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ratherbefangirling · 2 hours ago
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"I had a group of friends in high school and all their lives got ruined because I abandoned them and I'm scared so scared that I am going to ruin you too."
🦋 Butterfly 🦋
Pairing : Kim Seokjin x reader
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Part of a Series (Monday updates for now)
Genre: Angst, Romance, Fluff
Sub genre: bts universe au, slice of life, fiction(subject to change)
Warning ⚠️:
This is a work of fiction and should be treated as such.
It is inspired by bts universe story but may not follow it. It is set as an after where everyone is alive.
⚠️self depreciation, mentions controlling behaviour
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Jin stared at the white ceiling. He could hear the time passing.
tick tock tick tock
"Young master. It's time."
Sparing one last look at his reflection he opened his hotel room door.
The butler Mr. Kang gave him a once over correcting any nuance in his suit.
He stood on the dais.
He wondered if he was a puppet or a doll.
He looked at you coming towards him, a shy smile on your face. Dressed conservatively in all pure and innocent white.
He decided he was a puppet because surely you were the doll.
White as you came to him he wondered how long would he take to turn you red and grey.
He almost hated the idea of touching you.. innocent and undeserving of the bad luck he seemed to spread like plague.
He had been surprised the day his father had chosen you to be his bride.
The surprise was unexpectedly pleasant.
Maybe ruining his sons life so far had tired him or maybe this was a trick to get him comfortable.
"I do." He says as the priest asks.
You reply similarly.
Instead of kissing you he places a chaste kiss on your forehead.
Your blush is almost adorable.
If he were a better man his happiness would know no boundaries.
Yet here he was a puppet.
And puppets aren't supposed to feel.
They waltz to the tune of their master.
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kimnjss · 9 hours ago
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teachers pet
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— he has no idea who you are… up front, you’re sweet and innocent - but in reality you’re the exact opposite. running your own nsfw account, where your favorite topic is his hands.
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A/N: timestamps make sense throughout the fic. if u want to be added to the tag list, send me an ask! + if you’ve asked to be on my permanent taglist, you do not need to ask to be added to this one !!
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gukyi · 11 hours ago
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no choice (next to you) | myg
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summary: the pros of your last-minute senior year apartment sublet: cheap, furnished, close to campus, in a gorgeous old victorian conversion home, and right next to the greek takeout place.
the cons of your last-minute senior year apartment sublet: min yoongi, senior member of the beta tau sigma fraternity, and his party-throwing, vodka-loving, ruckus-making fraternity buddies, are your neighbors.
{college!au, frat boy!au, neighbor!au, enemies to lovers!au}
pairing: yoongi x reader genre: fluff, comedy est. word count: 13k warnings: alcohol consumption, frat parties, misunderstandings as a plot device, idiots being idiots, frat boys being frat boys, hawaiian pizza slander, yoongi says things that could be construed as sexist but they actually are not i promise you just need to read the fic ;-; a/n: here it is!!!! a very happy 4 years to gukyi.tumblr.com, and an even happier 8 years to the men who made it all possible, bangtan themselves! i hope you enjoy this frat party of a fic: loud, chaotic, and filled with college boys. much love to you all, always and forever <3 guyi
The first time you meet Min Yoongi you are hunched over the kitchen sink of the Beta Tau Sigma fraternity house, throwing up vodka and Sprite like it’s nobody’s business. Except it apparently is someone’s business, because from behind you, over the booming rap music and the thumping bass emanating from the speakers, you hear a voice. 
“Well, at least it’s not the floor.”
You whip your head around, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, to find a grouchy, unimpressed boy standing a couple of feet away from you, arms crossed over his chest as he looks at you with his eyebrows raised. 
“I try to be considerate of my hosts.”
He scoffs. “I can tell. Good thing we installed a garbage disposal last year.”
“You a brother?” He doesn’t look like one. Too unapproachable and disapproving. He doesn’t even seem to want to be at this party. 
“You just puked in our sink and you’re asking me that?”
You shrug. “I’m trying to make conversation here, since you just caught me. I gotta be honest, I don’t really make it a point to know whose frat house I’m attending unless I plan on staying the night.”
Then he grins, this lopsided little smirk that matches the devilish spark in his eye. “We can arrange something like that if you’d like.”
You look him up and down and pretend that he didn’t just catch you hurling chunks into his kitchen sink. Maybe if you match his aloof disposition you can retain at least a shred of your dignity. Although, you suppose that, as a frat brother, he’s probably seen worse than some sophomore like you throwing up into a basin. There are so many people here, many of them more drunk than you are. Not all can be lost.  
“How about you tell me your name first, and then maybe I’ll consider it,” you suggest, grinning. 
He seems to appreciate the back-and-forth between the two of you. You’re probably two of the more sober people in the building right now. If the mass of dancing bodies in the room across from you is anything to go by. 
He smiles, small and muted. “Yoongi.”
“Y/N.”
“I’d shake your hand, but you just wiped your throw-up remnants on it, so I’ll hold off for now.”
“How observant of you,” you chide. “Promise I’m usually much cleaner.”
“I’d make a joke about being dirty but I don’t think either of us are drunk enough for that,” Yoongi muses. “Want me to mix you something?”
“How about a glass of water? Don’t really feel like throwing up again,” you ask, eyes glancing back to the sink. Most of your bile has gone down the drain but you can see some remnants stuck to the bottom of the basin. Yikes. 
He chuckles, shaking his head. “Sure thing. Hey, do you think you can flip that switch on the wall right by the paper towels? Turns on the garbage disposal.”
“While I’m at it, do you have any Febreeze I can spray?”
At that, Yoongi laughs as he pours you a simple glass of water in a red solo cup. Maybe you can both just pretend it’s vodka. “You’re in the Beta Tau Sigma house and you think we have Febreeze?”
“You should consider it a compliment that I thought that highly of you,” you tell him pointedly. “Other people would not be nearly as impressed.”
“Other people also don’t throw up in our kitchen sink.”
You narrow your eyes at him. Sure, that literally just happened and Yoongi straight up caught you red-handed in the act, but that was a low blow. Isn’t he trying to flirt with you?
“Are you or are you not trying to get me to sleep with you? Because right now, you’re not really on that track,” you ask him, crossing your arms in front of your chest with an eyebrow raised. 
“That depends,” Yoongi responds nonchalantly. He takes another sip of whatever the hell he’s drinking—from where you’re standing it smells like whiskey, but he’s not even flinching as it goes down his throat so either he’s an absolute tank or your sense of smell is still off from the aforementioned vomiting—and grins. “Do you want me to try to get you to sleep with me?”
“I take back my ‘are you a brother’ question. I should have just spoken to you for like, five more seconds and I would have figured that out pretty quickly,” you say, even though you’re loath to deny the attraction you feel towards him and you both know it. He’s hot, he can actually keep up a decent conversation, and he doesn’t seem like a total asshole. These are all the boxes that need to be checked when considering who and who not to sleep with. 
“Listen, I was joking earlier when I said we could arrange something, but if you actually want to then I’m down. And if you don’t, then I’ll walk you home, since it’s late and I don’t think you should be out there by yourself,” Yoongi offers, two equally nice-sounding suggestions that ultimately allow you to have the final say. 
And they said chivalry was dead. 
“You’re cool with leaving the Beta house at one in the morning just to walk me to my dorm?”
“Yeah.” Yoongi nods, completely happy with the idea. “And you don’t even have to worry about me trying to get in your pants there since I won’t be able to get past the check-in doors because I live off campus. And I forgot my access code. That, too.”
