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Jealous! Jealous! Jealous! (15)

Summary: Y/n wakes up surrounded by her hybrid companions who have become even more clingy since they started staying with Jisoo. Y/n searches for houses as she is unsure how to talk to the boys about it. With the two new hybrids in the house, just how clingy and touchy can the boys get?

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The sun was shining through the window and lighting up the room. I moved my hands up to rub at my eyes before breaking them open to look at my surroundings. The room was quiet, the only noise being the light breaths from myself and the others. I looked up at the weight that was pressing on my chest, already knowing what it was. The black cat was sleeping peacefully as he faced me directly, his paws tucked under him, causing him to resemble a loaf of bread. I cracked a smile at the thought. As I tried to move my head to see more of the room I felt something in my way.

Reaching up to the left side of my neck, my finger sunk into some soft fur, knowing immediately what it was, I sighed slightly, remembering how the menace of a bunny hybrid had kept crawling onto my face, over my mouth and nose causing me to wake up from lack of air, I'm pretty sure at some point Yoongi had had wacked him in the head over it because everytime I woke up it woke the sleepy cat up too.

Sinking my fingers further into his fur I picked up the chocolate brown bunny and hauled him up until I was holding him above my chest. His little nose twitched but he remained asleep as I moved him back down and onto the other side of my body. I was doing my best to not wake anyone up as it was early in the morning, earlier than I would usually wake up but my body urged me to get out of bed.

I tried to wrap one arm around Yoongi and use the other one to push myself up, but as soon as I started to get up the cat hybrid also woke up, he stood up and stretched whilst still on my chest before looking at me quizzically. I gave him a half-lidded, tired smile as he seemed to understand what I was doing, he got off me and moved over to where I had put Jungkook down, and curled up beside him.

I fully sat up now that I didn't have to worry about the other 2 hybrids. I slowly swung my legs over the side of the bed, Jimin was sitting at the foot of the bed and I quickly gave him a pat on the head before I stood up fully. I only have a small amount of space on the floor as the rest was being used by the large wolf hybrid, the panther hybrid, and the fox hybrid.

Reaching up to my hair I reached for the smallest hybrid of the bunch, Jin, who had somehow managed to make a nest-like thing out of my hair. I scooped up his small form before bringing him in front of me. I leaned over the bed to put him down between Yoongi and Jungkook. I watched as he moved around before snuggling into the fur of the two younger hybrids.

I smiled at the sight as my heart melted at how cute they were together, I had to tip-toe my way out of the room being careful not to step on any of the hybrids on the floor, I finally made it over to the door and I opened it slowly before slipping outside.

I sighed through my tiredness as I trudged into the kitchen hoping to make some tea, I spotted Jisoo standing by the bench and staring out into her back yard. The sun was rising and you could see the light emerging from behind the trees and lighting up the yard, the grass was sparkling from the morning dew and I could see flocks of birds flying through the sky.

“Morning” I mumbled in my croaky voice, I pulled open her fridge in search of milk and honey and when I found it I pulled them both out, placing them onto the bench behind me. Jisoo turned to face me as she gave me a polite smile, she didn't look like she had been awake long either.

“Morning.” She started. “I just boiled the kettle so it should still be hot.”

I hummed as I began to make myself a cup of tea. We stood in the kitchen watching the sunrise for what felt like an hour. It was quiet, probably because all the hybrids were asleep, and the bright sun shone into the house, wrapping everything in a warm glow.

“So.” Jisoo started and I turned to face her. “You remember Jeonghan right?” She asked me out of nowhere.

“Yeah, of course I do.” I replied to her, confused as to why she would bring him up out of nowhere. Jeonghan was an old friend of ours, more Jisoo’s friend than mine but we still got along, he was a few years younger than us and honestly I hadn't spoken to him since high school.

“Well, his father owns a real estate company, I don't know if they have the type of place you're looking for. He mostly deals with large properties outside the city, like mine.” She beamed at me and giggled. “I could tell him that you're looking for a place if you want, I'm sure he’d help out.”

“Seriously? Jisoo, that would be great, thank you.” I said to her as I gave her a quick hug as we laughed together before I cleared my throat. “So… h-how is Jeonghan?”

“Well since you turned him down he’s been on a bit of a power trip.” She laughed as she seemed to be thinking. “He’s not bad or anything, he just has a lot of goals that he wants to accomplish, you know?”

I nodded as I understood what she meant, I remember back when we were younger how he would always follow us around, tagging along wherever we went. He had a crush on me, and at first I didn't mind, I thought it was cute, until he proposed. I shot him down and we haven't spoken since, it was awkward at first but after we got older it was just because we had our own things going on.

The calming silence of the morning didn't last long as soon enough I could hear the thundering of footsteps and tumbling down the stairs along with yelling.

“Y/n!”

I was sitting on the couch, balled up in a fluffy blanket with a mug of hot chocolate and my laptop as I scrolled through the website the Jisoo had told me to, Jeonghan’s dad’s company, two cats curled up on my lap, Lisa and Jennie, they had been extra clingy recently but I guess it’s because I haven't seen them in a while. Come to think of it, the boys had been very clingy recently too, weird…

I clicked on a house that looked interesting, it was far out from town, a little further than I wanted, but not so far that it couldn't be an option. The house was large and the land included the forest surrounding it, so far it was checking all the boxes, taking a closer look I saw that it said 5 bedrooms. I bit my lip as I thought about the amount of bedrooms we needed, there was 8 of us, but pack mates often shared sleeping areas I had learnt from a quick google search, but I also wanted the boys to have their own areas where they could do whatever they wanted by themselves, I groaned out loud as I threw my head against the back of the couch, waking up the 2 hybrids in my lap.

I hadn't said much about a new house to the boys. Did I have to re-invite them to live with me? Or do I just assume that they will? My thoughts were interrupted as Lisa had stood up on my chest and was now nudging her head into my neck, I huffed and snickered at her behaviour as I sat up straighter.

The house was surprisingly quiet at the moment, Jisoo had gone out to do something and the boys were around. Suddenly a black cat jumped down beside me causing the other two to jump away. I was surprised at the sudden appearance of the jet black cat, but welcomed his presence. He sat down on my lap as he glared down at the other felines, Jennie and Lisa growled at him but he hissed back and they jumped from the couch and left.

Their interaction confused me but I shrugged it off since nothing bad had happened. I began petting Yoongi as he turned to face me, he closed his eyes and flattened his ears as I pushed my hands over his head and down his back. He stretched out his back before circling on my lap and finally curling up, his back pressed against my stomach and his head tucked under his paw, facing towards himself.

I cooed at how cute he was before trying to get back to looking at houses, I clicked the small ‘save’ icon so that I could come back to it before I started looking at other houses, I kept scrolling through and a few more caught my eye so I took a look at them, saving some and going past ones the would absolutely not work. I finally closed the lid of my laptop and took a slow breath in and out as I lifted myself to adjust how I was sitting before leaning back into the coach and throwing a hand back with my head, keeping the other one patting Yoongi.

We sat in the silence for a while as I sipped on the cooling hot chocolate before Hoseok came into the lounge to join us along with Jimin, Jimin sat down next to me and I pulled the blanket to make room for him to share too, Hobi sat to the other side of me but he didn't want any of the blanket.

“Hey, guys.” I spoke tiredly. Because I had woken up earlier than normal, I was starting to get tired. Hobi reached out so he could also pet Yoongi and I moved my hand for him. “Everything alright?”

They both hummed in hello then again letting me know that they were fine. I sighed as I relaxed into the couch more, wiggling my legs slightly, making me slump down some more. I felt a weight on my shoulder and I glanced to the side to see Jimin was resting his head on my shoulder as he played with Yoongi. I smiled softly at him, but as soon as he had put his head down, he sat back up abruptly and looked at me confused, before I could return the look he leaned in again towards my neck for just a few seconds before pulling away again.

He looked stunned at whatever was going on and peered around to Hoseok who looked up at him questioningly. It seemed as though they were having a whole conversation with their eyes, a conversation I could not understand, but before I could ask, Hobi learned towards my neck as well.

He pulled away after a few seconds, I was starting to become embarrassed at how they both seemed to know what was happening yet I knew nothing, and they kept getting closer to my neck. They both seemed to just keep looking at each other, almost like they were unsure what to do in the situation, I could feel my face heating up at how they both turned towards me.

It was when they both leaned in at the same time that I finally said something.

“What is going on?” I asked them hastily, incredibly confused and not understanding any of what had happened. Neither of them seemed to know how to explain what was happening so they just looked at me weirdly. I huffed, hoping it was just a one time thing as I moved Yoongi from my lap and over to Hoseok. “I…I think I’m going to go take a nap.”

I crawled out of the blanket and off the couch before telling the boys that I would be in the room if they needed me. I dropped my now empty mug into the sink before trudging upstairs trying not to think of the weird interaction I just had. I could feel the sleep pulling at me so I hurried up my pace to the room.

I pushed open the door to see that it was in fact empty, which meant I could have a nice quiet nap. I peeled off my top and discarded it on the floor, making a mental reminder to pick it up after I woke up, that I most definitely would forget. I picked up a random hoodie from the floor and slipped it over my head. It was over sized and clearly not mine but I didn't mind. I shimmied out of my pants before finally crawling into bed and pulling the covers over me and up to my ears to keep me warm and comfy.

“Y/n?” I heard a voice speak out, followed by footsteps that seemed to get closer to me. I recognised Jungkook's voice as I felt his presence standing near the bed. I opened up one eye to look at him. Judging by how I didn't hear the door open or any knocking I figured he must have already been in the room and I had just missed him, he was probably in the bathroom or the closet.

I hummed back at him tiredly, wondering what he needed. He didn't say anything but he pulled back the blankets half way down before stopping. I nodded my head as I moved back in the bed towards the wall to make room for him. He pulled the rest of the blankets back as he slipped himself in beside me.

I moved myself back towards him on auto pilot, maybe it was a hybrid thing but I had learnt that they liked to embrace people when they slept, Hobi did it, Yoongi did it too. I wrapped my arms over his shoulders and he wrapped his under mine, snaking them around my waist and holding me tight before he nuzzled his head into my neck. I could feel his heart beating in his chest and his hot breath fanning over my neck.

His breath hitched for a second before returning to normal, he nuzzled his face further into the crook of my neck, so much so that I could feel his nose and his lips pressed against the base of my neck. I didn't pay much attention to what he was doing. I was trying to sleep but all these thoughts kept flooding into my mind. I tried to calm myself by reaching up and stretching my fingers into Jungkook's long hair as I started to play with it and twist a strand around my finger.

I could feel something moving on my neck, almost like Jungkook was mumbling something against the skin, where his face touched my neck it felt hot but it wasn't from his breathing. The sensation was oddly calming so I continued to play with his hair as I could feel my mind calming down once again and sleep was ready to take over. I moved my fingers upwards towards the base of his bunny ears, my finger came into contact with the soft fur but I quickly pulled them away as I felt Jungkook bite down onmy neck.

I hissed out in pain as I tried to push myself away from him, but he wouldn't let go and he kept his head buried in my neck, his lips still pressed to the spot that he had bit. He pulled me closer to him by my waist, making our bodies flush against each other. My neck tingled on the spot where his teeth had pressed into my soft skin, my breath was caught in my throat as I didnt know how to process what had happened.

“J-Jungkook!” I stuttered out as I kept trying to wiggling my way out of his grasp, but he wasn't having it as he squeezed me harder, refusing to move. I grunted out loudly as I let my body go limp, knowing that there was no way I'd be able to escape the surprisingly strong bunny.

“Bite me again, and you're out of the bed, and I'll start screaming.” I said threateningly as I had completely given up on trying to escape, I did my best to wriggle back under the blanket and get comfortable again. I could feel his lips pull into a smirk as they dragged across my skin, he seemed to slightly loosen his grip so I could get comfortable before holding me tight again.

It didn't take long for sleep to consume me, I could still feel the tingle and the dull throb of pain in my neck as I drifted in and out, but it didn't bother me. Jungkook’s warm honey and earthy scent smelt stronger than ever from our close proximity, it was invading my system, it smelt so strong that I could almost taste it on my tongue.

I woke up around 2 hours after we fell asleep, the room was much darker now, meaning it was later in the evening, maybe almost time for dinner. I looked around with my tired eyes trying to focus around me. I sighed and rubbed my eyes as I decided to get up, I lifted Jungkook's arm off of me as I sat up and then put it back down on the bed.

I had to climb over him since I was boxed in between both him and the wall. I swung one leg over before pressing my hands into his chest and pushing down to lift me the rest of the way over. He stirred in his sleep as I smirked at him, it was payback for biting into my neck earlier.

I reached my hand up to rub the spot, it didn't hurt so much anymore but when I touched it a dull pain surged through the area. I grumbled about how annoyed I was and dropped my arm down letting it swing back and forth before wrapping it around my stomach and pushing my hand up under my shirt to rest on the warm skin as I opened the bathroom door and made my way inside.

I flicked on the light and had to blink a few times to get used to it. I turned to face the mirror as I dragged my hands down my face before lifting them up to my hair and attempting to tidy it up. As I was playing a round with the ends of my hair I spotted a darker patch of skin on my neck. Curious, I leaned in closer to the mirror to be sure of what I was seeing, I reach to pull the hoodie down slightly as I touched the dark spot with the weird marks around it, my breath stalled in my throat as I pushed myself to stand up straight again as I looked at myself in the mirror, the alarm clear in my eyes as I was taken aback by what I saw seeing.

“Jungkook!"

A/n: Late night chapter! This chapter feels like everything and nothing at the same time to me. Jungkook is an uncontrollable menace to Y/n and I live for it! I hope you all have a lovely day or night and thankyou all for reading! 💜

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Chapter 33

Pairing: BTS Ot7 X fem! reader

Genre: A/B/O AU, Fluff, Angst, Strangers to lovers,

Warnings: none :))

Words: 3943

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Jimin couldn't contain the soft, exciting flutters he felt in his heart. You were so sweet, surprising his pack with a little sweet treat. How cute was that?

The alpha decided then and there that he would try his very best to help you make the tastiest, creamiest cupcakes that have ever existed.

„Should we start then, baby princess?” He asked you gently, pulling slightly from you and letting his hands rest on your cheeks.

His eyes were soft and held a caring gaze, just as every time Jimin looked at you. Your tiny nod made him smile once again, gently pecking the top of your head before he pulled away.

„What are the ingredients we need, precious?” The alpha said gently, combing through your hair. He has worn his own apron by now too, and so both of you were ready to start baking.

You read the list of things needed for the almond cupcakes and the vanilla butter cream; the ingredients were quite many.

Even though the pack had very fine almond flour and even almond milk, Jimin felt guilt pang at his heart when he realised that they didn't have the almond butter needed.

„Baby Princess, we don't have that; Alpha is very sorry; How about we use just the regular unsalted butter instead?” He softly said, looking at you.

The little shrug of the shoulders he received in answer made him smile a little. It would be an okay substitute, he came to the conclusion, and so he took out the butter and placed it on the counter with the growing pile of other things.

„...and half a cup of s-sliced almonds.” You said everything needed for the batter is now named. Jimin nodded a little, going over to the tall cupboard before he opened it.

There were a few things laying around, mostly a few glasses of honey and different sweet sauces, but there were also a few packages of nuts as the alpha rummaged through, pulling out the almonds.

The eldest packmate would often bake and cook when he would get stressed, before important comebacks, or when he was about to have his first concert of his own solo music.

Jin was a really good baker and had a lot of experience with certain things; the alpha always knew how to use the seemingly intricate devices Jimin had never seen in person.

Whenever they had more free time, nowdays more often as they entered the hiatus era and had more time to do what they wished to do, not what was required, Jin started enjoying baking more and more.

The eldest enjoyed the precision, especially when he could use the new things, gadgets, and techniques he had just learned.

He would often make simpler things to eat, but from time to time, a very complicated dish would also be mastered.

