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CALM AFTER THE STORM |BTS OT7 X READER| HYBRID AU (M)

{Chapter Seven – Feelings Of Content}

Pairing: OT7 BTS!HYBRID X FEM!HUMAN READER

Kim Namjoon: Black Mackenzie Valley Alpha wolf

Kim Soekjin: White Alpha Lion

Min Yoongi: White Alpha Jaguar

Jung Hosoek: Alpha Snow Leopard

Park Jimin : Alpha Albino Cobra

Kim Taehyung: Alpha White/ Bleached Tiger

Jeon Jungkook: Alpha Black Panther

Reader: Heaven Valentino Human

Status: Ongoing

RATED (M) FOR MATURE

words: 3.7k!

WARNING: EVENTUAL SMUT, BLOOD GORE, DETAILED GRAPHIC DESCRIPTION, ABUSE (ALL FORMS), PROFANITY, VIOLENCE, MENTIONS OF SUICIDE, CHARACTER DEATH(MINOR), SADOMASOCHISM ACTS, MENTIONS OF BDSM, ETC...

CHAPTER WARNING: No warning just fluff, enjoy!

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MATERIALIST

Heaven's POV

As I walked hand in hand with Taehyung towards Jungkook's room, my heart swelled with happiness. I missed my boys so much while I was away. It felt like a lifetime had passed since I had seen their faces.

My boys? Hmm, it has a nice ring to it. The bond we shared was still in the making but I felt a deep pull towards them, it felt so right.

Despite the affection I felt for them, there were certain aspects of my life that I couldn't share with them. The dangerous and dark world I navigated through was something I wanted to shield them from at all costs. That's why I had taken it upon myself to train them so that they could defend themselves if the need ever arose. I couldn't bear the thought of them getting hurt or dragged into the shadows that haunted my existence.

They had already been through so much, faced numerous obstacles that tested their courage and resilience. I vowed to protect them from any further harm, to be their pillar of strength and support no matter what challenges lay ahead.

As Taehyung animatedly filled me in on all the things the guys had been up to in my absence, a warm feeling of contentment settled in my chest. Knowing that they were safe and happy brought me immense relief. To see them thriving and enjoying life without any restrictions or limitations filled me with pride and joy.

“— And Jungkook has been hooked ever since,” Taehyung concluded, talking about Jungkook's newfound obsession with gaming.

The thought of Jungkook engrossed in something he loved brought a smile to my face. It was moments like these that made all the hardships worth it.

When we finally reached Jungkook's room and I made a move to open the door, I was caught off guard as it swung open before I could even touch the handle. A blur of motion and a strong pair of arms enveloped me, pulling me into a tight hug.

“Noona, I missed you so much, don't ever leave me again,” Jungkook's voice was a mix of longing and playfulness as he squeezed me against his chest. His affectionate gesture warmed my heart.

“Aw, I'll never leave you, baby,” I reassured him, returning his hug with equal fervor. Just being in his presence made me feel whole and at peace.

Jungkook tugged me into his room, shutting the door behind us to block out Taehyung's protests. As he pulled me further into his personal space, I raised an eyebrow in silent question, only to be met with his guilty pout.

“I want to spend time with Noona, you can have her later,” Jungkook said to Taehyung, his voice tinged with a hint of mischief and affection. I chuckled at his antics, knowing that underneath his tough exterior, he was still a lovable and caring individual.

I heard Taehyung grunt from the other side of the door, but he didn't push the issue further. Jungkook had a way of getting what he wanted with his adorable pouts and persuasive tactics. It was a talent that never failed to amuse me.

Jungkook's POV

As Taehyung left the two of us alone in the room, I guided her to sit on my bed and settled myself comfortably on the floor, resting my head in her lap. A wave of relaxation washed over me as she placed her hands on my head, gently running her fingers through my hair.

I closed my eyes, savoring the moment of pure bliss. She started humming a soft, soothing tune while continuing to play with my hair, almost hypnotizing me into a state of tranquility. Her touch was gentle yet comforting, and I felt a sense of peace wash over me.

“Jungkook, why do you and Jimin call me Noona? From what I read in the files, you guys are older than me,” she asked, a hint of confusion in her voice. I could sense that she was genuinely curious about our choice of address.

I smiled up at her, taking in the sweet scent that always seemed to surround her whenever we called her Noona.

"Because you're like a Noona to us. You're strong, brave, and caring. Ever since the day you brought me and my Hyungs into your life, I could see that fiery passion in you. It just feels right to call you Noona," I explained, my voice filled with affection.

Her fragrance, a delightful mix of lavender and baby powder, enveloped me in a sense of contentment. I inhaled deeply, reveling in the familiar scent that always made me feel at home. Knowing that I was the reason behind her happiness only added to my own.

“Kook, you're such a sweetheart, you know that?” she remarked, her smile warm and genuine.

I couldn't help but grin back at her. "I know," I replied playfully, drawing a chuckle from her. The sound was music to my ears, a reminder of the bond that was steadily growing between us.

Despite knowing her for a relatively short time, she had already managed to bring a sense of peace and acceptance to our little group. As hybrids, trust didn't come easily, especially given our past experiences with humans. However, Heaven – Noona, as we affectionately called her – was different. She exuded kindness, warmth, and a genuine care that set her apart from anyone we had encountered before.

It was evident that I, Jimin, Hosoek and Taehyung weren't the only ones drawn to her. The other members of our pack, though initially wary, had also begun to let down their guard in her presence. She had a way of making us feel valued and accepted, despite the prejudices we had faced due to our hybrid nature.

I closed my eyes again, letting the rhythmic motions of her fingers through my hair lull me into a state of peaceful bliss. In that moment, surrounded by her comforting presence, I felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude for her existence in our lives.

We bask in the serene tranquility, cocooned in a bubble of time where seconds feel like eternity, while her gentle fingers explore the strands of my hair, eliciting a chorus of contented purrs from deep within me. The minutes slip by imperceptibly until she shatters the peace with her soft voice.

“We'll be leaving this place, and I'll be taking you and the guys home,” she announces, her words laced with a sense of belonging that tugs at my heartstrings.

The word 'home' reverberates within me, stirring up a maelstrom of emotions. It's a word I've long forgotten, a concept that feels foreign yet strangely alluring when she includes us in it.

Tears cascade down my cheeks unchecked, catching me off guard until her tender touch on my face brings me back to reality.

“Sweetheart, what's the matter?” Her concern only intensifies my torrent of tears, and she enfolds me in a warm embrace, anchoring me to the present.

Clutching onto her like a lifeline, I release a floodgate of emotions that have been bottled up inside me for years, a deluge of unspoken longing and aching vulnerability.

The love I feel from her is a stark contrast to the protection and care my brothers have showered upon me as the youngest sibling. Despite my physical stature, I am forever the baby brother in their eyes, shielded from the harsh realities of the world.

Countless times, I've been summoned to satisfy the desires of others, yet my brothers have shielded me from the darker aspects of that world, insulating me from its horrors to preserve what little innocence remains in me.

I cherish them for their sacrifices, for the sacrifices they've made to shield me from the brutalities of life. I would willingly lay down my life to shield them from the darkness that threatens to engulf us all.

But now, a new person had entered my life, someone who had quickly become an essential part of it. Heaven. The mere thought of her brought a surge of emotions, a primal need to shield her from any potential harm that might come her way.

As I gazed into her eyes, a sense of protectiveness enveloped me like a cloak. I could feel my hybrid instincts clawing to the surface, urging me to keep her safe at all costs. It was a peculiar sensation, one that I had never experienced before, yet I welcomed it with open arms.

The overwhelming desire to safeguard her, to shield her from any danger that might lurk in the shadows, consumed me. It was as if a voice deep within me, primal and raw, whispered fiercely - "Protect what's mine." And in that moment, I knew without a shred of doubt that Heaven was mine to protect.

My eyes blazed with an intensity that startled even me. A fierce determination welled up inside me, igniting a burning need to stand guard between Heaven and any potential threat that dared to come near her. It was a feeling of territoriality and possessiveness, uncharted territory for me, but one that felt undeniably right.

And so, without hesitation, I made her a solemn promise.

“I will protect you, no matter the cost. Even if it means sacrificing myself in the process, I would do so gladly, knowing that I could keep you safe." My voice rumbled, thick with emotion, the words spilling out as a vow not just to her, but to myself as well.

As Heaven gazed back at me, her eyes reflecting a mixture of gratitude, trust, and perhaps a hint of vulnerability, I knew that this newfound sense of protectiveness was not just a duty, but a privilege. To have someone to care for, to watch over, to love unconditionally - it was a responsibility I accepted with wholehearted dedication.

~Valentino Mansion~

3rd Person POV

~A Few Hours later~

The boys found themselves in awe as they drove past the grand gates of Heaven's mansion. They couldn't help but stare in wonder at the magnificent sight that was going to be their new home. It all seemed so surreal, like a dream they never wanted to wake up from.

As the car pulled up to the front of the house, they all stepped out, eagerly making their way inside the expansive mansion. Heaven, beaming with excitement, welcomed them with open arms.