You laugh at that. Hot, conversational, not-an-asshole, and funny? You’d be an idiot if you were to just let him take you home and leave it at that. Wait until the next Beta party so you can flirt with each other all over again before letting the night end as anticlimactically as it had before.  
“Well, I don’t think you’ll need to remember your access code tonight,” you say, placing your cup on the counter as you step towards him, letting the glint in his eyes and the warmth of his body draw you towards him. 
Yoongi’s grinning, smirking, smiling at you as you approach him, looking rather pleased. “And why would that be?”
You wrap your arms around him, letting them rest on his broad shoulders as you lean in, lips hovering over his own. “Do you really need me to spell it out for you?”
There’s no alcohol in your system, but the rest of your body is on fire anyway. You feel the way his enormous hands gently brush your waist, like he’s afraid to press any harder against your skin. He seems rather pleased that this is the direction his night went in. So are you. 
“Please,” he pleads simply. 
When you close the gap between your lips, standing in the dinky old Beta Tau Sigma kitchen as the music blasts through the speakers and the bass shakes the tiled floor, sparks fly. 
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Before you go the next morning, Min Yoongi only has one request: call him later so you can arrange a proper date. 
He’s still in bed when he asks, all mixed up in the dark navy sheets of his tiny little room in the attic of the Beta house, hair a tousled mess atop his head. It’s a Monday, and clearly only one of you was masochistic enough to put a nine AM class into their weekly schedule. Yoongi looks just about as dead as anyone would be after an entire weekend of partying and binge drinking jello shots and soju bombs, but he still manages to etch out a half-smirk as he bids you goodbye, watches you pull on the same clothes you were wearing last night and wipe away the sleep in your eyes at his mirror. 
“Promise I’ll call you after my classes,” you tell him, not just to get him off your tail but because, for the first time in your short and hallowed history of one-night-stands, he is actually someone you’d like to stay in touch with. 
“Kiss me before you leave,” Yoongi begs, too tired to care about being desperate. 
You roll your eyes. “Just one.” Scurrying over to the side of his bed, you lean down and press a kiss to his lips, tasting remnants of the cherry lip gloss you were wearing last night. You should wear that more often. 
Yoongi looks instantly dissatisfied as you pull away. “One is not enough.”
“Yoongi, I have class in five minutes. If I don’t leave now, I’ll be marked absent,” you remind him. Not everyone can enjoy the luxury of sleeping in until noon. “I will call you later, I promise.”
“I’ll hold you to that,” Yoongi says, though from the look on his face, it’s clear that he’s not really worried about you flaking on him. 
You grin as you shuffle down the steps of the Beta house, trying not to stare too closely at the tornado that’s been left behind. You’ve never been in a frat house when it was light outside. It’s kind of haunting. The empty halls, the streamers and beer bottles and solo cups strewn across the floor. The indiscriminate puddles of an unspecified liquid in some of the corners. You don’t even want to know what the fuck the bathrooms must look like. You pull open the front door—totally unlocked, which must be a security concern—and dash out, completely unashamed. 
By the time you reach your lecture hall, you realize you don’t even have your goddamn laptop. 
One iced coffee and a very awkward seminar class later, you’re heading back to your dorm after spending a couple of hours in the library trying to do some work—but mostly just recovering from your brain-hammering headache—when you hear a familiar voice come from one of the tables outside of the business school. 
He’s clearer in the daytime, voice sharper and more punctuated, but after a night of hearing his breathless moans and his whispers against your skin, you’d like to say that you’re pretty familiar with the way Min Yoongi sounds. You look down at your phone. You were gonna call… but why do that when he’s right here? Plus, this is better than calling because you get to see his face, too. 
You begin speed-walking towards him, hoping to surprise him, when the clarity of his voice finally betrays him. 
“—So easy to get her, you know?”
What?
You freeze. He’s not talking about you… is he?
“Honestly, I can’t believe I didn’t do it sooner,” Yoongi continues with total disregard. “Like, it was so easy. I walked in and it was like, boom, done. Instant results.”
There’s no way he’s talking about you. Absolutely no way. The Min Yoongi you were flirting with last night is not a sexist asshole. He treated you with respect and even offered to walk you home with no expectation for a sexual favor in return. He begged for a little kiss, a mere peck, before you left his room this morning. He had broken all of the stereotypes you normally associate with frat boys and that was the whole reason you had even promised to call him again to begin with. 
“Do you think it could be, like, a house thing? You know, like we all share her?”
You don’t want to listen anymore. Trying to blink away the tears of pure and utter anger—you should have trusted your gut, why did you think he’d be any different than all of the other frat boys on campus, how could you let him string you up like this—you shut your phone off, turn around, and never look back.
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Maybe you should have rethought your senior year sublet situation. 
At the time of agreeing to the sublet, it checked all of the boxes. Cheap? Yes. Furnished? Coffee maker included. Close to campus? Barely a two minute walk. Next to the Greek takeout place? You can practically smell the gyro through your bedroom window. 
What you, however, failed to consider was the fact that on the other side of your old, refurbished Victorian-era home-turned-apartment-complex was not another fast food restaurant, or Starbucks, or even an office building. 
No. 
You are living next to the Beta Tau Sigma house. 
A house known for its near-daily parties and lack of basement, meaning all the noise goes right through the old rickety walls and right into your bedroom. Not that any of the brothers would ever care about how much noise they make, how it travels down the sidewalk and fills up the night air like radiation, an inescapable fog of pure sound. And it’s not as if any of the brothers care about who lives next door to them, either. You imagine there used to be offices in these old Victorian homes, perhaps even other fraternity and sorority houses could have sat on this block, but not anymore. Not that any of the brothers care.
On a normal, average day, you would just buy a pair of noise-cancelling headphones and move on with your life, pretending they don’t exist and that you aren’t living next to a house that sounds like a constant shitty concert venue. But this is not a normal, average day. You have a bonkers-difficult exam for Inorganic Chemistry II tomorrow morning and your rowdy, terrible, rave mosh pit group of neighbors are throwing a party. Who even parties on a Tuesday? Don’t they have class tomorrow?
You manage to tolerate it until around 1:30 in the morning, when the bass that thumps through the thin drywall of your bedroom just becomes too much to bear. So, you do what any sane person would do. You storm out of your bedroom wearing nothing but your raggedy old high school pep rally free t-shirt, shorts, and slippers, and head straight to the front door of the Beta Tau Sigma house, stomping the whole twenty-feet walk. 
One of the younger brothers, a freshman by the looks of it, stops you in your tracks. 
“Know a brother?” He grunts out, clearly not too thrilled with being put on door duty instead of getting wasted inside with everyone else. 
“Didn’t you just see me walk out of that door? I’m your neighbor,” you exclaim, indignant, motioning to your front door. 
“Know a brother?” He repeats. “You can’t go in unless you can give me a name. House orders.”
“Fuck,” you say with a sigh, rubbing your temples with your hand. Yeah, you’ve heard of a few. Are Facebook friends with a couple of them. And there was that one incident in sophomore year… but you don’t like to think about that. “Whatever. I don’t care, I’m not here to party. I have a message that I would like you to deliver to whoever is in charge of… all this.” You gesture frantically in front of you.
The boy just quirks an eyebrow, uninterested. But he doesn’t tell you that you can’t deliver that message, and if you’re being honest, he’s probably the most sober anyway, so you take your chances and continue. 