And so, things like churros or éclairs, focaccia bread, banana bread, or a strawberry cream cake were quite usual to be seen.

The last time, though, the eldest made the prettiest macaroons, pink in colour, and the texture was like no other.

Since then, a short while has passed, and you have entered their lives now, but Jimin was in no doubt Jin would be a much better baker and overall cook to guide you through the recipe.

He could also imagine the elder grumbling about you cooking with the younger first, rather than with him.

For sure, though, he would quickly forgive and forget when he got to taste the sweet treats you two would make for the pack. If they go well, that is.

Jimin started preheating the oven to a quite high temperature, quickly coming back to your side to start preparing the batter with you; the electronic scale was already out.

„Here, princess, you pour the flour in, and I'll tell you when it's the right weight. Don't worry, Alpha will take good care of everything precious." He said gently to you, ripping open the sealed, regular flour package.

You nodded a little, carefully scooping into the bowl large spoonfuls after spoonfuls, the older man gently stopping you after you hit the right amount.

You reached for the almond flour next, and the phone with the opened instructions was before the both of you, so you only took a short glance.

Though, as you tried to pull apart the tightly sealed packaging, you couldn't do much; your fingers were either too slippery or something else was wrong.

Jimin heard you whine from where he was very lightly greasing up the silicone moulds for the future cupcakes, abandoning whatever he was doing and coming over right away.

„Aigoo, princess, Alpha will help; it's okay, baby." He said gently, cooing softly as he pecked your temple sweetly before he took the packaging from you, quickly opening it for you.

You both repeated the process, weighting the almond flour, continuing on with the baking powder and baking soda, and the vanilla sugar package.

Jimin helped you whisk the dry ingredients together, showing you how to hold the whisk correctly when he saw your slightly awkward grip.

The alpha smiled softly as he saw the excitement. He gently hugged you close to himself, letting his cheek rub up against your hair.

You didn't smell so happy since you came to them; even when they could sense in your scent from time to time that you were excited, it was only now this sweet to Jimin's nose.

He took out another bowl, going to prepare the wet ingredients. First he started cracking the six eggs, having your palms sweetly hidden underneath his, as he carefully cracked the last two eggs with your help.

None of the shell got inside, making you smile widely. You were used to first dropping the egg in a separate cup so a shell wouldn't possibly ruin any progress, as you weren't that good at fishing it out.

Quick to praise you, Jimin let his chin rub up against your hair sweetly, his own smile almost blinding. „My 'mega is so clever, hm?” He said softly, happy to have you safe and close.

You both washed your hands soon after and went on with the second bowl, adding in the granulated sugar, vegetable oil, almond milk, and butter, even though it that meant to be a bit different.

The alpha helped you mix up the seemingly stubborn butter; even when you placed it in the microwave earlier, it still had small pieces unmelted in it, and soon after, you poured the liquid into the flour mix.

There was quite a lot to whisk together, and so when you tried but couldn't do much, Jimin was quick to reassure you, quickly combining the two and making sure not to overmix.

„Here baby, how about you prepare the almonds now, while is whisk, princess? We just have to fold those in soon, precious.” He said gently.

You nodded happily, measuring half the cup of the sliced almonds, and just as you finished, Jimin gently let you pour in a bit at the time, folding the batter over so everything would get well combined.

„Princess, you did such a great job! Let's prepare the cupcakes and have them bake now, okay?” You nodded happily, the alpha bringing over the pan that had the silicone mould already placed on it.

With the alpha's sweet help, you carefully scooped the batter into each of the cups so none would overfill. You soon filled up the whole twelve-cup form.

Pecking your forehead happily, Jimin took the tray before he carried it over to the oven, making sure you weren't too close so the warmed-up air wouldn't harshly hit you before he placed the pan inside.

He helped you set the timer on his phone, and so while the 23 minutes were counted down, you and him started the cream that would then be put on top.

„Here, sweet princess, alpha will help." He said gently, taking the cleaned-up whisk before he started beating the butter, granulated sugar, and vanilla extract until a thicker consistency was created.

The vanilla butter cream didn't take too much time to make, with the alpha letting you carefully add in the almond milk one tablespoon at a time until the right consistency was achieved.

„Precious, here have a little... Is it good?” You let Jimin scoop up a little bit of the icing, letting you taste the cream. It was very tasty, that was for sure.

„It's good, oppa!” You smiled, the alpha having a small taste himself, nodding approvingly. And so, he helped you transfer it all into a star tip piping bag, carefully placing it into the fridge so it wouldn't turn too liquid over time.

„Princess, look at the different sprinkles and things we can try, and alpha will clean up quickly." Jimin said gently, washing his hands underneath the faucet after you had

You nodded a little, going over to the large table where the alpha had previously taken out all the different decorations that could be used.

You decided that you liked the white, pearl-like sprinkles the best, along with the pastel-coloured, circular regular ones.

The edible flowers caught your attention, and so, out of everything, you decided to decorate the now-cooling cupcakes with them too.

You showed the alpha, the man, making sure to praise your choice well, claiming that „Those will be so cute together, princess! Great choice; alphas will for sure be very happy!”

And so he helped you put the ones of your choice aside before he started putting all of the other ones away, carefully storing them back in a box.

Soon after, Jimin realised that it would probably be a good idea to have something for lunch, as the earliest of the noon was arriving quickly.

The man looked into the fridge, taking out a few of the leftovers. He would feel much better if he had made you a fresh dish, but that would probably take him quite a while, and he wasn't sure if he would have the time for that.

And so, he soon reheated the stir-fried rice and the chicken popcorn, still left from a bit ago, plating you a good meal.

After handing you a glass of orange juice, he too took a seat and went on to eat.

The alpha, just as usual, fed you mostly himself, choosing the tastiest and best-looking bites of meat to please your taste buds.

„Baby princess here, have a little more." He would say gently, giving you another forkful of rice and feeding you while smiling widely.

„Koji called Jungkookie earlier today; he and Moonsik want to go with you somewhere this afternoon; would you like to go precious?”

Jimin asked you sweetly, having you currently chew on a piece of thinly sliced pickled radish. Your big eyes made him waver a bit; he thought you liked the omega?

„Princess, don't worry, you don't have to go if you don't want to! It's okay, sweetheart-"

„B-But the cupcakes?” You whined softly, a small pout on your lips. Jimin breathed out a little, nervous for a second that you didn't want to go because of something else.

„No, don't worry, princess. We can finish them right after the food, hm? You can go out after, how about that?” Jimin would have to leave soon anyway, and the alpha felt better having you with someone than completely alone.

„O-okay!” You said, a small smile on your lips as the alpha smiled widely himself, pecking your temple gently.

Soon, the lunch was finished, and the alpha loaded the dishwasher after he carefully helped you take out the cupcakes, handing you the icing too.

You sat at the dining table once again, practicing your icing skills on a small part of the tray where there was enough space, while Jimin went to make the call with Moonsik.

You didn't really listen in, going to try and ice your first cupcake, wanting it to be very perfect for the alphas.

It had to be more than perfect, you told yourself, and just as you went to try your best, Jimin approached you, his hand gently combing through your hair.

„Princess, Moonsik Hyung wants to speak with you, baby." The alpha gently chucked, handing you the phone as he gently helped you take the icing from your seemingly too busy hands.

You took the call to your ear, a bit unsure of what you were meant to say, choosing to whisper out an almost inaudible: Hello?

„Y/N? Hey, it's Moonsik from the mall... How are you?” The beta's voice was velvety and smooth, sweet to your ears. Not as sweet as your oppa's voices, though.

„Hi M-Moonsik, I'm okay...” You said softly, unsurely looking over at the alpha while he wiped down the counter and the table, the man encouraging you with his sweet eyes.

„That's good; I'm glad. Yuki has been asking about you all the time, and he would really like to go somewhere with you again, so maybe if you have time and-”

In the background of the call, you could hear a voice you recognised well—the seemingly always excited and happy omega talking loud enough for it to be audible.

„Is that Y/N? Hyungie, let's talk with her!” The younger whined, and the beta was talking with a hushed voice, saying that he would get to talk to you later.

„I w-would like to g-go please...” You said quietly, a bit nervous about any sudden rejection you might not expect. Though you were met with none, Moonsik answered.

„Okay, great! I'm sure Yuki will be very happy to hear that, and I'm excited too. Let's meet in front of the art store again, like last time. When is the right time for you?”

You weren't sure if the beta expected you to have a packed schedule; though he was very far from right.

You would continue your studies hopefully soon, and you still had that doctor appointment in close time as your heat was coming closer and closer, but other than that...

Your shoulders shrugged unconsciously, not realising that the beta on the other side wouldn't be able to see. You looked over to Jimin; the alpha just took a seat to your right.

„Wh-when should I-I go oppa?” You whispered, hoping that Moonsik wouldn't hear. Considering the voice of Yuki on the other side of the call, the beta had a bit to worry about now.

„Well, I have to go to a photoshoot at 14.00, so I'll have to leave a little bit before that. Do you want to go with someone or alone?” He asked softly, combing through your hair.

You were definitely not ready to go completely on your own; the thought was very overwhelming. You liked Yuki, and you liked Moonsik, but going with them both on your own was quite nerve-wracking.

„Wi-th a-alpha...” You whispered, Jimin noticing how your scent got more anxious and worried and immediately nodding.

„That's okay, princess. Someone will go with you, hm? How about you meet up with them at 14.00?” That was a good hour and a half away, and so you nodded, telling Moonsik about yours and Jimin's suggestion.

Soon after, the meet-up was planned, with the beta saying sweet goodbyes and Yuki in the background excitedly talking about the stores he wanted to go to with you.

You handed the phone back to the alpha, the man gently kissing your temple. And so, you got back to the decorating, making your first swirl with the icing.

„Princess, you are so clever! Alpha is very proud." Jimin gasped softly, watching as you carefully placed the individual pearls and sprinkled the colourful ones.

The alpha helped you take out the edible flowers, letting you find the best spot for each one. You were a natural, and the alpha noticed, making sure to praise you well whenever you finished a cupcake.

He helped you sweetly, taking the finished and decorated cupcakes and putting them into the paper wrappings he took out earlier, gently putting them on a clean, large plate.

Jimin made sure to not mess up any of your cute work; none of the carefully iced sharp tops even touched, and the vanilla butter icing kept clean.

With the star tip, it looked very cute, the alpha came to a conclusion, snapping a few photos of you while you iced.

He didn't get to take many pictures while you both were preparing the batter, but now he had time, and he decided to fill up his whole gallery with you.

And so you decorated prettily, the cupcakes having cute, flowery fairy vibes, maybe reminding you a little bit of wedding cake considering that the icing was only a little bit off white.

You could have coloured it, you realised, but you liked how everything looked, with the small pops of colour adding to it and making everything look pretty.

„Princess, you did so well! Alpha is very happy and proud, my precious baby; that's so nice!” He gushed, taking photos of the cupcakes, claiming that they looked: „Just like from a five-star bakery!”

Jimin was sure that you were a secretly hidden baker, and he was also very sure that when his packmates saw the cupcakes and the cute photos, they would lose their minds.

Soon after, you and the alpha cleaned up, letting the pretty-looking pastries stay on the kitchen table for the packmembers to oogle at and stare at when they would come back to the packhouse sometime that day.

It didn't take too long before it was only about half an hour until 14, and so Jimin helped you tie your shoes properly, having you take on a thick puffer jacket and a beanie, not wanting you to get cold.

„There you go, my princess. 's you stay nice and warm for alphas." He whispered gently, putting on his coat and boots.

The outside weather stayed cold and snowy, and so as the alpha opened the front doors, he held your hand tightly, not wanting you to slip on the ice hidden underneath the snow.

Jimin led you quickly to the garage, choosing one of his cars he would drive today. He took you to the Porsche Panamera, the black, shiny car pretty and obviously expensive.

He unlocked the doors quickly, opening the entrance as he helped you settle in, quickly bending over to buckle you in, and pecking your forehead.

The alpha smiled at you widely for a few seconds, his cheek rubbing up against yours sweetly, before he closed the doors for you and climbed into the driver seat, turning on the heating right away.

The inside of the vehicle was quite cold, and so he held your hands in his for a good few seconds, gently rubbing them with his and breathing on them, warming your icy fingers up.

Soon, the interior got warmer, though, and so when Jimin claimed it was warm enough and your cheeks didn't remind him of ice popsicles when he would touch them anymore, he let the garage doors open and started driving out of the house.

„Princess, what should we listen to, precious baby?” He asked you gently as he looked carefully both ways before he entered the road on his way towards Hybe.

You turned on the touchscreen, going over to the radio and podcast options, unsure what would be better. Jimin glanced over shortly, keeping his eyes on the road.

„At the bottom left are the nice stations that will keep my little 'mega happy and settled, hm? Let's play those, princess."

The alpha said gently, helping you select the right station he has previously bought the subscription for.

Jimin was very happy he got so many opportunities to spoil you, not only in different ways to settle and keep you safe and calm, but in other things too.

To be truthful, he had bought quite a few things for you already. He wasn't about to stop anytime soon; the alpha visited Tiffany & Co. quite often, for he was the brand's ambassador for once, but he liked their jewellery a lot in general.

The alpha has already purchased you a few things, some pretty-looking sets that reminded him of you.

He noticed you didn't have your ears pierced, which made sense to the alpha quite a lot.

Omegas were normally quite sensitive, and to be honest, Jimin couldn't even remember once meeting one that had any piercings.

He didn't mind, though, and was completely content with having you wear whatever was most comfortable and nice for you.

And so, as the soft, lo-fi-like music played through the good sound system of the vehicle, the alpha drove carefully over to the Hybe building.

Jimin let you take his phone when you got bored along the ride, your little fingers grasping the device as you took little photos and videos of the things you were passing by, the snow and sun making everything glittery and pretty.

He couldn't help but coo at you, seeing how excited you were in the background, making sure to keep fully quiet so no noise would disturb your video footage.

You even turned off the radio again, claiming that that wouldn't sound nice in the video, having Jimin giggle lightly.

The alpha soon shushed though, so he wouldn't disturb you, and just drove safely, having you take videos upon videos of the birds sitting on the side roads when they would wait at the red light.

When you arrived at the underground garage, Jimin got out of the car first, carefully pocketing his phone before he went over to you.

Opening the doors, the alpha smiled softly at you, undoing your seatbelt before he tightly zipped up the jacket they got for you, helping you up.

„Here, baby, alpha has got you. Let's go now, hm? Someone is waiting for you already!” He said, wanting you to be surprised by whichever alpha chose to spend your time today with you.

He must have succeeded, as you jiggled your shoulders in excitement, pulling Jimin towards the doors that would lead further into the building.

The alpha chuckled softly, locking up the car before he took your hand, tightly holding it as he kissed the top of your head.

„Let's go then, eager beaver.” He chuckled lightly, opening up the doors with his own keycard, before letting you enter first and calling the elevator.

You bounced on your feet. Not only were you excited to have made the cupcakes with the alpha to surprise the others today, one of them would even go with you to the mall!

And Yuki and Moonsik would be there with you, and that for sure would be great fun, you thought, and so you tugged on Jimin's hand lightly, a sweet whine leaving you.

How much longer was this elevator ride going to take?

The alpha smiled widely, his nose brushing up against your temple and coming over to yours as he gently gave you a bunny kiss.

„Aigoo, princess, don't worry. Not much longer.” He tried to calm you down, smiling softly. Just than did the elevetor ding, arriving to one of the highest levels of the building.

The doors opened, and when you saw the packmate, waiting right behind them, your smile grew wide, quickly jumping over.

You hugged the man tightly, the alpha picking you up before he let his chin rub over your hair.

„My sweetest little pup, baby, alpha missed you!” The packalpha gushed, happy to have you in his arms again.

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Before I Leave You (Pt.58)

(SneakPeek) (Omegaverse au, Mafia au, Bts x Reader)

Summary: Your nightmares are a troubling development but the pack won't let you drown. They have different ideas on how to help you. Some more damaging than others.

