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sphynxdemon · 2 years

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Han Joo Won Dating Headcanons:

Pairing: Han Joo Won x gender neutral!reader.

Genre: fluff, very slight smut.

Despite having quite a strong character, he is incredibly caring, sweet and loving towards you, which surprises everyone. He's like this with you only.

It's not easy to gain his trust, but once achieved, Joo Won's the most loyal and protective person you can have in your life.

Get ready for constant messages and calls throughout the day, he loves to hear from you, he is very attentive and loving with that one person who has broken his ice barrier, winning his heart and trust.

Joo Won will try to spend all his free time with you, as a detective and police officer his schedule is somewhat hectic, so when he's got this free spaces during his working hours he will definitely find a way to spend this time with you, either during lunch, dinner or just patrolling around, you will see him constantly. Oh yes, and his day off is entirely for you.

When on vacation, he'll take you somewhere far away, preferably in the mountains, where you can spend lots of time alone, forget about everything and everyone else. Just you and him.

Dating him includes car rides, lots of them, during which he will constantly glance at you as he smiles tenderly, asking for a kiss or affection every so often.

Absolutely loves kissing.

Will sometimes look to park somewhere lonely just to kiss you and feel you with him, Joo Won's deeply in love with you and he craves for you, so much that he can't help it.

He protects you, takes good care of you, do not be afraid of being harassed, robbed or attacked in any way, Han Joo Won will not allow it. And if he realizes that someone has tried to harm you...poor human being who dares to lay a finger on you.

He will not hesitate to punch anyone who behaves inappropriately towards you, even worse if this happens in front of his eyes, it makes his blood boil.

Subtly makes sure every single person in town knows you're his girl, so that no one's messing with you, besides, he loves the fact that everyone knows you're with him, and let's be honest, you love this too.

He's constantly checking on you, worried about your well-being, whether it's about you not skipping meals, knowing you arrived home safely, how you're being treated at work, everything in your life, he wants to take care of you.

Being within his possibilities, he will try to drive you home after work every day, Han prefers this to having you travel alone since he could not bear the fact that something happened to you. In the same way, he will always try to drive you wherever you need to go.

Loves going out with you, taking you to different places, fancy restaurants, having dinner, going to the movies, etc. Although making plans in either your apartment or his, something chill and cozy is an excellent option too, anything is amazing when it comes to spending time with you.

You will be together a lot, spending the night at the other one's place several times a week .Sometimes none of you remembers in which apartment you have left some of your belongings.

Passionate, romantic sex. He'll easily surrender to your touch as he's easily aroused by you, no matter how much time has passed. He is incredible at making love to you, he loves to feel your skin against his and it drives him crazy to feel you being his every time you are intimate, knowing that only he touches you, that you do all those things with him and him only...

Kinda jealous, but not toxic. Grown up as a spoiled boy, he learnt what's his is only his, he craves for your constant attention and affection and this you love.

You will also be spoiled with many presents, you might randomly express that you like certain item at the store and before you know it, Joo Won has bought it for you. Although many times you've told him this isn't necessary, he does not care and will not listen to you, he simply loves to spoil you.

He loves to cook for you, in the same way he loves when you are the one who cooks for him.

Loves working out with you, whether it's going for a morning/night run or doing some home exercise routine by your side.

Loves bathing together.

He hates lies, besides, he'll easily find out if you're lying. On the other side, he sucks at lying to you, although he hardly does.

Above all you are very good friends, get along pretty well and thanks to this you rarely fight.

As you are constantly together or in contact, he will not hesitate about tracking your phone if he did not hear from you for what he considers to be too long, urged to know if you're alright since it's unusual from you not to contact him.

You will constantly find presents at your apartment and workplace, roses, chocolates, bracelets, etc. Always accompanied by a small note with his handwriting. This is just one of his ways to remind you how you're always on his mind.

When you're unable to spend enough time together for several days due to work, he will miss you fiercely and will let you know about it with this kind of gifts, text messages and calls in which he tells you how much he craves to be with you. Will as well make it up to you as soon as he can see you again.

When really stressed for work he will look for a bit of solitude, but just because he does not want to pass on his own stress to you. Although he will quickly miss you and call you saying how much he needs you by his side right now.

He loves to feel your fingers through his hair, at anytime, this much relaxes him.

In general loves affection, caresses, constant hugs, holding hands and everything that's cheesy.

Constantly falls asleep in your arms and hugs you tightly when you sleep together.

Will often take you with him to Manyang's butchery for dinner or drinks with his co-workers.

Lee Dong Sik constantly annoys Joo Won, playfully joking about how only you can bring out his extremely cute side.

Maybe I'll write a second part for this. Thanks for reading! :)

#yeo jin goo #han joo won #beyond evil #lee dongsik #kdrama #han juwon #han joo won x reader #yeo jin goo x reader #yeo jin goo imagines #gender neutral reader #gender neutral imagine

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lixiepixiedust · 6 months

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friends

pairing — badboy!felix x fem!reader; highschool au; friends w/ benefits

word count — 3.1k words

warnings — she/her reader, they argue way too much in this, jealousy (both ways), felix is kinda aggressive, uses of korean names, suggestive, small make out, almost sex

summary — you and felix have been friends with benefits for far too many months and everyone knows you secretly like each other. when mutual jealousy arises, you too get into an argument that makes your feelings way too obvious its silly.

"Y/n!" A boy in your year approached you with an eager expression. His name was Juwon, and you two have talked a few times in Chemistry class. He was nice, super weird, but nice. You still tried to avoid him when could since being around him was often draining.

You chuckled awkwardly, "Hey, what's up?" you asked.

"Can I ask you something?" he inquired, lowering his voice.

"Sure," you replied with a forced smile.

"You know, Felix?" he blurted out quickly. "Are you dating him?"

Your smile faded as your eyebrows furrowed, "Why do you want to know?"

"I don't know, I've just noticed you two walking home together and chatting in the hallways," he explained defensively.

"Are you stalking us?" you asked skeptically.

"No! I'm not stalking you," he clarified.

"Ok, this is kinda weirding me out," you chuckled, clearly uncomfortable.

"Sorry, I just see you two so often," he said.

You raised an eyebrow, still puzzled by Juwon's sudden interest in your relationship with Felix. "Okay, but why do you care if Felix and I are dating or not?"

Juwon scratched the back of his head nervously. "Well, um, the thing is, I sorta have a crush on you."

You blinked in surprise, not expecting that confession. "Oh," you said, not sure how to respond. You took a moment to process this information. It explained his odd behavior and sudden interest in your personal life. "Look, Juwon, I have to be honest too—I'm not looking to date anyone right now. I've got a lot going on."

Juwon nodded, disappointment evident on his face. "Oh, I see. Well, I guess I just wanted to know for sure. Sorry if I made it weird."

"It's okay, Juwon. I appreciate you being upfront about it," you said, trying to ease the awkward tension.

"Well, you know, cause you're not with anyone, I was wondering if, I could get your number, though?" he asked tentatively.

You thought about it for a moment. Despite his quirks, Juwon seemed like a genuinely nice person. "If you want it, you have to promise me it's just as friends," you said with a small smile. "I hope you understand that's all I'm looking for right now."

"Nevermind, then," he replied, a bit crestfallen. "Bye, Y/n."

After Juwon left, you sighed, feeling a mix of relief and sympathy for him. You gathered your things and decided to take a break in the hallway. As you walked towards your locker, you couldn't help but mull over the recent encounter. The hallway was relatively quiet, and you leaned against your locker, staring absentmindedly at the passing students.

As you were lost in thought, contemplating the conversation with Juwon, you suddenly heard familiar laughter approaching. Turning your head, you saw your boy best friend, Felix, walking down the hallway, engaged in a lively conversation with a girl who's name you completely forgot. They seemed to be getting along well, laughing and sharing jokes as they walked.

A strange sensation gripped your stomach, a mix of surprise and discomfort. You didn't expect Felix to be chatting so animatedly with another girl, and for some reason, it made you feel a twinge of jealousy. You shook your head, trying to dismiss the irrational feeling. After all, you and Felix were not dating yet, and you had no right to be possessive or jealous.

Felix looked up, and his gaze met yours. That familiar smirk played on his lips as his flirty eyes eyed you up and down, assessing you. You couldn't help but clutch your bag. You gave him a small wave, matching his energy, but he then continued his conversation with the girl beside him.

As you turned away from Felix, trying to shake off the strange feeling in your stomach, you unlocked your locker and gathered your homework and textbooks. With a deep breath, you tried to compose yourself before making your way to find, your bestfriend, Chaewon.

Spotting her not too far away, you weaved through the crowd and approached her. Chaewon's eyes lit up when she saw you, and she enveloped you in a tight hug. "Y/n! How's it going?" she exclaimed.

You returned the hug, grateful for the comfort of a friend. "Hey, Chaewon. It's been a bit of a day, to be honest. How are you?"

"I'm great! I'm ahead on all my work. Come to my locker, tell me everything."

You nodded, and you both made your way to her locker away from the bustling students. You stood beside her as you shared a bit about the encounter with Juwon and the unexpected interaction with Felix and the girl.

Chaewon listened attentively, concern evident on her face as she closed her locker. "Sounds like a lot's happening. You know, guys can be so confusing sometimes. Maybe Felix was just being friendly with that girl, you know, like how he is with everyone? You two have been fucking for like months, there's nothing getting in your way."

You chuckled nudging her playfully. "I'm not worried about that." you lied.

As you continued chatting, Chaewon suddenly looked past your shoulder, her eyes widening slightly. "Hey, speaking of the elephant in the room," she said, pointing discreetly behind you.

You turned around, and indeed, Felix was leaning against a nearby wall, observing the two of you with a playful smirk on his face. Your heart skipped a beat as you caught his gaze. "Hey, Y/n." he called, strolling over with a confident stride.

Chaewon shot you a knowing look before excusing herself, purposely leaving you alone with Felix. "What's up, Felix?" you asked, trying to sound casual.

He leaned against the locker beside you. "Just wanted to see you. How was today? We didn't have time to talk at all."

"Yeah, um, nothing else besides Lee Juwon asking if we were dating," you admitted, avoiding eye contact with Felix.

Felix raised an eyebrow, a hint of curiosity in his eyes. "And what did you tell him?"

You sighed, "I don't even think I gave him an answer after all. Then he told me he liked me."

Felix remained silent for a moment, his jaw tensing. "Juwon has a crush on you?" he repeated, his tone more serious than before.

"Yeah," you continued, "he asked for my number, but I made it clear that I'm not looking to date anyone right now. I just wanted to be honest with him, cause I would've told him we weren't dating."

Felix's expression shifted, a subtle disappointment flickering across his face. "Oh," he said, his usual playful demeanor momentarily subdued.

"Yeah, sorry if that's not what you were expecting," you added, feeling a bit uneasy about the whole situation.

Felix leaned back against the lockers, running a hand through his hair. "No, it's cool."

You nodded, appreciating his nonchalant response. "I mean, we're just hanging out, right?"

"Right," he said, though there was a hint of something in his eyes that you couldn't quite place.

After a moment of silence, you mustered the courage to bring up the topic that had been bothering you. "By the way, who was that girl you were talking to earlier?"

Felix's expression brightened a bit as he remembered the interaction. "Oh, her? Just someone from my last period class. We started talking recently. She's cool." Felix nudged you with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Don't worry, though."

You tilted your head, trying to maintain your composure. "Oh, I'm not worried. Why would I have any reason to be worried?"

Felix chuckled, a sly smile playing on his lips. "Right, right. We're just hanging out, after all."

The mocking tone in Felix's words didn't go unnoticed by you. You felt a surge of frustration, but you tried to brush it off. "Exactly, just friends," you replied with a forced smile.

Felix's smirk widened, and he looked down at you, a subtle condescension in his gaze. "Glad we're on the same page, then."

Your irritation grew, but you bit your lip, choosing not to escalate the situation. "Yeah."

The tension between you and Felix lingered as the conversation continued. The casual banter that usually flowed between you two felt strained, and there was an unspoken frustration in the air.

As the final bell rang, signaling the end of the school day, you found yourself heading towards the exit with a mix of apprehension and determination. You reached the school gates and you noticed Felix a few steps ahead of you, also making his way out. The distance between you felt like a vast chasm, filled with unspoken words and unresolved tension. Despite the silence, Felix glanced back and caught your eye, a momentary flicker of uncertainty crossing his face.

When you stepped out into the fresh air, Felix slowed down, allowing you to catch up. He reached over and effortlessly took your bag off your shoulders to carry it for you, a gesture he had made a habit of since the beginning of your friendship. It was a small comfort, a silent acknowledgment of a bond that seemed strained at the moment.

The two of you walked side by side, the silence becoming almost suffocating. However, Felix's act of taking your bag spoke volumes. Even in the midst of frustration and unspoken words, he didn't want you to bear the weight alone.

"So, Felix, anything interesting happen with you today?" you asked, attempting to steer the conversation away from the awkwardness.

Felix shrugged, his eyes still holding a hint of irritation. "Not really, just the usual. Classes, hanging out, you know." He snapped sarcastically.

"Mhm," you replied.

The silence that followed was filled with an uncomfortable energy. You could sense Felix's annoyance, and you were growing increasingly frustrated yourself. It was as if the unspoken tension was bubbling just beneath the surface.

Finally, Felix broke the silence with a sarcastic chuckle. "So, you and Juwon, huh? Quite the love triangle developing here."

You rolled your eyes, irritation rising. "Don't be ridiculous, Felix. It's not like that. I told you I rejected him."

He raised an eyebrow, a smug expression on his face. "Sure, sure. After all, we're just friends, right?"

You clenched your jaw, annoyed by his insinuations. "Yes, Felix, just friends. Is that so hard to believe?"

He leaned in closer, a challenging glint in his eyes. "Well, if we're just friends, then why do we-"

"Felix, stop." You interrupted him before he could finish his sentence.

Felix sighed. "I was about to say: Why did it bother you so much to see me talking to another girl?" That was clearly not what he was about to say.

Your cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and frustration. "It didn't bother me. I was just curious. That's all."

Felix's smirk only widened. "Curious, huh? Seems like someone's a little more invested than they're letting on."

You took a deep breath, trying to keep your composure. "You know what, Felix? This whole thing is ridiculous. If you're going to act like this, maybe we should just stick to being actual friends and nothing more."

"Wait, I thought we were friends to begin with." Felix laughed which pushed your buttons even more.

The irritation between you and Felix continued to escalate as you walked towards the intersection where you two normally split up to go to your own houses after school.

Finally reaching the familiar crossroad, you stopped and turned to face Felix. "Give me my bag."

Felix crossed his arms, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Oh, come on, Y/n. No need to be so uptight about it."

You gritted your teeth, frustration bubbling to the surface. "Felix, I mean it. I just want to go home."

He chuckled, seemingly enjoying your discomfort. "You know, you're being quite stubborn about this. What's the harm in hanging out a bit more? We're just friends, right? "

You sighed, feeling a mix of annoyance and fatigue. "Felix, we're not in the mood for this right now. Can we please just go our separate ways?"

But instead of acquiescing, Felix shook his head with a playful smirk. "Nah, I've got a better idea. How about you come over to my place?'"

The irritation reached its peak as you reluctantly allowed him to guide you in the direction of his house. "Fine, but only for a little while. I've got things to do."

Felix grinned triumphantly, his playful demeanor seemingly unaffected by the tension. "Deal."

As you and Felix approached his house, a familiar sense of comfort washed over you. You had been there countless times before, and despite the current tension between you two, a small part of you couldn't help but feel a fleeting sense of happiness at the prospect of spending time in a familiar environment.

Felix swung open the door with his usual flair, ushering you inside. The air inside his house was filled with a mix of warmth and familiarity.

You had been to Felix's house many times before, and despite the current tension between you two, a small part of you couldn't help but feel a sense of comfort at the prospect of spending time there.