“I would like you to tell whoever is in charge that I have been putting up with all of this for—”
“Putting up with what?”
You didn’t even notice the door swing open. Peeking his head out from the open space, a very familiar face smiles lazily at the two of you, that same stupid smirk happily lacing his otherwise typically grumpy features. 
“With you, Min Yoongi!” You shout. For some reason, seeing his face has increased your irritation tenfold. It must be the sound of his voice. “You and the rest of the Betas and your stupid party. It’s Tuesday.”
“I know.” Yoongi nods. The fact that he doesn’t say anything else, just stands there, a shit-eating grin on his face, swirling a half-empty bottle of beer in his hands, pisses you off even more. 
You sputter. “Well, it’s Tuesday and I have an exam tomorrow and I would really, really appreciate it if you could just keep it down. Or shut it down. Either works.”
“And ruin the fun?” Yoongi takes another step towards you, letting the door shut behind him as the other brother bows out, clearly recognizing that this exchange is out of his hands. “Come on, Y/N. You’ve become such a stick in the mud these days. Why not loosen up before your big test?”
“Because unlike you, I actually plan on doing something with my life after college,” you hiss, wanting nothing more than to snatch that bottle of beer right out of his grasp and dump it on him. You close your eyes, taking a deep breath. “I am going to say this again nicely. I would really, really, genuinely, very much appreciate it if you could just keep it down for this one night. It would mean a lot to me because I have a very important test tomorrow that I cannot fail.”
Yoongi just smirks. “And what if we don’t?”
Oh, so that’s how he wants to play? Alright. 
“Then I will have absolutely no problem calling campus police so that they can shut down your party for me.”
Yoongi narrows his eyes. “You wouldn’t.”
“Try me.” You raise your eyebrows at him, as if egging him on. 
“Is that all? Or do you plan on threatening me with anything else if I don’t comply with your ridiculous demand?” He asks. 
“It’s not ridiculous to want some peace and quiet on a fucking Tuesday night. Actually, Wednesday, since it’s one in the morning,” you say defensively. Min Yoongi thinks he’s so much better than you because he drinks more alcohol and throws more parties. But the only people he’s really impressing anyway are the try-hard freshmen who either want to join the brotherhood, or sleep with its members. So who’s the cooler one, him or you? 
Yoongi scoffs. “You’re the one who decided living next to a frat house was a good idea. Maybe next time, before you come strutting over here to tell me and my house to be quiet, you can also reevaluate your own decisions.”
You sneer. “I had no choice. What’s your excuse?”
“My excuse?” Yoongi shakes his head like this whole damn conversation is beneath him. “I don’t care what you or anyone else thinks of me.”
“Maybe you should. Then you might actually have a future beyond college. Or are you just going to live in your frat house forever until they kick you out because you’re too old and have no job?”
Yoongi frowns at you. His dissatisfaction at the direction of this exchange isn’t even enough to cheer you up at this point. All you want to do is go to sleep. 
“Are you going to be leaving now, or—?”
“You don’t have to ask me twice,” you say, already turning on your heel to march off their front porch and back to your apartment. “And may I remind you to please, kindly, shut the fuck up, or you will be hearing from campus police shortly. Goodnight.”
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The next morning, you wake up bright and early at seven in the morning for some last-minute morning studying and find yourself relatively well-rested. Well, as well-rested as anyone can be on five hours of sleep. But surprisingly, by the time you were in bed with your eyelids drooping, you could barely hear the Betas next door. Did they actually quiet down? You weren’t actually planning on calling campus police anyway. Huh. 
At 7:50 you whip open your front door, still trying to wrestle your left foot into its shoe, to find a handle of Tito’s Handmade Vodka and a note at your door. 
Thanks for putting up with your super annoying neighbors. We have way too much alcohol, and we figured you could use this to drink so you don’t have to remember that you live next to the Beta house. Or you could celebrate after your exam. 
Your friends, the Beta Tau Sigma fraternity.
Ugh. 
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“They just gave you a whole ass bottle of vodka? For free?”
You huff as you bring over the unopened handle of Tito’s to your coffee table, clinking as it thuds against the wooden surface. 
“Well, they didn’t write their Venmo on the Post-it note so, yes, for free,” you say, trying not to complain despite it being your favorite hobby. After all, you did just swing free alcohol from your least favorite people. There could be worse circumstances in life. “But let’s drink it all tonight so that they can’t charge me, just in case.”
“That’s amazing,” Nicole says, in awe as you return from the kitchen again with cups, little stemless wine glasses from IKEA that cost ninety-nine cents each. “I want to live next to the Betas.”
“No, you don’t,” you say pointedly. Despite the free swag, living next to the rowdiest frat house on campus has far more cons than pros. In fact, you could probably name five of them right now, not the least of which is the fact that they throw parties every day of the week except the occasional Monday. 
“Y/N probably has drunk freshies banging on her door every night thinking this is the Beta house,” Seoyoon jokes as she cracks open the bottle with a satisfying pop, her brute strength coming in handy when all of you just want to get drunk and eat like shit in your little apartment on a Friday night like normal college seniors. 
You scoff. “Surprisingly, that’s, like, the one thing that hasn’t happened.”
“Yet,” Seoyoon warns. 
“Yet,” you concede. 
“Oh, come on, living next to the Betas can’t be that bad,” Neha says, pouring herself way more than a shot’s worth of vodka like it’s nobody’s business. Good thing she’s about the biggest tank you know when it comes to drinking. “All of the brothers are so hot.”
“Neha just has a fat crush on the Pres,” Nicole says with a side jab. “Namjoon, right?”
You shrug, trying to pretend like you haven’t learned all of the brothers’ names just so that you can write threatening notes and hang them in your bedroom window. 
“I do not!” Neha exclaims, aghast. “If anyone has a crush on any of the brothers, it’s you. I literally see you stalking that one junior’s Instagram every day.” 
Nicole’s face turns bright red at that revelation, caught in the act. “He’s cute!” She cries out helplessly. 
“Who’s cute?” Seoyoon asks. She has been dating the same girl since junior high. 
“Kim Taehyung,” Neha says as Nicole tries to hide her face in her hoodie, pulling the drawstrings so tightly that only her nose is left exposed. “He’s a junior in Beta. Nicole thinks he’s the best thing since sliced bread.”
“You are the worst,” Nicole says through the fabric of her hoodie. 
“I’ll drink to that,” Seoyoon says, holding up her stemless wine glass Great Gatsby-style. “To Nicole and Kim What’s-his-face!”
“To Nicole and Kim What’s-his-face!”
You all clink glasses, downing your first sips with ease. Tito’s Vodka burns your throat on the way down, definitely not your first choice drink, but it gets the job done and the taste vanishes once you help yourself to some orange juice. 
“I hate that shit,” Seoyoon says as she shakes her head, willing the burn away. “No wonder they gave it to you for free. It sucks.”
“I don’t mind it,” Neha comments, already pouring herself another shot. 
“That’s because you drink anything that people will put in front of you,” Seoyoon points out. 
“I think I might have a bottle of Trader Joe’s wine in my fridge?” You offer up as an alternative. Though, at this point you’re not sure which is the better option. Both are just barely passable for your college-student tastes. You receive a round of enthusiastic nods from everyone else, so you push yourself off of your couch and head towards the kitchen. You fish through the back of your refrigerator until you find the rosé in the far corner, bottle all frosty from sitting in your fridge for too long. You reach your hand around the neck and pull it out, knocking over a small stack of different sauces from takeout places that you’ve collected.  
