how you and Taehyung met, but they knew how attached you two where. Even if you were completely different, everything worked just right. He was your strong fox and you were his little kitten. Nothing could change that; until Taehyung found out that someone was trying to take away his little kitten from him.”

Final (?)

(check her masterlist for more, they are on my to-read-list but I bet they're just as good!)

Ivory Paws by @yminie (catboy!yoongi) ♡

“ Winter time brings Christmas, and the snow outside brought you a stray cat. But your little companion is far more unique than meets the eye, and in a time of need, he becomes the biggest surprise and best holiday gift of them all. “

Ongoing.

Cat Got Your Tongue by @wonhopes (catboy!taehyung) ♡ "When your boyfriend cheats on you you’re left heartbroken and lost all hope in relationships. Santa says you’ll find love soon, but what do you do when you’re beloved cat turns into a beautiful grown man?"

Patience by @btsreactsarchive (silver tiger!taehyung) ♡

"Y/N works for the Hybrid Protective Services. She saves a hybrid during an undercover operation and becomes his foster home."

Awoo~ by @rum-n-hope (hoseok x hybrid reader) ♡

there's a drabble for this masterpiece: You Smell Weird

Don't care if it hurts by @hollyhomburg (dogboy!jimin) ♡ "After a rival gang makes an attempt on your life, your older brother, the infamous leader of Seoul’s largest gang; Kim Namjoon gets you a guard hybrid; Park Jimin, The reigning champion of Seoul’s underground hybrid fighting ring."

(please check her masterlist and read BTS Hybrid House, thank you very much)

Little Bear by @b-angst-tan (sugar glider!jimin) ♡

"You’ve always wanted a hybrid. Not truly being able to afford one makes it seem impossible that you’d have one anytime soon. Until the opportunity presents itself as if by miracle."

Sweet Tears by @kitten-dont (catboy!jungkook) ♡

"Who could have known that taking home a hybrid would change one’s whole life? How could y/n have guessed he would affect her so much? All she wants to do is help, but she doesn’t even know if he’ll let her."

Preferences by @kitten-dont (taehyung!jimin x reader)

"Preferences compliment choices. You prefer this over that, her over him, similarities over oppositions- you choose what you like most and go with it. When something is more significant than the other, you go for it- that’s just how humans are. But what about when your choice is between two things of equal importance? What then?"

(This one is actually on my to-read-list but Kitten wrote so I'm recommending it already cause we know it's good)

Aurelius by @magicalsalamander (werewolf!namjonn) (Kitten’s Little Flame universe)

"When the daughter of the secretary of the Minister for Wolf and Canine relations is the last living member of her clan, she must find a way to avenge her family. She must find a way to put an end to the hunters who’s sole purpose is to cleanse the world of werewolves. The golden one hasn’t forgotten. Will she be able to get the revenge she needs?"

The Firefly that Guards the Fox by @magicalsalamander (fox!taehyung) (Kitten’s Little Flame universe) "His mother and father weren’t supposed to fall in love. They weren’t supposed to find a mate in one another. They weren’t supposed to. After losing his father years ago, Taehyung vows to find and avenge the injustice his family has gone through. You were childhood friends with Taehyung. The four of you Taehyung, Hoseok, your older brother and you were inseparable. You were torn apart from Taehyung, your fox who’ve you’ve always vowed to protect and be with, without a warning. He called you Firefly, you called him Tae-Tae the fox. Was your fate supposed to end there in the past with your childhood?"

The Rabbit on the Moon by @magicalsalamander (bunny!jungkook) (Kitten’s Little Flame universe) "The moon was your sun. You’ve grown up working under the moonlight as long as you could remember. You served a man, who controlled the monsters that roamed the city at day and night, or rather the devil himself. When the others around you slowly start disappearing, you start wondering if it’ll soon be your turn. A hand reaches out to you, the hand of a gentle rabbit disguised as a wolf, offering a way out. Will you be able to escape the clutches of the devil in time?"

Out of the Blue by @imaginethisbts (dogboy!jungkook) ♡

“Jungkook has only ever thought of his breeding clients as just that - clients, and he’s always quite indifferent to them since he only ever knows them for a short period of time. But then you come along, and he starts experiencing feelings that aren’t being manipulated by your heat. Real feelings, that he has never harbored before with anyone else.”

Warmer Than Fur by luminaraed (shifter!jungkook) (Quotev) ♡

“"You are on the way home one rainy night until you stumble upon a poor creature half-drowned in tar. You take care of it, and upon discovering that it has only three legs, you decide to take care of this adorable little bunny. Except... it's not really a rabbit, but a little hybrid named Jeon Jungkook."

I’ve been blessed??????? this one is so precious!

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Diary of a Bodyguard: Client Safety and ‘Care’

Fandom: BTS (K-pop)

Characters: Park Jimin, Reader/Insert

Warnings: smut, sub!Jimin, fem!dom

Rating: NSFW

Word count: 9k +

Summary: Being a bodyguard, and a female one at that, was never going to be the easiest career path of choice. But when hired to ensure the protection and security of a touring k-pop boy band, it all seems worth it for one peculiar and unforgettable encounter.

A/N: It’s my BTS debut! Despite initial mixed feelings about this one-shot, I’ve overcome my personal conflict and decided to share this. Tbh I’m not 100% satisfied with the final draft; too many reasons to list, but there ARE elements I’m proud of. If I’ve learned anything from this drawn out process, it would be to STORYBOARD! I’ve since discovered the talented jeonjagiya and her ‘tips’ for aspiring writers - check her out! I really hope you guys enjoy this <3

Disclaimer: This work of fiction is written for entertainment purposes and is not a report of true events or an attempt to libel the persons represented.

The air is cool tonight; a precursor for autumns coming. It's enough to warrant a light blanket about your shoulders but decidedly, the windows remain open, preferring the fresh air. The evening has unfolded without expectations nor objective, free to indulge in relaxation and calm. By your design, these moments are fleeting however appreciated. You can't tolerate idleness, thriving on purpose and commitment. Beep. The personalise tone of your smart phone draws you from contemplation. Unlocking the device, an alert identifies an email occupying your inbox. It's work, and more importantly, it's marked 'urgent'. Arousing your intrigue, you proceed to read the emails content without further delay and soon discover that you've been nominated for an assignment. As you continue to peruse, you note information of particular importance; a select few from the agency, yourself included, would be an addition to the security detail touring across the country. If accepted, you'd be contracted for a month which was an unusually long period in comparison to other assignments. The email concludes with an expression of your presence being required immediately.