Tags: Angst, Hurt/comfort, Fluff, cuddling, Nightmares, graphic depiction of fake character death, Discussions of past rape, No explicit depictions of past rape/sexual assault, past domestic-abuse, flashbacks, safe-wording during sex (Sorta), unpleasant sexual encounters, under-negotiated kink, mentioned sex toys, crying during sex, Sad blow jobs, small dick jungkook, allusions to past eating disorders, anxiety, implied self-hate, self-esteem issues, non-verbal main character.

W/c: 10.3k

A/N: this chapter was originally supposed to be a lot longer- but i got too in depth with it and had to split it up. This is easily one of the more heavy chapters of bily (and that's saying something), so please be mindful of the tags! I will say- this section given as a sneak peek is actually at the beginning.

Previous Chapter - Masterlist

Chapter 58: Don't let this darkness fool you

Your unraveling starts with the Nightmare.

It’s a dark tangle of half-forgotten moments. A movie with all of the scariest scenes copied and pasted. Bright punctures of feelings like blood dripping down your chin and the tang of it in your mouth. Geumjae’s scent in your nose as he shoves your mouth against his skin. All of it. Every unhappy memory that your psyche has locked away for later dragging you down and down like the tide would drag a stone to a watery grave.

Until the moments condense like a figure rising through fog and you’re sitting in that house again. The one with the yellow brocade curtains pulled closed across the windows so that no one sees what happens inside.

You're sitting with Geumjae at the dining room table. The elaborate meal in Infront of you rises with steam and smells divine. The cutlery is polished so clean that you can see your reflection in it. A million dancing tiny versions of you staring back with vacant doll-like eyes.

You remember this meal; you remember what happened to you on this morning. The soreness between your legs reminds you of that horror. You remember how hard you worked after he left in the morning leaving you in a bloody heap in the bathroom. You remember hoping that if you did everything you absolutely could to prepare this meal, He’d be satisfied and he wouldn’t hurt you again.

But avoiding rape is never quite so easy.

It was foolish to hope back then. Geumjae was a man of routine and he required your body every morning and evening without fail. But hoping is so hard to avoid, like an itch under your skin that demands biting nails, a furious sort of wanting. Hope is nothing more than a chain that drags you through the sludge when you think it might be your buoy.

For this nightmare, the other chairs at the table aren’t empty like they usually are. It’s not just you here.

He must have taken a needle and stitched your mouth shut (like he always threatened) because you feel powerless to scream at Namjoon to get away to stay back. You can do nothing more than watch as he leans over and says something to Geumjae that makes him smile.

His smile makes him look like Yoongi; who himself is sitting at the head of the table nursing a glass of wine and scowling. Jin is on Namjoon's other side, hair combed back from his face in a way that makes Seokjin look absurdly pretty. On his left is Jimin and then Tae. Each of them eats like they haven't in days, shoveling food into their mouths like it’s their last meal.

Jungkook is by your side and asks if you’re going to eat your dinner roll. Puffy and crusty bread that he never would be able to eat in real life. You watch powerlessly as he scarfs it down like he hasn’t ever eaten anything more delicious. licking his fingers from the crumbs when he finishes.

Tae is dressed in your jewels this time, not Jimin's. The necklace Geumjae gave you for your second anniversary digs into her collar bones as if it was pinned there, like a butterfly on a piece of cardboard. Glittering with more diamonds than seem possible. Like one of those Instagram filters, every reflection mark turned glittery. Jimin’s suit is like something out of vogue.

One moment you’re looking at the perfectly edible food and the next you’re watching it rot before your very eyes. The meat greying and melting, the salad wilts gooey and spoiled. The fancy porcelain plates writhing with worms and maggots and creepy crawlies that slither out of nowhere. No one notices. No one realizes that the bites they bring to their lips are poison.

Jin licks his lips, the skin already greying and cracking.

Geumjae looks up at you from his plate, grinning all the while. Collar starched white. You haven’t heard his voice in so long but your mind remembers the exact cadence of it in perfect detail.

“What’s wrong princess? Aren’t you going to eat up?

When you look back at them, Namjoon’s slumped in his chair, chest not rising and falling, staring blankly forward with bloody eyes. When you look Jin’s got his head half gone. Cut away. Wriggly things curl behind what's left of his eye. Tae’s collar bones are bleeding where the diamond collar sits. Ribbons drip down her bodice. Jimin’s white shirt is slowly blooming red too. Bullet wounds pepper his chest. One on his shoulder and a cluster of them over his heart.

Jungkook slumps over his plate seizing until he’s still. Still the way that dolls are. Dead. Looking at you with wide vacant eyes that go grey with congealing blood.

Yoongi's hands are burning, fire licking up his clothes and he does nothing to put it out. Burning and bubbling and boiling. Skin pealing up like paint beneath the flames.

Hoseok is the only one not at the table.

Geumjae smiles again. Baring his teeth in that animal way of his. “What’s wrong princess? I thought you said you loved them- aren’t you going to try and stop it?”

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ratherbefangirling · 2 years

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Belong (3)

Part 1 | 2 | 3 | 4

Pairing: ot7 x reader

Genre: omegaverse au, hurt/comfort, Angst, romance

Synopsis: You seem to be falling in love with the pack and Jungkook isn't very happy but what will happen when. He realises you are his mate?

No warnings?! (Did I actually 😳 manage that)

Am I regretting making the different moodboards yes yes I am but was I still too invested to back out also yes

Your mother knocks on your door.

"Coming!!" You tell her opening your window and spraying all sorts of perfumes in the air so she doesn't worry about you.

Happy thoughts think happy thoughts . You think to yourself.

And it kind of sucks that all in the top of your head belong to the pack.

Your mom sits in the kitchen working on her laptop . A food package opened.

"Did you order something?" You ask sitting on the other side of the table.

"No the neighbour brought it."

"You hang out."

"Yeah a bit."

"Isn't he too old for you ?" She asks munching on the muffin her work abandoned for now.

"It's not like that he just helped me out before."

"Fine this old mother will nor interfere in your life."

"It's not that... ugh" You say picking for yourself some savory focacia bread.

"He did bring you breakfast after whatever happened to get you so depressed."

"You noticed."

"If I don't point everything does not mean I don't notice young lady."

"Mom." You say and go hug her. Nothing beats her calming scent anyway.

"My baby." She cooed. "Should we invite them to dinner so you can show me the skills you learnt in your cooking classes."

Yoongi is kind of nervous he fixes his good shirt called it. It was the new designer one Hobi had gifted him after getting a sponsorship.

Since only four of them Taehyung Hoseok Namjoon and himself were going. Yoongi felt a bit responsible, usually Seokjin would be a good at this sort of thing but Jungkook had latched onto Seokjin. Junkook had been pretty sensitive this morning throwing a tantrum when Jin left for the bathroom. He'd been biting their necks and scent glands. The need to mate high but probably subconsciously realised they weren't his mate.

True mates were rare and double mates even more. That is someone could be your mate but that didn't necessarily mean you were theirs.

Yoongi did think it was unfair but life wasn't ever fair.

He'd read an article which pointed out on how single mating was true more for males rarely seen in females to compensate periods experienced by the female population.

Yoongi checks the cake he had bought one last time and a vase Namjoon had selected as a gift because they were visiting your house for the first time.

Once everyone was ready they all marched to your door.

Luckily you were the one who opened the door. You too were dressed nicely. You greeted them with a smile and ushered them in.

Inside they sat on the sofa set as your mom entered. Namjoon straightened and put on a charming smile. He stood up to greet her.

"Hello I'm Namjoon, our pack Alpha and these are my pack mates Hoseok like myself an alpha, Yoongi is a beta and Taehyung our youngest omega." Namjoon introduced.

Your mother nodded.

"Are you close enough to be aware of our family history?" Your mother questions.

Yoongi answers. "She has mentioned a few things but we didn't want to pry and make her uncomfortable."

You on the other hand were in the kitchen bringing out snacks to hopefully lessen the tension.

Taehyung stood up and offered to help, your mom only nodded getting back to the conversations with the others. Asking about the others of the pack.

Taehyung enters the kitchen it smells amazing.

"Hello Y/nie"

"Tae." You respond smiling.

"Do you need help, I came to help."

"I'm done just need to check if everything is done properly."

"Do you want me to plate it. I'm good at setting up masterpieces." He says.

"Sure. Thank you."

"Anything for you sweetie." He replies and gets to work.

When the two of you bring out the snacks and beverages the atmosphere is pleasant.

To be fair you were worried about your mom grilling them. When it's time to set the dining table even Yoongi offers to help.

Later Namjoon and Hobi offer to cleanup.

When they are leaving you pack over the extra food you'd made for the others.

Hobi offers a kiss on your forehead this time you don't deny him. Shyly even yoongi forwards his cheek and you giggle before planting a soft peck.

Namjoon though was a bit stressed so he left earlier Taehyung went with him because a Namjoon inside his head was a disaster waiting to happen.

"Did something happen you ask?"

"Don't worry about it its just Jungkook. Jin texted about Jungkook calling Joon out."

"Oh ok."

You still didn't know how heats with your own pack worked. You had read about it but you and your mom spend them together and that was just you or her behaving like you did when you were sick and the other comforting and cooking if required. Though you did have a maid who cooked and cleaned and came twice a week.

You close the door still in your thoughts.

Your mother is on her phone probably going through work. You sit beside her.

She engulfs you into a hug. You both stay silent enjoying the peace.

"Mom.." You began.

"They seem like good people. Namjoon talked about you being important to them and being Jungkook's mate."

"What should I do?"

"Whatever you do.. know that you will always have your mom?"

Talking with your mom didn't give you an answer but it did clear your head.

Her phone rang.

"Who is it?" You ask.

" Maeum" your mom replies and checks the message.

Maeum was your mom's best friend and in a pack and wanted your mom in her pack but your mom had refused, they were still good friends.

"She is calling us for Christmas." Your mom informs.

"Why don't you go?"

"I go?" Your mom asks.

"I think we both need to spend time with a pack."

"Don't get smart with me young lady." She chides playfully.

You giggle.

"I love you momma." You say a little childish but you know it makes your mother soft.

"Love you to my baby."

You had not considered the possibility that nearing your winter vacation instead of you and your mom spending time together, your mom would go on to hang out with her bestfriend and their pack and you would be spending time with your neighbours.

Particularly Jungkook who in his rut induced state smiles very brightly as soon as he spots you. It unsettles you the fondness his primitive brain brings about.

You and Namjoon and Yoongi had discussed bringing you infront of Jungkook this very morning.

"I'm so grateful for this. Thank you. For real like whatever happens I.. I am so very grateful." Namjoon says rubbing your hand which he is holding with his thumb. He leads you towards the drawing room.

You feel you'd anxiety rise. Yoongi is helping Jimin set up a makeshift nest in the drawing room.

Before you step in the nest. Namjoon stops you.

You look up at him eyes slightly widened.

"What...?" Before you can fully question him he presents his proposal.

"May I scent you?" He asks softly. "I'm worried he'd jump you if he scents distress."

You nod.

Namjoons scent is woody and masculine and so him and when he rubs your scent glands with his you feel limbless all thoughts leaving except for your omega purring alpha.

"Baby stay here with me."

"Huh?" You ask dazed. Strong arms steady you and help you into the nest.

Yoongi sits beside you, this close you can feel a slight tinge of his smell and when he offers you his scent gland. You feel yourself break out of the heady alpha scent. It's an intimate act people especially beta offering their scent glands to another because if an alpha or omega scent mark it the scent can last for months and it's like saying the beta is accounted for.

Beta's usually prefer being scentless even in packs the dont feel the need to be gobbled up in the scent of their partners especially because it might result in a pseudo heat or rut depending on who marked them and unlike alpha's or omegas who experience it at set times Beta's can go through multiple cycles within weeks.

It is said that the Beta's resemble the earlier humankind the most, before the great breakdown such packs were frowned , people kept to themselves any human interactionwas severely limited with focus on independent mode,s of living. Due to a string of war, disease, natural disaster and decreased birth rate , resources were severely affected, increased potential but lack of manpower to actually be accessible. The existing people formed packs to combat this.

When vaccines got introduced a lot of people underwent physiological changes and thus the subgenders arose. With now developed sharper senses especially the olfactory, humans were more easily able to find a mate because biologically a person with opposite immunity had a more attractive scent and thus the offsprings had a better chance of survival.

Namjoon rubs the small of your back. You sit now relaxed but aware. Jimin gives you a reassuring smile. Mouthing a thank you.

Jungkook is flanked by Hobi and Taehyung. Jin behind them.

"Mate." He calls out. Slowly coming closer.

He reaches out to take your hand linking it with his and bares his scent gland.

You come close to him and rub his skin a little around the gland and that is enough to prompt him to take you in his arms.

You move a bit even though his grip is strong.

"Alpha please." You say softly coaxing him.

He nods a bit dazed. But he loosens his hold.

He settles hugging your waist. Soon you are sat beside him until the scent high makes him sleepy and he looses consciousness.

You too are tired and end up crashing next to him. The rest of the pack wants to cuddle you and Taehyung's temptation to take a picture is great but he is not sure how comfortable you would be with that.

When Jungkook wakes up the last vestiges of the rut are gone. The body hugging him is softer than his hyungs and smells nice, real nice and it's a scent he knows but he cannot place.

Mate, his subconscious whispers.

He opens his eyes disoriented. He seems to not be in the nesting room and instead in the living room. He searches for water his throat dry.

You whine as he moves.

Jungkook for the first time registers your presence.

Only one thing on his mind.

What in the world happened during his rut?

He pushes you away. Waking you up.

"Get away! Get off me" he says not realising he used his alpha voice.

A hurt whine escapes your lips. Your inner omega hurt on an alpha they'd just scented rejecting them.

Before the rest of the pack can wake up or react you are out of the door promising yourself to never be treated like this again.

This was was less possessive than expected but but hey it was almost nice. As always thoughts and ideas are welcome.

Hope you liked it 💜

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drama--universe · 7 months

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Adopted

Requested by anonymous: Heyoooo! So I'll try the children's reader 😊 headcanons Zewu Jun, Lianfang Zun and a trio from Yi City started caring for a homeless child?