That’s when you hear the buzzer. 
You ignore it for about five seconds, assuming it might just be for someone else and that they hit your button accidentally, but when it rings again, you freeze. 
“Y/N? You up there?”
“Who’s that?” Seoyoon shouts from your living room. 
“I don’t know!” You tell her. You head towards your own buzzer, pressing it. “Yes, who is this?”
“It’s Hoseok from Beta! Can you let us up? We have something for you!”
Fuck, can’t they just leave you alone for one night? One measly Friday night? Why aren’t they throwing their own party like they do every other day? Why do they have to crash yours?
“What?”
“It’s a surprise!”
You pull your finger off of the buzzer, turning to the rest of your friends to deliberate. 
“What the hell are you doing? Let them up!” Neha exclaims incredulously, like you’ve gone mad just for wanting to ask them first. 
“It could be a prank!” You remind her. 
“Who cares? They want to come upstairs! Ask him if he’s got any of the other brothers with him,” Neha orders strictly. 
You turn back to the buzzer. “Hoseok, is it just you or did you bring friends?”
“Tae and Yoongi are with me, yeah,” Hoseok returns. 
You turn back to your friends, who are all gesturing wildly for you to unlock your door and let them inside. You sigh. Your friends owe you later. Especially Nicole. 
“Fine, come on up. Leave your shoes outside, please!”
You can hear them before you see them. The walls of your apartment are about as soundproof as paper, allowing their voices to travel down the hallway, laughter and snarky comments echoing throughout the building. You hear them kicking off their shoes outside in the corridor, thuds along the creaky hardwood floor before there’s a knock at your door followed by another familiar chuckle. 
“Boys,” you say in lieu of a proper greeting, because chivalry is dead. On the other side stands Hoseok, Taehyung, and Yoongi, in a perfect little triangle formation, grinning happily at you. Hoseok, front and center, has three pizza boxes stacked on top of one another in his hands. “What’s that?”
“What does it look like?” Yoongi deadpans unhelpfully. You sneer at him. 
“Pizza!” Hoseok exclaims. “We ordered too much for a closed rush event and had some left over. Saw all your lights on so we figured we’d share the wealth!”
You narrow your eyes at him, gaze flickering back to Yoongi, whose expression is doing nothing to ease your worries. “You guys put shit in this, didn’t you?”
Hoseok looks accosted. “Oh my God, no! I swear, totally unopened. I don’t even know what kinds of pizza they are.”
Taehyung leans down to look at the sides of the boxes. “Uh, meat lovers, cheese, and… ew, who ordered Hawaiian?”
“Namjoon, he likes it,” Yoongi answers. 
“Gross.” Taehyung scrunches up his nose. 
“Yeah, I swear we haven’t put anything in them. Just thought we’d bring them over. Y’know. Being neighborly, and all,” Hoseok says, cheerful as always. Behind him, Yoongi is grinning, like he knows something you don’t. “Want them?”
“Yes!” shouts Neha from in your living room, where all your friends aren’t even bothering to pretend that they aren’t listening into the entire conversation. “Do you guys wanna join us? We’re drinking the vodka you left Y/N. And some Trader Joe’s wine.”
You turn around to shake your head jerkily at Neha, but it’s too late, because Hoseok and Taehyung are already making their way inside. 
“Ooh, sounds good! If that’s okay with all of you, since we’re kind of crashing your party.” Hoseok nods enthusiastically. He turns to you, since you’re the host and this is your goddamn apartment that he, Taehyung, and Yoongi are walking into, with a quirked eyebrow. You look back at the rest of your friends, who are already scooting over on the chairs and couches to make room for everyone else. You look back at Nicole, who looks positively frozen as Taehyung sits down next to her with a handsome little grin on his face. And you sigh. 
“Yeah, you are,” you agree, glaring at Yoongi as he traipses into your domain, clearly the haughtiest of the three of them. “But it’s whatever. There’s a lot of vodka and a lot of pizza anyway.”
“Great! Thanks for letting us stay,” Hoseok says, making his way over to the rest of your friends. “Nice of you.”
“Maybe you aren’t as much of a stick in the mud as I thought,” Yoongi muses rudely, voice quiet enough so that only you can hear him as he passes by you, sly smirk sitting devilishly on his lips. 
“Hopefully I can bore you enough into leaving,” you sneer back, narrowed eyes gazing directly at his side profile as you both head back towards your living room, trying to act like you both don’t have beef that’s been simmering between the two of you for the past two years in front of all of your friends. 
By the time you reach the circle of people, the only open spaces left are on the floor on the opposite side of the coffee table, which you and Yoongi begrudgingly take as Hoseok opens the boxes of pizza out in front of you. As you sit down, your knees bump together, making the both of you frown back at each other as you pull yourselves away, ensuring there is at least half a foot of space between the two of you. 
“Ew, who got Hawaiian? That’s the worst pizza,” Nicole says when Hoseok opens up the box.
“I know, right?” Taehyung exclaims, having finally found someone who hates it as much as he has demonstrated so far. 
“I see you’re putting the vodka we gave you to good use,” Yoongi comments snidely as he watches you pour yourself much more than a single shot’s worth into your glass. 
“I’ll need it if I have to spend the rest of the night next to you,” you fire back easily, trying to hide the way you’re already scrunching up your nose as the thought of having to drink all of what is essentially liquid death in a single go. 
Yoongi frowns. “If that’s the case then hand it over, I’d like some too.”
You pass off the handle to him, watch as he too helps himself to a rather generous serving like he’s dreading the passage of this night just as much as you are. Hey, at least there’s one thing that you can agree on. 
“Cheers,” Yoongi says, holding out his cup towards you. 
You huff. “Cheers.”
Your glasses clink together before you both down your drinks, vodka stinging your tongue and throat as it makes its way through your body. Immediately, you are grasping for the orange juice you poured yourself earlier, chasing down the alcohol with something much sweeter. When you turn to see how Yoongi’s faring, he too seems to be barely stomaching it all, having lost the ability to drink like shit and feel fine afterwards anyway. His reaction makes you feel the slightest bit better. 
“Hey, Yoongi, look at this picture Jimin just sent me,” Taehyung says from Yoongi’s other side, holding out his phone between the two of them. You can’t see what they’re looking at from here. 
“Oh, she’s so cute,” Yoongi says, turning all heart eyes the moment he sees whatever it is that’s in front of him. “Honestly, I just want to go home and sleep with her right now.”
“Why don’t you?” You mutter to yourself. Clearly Yoongi has not changed a bit since you last had a proper conversation with him two years ago. The same asshole he’s always been. 
“Because I’m here with you,” Yoongi answers cleanly, sickly sweet smile on his face.
“Never gonna pass up an opportunity to get drunk, huh?” You muse aloud. “What happened to your nightly parties?”
“Didn’t feel like holding one tonight,” Yoongi responds. “Figured you’d be a generous host and invite us to yours.”
“This is not a party,” you hiss. “And you weren’t invited.”
“Yet here I am,” Yoongi says, as if you need reminding. “You should look on the bright side. Maybe we’ll actually get to spend some quality time together.”
You scowl. “No time ever spent with you could be considered quality.”
“Ouch.”
“You seriously don’t have anything better to do than sit around my coffee table, eating cold pizza and drinking?” The fact that he’s even here in the first place infuriates you beyond belief, but at least you can already feel that buzz in your head, that perfect tipsy haze that will hopefully make this night a little more palatable. 