Well that doesn't leave much time, does it. With a simple phone call, you confirm your acceptance and receive flight information. The prospect of steady work was exactly what you needed. Discarding the phone on the bed, you rummage through your wardrobe and withdraw a suitcase from the confinements, and proceed to organise the essentials for a month away from home while wondering what the future might entail. Being a professional bodyguard provided the occasional thrilling story to share at gatherings.

This assignment would be no different than any other job, clientele typically being public figures, rich and powerful or both; businessmen, politicians and celebrities alike. During routine introductions, you could pinpoint the exact moment of scepticism which was both expected and ignored. This was a male dominated profession after all, and being anything but was distinguished as being everything but capable. You might possess the stature and exceed the standard requirements of the profession, but it wasn't enough to convince some otherwise. Yet, however tempted, you made no deliberate act to showcase physical prowess or allow ego to influence your actions. You completed each job, ensured the safety of your clients, and that ultimately mattered above all else, even if they didn't express gratitude for your service.

Most jobs were uneventful but occasionally, physical but minor intervention was required to deter an unwanted admirer or, and most commonly, the media. Displays of force were rare and the stereotypical 'brawn over brains' ideology is ill favoured. This isn't a Hollywood feature. A bodyguard is expected to have confidence, common-sense and good communication skills with their client and those involved in maintaining security. It's a common misconception that defensive training was the one and only prerequisite for this career path, and you've lost count how many times the awe exhibited by those who inquired and discovered otherwise.

It was still early days, having been in the profession a couple of years and thereby considered a novice. Eventually, given enough experience and a superior list of credentials, you would go private and work as a personal contractor, but until then you had enlisted at an agency and bodyguards were hired on a 'need be' basis. Contracts were generally short, anywhere from a couple of hours to a full day and sometimes a week at most, but generally no longer. But occasionally there was the odd contract that was for an extended period of time, and one such assignment had been appointment to you.

That's about it, looking over the packed case one last time. It'd be an early start tomorrow, and with that in mind, you ready for bed. The final, fleeting thoughts before sleep consumes consciousness, is that there was nothing else to worry about. Living alone did come with its perks; you could come and go as you pleased.

The venue is vast and situated in the heart of the metropolis, commanding attention of the area. Peering through the window of the taxi, your eyes travel up the advancing brim of the stadium, marvelling at the architectural feat. Must be drawing quite the crowd tonight. Your warm breath, traced with two necessary coffees, mists the glass, obstructing your view. You fall back into the seat, attention diverting to snippets of radio conversation. The event is drawing media coverage.

The bulking figure of the second agency representative sits beside you. Blake. Of all people, you're thankful he was chosen. He's fifty-something, family orientated and had been in the profession for over twenty years now. Ex-military and that's all he'd ever mention. He had been the most welcoming and non-judgemental. He never underestimated your abilities, allowing you to make mistakes and acknowledge and learn from them. He reminded you of that Australian actor; the one who played the grisly superhero. Only Blake wasn't grisly, not in the least, but he utilised his appearance to his advantage. People think twice about fucking with a guy who looked like him, but he was the biggest softy. Though bilingual, his linguistic skill couldn't offer assistance for this assignment, but he offered experience gained from working with a variety of clients. This assignment was nothing he hadn't done before.

Besides the carer choice you shared with Blake, there was one other thing for certain that you had in common: a thrill and desire for power and control; to be of service to someone in this capacity is an awesome feeling. Not long after entering this line of work did you realise that it reflected your personal life. Others at the agency had learned early on that you weren't a 'piece of ass' who thought she'd try dress-up for fun. It took one incident and one idiot for everyone to realise you intended on maintaining a tight separation between you personal life and work life, and that no one was going to succeed wooing you with such alpha tactics. It was laughable. Imagine their surprise should they know your preferences delved into different territories.

The taxi eases to a stop and you abandoned the thought. As Blake settles the costs, fully redeemable by the agency, you exit the vehicle. The contrast of the artificially heated air and fresh breeze is felt immediately. It was colder here, the city experiencing full blown autumn, and unconsciously you tug the collar of your jacket up to shield your neck. As you're inspecting the area, you feel Blake presence at your side.

“The cavalry has arrived,” he boasts enthusiastically.

You roll your eyes in response. “Oh yes. Very fearsome.”

“When you've seen what I have, two people can make a hell of a difference.” His reflective response was a testament to his wealth of knowledge and experience, and served to highlight your naivety, but you respected him nonetheless. “Come on. Let's get inside before my nipples erect.” And then he said something like that.

Flanked at his side, you match his pace with steel resolve and the cold forgotten.

On entry, you're welcomed by the facility manager and introduced to the tour manager and the head of security whom would coordinate alongside Blake and yourself. Blake, being a natural born leader and surpassing you in experience, was the agencies chosen representative and primary liaison between the facility staff and those who have hired the agencies service. It had taken time and understanding of this business to accept that you wouldn’t command respect without first earning it, and made all the more difficult to do so because of your sex. During your transition into the workplace, Blake had offered advise on the matter.

“Don’t let anyone, especially your client, see when shit gets to you,” he’d said. “That's a disadvantage you can't afford.”

Like much of Blake’s advice, you had adopted it if it meant bettering your service. With that in mind, you’re attentive, listening keenly and never straying to distraction.

An identification lanyard now hangs about your neck in addition to the uniform. The dress code was optional within reason but personal preference was dictated by the nature of the job. Foreseeing the long hours, you decided comfortability is a sensible choice. You're dressed in the standard company shirt, tucked into fitted cargo pants and finished with a belt and boots - cushioned insoles included. You favoured a tight pony tail and light makeup to refine a natural appearance. Blake and yourself are equipped with a two-way radio receiver; no dark shades, no suit. It's about practicality and sensibility.

Introductions conclude and swiftly eventuate to the next task of importance: a tour of the stadium lead under the guidance of the event security coordinator. It allows for the opportunity to familiarise yourselves with the environment and learn the layout of the venue, noting key areas such as the main entry and exit points, stairwells and bathrooms, and public and private access. Some areas are a maze of passages that you aim to commit to memory.