“Welcome home, boys!” she squealed happily, her eyes shining with joy.

The boys were speechless, their hearts overflowing with gratitude and happiness. Jimin took the lead, followed by Jin, as they all surrounded Heaven, enveloping her in a tight, protective hug. She was their sanctuary, their comfort, the one who brought light and warmth into their lives.

Just then, a man entered the room, his presence commanding attention. He was strikingly handsome, with neatly groomed black hair and piercing hazel eyes that seemed to see right through them. Dressed in a sharp black suit, he exuded confidence and sophistication.

The hybrids, sensing a potential threat, instinctively formed a protective barrier around Heaven, their growls conveying a clear message of warning. The man, unruffled by their display, flashed a charming smile.

“Well, Heaven, it looks like you've found yourself quite the defence team. I can rest easy knowing you're in capable hands,” he remarked, his tone shifting from cool detachment to genuine warmth.

Heaven's laughter filled the room as she gently disengaged herself from the protective circle, running towards the man and embracing him tightly. The hybrids, though puzzled by the sudden change in atmosphere, maintained their guard, their loyalty unwavering.

With a soft sigh of contentment, Heaven planted a kiss on the man's cheek, eliciting a low growl from the hybrids, their possessiveness evident.

“Guys, I want you to meet someone very special to me, Andre Valentino, the eldest son of the Valentino family—my older brother,” she announced, causing the boys to gasp in surprise and quickly shift their focus. Suddenly, they appeared more like anxious puppies than fierce protectors.

Heaven's POV

"Hey everyone, it's so nice to finally meet all of you," Andre greeted the group with a big smile on his face. His enthusiasm was contagious, but I noticed that the boys seemed a bit hesitant and cautious. I totally understood where they were coming from. Building trust takes time, especially in a situation like this.

I decided not to push the boys to immediately trust Andre. They needed to learn for themselves who they could rely on and who they couldn't. It was all part of their training and growth process.

Namjoon, with a hint of confidence in his stride, stepped forward to greet Andre. The handshake between them was firm and friendly, and I could sense a real connection forming between them. It was clear that they would get along just fine.

As the initial tension melted away, the rest of the boys slowly approached Andre, exchanging introductions and pleasantries. It was a relief to see them starting to warm up to him and accept that he was a trustworthy companion.

"Alright, now that everyone has met, let me show you all to your rooms," I announced, leading the way towards the staircase. The boys followed closely behind, eager to settle into their new environment.

Andre gave us a wave as he headed off on his own, leaving us to continue with our introductions and settling in. The atmosphere was starting to feel more relaxed and welcoming, and I felt hopeful about the bonds that were beginning to form among us.

We finally made it to the fourth floor where my room and the rest of the boys' rooms were located. Jungkook couldn't contain his amazement when he saw the place, and his surprised expression made me chuckle.

As we stepped out of the elevator, Jungkook's eyes widened in awe, "Woah, Heaven Noona, your place is amazing!" he exclaimed.

"Our place, Kookie," I corrected him, giving him a warm smile. He blushed and looked away, his shyness contrasting with the fierce determination he had shown earlier. It was amusing to witness the duality of these boys, how they could switch from protective guardians to blushing messes in a matter of moments.

The space was not just mine but also theirs. I wanted them to feel at home and know that they didn't have to ask for anything because it was all theirs for the taking.

My room was at the far end in the middle, with the boys' rooms branching off to the left and right. I led them to the first room on the left, and their reactions brought tears to my eyes.

"How do you like this room?" I inquired, waiting for their response. Jin's eyes glistened with unshed tears as he spoke, "It's beautiful, Heaven, words can't describe how happy we are."

With a gleam of excitement, I revealed, "You're welcome because this is your room, Jin!" His disbelief was evident as he stammered, "W-what do you mean this entire room is mine? I'm not sharing with the other guys?"

I explained my intention, "Yes, you each have your own rooms. I know you guys enjoy being together, but I wanted to give you the option to have your personal space when needed. It's essential for your mental well-being to have that time for yourself occasionally." They all nodded in agreement, understanding the importance of self-care.

"Feel free to decorate the rooms as you like. They come with built-in bathrooms and a restocked mini kitchen daily. It's like having your own mini flat. Make the most of them, but remember not to drift apart from each other," I advised, emphasizing the significance of their bond.

Jin, overwhelmed with gratitude, managed to blurt out, "Thank you so much, Heaven. It's a bit soon, and I love you all, but please leave, I need some me time." With that, he ushered us out of his room and shut the door.

We couldn't help but burst into laughter at his abrupt dismissal, realizing how much he cherished the idea of having his own space. After showing the boys around the rest of the rooms, I left them to settle in and headed to my room for a long-awaited shower.

I stepped into the warm embrace of the shower, feeling the hot water cascade over my body like gentle waves, relieving the tension in my muscles. It had been a challenging week, but I knew every moment of it was worth it.

After my shower, I settled onto my bed, my mind already drifting to the task at hand - training them. It wasn't going to be a simple process. They were hybrids, each carrying different counterparts that played a crucial role in their development.

While general training methods could be effective, I knew that specific training tailored to their individual counterparts would be necessary. It meant I had to call upon my brothers and my uncle for assistance. In order for the training to be successful, they needed to trust me and my family.

To my surprise, the boys seemed to trust me quicker than I had anticipated. It was both reassuring and concerning, knowing that they were not inherently trusting individuals. They seemed to possess an instinct, a sixth sense, that guided them on who to trust and who to keep at arm's length. It was a trait that could prove to be a valuable asset for them in the future.

I was intrigued by the boys' innate abilities, as it gave them an edge in identifying friend from foe without the need for extensive background checks. I looked forward to helping them embrace their animal sides fully.

Their animalistic instincts had been suppressed for too long, and I knew that during training, there would be risks. They might struggle to control their instincts, leading to moments where they would need to tap into their animal selves. This could potentially unleash a feral side that risked them losing touch with their human nature.

It was a challenge I would tackle when the time was right. For now, my focus was on ensuring their well-being. Showering them with love and kindness, and making sure they were well-fed and content were the first steps towards building trust and establishing a strong foundation for their development.

Lost in my thoughts, I heard a knock on my bedroom door, snapping me out of my reverie.

“Come in!" I called out, wondering who it could be.

The door creaked open, and in walked Hoseok. He flashed me a smile and strolled over to the chair next to my bed.

“Hey,” he greeted me casually, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

“What's up, hobi?” I asked, using his nickname.

He plopped down on the chair and rolled his eyes dramatically. “Nothing much, just trying to escape the chaos of the other guys. They're all busy fussing over their rooms, deciding on layouts and scenting every nook and cranny. Not my idea of a good time, you know?"

I chuckled at his exaggerated expression. “I get it. Well, you're always welcome to hang out with me.”

Hoseok's face lit up at the offer. “Really? That would be awesome. What are we gonna do then?”

I thought for a moment before suggesting, “How about we watch a movie together? I've got some good stuff lined up on Netflix.”

He nodded eagerly, adjusting his position on the chair. “Sounds perfect. Let's do it.”

As I grabbed the remote and turned on the TV, I chuckled a little remembering his earlier statement.

"Hey, isn't scenting something like a hybrid thing you guys do?” I asked amused

Hoseok chuckled, shaking his head. “Yeah, it's a hybrid thing. We like to mark our territory, so to speak. Having our scent around makes us feel safe and connected to our humans. It's just a natural instinct for us.”

I couldn't help but smile at his explanation. “That's actually really interesting. I'm glad you guys feel at home here.”

He reached out and gently squeezed my hand, his eyes filled with gratitude. “Thanks for accepting us, it means a lot. You've created a place where we can truly belong.”

I felt a warm wave of affection towards him and lightly touched his cheek, feeling the softness of his skin beneath my fingers. Hoseok leaned into my touch, his gaze intense and filled with unspoken emotion.

In that moment, I realized how lucky I was to have him and the rest of the boys in my life.

I headed to my snack cabinet, ensuring it was stocked with all my favorite munchies. With everything in place, I settled into bed with a cozy throw blanket draping over us, snuggling against each other.

Hobi's eyes sparkled with curiosity as he dove into the world of technology. It was as if he was a toddler discovering new wonders, and his enthusiasm was just too adorable to resist. He bombarded me with countless questions, eager to soak up all the knowledge he had missed out on in his life.

We decided to watch a movie and ended up cuddled together, sharing laughs and tears as we got engrossed in different scenes. One movie led to another, and eventually, we found ourselves binge-watching a whole series.

I must have dozed off without realizing it because the next thing I knew, I was slowly waking up to the sensation of multiple bodies around me. As I fully opened my eyes, I saw the TV turned off and my bed occupied by seven grown men.

Despite the surprise, I felt an overwhelming sense of warmth and contentment. It was a rare moment of tranquility.

In that moment, surrounded by those I cared for, I experienced a sense of peace and belonging that I rarely found elsewhere only around my family. It was in those simple moments of togetherness that I felt like a normal 23-year-old girl, just enjoying the company of my boys.