Yoongi grins at that, face all flushed from the drinks in his system, cheeks a watermelon pink and lips a cherry red. His black hair is pushed back off of his forehead like he’d been brushing his fingers through it all day, sitting in perfect waves atop his head. 
“Oh, Y/N,” He says, voice airy and soft and completely and utterly patronizing, “there’s no place I would rather be than with you.”
You pour yourself another shot. 
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If there’s a silver lining to any of this, it’s that whatever Min Yoongi majors in, it has zero crossover with chemistry. Maybe that’s why you’ve been able to go two relatively uneventful years without having to see him. So you can go to class with the peace of mind that there is zero chance Min Yoongi will be sitting in one of the seats, or standing behind one of the lab tables ready to deliver some terribly snarky remark. 
You actually have no idea what Yoongi’s interests are. Other than drinking and being unbearable, of course. The last few times you’ve seen him, he’s been doing both activities simultaneously. But if you had to take a guess, you would put your money on something in the arts or humanities, something that doesn’t require the same laser precision that science does, something that lets him do as he pleases, invent new ideas and create new things for him to pick apart at the seams. But it’s not as if you’ve given that much thought, or anything. 
The goal, at this point in the semester, is to just go a week without having to see him. Just one. You’ve invested in some pre-owned noise-cancelling headphones from Facebook Marketplace, taken the back way to get to your classes so you don’t have to walk in front of their house, and even bought your groceries in bits and pieces so that none of the brothers will see you struggling with five reusable grocery bags and offer to help. 
But it looks like your Yoongi-less streak will have to wait until next week. 
“Hey, Y/N!” 
Not even your sunglasses and resting bitch face are enough to deter Taehyung from calling out your name with a big old grin on his face, waving his hands excitedly. You knew you shouldn’t have left your headphones at home. Now you can’t even pretend that you didn’t hear him scream out your name from the front yard of the Beta Tau Sigma house. 
“Tae, what’s up?” You say, forcing as natural of a smile onto your face as you can muster.
“You wanna donate to a good cause and plate a Beta?” He asks cheerfully, motioning to the sign next to him. The brothers have someone managed to drive two wooden sticks into the ground in front of the Beta house, holding up a big fabric sign that says, in bright blue capital letters,
PLATE A BETA $5
and in much smaller, lowercase letters beneath it, 
fundraising for ending violence against women!!!
You scoff. What a philanthropy to be supporting, considering the beliefs of some of the members of this fraternity. You’re not naming names, but one of them rhymes with Spoon-gi. 
“All you have to do is Venmo the frat five dollars and you can pie a Beta of your choosing with this plate covered in whipped cream!” Taehyung says, holding up one such plate. From the looks of it, he’s definitely already been pied at least twice, remnants of cream on the sides of his face and the front of his muscle tank. “For a good cause!”
“You must be really desperate if you’re asking me,” you comment snidely, approaching Taehyung nonetheless because the concept of stuffing a plate of whipped cream in a certain someone’s face sounds enticing, to say the least. 
“We’ve actually already raised over three hundred dollars since we started this morning!” exclaims Taehyung happily. “I just thought I’d ask you since you’re our neighbor and you put up with so much of our shit anyway. You can pie me, I don’t mind!”
You narrow your eyes, deliberating. You’ve spent five dollars on less important things than the Plate a Beta fundraiser. Like a campus raffle for one of those shitty picnic blankets. Or grossly chewy boba. Even a ratty paperback copy of one of the required books you had to read in your freshman year English class. So what’s another five going to do?
“Alright,” you say with a sigh as Taehyung pumps his hand into the air excitedly. 
“Great! You can pretty much pie any one of the active brothers, even if you don’t see them here right now. They’re probably just inside,” Taehyung recites dutifully. He pushes a piece of paper on the fold-out table in front of him towards you. “Here’s a list, if you need—”
“I already know who I’d like,” you interrupt. “Is Yoongi available?”
Taehyung lets out this hyena cackle before grinning back at you. “Why yes, yes he is.” He turns around to shout at Hoseok, who’s leaning against the front door like he’s just waiting to go fetch the next victim of this fundraiser, “Hobi! Go get Yoongi!”
Hoseok flashes a thumbs up towards Taehyung before disappearing into the house, leaving you and Taehyung standing there, waiting awkwardly for his return. 
“Oh, by the way,” Taehyung remembers suddenly, “thanks for letting us stay and drink with you guys a couple weeks ago. It was a lot of fun.”
You purse your lips together and smile, that tense little nod you do when smiling normally is too forward. “No problem, glad you enjoyed yourself. I think my friends had fun, too.”
“Yeah, um, about that,” Taehyung says, scratching at the nape of his neck, “your one friend, Nicole—?”
“Wake up, Yoongi!”
Hoseok’s high-pitched giggle bounces across the open front lawn as he pushes Yoongi out the front door with a rough shove, shutting it behind him so he can’t go back inside. Yoongi tumbles onto the lawn carelessly, almost losing his footing on the house’s foundation, stumbling over his own feet before he finds his ground. He looks like he’s just been woken up, hair all shaggy and clothes all messy. He’s wearing some grey shorts and a white shirt that’s at least three sizes too big, the neckline hanging loosely over his collarbones and shoulder, almost falling off entirely. Yoongi rubs the sleep from his eyes with the back of his hand, looking up drowsily to the fundraiser table. 
And then he sees you. 
You’re grinning beyond belief, unwilling to restrain your excitement at getting to pie him in the face. Sounds like fun, in your opinion. Doesn’t really matter what Yoongi thinks. 
When he meets your eyes, he grins lazily, the corners of his lips turning upwards ever so slightly. 
“What a treat, Y/N,” he muses to you. 
“For me,” you add on crassly. “You look like you just walked off a zombie movie set.”
“Just for you,” Yoongi says. “Who else would I get pied in the face for?”
“Don’t think I’m doing this for you,” you warn harshly as Taehyung hands you the paper plate covered in whipped cream, ordering you both to stand in the designated pie square, demarcated by white spray paint on the grass. “I’m doing this for me. And for women.”
“How noble of you,” Yoongi commends mockingly. 
“I’m such a giver, aren’t I?”
With that, you mash the paper plate into Yoongi’s face without hesitation, making sure to rub it in particularly well before pulling away. Needless to say, Yoongi’s face is covered with the stuff, making him look like the victim of a shaving cream prank gone horribly wrong or horribly right, depending on how you see it. Yoongi wipes away the cream in his eyes before blinking back up at you, forcing a grin. 
“You look even more handsome than normal,” you sneer. “I think it’s because we can’t see your face.”
“It’s an honor to be complimented by you, Y/N,” Yoongi manages to retort out anyway, even as he grabs a nearby towel to begin wiping his face. Y’know, I can think of another scenario where we’re together but you can’t see my face. It happens at nighttime, you see—”
“I better not hear the end of that sentence, Min—”
And for once, by some strange miracle, the gods listen to your plea. 
From practically out of nowhere, Hoseok and two other brothers (Namjoon and Jimin, if you’re remembering correctly) emerge with a gigantic, neon orange cooler filled with presumably water, and dump it on Yoongi’s head before either of you can get another word in. You are, luckily, standing far enough away from him to only get some splashes on your ankles, but that doesn’t spare you in any way from the scene in front of you. 