Local law enforcement will police the parameter of venue and surrounding areas to appropriately navigate traffic, while facility security will monitor the entrance booths and patrol the corridors and seating area. Private security, being Blake, yourself and the Korean security detail, would operate backstage for that was where the clientele would be situated. For this venue alone there were two scheduled concerts over two nights. Proceeding, there would be an additional recoup day before setting off for the next city and there the routine would repeat again.

While knowing the environment was just one aspect of the job, knowing your client was another. Would they listen and respect your judgement? Were they prone to risk taking or attention seeking behaviours? If so, they were more likely to draw attention, often adverse attention and that's when security was a necessity. Certain clientele were more notorious for such behaviour. You didn't believe in first impressions, hell, you were all too familiar with the misconception, but meeting your client for the first time gave you a sense for what you might expect of them. Intuition was a skill that would be refined in time.

The train of thought keeps you occupied during lunch. It was one of the few but appreciated perks at large events such as this – free food. While the time allowed, you check your phone and send replies to inquisitive friends and concerned family. Before you become too comfortable, the radio crackles and Blake's distorted voice sounds from your hip.

“Up and at it. We've got incoming.”

Taking the receiver in hand, you mumble, “They're early.” Taking another bite of your sandwich.

“And you're still sitting on your ass.” You pout at the device. His intuition was kinda scary.“You're still on your ass. East entrance. Now.”

You resist a mock salute, instead stuffing the remnants of the sandwich into your mouth and brushing the crumbs on your pants. Without further hesitation, you're marching to the destination.

Outside, security gathers and awaits the expected arrival. This entry was strategically separate from civilian access and allowed for the discrete arrival and exit of high profile visitors. A reinforced, automated but staffed security gate was the first check point that filtered entry. Cement barriers shield either side of the road to minimise civilian contact but as Blake points out, the secret entry isn’t so secret. Amused, you observe the small gathering of fans lining the erected barriers - a thriving hive of excitement. Fangirls and fanboys. They never failed to know when and where to be. Their dedication and sources commendable.

The buzz intensifies and you adjust your gaze to the road and observe a sleek, black limo inbound. Passing through the first security check, the limo gains entry and passes through a second check, navigating the road to the venue entrance. Faces indent the fence, peering to claim an advantaged view of the limo. The vehicle parks and the Korean security detail stiffen in attention. One of the doors open and as if on cue, the distant but unison scream announces your client's arrival, and there were few reasons for this particular type of hysteria and loyalty.

A boy-band.

One by one, the idols emerge from the vehicle and silently you count, brows raising a fraction when the number continues to exceed your expectations. When all the members are gathered, you've counted seven in total. Seven surprisingly attractive young men. They could be no more than a few years younger than yourself. They assess their surroundings and you watch as a mixture of curiosity and reservation play upon their delicate features. They're ushered along and the crowd ensures to showcase their undeterred enthusiasm, and like a protective shield, Blake, yourself and the other members of security escort the musicians inside.

Settled inside, the idols are addressed by the tour manager. The conversation is lost on you but the interpreter kindly shares information of importance. Before long, the interpreter steps forward and joins the conversation, gesturing to Blake and yourself. There is a moment of awe and some exclamation which is quickly attributed to the attention directed at your person, and it didn't take a genius to summaries the cause. Their reaction and naivety is too comical to even feel a mild sense of irritation toward the group of guppy-faced musicians. But without fault, you maintain the practiced poker-face, staring long and hard at them.

“Oh! She's so serious.”

“And looks so strong! Do you think she could lift me?”

“With those chicken legs, anyone could lift you.”

“Naw! You're so mean!”

They break into laughter, two shoving each other playfully. You restrain a smile, finding their exuberance contagious though ignorant of what was said. Their manager hushes them and the group simmers to a contained titter, and the discussion continues further interruption. You offer Blake a sidelong glance who smiles with understanding. Remain impassive to provocation, he had once said. This was unlike typical circumstance, but it was important for clients to understand the seriousness of your role and that you weren't easily influence by emotion and a damaged ego.

Time allows you to study each idol, one by one. The email had proved minimal detail on each member, but as personally expected, you had memorised all seven, and was able to select a member at random and assign name to face, even if you weren't confident about pronunciation. They exuded boyish charm and energised charisma, and combined with their youthful attraction was the perfect components for successful entertainers. But what of their talent? You imagine they sung and perhaps danced, but there needed a special ingredient to the mix. Inevitably, you would see in time and as if on cue, the interpreter mentions that they would proceed for practise.

Construction of the stage is near completed with minor adjustments being carried out by stage technicians. A large LED screen extends the stage anterior, flickering with random colour as staff ensure the interconnectivity of every panel. Metal beams raise above and across the foreground, outfitted with spot lights to capture the performance. The stage itself features a large rectangular platform from which a thin path extends from its center, pathing far across the green lawn and to end at a smaller platform. A fence, somewhat flimsy in appearance, surrounds the parameter of the stage and its extension; a meter in width would separate the compacted bodies from the stage and allow security to patrol the barrier, and camera-techs to capture the performance.

With a wardrobe change, the idols are ready for practise, guided by their stage choreographer who motions at different areas of the stage. Blake and yourself roam about the foreground, familiarising yourselves with the area you would spend a better part of the two days. Minimising interference with the group, you follow Blake as he inspects the fenced barrier, pointing out access onto the field, voicing comments aloud, more-so to himself, but you listen. He was thorough, nothing not worth his attention.

“What do you see?”

You regard him briefly, not surprised by the question, then you survey the environment, formulating a response.

“Low risk gig in my opinion. It’s a large venue but considering the demographic, attention will be focused on the performance. Stage-crashers are always a possibility but a minimal one at that.” Blake nods in agreement and you feel like you’ve successfully passed an informal test. “What’s the estimation of sales?”

“Surprisingly, ninety-thousand for the two nights.”

Those were good numbers. They were more popular than you'd given them credit, having not heard of the pop group before this assignment.

Blake spies your contemplative expression and asks, “What of them?”

Sparing a glance at the idols, you summaries your impression of the seven members since introductions and casual observation.

“Babysitting.”

Blake laughs, the arena enhancing his booming voice, briefly drawing attention to yourselves. Perhaps it was harsh and perhaps you were right, but it honest. You predicted that the dressing room wouldn't be trashed nor would you and others have to monitor inebriated persons. They were well mannered but no less enthusiastic and potentially prone to some mischief.

“I can see why you think that.” He grins. “They might surprise you.”

You snort, “I doubt that.”