Pairing: Untamed boys x child!reader

Lan Xichen:

he's in a town when he finds you

the juniors were walking through the market, smiling from ear to ear when they passed the stalls

Xichen just trailed behind them, a soft smile on his own face

until he noticed something

rather someone

you were a small child, your frame thin and covered in dirt and your hair long and unkept

he pauses, looking around to find a possible parent or guardian

when unable to find one, he approaches you carefully

he's careful to not spook you and kneels down to show that he means no harm, holding out his hand

you looked scared, but also curious as you took a small step back

Xichen could see the wheels in your head turning, knowing full well that you were weighing your options

you choose to take his hand

and Xichen felt shivers up his spine as he realized how thin you actually were

your hand felt thin, almost like it just bones

the first he does is get some food, more specifically some bread

not too much, just enough to make sure that your stomach would stop growling

"eat slowly"

you nodded as you grabbed the bread from the man's hands, slowly munching on the treat

Xichen took the chance to ask your age

you held up seven fingers

and Xichen feels bad again

because you definitely didn't look seven

rather four or five years old thanks to your small frame

when he asks you about your parents, he watches as your expression drops

before tears start running down your face

he comforts you before explaining that he lost his parents too

he doesn't know if it helps, but you push yourself against him while crying in his robes

he doesn't care for the looks of others as he carries you into the inn and to his room

you're fast asleep already

he takes you to Gusu Lan

although some don't agree to just bring in a child that had no known origin, Xichen is always quick to refute them by listing off the rules

"help those in need if possible"

the first thing he does is clean you up

he makes sure that the dirt is scrubbed off your body, your wounds are cleaned and your hair is back to normal

(he assumes it to be normal anyway, he doesn't know if it is healthy or not since he doesn't know the last time that you washed your hair)

when you're fully clean, he dries and dresses you

the robes are slightly too big, but it was just for now

you're asleep by the time he gets back to his room

laying on his bed, curled up in the pillow

Xichen just covers you with a blanket before making his own make-shift bed on the ground

when he wakes up the next day, you are curled up against his side

he can't help but hug you softly, watching as you just cuddled closer to him

he didn't know where you came from or who you exactly were, but he'd take care of you

Jin Guangyao:

he found you when he was kicked out of the brothel

you were two, maybe three years old

left behind

normally, he wouldn't care

but he saw himself in you

left behind to rot by your parents

he basically adopts you as his younger sister

takes care of you, even if it means that he has no food for the evening

surprisingly, he really does care for you

in his own way, of course

when you get older, he is quick to teach you some useful skills

lying, manipulating, stealing, etc.

he's also quick to teach you to only use it on others, not on him

you're a quick learner, using your age as an advantage to get what you wanted

Guangyao feels proud as he saw what you could achieve on your own

be sure that you get roped into his own plans for the future

but all that aside, he is really attached to you

he is often by your side, no matter where you go

and he makes sure that you are accepted by others

but with his own reputation, this is rather difficult

you don't seem to care, you're a loner at this point

so he focuses on his plan instead of you

but every night, he'd come back to take care of you

he'd make sure you would be safe until the end of his plans

he didn't mind risking others, but you were not just someone

you were his sister and he'd die for you

Yi City Trio:

it had been the three of them for awhile now

nobody else was around while they stayed in Yi City

until one day, someone was dragged into the city

courtesy of Xue Yang

how did you get there?

once again, thanks to Xue Yang

he had found you during a walk around the market

you were laid down on the ground, thin form covered in dirt

your hands were bleeding, scrapes and cuts littering your skin

and you were unconscious

he watched as a man lifted you before carelessly tossing you aside to clear the road

he watched carefully, waiting for anyone to help you

but no one did

he inched closer with care, almost like a lion stalking its prey

when close enough, he softly pushed your form with his foot

you don't stir, so he assumes your dead

then he notices that you're breathing

and for some reason, he can't seem to walk away

so he throws you over his shoulder before setting off

weirdly enough, no one actually stops him from doing so

when he gets back, he approaches Xingchen before laying you down

"Help them."

Xingchen is kind enough to follow the request

Xue Yang is a bit surprised once again with how easily Xingchen does this task while being blind

A-Qing notices you later and her eyes widen slightly in shock

she's not that good at acting like she's blind, or at least Xue Yang thinks so

surprisingly, she lowers herself and gently raised her hand to your head

you wake up in a few hours

when you do it is quite a sight to behold

your head is laid in someone's lap, when you look up you spot a woman who is asleep

raising yourself up from her lap, you noticed two men

one dressed in white and one in black

the latter one was clearly asleep, head thrown back against an empty wagon

the one in white was not asleep

not that you could really tell thanks to the cloth on his eyes

it was only due to the fact that he was slowly pacing

you didn't mean to startle him as you spoke, but he did flinch slightly before relaxing

he turns around, face turned in your direction as he nodded for you to continue

when asked by where you were, he was quick to give you an answer

and when you asked if you could stay with them, he was just as quick to tell you yes

you basically are a family from that point on

a happy family of four

you just hoped this wouldn't change...

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ikeromantic · 3 months

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Hi. I just found your blog and love your writing. Could I request:

Tavern

Gilbert

Red hot (or gingerbread, whatever seems best for you )

I figured he'd like to tease MC in public.

Thanks 😊

This one came out more gingerbread than red hot. Maybe even shading toward eggnog. I hope you enjoy ^_^ Approx. 1000 words of a teasing Gilbert. IkePri New Years Event story!

Gilbert sat down next to the little rabbit and settled back on the padded wood bench. This was a decent tavern she’d selected. Warm, lively but not rough. The floor and tables were clean, and it smelled of stew and beer and fresh bread.

“So. Umm. This is a place the princes sometimes go to drink.” Emma gestured nervously to their surroundings.

He set his chin in his hand and fixed her with his scarlet gaze. “Do you come here to drink with princes often?” Though it was foolish, he felt a slight prick of jealousy at the idea.

She shook her head. “No. I mean, once or maybe twice? Jin and Leon recommended it.”

“Interesting.”

The barmaid stopped at their table and when her eyes landed on Gilbert, they went wide. “W-what can I g-get for you?”

Gilbert gestured for Emma to order. It would be informative to see what she thought he liked. That, and the barmaid might faint if he addressed her directly. Oh the perils of reputation.

“Two mugs of mulled wine, please.” She glanced at him from the corner of her eye as if looking for a reaction.

He didn’t give her one. His smile didn’t shift in the slightest, but he was curious why she’d ordered the same for both of them. It could signal that she felt they were equals here. Or perhaps the spiced wine was very good here. Or something else entirely. Gilbert felt a little thrill at this new phase of the hunt.

“They have good food here too, if you’re hungry,” Emma told him. She set her hands primly in her lap, trying to project a calm demeanor. That wouldn’t do at all.

Gilbert let his knee bump hers lightly under the table, and noted the way her eyes widened. Rather than move his leg, he let it rest against hers. Surprisingly she didn’t move away either. But at the warm, gentle pressure of his thigh against hers, Emma’s cheeks went adorably hot.

“Is that so? What would you recommend? I’m in the mood for a bite of rabbit.” His smile was wide and a little predatory.

She gave a start, and then nodded. “Umm. Ok. Well . . . they have rabbit stew here. I don’t know if it’s any good, but we could -”

Gilbert leaned over and settled his chin on her shoulder. “I don’t want stew.”

“O-oh.” Her pulse was beating fast. He could see it in her throat, a slight flutter beneath her skin. He wondered what it would feel like against his lips, what she might taste of. Emma cleared her throat, and did her best to pretend she couldn’t feel his breath on her cheek. “S-something else then?”

“Sure.” He let his chin inch a little closer to her along the line of her shoulder.

She looked toward the front of the tavern, where the menu was written in large chalked letters on a slate board. “They - they have, umm, rabbit fr-fricasse?”

“I don’t think so.” His lips nearly brushed her skin. From here he could feel her heartbeat through her skin, and the catch in her breath. He leaned back, releasing her without taking what he really wanted.

Emma frowned. “Then what? I’m sure you can just tell them what you want and they’ll make it. I can’t just keep guessing.”

The waitress came with their drinks. Pewter mugs full of warm spiced red wine. It smelled of honey and roses, sweet and intoxicating.

Gilbert let the cup heat his hands, but didn’t drink. Emma, however, had no compunctions. She blew across the steaming surface and took a little sip, her eyes closing with pleasure.

“It’s so good!” She sighed happily. “Did you taste yours yet?” There was so much joy in her, he thought.

“I’m letting it cool off.”

Emma shrugged. “Suit yourself. But it’s best when you drink it hot. It warms you up all the way.”

Gilbert cocked his head. “All the way?” He slid one of his wine-warmed hands down to rest on her leg. “You still feel a little chilly to me . . .”

“W-well maybe not my legs.” She wriggled a bit on the bench, but still didn’t move away or try to remove his hand.

He let his hand stroke gently up her thigh, enjoying the firm softness of her, even through her dress. “Maybe I should help. I wouldn’t want my lovely hostess to be cold.”

Emma made a little choked sound, somewhere between denial and a sigh of pleasure. “Not. Cold.” She took another sip of her wine.

“Your face is certainly warm.” He leaned closer again, as if studying her flushed cheeks and wide eyes. “Maybe that’s from the wine?”

“Yes. I-it’s very good. You should t-taste it?” Emma gestured to the mug.

Gilbert’s smile widened. “Well, if you insist. Of course I will.” And then he let his lips brush hers. A light touch, just enough to taste a hint of sweetness on them and the sharp tang of the wine.

She melted into his touch, her lips pressed to his, parting. Her hand clutching his coat.

He meant to pull away, just to tease, but her eager response took him by surprise. And it was not in his nature to retreat from a victory. Gilbert’s tongue flicked between her parted lips, and he let go of the wine to pull her close.

Her mouth tasted of wine and honey, and the prickling heat of cinnamon and cloves. And beneath that, another sweetness that was all her own. Gilbert’s eye fluttered closed as he let himself indulge. She was more intoxicating than any liquor, and her kiss made him drunk with her.

It was hard to care about where they were or who might be watching. For a moment, Gilbert let himself forget and just be. A man kissing a woman, a man in . . . love?

He broke the kiss and let go.

Emma’s breath was unsteady, her cheeks flushed and her eyes hotter still. There was so much passion there, and surprise. She put a hand to her mouth, fingers resting lightly on her lips as if she wasn’t sure what had just happened.

“You’re right,” Gilbert grinned. “The wine is very good. And so is the rabbit.”

#ikemen prince #ikepri #ikepri Gilbert #gilbert von obsidian #fanfiction #fanfic #otome #otome guys #light spice

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shijieswife · 3 months

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shijie who finds comfort in the kitchen, in the rocking motion of a knife and sizzling of a pan. who finds something she loves, something that fills her head.

shijie, who teaches her didis how to cook, something she had to learn from videos and their cooks, something beneath them. who cooks with a-ying, with a-cheng supervising in the background, peeling garlic. who gives her a-die food that he always eats, no matter how experimental or bad, with a smile.

shijie, who has a handwritten recipe book, splattered with batter and flour, running ink, filled with different cakes and sweets. who lets a-cheng chose which one that her and a-ying make. who watches in delight as muqin smiles softly at her as she eats her sweets, only fondly telling her she shouldnt be slaving away in the kitchen all day, this time.

shijie, who secretly grows tired of the beratements and mocking. shijie, who grows forlorn over the cookies she baked for jin zixuan thrown in the trash, in front of her, in front of everyone. who stops cooking for others out of love, now out of duty. shijie, who only finds peace in the kitchen, now, when a-ying sees her, truly, and guides her gently away from the fried rice that a-cheng wanted. from the soup her a-die loves, after a fight with muqin. muqins favourite cake, an appeasement. and finishes them, as she watches and supervises.

shijie, who, after moving half a country away for school, relearns her love for cooking. who learns to do things for herself - she makes her favourite soup. she cuts her hair to the length she'a always wanted, dyes it. who secretly enrolls in a culinary school. who stops talking to her muqin and lets a-ying stay in her apartment.

shijie, who bumps into jin zixuan. shijie, who starts a genuine friendship with the matured version of a boy she moved on from. shijie, who gets a poorly made cookies shoved at her, before jin zixuan runs away with a red face. who relearns her love language of gifts with cooking, as she makes her boyfriend bread he can take home for his apartment.

shijie, who now teaches her son and nephew how to make a-yings favourite soup for his birthday, something she has never told another soul a part from her didis, not even her husband or brother in law. ("its a family secret, lingling, yuanyuan" she whispers, finger to her smiling lips, as two out of five of her favourite boys stifle their giggles with their hands.)

#mdzs #modern mdzs #mdzs au #jiang yanli

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eventinelysplayground · 2 months

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A Mother's Touch

It's March 5 today and we know what that means, it's the 1st princes Birthday! So Happy Birthday to him and here is a story for it. I'd like to say this is a happy story but that wasn't the inspo I had so, it's one that will hit you in the feels. That said if you're currently grieving a more recent death maybe give it a skip for now. Jin remembers the last birthday that he had with his mother. WC approx 688.

The last of the snow had finally vanished leaving the ground muddy and cold. Down a worn path walked a single figure one hand shoved into his pocket and a bouquet of flowers in the other. The figure came to a halt in the corner of a mass grave before a tiny tombstone.

“Hi Mom, I brought these for you.”

Jin knelt down and placed the flowers gingerly beside the tombstone before sighing and rubbing a hand along the back of his neck.

“I know I haven't come to see you in a while but things have been a little busy lately. How about I get comfy and tell you all about it?”

Jin took off his coat and set it on the ground then took a seat on it bringing his knees up and resting his arms across them.

“Emma had the baby a few months ago, he has her eyes and my hair. Louder than his big brother and sister were though that's for sure, biggest appetite too!

Emma's doing just fine, it amazes me every time you know? She told me once she wanted to get stronger for me and boy did she ever!”

A tender smile spread across Jin's face as he talked. He talked for quite a while telling his Mom about anything that came to mind but especially about her grandchildren and daughter in law and just how happy he was.

Jin came to a lull in his update and laced his fingers together while looking up at the clear sky. After several minutes of silence he cleared his throat and resumed.

“Hey Mom? I actually had a specific reason for coming here today. See I haven't been doing so well these last few days, Emma noticed of course and we thought maybe me coming to see you would help. Now don't worry, nothing's wrong with any of us, it's just….”

Jin trailed off staring silently into the sky, his mouth feeling oddly dry.

“It was Emmett's birthday yesterday Mom, his sixth birthday. It was a great party, Emma made his cake while Yves made everything else. The kid had such a feast and he was surrounded by his family and friends. I should have been happy but, it got me thinking about the last birthday I had with you. Do you remember it Mom?”

Jin finally looked back down at the tiny gravestone, a sad fondness lighting up his eyes.

“You had already gotten sick by then. I was so worried about you I wasn't even thinking about my birthday but you remembered it for me. Even back then I could charm the ladies real well, the old lady I helped out most of the day paid me a bit extra so I got bread and cheese that night to eat. I got home and you were sitting up in bed with a big smile on your face. You praised me for all my hard work as I told you about my day over dinner.

Then when we were done eating you pulled out a handkerchief tied with a bow and handed it to me. I don't know how I looked but I must have looked pretty confused because you laughed at me, told me ‘don't just stare at it sweety open it’. There was a lollipop inside it, a big blue one. I remember I was amazed at its color. Then you drew me into the biggest hug and told me ‘Happy Birthday my sweet boy’ while smiling at me.”

Jin's voice cracked on those last words as his tears threatened to spill over.

“That night was the most I had seen you smile in a long time and it made that lollipop taste so much sweeter.”

Jin reached out and rested a big hand on top of the tiny gravestone.

“I wish you could be here with us, but since you can't I'll just keep making sure that Emma and our kids get to have the life you and I never did.”

Jin’s tears fell silently and for the briefest moment he could swear he felt his mother's gentle touch wiping them away.

#ikemen prince #ikepri #ikemen prince jin #ikepri jin #jin grandet #ikemen prince fanfiction #ikepri fanfic

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thebangtancloud · 2 years

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Can we get a part two of the “He finds out you're pregnant”? Maybe after they break up or after reader gives birth? 🙏🏻

He finds out you're pregnant (Part 2) ~ BTS Reactions

Genre: Angst, Fluff?

Part 1 || BTS Reactions Masterlist || Masterlist

A/n: Wow there were so many requests for part 2 with various outcomes! I've tried my best to write a suitable ending but some won't have happy endings and we might just have to live with that hahaha. Happy Reading!

P.S. writing Jin's version had me in tears laughing cuz that's the same way I behaved when I met my dick of a father years after he left us LMAO serves him right

Kim Namjoon:

Namjoon had always been quite good at math. Quick and efficient, he could almost always calculate complex calculations in his mind faster than most. So it was only natural that he kept track of how long ago you told him you were pregnant.

You dropped the bomb on his head eleven months ago. When you were 1 month pregnant. Nine months on average to carry a child in the womb.

That would mean that you've already given birth to a baby who was now three months.

Sure, he was good at math.

But he was horrible at doing anything about it.

Sometimes Namjoon wishes that he texted you before you gave birth, or even after - or even during the whole period to be honest. But he didn't. He was too afraid to look like a coward.

A coward because he wanted to know how you were doing and to see if you've given birth to a baby boy or a baby girl, but too afraid to commit.

And he had always applauded you for being the complete opposite of him. So when he opened your text one day, he didn't complain. He simply stared.

Stared at the picture for what felt like hours - which it could have been - but Namjoon didn't mind.

It didn't even strike him, the question. Why would you send him a picture of your child? Of his child?

After almost a year of no contact?

With absolutely no context?

But Namjoon didn't complain.