Those moments made me feel complete, as if all the pieces of my scattered self had finally come together. The feeling of contentment washed over me, enveloping me in its comforting embrace. And in that serenity, I found solace and joy in the embrace of my makeshift family.

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Heyyy beautiful people!

I'm so glad you enjoyed this Chapter. Writing this one was really special to me because, let's be real, the initial chapters were quite dark. It's been so refreshing to delve into a fluffier side of the story. It's like a breath of fresh air, you know? But hey, don't get too comfy just yet! We still have a long journey ahead before everything falls into place. Heaven and the boys are just getting started, and trust me, there are a lot of surprises and twists waiting to unfold. 🤫🫣

Jungkook's character development is really starting to shine through. I can see him slowly breaking free from his conditioning, revealing his true self. And let's not forget about Jimin, Taehyung, and Yoongi — they're also on their way to embracing their predator hybrid sides. It won't be long before they all fully transform into the powerful beings they were meant to be. 😁🤭

Oh, and can we take a moment to appreciate Hobi's adorable and dramatic personality? He may seem all sunshine and rainbows on the surface, but trust me, there's more to him than meets the eye. Don't let that pretty face and sweet voice fool you! 😏🥴

I'm beyond excited for you all to witness the growth of the hybrids as the story progresses. It's all just brewing under the surface, waiting for the right moment to burst forth. So hang in there, folks! There's so much more excitement to come. 😆

Thank you from the bottom of my heart for reading and supporting me. Your votes and comments mean everything to me and keep me inspired to keep writing. You all are the best!

Sending you all my love as your favorite AUTHOR-NIM. 😗🥰 I promise to do my best to update sooner, so stay tuned for more developments.

Borahae! 💜

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zander-idgaf · 1 year

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Does anyone have marvel or BTS requests I will even do anime, pls comment, dm or email me. I will do all requests in the comments dms and emails so don't be shy 😂.

Also will do drawing request if u don't mind my style.

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injectjngstories · 1 year

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Requests are open feel free to send me a request for any bts fic you want to see I’ll write everything from short form au’s to chaptered fics (yes I’ll write any smut you want too) so if you’ve got something you haven’t seen or want to read about send me a dm and I will reply :D

#bts fic #bts au fic #kim namjoon #kim soekjin #min yoongi #jung hoseok #park jimin #kim taehyung #jeon jeongkook #bts smut #bts fluff #short form #long form #requests #open dms

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for-ahgase-army-stay-moa-engene · 3 years

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BTS when you wear their clothes:

Jin:

"Do you have a comfortable hoodie you can lend me for the flight?"

"Sure"

He hands you one of his hoodies and you immediately change into it

Then he hugs you from behind sniffing in deeply

"This is great now I can smell my own scent all the time."

"Idiot."

"No but for real I like it that you wear my hoodie. It feel like it's smth that connects us."

Yoongi:

The first thing Yoongi does when he comes home is go to the living room to check on you because you have a cold

"Hey, how are you doing?"

"It's alright but I can't sleep cause of my headache."

"Do you want some tea or do you need - wait....are you waring my hoodie?"

"Uhm yeah...are you mad?...."

"No not at all. It's fine. Anyways I'm gonna make you some tea."

He tries to not show any reaction to you wearing his hoodie

But as he comes back with your tea he stares at you, grinning brightly

"What's going on? Why are you smiling like that?"

"Nothing, it's nothing."

"Comon Yoongi tell me."

Then he whispers almost a little shy:

"Nothing...just that you look really cute with my hoodie on."

Hoseok:

"Wow that jacket looks fire. I wish I would have such designing talent."

"You really like it? Actually I wasn't too happy with it."

"Nonsense it's perfect."

"You can have it if you like it so much."

"Really?! I would be so happy for real."

The next time you see each other you wear the jacket

He doesn't even let you talk

"I love the way you look in my jacket. It's so adorable how baggy it looks on you."

Then he pulls you in a hug and pecks your cheek

Namjoon:

After you're finally done with throwing up after all the alcohol you drank Namjoon carries you to your bed to get you to sleep

But when he's about to cover you up he sees that you're shirt is dirty

You don't have any clothes at his place so he gets a one of his t-shirt's and exchanges it

It's really baggy on you and as he thinks it's cute he takes a picture of you

The next morning when you notice you wear his shirt you say at breakfast:

"I like wearing your shirt. It smells a lot like you."

He just grins at you

"I like you wearing my shirt too."

Jimin:

"Y/n I know you want it to be summer but you're gonna freeze if you just wear that top."

"Yeah well we're at your apartment so obviously I don't have my jackets here."

"Come here for a second."

He gives you one of his hoodies to wear and you put it on

He smiles at you

"You know what, next time forget your jacket again. I think I like you wearing my clothes. Let's go."

He takes your hand in his and pulls you with him

Taehyung:

You two come home from a walk as you hear your parents talking and apperantly waiting in front of your house

You panic because you wear a crop top and your parents are extremely strict and conservative

Taehyung immediately understands the situation and gives you his hoodie as he wears a tshirt under it

Later after your parents left you thank him for his fast reaction

"You know what next time you can just wear my clothes for no reason at all."

Then he winks at you

Jungkook:

"Ah it's so cold today. I should've brought a jacket."

Without a comment but with a big grin in his face he gives you his jacket

"Why do you look so excited?"

"It's the first time you wear smth from me. I've waited for this moment for so long."

You just laugh at him and then put the jacket on

"Come here, we have to mark this day in our relationship."

He pulls you next to him to take some dorky pictures

->Masterlist

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gukvante · 4 years

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hello and welcome to my masterlist! constructive criticism is appreciated!

coming soon. . .

the gym selfie

↳ rating: nsfw/18+

↳ pairing: dom!namjoon x sub!reader

↳ summary: namjoon posts a gym selfie and it got you feeling some type of way.

mouthful

↳ rating: nsfw/18+

↳ pairing: dom!jimin x sub!reader

↳ summary: jimin asks you to ride him but he wasn’t referring to his cock.

pretty boy

↳ rating: nsfw/18+

↳ pairing: sub!taehyung x dom!reader

↳ summary: you agree to tutor none other than the gorgeous kim taehyung and end up getting way more than you were being paid for.

money shot

↳ rating: nsfw/18+

↳ pairing: camboy!jeongguk x reader

↳ summary: you decide to tune into your favourite camboy’s stream.

flexibility test

↳ rating: nsfw/18+

↳ pairing: jeongguk x reader

↳ summary: jeongguk wants to try out a new position.

heartless

↳ rating: nsfw/18+

↳ pairing: rockstar!jeongguk x reader

↳ summary: you accidentally run into your favourite rockstar.

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mosungie · 5 years

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eighth member! au

hi hello!! i’m going to start writing again, but this time for bts!! because i’m a stupid bitch in love anywho, i got some things that i guess you’ll need to know to understand the oc?? oc/reader was born in 1995, so this part takes place in the winter of 2011/2012 and is going to be an introduction to her character, like before debut. also note that i have zero knowledge of how one becomes an idol, this is just something that i came up with lol im sorry, i also don’t really know much about bts before debut, im like new to the fandom and have little knowledge about them before debut, so im sorry in advance for the lack of accuracy

anywho, lets begin!

warnings: extremely bad humor/my attempt at being funny but i failed, some cursing because i wanted to, oh also, the boys aren’t in this one, its just an introduction to oc but, they’ll be in ones in the future!!

word count: 1.1k

okay so she has lived a life so far, let me tell you

even though she was only seventeen, she felt as if she’s lived for centuries

she was born in 1995 in busan, korea to two very loving parents who would support their daughter to the very end

she lived in busan until she turned seven, when her father’s job had relocated in los angeles

they lived there until her father’s company re-relocated back to busan because his company is stupid and didn’t want to have their off-shore in los angeles

i can go on and on about how stupid her father’s company is but like, no

so she’s kinda smart smart, with a basis of primary and a wee bit of secondary education in both korea and america

she’s very versatile i don’t make the rules

like she’s intelligent, fluent in both english and korean, along with her studies in school of course

but anywho, her life truly started when she was sixteen

though, she grew up very shy, only showing her goofy and (not so slightly) crackhead personality to like her three closest friends, one of which still lived in Los Angeles

like every single person thought that she was shy, but boi that’s because she got uncomfortable around new people ya know

so obviously, she was quite shy when she became a trainee, only being seventeen at the time

with a voice like hers, it was obvious that she was destined to be in the industry, even if she didn’t think that she had to ability to do so

she also composed music and song lyrics on the daily, sometimes selling it to bigger producers that found her work after her friend forced her to send it to a company a year prior

before that, she would send her work of short stories and poems to publishing companies just for fun

she was a small writer in a very vast world of different writers

but she didn’t just write, she would make private writings, some of them were songs that she composed, which led to her friend forcing her to at least try to send it to an entertainment company

anywho, there were some people that really liked her compositions and others that wouldn’t even accept her work, but that was okay, she wasn’t really thinking about making a career out of it, just doing it for fun on the side on top of her studies

one day in december, she sent a file of a song that she had written and composed on the piano to an entertainment company called BigHit

she wasn’t even going to do it to be completely honest

it was like two in the morning when she finished completing the files

you see, there were two different files, there was the composition of just the instruments with attached song lyrics and one of her singing her lyrics along with the instruments in the background

originally, she only sang it because she needed to make sure that the lyrics would be able to be harmonized if the company were to use it, but she thought she sounded like a screeching rat when she sang, so she really didn’t want anyone hearing it

she never thought of herself as a singer, mostly as a writer and composer but boi she was wrong

at least in the eyes of the person who opened the files of the email that she sent

okay back to it being two a.m.