Reaching Felix's front door, he swung it open with a flourish, gesturing for you to enter. "After you, my friend,"

You stepped inside, the familiar surroundings evoking a strange mix of emotions. It was a place filled with memories of laughter, shared secrets, and casual hangouts. The familiarity momentarily lifted your spirits, and you found yourself slipping into a momentary sense of contentment.

Felix closed the door behind you, and you both made your way to the living room. "So, what do you feel like doing? Homework?" Felix asked, attempting to break the awkward silence.

You hesitated for a moment, still grappling with the unresolved tension between you two. "Honestly, Felix, I don't know why you insisted on dragging me here."

Felix plopped down on the couch, looking at you with a casual grin, ignoring your question. "Or..." he took your hand and pulled you onto the couch with him, "My parents aren't home, but that doesn't matter cause we're just friends hanging out, right"

"Why can't you let it go, Felix?" you retorted, your frustration reaching a boiling point. "I don't understand why you're so pressed about this whole thing."

Felix's anger suddenly bursted out of nowhere. "Because we're not just friends, and you damn well know it!"

His words hung in the air, the weight of the unspoken tension finally surfacing. Before you could respond, Felix closed the distance between you two in an instant. The sudden intensity caught you off guard as he slightly pushed your shoulders against the side of the couch, pulling you into a hot, angry kiss.

The kiss was a collision of conflicting emotions—frustration, desire, and a hint of desperation. Felix's lips pressed against yours with a fiery intensity, as if trying to convey everything he couldn't put into words. The anger that had simmered between you two transformed into a raw, passionate exchange.

For a moment, you were suspended in a whirlwind of conflicting feelings. The familiarity of Felix's touch, coupled with the undeniable chemistry, ignited a spark that had been smoldering beneath the surface. It was a heated kiss that spoke volumes, a silent admission of the unspoken connection that neither of you could deny.

The air crackled with the intensity of the moment, and for that brief instant, it felt like the world outside ceased to exist. The kiss lingered for what felt like an eternity, and as Felix finally pulled away, hovering over you.

Felix's eyes bore into yours, looking down on you. "Do friends make out every week, or is that just us?"

You took a moment to collect your thoughts, the conflicting desire within you. "Just us," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

"So, we're not just friends, are we?"

Felix, sensing the subtle shift, leaned in closer, his eyes locking onto yours. There was a quiet intensity in his gaze that spoke volumes. Without saying a word, he traced a gentle path with his fingers along your jawline, sending shivers down your spine.

Your breath caught as Felix's lips latched onto the sensitive skin of your neck. A soft gasp escaped your lips, and your heart raced in response to the unexpected touch. His kiss was rough, mirroring the unspoken desire between you.

Felix sucked on your neck, leaving a mark. It sent a wave of tingles through your body, and you couldn't deny the magnetic pull that drew you closer. The room seemed to fade away, leaving only the sensation of his lips against your skin.

As Felix continued to explore the delicate curve of your neck, a mix of emotions flooded your senses—desire, uncertainty, and the undeniable chemistry that had always simmered beneath the surface. It was a moment suspended in time, where the boundaries between friendship and something more became increasingly blurred.

Finally, Felix pulled back, his eyes locking onto yours with a mixture of playfulness and sincerity. "Friends don't usually do that, do they?"

You took a deep breath, attempting to process the whirlwind of emotions that had just unfolded. Felix's eyes searched yours for a reaction, and a vulnerable tension lingered in the air.

"No," you replied, your voice dripped with lust.

Felix grinned, his playful demeanor returning. "Well, I guess that means we've crossed the line ages ago."

He gently brushed a strand of hair away from your face and leaned in for another kiss, the intensity of the moment still lingering. You reciprocated the kiss, but as Felix's hands began to wander up your skirt, you felt a surge of hesitation. Even though you two have had sex a few times already, you first needed to talk this whole thing out. Pulling back slightly, you met his gaze with a hint of caution. "Felix," you breathed out, "Stop, slow down."

Felix's hands halted immediately as you pulled away, and he looked at you with an understanding expression. The room, once charged with a heated atmosphere, seemed to cool down as Felix maintained a respectful distance.

"Sorry," he said softly, catching his breath. "I got carried away."

"It's okay," you replied, your voice a bit shaky.

As the tension eased, Felix reached out to gently fix your hair, his touch tender and considerate.

Felix, with his usual playful demeanor, leaned back with a smirk, the glint of mischief in his eyes undiminished. "Well, that was unexpected of friends, right?"

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daichiduskdrop · 8 months

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Chapter 36

Pairing: BTS Ot7 X fem! reader

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

Warnings: none :)

Words: 3949

A/N: Hi everyone! So sorry for such a long, unannounced break. I needed to take some time off. The updates will probably be less frequent, but I'll try my best to post.

Also, if there are any mistakes regarding the story line not lining up, please let me know! I might have forgotten about something and not realised! :( (Cupcake reveal is coming soon dw!)

How are you? I hope you well and care.

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Jungkook nor Yoongi could help but gush and coo over you. Not only were their protective and alpha headspaces triggered by your still-dropped form, but just seeing you tightly cuddle up to the packalpha made their hearts flutter.

The youngest alpha held you close, gently fretting over you. Sure, you have cried yourself to sleep, but he couldn't help himself.

You were their courted omega, hopefully one day their own truly, and it really upsets them whenever you would cry or drop in their presence.

Frankly, it broke their hearts, shattered even, knowing that they were meant to be there to calm you down and make sure you were okay.

They didn't have as much experience with omegas as they might have thought they did before they got to meet you and start the courting—gosh, they were so wrong.

Of course, Jungkook's friend Juwon had an omega in his pack, but the youngest alpha never really got around to truly talk to him that often.

When the pack would hold meet and greets and see their fans up close, they got to meet all of the different second genders at once, so they have seen many omegas to be truthful, it was quite usual.

Only when a different K-pop group, not as well known as BTS but having a pretty large fan base, promoted and held their own meet and greet, and a terrible accident happened, did the whole industry shaken.

While crowds were known to unsettle and frighten omegas, as well as the loud noises, many fans just wanted to see the idols and would take the risk.

And it got especially risky when the price of the entrance was too high for the whole pack to get, ending with sometimes just the omega by themselves.

When the meet and greet of the K-pop group happened, it was quite a few years ago. Back then, one of the band members has suffered an injury, making them unable to participate.

Though, as the group felt bad for the short notice, they didn't want to leave any of their fans in dissapointment, and so the injured member came over to quickly wave at everyone and chat for a short while before they were ushered away again—or so was the plan.

As the leader of the group came over to see their sweet fans, the overpacked room was filled with loud shouts of excitement and joy, though quickly turning into cries of distress and worry.

The mass of fans moved over quickly, and so many of the naturally smaller or shorter ones started to get pushed around and would stumble, eventually ending in many of them tripping and falling over.

The giant group of fans of all different scents, which just confused everyone in general, alphas, betas, and omegas all included, was too much for anyone to be able to truly notice the source of fans distress.

The chaos and panic only continued as the idols tried to calm everyone down. The leader, though injured, stayed behind to try and help, but the room was far too full, and there was soon just a mess.

The K-pop group disbanded soon after, ending their contracts after the terrible news of the two fans who were suffocated and stepped over until they had to be taken to a hospital.

Their identities haven't been revealed to protect them, though after a long while, the constant questions and worries regarding their well-being ended with a final message.

While one was on a good path to recovery, the other, a young omega boy, has ended up in a coma and seems not to be about to wake up any time soon. The pack that the omega was with took it the worst, for sure.

And so, after the terrible incident, which ended with many unsettled cries and shouts, a death, and many things to worry about, most of the meet and greets of all groups have been postponed.

Eventually, all that has purchased or won a ticket in some way has been refunded, until about a year or so forward since the accident, when the first meet and greet in the entire industry was held again.

This time, though, the rules applied were so much more strict and harsh, as only about half of the people who usually got to go were allowed, much less tickets sold.

And the biggest difference of all was that the event was only for betas and alphas.

Truthfully, no alpha in the right mind would dare let their omega go to such an event after the terrible news, too worried it could happen to their own too.

Nowadays, events where the idols interact the most with their fans are still usually held for alphas and betas only. A separate event is then held for omegas, but it is required to go with the packalpha of their pack.

The rules have become stricter in order to keep everyone safe.

Jungkook knew very well that he would have to always look out for you and take care of everything for you, but the alpha realised that was, honestly, something he found so fulfilling and rewarding.

And so, the young alpha held you to his chest, his own scent gland carefully close to your nose as he rested your face against the crook of his neck, cradling you close.

Yoongi wasn't much better, constantly combing his fingers through your hair gently, with little soothing pecks left on your forehead and your head.

The older alpha held your palm in his, his thumb softly rubbing over your knuckles in hopes of calming you and keeping you reminded of his presence, even if you weren't too aware at the moment.

Soon, Jungkook sighed out. After you truly smelled like all three of them, he stood up with you in his arms.

„Jungkook-”

„Let's go home, Hyung; I want to take babybun home.” The youngest didn't look over to the packalpha, too caught up with watching over you.

Namjoon sighed. Truly, there wasn't anything more he wished for more than to have you safe and sound in their packhouse right now.

The packalpha wished they would have the den to have you nest and calm down in, but they didn't, and so they would have to deal with it.

Sharing quick goodbyes with Yuki and Moonsik, which both understood well and promised to not be bothered or upset, the three alphas went on to leave.

They made quick work, shuffling through the lightly busy mall, both Namjoon and Yoongi watchful and protective over you in Jungkook's arms.

Whoever seemed to just glance over for a second too long received a harsh glare back or a sudden release of very agitated pheromones, scaring them off.

And so, the pack went up the small stairs to the underground parking lot, with Yoongi's car in view soon enough when the oldest alpha led them over.

He wanted to keep you in his arms for a while longer, but seeing how the youngest quickly shuffled to the backseat the moment he unlocked the Hyundai, he would just have to wait.

Since Namjoon didn't drive, Yoongi would, and so he sighed again, turning on the engine as he waited for everyone to buckle in.

„Kook, you can't sit with your pup on your lap. That's not safe for either of you."

The packalpha said, his voice gentle and calm. Joon understood the youngest very well and knew he was in a headspace that was too hard for him to leave for now.

Jungkook needed to keep you close; he needed to feel you against his chest, your heartbeat, your scent—to know you were safe and sound.

And so he let a light growl leave him the moment the packalpha turned around to try and pry off his strong hold onto you. The youngest didn't realise it was his hyung, and even that wouldn't matter that much now.

„Yah! Jungkook, stop this.” A much rougher Yoongi called out, just wanting to leave. He wanted you to be in their packhouse now, safe, with only them around, not all of these strangers in the mall to oogle at.

„Hyung-”

„No, we really need to go now. 'Mega will be next to you the whole drive.” And so Namjoon gently took you from the youngest arms, sliding you over so you would sit next to the alpha, your thighs touching.

As he buckled you in, he tugged on your seatbelt carefully, knowing you would be safe this way.

Namjoon closed the doors again, and as he took a seat at the front once more, he could see your head now resting against the alpha's shoulder, the youngest watchful eyes set on your form.

And so, the small group left the mall and started driving the short way to their packhouse.

The soft, omega headspace playlist was turned on, the alphas hoping you might calm down further even when you were asleep, your cheeks rosy and a bit puffy from crying your eyes out earlier.

"...what happened, Namjoon?” Yoongi asked calmly, his eyes set on the road. The snow was still around and pretty to look at. The alpha wished you would look at yourself and smile at how nice it was...

The packalpha wasn't sure himself, and so he only shook his head lightly, lost in thought. Surely, you would have to talk to them about everything later; this was important.

„...Have you called the others yet?” He asked his elder, and the said alpha was shaking his head likewise. „No, we rushed here...but we should probably call ahead."

And so Namjoon made quick work with the touchscreen, calling the eldest alpha of their pack, whom he hoped stayed home.

„Hello?”

„Hyung, we are on our way home now.”

The packalpha said, unsure as to how to really describe what went down without the eldest freaking out fully.

„Okay-”

„Y/N dropped, could you maybe set some stuff up?"

And so Namjoon ripped off the bandage, hoping Seokjin would understand—he knew he would.

„I- What? Is she okay? What happened?” With each question, the urgency in his voice doubled, and in the background of the call, there could be some shuffling heard.

„I don't know Hyung. She is with us now; we will be home soon.” Namjoon said calmly, rethinking every single step he and you took earlier.

You seemed so joyful too, telling him about this and that as you skipped along with him, happy and seemingly carefree.

The packalpha took a short look behind himself, seeing Jungkook carefully caress your hair and leave soft pecks everywhere now and then.

If it weren't for your still distressed scent, you might look peaceful and relaxed, but the alphas knew better.

And so Jin said his goodbyes, telling them to give you a peck for him and to have you stay strong.

They weren't much further from home; the Hyundai was just entering the expensive neighborhood, so it didn't take much longer before they arrived.

The snow crumbled and cracked under the tyres as Yoongi carefully parked, very watchful since he was driving the most precious cargo of his.

As soon as the engine turned off, the alphas went to shuffle out—not before the front doors of their packhouse were thrown open, though, with the rest of the alphas rushing over.

„Babycheeks?” The second youngest called out his eyes wide in worry as he came over. Jungkook was just about to climb out with you tightly held to his chest.

„Oh my gosh, princess-!” The other alpha gasped, seeing your still puffy cheeks and the pout you sported even during your sleep.

The youngest reluctantly let the oldest take you into his arms instead, Seokjins eyes roaming over your figure to see any possible damage, but to find none.

„Aigoo, babycub, come to alpha...” He whispered softly, pulling you even closer if that was possible.

With you safely tucked away in his arms, the alpha was quick to start the short walk back inside, with the rest of the men following trying to get at least a bit of their scent onto you.

Yea, you had them wrapped around your little finger, but they didn't put up a fight.

The moment Jimin and Jin started to untie your shoelaces, you stirred, your vision slightly blurry. Your head pounded, and a soft sniffle left you.

Immediately, both of the alphas and all the others which were currently discarding their own coats and jackets looked over, worry and care swimming in everyone's eyes.

Jimin was the quickest out of his daze, putting the pretty snow boot they got for you away, going from crouching before your sitting position to standing up a bit taller.

The alpha took you into his arms, picking you up to hold to his chest, his chin tucking your head away into the crook of his neck.

„Sh-sh-shhh princess, alpha is here now...” He whispered softly, your arms wrapped around his shoulders as Jin helped put away the other boot.

The packmembers stayed mostly quiet, watchful and worried, sad eyes set on you. They knew more than well, that something was wrong, but they could feel that this was not the right time to ask about it.

„How about a nap little pup?” The packalpha said gently, coming over to brush some of your hair behind your ear, his motions gentle and calm.

It wasn't truly a question, more of an advice he, and all of the rest, hoped you would follow. The tiny nod you gave in answer, before your cheek rested against Jimin's collarbone was more than enough.

And so, the young alpha trotted over to the living room, where in a quick haste Jin and Hobi brought over blankets and pillows of all kind, the two scent plushies and even a few of each hoodies.

To be truthful, the large couch was covered in all of their scents and so when Jimin gently placed you down in middle of the blankets, he was slightly surprised that you wouldn't let go.

His scent was quite literally all around you, he has scented you well too, just a short while earlier, so what was it?

„...stay, oppa...” You whispered, your voice laced with sadness and timidness, having the alpha immediately do whatever you wished for with no such worry.

And so, he crawled in behind you, his back against the backrest with you tightly pulled to his warm chest.

The rest of the packmembers eventually all walked over, each of the alphas making sure to give you as many sweet pecks as they saw fit, their eyes sweet and careful.

„Rest for a little while sunny-bub, alpha will be in his studio okay?” Hoseok whispered sweetly, his nose rubbing up against yours in a cute bunny-like kiss.

Truly, he was worried about you, deeply. Whatever set you off today was surely a bigger issue they would have to go over eventually, but for now, you just needed to have a nice rest of the day.