He chuckles in response, entertained, and with laughter still rumbling in his chest, he retraces the path of the stage, skirting the main platform until you’re both backstage. He then mentions something about having to see to matter and instructs you to remain, throwing “Keep watch, Nanny” as he leaves.

Asshole, you think fondly.

True to his word, your attention trails the idols while monitoring the immediate area. They venture about the platform and extension, getting a sense for the area on which they'll perform. It's not exactly a riveting spectacle but remember that you're not being paid to be entertained. As they make their way back to the main platform, the stage choreographer barks a command which is answered with blaring stereo. The slow introduction of music piques your interest, casually observing as each member claims a position of the stage as the music gathers momentum. Then the beat drops and idols break into dance.

The hip-hop composition is fast-paced and memorised flawlessly, and the longer you watch, you note subtle variations in each members expression of style. They're good, you admit, really good. Impressed by the skill and choreography. As they disperse across the stage, you wander out from the sidelines to spectate. It just needed a sell-out audience to complete the picture. The music begins to ease only to transition into another song and more choreography. You were no dancer, but it rivalled everything you’d seen. The stage choreographer monitors the performance critically but seemingly satisfied.

This continues for a another four songs until the music lulls to a stop. They relax, dropping the staged composure to break into conversation, laughing heartily. The performance has certainty alleviated your bored disposition. As you observe the scene, flitting from one idol to another, you're caught by surprise to match gazes with one member. It's purely accidental, you're sure of that, but he doesn't shy away, holding the connection long enough for you to question his attention. However, the brief moment is severed when he's addresses by another idol.

You think nothing of it.

Rehearsal recommences and you continue to watch, loitering at the sidelines, but ignorant of a habit you quickly develop. You’d never considered yourself prone to distraction, but unconsciously, your gaze frequently strays to one particular member. It’s when you catch yourself, suddenly aware your gaze lingered unusually long and potentially risked being exposed for unwarranted attentions, is the habit realised. You're perplexed for the reason alludes you.

This new found distraction goes by the name: Park Jimin.

Though the encounter had been uneventful and meaningless, since chancing a brief but mutual connection between yourself and silver haired idol, you can't expel a growing curiosity toward him. The exchange was enough to capture your interest, so you indulge in the curiosity with hopes it might explain your gravitating gaze. Before, your attentions were without cause but now with new-found focus. You study the way he moves and intensity of expression as he dances. Perhaps you contemplated unnecessarily and studied too long, fostering a growing attraction, yet your mind wanders to dark places as your eyes unconsciously track his movement.

Get a hold of yourself, you chastise. It wouldn't do you any favours to indulge in such thoughts, especially while on the job and about a current client. Banishing the images, focus returns to the stage where rehearsal has since concluded and you're unexpectedly caught by the mutual attentions of said person. You’re ensnared by his gaze, provoking alarm at the blatant regard and find yourself shying away with an irrational fear that your thoughts are projected for him to know. With mustered composure, you casually cast your eyes around to portray casual but purposeful intention in being there, and hoping to ward off inadvertent attentions. When you gauge enough time has passed, but against better judgement, you chance a glance toward the group with intent to single out Jimin only to be caught off guard. He's expectant, a sly smirk playful upon his lips and you wretch away as if burned, heat colouring your face. Shit, silently cursing the indiscreet conduct.

Hushed conversation and smothered giggles prickle your ears and too often do you suspect eyes to palpate your ridged form. They are, thankfully, more discreet than your previous behaviour. You look anywhere but at the group and try to maintain a low profile, remaining out of sight and beyond the reach of prying eyes, allowing the wordless interaction to dissolve – hoping it will.

Blake returns with five minutes to spare before practise concludes. He doesn't comment on your changed demeanour. If it didn't compromise the assignment, he wouldn't ask questions, but his silence is provoking, if not more so than verbal inquiry. Internally, you're frazzled at having been so careless and so easily provoked. It was unlike you and that is what concerned you most. You had allow personal indulgence to interfere with work. It was a set-back but you'd mask the damage while repairing your professional persona.

As the sweat soaked idols are escorted to their dressing room, your attention stares pointedly ahead, resolute and refusing to give consequence of those whose gaze might drift your way in want of something. When the dressing door closes, concealing them behind its confinements, you sigh with relief, stoicism dropping. Blake observes the immediate change and while ignorant of what transpired in his absence to necessitate the hardened demeanour, he offers comfort in one of few ways he knows you'll accept.

“Coffee?”

You needn't consider his offer long before nodding in agreement.

Sinking into the couch that you'd befriend earlier, steam rises from the styrofoam cup of cheap coffee cradled between your hands. The couch shifts, Blake following your motive. Only silence exists between you. That was another quality you admired about Blake, he re-framed from making unnecessary small talk. The silence is comfortable and welcomed, and you absorb the quiet atmosphere and allow it to clear your mind, reclaiming peace within yourself.

Sometime later you're being nudged awake by Blake, having apparently dozed off. The slightest movement jars the crick in your neck and you grimace at the pain, grumbling complaints.

“Come on, off your ass.” And he offers his hand. You resist shooting him an irritated look, instead taking his hand and allowing his strength to haul you up.

With a series of stretches and carefully testing the movement of your neck, you're satisfied with manoeuvrability and give Blake a thumbs up.

The seven manned group has since been escorted backstage. The collective chanting of thousands of fans is all anyone can hear. Watching the idols as they're equipped with ear-pieces and microphones, you observe a mixture of churning nervousness and adrenaline fuelled excitement. There must be something about performing before thousands of people, you contemplate, that no matter how many times, you'd never get used to it. The group comes together and embrace each other, and you find that it's not just yourself that witnesses the scene fondly, silently wishing them the best.

The lights dim, the crowds hysteria explodes and the idols claim the stage under the darkened disguise. The darkness doesn't subdued the crowd only encouraging their echoing need. The music commences and the stage is illuminated with brilliant light, revealing seven stationary pop-idols commanding the undivided attentions of everyone within the vicinity.

Then it starts.

It was what you'd seen at practise and so much more. Was it their stage presence? The sharply styled clothing? Or maybe they were just really fucking talented? Whatever the mysterious equation, you see for the first time the sum of all those components: a successful boy-band.

Blake was right, you realise. You were if not more than surprised.