with her mind barely being functional at that poorly timed hour, she coined an email to an executive at the company and accidentally attached both the files of just the instruments and the one where she was screeching the lyrics (along with the lyrics itself but like,,, irrelevant)

so without thinking twice, she sent the email and passed the fuck out

she was delirious and blames that but it’s also because she has her stupid moments

the next day though, that’s when she got an email back

it was a monday, meaning ya know, school so she didn’t see it until she got home from classes

when she opened the email, she literally passed out, again

it was probably from the cold winter and maybe a little exhaustion but like also because she sent b o t h files

and they liked it

the email basically said, “hey we really like that do you like wanna come to an audition for our company”

when she came to, she started freaking the fuck out

i mean like, why wouldn’t she, she thought she sounded horrendous in that audio, it was literally not supposed to be heard by a n y o n e

but fast forward like a month

its now mid-january and boy she was freaking the fuck out

it was the day of the auditions in Seoul, meaning she traveled all the way from home which was like three hours of her sitting in a car

her legs cramped and her ass went numb but we won’t talk about that

anywho, the audition was very nerve racking

like she was sweating in january in seoul, like that doesn’t happen, normally

but this wasn’t normal

she never sang in front of people, it was always just her, a mic, and some shitty computer where she composed those songs

but now, she was in front of a panel

these people looked intimidating, like no facial expression, just blank stares as she poured her soul out

yeah she was still freaking the fuck out, but calmly and only in her mind

she tried to keep her cool face on, but once again she was literally sweating her pour heart out

but after her audition, one of the ladies smiled sweetly at her and thanked her for auditioning

when she left, she felt relieved but still nervous ya know? like she wanted it subconsciously but not as much as the others that were there auditioning too

she went home afterwards and if she got a trainee spot, they would call her the next day, if not, oh well, at least she tried

but the next day, she did get the call

she got the call that she was going to be a freaking idol

she passed out again, i think she might be anemic to be honest, she needs some help

the information for when and where she’ll be training was going to be sent to her in three days by mail and she literally could not have been happier, like she was sporadically jumping up and down

and thus, it begins

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baozibunz · 2 years

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RM: We need a distraction.

RM *to the other members*: Is anyone here good at jumping up and down and making weird noises?

Hobi, whispering: My time has come

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navy-midnight-writing · 3 years

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Lost in You (Namjoon x Reader)

Pairing: Namjoon x reader

Genre: Fluffy and then Angst

Word Count: About 2.7k

Warnings: Major character death, some drinking

A drink, that’s how it all started. A simple trip to a club with his members left him broken-hearted today. You went to that club on that very day, clothes so tight, and back oh so bare. A holy being. An angel. That’s what he thought you were. After that day, Namjoon found out that the sexy allure to you was a mere wave, not the real you, but still part of you.

Namjoon had found you after that night in the library near the dorms, a place he frequented. Apparently, you too had often come there, for “peace and quiet” as he quoted. Namjoon finds himself attracted to you, unable to take his eyes off you. Whenever he got the chance, Namjoon would try his luck at the library, hoping to catch you.

It has been weeks now. He always saw you in his free time, to the point, he had all of you memorized. The way you laugh, your shy smile, and your gentle voice burns into his mind, leaving its mark. His days now are surrounded by you. Everything he does, it revolves around you.

Love. Love for someone he never knew the name of. Love for someone who potentially didn’t know he exists. Namjoon had you on his mind 24/7. You were his sun, as you were his stars. You were his burning passion, as you were his calming peace. You were his muse, the many songs written just for you.

Pining, that all Namjoon thought it would be. His love would be unrequited until he moved on. How is it possible to fall so deep for someone, without ever talking to them? All of that changed when you had bumped into him. The way you profusely apologize to him while picking up your fallen books, yet not once making eye contact with him. Namjoon found it endearing and helps you pick up your books. A brush of hands is enough to send him into overload. Carefully, Namjoon helps you carry your books towards your table and set them down.

You thanked him and asked if he wanted anything in return. He waved it off but, when he was about to return to his seat, a book in your stash had caught his eyes. It was a book he had read before. To Namjoon, the book gave him thoughts he could never imagine. To see you reading it, he felt happy that you somewhat share the same book tastes as him. Namjoon asked you about the book, only to see you bursting with happiness to see that someone else enjoyed it too.

Both of you talked about it for hours. From your separate theories in the book to challenging the other’s theory. And before Namjoon knew it, it was past time for him to go back to the dorms. Namjoon used this chance to ask for your number, claiming that he wanted to discuss other books and theories with you. And doing so, he came back to the dorms with a smile on his face, dimples proudly showing.

You two talked with each other over the phone when one was free and often scheduled library meet-ups. Books after books went to be discussed yet they weren’t the only topic you talked about. Little by little, Namjoon found out more and more about you. You were shy in your nature but fierce when it comes to certain things. You had more than one time impressed Namjoon with your confidence in books but also in other things.

Namjoon kept to himself about seeing you at the club. He thought it wasn’t necessary for you to know, but always wondered, “Why are you different?” He came to know that you are an acting major at a rather prestigious university. Though you were an ace on stage, in costume, you aren’t quite a bold nut usually.

Time passed on and you both couldn’t help your feelings. Love was always in Namjoon, even before he had interacted with you. You, on the other hand, hid all of your feelings in your heart.

When you became confident enough, you invited Namjoon to one of your plays. He was ecstatic to come. Carefully, he snuck out of the dorms and stayed quiet to avoid any media attraction. Namjoon sat in the seat you had prepared for him. A front row view of the play that was about to start.

You came out as a dashing knight, no longer the shy person he knew. The suit of armor on you looked fantastic, but not as much as he preferred the usual hoodies on you. With your acting, Namjoon felt as if he is a spectator to something other worldly. The beautiful display of sword fighting and the grandeur of horse riding leads him right into a fantasy world. With each of your strategically placed steps, Namjoon couldn’t help but in awe of the amazing performance.

Once the play ended, he couldn’t help but showered you with compliments. Though you denied it, he still believes that you are the most talented person he had ever come to know of. You and him took a stroll around the area after you were out of your costume. The conversation flowed smoothly between you two, leaving no moment of silence. This was what Namjoon wanted. A friend, a crush or a partner that could be like him. A person that cared for him so much, without knowing who he actually is.

Then, it slipped from him. A simple “I love you” served as a confession to a relationship that he wished to last. After hearing those three words, you flushed red from what he said. Namjoon was worried that you would reject him, ending what he and you had now. But barely audible, an “I love you too” came from you. Namjoon excitedly captured your lips in a chaste kiss. That was the beginning of your story together.

After confessing and getting to date you, Namjoon had one major thing to figure out. How was he going to tell you that he was an idol? You too had loved music but, because you were from America originally, with Taylor Swift and other American artists being the only ones on your playlist. After a while of thinking, he decided to come clean to his members about what has been going on these few months and ask for their help.

When telling them, some were shocked but others had suspected it. They were more than happy for their leader and agreed to help. Eventually, they came up with a plan to tell you the news once you become familiar with the rest of the BTS members. They knew they couldn’t let you find out first, because if you did, it might end up a little bit too messy for their liking.

The next day that they were free, Namjoon had asked you to meet and familiarize his friends. He snuck you to the dorms and had you meet the rest. Each of the members introduce themselves to you as you shyly bow in a respectful manner. Though the air was stuffy at first, a few of Jin’s dad jokes and Yoongi’s savage comments got you melted in with the bunch.

After the successful visit, Namjoon brought this up to Bang PD-nim. He knew that he was going to be scolded but PD-nim was rather understanding. He wished Namjoon good luck with his relationship and asked him to be aware of the media. Now, with everything out of the way, Namjoon invited you out to one of his concerts, as a date. He texted you that he was going to be late on that day but will be showing up.

When you arrived at the concert, you couldn’t believe how big it was. There were probably over ten thousand people present and you couldn’t imagine how big these artists are. You get a text from Namjoon that he was going to be late and that you should go ahead.

Going into the stadium however, you were escorted by a staff member to go backstage. Although confused, you followed and waited in the artist’s room as asked. Only a few moments later, the door once again opens, this time revealing Namjoon. You ran up to him and hugged him. He told you to sit down while he explained some things. You find out that he is actually the idol performing today.

Namjoon was nervous. He didn’t know how you would react to this news. After all, you were still only human. Maybe this news would be the end of your relationship together or the beginning of a stronger one. He really hoped it was the latter.