The alpha didn't feel comfortable having you out of sight for after your sudden drop, but he felt a bit better with Jimin staying with you. He would keep you safe.

And so, he left a soft peck on your forehead, hoping that your still bleary eyes would soon shut and you would enter a calmer dreamland.

Jungkook planned to go work out this afternoon, together with Namjoon, Yoongi and Jin, but the plans seemed to have changed, and for a great reason.

The youngest couldn't help but worry for you so much, like possibly never before, constantly smothering and cooing over your tightly cuddled up form.

Somehow, he couldn't leave you right now, the moment he wanted to get up from the crouched up form, he felt a pang right against his heart and could swear he heard just the tiniest whine come from your direction - and he was right back down next to you to scent you.

„Rest with them for a while Kook, you'll feel better.” Namjoon said knowingly, patting the young alpha's shoulder in understanding.

The packalpha wasn't much better, as he took a seat to the side of you, making sure you were safely tucked away underneath the blankets with both of those scent lambs in your arms.

And so, Jungkook layed down next to you, making sure your ear would rest right against his heartbeat in hopes of it to settle you down better.

Whenever anyone would come closer, the youngest alpha was wide awake, his arms tightly wrapped around you as you napped with Jimin too asleep behind you.

It was Jin this time, the eldest coming over with two coffee mugs in hand, handing one to the packalpha who thanked him quietly.

The oldest alpha took a seat next to Namjoon who was currently typing away on his notebook, though while Jungkook believed it was work related, turned out to be a scent-keychain website.

„Oh, that one is really cute, how about it?” Seokjin mused softly, careful so that his voice wouldn't wake you up. You needed to rest, for at least a little while.

The alpha pointed to the screen where a little teddy bear keychain with a cute, pink tie-up snow hat showed. Surely you would like one like this one?

Namjoon hummed softly, clicking onto the listing to see a specific description.

Introducing our luxurious Scent Plushie Keychain, the perfect accessory for omegas in search of a comforting connection to their pack members. Crafted from an incredibly soft and comfortable luxury material, this keychain is designed to provide a sensory experience unlike any other.

Measuring at approximately 10 cm in size, our Scent Plushie Keychain is small enough to be conveniently carried with you wherever you go. Whether it's attached to your keys, backpack, or stored in your pocket, this keychain ensures that you'll always have a piece of your pack member's scent close at hand.

Created specifically for omegas, the Scent Plushie Keychain allows you to hold onto not just one, but up to five different scents. This means you can carry the comforting aromas of multiple pack members, strengthening the bond between you and your pack.

Each of these scents is carefully preserved, allowing you to experience a rush of familiar emotions whenever you need it most. Whether you're feeling anxious, lonely, or simply need a moment of comfort, a quick sniff of your Scent Plushie Keychain can transport you back to a place of safety and security.

With its exquisite craftsmanship and attention to detail, this Scent Plushie Keychain is designed to be a cherished item, passed down through generations. It not only serves as a physical reminder of your pack members but also as an emblem of your unique place within your pack.

So why wait? Indulge yourself in the ultimate luxury for omegas with our Scent Plushie Keychain. Carry the scents of your pack members with you at all times, and let their comforting aroma surround you, even when they're physically far away. Experience the power of scent as you immerse yourself in the warmth and love of your pack, no matter where life takes you.

„That sounds perfect.” Jin whispered satisfied, it sounded really nice. It looked cute and surely you would like it. All that was left for them to choose their own ones to carry and you would be much safer in the future.

„Yea but look...” The packalpha said softly, opening a cleverly designed to conceal link, which unrolled another further information.

Product Warning:

Before purchasing our Plushie Keychain, we want to ensure that you have all the necessary information to make an informed decision. While our Plushie Keychain is designed with the intention of providing comfort and connection to omegas, it's important to exercise caution and consider the specific needs of your omega partner or self.

This Plushie Keychain has the capacity to hold up to five scents, allowing you to incorporate the comforting aromas of your pack members. However, it is crucial to first consult with your omega to determine if this is the right approach for them. Each omega has unique needs and preferences when it comes to emotional support, and the use of scents may not be suitable or effective for everyone.

We recommend engaging in open and honest communication with your omega partner to understand their specific desires and boundaries. Discussing their comfort level with scent-based items is essential before incorporating our Plushie Keychain into your dynamic.

While our Plushie Keychain can be a wonderful tool for fostering a sense of connection and comfort, it is crucial to respect the boundaries and preferences of your omega. If your omega expresses any discomfort or hesitation regarding the use of scents or this product specifically, we encourage you to explore alternative methods of support that align with their needs.

Remember, the well-being and emotional health of your omega should always be prioritized. Understanding and respecting their preferences is key to maintaining a healthy and thriving bond within the omegaverse.

Please exercise caution, engage in open dialogue, and ensure that the use of our Plushie Keychain aligns with the needs and desires of your omega partner or self. Together, you can navigate the omegaverse and nurture a strong and fulfilling connection.

„See? It only holds 5 scents, we need more...but everything else checks the list.” He said, slight dissapointment lacing his voice. Jin frowned, watching Namjoon exit the tab again, going back to the photo listings.

The eldest alpha stayed by for a while longer, the two together narrowing down the search using the filter to show only the 7+ scents options.

Much less options showed then, but still, the alphas eventually agreed on a MIFFY keychain, the packalpha adding it to the cart.

Soon after, Namjoon chose his own keychain he would keep around in case you would need to help get settled. Jin chose one himself, but they waited for the others to make their choice.

Just as the eldest went to ask Yoongi and Hoseok with Taehyung to take a look, the second oldest and youngest preparing spring rolls, you stirred.

Your eyes fluttered open, a soft yawn leaving you. You went to rub your eye with a loosely closed fist, only to have the packalpha lean over immediately.

„Sh-sh-shh, go back to sleep little pup, alpha is right here. I'm not going anywhere sweetheart...”

He said gently, placing your hand back beside the scent-toy, noticing Jungkook's half asleep eyes set on your form.

You whined softly, having the youngest lean over the right very moment, his nose and chin rubbing vigorously over your cheeks and face.

„It's okay babybun, oppa is here...” He whispered, his sweet eyes set on your form.

„B-But oppa...” You whispered, your voice a bit shallow and raspy from all the sobs and crying you did earlier.

At the sound of your voice, all the attention was onto you, Namjoon stopped the carefully tucking of the many blankets around you, his eyes gentle on your form.

„How about alpha reads for you for a bit then, hm? Come here my littlest pup, alpha will keep you safe...” He said softly, caressing your hair.

You whined out but still, nodded in agreement, letting the packalpha gently lift up your head to set onto his lap as he got comfortable.

With a pillow underneath you he so carefully set up for you, Namjoon sighed in content, relief clouding his mind. You were talking and you told them what you needed, even when not fully and completely.

You would be okay.

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Boyfriends Pairing: Joshua Hong x Fem!Reader Series: SVT x Harry’s House Tags: 2.7k, F2L, Angst, Comfort, Read Warnings! Summary: Joshua is the best friend watching you stay in a broken relationship and the one you always come running to when it all falls apart. “You lay with him as you stay in the daydream.”

Warnings: PLEASE READ! This is a little heavy in some parts, brief mention/admission of domestic abuse & injuries (bruising, broken nails, scratches), brief mention of infidelity, language, anger/sadness, comfort between characters - but a lot of tears.

You look so happy. He hopes it lasts.

It never does but he’s grown used to the pattern he’d somehow found himself looped into. The cycle of brief happiness, heartbreak, anger, and then eventually…forgiveness. He’d become your safety blanket when your relationship fell apart - the one person you ran to when it all blew up in your face and no matter how badly he wished to shake some sense into you, he simply opened the door and by default, his heart, every time you came knocking.

Perhaps it’s just his inside perspective because he knows too much, but he analyzes every reaction, every flit of emotion across your face. Things are good right now. You’re smiling, engaged in conversation with some of the other guests at the gala, your hand tucked into your boyfriend’s arm who is playing the part of the charming, influential business man.

Joshua scoffs into his drink.

Kim Juwon was a piece of shit. Sure, he was tall, maybe objectively good looking, but inside he was a black hole. He cared for little more than expensive dinner parties with conniving CEOs, tailored suits, and stepping on anyone who might raise him up a bit higher to the top. He’d also had a vice for gambling and women but you chose to ignore that entirely.

Juwon was practiced in pretty words and empty promises. No matter how many times he’d broken your trust he’d reeled you right back in with regurgitated poetry and gifts. He’d dedicate a few days to doting on you and you alone, make you feel like everything would work itself out and then once you became comfortable again, he dropped the mask.

You catch Joshua’s eye from across the room, waving with a dazzling smile he wishes was reserved for only him and he raises his glass in your direction. Juwon notices your gaze and adjusts his posture, slipping his arm low on your back possessively. With Joshua’s attention on them, he leans down, whispering something in your ear that leaves you giggling.

Pointedly, winking at Joshua - Juwon pulls you further into the room and out of his sight. Joshua drains his glass of champagne and sets it on a passing waiter’s tray, shoving his hands in his pockets. It was time to call it a night and he’s sure you’ll text him later for not saying goodbye but he knows you’ll come around in a few days time. You always do.

Eight days. It was longer than he’d expected but when there comes a knock at the door nearing eleven o’clock at night, he knows it’s you.

He opens the door to find you standing in the same place you’ve been too many times before. There’s a storm raging outside and you’re soaked to the bone but you hardly offer a flicker of life when he takes your hand and pulls you inside. Dripping on his floor, you shiver and Joshua waits for the onslaught - the anger, the outpouring of devastation, but it doesn’t come.

Whatever happened this time is different. Somehow, he knows it’s far worse.

“Come on,” he says gently, pulling you toward his bathroom. You stand and stare blankly at your reflection in the mirror. The dark circles under your eyes, your limp, dripping hair, bloodshot eyes. Joshua turns on the shower and leaves once you begin stripping off your wet clothes, closing the door and leaning against it, calming the swirling rage and despair in his heart.

Hidden behind the curtains, you sit beneath the hot spray, knees tucked to your chest, and Joshua hears the wracked sobs as he collects your wet clothes to wash. He hesitates at the door for a moment but he leaves a warm towel and some of his own clothes for you to change into whenever you’re ready. However long that may be.

Perhaps you’ll stay until your fingers prune and the water runs cold. The thought makes his heart ache and he hopes you’ll pull yourself up off the floor soon.

Forty-six minutes you’re gone. He watches the clock and when you emerge from his bathroom, hair still damp, he uncorks the bottle of wine he’d pulled from the fridge not long ago, filling both your glasses far over whatever is deemed socially acceptable in public settings.

You still have that glassy look in your eyes, as if you’re not truly seeing anything before you. Lost in your mind with whatever happened before you found yourself at his doorstep for the umpteenth time. Crossing the room, floating like a ghost, you carefully fold yourself onto the opposite end of the couch, dragging a blanket over your lap. Joshua says nothing but he holds out your glass and you cup the base of it in both hands, staring down into the deep red wine.

He waits and waits for it to happen.

The angry tears, the cursing, the threat to leave and never go back but instead it’s a stark silence and he doesn’t push but he is dying to know…what is different this time?

“I’m sorry that I keep doing this to you.”

It’s the first time you’ve spoken since you’ve arrived and Joshua peers over at you, ready to listen, but you say the words and take a long sip. Swallowing down a good amount to make your glass light enough to balance by the stem and swirl the contents around. You focus on the movement willing yourself to hold stinging tears at bay. You’re so tired of crying.

“You know that you’re always welcome here,” Joshua finally responds, seeking to hear your voice again, “Don’t apologize.”

You don’t respond aside from a small, empty smile and it’s then that Joshua notices your broken nail, jagged and painful looking. He deposits his glass on the table and then reaches for your own, setting it next to his, and takes both your hands. His brows furrow tightly, concern pulling them together and wrinkling his otherwise flawless skin.

Two of your nails are broken, edges unkempt, and you won’t meet his eyes.

“What happened?” he asks quietly, his heart rate picking up. Something is not right.

You pull your hands back into your lap and keep your eyes down. “Nothing happened, Josh,” your voice is meek, so unlike you and he doesn’t believe it for a second.

“Something happened or you wouldn’t be here and we both know that,” he sighs, “Stay here.”

You look up so quickly your neck cracks and realize he’s just going into the bathroom and you relax a little. He returns with a few things and settles on his knees in front of you. You sit in silence for several long minutes, watching Joshua carefully clip and file your broken nails and then, frowning at a small cut across your knuckle, he finds a little antibiotic ointment and a bandaid. More quiet as he puts everything away and then returns to his place on the couch.

“I wish I fell in love with you first.”

The admission hangs in the air between you and Joshua’s breath catches in his throat. After a moment, you stop avoiding him and look up, drinking in his face with your sad and tired eyes. It’s a thought that’s plagued your heart and mind since sometime between the tenth and twentieth time you’ve come running to him. Life would have been so much simpler if you fell in love with Joshua before you’d met Juwon and become trapped in a toxic cycle of fantastical romance and endless heartbreak.

Joshua is still in a bit of a shock and you laugh though its short, dejected.

“I know saying that makes me a complete asshole and I’m so sorry,” you pause, taking a deep breath, “I think I’ve known how you’ve felt about me for what? Two years? And yet, I still show up on your doorstep every time I have a problem, knowing how…unfair that is of me. It’s selfish and wrong, but you love me unconditionally and I only wish I would have realized that sooner.”

“How d-did you?” Joshua can hardly get the words out.

“I think you’d have to really, truly love a person like me to keep dealing with this shit for this long,” you surmise, “You’ve been there for everything. Every win, every loss, every heartbreak, every celebration. You’re the only person who has always been there. It must be so suffocating, watching me run around and make the same mistakes over and over again. Looking but never actually seeing what’s right in front of me.”

Joshua can’t even believe what he’s hearing. His hands shake, pulse thrashing, and he doesn't register how much closer you’ve both gravitated toward one another in the middle of the couch now, mere centimeters apart. He can’t focus his thoughts, can’t look away from you in utter disbelief. His eyes are still open when your lips press against his.

It’s tentative, delicate. You pull back, eyes flitting up to his and Joshua’s hand braces the side of your face, bringing you back in and kissing you like he’d wanted so many times before. Your hand wraps around his, the other resting over his heart and kiss him back. It feels so different, full of so much more love and affection than every single kiss you’d ever shared with Juwon and the thought springs forth new tears.

One slips between your joined lips, another over his hand and he pulls back suddenly, heavily breathing, eyes wild. “This is a bad idea,” he grits out, as if the very words cut him down to his soul to have to speak aloud, “You’re right. I am in love with you and I always have been but I can’t do this tonight. Not when I know you’re going back to him in the morning.”

“I’m not,” you choke out, using every ounce of power in your body to calm yourself down, “I’m not going back to him.”

At this, Joshua scoffs, standing up to begin pacing back and forth in frustration and confusion.

He rolls his shoulders, unbearable tension settling into his muscles, “You have to know how many times you’ve said that to me? Right? I want to believe you will finally do what’s right for you but I can’t trust your words. You might mean that right now because you’re upset about…whatever the fuck happened this time but you’ll forgive him. You always do!”

“It’s different this time,” you offer quietly, not matching his raised volume, “I don’t blame you for not believing me but I am not going back. We’re done.”

Disbelieving laughter pours from his lips because you being so adamant is driving him to a point of anger. His heart is open and hurting for the both of you and he doesn’t mean to get so carried away but he looks down at you with such an incredibly disappointed glare and asks, “Pray tell. What makes this time so much more different than all the other times you were done?!”

You’re silent again and he almost takes that as you not having an answer to his question, as he suspected, and then you drop your head and raise the sleeves on both arms, holding them out to Joshua who’s face drops. Across your forearms lie bruising and red marks, some in the distinct shape of finger prints. All the air whooshes out of his body and he nearly crashes to his knees.