Throughout the concert, the idols dash backstage for impressively quick wardrobe changes, and on the first occasion you automatically turn away. Blake's amused by the considerate if not innocent gesture, his laughter barely audible over the combination of cheering and music. You resist shoving him but he can discern your desire to do so and it only provokes him to laugh harder. On the second occasion, you stubbornly refuse to turn your back, instead choosing to avert your eyes. Blake appears if not more entertained with this development, a shit-eating grin plastered across his face. It proves challenging to purposefully ignore him while maintaining the privacy of the changing idols. Yet, try as you do, their frantic movement occupies your peripheral vision, and it takes just one slip.

Your gaze strays, like it had before, and the timing couldn't be worse. At least half the group is naked from the waist up, their sculpted torsos bear to the chilled night and wandering eyes. It wasn't on purpose, you swear, blaming a higher power for the unfortunate timing, but the damage is already done. Jimin is a vision of everything you never realised you desired. Though the lighting is poor, his lithe body is perfectly contoured, defining crafted muscle and holy shit those abs! Not only that, his pants appear insanely tight and you can only image it would take only a flex of muscle to reveal the toned thighs beneath. Sweat glistens upon his chest and neck, and your eyes follow the trail, even appreciating the damp locks. When your gaze meets his, you realise your repeated mistake. He knows your thoughts and you're afraid of what you've unconsciously let slip.

He disregards you so easily, resuming the task of changing clothes. You're acutely aware that he doesn't conduct himself with the same haste as his fellow band members, instead taking pleasure to leisurely indulge in dressing himself. As he pulls on a white singlet, unmistakably his hooded gaze shifts to you, as if to confirm your attention lingered still. Then with deliberately obvious intent, one hand grips the buckle of his belt, pulling at it suggestively to reveal more skin as the singlet is slowly lowered until his torso is eventually concealed.

In that moment, you're many things; perplexed, embarrassed, amused, and just a little turned on. Your mind is in a state of shutting down and rebooting that you can't possibility control your stunned, slack-jawed reaction. And Jimin, seemingly satisfied with the outcome, breaks a crooked smile, taunting you as he shrugs on the accompanying jacket to complete the outfit. It's enough to make you remember yourself, mouth snapping shut which causes him to snigger. How his little exhibition has transpired without notice is beyond you, quickly analysing the attentions of those nearby, yet miraculously it has. It remains a secret shared between yourselves. You return a steady gaze, a smile fighting to break free, so you cross your arms for good measure. He laughs again, the expression so delicate you don't know whether to hate it or love it. The moment is however, fleeting, his attention claimed by a member who clasps his shoulder and gestures to the stage.

With his ploy forgotten, Jimin jogs away along with the six other members. The elevated mood evaporates quickly but leaves a desire fostered by his actions. This was the first day for Christ sake!

The remainder of the night is uneventful, in one particular sense, but a success for the idols. The crowd roars with applause; thousands of fans crying simultaneously with joy and anguish at the concerts inevitable conclusion. The members provide one final bow, waving and throwing kisses to the audience as they withdraw backstage. Their manager intercepts them, gushing praise and the boys congratulate each other in a rowdy manner. Though what you thought matter, you're happy for them; they had earned it.

Jimin and yourself don't cross paths again that night. What's odd is that you take notice of that fact.

Minutes from midnight and comfortably settled into pyjamas, you sit cross-legged on the hotel bed, and it was a relatively nice hotel, you note appreciatively. Conveniently situated near the venue, it was but a five minute fare. The agency hadn't been too frugal with expenditures. The room divider, a pair of sliding doors, is open providing unrestricted view into the opposite room. Blake and yourself, like minded at times, are irrevocably attached to your phones. For the past ten minutes, you've persistently scrolled through Spotify in search of the familiar tones of the songs you've been repeatedly exposed to today. With each successful find, the song it added to your play-list and growing variety of music. All the while, you've unconsciously subjected Blake to the incessant skipping of music during your determined search.

“At least use your headphones.” He grumbles.

“You're welcome to close the door,” you reply dismissively. He glares but the non-verbal retaliation goes unnoticed as your attention never strays from the device in-hand.

“Do you want to coexist amicably these next few weeks?”

It's more so the tone than the question itself that successfully pries your eyes from their attachment to regard Blake. He stares dangerously with prospect of the repercussions should you not head his warning. The last thing you needed was to piss him off and warrant his wrath.

“Fine,” you drawl, muting the music. “I won't torture you unnecessarily with my music. So long as I get to smother you if I'm woken by your snoring.” You counter.

“Can't help that I snore,” he sniffs.

“Help it.”

He removes himself from the bed, all the while grumbling 'it's not my fault' and 'you started it' as he closes the sliding door.

“Goodnight!” you call, laughter colouring the expression.

With the negotiation concluded, you decided it best to follow suit and retire. The following morning, you take delight in goading Blake, reporting that you slept soundly and without disturbance. You cease his torture when he lunges for your phone.

You expected day two to play out much the same. Fully rested, you're prepared to bounce back into routine. Ahead of the bands arrival, Blake and yourself reviewed updates from the facility and tour manager. There were no issues reported from the night before. No security breached. All is well and was positively assured for the second and final night at this venue.

Blake wittingly assigns you to babysitting duty, payback for last night. Despite his best to rile you, and though you wouldn't admit it aloud, you can't deny the nervous flutter at the prospect of coming face to face with one particular idol in light of yesterdays incident. But such concerns are masked behind neutrality.

The stage had been substituted for a large rehearsal room. You overhear the commotion behind the door, the group expectantly enthusiastic. Really, there was no need for your presence within the room, but you needed to confirm they were all accounted. Perhaps overly formal but you choose to rap on the door before entering, the room quietening at the sound. You're meet with the inquisitive stares of all within.

“Hello!” One idol shouts, waving animatedly.

You’re taken back by the greeting. The idol in question possessed a sunny disposition, Hoseok, if you remembered correctly, and inwardly you warm to his friendly nature and offer a smile in return which serves to inspire to a winning grin, all cheeks and teeth that he boasts to his peers.

“See, she can smile.”

“Nobody said she couldn't smile.”

“Her eyes are expressive.”

“Yea, they express a special something for Jimin!”

The group explodes into laughter, evidently Jimin being the target of the fun as he’s affectionately jostled by the other members. The corner of his eyes pull in an attractive fashion, cheeks dimpling as he laughs along with them. You take caution during your observation, wanting to avoid a repeat of yesterday, but you acknowledge the difficulty of ignoring his person.