Because the little girl in the picture looked very tiny, almost as though she would fit straight in his palm snuggly. The baby - his daughter - looked away at something that was probably distracting her, eyes wide in fascination and mouth open with little babbling sounds that Namjoon could almost hear right through the picture.

She looked carefree. With no worry evident on her face, her beautiful face.

She probably wouldn't even understand what an ass of a father she has, but then again, her mother would've never made her feel the absence of a father figure in her life, Namjoon was sure of that.

Would this beautiful little girl grow up and lose the light in her eyes and the life in her smile when she slowly realizes that she doesn't have a father?

Namjoon wouldn't know.

Because he doesn't want to. He doesn't want this princess to ever stop grinning the way she was in the picture you had sent him.

So without much thought, Namjoon exhaled and pressed the call button next to your contact.

He was going to suck it up and be the father that he should have been.

Kim Seokjin:

Seokjin was a beautiful young man.

Yoongi would probably snort at the young part, but there was no denying that the man was one of God's walking masterpieces.

Jin would always brag to the members that the day he has a child, it would be the most beautiful child in the world. That was how much he trusted his precious genes.

So it was only obvious when Jin's eyes landed on the little girl who walked up to him that he bent over in pain, wheezing and choking over the piece of bread crust that had lodged itself in his airway because he gasped too hard mid-swallow.

"You're my father," the girl simply stated, pointing a finger into Jin's forearm.

Yoongi couldn't get his eyes off of the girl either, silently setting his spoon down and watching the scene unfold in front of him. A part of him wanted to slide Jin's glass of water closer to the man who was literally in tears, but Yoongi decided it was about time he suffered.

"I've seen a picture of you on my mum's phone," she continued tentatively when Jin swallowed and heaved out a sigh of relief, watery eyes staring back at the girl in shock.

"She told me you were her friend, but because of you, her life changed forever because now she has me."

The girl could be - what? Six? Seven?

She couldn't be younger - nor older - than that, with a stunning black coat over her white dress, dark brown hair parted to the side and held back with a butterfly clip. Her eyes were sharp yet kind, Jin noticed, something that she could only get from you.

"We saw you in the church, by the way," she spoke, briefly making eye contact with Yoongi and flashing him a gorgeous smile. Yoongi looked innocent in her eyes, but not Jin. Jin was going to be the victim of her attack today.

"It's funny to see you in church," her eyebrows lifted suggestively, "but I insisted that I met you. Mum said no, but I'm quite stubborn, I suppose I get that from you."

Jin couldn't speak a word. How could he?

"Anyway, I wanted you to see how great of a job my mum has done in raising me, and all you need to know is that I'm so glad you chose not to support her. I wouldn't want to grow up to be like you."

Yoongi's jaw dropped, just like Jin. He almost wanted to laugh at the man, but Yoongi too was too shocked to react. A distant honk caught his attention, and though Jin couldn't take his eyes off of his daughter, Yoongi turned to see you waiting in the car.

"Hope you have a great day, Mr. WWH, World Wide Horrible."

And Jin definitely had to have a word with his genes because he didn't think his attitude would be one to pass on to his child.

Min Yoongi:

Yoongi suddenly remembers the day he asked you to leave his house. He was numb, walking robotically to his car and thanking his lucky stars that he didn't meet with an accident on the way to Hoseok's place.

He drank much more than he should have that night. Threw up all of Hoseok's couch and didn't bother apologizing. He also told Hoseok everything that happened. And as much as Hoseok was mad about his precious white leather couch, he was even more disappointed in Yoongi.

There was not much he could tell Yoongi, even a few days later when he sobered up and finally walked out of his room for a breath of fresh air. Hoseok simply stood still beside his hyung, wordlessly letting his disappointment radiate off of his tense shoulders.

Yoongi remembered that day clearly because it was one of the few occasions someone felt disappointed in him.

And even if that day was four years ago, Yoongi wouldn't forget it because he finally found himself in Hoseok's place. Disappointed in himself. Looking at himself as though a third person was, a shameful scowl on his face when he finally saw what a jerk he had been.

"...doesn't mean that I want you to be the mother of my child."

Yoongi almost slapped himself in the face when he remembered the words that he so easily spat at you that day. Why? Because all of a sudden, he knew. Yoongi knew that there could be no better mother to his child than you.

"Hello."

The young boy raised a hand to wave at Yoongi. With twitching fingers, Yoongi somewhat waved back, laughing internally at how pathetic he looked.

The little boy was dressed so smartly that it almost left Yoongi zapped. A plaid shirt tucked into his beige trousers, a little hat sitting atop his head and tiny tufts of brown hair peeking out from the corners. He wore a lovely pair of brown boots, one of the laces appearing to be loose, which had Yoongi bending down onto his knee before he could stop himself.

"Wouldn't want you to fall," Yoongi lamely murmured in explanation, briefly looking up into the boy's eyes to see them twinkle under the effect of his brilliant smile.

"Thank you, uncle!"

Yoongi's fingers froze for a fraction of a second.

Uncle.

The man cleared his throat, an embarrassed chuckle buzzing through his chest as he finally tightened the boy's shoelaces, standing up with a groan and dusting off his pants.

"So, pretty boy, where's your mom?"

The boy smiled even brighter, turning to point towards the little shop that he had run out of not too long ago.

"She's buying a cake for daddy's birthday party tonight!"

He didn't think you'd still remember his birthday, but was he complaining?

Definitely not.

Jung Hoseok:

"Uh...hey."

"Hi."

Hoseok's toes curled within his shoes at the awkward silence that followed. He didn't know how to break the ice, flashbacks of the last time he spoke to you over the phone leaving him flustered and embarrassed.

"How're you?"

"Good," you replied tightly. "You?"

"I'm okay," he offered in response.

"Okay..."

Clearing his throat, Hoseok adjusted the phone closer to his ear, sitting up straighter and acknowledging the sheen of sweat that had formed over his upper lip.

"How's...uh," he trailed off, not knowing if it was appropriate to continue.

"Good," you answered. "It's a girl."

"Oh," he nodded lamely, suddenly losing every bit of confidence that he had mustered up before calling you.

"That's nice."

"Yeah," you answered.

"What's her name?"

"I've named her Hope."

Hoseok swallowed painfully. "Oh... that's uh, that's beautiful."

You stayed quiet on the other side of the phone, silently fidgeting with the edge of your shirt.

"Why did you call me, Hoseok?"

The man was at a loss for words. He knew why he called you, but somehow he found it difficult to word it. Some part of him expected you to never pick up, another part of him thought you'd lash out at him and shout at him because he totally deserves it.

Never did he actually think that you'd end up being almost decent and would reveal to him that you had a daughter.

"I just called to see if you were doing alright," he explained in a quiet murmur. "It's been a while."

"It has," you acknowledged. "A year, almost."

"I've been, uh..." Hoseok gulped anxiously, not knowing how to continue. "I've been feeling really horrible about the whole thing, y'know?"

"Ah, is it?"

"Yeah," he nodded meekly. "I ran away like a coward, but I spoke to Yoongi hyung a few months ago when I couldn't deal with the guilt any longer."

"Mhm."

"Not just because I avoided you and behaved so badly with you. I regret ruining our friendship. What we had was pure, and I hate that we barely talk anymore. I hate that because of me, you lost so many more people. The boys miss you a lot."

"I know, I met up with them recently," you said.

Hoseok's brows uplifted in surprise. "You did?"

"Yeah, Yoongi, Jimin, and Jungkook came over to meet the little one."

"Oh," he suddenly frowned. "I didn't know."

"Yeah, well," you laughed awkwardly. "Not something that concerns me too much."

Hoseok finally exhaled shakily, closing his eyes and deciding to just go with it.

"Can I meet you?"

The silence that followed had Hoseok holding his breath in fear.

Almost after half a minute, you sighed deeply.

"My daughter just woke up, Hobi. I'll call you later."

And there were more positive sides to your response than there were negative. Avoidance to his question but a promise to call him back. A name he hadn't heard from your mouth in God knows how long. Hoseok would hold onto that hope.

Park Jimin:

It was almost like those scenes that you see in the movies. A man magically becomes close to a child and later finds out that he's the father. As funny as it sounds, Jimin almost broke to pieces the moment he knew that the little boy that he'd play with in the garden every weekend was his own son.

Jimin had been running late one fine day. He'd spent the night playing video games and ended up sleeping through his alarm and the loud bangs against his door when his manager and driver arrived to pick him up.

With all that said, Jimin reached the company building two hours late, profusely apologizing and offering to begin the practice on an empty stomach. Because of that, he ended up leaving work an hour late, and although he was extremely tired, he made a dash down to the little garden that he usually walks to, to play with his little friend.

Jimin's smile was like no other. It was almost magical, the way the tiredness left his body when his eyes landed on the young boy sitting alone on the swing, patiently waiting for his pink-haired friend to arrive.

But then he saw you.

He almost didn't recognize you when his eyes first caught sight of a woman walking towards the swing with open arms, watching inquisitively as the boy jumped off and darted towards the woman that he called out, "Mama!"

Jimin failed, not once - when he left you before. But again, when he left his son.

Jimin couldn't help but run away once more, the tears already streaming down and the pain in his heart appearing to be so heavy that it actually made him slide down against his car door and hold his hands over his mouth to muffle his cries.

How could he face the boy who had taken such a great liking to him? How could he, when there were such great chances of him accidentally meeting you in the process?

Jimin didn't have many answers.

He was heartbroken.

But the moment his eyes held his son's gaze once again, three weeks later - Jimin knew that there was no turning back.

Jimin thought the boy would be angry at him for just disappearing without a word. He thought the little boy would be filled with malice against the man he didn't know was his own father.

But there wasn't a hint of hatred on his precious little face.

Just happy eyes squinting into crescents as he raced towards Jimin with arms wide open.

"You're finally here! I missed you so much!"

And Jimin didn't bother hiding the first tear that slipped out of his eye onto the boy's shirt when he held him close to his chest, bare knees touching the soft sand on the playground as he knelt and trembled with regret.

"I'm sorry, little guy," he murmured into his son's shoulder.

"I won't leave again, I promise."

Kim Taehyung:

Taehyung was never a man to go back on his word. He promised to not run away like a coward when you told him that you were pregnant, and he never did.

He stayed, which was something you were eternally grateful for.

Just not the way you thought he would.

Along with the promise to be by your side throughout everything, Taehyung had also worded his opinion about the two of you being too young to raise a child and that he wasn't too sure he wished to tie himself to you that way.

So Taehyung stayed - but as a friend.

As absurd as it sounded to you, you'd rather have him be there with you as a friend than not have him at all. The concept of becoming a father was something Taehyung thought was beautiful but was quick to realize that it was quite scary now that it was actually happening.

You noticed him panicking much more than he ever did, random bursts of anxiety ripping through him which left not just you, but Taehyung himself dumbfounded.

Taehyung had begun to feel cornered, the promise of being by your side leaving him feeling obligated to you instead of genuinely wishing to support you throughout the entire journey.

So both of you thought that it would be best if he behaved as a friend instead.

Taehyung felt his first signs of relief in ways he couldn't explain, sudden happiness knowing that he wasn't tied to you in a way that kept him stuck. He was able to be more present, spending evenings with you just talking like how you would when you both were just friends.

He never crossed the line. He never once touched you in a way a friend wouldn't. And as much as he wished he had, he chose not to be a part of your happiness when you felt your baby kick for the first time.

He just couldn't.

But all of a sudden, the line that he had drawn for himself began to blur because all he could feel was fear when you hurt yourself.

It wasn't intentional, but Taehyung didn't know that. As much as a crowd doesn't have a brain, Taehyung soon understood that it doesn't have eyes either.

Taehyung had the man who accidentally pushed you down a short flight of stairs in a headlock, face red in anger and a vein standing up along the length of his neck.

"HOW DARE YOU LAY YOUR HAND ON MY WOMAN?!"

The people were surprisingly helpful, a few women surrounding you when you held your bump in pain, two men choosing to hold Taehyung back from murdering the apologetic man right there.

Twenty minutes in and Taehyung was sobbing beside you, holding your hand to his chest and praying that you and your baby would be safe.

He almost didn't let the doctors take you into the operation theatre, insisting that he couldn't leave your side even for a moment.

"I'm the father of the child!" He pleaded desperately, holding the doctor's knees and begging him to let him go with you.

"I can't lose her! Please!"

Unlike in the movies, the doctor didn't actually let him in. He was held back by a few nurses while the surgeon walked into the O.T. to take care of you instead of the mess of a man that had fallen to the floor in a fit of hysterics.

That episode gave Taehyung the scare of his life. He had no option but to sob in regret when he finally acknowledged the streak of possessiveness that he felt towards you - something he used to feel during the initial days of your relationship with him.

Taehyung was overwhelmed with sudden fear. Fear of losing you. Fear of failing to be the figure that not only you but also your baby needed. Fear of making the wrong decision of drawing a line between the two of you.

And when the doctors finally walked out to explain the situation to him, Taehyung was first by your side even though a nurse offered to take him to see his newborn.

"I'm so proud of you," he murmured in a broken whisper, running a hand over your head and placing the softest kiss on your crown.

"I'm so sorry I wasn't there for you. I'm so sorry I couldn't protect you. I'm so sorry that I didn't tell you this any sooner."

He gingerly wiped away the tear that splattered onto your cheek.

"I love you. I always have and I always will."

Jeon Jungkook:

Jungkook wondered if it was possible for a person to simply disappear off of the face of this earth. As overexaggerated as that statement might sound, Jungkook couldn't find you anywhere.

It took him a week after he spoke with you to come to his senses. It wasn't like he automatically regretted telling you to give up the baby because he didn't want to be a part of your life in that way. No, Jungkook first felt the reality hit him.

He got someone pregnant.

He was now a father to an unborn child, whether he liked it or not.

So instead of speaking to any of his members, Jungkook took a short break and traveled back home to be with his mother. He told her everything and cried when she looked away in disappointment.

Of course, as much as Jungkook refused to believe it, his entire family harbored the old school of thought and were quite orthodox when it came to such situations. So even though Jungkook understood that it was a natural reaction that he should've expected from his mother, he didn't even think she'd be disappointed in him for not being a man.

"That was very low of you," she spoke under her breath, almost ashamed of saying it.

"I didn't think I raised you up that way, Jungkook-ah."

"What do I do, eomma?"

He placed his head over her lap, craving a touch of comfort and reassurance.

"You go back," she stated as plainly as possible. "Take responsibility for what you've done."

And so he did.

The only thing - he couldn't find you.

Your social media accounts had been deactivated and your phone was picked up by an old lady who stated that she recently registered for a new phone number on which he had called.

Jungkook traveled for weeks on foot, wandering the streets of Korea in search of you, hoping that his eyes would somehow catch sight of you in a crowd or in a taxi that he swore he'd chase down if he did indeed see you in there.

He just wanted to apologize, Jungkook thought to himself. He figured that when he finds you, he'd first apologize for the way he behaved with you. After that, he'd vow to be responsible, in any way that you allowed him to.

But he couldn't find you.

As weird as it sounded, Jungkook kept experiencing this nagging feeling within his gut - you were near.

It got him turning around in the middle of the street or running out of a restaurant leaving his half-eaten meal there, trying to look for you.

This happened for a total of three months until Jungkook finally collapsed against the sidewalk and placed his can of beer beside his foot haphazardly, pulling out his phone and staring at the contact that now belonged to someone else.

He didn't bother deleting it, because it was something about you that he wanted to hold close. He remembered the day he memorized your phone number, proudly bragging about it to you and his members because it was one of the first things about you that he had managed to write on the tablet of his heart.

Jungkook didn't really cry because he felt horrible. He cried because he was desperate. He just wanted to feel you once more, and if he couldn't find you, he'd stop.

Maybe even the heavens wished for it to be that way.

So with a shaky breath, he called the same number again, his overthinking brain quickly rehearsing the lines he'd recite to the old lady when she picks up.