“I found out that he’s sleeping with his secretary - has been for quite awhile,” you explain softly, “That was enough reason for me to end things but he wouldn’t let me leave…”

Joshua staggers closer and falls into the space next to you, hands frozen because he wants to hold you but…the bruises. Bile gathers in the back of his throat and he swallows down the bitter, acidic taste and let’s you continue. He needs to hear you confirm what he already knows.

“He didn’t hit me but when I reached for the door, he yanked me away hard enough to hurt my shoulder and that’s probably when I broke my nails and then he just…held me there squeezing my arms, telling me I couldn’t leave.”

Joshua clenches his jaw, fury etched into every inch of his rigid body but you reach out and grab his hand, willing him to stay by your side. “My neighbors heard us fighting and called the cops. Juwon tried to talk his way out of it like always but they arrested him after seeing my injuries. He’ll spend the night in holding but he’ll probably be out tomorrow and then I have to see a lawyer to help file a restraining order and…just thinking about it all makes me tired.”

How you have the strength right now to form even the tiny, half-hearted smile you manage, he cannot fathom. He brings his other hand over yours and cradles them so gently, as if your delicate, mangled heart lie between his palms. “I’m so sorry that you went through all of that, especially doing it alone. I would have come down to the police station if I had kn-”

You shake your head, cutting him off, “I know what you would have done had you been in the same room as him and I didn’t want to risk you ending up behind bars too.”

You’re right but that doesn’t ease any of his guilt, “I…I’m sorry I got upset with you and raised my voice,” he blinks back the overwhelming emotion swirling in the pits of his soul, “The last thing i’d ever want to do is make you afrai-”

You kiss him again, just a short press of your lips against his but it’s enough to let him know he’s forgiven.

“Josh,” you hold both sides of his face now, rolling your thumb over his cheek, “Can I just…can I stay with you tonight?”

“Of course,” his answer comes quickly and you nod, quietly thanking him before making another request.

“Will you hold me?”

Your voice is weak but hopeful and there isn’t a single sliver of possibility that he’d say no to you. He takes your hands gently, kissing each of your palms and leads you through the house back to his bedroom. Crawling into bed next to each other, you curl up on your side, letting Joshua wrap his body around your own protectively.

“I hope you have an extra toothbrush,” you whisper and he hums bemusedly, “I have to move everything out of the house when he’s not there tomorrow.”

Joshua’s brows furrow and he holds you a bit tighter, “Where will you go?”

“My parents,” you sigh. It wasn’t ideal but it was all you had.

“Stay here…stay with me.”

You turn your head, trying to look at him in the dark. “Josh…no, I’ve imposed enough already and I can’t just ke-”

He kisses you just like you had earlier when he began apologizing. So tender and full of love, he parts from you and his eyes gleam in the darkness, “Believe me, I wouldn’t offer if I didn’t mean it,” he implores, “Perhaps I was the fool who continuously opened the door every time you came running but I never once regretted letting you into my home or my heart,” he presses his forehead against yours and pleads in a whisper, “So maybe let me be a little selfish this time and just…stay with me.”

You squeeze your eyes shut but the tears fall anyways and you’re nodding your head, barely managing you answer and Joshua sighs in relief, kissing your hair and stroking your skin. He doesn’t know what comes next for the two of you but as long as you’re together, it doesn’t much matter. Neither of you will have to face things alone and that thought washes away the worry, the hurt, the fear and at last, you feel like you’ve found your way home.

Thanks for reading! 💗

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Okay!, here me out!!, I’m not good at writing stories but If I am I’m already writing stories that suddenly pop in my mind but I always have a plot in my mind😭, so I’m just gonna req this plot beacuse I’m not good writing stories and you are one of my fave authors😏, so heres the plot!! — kyungjun is known to be a bully and reader is know to be a blunt and honest person, no one knows that she can you know fight, when suddenly someone or some gang barge into their room asking for juwon or anyone and their asking for a fight and of course reader have to step up cause they are too much, when the person suddenly raise a fist and the fight started —, hahahahah and the story goes on, this is like a kyungjun x reader but the class found out that reader can fight!, 😭😭, I’m not good at explaining things so I’m really sorry if you don’t get it, but!, I hope you do!!

Hi anon thank you for sending your request!

I’ll surely write it for you💕

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Our Family | Chapter 15

Pairing : Idol!Jaehyun x makeup artist!reader

Genre : fluff, angst

Warnings : violence

Wordcount : 1.5k

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A/N : hi! this is the last chapter of Our Family. I sincerely hope you enjoy reading Our Family, thanks for everyone who have been always waiting for my update and I’ll now more focusing on long fiction, pls look forward to more fiction of mine! Thankiew 💚☺️

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You wake up in an empty runis groggily. Your legs and hands are tied to the wooden chair, you can't even move.

“Jeong Jaehyun. He’s your husband right?” Hwiyoung asked, pinching your chin make you looking at him. “Do you really think that the first time we met in the café was really luck or fate?” Hwiyoung let go of his hand and turn around. “No” Hwiyoung shaking his head. “You have no idea how much effort I put into investigating your information. I have to say that your husband does hide your personal information well, but there are still loopholes to have, now.” Hwiyoung's eyes become very strange, it feels like you don't know him anymore. “Hwiyoung?” You aching your brows.

“You know what? My sister suicide because of your damn fucking husband, that fucking bastard. He doesn't deserve to have my sister loves him so much, he doesn't deserve it!” Hwiyoung sneered. “But I hate you even more. If you don't marry that bastard, then maybe there won't be wedding photos existing, and my sister won't suicide because of the wedding photos that appear on the live! It’s all because of you! It’s you!” Hwiyoung yelling. You are totally freaked out. “Hwi- Hwiyoung…” You trying to calm him down but he cut your words off by slapping your face.

“Stop calling me that! It’s not my name!” Hwiyoung yelling. “Now that I've lost my favorite, beacsue of you this bitch! I'll let you try it too.” Hwiyoung smirking and turn around. “Please, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” You voice trembling. You try to struggle but there is no use. You try to reach your phone on the table beside you as it’s buzzing, Jaehyun is calling. But your hands are tied together, you couldn’t reach for your phone. Right this time, Hwiyoung turn back to you. “7 missed call.” Hwiyoung pick up your phone and saw 7 missed call from Jaehyun.

“I’m sure you should be familiar with the name Juwon, right? She is a good helper, but she is too self-complacent. She thinks she is charismatic enough to make Jaehyun fall for her and create conflict between you and him, but end up it’s me to pick up the slack.” Hwiyoung said and sneering. “What a pity. I lose my lovely sister, so I’ll make sure he lose his lovely son.” Hwiyoung said then pick up Jaehyun’s call and on speaker. “(Y/N)! (Y/N)! Why didn’t you pick up my phone, Did Hwiyoung came? If he hasn't, don't open the door for him when he arrives. I’m coming home now., stay at home.” Jaehyun yelling.

“(Y/N)? Why aren’t you speaking? (Y/N)?” “It’s too late.” Hwiyoung said. “I’ll give you two options, choose her, or your little boy. Oh, no. I mean you could only choose one, once (Y/N) is dead, the baby boy inside will die as well.” Hwiyoung smirking. “Where are you! You can do anything to me but please, let go of them. It’s all my fault, don’t implicate the two of them.” Jaehyun begging. “Of course it’s your fault. But I want you to know what it's like to lose a loved one.” Hwiyoung laughing sarcastically.

“Please, I beg you. You can do whatever to me but please let go of them.” You can hear Jaehyun is very worried. “Or let's play a different game, shall we? I'll give you 20 minutes, oh no, 10 minutes. Come to the address I send you. I'll consider about letting you go if you could make it in time, if it's too late, I’m not sure what I’ll do.” Hwiyoung said then hung up the phone. “Let’s see, how much your husband loves you.” Hwiyoung said then leave you inside the empty ruins.

You don't know how long it's been or where this is, but you saw Hwiyoung come in and walk towards you. “He’s late, 5 minutes.” Hwiyoung cracking his fingers. “So, how about 1 minute late punch you one time?” Hwiyoung cracking his neck now. He then punches your belly. You whines as you felt the pain on your belly. “One.” Hwiyoung counting. “Two.” He punch your belly again. You feel water running down your thighs, your water is broken. “Please stop, my water is broken!” You're screaming loud as you are in pain and hoping he'll stop. “Seems that he doesn't love you very much either.” Hwiyoung smirking. “Please, please I beg you, please call ambulance.” You are crying.

Suddenly, the sound of siren came from outside. Two cops rushed in and buckled Hwiyoung's hand from behind with cuffs. Jaehyun quickly ran to your side. “My- my water is broken, the baby is coming.” You are panting. Jaehyun took out his phone and immediately dialed 112. “They are coming in 5 minutes, hang in there.” Jaehyun soothes you as he frantically untangles your hands and feet from the chair. You're already sweating, but luckily the ambulance arrived faster than expected. Jaehyun escorted you to the ambulance and on the way to the hospital the nurses kept teaching you how to breathe to relax yourself because you were already starting to feel contractions.

Jaehyun holding your hand tight and make sure to let you squeeze his hand even it’s pain, when you have your contractions. And the cops called Jaehyun and tell him they’ve arrested Kim Youngkyun. Jaehyun feels so sorry for you, inside the ambulance he keeps berating himself why he didn't figure out what Hwiyoung is actually secretly planning when you first met Hwiyoung. He should do it when he found Hwiyoung is suspicious, then maybe you don't need to go through this today.

“I’m so sorry.” Jaehyun crying and holding your hands against his forehead. Even though you barely have any strength in the pain but you trued your best to caress his hair. “I’ll still be giving birth to our baby in a few weeks, don't blame yourself, hum?” You said, trying your best to give him a big smile. “Thank you so much for giving birth to our baby boy, thank you.” Jaehyun pressed a kiss on your forehead.

When you arrive at the hospital, the doctor is already in the delivery room ready to deliver your baby. Jaehyun stays by your side and he lets you to grab his hand. You squeeze Jaehyun's hand every time you you try to push the baby out, your expression really makes his heart arched, you were so in pain until you hear baby crying. “Congratulations.” The nurse beside said. The nurse gave Jaehyun to have a look of your baby boy and washed the baby's blood first then brought him to your chest. You pull down the clothes on your left breast and let your baby boy drink your breast milk. He immediately stopped crying as soon as he drank your milk. Although it was very painful for giving birth, but it was worth it when the moment holding this little life in your arm.

“He’s cute.” You caressed his wrinkled skin gently. Your baby falls asleep immediately on your chest after feeding. When the nurse came to check, she said that he would be taken to the baby room, although you are really reluctant, but still have to do it. “We can always visit him at the baby room.” Jaehyun said. “But he's only been with me for a few minutes.” You pouting. “He will always by your side at the moment you gave birth to him.” Jaehyun chuckling and kissed your temple.

“Babe.” Jaehyun call you softly, afraid he might wake up Hee Tae as you are lulling him to sleep in your arms. You hummed. “Let's... make our marriage public. First, we have been married for almost 2 years, and Hee Tae have already born but still, no one knows your existence. I feel that I have a responsibility to give you a name. Second, I don't want things to repeat the same way, I need those fans to understand and know that I'm married. That, I’m yours, and Hee Tae’s father.” Jaehyun said.

“Are you sure? Won't it negatively affect your image?” You asked. “It do wasn’t mattered. My life is only about you and Hee Tae, you are the most important.” Jaehyun said and looking at Hee Tae which is still in your arms. “Don’t you want to make it public?” Jaehyun adds and titled his head aside. “Of course I want, I'm just wondering if this is all a dream, will I wake up and everything get back to normal? What have I done in my past life to meet you, such a wonderful and perfect man? And even have such a lovely cute baby with you.” Your eyes turned watery as you said. Jaehyun tuck you into his embrace.

“It’s my pleasure to meet you. It’s probably me, who must have did the best thing in the world in my past life, to meet you.” Jaehyun said and cupped your face to make you looking straight into his eyes. “Thank you. I’m so grateful and happy to meet you, make you my wife and giving birth to Hee Tae to me.” Jaehyun said and pressed a kiss onto your forehead. “I love you, (Y/N).” Jaehyun murmur softly. “I love you too.” You kissed his lips. “This is Our Family, and I’ll protect all of you.” Jaehyun beaming with happiness.

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igonecrazy · 2 years

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WIP Meme / Tag Game

Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it.

Then tag some people for a no-obligation mutual wailing/cheering/complaining session!

I was tagged by @bouncydragon but I’m making it a separate post instead of reblogging, as to not make the post so long.

(yes i copy pasted the whole thing)

Hmmmmmm.....i has a lot of WIPs..for a number of ships..lets see..

Welcome to the Kang Family (ch3..its for Lawful Husbands)

Lily Part .........<lemme check>.....6 (Hannigram abo parents au)

5+1 Dongsik falls to make Juwon laugh

Jaeho x Hyunsoo Bodyguard AU

The Wedding (Hannigram mind palace wedding)

Lily part 4 (which would be part yet-to-be-determined)

Symbrock 🤝 Hannigram

Happier 2.0 (Hannigram)

Ryu Soo Yeol x Jo Hyun Soo (Siwan and LDW characters from different shows..kinda like Hannibal Extended Universe)

Reader Insert Hannibal (still Hannigram but she is like his adopted murder ward)

Crack Fic Formage (Hannigram)

Prince Will (Hannigram with a side of Nigel

Do it in the Hallway? (Hannigram)

TAM ch 3 (Malec-Sizzy-Clace)

TFoL ch 4 ( Malec-Sizzy-Clace)

Lightwoof Bane ch1 (Malec)

Tony Loki (the one i was once upon a time writing for you @bouncydragon)

Car Keying (Malec......honestly i didnt even remember this idea..but it was so cute :P)

TAM ch 4 (Malec-Sizzy-Clace)

Damn!!!! I didn’t remember half of these *cries in unfinished WIPs*

Tags- @latent-thoughts @magnus-the-maqnificent @bobafvcks <good fucking gawd my brain forgot all my writer mutuals the moment i asked it to remember them to tag.........plz feel free to realise just how many WIPs you have in the bag..the number might surprise ya..:P>

#tumblr tag game #i love you @ dante <3 #and good gawd i need to write faster than i brew ideas

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nymphigeon · 4 years

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Roses Have Thorns

♡ Pairing; Jungkook x Reader

♡ Genre; Angst, Fluff, Fantasy!AU, Supernatural!AU, S2L, Student!Jungkook, Wizard!Jungkook, Angel!Reader, Demon!Reader, Student!Reader

♡ Warnings (for this chapter); Mentions of murder, swearing

♡ Rating; NC-17

♡ Words; 3363

♡ Summary; A girl forced to live in fear because of her own power. Even though she isn’t supposed to exist, she wants to live. She’ll just make sure that she breaks herself over and over until there is nothing left of her. He, of course, won’t let her.

♡ A/N; The first chapter! I was really scared when I posted the prologue as I wasn’t sure what others would think of it, but I’m happy to see people liked it. Please let me know what you think! Enjoy!

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Chapter One

The sound of heels clicking against a marble floor resonates through the long, spacious hallway. As the woman wearing the heels comes closer to reaching her destination, her steps slow down. Finally, she comes to a halt in front of two huge wooden doors.

She closes her eyes and takes in a deep breath, preparing herself for the conversation about to take place. After a slow exhale, the woman opens up her eyes and strongly knocks on one of the two giant doors. Not even two seconds later she hears the doors creaking.

A line of light shows between the doors, indicating that soon she’ll be faced with the nightmare she likes to avoid most. The woman is terrified, but she will absolutely not show it. She can’t, this is too important.

A space existing out of white walls decorated with swirls of gold presents itself. Big windows replace the wall furthest away from the door, filling every corner with natural light, and amplifying the shiny diamond-filled ceiling.