Namjoon’s wish came true as you accepted him for who he is. From that day on, you guys were each other's biggest supporters. He was there when you got your first acting job. You were there when BTS got nominated for a Grammy. Together, you guys made the ultimate power couple.

However, your happiness was a story without the proper ending. During an outdoor shoot for a K-Drama starring you, a major accident happens. The streets were supposed to be closed for the shoot but a wild car pushed in. The driver was drunk and couldn’t see you in front of the car. You ran, trying to get out of danger. The driver turned the steering wheel and headed straight into you.

Mid-way through the photoshoot, Namjoon got an urgent call from your manager. He was informed about your condition and headed for the hospital. This was bad, a direct hit. The driver had died on the spot and you were knocked unconscious immediately. Even though you are still alive, there are various internal injuries along with external ones too.

Namjoon headed straight into the OR and got there just in time to see you get pushed into the surgery room. He stands there, looking at the neon sign “Operating”. All he could do was pray. The only thing he wants is for you to come back, unharmed.

The rest of BTS came into the hospital a few moments later. All of them were just as nervous as Namjoon. You were their precious friend, a sister to them. They’ve seen how happy Namjoon has been with you, and from the bottom of their heart, they don’t want to see you two apart. The last thing they want is to lose a close friend, and the bright smile of their leader.

The time ticked through slowly as each sound of the clock in the hospital drove Namjoon more and more off the edge. What seemed like an hour, lasted a minute. What seemed like an eternity, lasted an hour.

After a long surgery, you were finally rolled out of the operating room. Still unconscious, but looking just as he remembered. You were transferred into your private room and were hooked up to many devices. He could see the rhythm of your heart beating. The doctors approached him, to tell him the news.

The news was long, a complete update on your health. Due to crashing directly, being crashed by a car, and being thrown into a nearby pole, your brain had suffered the damages. The doctors had tried their best to revive you but you could only be kept alive physically, not mentally.

That was when Namjoon had lost it. He wanted to thrash out, yell at the doctor for not saving you. But all he could do was to drop to his knees, facing away from the rest of his members, and weep. That’s all he did for the next several days. He had lost what he loved most and learned what true pain felt like.

Namjoon stayed in your hospital room for almost a month, taking a break from his idol’s duties. He never once went through social media, and with every fiber of his being, stayed with you. He would feed you through the tube, look at your heartbeat, and touch you, as if you weren’t dead. His hyungs and dongsaengs often came for him, to check up on him. They knew this pain was something that should be lived out, not something you should hide.

After the month, Namjoon had to do the most difficult thing of his life, cut off your oxygen supply. This was the only way to move on, to let you leave in peace. With all of his members by his side, giving him all of the support he needed, he brought his fingers up to your oxygen path. All he had to do was to hold the passageway shut for a few minutes, and the task was done.

He held the tube but couldn’t bring himself to squeeze it shut. He collapsed, not knowing what to do anymore. Namjoon felt a hand placed on him. He looked up to see Yoongi, looking at him with painful eyes. Yoongi’s hand comforted him and gave him strength. He looked to the rest of his members, all there to help him. Hoseok initiated the group hug, putting Namjoon in the middle of it. Jin held Namjoon’s other hand as the three maknae gathered behind him.

Yoongi said to Namjoon, “Just do it, the more you drag it out, the more that it’s going to hurt. We love her too Namjoon, but never will it be as much as you. End it, please, before any pain is added, to you, and to us.”

Namjoon nodded, understanding. With all of his strength, he squeezed the passageway shut, whispering “goodbye” to you. He watched as your heart monitor went crazy before it flatlined. It was over, everything had come to its end.

Namjoon returned to his task as the leader of a worldwide group. His smiles are no longer as bright as before. For the first few months, he threw himself into work, composing song after song, and spoke with fake enthusiasm. He wanted to put his best for ARMY, but he couldn’t bring himself to do such a thing.

One day, he fell asleep while composing and dreamt of you. You had come back to him after the shoot, everything normal and fine. But that blissful dream broke as you spoke to him. You had been watching him from where you were, disappointed by his action.

Softly you spoke to him, “Namjoon, I can see you. Although you can’t see me, I am always by your side. Please, perform for your fans as if you are performing for me. I’ll be at every concert, every interview, and every event to cheer for you. Live on for me, do the things I couldn’t, okay?”

Namjoon held you, “If that is your wish, I’ll do so. But I want you to know, I love you with all of my heart. Thank you for being by me.”

And with that, Namjoon woke up with more determination than ever. He decided to fulfill your wish. He went to Bang PD-nim to ask about publicizing his relationship. Although PD-nim was against it at first, he understood why this had to happen. Later that day, an official statement was released by Big Hit regarding the relationship. Even though ARMY was shocked, they now know why Namjoon was so down.

With the knowledge being public, he organized your funeral and invited your close friends. Everyone could see that Namjoon was better now, but the pain never left him. He continued on, talking about you with such fondness that everyone could tell how much he loved you. It pained ARMY to see him like this, but were very glad that Namjoon could now talk about it.

As a special present for you, on your birthday, he released a song about you. It covered how happy he felt with you, and his journey with thoughts on being without you. He sang it with all of his emotions, giving his best just like you had asked.

Now, every time an anniversary rolled around, he would visit the library you two first interacted at, and the club you two first met. A drink for you, to celebrate your anniversary, first date, first interaction. It felt like a way to remember you, to show you that you are still in his heart. Maybe one day, he would join you and you both would drink while reading, together.

“If I knew what will happen,

I would have prevented it.

Maybe like that,

I would live without regretting it.”

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avocardorablegirl · 6 months

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Video clip of PRODUCTION DIARY 'SPECIAL TALK WITH. JIMIN" ON WEVERSE 🤍JIMIN TURNIG AROUND TO ZIP HIS PANTS AND THEN SAYING ‘ACT LIKE YOU DIDNT SEE’ LMAO 😭

#taehyung #tae #jungkook ff #taehyung ff #park jimim #bts jimin #park jimin #jiminie #jimin cute #jimin fanfic #jimin fluff #jimin face #kim soekjin #kim namjoon #kim jungeun #jung hoseok #jeon jungkook #min yoongi

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jizemderler · 4 years

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OMG HIII MAYBE SOME MAFI TAEHYUNG?💕💕

HI THERE BEAUTIFUL!! sooo I did my best here I hope you like it!

You were going through your closer when Taehyung walked in to your shared bedroom. “Hi.” he said kissing your temple and walking past you towards the bathroom. “How was work?” you asked him raising your voice a little so he would hear. You heared him groan while walking back out with a old white shirt and some shorts on. “That was a quick change?” you said arching a brow and he shrugged his shoulders. “Don’t you have any appointements tonight?” you asked because he usually had dinner plans with his associates from the company. “I cancelled them. I’m tired.” he said while sitting down on the bed and you looked at him through the mirror. His hair was tousled from changing his clothes and his eyes were really looking tired. You turned around with a warming smile on your lips and walked towards him. You stood between his legs and cupped his face with your hands. He rest his hands on your hips and pulled you closer. “Get some rest while I’m gone. I’ll take care of you when I’m back alright?” you said and gave him a peck on his lips. “Wait you’re going out?” he asked while furrowing his brows. “Yeah. Gina invited me to dinner. We’re going out for some dumplings.” you smiled and his serious expression confused you. “I remember telling you to NOT go out today.” he said in a low voice and you rolled your eyes. “It’s just dinner. I’ll be back in a few hours.” you said and wanted to step back but he held you in place with his grip on your hips. “No I’m serious. You can’t go out today.” he said and this already ruined your mood. “What are you talking about?” you said freeing yourself from his hands and stepping back. “You can’t.” he said and you groaned. “Not this again!” you whined and rolled your eyes while turning away. Every now and then Taehyung would get really obsessive and forbid you to go out. Not for long. It was always just one night and if you went out he would follow you very close. Since you wanted to be alone with your friend there was no chance of doing that today.

“Tae I’m not your property.” you said and he nodded. “I know.”

“So stop treating me like I am.” you growled and he got up from the bed. “I’m not. Seriously. I never controll anything you do. But you have to listen to me when I say you can’t.” he said as if it was the most plausible thing. His calm voice and behavior made you even more mad. You tried sneaking out, leaving and ignoring him whenever he wanted you to stay home but none of it worked out. So you found a soloution in staying home but not talking to him. “You’re driving me fucking crazy.” you said throwing the dress you held in your hand to his feet and walked out of the bedroom. You were mad, no fuming. So to prevent anything worse happening he didn’t cross your way.

You cancelled on your friend and told her that you couldn’t make it. You ignored his attempt at making it up to you and left him hanging. He planted himself on the couch where you had to see him while walking around the house. You were in the bathroom cleaning your stuff when you recognized his suit scrunched up on the floor next to the sink in the corner. “This mother fucking bitch can’t even throw his dirty clothes away properly.” you cursed under your breath and bent down to pick it up. As soon as you unfolded the material you let out a gasp. The white dress shirt was drenched in red colour what looked like blood. You covered your mouth with your hand and rushed out to the bathroom. As soon as you reached the living room you planted yourself next to him and pulled his shirt up. “Are you hurt?” you asked worriedly and all anger was long forgotten. To loose all that blood he must’ve gotten injured really bad. “What-...no?” he said confused and pulled his shirt back down while whincing in pain at the sudden movement. Your eyes widened and you tucked at his shirt again. “Yes you are! Where’s your wound? What did you do?” you asked while examining his body and he tried to shield his body from your gaze.