Yoongi is drenched from head to toe, having just gotten well over several gallons of water poured on top of him football game-style, a rude wake-up call for the man who clearly rolled out of bed five minutes ago. Hair sopping wet, he brushes it out of his face with both of his hands, inadvertently displaying his terribly see-through white shirt in its full glory. The fabric sticks to the skin of his torso, the bulges of his arms, leaving very little to the imagination. You try not to look but where else can your eyes go but the waterlogged boy in front of you, standing in a puddle of water and whipped cream before your gaze. 
You eventually manage to blink hard enough to snap you out of your trance, eyes darting all over the place before they land back on a seething Yoongi, who looks about three steps into the stages of grief. Hoseok and the other two screech before skirting off, out of Yoongi’s reach so he can’t enact any immediate revenge on them. 
Yoongi, left with no other option than to dry off, begins to wring out his hair with the towel from earlier. 
“Like what you see, hmm?” He says, somehow able to bask in your alarm despite being the butt of a very spontaneous prank no less than sixty seconds ago. 
“Yes, I do like practical jokes at your expense, thank you,” you answer cheerfully, knowing damn well that that’s not what Yoongi’s talking about. 
“I’m glad I could be of entertainment to you,” Yoongi says. “You can keep looking, if you want.”
You pretend to dwell on it for a couple seconds before shaking your head. “Actually, I think I’d better start heading out.”
“Aw, come on, Y/N,” Yoongi teases. “You know, I’m gonna need some help cleaning up after this…”
“I don’t think you’ll have any problem finding someone happy to help,” you hiss, already beginning to make your way back to the main road. “Maybe some other time.”
“I’ll hold you to that!” Yoongi calls as you leave the Beta front lawn. You honk out a laugh as you go, shaking your head to yourself. 
Eh. There are worse ways to spend five dollars, you decide.
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Frat parties are beneath you. 
This is what you say to yourself whenever you get that nagging feeling in the back of your head, feel that little pull that invites you back to the sweatiest, grossest, loudest places on campus. You learned your lesson after that night in sophomore year, swore off frat parties and frat brothers themselves, and you never looked back. You are a senior. You are about to graduate and move on from your undergraduate years. Frat parties are beneath you. 
Frat parties are not beneath Nicole. 
Granted, she’s not exactly going so that she can get shitty beer and even shittier gin spilled on her Converse sneakers by freshmen who don’t understand boundaries. She’s going because Taehyung had texted her through Facebook Messenger to come because it would be “a fun night” and Nicole jumped at the chance. Nicole is going for him
So you are going for her. 
Nicole is smart enough to know her drinking limits and avoid putting herself in unsafe situations if she can help it. She also seems to trust Taehyung a fair bit, and while you wouldn’t go as far to let him catch you if you were falling, you know him well enough to reason that he’s probably fine. Emphasis on the word “probably”. You’ve been duped before. You won’t let her make the same mistakes. She’s only one year younger than you, of course, but better to be safe than sorry. 
“No sleeping over,” you mutter as you walk from your apartment to the Beta house, the ground already shaking from the music booming inside. “If you don’t feel like going back to your place then sleep at mine, alright?”
“Yes, mom,” Nicole says with a roll of her eyes as you approach the same freshman from earlier in the year, stuck on door duty for what appears to be the foreseeable future. 
“Know a brother?” He grunts out, just as unhappy as he was the last time you met him. 
“Taehyung invited me,” Nicole says cheerfully. “Hoseok and Yoongi are also here, right?”
“Yup.” 
Great, now you’ll have to try even harder to avoid Yoongi tonight. If it weren’t for the fact that you are determined to make sure Nicole doesn’t get her night ruined by any assholes, you’d leave immediately.
The boy steps aside, having been given satisfactory enough answers. Funny, how frat parties are supposed to be this selective thing, yet anybody who knows anybody can get in if they try hard enough, and it’s not as if the inside radiates the same exclusivity anyway. Why would you want to get shoved into a dark room with ear-killing music and throat-killing alcohol? 
“Hey, you guys made it!” Taehyung shouts when he sees the two of you, stumbling down from the stairs to greet the two of you, already swirling a half-empty beer bottle between his fingers. “Glad you came. It’s nice to see you.”
“You, too,” Nicole says, grinning wildly. “Thanks for inviting us.”
“Anytime! You know our door’s always open,” Taehyung answers. 
“Yeah, literally,” you mutter to yourself. No wonder it’s so loud. Have they considered shutting the door every now and then? Or is wasting money on air conditioning something they pride themselves on?
“Can I get you guys anything to drink? Beer? Shots? Lemonade? I’d offer the jungle juice but Jimin accidentally put salt in it instead of sugar and it tastes terrible,” Taehyung says, walking you around through a totally unoccupied side passageway you didn’t even realize existed until you land in the kitchen, where all the decent drinks are. 
“Just a beer is fine for me,” Nicole says. 
“Same,” you add on. You’ve had enough shots for the rest of your life. No more. 
Taehyung hands two of you some bottles from the fridge, which is clearly filled with nothing but alcohol. “You wanna come downstairs? We’re playing pool down there. Away from all the noise.”
Nicole turns to you with her eyebrows raised, waiting for your move. 
You shake your head. “Nah, I’m good. I’ll just stay up here and try not to let my ears bleed.” As much as you’d like to get away from the noise, you’ve never been a very good pool player. Besides, you want to look out for Nicole but you don’t want to look after her. She also probably does not want you lingering around her all night like a helicopter parent. “You go ahead, though.”
“You sure? It’s way more fun down there,” Taehyung asks. 
“Maybe I’ll join later. You guys have fun, though. Text me if you need anything, Nicole,” you assure them. 
As they walk away, you can see Nicole mouth the word “thanks” before disappearing into the basement, behind a locked door clearly meant for brothers and special guests only. You make a mental note to check on them in an hour or so, by which point you will undoubtedly be sick of standing in the kitchen anyway and want to head downstairs anyway. 
You settle for leaning against the counter—the same dusty grey granite, the same wobbly cupboard doors as before—and sipping your beer in relative peace, away from all of the noise in the main room two doors over. It’s boring, but you’d rather be unentertained than over-entertained, or entertained by the wrong person. Maybe, if Hoseok is the one who’s curated the nightly Spotify playlist, you can convince him to play some music that you actually like. 
The hour passes by without incident. You spend the better half of it staring at news articles on your phone, because no time is a bad time to be informed, taking small sips of your beer every now and then. It’s pretty good for beer from a frat house’s fridge, quite light and fruity. Taehyung must have saved some for the two of you. You know, you could get used to that kind of special treatment for your occasional frat brother crossover. 
Just as you’re ready to head downstairs, your relative peace and quiet gets rudely interrupted by a drunk freshman, who darts into the kitchen and throws up into the sink before you even realize what’s happening. They stand there, hunched over the sink, for a good thirty seconds. You sigh. You know what that feels like. 
“At least it’s not the floor, right?”
You’re ashamed to say you didn’t even see him coming. Yoongi laughs to himself at his little deja vu moment. 
“Hope your garbage disposal still works,” you comment snidely. 
“Yeah, it should. We just had it fixed a couple months ago. Namjoon accidentally broke a plate in the sink and some pieces of glass ended up shredding the shit out of it, so,” Yoongi tells you. 
“Cool.” It’s not. 
“Didn’t think I’d see you in here again,” Yoongi says as he takes another sip of his own beer, a different draft than yours but smelling just as pungent. 
“I’m here for a friend,” you inform him simply. “She’s downstairs.”
“Nicole, right? Tae mentioned he invited her,” Yoongi says. “Surprised you came along, though.”