An older looking woman wearing a beautiful, and no doubt, expensive looking dress stands in front of the windows. Her body has been turned away from the doorway, choosing to look down upon the country she rules instead of her frightened visitor.

“Come in, Elenora.” She demands. The woman named Elenora walks into the room, only stopping when she gets to the middle. She drops herself into a low bow before standing up straight again. The doors behind her close, she is trapped.

“I’m sure you know why I summoned you here today.”

Elenora opens her mouth to reply, but gets stopped by the other woman raising her hand into the air. Just as quickly as her lips parted, she closes them.

“Recently a certain group of commoners have decided to protest in front of the castle.” The woman decided she no longer wants to face the city. She turns around to look at the middle of the room. “Do you know why?”

Elenora contemplates how exactly she should answer. It was already clear why the queen wanted to speak to her way before coming here, but no matter how many times Elenora went over the reactions her words could elicit, every single possibility ended in doom.

The woman raises an eyebrow at Elenora’s silence. “Well? Answer me.” Her voice is cold and harsh. “Yes, Your Majesty. I know.” Elenora finally speaks. “They aren’t satisfied and demand that Your Majesty’s crown is transferred to somebody else.” She holds her head high as she speaks. She will not let this woman bring her down.

“Exactly, you seem to know well.” The queen chuckles, but there is no real amusement to be found in the sound. “You protect my role as your queen and I will protect that daughter of yours.” The queen steps forward and walks in Elenora’s direction.

“That was the deal, wasn’t it?”

She slowly walks around Elenora in a circle. “Yes, Your Majesty.” Elenora refuses to let the disapproving gaze of the queen intimidate her. “Then why are there these commoners that want me gone?” The queen stops at Elenora’s right side.

“It’s very difficult to convince everyone of Your Majesty’s goodwill.” You know, it’s very difficult to convince a mob of angry people that a certain female is trying to protect them, while her life is showered in money stolen from the those very angry people themselves.

Elenora can’t help but flinch at the queen’s next words. “Get rid of them.” The queen doesn’t shout, she doesn’t need to. Her stone cold voice is enough to make goose bumps appear on anyone’s skin.

“If you fail to do so, your daughter will no longer be under my protection.” The queen raises her hand in front of Elenora’s face. Silver sparkles appear in the palm of her hand and beyond. A few moments later, the queen is holding a sword. She moves it under Elenora’s chin, close to the front of her throat.

“And you might just disappear from the face of the earth.”

She smiles wickedly before her lips turn back into a straight line. “I know, Your Majesty.” Elenora hasn’t moved an inch from her spot. “Very well.” The sword disappears and the queen lowers her hand. She walks back to her previous position at the back of the room.

With her back turned to the rest of the room, she waves Elenora off. “You may leave.” The doors open up at the words of the queen. Elenora bows one last time before turning around and walking out of the room. The doors close back up behind her and a lock is turned. Elenora lets out a breath she didn’t know she was holding. That went better than expected.

“One, two, three, four…”

The light pitter-patter of children feet can be heard as soon as you start counting. The steps get further and further away until you can no longer hear them.

“Eleven, twelve, thirteen…”

You take your hands away from your face knowing the kids are long gone by now. Smiling, you keep counting. You promised them you wouldn’t turn around until you hit twenty.

“Seventeen, eighteen, nineteen…”

Right when the mark has been hit you turn around to look both ways. “The monster has been released!” You yell as you start running to your left, looking behind every pillar as you go. They’re not so stupid as to hide behind one of those, but just in case they are, it would be unfortunate to miss them.

You stop when you get to one of the unused bedrooms in the mansion, knowing very well who has hidden here and where, but for the fun of it you’ll pretend to be clueless for now. “Where could you have gone?” You ask out loud.

Someone is clearly trying to muffle the sound of them giggling. You make your over to the king-sized bed in the room, first pulling off the covers to scare the kid underneath the piece of furniture.

“You’re not here?” Children love it when those way older than them exaggerate their speech, and your cousins are no different. “Then what about under the bed?”

You get to your knees to look under the bed, slowly, just to build up some of that tension you feel right before you get caught. Before you are able to fully plant yourself to the ground, a giggling mess runs from under the bed to the door.

“Catch me!” He sticks out his tongue and runs out. You’re not far behind, following the boy out of the room and quickly gaining in on him. “Gotcha!” You open up your arms and wrap them around the boy when you’re close enough.

“Y/N! That’s not fair, you have longer legs!” He attempts to look angry, which pretty much fails as he only looks cuter with the pout he’s wearing. Besides that, he can’t get his smile to turn upside down.

“I played fair and square Jaebeom.” You laugh as you let him go. “Now where are the others?” It’s probably silly to expect an answer from him. Jaebeom isn’t one for snitching.

“Not telling! I will lose with pride!” He runs away, to where you don’t know. You walk after him, making sure he safely gets to the living room. If anything were to happen to him, your aunt would most likely fry you alive.

Jaebeom, who hasn’t noticed you following him from a distance, makes a move to enter the kitchen instead of the living room. Stretching his arm out, he reaches for the door handle, but comes just short. He huffs out in frustration, trying again soon after.

As much fun as it is to watch him struggle, determined to do this on his own, you really don’t want him to fall over. You may not be living the best live, but you’re not yet prepared to be dunked into a human seized frying pan.

When you get closer to the struggling kid, he gasps loudly at having been caught. Somehow his brain still believes he can just pretend nothing happened. With that the kid turns around, happily walking to the living room this time.

As you walk into the kitchen you look around for any sign of life. There are only a few cupboards big and empty enough to fit a child in. You knock on one of the doors, hoping to just scare the girl out of her hiding spot, but she stays still.

Moving to another cupboard, you place your hand on the handle. The door swings open, revealing a kid curled up in herself. She pouts and climbs out. “I want to eat pancakes.” She whines.

“Maybe next time sweetheart. Juwon is the last one hiding so he wins.” You pat her head and gently push her in the direction of the living room where Jaebeom is seated.

“Juwon! You win, you can come out now!” You yell through the house, not really expecting him to hear it. The space the children can play in is limited, it would be too dangerous to give them access to the entire mansion. Though, even that limited space is quite big and you don’t have a loud voice.

You walk around a bit, but see no sign of him. He also doesn’t seem to hear your calls for him. “Where would a 10 year old hide?” You sigh after having looked through all the accessible rooms, even having checked a few corridors outside of the children play area. The only place you haven’t been yet is outside.

You walk outside into the garden and immediately spot Juwon looking at the flowers blooming at the side of the garden. “I’ve been looking all over for you and you weren’t even trying to hide.” You smile and pluck a flower, giving it to him.

“I didn’t think you would come out here.” He accepts the flower and looks up at you. “Well you were right, you won.” You take his hand to walk back inside. “I want pizza.” Juwon decides to keep his eyes on the flower. “Then we’ll have pizza.”

“Thank you for looking after them today Y/N.” Your aunt doesn’t look at you as she says it, being more interested in something in her purse. “No problem. They’re my cousins, I don’t mind having to babysit them.”

You look over your aunt’s shoulder to her car. Jaebeom is already fast asleep in the backseat while the other two haven’t even entered yet. “Here you go.” A tiny red pouch is handed to you.

“As a thank you.” She smiles at you as you reluctantly accept the pouch. “I can’t take this, you shouldn’t have…” The volume of your voice lowers as you see your aunt shaking her head. “Take it, I want you to have it. I already bought it anyway.”

She brings her hand up to stroke your cheek. “Take care of yourself dear.” You nod and tell her to take care as well, earning another sweet smile.

After waving the family off, you step back inside. You yawn and lean against the closed door. Your cousins have been full of energy. While it’s fun playing with them, it’s also tiring. Compared to their age you feel ancient. Next time your mom plays with them, you’ll make sure to compliment her on it.

The door to your bedroom opening wakes you up. “Were you sleeping? I’m sorry.” Only her silhouette is visible to your sleep filled eyes, the hallway light behind her too bright for your liking. Somewhere your brain wonders if she’s really sorry, as your mom walks into your room without waiting for your signal, closing the door behind her.

“No it’s fine, I actually wasn’t supposed to fall asleep.” You might’ve just fallen asleep before you could even start working on any of your projects. Not that it really matters, you’re way ahead of your class, but if you slack off now all your hard work will be for nothing.

After stretching and sitting up you face your mother. “How did it go?” You carefully ask. This has always been a touchy subject, you don’t really like talking about it. Not giving your mother any emotional support though also feels wrong. “It went well, a lot better than I expected honestly. I just need to get rid of the protestors and then we’re all set again.”

Your mother looks tired. Always trying so hard, not complaining even once. It’s not fair. “You need to stop thi-.” “They’ll kill you.” She interrupts you. “And after that it’s my turn.” She looks away from you, pain flashing across her face. “You know that.” She’s hurting, you do know, but there is little you can do. So you stay silent.

It’s your fault. It’s your fault. It’s your fault. It’s your f-

“I love you.” Your mother embraces you and kisses your forehead. “I love you too.” You reply, but your voice breaks in the middle. “And I’m sorry.” You can’t cry now, you’ve already caused your mother enough trouble. “Don’t be, it’s me who should apologise.” You look up to see your mother’s sad smile. She’s doing all this for what? A fuck up of a daughter?

“You already did too much apologizing.” Your mother closes her eyes and shakes her head. “I’ll protect you.” She’s determined, she always has been. As long as you’ve known her she’s never been a woman of giving up. To her, that’s her way of showing she can do good, that she’s not what other people deem her to be.

“You shouldn’t have to.” But she isn’t really listening anymore. This conversation is over. “Get some rest, you’re tired.” The one who is the most tired won’t rest though. Such a hypocrite.

She strokes your head and gets up. “Don’t worry about it anymore, I’ll take care of it.” Not wating for a response, she immediately leaves the room.

Maybe they should just kill you.

“Y/N! Wait!” You stop walking and turn around to the familiar voice calling for you. “Let’s have lunch together.” Chanmi walks past you, immediately expecting you to follow her.

Chanmi was one of the first friends you ever made. Being raised by a wealthy family made it so that you’ve constantly been under protection. You didn’t go out much and mostly got home schooled during your elementary school years.

One day your mother had brought you to a playground close to home, meeting up with one of her friends. Just as she had turned her eyes away from you, you fell down from the monkey bars onto the sand below. It didn’t hurt much, but as a child who wanted to be comforted you screamed your lungs out.

Instead of your mother, another girl at the playground reached you first. She looked to be around 2 years older than you, worry displayed on her face. With the kind soul she had, and still has, she helped you up and took care of any small injuries you had. When your mother saw the interaction she deliberately stayed back to see how things would turn out.

Now 16 years later, you and Chanmi are still good friends. After convincing your parents you’d be fine to get educated outside of school, you joined the same high school and university as her. Calling Chanmi a childhood friend seems to fit that description.

“Mister Wilson just had to fill in for miss Robinson. Apparently she became extremely sick over the weekend and won’t be teaching for at least a week. I’ve never seen him before but I’m already sure he is the worst teacher I’ve ever had.” She starts to complain as soon as you reach the cafeteria.

“We don’t have to hand in our financial services project for another week but he demanded we hand it in tomorrow! Does he think anyone will listen to that? Nobody has finished it yet!” You haven’t been able to concentrate on anything today, but you do your best to listen to her.

“My partner leaves everything up to me as well. I really need a high grade for this if I want to pass that class.” She drops her head to the table, whining about her partner some more before turning so she can see you from this position.

“You’ve had it rough today.” You speak for the first time since she came up to you. “You usually don’t complain that much about classes.” You switch your gaze from the lunch in front of you to your friend. Chanmi is more interesting anyway.

“Everyone has a breaking point.” She raises her head back up and sighs. “I’ll just complain to his mentor.” Chanmi grins like she just thought of the best plan ever, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “Snitch.” You chuckle.

“I’d rather get stitches than having to fail that class.” She shrugs as she chugs her water bottle empty, briefly wishing it was something stronger. “Putting my problems aside for now, what’s up? You haven’t touched your food at all.”

She raises a piece of bread to your mouth, being the caring friend that she is. You take a small bite but leave it at that. Usually you don’t mind being fed by her, but today you wished she wouldn’t. “Not hungry.” You don’t feel like explaining yourself.

“Why? Are you okay?” She looks worried, but you can’t tell her anything. “I had to babysit my cousins yesterday and now I’m exhausted.” You lie to her. She doesn’t need to know the real reason.

“Make sure you rest today.” She holds the piece of bread up to you again. You take one more bite, but as soon as you do, the nausea hits you. “I’ll eat later.” You lie once again, this time to both yourself and her.

Concentrate Jungkook. You just have to imagine water. You’ve seen water your entire life. The ocean, lakes, rivers, tap water, bottled water-

“Argh! How am I supposed to just make water appear?” Jungkook pulls at his hair in frustration. “You’re able to levitate yourself into the air but you can’t make water appear?” Namjoon shakes his head. “Besides, it’s not just ‘making water appear’. You’re just taking the water already present in the air and building upon that. C’mon, try again.”

Namjoon shoves the bowl closer to Jungkook. Jungkook, however, is having none of it. He mutters a quick spell and the bowl breaks into a few shards of glass. Namjoon stares at the broken bowl for a few seconds before standing up, irritation clear in the movement.

“Fine, but at this rate you’ll never get it.” He turns around, ready to walk away. He doesn’t get the chance to actually walk away though, as before he can even take a step, he is completely soaked.

Jungkook bursts out laughing behind him. “I am a genius!” He praises himself as he holds his stomach. Namjoon wipes the water from his face and looks back at Jungkook. “Good job, but you won’t get away with this.”

Right after, Jungkook too feels a huge splash of water falling on top of him. He instantly stops laughing and instead frowns. “I guess I deserved that one.” He shakes his head around like a dog, trying to prevent the water dripping down his fringe from getting into his eyes. “I’ll go change” He announces before sauntering to his room.

When he walks past Namjoon he gets stopped by a hand on his shoulder. “I’m glad you can still laugh.” Namjoon smiles at him. He removes his hand when Jungkook looks back at him. “I know Luna is still after you.” Lowering his eyes, Namjoon seems apprehensive, not sure whether it was a good idea to bring the group up.

“I just hope you can still relax.” It must have been on Namjoon’s mind quite a lot for him to let Jungkook know like this. “I’ll be fine!” Jungkook forces himself to sound cheerful. “When they find out I don’t have what they want they won’t attack me.” He pulls on Namjoon’s sleeve.

“Let’s go dry up before we catch a cold.”

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koiiiiijiii · 2 months

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random windbreaker headcanons

tw : no, kinda cute, x reader not included

⊹ Wooin believe in mbti types, if it says that someones mbti type doesn’t match with his, he will believe it.

⊹ Hyok ultimate stand is pokemon. he wants to be pokemon.

⊹ Harry actually dog enjoyer who prefers animals to people bc they are loud and use doping. and dogs don’t use doping. Noah always argues with him bc actually cats are cooler.

⊹ Mahon was super naive person in some ways. like it was enough to say something with straight, serious face and he will believe it.

⊹ Sangho drink water or strong alcohol like whiskey, vodka, soju or something that have degree higher than 30°. nothing else. it always either water or alcohol. and he hates cocktails. if u guy who drinks cocktails u r gay, his honest opinion, i just asked him!!

⊹ Juhwan actually have a shark. there is an app, where you can “buy” a shark and you can see its location. so Juhwan owns two sharks, their names is Bobby and Sam. he was really upset when Bobbys tracker lost and he can’t see his shark anymore :( Bobby was his favorite one

⊹ deep inside Juwon really lonely person, so partly he actually enjoys that he have Vinny’s company and at some, really rare moments actually think about him as his younger brother (then he have a call from his partners from dark business and everything goes back)

⊹ Juwon actually get tied of people really fast, so he doesn’t really have friends, only business partners like Sangho and some people like Umi, who was with him in university

⊹ TJ have tiktok playlist that contains hard brazilian phonk, the ones from epic anime edits, and he listen it in headphones and imagine himself as an anime hero

⊹ Minu was questionable about his preferences. before he met Mia he always spent biggest part of his time with boys from zephyrus and June, and he wasn’t interested in girls around him. he used to think maybe he had a crush on Vinny or June.