The sound of the call being answered had Jungkook holding his breath, his eyes fluttering closed in a painful memory that flashed across his mind.

You'd always pick up his phone with a giggle, followed by calling him a random thing that you happened to see at that moment.

"What's up, boba tea?"

A sad chuckle breezed through his throat. The things he'd do to hear you greet him that way one last time.

"I'm so sorry for calling this late," he began in a broken whisper, not wanting to irritate the lady on the other end of the call. "I just wanted to..."

"You'll just never give up, will you?"

And there was just nothing that could compare to the feeling of hearing your voice after all those months.

Surprise Serotonin Boost!

A/n: I've always wanted to attach a link to something that has brought a smile to my face (or even made me cry lol) so that we could interact much more!! Hopefully, we could laugh/cry together during this wonderful journey.

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ask-the-rcp-crew · 6 months

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Here's the characters I will ask or answer as: Helly (aka green helicopter boi) Amber (Ambulance person :D) Roy (Knuckles but a firetruck) Poli (Sonic but a police officer/car) and Jin! (The person I wanna hit sometimes- aka the only human as well)

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Welcome to the broomstown rescue team!

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Oh right, Rules:

- no weird asks >:[

- No being aggressive

-Be nice to the mod!

- Don't be homophobic or racist on here!

That's all!!

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So here's the color for each member and mod!

Poli: Blue

Roy: Red

Amber: Pink

Helly: Green

Jin: Orange

Mod Bread: Purple or just normal/without color

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~Update log~

°•We will randomly hold events!

°• Y'all can send oneshot requests now!! I have motivation finally

•°More lore coming...i don't know when!

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Event(s)

None lmao

[ Amber Can answer stuff as she's not busy atm ]

[ Helly can answer stuff ]

[ Poli is fine so he also answer ]

[ Roy is fine, there's nothing wrong with him! So he can answer stuff! ]

[ Jin can answer stuff ]

New mod: no one

Parental figure and/or person I look up to: apparently no one, anymore.

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Mod notes:

Gonna be redoing this WHOLE thing soon!

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acc(s) run by bread:

@stupidpieceofbread main acc

@solveroftheabsolutefabric-cyn the Cyn blog!

@the-smiling-critters (I think that's the one I run?)

@ask-catnap the CatNap blog I own!

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About the oneshots requests:

Here's what I will write for:

- Angst (I'm good at it, I think)

- Some non- angst/happy stuff lol

- Horror, if y'all can think of something

Here's what I won't write for:

- NSFW (ew, why)

- Any other gross shit like that

- Sadly, I won't be doing ships (that ask I answered may explain why)

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Will be making separate post for the oneshot thing too dw

#robocar poli

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lillsisamarshmallow · 5 months

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Working Boys (10)

Summary: With the 7 Hybrids working in her café, Y/n is not surprised by the shenanigan's that ensue, Y/n grows closer with some of the Hybrids as they adjust to this new life of living together.

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Warnings: So much fluff, Let me know if I missed any!

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"Jungkook! Stop drinking all the banana milk." Jin yelled from the kitchen as a guilty Jungkook quickly raced to the other side, hiding something behind his back, his bunny ears were standing tall atop his head as his face quickly scrunched up in a smile. The room smelt like fresh biscuits and sweet strawberries from all the baking, I giggled at the sight from my chair in the corner, I had been banished from helping out and was being kept in the corner on one of the spare chairs, thankfully, the boys went through the effort of getting me some cushions. So far, the boys were doing...okay, they had some trouble, but they were trying their best, I was still able to give them instructions and Seoyeon was working too so she could help them as well, though she didn’t seem overly happy about it.

'Yah! You can’t t keep drinking it all. They're for the customers and unless you’re paying, you aren't a customer!" Jin said whilst holding a spatula which he used to point at Jungkook in a threatening manner, Jungkook's ears seemed to twitch before he looked over at me, I just shrugged before looking over to Jin, I gave a slight nod of my head letting the boys know that while I wasn't mad about Jungkook taking the milk, Jin still had a point, and I didn't want Jungkook to go overboard and go bananas on the banana milk. Jungkook settled down before Yoongi came in so they could swap places, they did that every so often, but Jin usually stayed in the kitchen since he was the best cook, Namjoon was banned, and Taehyung refused and said he wants to stay out there.

Jungkook gave me a little wave before he walked through the door and out to the counter. Yoongi walked over to the table and picked up an apron which he then put on as he was walking around seeing what needed to be done before picking up some bread buns which he quickly got started on cutting.

"How're you feeling Y/n?"

"Oh, alright, quality rest and good food and I'm feeling fine." I said to him, he looked up at me as I spoke before going back to the buns. "I could help out you know."

"No, it's okay. You can rest for today, we've got this." He smiled his usually gummy smile before putting down the knife and walking over to the fridge, presumably to get the sandwich ingredients.

The café was fairly busy today and Seoyeon kept running back and forth from the counter to the kitchen trying to make sure everything was going fine, she occasionally gave me a playful glare before going back to work, jealous that I basically had the day off, the kitchen had a calming atmosphere and was quiet for the most part, you could just hear the chatter of people outside and the low hum of the radio, Seokjin and Yoongi were pretty silent except for the occasional ushered words between them, it was a comforting silence, the kind that could lull you to sleep, until it wasn't.

"Hey guys, we-" The voice was quickly cut off by a high pitched screaming followed by a loud thump and some clanging, I quickly turned to the door to see Hoseok on his back on the floor, there was a silver tray lying beside him and some wrapped croissants scattered around the floor, before I could ask if he was okay, someone else beat me to it.

"What's going on in here? Is Y/n-" As Jimin pushed through the door and into the kitchen he stumbles over Hoseok’s body, causing him to fall as well. Jimin fell right on top of Hoseok, causing both men to groan in pain before moving and trying to get away from each other.

"Oh my, are you both alright?" I said rushed as I stood up and made my way over to them to try and help them up, I reached out for Jimin’s hand since he was on top and did my best to pull him up, I tried to ignore the dizzy feeling that was coming over me as I hastily checked over Jimin making sure he wasn't hurt.

"I'm fine, maybe a bruise or two." Jimin groaned as he rubbed his head. "Y/n, you should really sit back down, here." He ushered as if I were a fragile puppy.

He guided me back to the chair despite my protests before turning around and helping up the other man on the kitchen floor up, Hoseok groaned as he stood to his full heights and started stretching. "Did you have to fall on me?"

"What even are you doing on the floor anyways?"

"Oh, yeah, no, I just decided to have a nap right in the middle of the kitchen, that's what happened." Hoseok sassed Jimin as he kept stretching before rolling his eyes and picking up the tray along with the croissants, one of which looked like a very unappetizing pancake due to it being squished under both men, Hoseok looked at the croissant-pancake before giving Jimin a look, I saw Jimin glance down before holding up his hands in surrender, Hoseok rolled his eyes again before lifting his hand up in what I thought was going to be a sweet apology, but instead he wacked Jimin atop the head and muttered 'idiot' under his breath before walking away to the bin.

I brought my hand up to my mouth to stifle my laughter at the situation, Jimin turned to look at me and I tried to act normal, but he saw right through me, he gave me an unamused stare before I saw something click behind his eyes and he made his way over to me with a pout.

"Y/n," He whined, extending my name as he got closer to me. "Hobi is being mean." He did an over exaggerated sigh as he slumped down in front of me, I instinctively move my hand to his head and begin running my fingers through his golden hair.

"Oh no, my poor baby." I said, playing into his act. I saw the man in question give us a quick glance before going back to what he was doing. I felt Jimin freeze slightly at my words before sighing and nudging his face into my thigh.

“Yes, your poor baby is being bullied.” He sulked. “Being bullied by an idiot who sleeps in the middle of the kitchen floor.” I felt Jimin hold back a laugh at the last part which put a smile on my face, I glanced over to Hoseok to see him glaring down at Jimin before he looked up at me, still very unamused, but I could tell he found the bit slightly funny. Jimin sat with me for a little before Jin decided to kick him out.

"Out, out, out! You can cuddle Y/n all you want when we go home, but for now, keep working." Jin said whilst pushing him out the door and I could hear them quickly give him some tasks to do out there.

The day continued to be interesting with all the little things the boys would do, but they didn't burn anything down which was great.

When we got home that afternoon, I had decided that it was time to finally get the washing done since I was running out of clean clothes and the laundry mat isn't usually busy during the week so now was a good time to get it all done.

I lugged the heavy bag of dirty clothes down the last flight of stairs leading into the laundry mat, Jungkook was behind me with his 2, much larger and fuller baskets, yet somehow he seemed to be having an easier time then me, I pushed the door open from behind and shuffled myself in backwards, I walked over to the middle of the room before standing up fully and stretching my arms.

The room was a bit hot and it was fairly stuffy, the sounds of the water sloshing around and the motors in the back of the machines filled my ears, I never liked it down here, the consistent rattling and grumbling, the dull yellowy-green wall paper that was peeling in most places, there was always someone's discarded washing on the floor, not to mention the people who leave their washing for long periods of time that start getting smelly and taking up space. I scrunch my nose up at the stale smell of the room. I looked around, checking for free washers and spotted two next to each other that were vacant, so I signalled for Jungkook to follow me over.

Thankfully next to the two free washes the one next to it had finished, I plucked the note off the front with the person’s name on it, I didn't really have to read it to know whose it was, Jiyoon's handwriting was always so neat and pretty, I could always pick it out from others, anyone would think she was trained in it. I started taking out the clothes to put into the basket she left behind and then started replacing it with my own washing whilst I thought Jungkook was doing his.

I could smell the cherry blossom fragrance flowing out from the machine and from my hands, I continued stuffing the clothes in, and I made sure to untangle anything as to not create problems.

"Okay, so now we just-" I stood up from my crouching position and wiping my hands on my pants as I did, I began speaking, but then I turned around to see that Jungkook hadn't done anything, he was sitting on the bench, swinging his feet back and forth while he looked up at the ceiling in a world of his own before moving his gaze down to me, the cute bunny smile on his face made it hard to be annoyed at him.

I sighed and rolled my eyes before moving over to put the other clothes into a washer too.

"From now on we'll do washing more frequently because this is absurd. I mean, how many clothes could you possible use in just over a week?" I grumbled while stuffing another handful of the clothes into the machine.

“What do you think it would look like to be stuck in a washing machine?” Jungkook suddenly asked.

I slowly turned my head towards him, he was staring up like he was in deep thought, his long rabbit ears were sticking straight up as opposed to their usual flat style, noticing my silence he looked down at me for a few seconds before he gave me another one of his infectious bunny smiles, I couldn’t help the smile that spread on my face at his silly question.

“You’d probably get dizzy and then projectile vomit when the door opened.”

I heard a little hum of amusement before he stopped talking, for a little while at least.

“Can we get a fish?”

“What?” I fully turned around to face the hybrid bunny, but he was already staring at me. “Why do you want a fish?”

“I dunno, they’re fun to watch, their tiny little fins and their big giant eyes-”

“We’re not getting a fish.”

“Why not?” Jungkook whined and pouted at me.

“Because we don’t need one, there’s already 8 people in the apartment, I don’t have room for a fish tank, and you have to clean them all the time, besides, every time you look at them, they won’t remember you anyways.” I said as I had finished stuffing clothes into the machine, I poured in the detergent before closing all the doors and setting the machines, the noise flooded into the room and found its own rhythm with the other machines. I stood up and walked over to Jungkook who was at the table, he was giving me his best puppy eyes and unfortunately, I’m not as girl boss as Seoyeon had led me to believe, because I immediately folded into the trap he had set.

“Sorry, but we really don’t need a fish, but we can go to the aquarium sometime if you really like them that much.” I said, trying to make him feel better, he had his head hung low so I couldn’t see the cunning smirk on his lips, I picked up his hands that were sitting in his lap and started rubbing circles on the back, now I was starting to feel bad.

“It’s okay Y/n, we don’t need the fish, I don’t want a pet that isn’t going to remember how beautiful you are.” Jungkook cooed towards me as he finally looked up at me, I was at a loss for words at what Jungkook had said and how he didn’t want a fish because of that reason.

He called me beautiful.

My brain must have malfunctioned due to the heat on my face because I was practically glowing red, I tried to look away from him and avoid eye contact, but I felt his hand make contact with my jaw before he moved my head to face him again, I stared into his eyes, I couldn’t hear the sound of the machines anymore, the sloshing water had drowned itself out, and the ugly wallpaper didn’t bother me anymore.

Jungkook slid himself off the table, making me stand back to give him room, but before I got too far away he pulled me closer and wrapped his hands around my waist, pulling our bodies together, despite the height difference he still managed to bury his face into the side of my neck, I could feel the air from his breaths fanning across my neck and down my chest, I could feel his nose was nestled on the back of my neck and his closed lips pressed against the base of my neck, his floppy ears and long hair tickled my shoulder and the top of my back.

“J-Jungkook? What are you d-doing?” I asked shuddering at the sudden close contact between us, I kept my arms to my sides, slightly lifted so his could fit under them to then wrap around me.

“I want a hug.” His muffled voice sounded, I felt his lips move against my neck and the slight rumble from his chest. Jungkook didn’t seem like he wanted to let go so I slowly raised my hands to wrap around his neck and return the hug, I could feel the pull from his lips on my neck as they formed a smile.

“Ah, I’m sorry Kookie, maybe if we get a-” Jungkook cut me off by quickly pulling away and looking at me in the eyes, he seemed a bit confused, but definitely not sad like I had thought he was.

“What did you call me?” He asked me, staring into my eyes with curiosity.

“Uh, Kookie? I thought it was a cute nickname, b-but if you don’t like it then I won’t use it.” I answered suddenly feeling as though he may not have liked it.

“No, I like it, it’s cute.” Jungkook smiled his signature bunny smile at me before pulling me back into a hug, his arms snaked around my waist again and linked with his fingers, he nestled his face back into the crook of my neck and I wrapped my arms around his neck. “I’m your Kookie.”

I smiled knowing that Jungkook liked the nickname, now that he wasn’t too upset about the fish I allowed myself to relax slightly, Jungkook’s hug came with a weird sense of calmness and warmth, probably from his abnormal body heat, he smelt like warm honey and flowers with a slight earthy tone, the scent was oddly soothing, it wasn’t very strong, but being this close to him the scent was filling my senses. I could feel his chest pressing against mine as he breathed in, it didn’t take long for the slightly awkward feeling to go away as we stood in silence, almost silence, the machines were very noisy actually so it was t very silent, but if I drowned out that noise, I could hear Jungkook’s breathing and my own, I could have stayed like this forever, but someone decided that I didn’t deserve that joy.

The door squeaked open causing me to abruptly pull away from Jungkook, not wanting anyone to find us in that position, but Jungkook didn’t seem to care much as he tried to pull me back, I was able to separate us slightly, but he kept one of his hands draped across my waist and resting on my hip. I turned to the door to see my downstairs…neighbour? Eun, walking in with her washing basket, she glanced over at us and when her eyes met mine, a scowl of disgust formed on her face and she rolled her eyes while looking away, she walked across the room and over to the far other side, I turn back to Jungkook, he was looking down at me with a smile on his face, I shifted to the side of him before propping myself onto the bench behind us, and he soon followed after.

I didn’t really know what to say so I was just kicking my feet and looking around, trying to find something else to focus on, but alas, my now fully functioning mind was not able to find a single piece of joy in the dull laundry room, so that meant I’d have to come up with something to stop my brain from melting.

"Kookie, you know how Yoongi can turn into a cat, c-can the rest of you turn into your Hybrid counter parts?" I asked him shyly.

"Yep!" He exclaimed. "We can all do it, I’m the cutest though of course." He winked at me, and I couldn’t help, but imagine the cute little bunny he’d turn into, dark brown ear, maybe his full coat was brown, or maybe he had other colours of fur, his cute little rabbit nose and adorable face.

Well, he already had that, wait- stop thinking about him like that!