“I live the closest,” you say with a bit of a huff. All this just because of your last-minute sublet. Maybe you should have just choked up the extra money and lived on campus. Your life would be so much simpler. “Why are you even up here? Thought you didn’t like all the noise.”
“I was just planning on grabbing another beer,” Yoongi says, holding up his empty bottle. “Then I saw you, and couldn’t resist stopping for a chat.”
“How thoughtful.”
“Oh, come on, Y/N,” Yoongi says, rolling his eyes at your stubbornness. “We’ve been spending a lot more time together lately. That’s gotta count for something, right?”
“You act like one pie in the face and a night in and suddenly we’re best friends,” you point out. 
“I’m just trying to make our senior year enjoyable for the both of us,” Yoongi says, clearly getting a little exasperated. “We’re neighbors, aren’t we? We’re bound to see each other. We have no choice.”
“Yes, we do,” you correct harshly. “We do have a choice. I can choose to talk to you, or not talk to you. I can choose to be next to you, or away from you.”
“You’re talking to me now.” He raises an eyebrow at you matter-of-factly. 
“Ugh!”
You throw your hands up into the air helplessly, turning on your heel and heading towards the front door. You’ll text Nicole later, make sure she’s still coming over afterwards to spend the night. You sure as hell hope she’s having more fun than you are right now. 
Unsurprisingly, Yoongi follows you outside until you’re standing on the front porch of the Beta house, so that anyone passing by can see the two of you argue with each other at one in the morning like normal, functioning adults. 
“Hit a nerve, did I?” Yoongi calls out, fighting back laughter. 
“You just have to be a big show off, don’t you?” You shout back. “I can’t go one week without you showing up randomly and inserting yourself into my life!”
“You’re the one who came to the Beta party,” Yoongi says. 
You huff. “I didn’t come for you, in case that wasn’t already perfectly clear.”
“And yet here we are anyway,” Yoongi says. 
You cross your arms in front of your chest, feeling your body boil. “Are you just going to stand there and act like a know-it-all, or—?”
“I’m just stating facts here,” Yoongi says defensively. “You’re the one acting like talking to me is the end of the world.”
“That’s because, and maybe this needs to be spelled out for you, we aren’t exactly friends, Yoongi.” You can’t believe you’re actually saying this aloud. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out that you and Yoongi aren’t on the same page. Hell, you’re not even reading the same goddamn book. “We may be neighbors, but that does not make us buddies.”
“But we’re acquaintances, aren’t we?” Yoongi asks, and the worst part about the question is how genuine it is. Like Yoongi’s trying to establish some sort of boundary between the two of you. A line so that both of you know what not to cross. “Our friends have crushes on each other. Hoseok thinks you’re the perfect person to deliver leftovers to. And you came to our party tonight.”
You stand there, silent, arms pressed against your torso. 
“Geez, and the crowd goes wild,” Yoongi says. “You don’t even consider us acquaintances? I’m hurt.”
In some ways, Yoongi is right. You have been seeing an awful lot of each other lately, whether you’d like to admit it or not. Before you moved into your spring sublet, it had been two full years since your last proper interaction, and suddenly you’re seeing each other every week like it’s nobody’s business. 
You sigh, shoulders heavy. You don’t feel like arguing with him anymore. Don’t feel like putting yourself through another unbearable exchange with your relationship as the hot button topic. Besides, Yoongi infuriates you but at least he’s not a bad conversationalist. At least you know you’ll always be entertained when he’s around. 
“I’m just keeping my distance,” you tell him sharply. “But if me saying we’re acquaintances will help you sleep better at night, then yeah, I guess we are. I pied you in the face, after all.”
“Something I will never forget,” Yoongi says with a smile. “Getting water dumped on me afterwards mustn't have been too bad for you either, hmm?”
“Oh, shut up,” you say, shaking your head. “You think too highly of yourself.”
“Come on, Y/N, I saw the way you looked at me. You can’t even deny it.” Yoongi’s lips turn up into a knowing smirk, the most irritating kind of them all. 
“I can, and I will,” you say, just as haughtily. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
Yoongi lets out a bark of laughter at that, tilting his head back with a smile. “Alright, whatever tickles your pickle. I won’t judge.”
Standing across from him, you purse your lips, fighting the urge to let the corners turn upwards into a smile. Never a dull moment, when you’re with him. 
“You still going home? Or can I convince you to stay a little longer and play some pool downstairs with me?” Yoongi takes a step backwards, towards the front door, that same smirk dancing along his lips. 
You pretend to check the non-existent watch on your wrist, thinking about it for a couple seconds just to stretch out the moment even longer. “Only if you let me win.”
“Oh, Y/N,” Yoongi says, shaking his head fondly as he opens the door for you, stands to the side to let you in first. “Not a chance.”
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Funnily enough, after all you went through that night, you don’t ever hear from Nicole how it went on her end. Granted, you assume it went well, because she would definitely tell you if it didn’t go well, but all you did after the party that night was crash in your apartment without saying a word to each other. You had a good time, surprisingly enough, despite being coerced into playing a couple of games of pool with Yoongi, who absolutely destroyed you because he has a pool table in his basement and you don’t even have a basement. You blamed your loss on the beer, too proud to admit that he’s good at anything, even though you had barely one bottle and it had worn off about an hour in anyway. Still. Yoongi didn’t need to know that. 
Strange, how things have turned out. How one week you’re screaming at Yoongi to shut up or face the wrath of campus police, and another you’re standing opposite him with cue sticks in your hands. Maybe living next to the Beta Tau Sigma house is making you soft for all the brothers. Yikes.
You and Yoongi may never see eye to eye, but when you’re standing in the basement with a billiards table in between the two of you and victory on the line, where else are you supposed to look but him?
Sighing at the peculiar turn of events, you take another sip of your iced coffee as you make your way to the campus library for a good old fashioned study session. You have another inorganic chemistry exam coming up, and you don’t even know what you don’t know. The automatic glass doors open when you step into the library, whooshing to the side as you beeline towards the elevators, hoping to snag a spot on the third floor (the best one, in your opinion) before they’re all full. But you don’t make it.
The elevator’s working fine. It’s Yoongi that distracts you. 
“Y/N!”
For a second, you don’t even know where his voice is coming from. Your eyes dart around wildly, scanning the tables and desks for that familiar tuft of black hair, until you find Yoongi standing behind the checkout counter, chuckling at your clear inability to identify him. 
“You work here?” You ask, approaching him. He’s got a whole stack of worn books in his hands, biceps bulging out of his muscle tank as he plops them down onto a shelving cart. 
“Volunteer. I just stand here and check out the occasional book,” Yoongi answers. “I saw you and just thought I’d say hi.”
You narrow your eyes in suspicion. “Really?” 
Yoongi laughs. “Okay, I actually had a question.”
You purse your lips but nod the go-ahead anyway. “This better be a real question, and not ‘would you like to sleep with me’ or something.”
“Well, if that’s where your mind is at, then we can arrange something,” Yoongi teases, making you scowl at him. He grins at your reaction, clearly having gotten what he wanted out of you. “Alright, alright, I’m kidding. It’s actually about your friend, Nicole.”
“What about her?” You say, finding yourself getting a little bit protective over her.
“Taehyung has this bonkers huge crush on her. Like, enormous. All we ever talk about is what the next thing is that we can invite her to. It’s getting a little annoying, in a nice way,” Yoongi explains all informatively, shaking his head but looking fond nonetheless. 