“What are you talking about?” he said finally jumping up in order to get away from you. “I saw your shirt.” you said and his eyes were about to fall out from his head. “Shit.” he growled under his breath. “I’m not injured.” he said while holding his hands up and you squinted your eyes in disbelief. “Take your shirt of.” you said and he rolled his eyes. “Come on babe. That’s ridiculous.”

“Taehyung.”

“Okay, okay!” he gave in and pulled his shirt over his head and spinned around himself once to show that he had no wound. His quick movements didn’t hide the bruises on his back though. “What happened to your back?” you said reaching out your hand to touch his skin but he flinched away. “Nothing. I-...” he started but stopped when your head snapped up to look at him when the realization hit you. That was not his blood. It was someone elses. And there was alot of it.

“Taehyung what happened?” you asked and you saw him obviously getting nervous. “Babe. Let’s sit down for a second.” he said trying to hold your hand but you flinched away. “Who’s blood is that?” you yelled at him in horror and he hated the scared look in your eyes. He hated himself for being the cause of it. “I’ll tell you let’s just sit down.” he begged you but you couldn’t wipe the images flooding your mind. What kind of horror could’ve caused such an amout of blood. “There is a reason why I didn’t want you to go out at certain nights.” he said and confused you even more. What did that have anything to do with his blood stained shirt?

“I’ll tell you everything. Just sit down. Please.”

***

After he finished explaining to you what he did for a living and that the company was just a facade to hide what his real profession was, you couldn’t hold back a disgusted sound from leaving your lips. You couldn’t react any further though. Everything you knew and loved about him vaporized into thin air. “Please say something.” he begged after a long moment of silence but you stood up without looking at him and walked to your bedroom. You were packing a few things when he entered the room. “I know you’ll hate me even more but I can’t let you leave right now.” he said carefully and you glared at him. “After...what happened today. They’ll be out on a hunt for me and my family.” he explained and you wanted to punch him. “You’re the only person I have close to a family.” he added with a tiny voice and you couldn’t believe your ears. You let the bag fall out of your hands and tears filled your eyes.

“Who are you?” you asked and your voice broke into a sobb. He wanted to step forward and pull you into a hug and wipe the tears away. But he knew for a fact that if he touched you right now you would punch him with no hesitation. “You won’t have to see me-..just...please stay in the house.” he asked you and you turned your back on him not able to handle to look at him.

***

You don’t know how the night passed. You cried the majority of it thinking back at your moments with Tae. You couldn’t believe that everything you lived was a lie. When the sun started seeping through the thick curtains you swung your legs off the bed and stood up. Your head was pounding from the lack of sleep. You walked in to the kitchen to fill yourself a cup of water and drank it hastily. You heared heavy footsteps coming closer and Tae leaned against the doorframe. Unsure what to do or how to act. He didn’t want to loose you. It felt like you were slipping through his fingers.

“I can’t bring myself to hate you.” you admitted to yourself and him and put your glass in to the sink. “And that makes me hate myself even more.” you added and looked up in to those brown eyes that used to give you so much love and security. “I don’t want to hate myself Tae.” you said and he couldn’t hold himself back anymore. He stepped forward and pulled you into a tight hug. You could hear his heart pounding in his chest. He looked like, smelled like the Tae you loved. But knowing what he was capable of and what he did made you shudder. You leaned your forhead against his chest and shut your eyes. “Please let me go Tae.” you begged and tried not to cry. “Please let me hate you more than I hate myself.”

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leeeeeeeeeeeeeeeesworld · 10 days

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CALM AFTER THE STORM |BTS OT7 X READER| HYBRID AU (M)

{Chapter Four – Heat}

Pairing: OT7 BTS!HYBRID X FEM!HUMAN READER

Kim Namjoon: Black Mackenzie Valley Alpha wolf

Kim Soekjin: White Alpha Lion

Min Yoongi: White Alpha Jaguar

Jung Hosoek: Alpha Snow Leopard

Park Jimin : Alpha Albino Cobra

Kim Taehyung: Alpha White/ Bleached Tiger

Jeon Jungkook: Alpha Black Panther

Reader: Heaven Valentino Human

Status: Ongoing

RATED (M) FOR MATURE

Words: 3.8k!

WARNING: EVENTUAL SMUT, BLOOD GORE, DETAILED GRAPHIC DESCRIPTION, ABUSE (ALL FORMS), PROFANITY, VIOLENCE, MENTIONS OF SUICIDE, CHARACTER DEATH(MINOR), SADOMASOCHISM ACTS, MENTIONS OF BDSM, ETC...

NO CHAPTER WARNING JUST SLIGHT CURSING AND LIGHT FLUFF

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Jimin's POV

"Noona," those words slipped out effortlessly, wrapping me in a sense of comfort and peace in her presence.

What I found enchanting was not just her perfume, but the natural scent that emanated from her, soothing and captivating at the same time.

Every aspect of her exuded femininity and authority, a captivating combination that drew me in completely.

She possessed the power to control us, to dictate our actions, yet I found solace in surrendering to her will.

I welcomed whatever she offered with open arms, knowing that she held us in her grasp.

I belonged to her, and she to me – a connection that felt unbreakable and consuming in its intensity.

Nestled in her embrace, I clung to her as if my life depended on it, an insatiable desire to remain close to her burning within me.

"Jimin, sweetheart?" Her voice, soft and melodic, washed over me, adding to her allure.

How could someone exude such strength and fragility simultaneously?

There was an aura of mystery around her, evoking both fear and excitement in equal measure.

Like a flame, she appeared harmless from a distance but held the potential to ignite a fierce passion when touched.

The tantalizing warmth of her presence, coupled with the thrill of the unknown, made any potential 'burn' worthwhile.

Meeting her penetrating gaze, I felt as though she was delving into the depths of my soul, seeking to unravel the layers I kept hidden, the darker aspects of my past that I dreaded to reveal.

Despite the shadows that lurked within me, she seemed intent on understanding me, on accepting every facet of my being, no matter how stained or flawed.

In her eyes, I saw a reflection of my true self, laid bare and vulnerable yet accepted without judgment. It was a rare and precious connection, one that transcended superficial boundaries and delved into the core of our intertwined existence.

As I basked in her presence, enveloped by her essence, I knew that she held the key to unlocking parts of myself I had long kept hidden, offering a sense of liberation and acceptance that I had never experienced before.

In her, I found not just a confidante but a guide, a beacon of light illuminating the shadows of my past and leading me towards a future filled with promise and possibility.

In the midst of the intense internal struggle, a surge of primal instinct abruptly washes over me, threatening to unleash deeply buried desires.

Oh no, my heat!

I frantically retreat from the tempting warmth enveloping me, fighting against the overwhelming urges bubbling beneath the surface.

As I distance myself from the alluring scene, I notice her puzzled expression, indicating that my inner turmoil might not be as hidden as I had hoped.

The room quivers with the potent scent of my pheromones, a tangible reminder of the primal forces at play within us all.

An unspoken tension hangs thick in the air, each of us striving to suppress our most basic instincts in the face of the charged atmosphere.

Here we stand, a diverse group of beings united by our predatory nature - seven male Hybrid creatures, each a rare and exotic specimen in our own right, alongside one human female who stands defenseless against our combined testosterone-fueled dominance.

The power dynamics are palpable, the unspoken struggle for control simmering just beneath the surface as we grapple with our primal urges and societal norms.

In a desperate need to regain composure, I quickly walk towards the sanctuary of the bathroom, my trembling hands fumbling to secure the door behind me.

Alone in the confined space, I collapse to the cool tiles, the weight of my conflicting emotions crashing down upon me. My breath comes in ragged gasps, the stench of sweat mingling with the acrid tang of pheromones in the air as I keel over in anguish.

The pain of suppressing my natural instincts reverberates through every fiber of my being, a relentless agony that threatens to consume me whole.

With each heaving sob, I struggle to contain the primal urges clawing at the edges of my consciousness, a reminder of the precarious balance between civilization and raw animalistic desires.

I grapple with the essence of my being, a hybrid creature caught between worlds - a fragile balance that threatens to unravel at any moment. The struggle is real, the stakes are high, and the roaring tempest of desire rages on within me, a relentless force that defies control.

Heaven's POV

As I sat there, confusion and concern swirling inside me like a whirlpool, I couldn't help but try to make sense of what had just happened.

Just moments ago, Jimin had been comfortably nestled in my arms, his presence comforting and familiar. But in a blink of an eye, he was now running away, as if something had spurred him into sudden action.

My mind raced with questions as I attempted to unravel the mystery behind Jimin's sudden behavior.

What could have triggered this sudden change in him? Why were the others acting so hush-hush about the situation? It felt like they were keeping some sort of secret from me, and it only added to my mounting confusion.