I blushed at my thought before smiling at him. "That's really cool that you guys can do that, must be great if you need to hide from someone."

He hummed. "It can be, but there's always a record of our animal form in most data bases so they can identify us like that."

I didn't know that they kept that much data of hybrids.

"Oh."

"Yeah, they have a lot of rules around hybrids, things they don't have for normal people, I guess it’s so that we don't overtake the government or something." He chuckled the last part.

"Heh, yeah. Say, do you-" I got cut off mid-sentence by a thud sound, I turned to my side to see the Eun had just closed the door on her washer before she punched in the buttons angrily, she stormed past us, stomping her feet, and slammed the door behind her much like she did with the washers.

"Who beat her with a wet bag?" Jungkook mumbled and rolled his eyes, I snorted at his remark about her rudeness, her and Jung-ho add been acting strange lately, whatever, it wasn't any of my business anyways. Me and Jungkook made small talk for the rest of the time while we waited for our machines to be finished.

"There's no way that was why you-" I got interrupted by the high pitched beeping indicating that our washing was done, I walked over to the machines and opened one, checking if everything was right because it felt like we had only put the clothes on a few minutes ago, seeing that the clothes were indeed ready and that time had just flown by, I dragged my basket over and began pulling clothes out from the washer and into my basket, I heard some movement and when I turned to the side Jungkook was removing his clothes as well.

With all our clothes clean and stuffed back into the baskets we made our way back up to the apartment.

I could hear the boys behind the door as we approached the apartment. I wonder what they’re doing? I thought to myself as I hoisted the washing basket on my hip so I could open the door, I turned the key and pushed the door open before walking in, I rounded the corner and came into the kitchen area, I could see on the couch, 5 of the boys were sitting down and Jin was standing in front of them, he was making a face and scrunching up his nose and his hands were pushed into his chest.

“Oink, oink.”

“Pig!”

“It’s a Pig!”

“You’re being a pig!”

“You can't make sounds! It gives it away.”

Everyone started yelling at him, Jin’s face warped around the large open mouth smile on his face, followed by the loud laughter that came out of it, Jin bent down and slapped his hands on his knees as he continued to laugh aloud with everyone else, a smile spread on my face at how much fun they were having, I put the basket down at the end of the kitchen counter and Jungkook placed his next to them, I turned around and grabbed myself a cup of water.

“What are you guys playing?” I asked them, sipping on my water.

“You guys are back. We’re playing charades, want to join?” Hoseok asked me and Jungkook,

“Sure, should we play in teams?” I asked them while moving over to stand in the lounge room with them. “Then it can be a competition, and I can win.”

We all partnered up, it was Hoseok and Jungkook, Yoongi and Jimin, Namjoon and Jin, and Me and Taehyung. The game started out simple, and it was going really well, and then all chaos broke loose.

It was currently Taehyung turns, he got up and picked out a piece of paper, I saw his eyes go across the paper, reading whatever was written before he looked over to me and gave me a thumbs up, I subconsciously moved so I was just barely sitting in my part of the couch.

He made a box like shape with his hands before moving them to resemble an old fashion film camera, I quickly guessed the easy part before he moved on to put up 3 fingers indicating that there was 3 words, he quickly switched to holding up one finger and pinching them together.

“Uh, Small? Tiny? Mini? Pinching? Squish? Meringue?” I began firing words as to what I thought he was indicating. “Baby? Short? Jimin! Is it Jimin? No? Uhh.”

I could hear Jimin gasp before yelling at me, but I stuck my finger out to hush him so I could keep guessing.

“The? The! The what? The Short person? The baby? The Chicken? The-”

Taehyung punched the air because I got I first part right, he held up two fingers before straightening out his palms and placing them together. He moved them so the ends were touching in a half square before switching the positions again, I kept saying random words that came to mind trying to guess before the timer ran out. Taehyung held his hands out and started shaking them before holding up three fingers, he gave up on me guessing the first word.

Taehyung held his hands up near his chest before moving them in a motion.

“Run? Skate? Walk? Fight? Ran, did you ran? Wait, run, runner? The runner?” I yelled in my haste.

Taehyung gave me another thumbs up, I could see the urgency for me to guess the correct word. He began doing the same moments with hands, but I still wasn’t understanding.

“Square? Triangle? Banana?” I asked while slowly losing hope.

All of a sudden, he started fake crying and coughing then the blaring sound of my alarm went off meaning our round was over.

“Ugh! What even was that supposed to be?” I said, disappointed that we didn’t get it.

“It was a maze! The Maze Runner. Duh.”

“Wha-” Before I could finish my question, I heard Jimin yell.

“Why’s you say my name when he did that? I’m not that short!” He accused me, I laughed out loud because I hadn’t realised what I had said until now, my mind was in panic mode, and I was just spitting things out.

“Sorry Jimin, I had to take the chance.” I laughed as I patted his shoulder. The night continued on with more rounds of charades, from Kookie’s Iron man impression and Hoseok pretending to be a turtle to Namjoon trying to play out the Vampire diaries, no one got that one, he kept tapping his neck and spinning in circles as well as the hissing, which was technically against the rules.

When we finally got to the final round it was 1 member from each team and we all had to do the same thing we all read the prompt and moved to be in front of our partner, I started doing the gestures to help Taehyung guess.

“Three words? First word, Jimin? Wait, no. The? The what?” Taehyung began guessing and so far, he was right, I held my hands up straight out and started moving my legs as though I was walking, but I couldn’t go anywhere because of the others.

“Stomping? Stamping? Slowly running? Marching? Walking? Yes? Yes! The walking? The waking? The walking what?”

Knowing how quickly this round was going I glanced over to the others, I saw Hoseok bending over and getting ready to lay down, it looked like Jin was doing the same, I had to make the decision on what to do, I held my hands up indicating for the last word, I looked at Taehyung, this was the only way to win, I braced myself for the inevitable and I allowed my knees to buckle under me and I collapsed, I hit the floor awkwardly and mild pain shot up through my shoulder, I tried my best not to move and I stuck my tongue out and unfocused my eyes, completing the look.

“Y/n? Collapse? Fall? Die? Dead? Dead! The walking dead!” Taehyung yelled out, I could hear the other boys groan at their loss, I slowly brought myself to sit up and rub my sore shoulder, I held my hand out and Taehyung high fived me before grabbing hold to help me up. As soon as I got up, I gave Taehyung a hug at our success.

“We won! We won! We won!” We both started chanting and jumping in a circle.

“We get it, you guys won.” Someone grumbled, I turned to see a pouty looking Jungkook sitting at the other end of the couch.

“Aww Kookie, I’ll be your partner next time so we can win.” I smiled at him which seemed to perk him up slightly.

“Are you okay Y/n? That must have hurt.” Jin said looking at me.

“A little, but it was worth it, because we won.” I yelled the last part and did a small vivtory dance, the boys laughed at my antics, I had to learn to take risks when playing games because Seoyeon is very competitive and in turn, I also became quite competitive.

“Yah! Why do you guys always guess me when you put your fingers together?” Jimin whined. “I’m taller than Y/n and no one guessed her.”

Everyone laughed at that, we all moved around the room and sat on the couch. Jungkook and Jimin were being whiny because they lost, but everyone found it funny, we sat in the lounge for a while talking and laughing, apparently while me and Jungkook were gone the boys had decided to play Just dance on the tv, but somehow Hoseok had forgotten to strap the joy-con on, so when him and Jimin had started a dance, the joy-con flew right out of his hand and smacked into Jimin’s face, I stifled my laughter as I saw Jimin was pouting and looking grumpy.

I learned over to the man who was sitting next to me.

“Ah no, not your beautiful face being hit, when all you wanted to do was dance.” I cooed dramatically, it was clear that Jimin wasn’t seriously hurt so I wasn’t too worried, but I still moved my hand over to him and rubbed it on his check ‘checking for damage’.

Jimin nodded his head and whined at my movements.

“My sweet baby, maybe we should put you on bed rest until you feel better, hmm?” I said slightly joking.

“Yes.” Jimin dragged and nodded. “I’ll have to be on bed rest, can I stay in your room?” Jimin gave me big puppy eyes as he looked up to me.

“Of course, Jiminie, but we’ll have to find space between me, Yoongi and Hoseok.” I smiled while tapping his cheek, Jimin sat up suddenly and perked up from before.

“N-No, no, it’s okay, I can stay where I am, look, see? I'm all better, no need for bed rest.” He hastily explained while looking at me, I giggled before falling back into the couch and sighing at Jimin’s antics.

We really do need more beds though. I thought to myself.

I turned my head to the side as I heard someone yawn quite loudly, Jungkook covered his mouth with his hand and his eyes widen when he noticed everyone staring at him, I giggled at the innocent expression on his face.

"Alright then, it’s getting pretty late so we should all start heading to sleep, we have to up early to go to the cafe tomorrow." Jin said as he stood up from the couch and pushed his arms behind him, stretching.

"Oh, you guys really don’t have to-"

'Nonsense, " Seokjin shook his hands, cutting me off before I could finish. "We don’t mind helping, it’s the least we can do for you after all you have done for us, and it stops us from staying here all day."

All the boys nodded at what he said, I smiled at their kindness before we all began to stand up and started shuffling around, making our way to our own areas, I shouted out a good night before closing the door to my room so everyone could get a good night’s rest.

I tried pulling the blankets over me because I was feeling oddly cold only to realise that they were already there, my legs were freezing, I sat up to see what was wrong, but everything looked normal.

Why is it so damn cold?

I turned to face the other way so that hopefully the other side of my body could get warm under me, I shifted my legs up to my chest and was laying on the edge of the bed so that Hoseok and Yoongi had more room, but that meant that I was almost falling off, usually they are really warm and their body heat make the bed nice and cozy warm, but I must be too far away for it to affect me.

I'm so cold, maybe if I just...

Acting on my impulsive and tired thoughts I slowly move my arm out towards the middle of the bed, as my hand got further away, I could feel the heat slightly warming up my hand.

I gnawed on my bottom lip as I was debating on what to do.

Oh, whatever.

I moved my body slightly closer to Hoseok’s side of the bed and I could instantly feel how much warmer it made me, but it was still very cold, I started to slowly shuffle myself further into the mattress trying to reach a decent warmth where I wouldn’t freeze to death.

Suddenly Hoseok extended his arm out and wrapped it around my waist before pulling me towards him, Hoseok had pulled me into his chest and into the warmth I so desperately craved, I felt awkward, and I could feel the heat rising to my face.

Maybe he was just asleep? or maybe he thought I was someone else?

"Stop being so awkward, you’re cold, aren’t you?" I heard above me.

He was definitely awake, I hummed in response since I knew that if I spoke my voice would crack. "Well then move closer."

Hoseok lifted his arm that was draped over me to allow me to move, I waited for a bit, not sure if I heard him right, but seeing as he didn’t say anything else I figured I had heard correct, I slightly moved myself closer to him, thinking that was closer enough, but he didn’t lower his arm, so I moved myself further up and closer to him, now our chests were touching when we breathed in.

Hoseok still didn’t move his arm. Seriously? Closer?

I closed my eyes and bit my lip as I realised he wanted me to move closer, I shuffled myself closer to him so now my head was resting just under his head, our bodies were so close I could feel the slow rise and fall of his chest as a constant, slowly I could feel my body warming up from Hoseok shared body heat, finally, he lowered his arm back down and tightly wrapped it around me, drawing me slightly closer to him, I didn’t think we could get closer if I tried. The silent sound of the room and the very little moonlight that shone through the curtains made it seem as though this were a scene from a movie, or maybe a romance novel. A romance novel where the main character is forced to share beds with a tall, very handsome man, who could wrap his strong arms around her and- Stop it! I’m being delusional again. Why am I thinking like this?

I tried to shake the thought from my mind and just focus on trying to get back to sleep, my tired mind and the fact that there was absolutely no way I could break through Hoseok’s grasp made me completely give in to the situation, I moved my head slightly and nuzzled my head under Hoseok’s chin, I could feel his breaths slightly moving some hair on my head as it rolled down my back and onto the blankets, the calm movements of his chest and the slight sound from his breaths had been lulling me to sleep, I closed my eyes and was about to drift off.

"You’re still cold."

"It’s okay." I mumbled back at him in my tired state, my voice slightly muffled.

"Yoongi-ah, Y/n is cold." Hoseok said in a tired voice as I felt him move his legs.

I could feel Yoongi moving before a weight lifted off the bed. Did he leave? Before I could finish my thought, I felt the bed dip behind me, I felt the blankets move before Yoongi slipped into the bed and moved the blankets again, I felt him slide himself over the sheet until his chest came in contact with my back.

I could feel his chest slowly rising and falling from his breathing, along with his breath running down my neck at our close contact. What is going on? I thought to myself, my face was definitely red at the situation I was in, and I was so happy they couldn’t see anything. I just wanted some warmth.

Safe to say, I’m warm now.

A/n: Another chapter and omg, I was becoming dysfunctional writing all that fluff 😵 like, both of them?!? Trying to warm her up?!? I don’t even know where that idea came from, and Jungkook’s laundry scene and ahhh my gosh. Also, how we feeling about the enlistment notice 🤭? I just kinda stared at my phone before checking it was real. I really tried to make this chapter short, but it still came out at 5.9k words, I really want to get the next few chapters out so I can write a Christmas special, but I don’t want the Christmas special to spoil anything, speaking of writing, maybe just peel you eyes and be on the look out for something 😉 I hope you all have a lovely day or night and thankyou all for reading! 💜

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Is it possible we can get more info on MC’s family?

Yes! At the moment I'm still debating over a couple of things like naming them and how big the family is but!! As of right now (18/10/23) this is how the family is looking──

Mother, Amelia (placeholder name) is the current owner of the café/patisserie your family owns, she took over from her father who had taken over from his father. She's plump in frame and always covered in flour but her smile is always warm. Her eyes hold the 'don't mess with me' look but she's also fiercely protective of her child(ren) and anyone else she takes under her wing. She's a cool mom, in reality! She gives really good advice and is a very good listener. Inspirations include Molly Weasley (harry potter movies) Kitty Foreman (that 70s show) and Linda Belcher (bobs burgers).

Father, Andre (placeholder name) is a tall and bulky man with muscles for days and a thick mustache that grows very quickly and covers both of his lips more other than not! Strong but silent type, he doesn't talk much but he has a constant presence in your life. He took his wife's last name when they got married and was more than happy to help in the family business──he loves making bread. (Has cracked one or two 'breadwinner' jokes before) Inspirations include Tom Dupain (miraculous ladybug) and Jin (the dad from turning red).

Optional younger sibling, (unnamed) just moved up to middle school as MC moved to senior year. They're going through puberty and are in the middle of a growth spurt. (I have not fleshed them out further than this.)

Optional maternal uncle, Marco (placeholder name) has just gotten out of rehab (2 years sober now!) And has started living and working in the family café/patisserie until he can plant his feet firmly. He's a little closed off but it's mainly because he doesn't want to bother you or weird you out because of his past. He's very good at icing cakes/decorating pies!

Optional pet. I just love a family pet, however your family live above the café/patisserie so having a rambunctious pet may be an issue. I was thinking that the pet is rather old, having been your mother's since she was quite young. (In my personal headcannon it's a 13 year old jet black cat with an eye missing that just sits in the sun and graces the cafe/patisserie with their presence!)

I'm also thinking of giving players the option of choosing if they have two mother or two fathers... but if I do that I'll probably make them real characters instead of editable ones.

All in all, MCs family is very cosy, loving and supportive, which is the only thing not changing. With all the drama going on in this IF additional home life drama feels like it'd be too unbalanced.

+also what is this place called??? where you just sell sweet things/deserts and maybe also beverages??? Is it a café? Can café's be a family business????? I'm losing my mind every time I write café/patisserie pls help.

#piece of the pie if #general #peach's pie

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bobaandasiandramas · 1 year

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Here it is, chapter 4. I apologize in advance for any formating issues. Tumblr isn't working on my laptop so I am posting this from my phone. I'll find any mistakes when it decides to work again.