Without that thought occupying the back of your mind, you ascertain that all seven idols are accounted for.

Someone claps suddenly, jolting you from your fixed daze and quietening the rowdy group. He commands the attention of his peers, exhibiting leadership as he addresses the six youths. So he was the band front-man, you deduce, the smooth confidence of Namjoon radiating. His tone is affable, speaking with purpose but as their equal. When he concludes, he utilises a remote to commence the music. Everyone disperses, claiming formation across the buffed, wood floor to perceive themselves in the full length mirrors of the feature wall.

You needn't stay, reasonable that the room could - should - be guarded from outside, but gravity fastens you still, and you don't fight, compelled to remain by the unnameable force. Just five minutes, you lie.

The following hour consists of relentless rehearsing but the idols persevere with feats of stamina; their dedication unquestionable. They break twice, replenishing themselves with sports drinks while wiping away the accumulation of sweat. During the first interval, you observe with mild interest, as Jimin is cajoled by this friends, their influence obvious and insistent. He protests weakly, perhaps not overly opposed, but his demeanour expressing hesitance. The nature of the situation, you soon discover, is made apparent when under the influence of their incessant hands, he’s guided toward you. He swots at them impatiently but a smile never falters from his lips. He casts one last look back toward the group and they beckon him forward with words of encouragement and one final push. He utilises that momentum to carry him forward, and as he leaves the safeguard of the group, and all attention invests in the orchestrated union.

You sharpen as he approaches, guarded and critical. He's nervous, you perceive. Radically different to his conduct last night which was strategically hidden beneath stage confidence and an awareness of his physical attraction. He holds his chin defiantly, shoulders tight and square yet saunters with ease that might otherwise fool you. It's his eyes; they evoke innocent intrigue but nervousness. When he pauses before you, you can't help regard his actions with caution. He falters under the severity of your analysis, eyes retreating from your own, perhaps reconsidering the plot of his friends. But the momentary lapse is overcome when he presents to you a bottle of water, somehow concealed. You're shocked by his consideration, the gestured unexpected and sincere. The moment hinges on bated breath, all waiting in eager anticipation of what will happen. You move as if automated, accepting the offered drink, expression softening to betray a subtle smile and he swells with giddy happiness, ducking his head as he grins. He chances a final glance, catching your laughing eyes and flushes. He nods, a polite farewell, and retreats to the safety of the watchful six manned group, openly inquisitive of the exchange they instigated.

His return is met with cheers of triumph, as if he had achieved an incredible feat deserving praise and acknowledgement. It was comical and almost ridiculous, enough that you hide a chuckle before loosening the capped bottle. You take a generous gulp of the cool drink, ignorant of how thirsty you were until the liquid relieves the starvation of your throat, pooling coolly in the pit of your stomach. It was a satisfying sensation.

The heightened mood continues a minute longer and you observe as Jimin engages in whispered conversation, primarily with Namjoon. You can’t fathom the reasoning for their secrecy, but when they unanimously glance your way, you're expectant of another ploy in the making. Namjoon calls the other members to attention and they huddle together, heads lowered as they concoct their plan. Some giggle while others, they too, peek slyly from the sheltered cluster. When eventually they break apart, aligning themselves in preparation of what you perceive to continue rehearsal, what strikes you surprised is that instead of facing the mirrored wall, they face you. While you're acutely aware of the collective attention on your person, it's the attention of one that ultimately matters, and you can't fight the unnerving tickle of excitement and anticipation.

Namjoon holds the remote, poised to commence his shared plan and says, “He said this one is for you.”

You're struck surprised by his fluency, even more so by his meaning, but you don't question it, allowing them to show you. The introduction of a song begins to play and he pockets the remote. Jimin stars centre stage, eyes keen and pointed, a smirk playful upon his lips, resembling the cocky entertainer from last night.

With unison, they break into dance, immersed in the music and perfectly synced. Each movement of their bodies is influenced by emotion; a slave to the songs expression. You're mesmerised, unable to tear away from the performance. A private audience for one. You’re paralysed by their hypnotic movement and gyrating hips. What would presumably be a four minute routine seems longer and for that time, you've forgotten the purpose in being there, that anything existed beyond this realm of choreographed seduction. All that mattered was a growing and dangerous desire that darkened your eyes.

They simultaneously freeze, holding the struck positions. You blink, breaking the spell and finding yourself breathing again, and they too, drop the stance, overcome with exhaustion. It was deserving of an applause of thousands! Yet, in fear of yourself, you dare not move. But he waits, they all did, expectant of some expression or gesture of your approval. He need only a taste validation, enough for him to crave more. It need be something simple and not overly gratuitous. Then an idea strikes you and you must resist smirking.

Pushing from the wall, your heavy boots tread across the wooden floor. You're the epitome of composure and congratulate yourself on the mastered skill. With each step, Jimin's eyes marginally widen, the heighten thrill from his bold performance crumbling, and you saver his unravelling resolve. With precise imitation of his gesture, you present the water bottle, brow arching with silent challenge and perhaps a little condescension. He appears baffled, at a loss to your reasoning, yet still he accepts the presented gift, and it's not until you wink at him on turning away he realises you jest. The barest hint of a smile assures him of your appreciation and he’s left to ponder what has transpired as he's swarmed with eager question of the group.

Before a grin threatens to break from ear to ear, something motions by the door and on identifying Blake, you straighten in attentiveness. His gaze passes over you, interest resting on the clamouring idols. Almost obediently, you walk over to stand at his side, awaiting his acknowledgement.

“How things?” he asks.

You can't help regard him slyly, looking for a trace of the questions subtext, what ever it might be, but Blake hints to nothing, and you should've expected such. Deliberating an answer, you share Blake's regard of the chattering youths, summarising the events of the past hour. Jimin looks over, equipped with a dimpled grin and you find yourself biting you're cheek to suppress the betrayal of a smile.

Confident in you're ability to reply without fault, you reply, “Interesting.”

“Should I be concerned?”

Turning to him again, brows arching, you ask innocently, “About what?”

“That you and pretty boy were blatantly eye-fucking each other,” he replies, deadpanned.

“Harmless, I assure you.” Marking your heart with a cross, yet the sly smirk doesn't inspire confidence. Blake chuckles, a deep heart-felt sound, and shakes his head.

“Try to keep it in your pants.” And you feign injury at the connotation. But in honestly, he needn’t worry. It was all merely innocent fun.