"Guys, what's going on?" I called out to them, my voice laced with a hint of urgency.

However, they seemed engrossed in their own private conversation, their eyes darting around in furtive glances.

"Guys! Guys! GUYS!" I raised my voice, finally catching their attention. Their faces turned towards me, expressions guarded and wary.

"What's going on, and what's wrong with Jimin?" I pressed on, my worry palpable in the air. Their reluctance to share only fueled my anxiety.

"Please tell me, I'm worried. Maybe I can help in some way," I offered, hoping to lend a supportive hand.

"No!" Taehyung interjected abruptly, his voice tinged with urgency. I could see the worry etched on their faces, a silent plea for me to trust them.

"H-heaven, you can't help Jimin with his problem. Please, just trust us, please," Taehyung pleaded, his words heavy with unspoken concern.

I trusted them – all of them. Reluctantly, I nodded in agreement. "Okay, but please tell me what's wrong. I can at least offer moral support," I urged, my heart aching for whatever Jimin was going through.

Their hesitation lingered in the air, a silent conversation passing between them. Finally, Namjoon gave a slight nod, and Taehyung took a deep breath before stepping closer to me.

"Jimin is on his heat," Taehyung blurted out in a rush, the words hanging heavy in the air. In an instant, realization dawned on me.

Oh.

Oh!

OH!!

That's why he's acting weird. But something still doesn't seem right.

"Okay, I understand why you're panicking but I feel like there's something else," I said slightly suspicious.

"Well, you see our heats have been suppressed for a long time, so that we wouldn't end up killing each other or from feeling, you know, yeah." Taehyung said.

"One of the numerous excruciating ways to agonize us was to deprive us of our biological need to mate and those were one of the most lamentable times we had ever experienced" Namjoon finished off, a look of pain, flushed in his eyes.

The concept of denying them their biological need to mate was not just cruel, but it went against the very essence of their existence as hybrids. They were being deprived of a fundamental aspect of their being, and it pained me to think of the suffering they must have endured as a result.

"Do you have suppressants maybe?" Namjoon asked.

His request for suppressants brought a sense of urgency to the situation, but I couldn't overlook the dangers that came with such a decision.

Suppressants may offer temporary relief, but the long-term repercussions could be catastrophic. The thought of risking their lives for momentary comfort was a risk I couldn't bear to take.

I knew that allowing them to take suppressants would only further exacerbate the damage done to their bodies and minds.

The toll it would take on their reproductive systems could have irreversible consequences, and I couldn't bear the thought of losing them to such a risky solution.

With a heavy heart, I made my decision clear to them. I couldn't in good conscience allow them to take suppressants, knowing the potential harm it could bring.

Their safety and well-being were my top priority, and I couldn't bear the thought of losing them to a reckless decision.

"I'm sorry but you can't have suppressants," I said firmly, they all looked at me as though I had lost my mind.

"Before you say anything let me explain why, you guys were not allowed to properly and naturally take care of your heats like you are supposed to for God knows how long, and giving you suppressants will just deter everything, not to mention they are very destructive and could kill you that I will never allow to happen." I tell them firmly concern laced in my voice.

"I can't lose you, not now when I just got you" I whisper, my voice slightly breaking.

As I looked into their eyes, filled with a mixture of pain and desperation, I knew that my words had struck a chord. The weight of the situation hung heavily in the air, and I felt a sense of helplessness wash over me.

I wanted to do everything in my power to ease their suffering, but I knew that suppressants were not the answer.

In that moment, as Jimin's pain became palpable, I felt a surge of determination. I may not have all the answers, but I would do everything in my power to support them through this trying time.

Their well-being was my priority, and I would stand by them no matter what challenges lay ahead.

The tense atmosphere in the room grew even more profound as we all exchanged glances, the air heavy with a mixture of concern and fear.

Despite our shared sense of unease, we remained silent, each lost in our thoughts until a sudden, piercing wail shattered the stillness. The sound was followed by a series of powerful bangs on the bathroom door, sending shockwaves of panic through our already jittery group.

Without hesitation, the six men present sprang into action, their urgent strides carrying them swiftly towards the source of the distress.

Instinctively, I moved to follow, eager to offer whatever support I could in the face of the unfolding crisis. Yet, before I could take another step, a firm hand on my arm brought me to an abrupt halt.

It was Yoongi, his expression grave as he delivered a clear directive that brooked no argument.

"Stay back," he commanded, his tone leaving no room for negotiation.

"Your presence will only worsen the situation. We need a female hybrid – and we need one now."

His words resonated with a chilling urgency, compelling me to act swiftly in the face of Jimin's escalating agony.

Swallowing my own desire to offer comfort, I knew that Yoongi was right. The smell of my scent could indeed worsen Jimin's already precarious state, making it imperative to find a suitable female hybrid to provide the assistance he required.

Summoning one of my trusted men with a sense of urgency, I issued a rapid-fire instruction, tasking them to locate and bring a willing female hybrid to Jimin's side.

It was crucial that her participation be entirely consensual, even in the midst of such turmoil. Forcing anyone into such an intimate act against their will was unthinkable, a violation that I could not countenance.

As a woman myself, the notion of disregarding the autonomy and dignity of another individual, hybrid or not, struck a deep chord within me.

The line between compassion and coercion was a stark one, one that demanded to be upheld even in the most trying of circumstances.

Jimin's pain did not justify forsaking the fundamental rights of another, and I was resolute in my determination to ensure that any assistance rendered to him was offered in a manner that respected the boundaries and agency of all involved.

In that fraught moment, as the echoes of Jimin's distress reverberated through the room, I found myself grappling with a complex mix of emotions.

So, in less than twenty minutes, I heard a knock at the door and hurriedly made my way to answer it.

It was one of my men accompanied by what seemed to be a snake hybrid. The scales trailing down from her neck, disappearing behind her shirt, hinted at her unique nature.

Snake hybrids can be quite captivating creatures.

This particular one had stunning shiny green hair and the deepest emerald green eyes that seemed to draw you in. She had a slender figure with curves in all the right places, and she exuded an aura of allure that was hard to ignore.

I found myself wondering about her breed--what kind of snake hybrid was she, and what powers or abilities did she possess?

"Okay, where is he?" she inquired, snapping me out of my thoughts.

"Oh, yeah, come in. He's in the bathroom," I replied, stepping aside to let her into the suite and guiding her towards where the guys were stationed.

As she passed by, I couldn't help but notice the way she walked, her movements oozing confidence and a hint of mischief.

It was then that she made a sly comment, "My, my, you are one sneaky bitch," which instantly put me on edge.

Suddenly, my initial fascination with her appearance began to wane, and I found myself fuming in disgust.

The guys, on the other hand, couldn't take their eyes off her. I mean, who could blame them?

She was like a walking embodiment of sensuality, and her presence seemed to command attention.

"He's in here," Taehyung spoke up, moving aside to make way for her to enter the bathroom where Jimin was.

She stood in front of Taehyung, her hand resting lightly on his chest as she traced small circles with her finger. The way she looked at him and the suggestive tone of her voice sent a chill down my spine.

"Don't you wanna join?" she purred, inviting him with a seductive smile.

Taehyung's expression twisted into one of clear disgust, his discomfort palpable in the air.

I could see from the way he shifted uneasily that the situation was beginning to weigh on him. As much as I wanted to address the situation head-on, I knew I needed to tread carefully.

The girl in question, despite her undeniable beauty, exuded an aura of arrogance that rubbed me the wrong way.

It was evident that she had a penchant for reveling in the misfortunes of other hybrids, almost relishing in their suffering as well as her own.

Her twisted tendencies towards sadism and masochism didn't escape my notice, painting a disturbing picture of her true nature.

With a sense of urgency, I moved decisively to intercept before the situation escalated any further.

The urge to confront her and put an end to her unsettling behavior surged through me, but a grim realization dawned – she was our only hope in aiding Jimin, despite my reservations.

Suppressing my rising anger, I addressed her tersely, "I suggest you carry on with what you were brought here for, don't make me repeat myself"

Her reaction, a mixture of disdain and reluctance, only served to solidify my distaste for her. Without a word, she retreated into the bathroom, locking herself inside, providing a temporary reprieve from the tense atmosphere.

Turning my attention back to Taehyung, who was visibly shaken by the ordeal, I sought to provide him with reassurance and comfort.

Embracing him tightly, I offered soothing words to alleviate his anxiety, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead and running my fingers through his hair to help him find solace in the midst of chaos.

The sudden eruption of lewd noises and destructive sounds from beyond the bathroom door signaled that it was time to make a swift exit.

Recognizing the ominous cue, we exchanged a knowing glance before silently agreeing to leave the disturbing scene behind us, prioritizing our sanity above all else.

~Two Days Later~

During the last couple of days, I've found myself in a state of absolute agony.

Jimin, well, he certainly has a wild streak to him. That snake hybrid, now known as Siren, on the other hand, let's just say she's proven to be quite the challenging presence.

After satisfying Jimin's needs and giving him his daily dose of vagina, Siren made attempts to flirt with the other guys, and I can't quite express the level of frustration that stirs within me when I witness her actions. She truly manages to get under my skin.