I also have to apologize for some edit mistakes in chapter 3. When I originally was writing this - reader was previously named Soo Min but then I changed it to a Reader story and apparently forgot to take out Soo Min a few times toward the middle of the chapter. That must have been a little confusing but also, no one pointed it out. I will continue with Reader having their own name that they may insert into this story. I will be more diligent in my editing - there isn’t much of this story that has been written in advance - just a few more scene ideas

Find Rest for Your Soul

Y/n is found unconscious by Hoseok and rescue owner, Sejin. Y/n is a mysterious Omega with no real memories and is trying to understand the warnings in her head. What or who is after her?

Alpha, Beta, Omega x F. Reader

Pairing: OT7 X F.Reader

Rating: M+

Trigger warning : y/n is described as extremely skinny, bruised and disgusted with her appearance.

Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5

Jin placed the last plate on the table before calling everyone to come eat. The pack was quick, most waiting outside of the kitchen out of sheer hunger. Joon was still at the clinic taking care of the omega. The Beta was a little annoyed - he wanted his Alpha to come home and eat a delicious meal. The beta knew he’d have to go drop it off later. He was pleased that at least Jimin, Hoseok and Taehyung were home in time for the meal.

The table was filled with life as Jin made sure everyone was filling their plates. He watched Jungkook chewing his chicken with a smile on his face. The youngest omega was giggling as he eavesdropped into the conversation that Taehyung and Jimin were having. When there was a small break in their conversation, Jungkook jumped in - enthusiastically telling a story about his day. While Taehyung and Jimin were listening, Jin could tell Jimin wasn’t completely there, his eyes would wander to the side as if a thought came to him and he couldn’t ignore it. The alpha did manage to nod his head at all the right parts and laugh when prompted to do so.

Jin couldn’t help but feel nosy. He wanted to know more about the female omega that seemed to rustle things up with his pack members. Jungkook had cried to him about the terrible state the female was in, Hoseok was on edge ever since he went out with Taehyung, even Tae doesn’t seem as relaxed. Namjoon wasn’t even home with them. Jimin was getting distracted and Yoongi seemed displeased about the whole situation. Jin had made up his mind - he was going to the clinic after dinner no matter what.

“Hoseok, did you find anything on your adventure with Taehyung?” Yoongi spoke suddenly, his eyes sharp on the other alpha.

The table grew quiet, everyone stopped moving their forks to their mouths and looked at the normally happy alpha. “I didn’t get to speak with Namjoon yet. However, it’s been asked. We found nothing but there was a moment where I felt like there was a heavy presence of death. I left Taehyung behind and sought out what it was. I was expecting terrible things, masses of dead bodies - but there was nothing and suddenly, it stopped.”

A chill ran over the table. None of them felt very comfortable with that. “I don’t know what it could have been but the feeling vanished so quickly.” Hoseok didn’t mean for the mood to go sour so he turned his attention to his fellow alpha. “Jimin, how was the female before you left?”

Jimin frowned more and stared at his plate. “It was going well, but then she got lost in her head again. Jinyoung was there. I was getting her to eat the bread Namjoon told me to get her when she got very defensive as Jinyoung told her she should slow down with her eating. She panicked and ate it quicker and ended up getting sick. I think from her anxiety and not the actual food. She stared at us like we weren’t the ones standing in front of her anymore - like we were monsters coming to hurt her.”

“I wonder what triggered that. I assume this means we truly believe that she was abused in her previous home.” Yoongi spoke.

“I think so. She was so terrified.” Jimin thought back to how he held her down so Jinyoung could sedate her, the tears that poured from her face and her scent turned sour and heavy - it still lingered in his head.

Jin sighed. “Do we know anything of actual value from this girl?”

Jimin felt defensive of her. “Well, she’s not exactly in the right state of mind to ask much. She’s mentally, physically and emotionally traumatized. I have never seen a ‘stray’ come in with the amount of damage as her.” He huffed, causing the Beta to bite his lip.

“I didn’t mean it the way it sounded. Do you think Namjoon will be home soon?” Jin asked.

“Honestly, I’m not sure. He is a great doctor but sometimes commits too much to his patients. I feel he won’t be home for a few days at least.” Hoseok stated.

This reply caused the Beta to frown and let out a small whimper. “I want him home. I hate when he does this.”

Jungkook, being the most sensitive to others, jumped up from his chair and quickly went to Jin, wrapping his arms around him and nuzzling into his neck. “He’ll come home soon Jinnie.”

Dinner continued with a dark cloud over them as they each wished their alpha was home with them.

***

Namjoon was pleased that she held down her food this time. As he took the now empty glass from her, he spoke softly to not frighten her. “Darlin’, did you want to get cleaned up? Maybe take a shower or a bath?”

The omega looked down at her body. Her dirt smudged skin made the once blinding white hospital gown a light gray color. She inspected her hands next - dirt was jammed under her nails and they were covered in scrapes and cuts. She could tell that someone tried to clean her up a little bit, maybe with a washcloth or sponge. She was suddenly hyper aware of how dirty her skin was and that her hair felt heavy and tangled. She looked up at the doctor and nodded her head. “I’d like that. Do I have to go outside?”

He was slightly thrown off by her question but shook his head. “No, we have a full bathroom here. Let me find Jinyoung, so he can help you around. I’ll be back in a little bit.” He was cautious to leave her alone but since it was dinner time maybe Jinyoung would be in the kitchens, right around the corner, grabbing a bite to eat.

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As I sat on the bed, I looked around the room. There was a cabinet with medications locked up, a bookshelf with medical books and a rolling cart across the room from me. There was a small desk to the side of the room, on top I noticed a few notebooks and folders there. I happily jumped off the bed and scrambled over to the table. I opened the first notebook, but it was already written in and so I checked the next two. Thankfully the last one wasn’t written in yet. I found a pen sitting on the desk as well and grabbed both items and moved back to the bed.

Opening to the first page I wrote down the things I had filed away in my brain - finally ready to dump it all on the pages. ‘Three. Six. Hide. Escape. Right. One eight sev-’ I whimpered and crossed out the beginning of the word even and began to write again. ‘Nine. Keep moving! Don’t let them get you. Hoseok - Hey, can you hear me? Namjoon - Okay darlin, it was from the right. Jimin - You left them behind.’

I sighed in relief. I had so much I was holding onto I feared I would start to forget some of it. I placed the notebook and pen under my pillow for safe keepings. Hopefully no one would find it until I found a better spot for them. The door swung open and I turned my attention away from the pillow. I was pleasantly surprised to see Jimin walking in with another male behind him. I was so happy he was safe that I didn’t think twice before hopping off the bed. “Jimin!” I called his name in joy as I scrambled over to the edge of the bed, tucking my knees under me. “I was so worried!”

The male behind Jimin tensed up suddenly and I froze. Was he going to attack me? I curled into myself a little, bringing my knees out from under me and to my chest and whined. I looked over to the other male before dropping my gaze to the floor.

“Ah, it’s okay. This is Jin, he is in my pack.” Jimin spoke softly as he stepped forward, bringing his shoes into my view of sight. He moved slowly, reaching his hand out and touching my arm.

“I was so worried they got you and Jinyoung. Are you alright?” I looked him over for any injuries but didn’t see any.

“We just saw the doctor, he told me that you were concerned. Jinyoung and I are both completely safe and unharmed. Thank you for being concerned. Namjoon is taking a break to eat some dinner that Jin brought for him. He told us that you were looking to get cleaned up. Can I assist you to the washroom?”

I smiled at him. “I would very much like that.” I allowed my legs to drop from my arms and dangle off the side of the bed, swinging them twice before standing up. Unfortunately, I could feel my legs crumble and give out immediately as my feet hit the floor.

Jimin caught me before I hit the floor, even his packmate moved forward to grab a hold of me. “Easy there. You’re extremely weak, I’m sure the adrenaline that you were running on has finally run out.”

I nodded with a frown and steadied myself against the bed behind me.

Jimin called my name softly and offered his arm for support. "It's okay."

We moved slowly across the medical unit, Jin - who has yet to say anything to me, followed behind. I suppose to either help or just to keep an eye on us. We entered the small bathroom that was in the back of the room. Jimin had me stand next to the sink while he started running the water, testing the temperature frequently. Once satisfied with the temperature he turned toward me. "I think a bath would be best, so you can relax more." He plugged the tub, allowing the water to start rising. "Do you think you'll be okay, or do you need my help?" He asked, reaching his hand out and guiding me closer to the tub.

I looked at him and the other male. “I’ll be okay.”

The other male spun around toward a closet that was in the room. He pulled out two towels, a washcloth and a bar of soap. “Unnie, are you really okay alone?” He asked.

I felt my brain reach out and grab onto his words. They brought a sense of comfort and I felt myself relax just as I did with Jimin and his other pack members. I nodded my head. “Yes.”

“Jimin will find you some clothes to change into and I’ll be outside of the door if you need anything before he gets back.”

I blinked up at the male and then down at the clean towels in his hand. “Thank you, Jin.” I waited for the door to close before undressing. I climbed into the awaiting waters, the heat caused my skin to tingle and I could feel every cut on my body. Hissing gently I lowered myself down until I was most submerged.

I watched in amazement as the once clear water started to change, becoming murky as swirls of blood and dirt lifted from my skin. I grabbed a washcloth and made a grim face, knowing the pristine white cloth would never return to the original bright white it was. I grabbed the bar of soap and lathered the washcloth before scrubbing at my skin. I was satisfied to see my skin clear up from the grime.

Once my skin was clear enough, I drained the tub and allowed it to refill with clean water. I went over a few spots that were missed before placing the washcloth back on the ledge. I took a moment to relax and study my body. Bruises littered my arms, legs and torso. My ribs were visible and my stomach seemed to be sunken in a little bit. I felt disgusted with myself, I shook my wave of sadness and picked up the bottle of shampoo. I scrubbed my scalp, being careful of tender areas. Once I felt it was clean enough I started to drain the water from the tub and grabbed the extendable shower head before I rinsed my hair.

Once clean I found myself hooking the shower head back up and sitting on the floor of the tub, the water felt nice on my skin and I found myself relaxing and closing my eyes. I didn’t stay in there too much longer, my skin began to feel wrinkly from being in the water too long. I turned the water off and pulled myself out of the tub before wrapping myself in an extremely soft towel. I shuffled to the mirror and wiped the fog off the glass before looking at my reflection.

There were bags under my eyes, my cheeks matched my stomach - sunken in, my lips were chapped and over all looked and felt hideous. I was a monster in my own skin. I couldn’t help the overwhelming sadness and sunk to the ground. Tears filled my eyes, I know I didn’t always look like this. The room started shaking as I tried to pull in deep breaths of air. I could faintly hear a knock at the door but I ignored it. I was too busy trying to gather my broken pieces and put myself back together again.

‘He was beaten (he knew that); but he was not broken. He saw, once for all, that he stood no chance against a man with a club.’ The words of Call of the Wild flew across my brain, if Buck got stronger by learning to grow and adjust then maybe I could too. The door opened and footsteps rushed toward me, and I curled into myself hoping to avoid being struck anywhere sensitive.

My name was whispered softly as gentle hands touched my arms. “Are you okay?” The familiar voice was soothing to my ears as I looked up to find Jimin crouched in front of me and a worried looking Jin.

“I am fine.” I nodded my head as I answered. “Not broken, can’t be broken.”

The two of them exchanged looks before Jimin offered his hand to help me up. “Do you need help getting dressed?”

I shook my head and declined his offered hand. “No, I’ll be fine.”

Jin handed me a small pile of clothes. They were new, white pants and white t-shirt. “We will be outside if you need us, omega.” With those words they left the room, Jin giving me an uncertain glace while I stayed seated on the floor.

***

“I think I might have figured out why she’s so mentally unstable.” Namjoon stated over his cup of coffee. He was back in the medical unit with Sejin and Yoongi. The two of them looked over at him, suddenly interested in what he had to say. The patient at hand was resting comfortably with the help of a light sedative that he gave her. Her body needed rest, badly.

“The numbers she kept repeating over and over. It was one, eight and seven. They changed after I brought up the two deceased that were found. I was hoping she could give information on who they were but once I said they didn’t make it she repeated her number and counted up. The number is now one, eight, and nine. She said she counted them.” He paused and looked down at his cup as Sejin gasped.

“Are you saying…?” Sejin’s question trailed off as he looked over to the sleeping omega.

“I think she’s been counting the dead.”

“But we think they’re part of her pack. They had the same bracelets. No pack is that big. 189 pack members are dead? It can’t be that. Maybe she misunderstood.” Sejin was panicking, what did they get involved with?

“I don’t think it’s Pack. There would be news about a pack that large and if disease or something else was spreading through them then there would be more bodies around. Someone would have found them or a good alpha would bring their pack to a doctor.” Joon sighed. “Regardless, if she somehow saw that many died in front of her then it explains her mental situation a bit.

“I have a bad feeling about all of this.” Yoongi spoke as he walked closer to the female.

“I know you do Yoons. I’m gonna help her the best I can and hopefully she’ll be able to tell us more about her situation and why she is how she is.”

***

She was unhappy, they had been out there for hours with no sign of stopping soon. Her clothes clung to her in uncomfortable ways as the humidity increased. Her mind was racing with her chants, She felt a tickle on her forehead and wiped at it quickly, catching the drop of sweater before it fell into her eye. She looked back to see the other female looked like she was about to collapse from heat exhaustion. “Let’s stop here and rest for a few moments.” She suggested it to the male, who looked like he was the only one handling the heat well.

He nodded his head as he surveyed the two females. “Okay, just a few - I’m used to this but clearly you both aren’t.”

“Listen island boy, at least I’m normally built for speed - I’m just dying here.”

The male gave a gentle laugh at the female behind him before turning back to her. “How long do you think we’ve been out here?”

She felt herself ready to answer but the wrong numbers were rolling in her head. “Too long.”

They sat there for a few minutes before it hit them again. The eerie quietness that seemed to always catch up to them. “This is disturbing.” The other female whimpered.

She wanted to run, she wanted to hide, the feeling to let out a distress signal for alpha to protect her. She bit her lip.

A loud rumble interrupted their breathing, as dark clouds rolled over their heads. “Fuck, another storm?” The other female growled.

“We should move. Find better coverage.” The male sounded panicked now.

Before anyone could move the other female let out a pained cry and looked down at her arm. There was a new wound, fresh on her skin. Her eyes widened as she looked at her companions, intense pain filled her as she let out a yowl.

“Shit, move!” The male grabbed her arm and began to drag her away from the other female.

It was that exact moment that the sky released its fury on them. The rain pelted down, unforgivingly, drenching them to the bones in minutes. The winds kicked up, whipping tree branches and vines into their faces.

A terrifying yowl could be heard behind them. He pushed her forward. “I’ll distract her. Go, run.”

She whipped around to look at him. How could he do that? Why? They didn’t even know each other’s names.

“Keep moving! Don't let them get you!” He yelled before making noises, louder than needed and ran into another direction.

He was the only reason she might stand a chance. She felt tears swell in her eyes as she moved quickly forward, clinging onto his words as her reminder of him. ‘Keep moving! Don’t let them get you.’

***

He called her name softly as he shook her shoulders. “Sweetheart, please wake up. It’s okay - you’re safe now.”

She shot up in her bed and grabbed her chest, her heart beating a mile a minute. She was gasping for air as she looked to see who was with her.

The good doctor was speaking to her softly and behind him were two other males. One looked like a nervous wreck and he surveyed her and the other just stared as if trying to read her mind and see what she had just dreamed.

Her eyes snapped back to the doctor as he coaxed her to lay back down and pulled the covers back over her. “I promise you’re safe here. I’ll be with you the whole night, little omega.”

#Bts #OT7 x F. READER #namjoon x reader #Jimin x Reader #Jungkook X Reader #Jin x Reader #Yoongi x Reader #Hoseok x Reader #Taehyung x Reader #Find Rest for Your Soul

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