It was time.

One by one the idols leave the confinements of the dressing room, exuding excitement and joviality. They're sharp and styled, a flare of make-up accentuating their fine features. High fashion models beware.

The manager leads the group, two security guards flanking the group, Blake and yourself leading the rear. The corridor is a congested highway of bodies; everyone rushing to ensure a flawless night, though they part to allow the group to pass without being detained. Your constantly on the lookout, a natural instinct; assessing and interpreting risks, not that you expected such but being cautious wasn't wasted effort.

It takes only a matter of minutes to get backstage, the area darkened and noisey. As the technicians are equipping concealable earpieces, you look from one member to another only to realise something.

Six? No, that can't be right, recounting the group. One, two, three...six. But the number adds up the same. Six idols minus one silver haired menace. You've got to be kidding me?! Nudging Blake, you draw his attention.

“We’re one short.” Jutting your chin toward the group. “Park Jimin is MIA.”

He frowns, seemingly sceptic until you watch the realised truth of your comment dawn on his face as he counts for himself.

“How the fuck did this happen?” his tone interrogating.

“I don’t fucking know,” you hiss. “There were all present when we left.”

“You sure of that?”

That you were, having done a head count before the group had been escorted. Something had gone awry between then and now. The corridors had been chaotic; too many bodies crammed together. Something wasn't right, and you spare a look toward the idols who appear awfully amused and shrewd.

“Shit.” You mutter.

“What?”

“ I - no, it's nothing.” Voicing your suspicion wouldn't aid issue

“Nothing is no use right now,” Blake quips irritably. “Find him and make it quick.”

Your lips part, a defense prepped on your tongue, but you let your ego take the hit. So you nod and exit the stage. Once clear of the darkened environment, you break into a jog, swerving between the stage crew who still busy the corridors.

You can't say where he'd separated from the group but make for the bathroom along the way. Bursting through the door, an anonymous man screeches with surprise, compromised by the urinal.

“Don't mind me,” you say distractedly, stalking into the bathroom. One by one, you push open each stall, waiting to meet the resistance of a locked door and hoping to find your missing idol, but your hand meets no such resistance, and the final door is swings open. Shit! That ruled out one area, and that questioned the next destination. Pivoting, you make for the exit, another apology thrown at the still shocked occupant who watches you leave with single-minded purpose.

Emotions coil in your stomach, threatening to expose themselves. You're pissed off, embarrassed, frustrated and concerned. Stalking to the destination, your pulse quickens, heightened by the building anticipation. You better be here! Throwing open the dressing room door, you march inside expecting the worse only to find the source your unnecessary stress, complacent and expecting.

Jimin sits before one of the mirrors, cast in the revealing light of the rectangular arranged globes, highlighting his flawless complexion. His attention diverts from the mobile in-hand, flickering to acknowledge the sudden interruption.

”Took you long enough.” He mumbles.

You're awash with sudden and unexpected relief. He's safe. But the emotion is fleeting, contested by confusion and growing irritation fostered by his lack of reactivity and indifference. He doesn't motion to move or attempt to express an explanation for why he's been found here when he's expected elsewhere. You're honestly confounded by the situation and it only serves to flame your simmering anger.

“Hey!” Aiming to command attention, but you're ignored and it furthers to dominate your surging irritation. “Jimin?” you press, but still nothing. Growling, you storm forward, patience exhausted. Grabbing the back of the chair, you swivel it around and it's occupant until you're face to face. He perceives you lazily and it succeeds to push you to breaking point. Fucking musicians.

Steadying your voice to a wavering calm, you do your best to speak reason.“You. Need. To. Go.” And gesture to the door, hoping he'll understand the improv. He regards the door and you again.

“No.”

You might not speak the language, but you're sure as hell know what a flat out refusal sounds like.

“That wasn't a suggestion.” Plucking the mobile from his hand and pocketing the device. You cross your arms, raised brows daring him to protest. “We're going. Now.” He maintains a leveled gaze and you meet is head-on, unyielding. This was one power-play he wouldn't win. He raises slowly, never wavering, but there is an immediate shift; attuned to an unspoken or gestured change in his character.

His shadowed eyes reflect an ambiguous intensity, and you're gripped by sudden transformation. Automatically, you assume the worst, that you've overstepped an undefined boundary and provoked him. But he doesn't lash out verbally and his physique doesn't suggest anger. Instead, his chin lifts, sudden like, as if to gesture a challenge.

Then, tentatively, his hand reaches out toward and you. Stunned, you watch the seemingly slow approaching hand, but at the last second grasp his wrist, halting further movement. You want to object to this, to whatever this game was, but words fail you, dying in your throat. And you know that your composure has since faltered, expressing perplexity, and Jimin preys on the vulnerability, persistent in his ploy. He steps closer, unbearably close, and your mind is screaming caution; the situations trajectory entering dangerous territory. Abort! Yet, he continues without expressed objection on account of yourself, his unrestrained hand plucking the seam of your collar with feigned interest. His fingers trace the seam, gliding up and down with sensual purpose, coyly watching the conflict play upon your face – gauging for the moment his victory is assured.

“Jimin,” you hiss in warning.

He feigns ignorance, head tilting marginally, teeth catching his bottom lip and god-damn, you're doomed for eternity. Those fucking eyes, wanton and heavy and beckoning - how could you resist? And it's in that moment that Jimin fastens his grip on you, and caught within his carnal spell, you allow him to pull you down, capturing your lips.

It's gentle and soft, barely a kiss, and it's for the briefest moment when he inclines to pull way – reeling in the bait. Such a simple yet profound gesture for your undoing. You act on instinct, claiming what had been taunted. You claim his lips with no intention for gentle gestures. It's raw and hungry; everything that had accumulated to this point. Teeth on teeth clash in the domineering attack, mercilessly claiming those full lips and mouth hot.

But it's not enough.

Your hands, insistent and undisputed, guide him backwards, stumbling blindly past the chair and until the bench hits the back of his legs. Still you persist, urging him back and he catches the hint, propping himself onto the bench-top. He stares, eyes alive and thrilled, and oh, how you want to make him regret it. You want - want everything he has to offer, and he'll do so. He'll beg. Your hands hasten upon his hips, and with a swift tug, pull your pelvises flush against one another. A grin shapes those full lips and you crave them again.