⊹ Aria really enjoys history classes and have best marks at this subject.

⊹ Vinny doesn’t understand concept of dating. like you just met random people and start see each other every day and then maybe marry and have kids? are you insane? you just see random person and think “oh u cool, u r my boyfriend/girlfriend now”. he genuinely think people are weird.

⊹ Shelly 100% high fashion enjoyer and maybe even wanted to be a model, but she is not tall enough, so before coming to Korea she was insecure about her height.

⊹ aside from apples Hajun enjoys cucumbers. they are like apples in vegetables world.

⊹ Kaneshiro hates iqos. same with sangho, either normal cigarettes or pipe with tobacco. no third option.

⊹ Jay Jo enjoy Gordon Ramsay shows. especially old “kitchen nightmares” where he travels across US and mock cafe owners.

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kissestothesky · 4 years

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Sensations | PART 1

Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Chef!Yoongi

Warnings: None

You looked up at the big clock. The red numbers seemed to move at the speed of light now that there were barely twenty minutes left until time was up.

The rest of the contestants seemed relaxed. All of them had experience, some had even worked in the kitchens of the most prestigious chefs in Asia and Europe, and all you had was a diploma. Nobody ever overlooked it, your lack of experience had been mentioned at least twice in the nine episodes leading up to the final and even your kitchen seemed extremely childish, as if it had been taken out of a dollhouse, with its baby blue cabinets and pastel colored utensils.

You moved fast, cutting and pouring ingredients into the pot, checking the dessert in the oven and dressing the meat. While you were doing it you could see your grandmother, sitting behind the cameras. Her short legs barely reached the ground and her round cheeks were stained red from the heat of the stoves.

"My little girl is fierce as a lion" she had told all the neighbors. "You already know her, when something gets into her head, no one can stop her."

"Ten minutes left, chef's"

Your eyes went to the clock once more. Ten minutes. The tension could be felt in the air, the facades of tranquility with which the contestants had hidden themselves began to unravel. Whispers, small blows, grunts, sighs ... every little thing of those gave you peace of mind, no matter how much or who they had worked with, all of them were fighting to get what would be, surely, the greatest opportunity of their careers.

The clock reached zero and you, like the rest of the contestants, raised both arms. Your luck was cast. Your menu proposal was simple, a modernized traditional Korean dish and a chocolate coulant with wild berries, gracefully plated.

The four of you approached the table where the judges would taste each of your dishes. The first was Bae Shin-hye, she was in her mid-thirties and her career was admirable at best. Her dishes had an exotic touch while maintaining the essence of the Korean cuisine. Park Juwon then presented his dishes, emphasizing the great French influence of his food due to his studies in Paris. And was followed shortly after by Lee SeoJoon, his approach was somewhat more risky, moving further away from Korean cuisine and focusing more on the European. Then it was your turn.

"Our youngest contestant" Said the host of the show when you took a step forward. "Explain to us, Y/N, what you have prepared today."

Your eyes wandered between the three judges for a second. You knew them all, even before the program, you had read many articles about each of them and their work. Kim Hayun was sweet and friendly like her food, with it she was able to make you feel at home, almost as if you were eating a meal cooked by your grandmother while playing with tastes and textures. Choi Doyun had a completely different style, he understood cooking as a science, as if the ingredients were pieces of a puzzle that had to be put together. And lastly Min Yoongi. He was the youngest of the three and the one who accumulated the most awards. All the kitchen critics agreed that through his dishes Min Yoongi was able to tell a story, his cooking was much more than food, it was an experience.

Your eyes met the young man's dark eyes, before you began to speak.

"My plate is a little more traditional than that of my peers" you started. "Even so, I wanted to give it a different touch, modernize it a bit, keeping its essence"

Words kept coming out of your mouth, explaining why you decided to cook that, why its placement in a certain way, etc. until the judges taste it. Your mouth snapped shut and your eyes flicked between their faces, trying to decipher their expressions. Hayun grinned widely after taking a bite and Doyun nodded repeatedly. Your face and your whole body relaxed, being that the first time you got rid of your Poker face that day. But your gesture trembled when you looked at Chef Min. His face was impassive, almost as if he was bored. He made no approving movement, Yoongi just put his chopsticks on the table and stood up again.

The host of the program announced a break for the publicity, as the three judges left to exchange views and decide the winner. You looked back at your grandmother who raised both thumbs with a huge smile on her face. She was sure from the moment you were accepted into the show, you were going to win. You had been through too much, Grandma had said, God could only put something good in your way now. If you believed, her words would have been comforting.

You looked at the judges, away from everyone deciding the future of all of you. They talked quietly, almost as if they were talking about something as tribal as the weather, while the rest moved fast or waited, as you four did.

"And we are back" announced the host. "We have spent the last nine weeks watching our chefs fight for their place on this show. Each one of them with different dishes that represented a challenge to them. Today our judges, Min Yoongi, Kim Hayun and Choi Doyun, will decide which one of them will win the prize and a place as a chef in our judge Min Yoongi's three-star Michelin restaurant, Sensations".

Everything seemed to move very fast from that moment, when you realized it only you and Park Juwon were left in front of the judges. That was the moment, they were going to announce the winner and the other would be in second place, without a prize and without the greatest job opportunity you could dream of.

"You have all given your best every week, you have shown your ability not only to us but to the whole country. Not winning does not mean that the world ends, many doors will open for you from now on. Choose wisely" Yoongi started, addressing to all the contestants.

You looked down, unconvinced by his words. What opportunity could be presented in front of you that would be better than a fortune as a prize and a job in one of the best restaurants in South Korea?

"So ... we have seen your improvement every week, you have worked hard" Hayun started to speak, drawing your attention.

"Yes, you have done a great job" continued Doyun "Unfortunately there can only be one winner. The decision has been difficult, you both deserve first place for your work, perseverance and talent."

"The winner is..."

You turned to Juwon before Yoongi could announce the winner. He had addressed everyone when he had spoken, yet his words had seemed like an explanation. You were sure who was going to be the winner.

"Park Juwon".

You bowed to everyone, thanking them for their work and receiving congratulations on your second place on the show, before heading to your grandmother with a bouquet of flowers in your hands.

"I haven't won but..." you said, handing her the flowers. "Second place isn't bad at all, right? It's still the Top 3".

"You have done well, darling." She said, patting your hand before picking up the bouquet. "For me you are the number one."

"Well of course, what else could you say? I have inherited and learned everything from you."

"You definitely didn't get it from your mother."

"You never taught her, maybe she was a genius"

"Maybe. Unfortunately we will never know."

You smiled sadly and held out her walker. "Let's go home, Grandma"

The woman put the flowers on the seat on her walker and stood up with your help. It felt bittersweet, as if you had cooked a good dish that was missing something to be complete.

You heard someone yell your name, just as you and your grandmother started walking. You recognized the voice instantly. His appearance was completely different from just a few minutes ago. He had pulled his shirt out of his pants and ran his hands through his hair, ruffling it.

"Yes, Chef?"

"I will open a door for you"

"Excuse me?"

"I want you in my kitchen"

And just like that, the missing ingredient was presented to you, completing the dish that you had been cooking for so long.

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luckyukhei · 5 years

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Dethorned - Jung Jaehyun NCT

Word Count: 2,219

AU!: mafia

pairing: black female! reader x mafia member! Jung Yoonoh/ Jaehyun

Note: surprise! Here’s a random mafia au I’ve been working on for a bit! I’m back but not if that makes sense. I won’t be righting regularly as I am very busy but I hope you enjoy this.

It was very bold of Min Juwon, an old man with a lot of riches and a vast empire, to hold an important gala in his own home. Admittedly, the lovely architecture of the ball room is something to be shown off. High ceilings adorned with chandeliers. A warm and bright aura radiated from a room filled with South Korea’s biggest and oldest mafia heads.

Min Juwon was an arrogant and close minded old man with way to much money on his hands. He’s brutally cut out every ally other than his men that he ruled with an iron fist. He made it well known that if you were unlucky enough to spite him then hell would come to collect a debt. Rumor had it that a mafia in the states had the misfortunate of doing business with him and was quickly taught why you don’t play with spiders.

That’s what Min Juwon called himself, a spider. He sucked the life out of anything he could get his hands on. Including those he “loved”. The only thing bustling with life was the entrance to the ballroom of his old Victorian styled mansion.

Foot soldiers walked the front of premises in rounds and tabloids tried to get glimpses inside. Trying to get a peek of what has been the talk of the town.

To the media he was just one of Korea’s finest older rich men. Who held this gala to showcase his now most prized possessions. His new wife and step daughter.

Rumors of how their beauty can only be compared to Aphrodite. Rumors of which Yukhei would not shut up about in the cramped, disguised van that was currently holding three of the members of Neo City. There are seven of them. Four on this particular mission.

Doyoung was already inside posing as a waiter, setting up small cameras, and scoping out the area. Sicheng was watching the body cam that Doyoung was wearing and letting Doyoung know of camera adjustments to make while Yoonoh and Yukhei joked around.

Their current goal is to find and exploit cracks in the Min empire façade. That and acquire a hard drive, that in which one of the spies Neocity implemented, informed them that held various plans. Yukhei’s current goal is to meet and woe Min Juwoon’s Unnamed Step Daughter.

“What do you think she looks like?” Yukhei asked, a more of a rhetorical question. The flirty boy was daydreaming.

“Well- She’s beautiful according to Doyoung.” Sicheng relayed.

Before Sicheng could finish Yukhei fumbled to look at the rows of monitors,”Where is she?!”

Sicheng swats Yukhei as he tried to listen to what Doyoung was saying before speaking up,” Yukhei. Plan has changed. You have to dress as a waiter, Doyoung is going to need a diversion.”

Yukhei was quick to object,” But why me?! “

“Doyoung says it’s because you’re loud and annoying.” Sicheng told him nonchalantly but then continued, ”Apparently, there are guards that you could take out better than Yoonoh.”

Yukhei’s face dropped into a pout,”Alright.”

“Hey! Rude!” Yoonoh argued,”What am I going to do,”

Sicheng turned to Yoonoh,” Get a suit. You’ve some investigating to do.”

Yoonoh was never the one to seduce information out people. That was usually Yukhei’s job. So while changing Yoonoh asked Yukhei some questions.

“How do I get things out of her?” Yoonoh asked.

“Be charming. “ Yukhei grumbled.

“ How do I know which one is his step daughter?” Yoonoh followed with.

Yukhei turned his head to look at him,” People compare her to the Greek Goddess of Beauty! You’ll figure it out!”

After Yoonoh changed, he smoothed talked his way into the gala. The crowd split as if they subconsciously knew they were cruelly hiding a beauty from Yoonoh that he just had to see. When he saw the warmly toned brown skin and the big smile that sparkled more than the jewelry that lay on her neck, he froze.

“Who is that?” He whispered into the microphone on his cuff as he pretended to scratch his head.

“Who?” Sicheng asked, in between flicking to camera displays trying to get to Yoonoh’s body cam.

Doyoung’s voice rang in Yoonoh’s ear, ”That’s the leader’s daughter. The best thing to do is probably talk to her.”

The indulgence of such beauty was interrupted by a loud Yukhei.

“Woah!! She is... stunning. Yoonoh! We need to switch places right now! Come on! Do you see her?” Yukhei whined and begged but, he could do that for a thousand years.

“Yes... I do see her and there is no way I’m giving you the chance.” Yoonoh dropped his hand to approach her.

As he made his way to her, he took in every detail. Each dimple and divot. Each imperfection and perfection. Her rich brown skin sparkled from delicately placed gold highlights. Her necklace was a gold chain that had a ring of diamonds with a ruby in the center. It matched not only her red cocktail dress but, also a set of earrings and rings.

Her brown eyes flicked toward Yoonoh and their eyes locked. She looked away quickly. When she looked back Yoonoh flashed a smile which she returned. Her smile sparkles more than the chandelier above them.

Her beauty truly proved the rumors to be truth. But, the only people around her were those that kept a distance from her as if they just couldn’t approach her. Like all they could do is watch.

In away, she reminded him of Psyche. A beautiful girl, said to be better looking than Aphrodite, where she was used or feared for said beauty.

But whether or not he was Eros, her savior, was another question.

Yoonoh tried to hold his confidence and repeated the word “charming” in his head.

Yoonoh gave her a smile ,” Hello Ms...”

She looked him up and down with suspicion,”Y/N ... Min. And you are Mr.? “

Yoonoh had to come up with a name on the spot, “ Jung Jaehyun.” He bowed to her.

He watched as she bowed stiffly. As if she was uncomfortable with such a thing.

Yoonoh noticed how she wasn’t very accustomed to Korean culture. Her Korean was good but, he could tell she didn’t have much practice with Native Korean speakers. She stuttered through sentences.

“Do you speak English?” He asked softly.

Y/N nodded, questioning why’d he was asking.

“Do you want to get out of here?” Yoonoh asked in English, offering her his hand.

She looked around, then to a woman who looked like an aged version of Y/N. Not that she was wrinkled. Just matured and defined. She was also wearing a red dress except it was long and she was hooked to Min Juwon’s arm. Even Y/N’s mother was a beauty to behold. The rumors were true. But, the wrinkles that seemed to be from smiling all of the time were turned into a scorned and intimidating expression. Juwon’s fangs seem to be sunken into her already.

She looked to him and softened a bit then walk passed him, she spoke loud enough for Yoonoh to hear,” Meet me in the garden.”

Yoonoh watched her walk away, taking a chance look her over. A moment, which Doyoung was quick to ruin.

He held a tray of drinks and an annoyed expression,” I really hope your eyes are on the mission not her-“

Yoonoh squinted and grabbed a bubbling drink, “Why can’t they do both?”

Doyoung glared at Yoonoh and he put his free hand up while chugging the champagne.

Yoonoh put the glass down on the tray and followed Y/N. She was already out of sight and the garden was kind of hard to find. The place was huge. So many doors. Until he found an old sunroom which led to the garden. It was a lovely area that looked like it hadn’t been used in a while. That was it. Yoonoh finally stumbled upon the garden. Over grown rose bushes and vines claiming the statues as their own.

Y/N was placed on a concrete bench that vines coiled and clung to in a way that made them like as if they were almost reaching to touch a work of art that sat near them but was just out of reach. She was surrounded by rose bushes. Truly a scene from a renaissance painting.

Yoonoh took the moment in before Y/N turned to look at him. She tapped next to her signaling for him to sit.

“I’m glad you came... I thought you would bail.” Y/N told him and when he asked why she just shrugged.

The toss of her shoulders was stiff, she knew why. She just wasn’t didn’t trust him and he understood that.

“This is a pretty garden.” Yoonoh told her as he sat.

“It’s over grown and not very taken care of...” She mumbled out looking at the roses,”I’m jealous of them.”

“Who?” He leaned closer with furrow brows.

“The roses. They’ve been left alone to thrive... Metaphorically I’ve been cut and dethorned.” She wouldn’t face Yoonoh.

Yoonoh stayed silent, in slight confusion. Until he realized. People literally treated her as and object too gorgeous to be touched and loved if it wasn’t from a far. She was being used as a prized possession to be gawked at until she wilted a way.

“Beautiful words coming from such a tortured soul.” Yoonoh responded, “Why are you so unhappy?”

“Home... I miss home. I miss my native language and where a grew up. I had friends there... I may have ended up a pawn for my family’s safety but, I was happy,” Her fingers curled around the edge of her dress as she looked down. “Juwon... is a bad bad man. To smooth things over with him...my mothers family, who are very big and important in America, offered my mother and I. He sees us as nothing more than a watch and a matching chain.”

Yoonoh put a hand on her knee and urged her to continue.