The temptation to take drastic measures against her, such as cutting her tongue, arose, but I managed to restrain myself from acting on such impulses.

Thankfully, Jimin's heat has come to an end, signifying our imminent parting with little Miss Siren.

I made the conscious decision to refrain from attending the events for the past two days. One factor being my involvement with Jimin, and the other being my reluctance to witness any further mistreatment of the hybrids.

It's disheartening to observe the depths of depravity that some humans are capable of sinking to. The blatant disregard for the well-being and dignity of these hybrids is truly sickening.

Jimin strolled out of the bathroom, looking utterly refreshed and at ease.

I watched as he made his way over to me, that signature toothy-eye smile lighting up his face, a sight that never failed to tug at my heartstrings.

"Noona!" His voice held a mixture of excitement and affection as he enveloped me in a warm hug, his eyes closed as he took in a deep breath, seemingly savoring my scent. I couldn't help but smile at his endearing gesture.

"Hey, Jimin," I greeted him, a soft chuckle escaping my lips at his adorable behavior.

Jimin had a way about him that was both endearing and captivating.

One moment, he could evoke a strong desire to shield him from the harshness of the world, and in the next, he had the power to make your panties drop with just a single look.

I often found myself pondering what divine spark had created such a perfect concoction of charm and allure in him.

"I missed you, noona," Jimin's voice was muffled against my neck, his warm breath sending a shiver down my spine.

"I missed you too, Chim," I replied, relishing in the quiet connection we shared, words flowing silently between us in the comfort of our embrace.

However, our moment was soon interrupted by an unwelcome presence.

Letting out an annoyed grumble, I turned my attention to Siren, whose voice cut through the tranquility like a piercing alarm.

"Jimin oppa, I had such a wonderful time with you. You truly know how to make a girl weak in the knees," she purred, her gaze lingering on Jimin suggestively.

Despite not being a hybrid, I could smell and see her arousal, it was practically oozing out of her.

Jimin, looking all innocent and pure, shooting me the cutest smile. He turns to me, with those doe eyes, and goes, "Noona, the air in here feels suffocating, let's bounce to another spot."

Like, can we just take a moment to appreciate the shade he just threw at Siren right in her face? It was pure comedy gold.

I had to bite my lip so hard to stop myself from cackling as Jimin scooped me up and led me to the living room where the rest of the guys were chilling. It was like a movie scene, I swear.

But, plot twist, I wasn't gonna let Siren rain on my parade. Oh no, not today.

So, I made the boss move and called in my men to escort her out. She tried to put up a fight, bless her heart, but my guys handled business like pros and had her out in a flash.

And just like that, she was gone. See ya never, sweetheart.

Bitch.

It was like something straight out of a drama, but hey, that's just another day in the life, am I right?

As I settled in next to the guys, the warm glow of the movie playing in the background created a cozy atmosphere.

Despite their initial reservations, it seemed like they were gradually warming up to my presence, a small victory that didn't go unnoticed.

Just as I was starting to relax and enjoy the moment, my phone suddenly interrupted the scene.

With a quick glance at the caller ID, my eyebrows furrowed in surprise to see Jae's name flashing on the screen. Picking up the phone, I couldn't hide the hint of concern in my voice as I greeted him.

"Hello, Jae? What's going on?" I inquired, the urgency in his tone instantly catching my attention and drawing the curious gazes of the guys around me.

"Miss Valentino, we have a problem," Jae's words tumbled out, laced with a sense of urgency that made my heart skip a beat.

My mind raced with questions as I tried to process the situation unfolding over the phone.

"What do you mean? What's happening?" I pressed, my voice tinged with a mix of worry and determination, a combination that seemed to resonate with the growing tension in the room.

And then his words hit me like a ton of bricks. "Black Eagle, he knows," Jae's voice crackled with apprehension, the gravity of his revelation sinking in slowly.

The unexpected turn of events left me momentarily stunned, grappling with the reality of our carefully constructed plans being jeopardized so soon.

But as the initial shock faded, a steely resolve took hold of me.

The fight was far from over, and if anything, this new development only fueled my determination to see our mission through to the end.

With a sense of determination and defiance in my voice, I responded to Jae, "I didn't expect him to figure it out this quickly. Well, he's made his move, now it's our turn to see how he plans to stop us."

As the weight of the situation settled over us, a silent agreement passed between us, an unspoken vow to stand united against whatever challenges lay ahead.

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Reassurance: Min Yoongi

Summary: Your boyfriends worries sets Suga, his alter ego, and you are the only one who can reassure him that you are never going to leave

Warnings: split!au, mentions of murder, mafia au so whats new lmao, fluff, and anxiety??

Notes: My goal for this reaction is to have it more realistic.. at first i wanted to write something different and more badass, but Split Personality is a real mental disorder and is something that is rare. I am doing research on it since it is something that really intrigues me. Not all of my reactions for a split au will be this .. idk, but my goal as a writer is to write something that is realistic but at the same time imaginative.

Waking up to a phone call from Namjoon, your boyfriends second in command, asking for you to come to the base because Suga was out, was not one of the best ways to wake up too. Why? Because it takes a lot to get Suga clear minded and not on a murdering spree. If you were wondering, no he does not kill his own men, he just goes to the dungeons and tortures the ones who hold information.

Sighing, you put your hair up into a pony tail because you knew that the next few hours will be hectic. As you walked through the doors of the base, you could see some of his gang members sitting quietly at the table, working on whatever work that your boyfriend assigned them. They knew not to do anything that requires them to talk to their boss since they do not want to be in the path of his wrath.

Namjoon was leaning on the wall beside the doors that lead to your boyfriend’s office, texting someone on his phone (probably his boyfriend Seokjin). Once he was that it was you walking up to him, the man released a heavy sigh, “He has not stopped destroying his office the past hour. I already have had Taehyung order one of everything in that office to be replaced.” Namjoon told you, rolling his eyes at your boyfriends’ actions.

As you were going to ask what caused your boyfriend to act this way, Namjoon had already beat you to it. “Truthfully, I do not know what set Yoongi off to have Suga come to the surface. I remember you saying how it has been a while since Suga has appeared, but this is … worse than ever before. He literally went and killed one of our suspects down at the dungeon because he said your name in the wrong one. No torture or anything.”

Eyes wide, jaw dropped opened slightly, the information was not what you were suspecting. Usually, Suga is much more controlled and not this destructive by a small action. Without saying anything, you nodded your head at Namjoon as a silent thanks and walked past him to get to your boyfriend. Opening the door, you cautiously made yourself present to your boyfriend.

“Suga, it’s me.” You called out, wincing when you heard another glass break. After that, you heard footsteps comes towards the door. Without warning, your boyfriend pulled you into the office and slam the door shut, causing you to jump from surprise.

“Who called you?” Was the first question Suga asked you.

“Namjoon.” You stated, looking up at your boyfriend, frowning at the anger that is apparent on his face.

“I told him not to call you.”

“Well, Im glad that he did because of your current state. Love, you should not trash your office out of anger, we built that safe room for a reason, so you won’t severely hurt yourself. Look at you! You’re bleeding on your hands and you have a cut under your eye! What if glass got into your eye!” You stressed out, upset that your boyfriend was too angry to notice his injuries. You are happy that it is not as bad like it was a year ago, but him hurting himself in general upsets you.

“I’m fine, baby. Its nothing new.” He rolled his eyes, but a small smile on his face showing that he has at least calmed down a bit.

Huffing, you brought your hands to his face to inspect the scratch underneath his right eye. “What set you off anyways, you haven’t been out in a while…” you softly asked, wiping away some of the blood with your thumb. You could tell that the question made him go back to his reserved side. “And don’t you dare try keeping this from me because this is serious.”

Biting his lip, he looked away from you before looking right into your eyes, “You know how Yoongi gets when he’s vulnerable – he worries and overthinks. Well, lately he has been keeping me away because he worries that you will someday leave him because of, basically, me. He is worried that you see him as a freak and shit, which is false. But him continuing to speak negatively soon started to have me think the same way and I just lost it.”

Sighing, you looked down with your eyes closed, trying to process his words. After a minute you finally spoke up, “Yes, dating someone who has an ‘alter ego’ or, ‘Dissociative identity Disorder’ is something that is a lot since it is rare, and also challenging. I do not know how it is for you both mentally, but I know you are you. I do sometimes get worried because I literally do not know what to do in certain situations, but I do know that I love you both. I love Yoongi just as much as I love you. You are Yoongi’s better half while he is yours. You both balance each other out. I love you both so much that I would not want to have it any other way.” You stated firmly, giving your boyfriend a teary smile.

“Really?” this time Yoongi asked, causing you to choke on a sob.

“Really. Leaving you has never crossed my mind, Yoongi. You’re my everything.”

At your promise, Yoongi let out a few tears before throwing himself in your arms, needing to feel your affection and mentally reassure himself that you are there. And this is why you love both Yoongi and Suga. Yoongi is the softer one of the duo where as Suga is the more rougher one, but still loving as ever.

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