The onslaught of tongue, lips and heat recommences, and you bite into that bottom lip that he had so shamelessly teased earlier. Greedy hands snake beneath his top, mapping and groping everything within reach, all the while devouring him with another kiss. He is all the right components of soft and hard – simply perfect. He gasps into your mouth as a thumb brushes a nipple, and your voracious appetite demands more, pinching the small mound and you're not disappointed.

“Is this what you want?” You whisper, releasing his mouth so that he may exclaim again, and he does. Through gritted teeth he whines, eyes squeezed shut, and its enough to satisfy you, if momentarily.

Delicate kisses trail his jaw, his neck, a balm to the nails that rack across his abdomen with aim to imprint and leave mark of your possession. A souvenir for him to remember you by.

“Have you found Park?”

The radio crackles at the cessation of the transmission and you pause your attack, attempting to process the question through the lustful haze.

“(Y/L/N)?”

You breathe a sigh of frustration against Jimin's neck, growing irritated by the continual disturbance. Inclining away, you pin Jimin with your heated gaze, and reply into the receiver.

“(Y/L/N) here. I've located Park.”

“What's the situation?” His voice unquestionably testy.

“The situation is...under control.” It was so fucking cliché but you can't resist smirking at the double entendre. To prove the point, you angle your hips down and Jimin whimpers.

“Then hurry your ass up,” he growls, ending the transmission.

Impatient asshole, discarding the device on the bench, perhaps too carelessly. Jimin, having regained some composure, quirks a brow in question of the brief conversation. Blake was right and you hate that he was. The concert was scheduled to start at anytime! Jimin, as if sensing the internal battle, wraps his legs about your waist, securing you. He fastens his fingers into your shirt, and tugs incessantly. You level him with a look, rationalising. Events have long exceeded the point of no return, doomed by your actions, and you consider no point to stop now.

Your thumb brushes his bottom lip, admiring its fullness from the abuse of your mouth. Then tilting his chin, you lean in to kiss him gently and slow. While he's distracted, a hand slides between your bodies and grasps the mound of his pants, earning a gasp. You massage and kneed the area, sweet sounds escaping between the breath of space between your mouths. His grip moves to your arms but you're not having that. Distantly thanking your defence training, swiftly his wrists are secured and panted against the mirror. He protests with a whine, but he'll have real reason to protest soon enough. With effortless ease, your unencumbered hand works diligently to unfasten the belt and then the button of his pants. Then with devilishly slow movement, the zipper is drawn down, prolonging the tension. Commando, you note approvingly, and claim your prize, revealing his stifled cock from the oh so tight confinement of his tight pants.

Pretty thing it was, flushed and perfectly girthed to fit comfortably within the grasp of your hand. Testing Jimin's arousal, you thumb the head of his cock, massaging the slit with precum, and he mewls. His expression is agony and pleasure, contorted beautifully; an instrument willingly submitted and at your behest. And glutinous for his pleads, you stroke him with precision to earn such exclamations. Hot, searing kisses mark his neck and jaw, feeling the erratic pulse of his jugular. He resists the hold, arms struggling weakly to wiggle free of the iron-clad hold. You smirk into his neck, relishing in the futile attempt, but reprimand the behaviour with a series of trailing bites for his disobedience. He whimpers into your ear, oh, and what a sweet sound it is. All the while you pump at his cock, fast and dirty – time is of the essence.

You know he's close. He pants feverishly, arching into you, legs straining about your waist. Come on, you urge, eyes keen on his face as you drink in the writhing of expression; pink lips parted and face wrought with pleasure. It was everything. Fastening your hold, the pace slows to controlled, lengthy strokes. He bucks into your hand, so naughty and eager, and then he reaches his peak. He cries out and conscious of the volume, you kiss him, swallowing every moan and exclamation of his orgasm. He spills over your hand but it only serves to fuel the task of maintaining the pace.

When he's milked of everything he possesses, you pull back slightly to appreciate the view. His slack expression is reward enough and you fondly brush his bangs. Now what to do with you? There's a box of tissues on the counter, and plucking a few you proceed to remove his essence while inspecting yourself. There could be no evidence of your conduct. However, on regarding Jimin, you grimace, noting the stained shirt and glistening perspiration. He meets the look lazily, still drunk on his high.

There was a rack of clothes and thankfully they're named. Selecting another top from Jimin's section, not quite a replica of the damage goods, but hopefully no one will notice the sudden wardrobe change. Returning to him, you offer the clothing and he takes it without question. Standing, he tucks himself away, unabashed as you watch. Then stripping off the shirt, you're gifted the chance to look upon him once again; the lighting in your favour this time. He's all too aware of his captivated audience and doesn't cower under the scrutiny. Lastly, he regards his reflection, patting away the sweat and brushing a hand through his hair. Satisfied, he turns to you, offering a soft smile, unperturbed by the events.

It’s difficult to reciprocate his ease.

He strides past toward the exit, and with his hand upon the door handle, he inclines his head in question when you don’t follow. Daunting realisation threatens to ruin your resolve. Fuck. You release a deep, long breath as he opens the door. The first foot forward marks the hastened facade you’ve constructed to make it through the remainder of the night. You trail behind him all the way, and Jimin’s conscious of your presence, feeling your eyes bore into his back.

Backstage, your bodies are swallowed by darkness and the energetic crowd chants eagerly. As you near the expectant group, Jimin stops and turns to address you and your breath stalls.

He steps closer and want you back-away, fearing the intimate interaction will draw attention. Worry creases your brow, hands bawled at your sides and if he notices, he doesn’t show. He radiates an unfathomable calm yet still maintaining a hint of that shy personality you’ve witnessed; much unlike his forward and seductive counterpart. He smiles again and it almost inspires confidence that maybe everything will be alright.

“Don’t worry, it’s our secret,” he says, and what you wouldn’t give to know what he said. “Wish me good luck!” And with a wink, he leaves.

You don't have time to consider the possibly of his words nor the incident before Blake is breathing down your neck, and demanding an explanation. It's easily avoided, casually throwing in the reminder that you're dealing with musicians, and he accepts the comment though evidently doubtful it’s the whole truth. Your focus returns to guarding tonight’s show and your secret. But as the show commences and a screams roar from the crowd, an unmistakable fact shadows your thoughts: you’re not nearly as guilty as you’d expect yourself to be, nor of the consequences if you’re inappropriate conduct becomes known. And in addition to that, there was still four weeks left of the tour...

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