“I’ve finally learned Korean enough to have a conversation but, it’s not like I’ve had many tonight. I’m just a shiny new toy.” Her voice broke slightly.

Yoonoh understood that this was the crack that Neocity needed to exploit but, he also knew that this girl had been just something to use and throw away. He wasn’t going to do the same.

He cupped her cheek,” Y/N, I have to tell you something... I’m from an up and coming... gang. We’ve come to take something from your father and leave. A hard dive.”

Y/N stood and furrowed her brows,” You what?!”

He brought his hands up to grab her own,” I want to help you. But first I need your help.”

He watched the gears turn in her head as she chewed her lip.

Yoonoh he gently rubbed circle into the backs of her hands,” I want to get your mom and you out.”

Y/N sat down and looked into his eyes searching for a lie, searching for another betrayal but she didn’t find it. She just nodded.

“Yukhei is about to start the diversion. Yoonoh you have 3 minutes.” Doyoung’s voice interrupted Yoonoh.

A loud alarm rang followed by the sound of a rushing steps from concerned guests and the barking of orders. They both stood in a panic.

“You have to go... don’t you, Jaehyun?” Y/N looked up at him.

Yoonoh nodded,” I have two minutes about until I’m caught. But, my partners got what they came for.”

Y/N grabbed her necklace,” You’re going to need this.” She pulled on it, causing the chain to snap. She grabbed his hand and placed the necklace into his hand then closed his fingers around it.

“Y/N... I’m coming back. I’ll come save you and your mother. I’ll be back.” Yoonoh looked down at her.

“Yoonoh, we’ve got a minute left!” Yukhei’s frantic voice rang in Yoonah’s ear.

Y/N kissed Yoonoh softly, cupping his cheeks as he held her waist. It was quick, unfortunately.

“I’ll be waiting...Jaehyun.” Y/N let go of him and gave him a small smile. It quelled worry that was in the pit of Yoonoh’s stomach.

“Yoonoh! Quit bullshitting!” Yukhei exclaimed breathlessly into Yoonoh’s ear piece.

“Bring the van to the West exit of the garden.” Yoonoh instructed. He started running but turned to look at Y/N one more time.

“Go! They’re coming!” Y/N shooed him away. She sat down gracefully as if she was already rehearsing her lie. As if she had it memorized.

Yoonoh jumped the fence and before he ran to the van he saw armed men swarm the garden obviously looking for him.

One last thing caught his eye. Y/N looking up at who seemed to be the head of the group. Her brown eyes looking up at the man in shock as she shook her head and moved her hands. Her lips forming inaudible words. Her lips lying for Yoonoh. Protecting him.

But, could he return the favor? Could he fulfill his promise? He wasn’t sure. As he rode in the back of the musty old van, all he could think about was her. He left the poor bird in her cage as she awaited to be set free. Free to fly.

He had a plan. He was going to set her free.

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kyrenasfics · 2 years

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Our Family | Chapter 9

Pairing : Idol!Jaehyun x makeup artist!reader

Genre : fluff, slight angst

Warnings : none

Wordcount : 1.6k

taglist : @thejeongjaehyun @mooneaj @xxxx-23nct @chitaphrrrr @ahtisa02 @simplicitysbabe @thefangirlsblog @jjaeyoonoh @wanlore

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It's been 2 weeks since you left the house and you rent the same monthly-pay apartment as Hwiyoung’s because he told you the apartment has a room to rent right a floor lower of his.

You will meet Jaehyun today. Although you really don't want to see him again but your job requires it today, you’ve no choice. You'll be at the NCT mega project MV shooting today to help them with their styling and makeup. You arrived earlier than them, they arrived at the studio according to their units. requires

NCT 127 was the first unit that arrived. Luckily you have not arranged to help Jaehyun but to help Johnny, Mark and Taeyong.

You unpack all your cosmetics, hair curler and hair spray. “Should I change with Jaehyunie?” Johnny teased you. You laughed and say, “It’s okay, let’s just follow the original arrangement.” and you smiled.

“Woah, your bump is getting bigger yeah.” Taeyong said. “Yeah, I’m on the 17th week now.” You said, caressed your belly and smiled.

Jaehyun looked at your reflection from the mirror in front of him when he heard Taeyong say your bump was getting bigger. Yes it was bigger than the last time he saw you. He missed you, he wants you home, he wants to wake up and you’re right beside him.

But he did something wrong, he cheated on you.

Jaehyun has been with you for so many years, and when he saw you leaving the home aggrieved that day, he knew that he must had misunderstood you.

That day after you left, he went to look for Juwon. He is not looking for her to have fun, but to verify whether what she said about you marrying him just because of his money is true or not.

He argued with Juwon wanting her to tell the truth and she admitted it. It wasn’t true, because she was jealous of you getting to marry a good man like Jaehyun. Being in such a happy family, not like her. Her boyfriend cheated on her, she forgave him and he cheated on her again and again.

That's why she seduces Jaehyun to destroy your family. She’s happy when she sees Jaehyun lie to you, telling you he had practice but he’s with her. She felt like she won against you.

“Everything all right? Did you feel any discomfort?” Taeyong asked. “Um, not really but I have eaten quite a lot recently. Sometimes I can eat double or even triple. I’ve gained a lot of weight because of this little baby.” You said, laughed and poking your belly.

Taeyong reached out to caress your belly, “Baby ah, don't make your mummy too tired alright.” Taeyong said and laughed.

Jaehyun is envious of Taeyong for caressing your belly like that. Jaehyun can't stand not having you by his side any longer, and he decides to apologize before the misunderstanding deepens. Just as he was about to stand up to talk with you about it, your phone rang.

“Excuse me.” You said then got out of the room. “Hi miss (Y/N), this is calling from Hwiyoung bakery, what flavour of the cake you would like for today?” it’s Hwiyoung calling. Hwiyoung always made you laughed during the 2 weeks. Hwiyoung has been telling you jokes to make you happier. He will send you a different flavour of cake every day or any other type of sweet food to make you happier.

Jaehyun saw you laughing so happy and he wondered what made you so happy. “Hahaha, mmh I would like milk tea flavour today, I’m craving it.” You said and laughed. “Ok sure. I’ll bring it to you tonight. Don’t get too tired.” Hwiyoung said. “Alright I’ll. Thank you.” You said and hung up the phone.

Hwiyoung has been very caring in these 2 weeks, he makes sure to keep you happy because he saw on the internet that the mood of a pregnant women will affect the growth of the baby. He doesn’t want you to be sad, so he tried everything to make you happy.

Sometimes you would think why didn’t you meet him earlier or to say, if you met him before Jaehyun. Will you ever experience Jaehyun cheating? But everything has happened, you won’t change it. You just hope this happiness can be preserved.

After the phone call, you go back and continue styling Taeyong’s hair. Usually you will on the hair curler to let it heat up during your makeup so that you can style their hair right after the makeup is done.

You don’t know what happened to you today, you’ve forgotten you already let it heat up and you just take it from the front part of hair curler, you accidentally scalded your hand.

“Ouch.” You yelled and blew your hand. Jaehyun heard your yell and quickly ran towards you. “Are you okay? Is the scald serious? Do you need-“ Jaehyun said and holding your hands to check your scald but you cut him off. “Yeah nothing.” and took your hands away from him.

You went out to look for first aid. Jaehyun followed you. “It’s okay, I can settle myself. Go back and continue your own business.” You said harshly. “(Y/N).” He said. “I’m sorry, I am so sorry. Please come home. I’m very worried about you.” Jaehyun said, still following behind you.

You stop and turn to him, “I thought I married you just because of your money? Didn’t I?” You said sarcastically and softly in case people nearby hear what you said as you and Jaehyun’s marriage is still not announced yet. “I’m sorry, I have figured it out. It's Juwon who spread the rumors.” Jaehyun said.

“No, you hurt me. You make me feel so sad. You thought I would marry you just because of your money. Let me ask you, were you rich when we just started dating? No. I am marrying you because I love you more than I love myself. How can you judge our fourth year relationship, entering the fifth year!” You said and your eyes were full of tears.

“I’m sorry, please forgive me.” Jaehyun said and held both your hands. “I’m sorry babe. I'm willing to do anything just to get your forgiveness.” Jaehyun said and pouted with pleading eyes . You smile when you see him pouting cutely. “You smiled. Does it means you forgive me?” Jaehyun asked, smiling happily.

“I did not say that.” You turned to the other side. “You are, you did say that with your smile.” Jaehyun said and hugged you tightly. You didn't break free from his embrace, “Explain to me. Did you really cheat on me with Juwon?” You asked.

“Yes I did. I’m just be blinded by lust. I promise I wont do it again, or else I’ll die immediately.” Jaehyun said. “Hey! Don’t you say that.” You said and grabbed his hand to slap his own mouth. “So… you have forgiven me?” Jaehyun asked, looking at your eyes.

“You still have to make up for the two weeks I've been upset because of you.” You said and pouted. “By what? By “actions”? I don’t mind, I would love to make up by “actions”.” Jaehyun said and smirked, his hand tiptoeing to your waist. You slapped his hand, “as a punishment. You are not allowed to touch me for a month.” You said and fled your arms across your chest.

“Oh, that’s too much. 1 week please.” Jaehyun asked with his pleading eyes. “At least 3 weeks. NO! BAR! GAIN! ING!.” You said, poking Jaehyun’s chest. You were startled when he grabbed your hands. “If you continue poking me, I can't guarantee what I will do.” He said as his hands that were on your waist were now going down to your ass. You scrunch your nose and stick out your tongue then you leave his arms and go back to the room.

Jaehyun went back to the room after you. “Hyung, I’ll change with you.” Jaehyun patted Taeyong’s shoulder and told him. “Me? Change?” Taeyong titled his head. “(Y/N) will be helping me style my hair.” Jaehyun said and chased Taeyong away from his seat.

Taeyong left his seat aggrieved. “Taeil hyung, you see how Jaehyun treats me.” Taeyong pouted at Taeil.

Jaehyun sat down at Taeyong’s seat and you helped him style his hair. You are standing in front of him as you are curling his bangs. He caressed your bump and said, “babe, 1 week please.” When he was about to look up at you, you stopped him. “Don’t move, otherwise it will be awful if you scald your face.” You said. “It’s okay if you scald my face by changing it to 1 week only.” You can see him pouting.

“2 weeks, final decision.” You said. You can see Jaehyun is now smiling happily as he continues caressing your bump. “Your bump is really getting bigger.” Jaehyun giggles and kissed your bump when you finished styling his bangs. “Hey people are looking.” You said, trying to pull him away but he still peppering your bump with kisses. You have no choice but just let it be and you caress his hair.

“Oh by the way, I knew our baby's gender already.” You said and Jaehyun immediately looked up at you. “What? A girl or boy?” He asked excitedly. “Which gender do you hope to be?” You asked him. He twisted his mouth as he was thinking, “I hope our baby is a girl, I’ll definitely spoil her but a boy is also good, he can play basketball with me.” Jaehyun said and smiled. You smile and say, “It’s…”

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all is fair in love & war | bts x reader | chapter 4

pairing: bts x female reader

genre: mafia!au, series fic, angst, fluff, (eventual) smut

warnings for this chapter: abuse, fat levels of angst (but then there’s a fluffy part that’s then killed by more angst), swearing, degradation, mentions of stalking, y/n cries? is this a potential trigger, idk?

a/n: just an fyi, incase it isn’t clear, the italics in paragraphs are thoughts. Plus, I apologise if this chapter seems a little jumpy in terms of moving from scene to scene - but it’s just so I could get the story to progress quicker, so I can get into the real meat of it. Oh and I probably butchered the Korean street name system thingy so if you could excuse that, that’d be great. Thanks for reading and supporting this fic! I love you all!!

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Clutching at your hair, Sunny roughly drags you into the living room. To say she was livid would be an understatement. The anger darkened her eyes, her eyebrows furrowed, and jaw clenched as she brought you to a stop – right in front of Yunseo and some of the other members. She had phoned them when you begged her to not to tell anyone about the guy in the car, declaring you had a “contact within the outside world”. They had sent a car to pick you both up at that moment, and her hands haven’t left your hair since – gripping onto it so hard, making your eyes water.

Yunseo sits directly in the middle of the leather sofa, his crew of Syndicates placed strategically around the room. They’re expecting me to run…interesting. You’re pushed down onto the floor, your knees harshly colliding with the solid laminate.

Before you even lift your head to meet his eyes, Yunseo has already began to raise his voice. “Who was the guy, Y/N?!” his voice was filled with hatred, fires of fury smouldering his narrowed eyes. You look down onto the floor, shaking your head, not saying a word. Why the fuck would I tell them Jungkook’s name? They’re gonna have to try a lot harder than this, you muse.

A sinister chuckle escapes past Yunseo’s lips, and it makes your stomach churn. You know it isn’t long until they start getting violent, but that isn’t going to make you cave. Not yet. “Listen, we can do this the easy way – you tell me his name, how you know him and what was said between you two – or we can do this the hard way” at that Yunseo rises from his seat and the other members follow suit to loom over you.

You’re on your knees, head lifted to meet eyes with your intimidators. Your eyes wander to Juwon, and you find yourself surprised he isn’t playing with your hair or finding another way to place his grimy hands on you. A smirk toys on his lips, liking the way you look through your eyelashes at him, and it doesn’t go unnoticed by you. Sick fucking bastard! Your blood is boiling; you are sick and tired of being treated like this. Like you’re just a possession to them. Adrenalin hits you, and it makes you feel alive. Your heart is beating so fast, you feel as if it going to fly straight out of your chest. Standing up, you notice for the second time this week you are feeling yourself getting brave.

“No. Why don’t you fucking listen to me? Fuck you! I hate all of you! Why didn’t you just kill me, huh? Kill me! Go on, I dare you!” the adrenalin is flowing through your blood, and it feels like you can’t control your limbs, which is why it is such a surprise to you as much as it is to your ‘superiors’ when you lay your hands on Juwon. Putting all the force you could muster; you use both hands to push at his figure. Due to Juwon not expecting this, he falls back, rage evident on his face as soon as he reaches the ground. Within the same millisecond, your body is dragged back by somebody else, arms restricted, and you don’t even wince when Yunseo’s fists come flying towards your face. You don’t know whether it’s the surge of adrenalin or if its because you’re used to the pain by now, but you just feel numb to his actions. Each punch, to both your face and body, sends signals to your brain that makes it feel like your internal organs should be bursting – but yet you don’t seem to feel a thing. It’s like you’re unconscious, but you can see everything that is happening. All you can feel is your heart beating loudly in your ears, and it’s almost deafening.

“Who the fuck was it, you dirty fucking slut?!” Yunseo’s spit flies at your face, amazingly faster than the blows.

It is at this moment, that your body realises what is happening. Your mind snaps back into reality and every hit sends a painful jolt through your body. Your face is soaked from the tears, and you’re screaming, finding it hard to hear your own screams over their harsh words. You need this done with, and you need it done with now.

“F-fine I’ll tell you! Just don’t hit me again, please!” you whimper out. The member who was propping up your body lets go, leaving your limp form to fall to the ground. You can hear snickers coming from around the room. They really think they’ve won, huh? Cute.

“I-I met him at ‘Angels’ and to be honest I don’t really know him. But for the past few days, he seemed really obsessed with me. When I saw h-him outside the shop, it creeped me out, I didn’t expect him to be there, and I lost my cool, I guess.” You begin, trying to simultaneously catch your breath, “I went up to his car and literally asked him why he was following me. And when he wouldn’t answer me, I called him a creep and left. That was when I saw Sunny there.”

They all hold the same look on their face – like they want to believe you but they’re not quite sure yet. Your throat feels on fire from all the screaming and crying, but you find it in you to continue, wanting to finish your web of lies perfectly, “I didn’t want to tell you because I see the way you hurt people, and he seemed like an ordinary guy, just too caught up in his own horny feelings and I didn’t want you to hurt him because of that. I guess I felt scared for him.”

The Sin Syndicate members all look towards their leader, awaiting their new order, and you do the same, praying that they believe your story. Yunseo scratches at his stubble on his jaw, seemingly deciding on his next step. He addresses the members first, not bothering to look in your direction, “We’ll keep an eye out for him – Sunny you know what he looks like right? Perfect.” And then he spares a glance at you, “As for you, get to bed, I don’t want to see you right now.”

Your legs shake and your whole body feels extremely sore. Clutching at your own waist, as if you were stopping your intestines from falling out, you drag yourself to your room. You flop down onto your bed, head pounding. Yet all you can think about is Jungkook’s safety – what will happen if they find him? God I shouldn’t even care about him, he’s a fucking stalker! But yet you still reach into your drawer fifteen minutes later to retrieve your phone, deciding on warning Jungkook.

Fuck. Your phone shows you that you have already had missed calls and many text messages from him. You move your thumb to press the correct button to get onto the messaging app, then instantly press again to pull up the conversation between you and Jungkook.

Jungkook: please don’t be mad! I can explain, I promise. It’s just not something that I can explain quickly x [19:26]

Jungkook: ‘You have missed calls from ‘Jungkook’ at 19:29 and 19:41. This is a free call alert.’

Jungkook: please don’t ignore me Y/N, it’s important that I know that you’re okay x [19:59]

Jungkook: ‘You have missed 3 calls from ‘Jungkook’. This is a free call alert’.

Jungkook: Just hear me out Y/N x [20:04]

You feel your heart fall to the pit of your stomach. You can tell Jungkook is worried about you and you hate that you made him concerned. But you still need to think about his actions, following you around is not okay. You have every right to feel mad. It’s because of him that you just got the beating of your lifetime!

You: I don’t understand how you’re eager to give me answers all of a sudden, when earlier you wouldn’t give them me!? What’s changed now? Finally worked out an excuse? [20:13]

He messages back relatively fast, which draws your mind back to feeling guilty for worrying him. Oh God! I still have to warn him!

Jungkook: I get that you’re mad but not replying for almost an hour after I last seen you isn’t funny! You had me so fucking worried! I literally thought the worst, okay! I thought something had happened to you. WTF?! As for the answers you want (and deserve) I will give them you, I promise. All you gotta do is meet with me because I need to explain things face to face, it’s easier. The situation is too complicated for me to rush the explanation or to type it out on text x [20:15]

Leaving isn’t a problem. It’s the making sure Jungkook remains safe and that he isn’t seen by any Sin Syndicate member that’s the issue.

You: I’d be happy to meet you so I could finally know wtf is going on, but I don’t know how I’m going to be able to. [20:16]

You know that you have to go; this could be your opportunity to explain to him that he needs to be careful – maybe you could explain to him the full situation…can you trust him with that?

You: Okay so I have an idea. But for it to work, you gotta be able to work with me or this could end terribly, trust me! (I’ll explain later!) Make sure you are by your phone all day tomorrow, if you can, and when I have the chance to meet you, I’ll message you to let you know. I don’t know what time it will be but it will definitely be tomorrow because I really need to tell you something too! [20:18]

Jungkook: deal. x [20:18]

Not wanting to be the cause of his fretting again, you ensure to message him one last time before turning your phone off and getting some well-deserved sleep.

You: Goodnight x [20:19]

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You haven’t been able to concentrate all morning. You haven’t got a performance on main stage today, but you still had to show up for work, especially with what had happened the night before. So you’ve been preoccupying yourself with speaking to clients and helping the waiters and waitresses. There is no way you’ll be practicing today, let alone performing for everyone. Currently, you’re sat at the bar, swirling your tiny umbrella around in your glass.

Getting yourself out of bed this morning was a nightmare. As soon as you sat up and swung your legs over the side of the bed, it had sent an aching pain right through your entire being. Your head felt too heavy to carry from the offset, and all you wanted to do was to lie back down again. But you knew you couldn’t. If you wanted everything to go smoothly you knew you had to start moving.

You feel almost criminal – your phone being hidden in the fluffy slipper sock that your wearing, planning to sneak out for a while. The girls haven’t spoken to you yet, but they don’t miss the opportunity to send malicious glares in your direction. Not that you want them to speak to you; you know they hate you and the feeling is mutual. Just then someone places their hand on your back, and you jump at the feeling.

“Hey hey, what’s wrong? You’re all jumpy…is everything okay?” a familiar voice begins to calm your worries, and the way his comforting tone spills past his lips with ease sends a foreign sensation to your core. You move to meet his eyes, and a concerned look adorns his face.

“I’m fine Jin. Just got a lot on at the moment, I guess.” You decide to play it safe, considering you blurted out probably more than you should have done, the last time. But still, his evident worry doesn’t fade.

Taking a seat next to you at the bar, he ghosts his hand over yours- almost like he was deciding whether he should take your hand in his, but then chose against it. “Is there anything that I can help with?” You snap your head in his direction. Oh my god, what a fucking genius!

Your emotions must have shown on your face, because his brows drew together like he was wondering what you could be thinking about.

“Yes! Woah okay so,” you begin turning your body and bringing your hands together in excitement. Your voice instantly lowers as you speak again, “I need to meet a, well uhm-, a friend. But the problem is, I can’t leave. It’s super important that I meet with him today, so maybe, if you could help me that would be amazing! I’m thinking that you could wait half an hour or so, then request a private dance from me? And that way then they’ll think I’m preoccupied elsewhere, meaning that I could leave? What do you think?”

“Yeah sure, I’d be happy to help.”

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Making yourself look busy with other clients for the next 30 minutes was harder than you had anticipated. You struggled to focus on the conversations you were having with them, as your mind kept flitting back to your previous chat with Seokjin.

God he’s a lifesaver! I seriously owe him one.

After what seemed like centuries, Yunseo calls your name. Making your way to him, you tried to look as sheepishly as possible, knowing it’d be best to make this stunt look believable. “Y-yes sir?” Nice! Make him think you’re scared after yesterday.

He doesn’t bother to speak for long, evidently pissed at your antics this week, “A gentleman has offered me a pretty large sum of money to book two back-to-back private dance slots with you. I’d be an idiot not to accept, so you’ll be in there for an hour. Keep him happy.” And with that he’s gone. You have to look at the floor to prevent anyone watching from seeing the smile forming on your lips.

Entering the same private dance room as last time, you quickly shut the door and squeal as you make your way over to where Jin is sitting.

“You are currently my favourite person ever! You’ve given me a whole hour! You’re the best seriously!” You know you look like an idiot because you just can’t stop smiling. You pull out your phone from the side of your sock and begin to text Jungkook.

You: Hey, I’m okay to leave now, but I must be back before half one x [12:33]

Bringing your attention back onto Jin, a sudden realisation hits you. “Shit! You’re gonna have to hide for an hour while I’m gone!” The smile is instantly wiped off your face, as you prepare yourself for an annoyed Seokjin. Yet, he doesn’t appear annoyed at all.

Shaking his head and continuing to smile, he stands up, “I know. Don’t worry! If you wanted, I could drive you to wherever you needed to go to meet your friend?” he goofily shakes his car keys and you giggle.

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Sitting in the passenger seat of his car, you are speechless. This dude must be earning the big bucks if this is his own fucking Chevrolet Corvette! The shutting of Jin’s door brings you back to reality, “So where are we going?”

Oh right, duh. Removing your phone from your sock once more, you turn on the screen to read Jungkook’s message and position it so Jin can see.

Jungkook: okie dokie, do you know where the café is on Myeongnyun-ro? It’s only a few minutes away from Angels x [12:35]

“ahh right then, lets go!”

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Getting out the car and thanking Jin, you make your way towards the café door. Instantly you start fretting as Jungkook is nowhere to be seen. Sitting down at a booth, you begin to text him, but you’re interrupted by the door in front of you opening, making the little bell above it ding!

Jungkook walks through the door and you swear to God you stop breathing for a second. Your eyes trace his tall, well-built figure; from his chocolatey tousled hair down to his two-toned, bulky shoes. When his eyes meet yours, they instantly light up, and he moves his hand; gesturing for you to come over. As you get closer, the more nervous you feel. You notice the way he bites his bottom lip, and starts wringing his hands together, and that made you relax. He was just as nervous as you were. Reaching his figure, you took a deep breath, inhaling his scent. Your mind wanders to the night that you met, and a goofy smile overtakes your features.

“Hey, what drink would you like?” he says, nerves still evident in the way he spoke.

“You’re sounding like Mr. Persistent Bartender again” you giggle, proud of the way he visibly loosens up at the sound of your joke.

Jungkook lets out a chuckle, as he rolls his shoulders back, “Shut up, lemme buy you a drink” he whines. His voice cuts straight through your heart, sending warmth through your body. Yet you can’t let him give you another drink for free.

“No no it’s fine! I’m not thirsty. Don’t spend your money.” You reach to grab his arm, as he moves in direction of the employee standing at the till.

All your efforts go to waste when he shakes his head at you, dismissing your previous comment, “Hey, I’ll take a coffee and… she’ll have a hot chocolate.” You pull on his arm like a child and tell him you’re fine, but this only spurs him on further. A smirk sits on his lips as he continues, “and can the hot chocolate have whipped cream and marshmallows too please?” He looks down at your unimpressed face, and he coos ruffling your hair. God, you’re going to be the death of him!

“Would you like sprinkles too?” you hear the barista ask, but you’re too late to reject the sprinkles as Jungkook has already beaten you too it. And of course he says yes.

“That’ll be £7.85 please. And I must say, you guys are such a cute couple!” the barista gushes and you feel heat rise to your face. You peer over to Jungkook and see him giving her the money with the biggest smile on his face.

“Thanks! Keep the change.” Grabbing both of the drinks, Jungkook walks back to the booth, with you trailing behind him, embarrassed. You slide in the seat opposite him and he pushes the hot chocolate towards you. Sarcastically rolling your eyes, you move the cup towards your mouth to take a sip. It tasted so heavenly; you swear you could have orgasmed. Lifting your eyes from the cup to look at Jungkook, you see he’s already looking at you – and he’s looking at you expectantly.

“….what?”

“You first.” The two words sends you into a frenzy, reminding you of why you’re actually here. Fidgeting in your seat slightly, you remove eye contact as you think about how to tell him. Okay so you’re gonna have to never ever speak to me again because I don’t want you to die. So, it’s been nice knowing you! Thanks for the hot chocolate.

You cough, ensuring your voice still works before lowering your voice, “Okay so what I’m about to tell you is really serious. I’m not joking or lying or whatever. I really need you to believe me, okay? I’ve lied to you – I don’t live at a stupid dorm, and I don’t go to college. In fact, the only proper schooling I have ever had was only for 2 years and it stopped when I was like 5. And from then, ‘til the age of 11 I was home schooled, if you could even call it that.” You realise you’re rambling, and you quickly decide to get to the point, “I live with these people. They’re not really nice and they hurt people and sometimes they hurt me,” You don’t notice as you’re not looking at him, but Jungkook tenses at this admission. “they don’t let me have proper contact with anyone. And um- they saw you speaking to me yesterday. Well, Sunny did, and she told the others, and I’m so fucking sorry but they’re looking for you now. And well, I need you to delete my number, stop talking to me, and forget about me forever just so I know that you’ll be safe-“

Your little speech is cut off by a giggle, and your eyes dart up, finally, to meet his. Why the fuck does he find this funny? Does he think I’m joking? Furrowing your eyebrows together, your whispering voice harshens, “Guk, I’m being serious here! I can’t believe-“

His voice is considerably loud compared to your quietened tone, “Y/N calm down, I’m pretty sure I can handle Syndicate” Jungkook finds your state of confusion very amusing, as he rests his head on his hand and smiles right at you.

Before you can interrogate him on how he knows Sin Syndicate, he cuts you off, “My turn yeah?” he moves his hand to take a hold of yours, “I’ve been following you since you came to our club because I’ve been worried. We all have. And by we, I mean…Bangtan. I’m sure you’ve heard of us…” his eyes search yours and all he sees in return is pure panic. “Please hear me out! We don’t want to hurt you, I promise. Bangtan doesn’t hurt innocent people – we protect the innocent. All through my training, I was told the chilling story of the young girl, who had to be kidnapped due to a slip up in the Syndicate’s System, tortured not just by the grief of losing her family, but by the men who held her captive. When the new generation of Bangtan took over 7 years ago, we vowed to find that girl, and keep her safe. And here you are. You don’t need to worry about me, yeah? Syndicate doesn’t know our true identities, and it’s gonna stay that way, right?”

Your heart is thumping so loud, you’re certain he can hear it, “…oh yeah. I won’t tell anyone, I promise” your voice is barely a whisper. You feel so fucking numb, it feels like you’re dreaming.

“So, do you have any questions?”

Do you? “Um, I don’t know, my mind’s a little blank at the moment. This is a lot to take in. Um- do you kill people then?”

He lets out a breath, and gently moves his hand to intertwine his fingers with yours, “not in the way Syndicate does. Syndicate will kill anything that breathes, just to make a point. We kill people that are like Sin Syndicate. Does this make sense?” he looks up from your hands to meet your gaze, and you quickly nod, “The best person to have explain to you all the technical stuff is our leader Namjoon.”

Now it’s your turn to divert your gaze again, as you ask a question you really don’t want the answer too, “ahh, so you all have roles then?”

“Yeah.” Gulp. ”I’m Bangtan’s assassin.”

You immediately tense. Assassin? Like the one in charge of killing people? Like the guy who murdered my family? No way. I can’t do this.

“Y/N-“

You flinch at the sound of his voice, standing up and instantly ripping your hand away from his. You feel sick to your stomach. “I gotta go, they’ll be wondering where I am” you say quickly, trying to blink back the tears that were starting to form. And just like that you exit the café and leave Jungkook behind, wondering what on earth he’s just done.

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You enter through one of the fire exits at the back of the club and head straight for the toilets. Running into a cubicle, you quickly lock the door behind you and sit on the closed seat. The tears that you had held back were now escaping, causing sobs to rush past your lips. With your head in your hands, tears drip through your fingers, onto the tiles below. Your breathing hitched as you hear his confession again.

‘I’m Bangtan’s assassin.’

Thud! Thud! Thud! You’re interrupted by a banging on the stall door.

“Y/N is that you?” the voice called, and you recognise it to be Grace’s.

“..yeah..”

A breathy laugh sounds out into the room, “good! We thought you did a runner!”

You stay in the cubicle for a while longer – only coming out when you know Grace has left. Letting the door swing behind you, you head straight to the sink to wash your face.

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Meanwhile, Jungkook is walking aimlessly around the city. Filled to the brim with rage and self-loath, he is wandering various streets, the only company he has is his thoughts.

Why the fuck did I tell her that I’m an assassin? I’ve fucked everything up. Now what’s she gonna do, huh? She could snitch on us all, which is unlikely but not impossible. Or she could cut contact with me. Either way, the guys are gonna be pissed. Oh god, what if she got caught heading back? What if they’re beating her right now? I swear to God if I find-

“OI!” someone yells from behind him, making him instantly turn to find out who’s shouting. Two guys and one girl stalk towards him – is that the Sunny girl? They head straight towards him, but Jungkook’s never been one to back down from a fight.

“Yep, that’s him boys. Get him!” Sunny remains in her spot, about 3 metres away from Jungkook. She crosses her arms as she watches the drama unfold.

The two men lunge for Jungkook, but it’s him that gets the first punch. Hitting one of them, they stumble back, whilst the other slams Jungkook, head first, into some near by shutters. Punching the man in the gut, Jungkook gets his own back; but it’s not long until the duo gets the upper hand. Jungkook is left in a bad shape, as he slides down the shutters. The 3 Syndicates laugh menacingly as they leave – unaware of who they’ve just laid their hands on.

Pulling his phone out from his pocket, he quickly dials the number he was searching for.

“Hyung...?”

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