You don’t even bother fighting away the smile inching its way across your face. That’s definitely the cutest thing you’ve heard in a long time. Nicole’s usually more reserved about her feelings, but you can just tell that it’s obvious she likes him back. In fact, if you had to describe her current emotions, it would be overarching anxiety that he does not like her the same way she likes him. 
But it sounds like she’s got nothing to worry about. 
“And I wanted to ask you if you could help me set them up?” Yoongi poses. “You know, like matchmaking them. Except they already like each other, so I suppose it’s not really matchmaking…”
“Well, how do I know he’s not going to just use her?” You say, refusing to give in just yet. Taehyung seems like a nice guy but then again, first impressions can be deceiving. 
“What do you mean?” Yoongi furrows his brows at you, like the question you just asked him is the stupidest thing of all. “You know him, he’s the sweetest guy you’ll ever meet. Just look at these texts he sends to me.”
Yoongi holds out his phone for you to read, not even caring if you snoop through his other messages. 
[March 16th, 1:25PM]
Taehyung: OHHHH MY GOD SHE JUST SAID HI TO ME AS SHE WALKED BY Taehyung: SHE’S SO CUTE AHHHHHHHHHHHHH HER LITTLE SMILE Taehyung: i think im going to have a heart attack Taehyung: bruh what if i just proposed like on the spot like right here
Yoongi: you don’t even know your own ring size
Taehyung: I’LL GO TO PANDORA RIGHT NOW
[March 18th, 10:03PM]
Taehyung: is it too annoying if we host another party just so she can come over and we can play smash in the basement Taehyung: as in like, super smash bros not just smashing
Yoongi: why don’t you just ask her anyway we don’t need to be throwing a party for her to come you know
Taehyung: yeah but then it’s WEIRD god yoongo keep up
Yoongi: i mean if she likes you back then she’d probably just say yes anyway
Taehyung: BUT THEN IT’S AWKWARD !! WE NEED TO BE DOING SOMETHING ELSE!!!! OTHERWISE I WON’T BE ABLE TO FOCUS ON ANYTHING EXCEPT HER
Yoongi: you do that even when we are doing stuff
Taehyung: :(
[March 21st, 5:07PM]
Taehyung: hey youre friends with y/n right
Yoongi: well…
Taehyung: do you think you can ask her to ask nicole about me Taehyung: i just wanna know what im working with here
Yoongi: why don’t you just do it
Taehyung: IM TOO SHY
“Yeah,” Yoongi says as you hand his phone back to him, pretty convinced. “So.”
“I see.” You nod firmly. 
“Do you think you can help? We’re throwing another party this weekend, more exclusive than our usuals. Invites only. You and her are welcome to come.”
“You better not take advantage of her or me,” you warn sternly, because even if a smaller-scale party sounds nicer, there’s no telling what the hell could happen. “I’m warning you now, Yoongi.”
“What the heck, of course we’re not gonna do that, geez.” Yoongi puts his hands up in surrender, a little alarmed at your insistence. “Seriously, Y/N. Promise. Taehyung’s a great guy. And I’m not saying that just because. He really is.”
You sigh. Yeah, he is. He’s friendly and happy and funny and respectful. Even you can’t deny that. “Alright. I’ll see if I can get her to go.”
“Awesome, thank you so much,” Yoongi says, looking genuinely grateful. “By the way, I wanted to ask—what made you move next to our house?”
You shrug. “It was the cheapest one bedroom sublet I could find. I figured I’d better take it and just figure out what to do with you guys later on.”
Yoongi chuckles. “Guess we really gave you a run for your money, huh?”
“My freshman year, I lived in between two four-person suites filled with boys. You guys aren’t even at half the level as them,” you say. “Don’t get any ideas, though. I’m a lot less tolerable now than I was back then.”
He laughs at that. “Okay, I’ll take your word for it.”
“What are you doing, huh?” You ask, finding yourself wanting the conversation to continue. “After grad, I mean.”
Yoongi shrugs. “Not sure. I’m majoring in music production but I think I wanna go to grad school, so. We’ll see.”
That answers that. So you were right, after all, about him. 
“That sounds cool. Good for you.”
“What about you? Chem, right?”
You nod. “Unfortunately. I’ve got a job lined up at a research lab in the hospital, so I’ll do that for a bit before seeing what else there is. Just taking things as they come.”
“Research? That sounds like fun,” Yoongi says. 
You hold up your enormous inorganic chemistry textbook, worn thin from use, and sigh. “Yeah, well, I have to pass this stupid class, first.”
“Yikes. Looks rough,” Yoongi winces. “Crazy, isn’t it? How the time flies. I remember sophomore year like it was yesterday.”
So do you. “Yeah. Kind of weird to think that we’re seniors, now. So much has changed.”
Yoongi looks up at you, a little hopeful, a little optimistic, in the smallest, tiniest way. “Has it, though?”
Your eyes widen slightly at the thought. Quickly, you sputter out, “I gotta, go, Yoongi, seriously, I have another big exam coming up—”
“Oh, okay,” he responds just as fast, just as caught-off-guard. “Well, uh, thanks for the help with Tae. Promise he’ll take good care of Nicole.”
You scoff a little, already heading back towards the elevator. “Yeah, as long as he didn’t learn anything from you.”
“Wha—”
The elevator door opens ten feet away, another student exiting the library, and you dash in before you have to hear anything else come out of his mouth. Even though you’re pressing the close button, the doors have never shut so slowly. 
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Three hours, thirty-seven texts, and six missed calls. That’s how you’ve spent your night, desperately attempting to contact Nicole after she had informed you this afternoon that Taehyung had invited her to another Beta party and that she was planning on going. Which is cool. You’re not going to bar her from going to places. Nor are you going to chaperone her like an adult on a field trip. You didn’t even feel like accompanying her either, because some nights you’d rather just sit and rewatch old episodes of Brooklyn Nine-Nine in your bed. 
But how hard is it to send one text? Leave a ten-second message? You aren’t looking for an entire recount of her night out. You just want to make sure she’s not dead. Her phone might be, though. 
Perhaps if you loved sleep a little more, or if you cared about your friends a little less, you wouldn’t think too much of it. You would make sure to check on her tomorrow morning and go to sleep like anyone else. But you are not anyone else. You are you, and you live next to the Beta Tau Sigma house. 
This time you don’t even bother telling the boy at the front door the names of all the frat brothers you know. You just shove yourself by him before he even knows what’s going on, sneaking past the groups of people on their way out, laughing and giggling and smelling of nothing but alcohol. You didn’t realize it was already close to three in the morning. Have you really been awake this whole time? You must have dozed off at some point, because you think you can still feel the dried drool at the corner of your lips. 
You’ve never been inside a near-empty frat house. It’s sort of a surreal experience, if you’re being honest. The lights are still off but the music isn’t playing anymore, laptop unplugged from the speakers and sitting, forgotten, on the designated DJ table. The floor is covered in glowsticks and solo cups, a barren wasteland. Some of the brothers have congregated in the kitchen, another is passed out on the dinky leather couch in the hallway, and others are just milling around, too wasted or too tired to bother cleaning up. 
In a way, it feels haunting. Frat houses are almost always filled to the brim, bursting with noise and energy, that seeing it occupied by only its own inhabitants is horror-movie worthy. Makes you think there’s something wrong with the place. 
“Y/N?”
Yoongi spots you from halfway down the stairs, squinting just to make sure it’s you. You can’t even blame him. You’d be surprised, too. 
“Yoongi,” you say stupidly, feeling a little lost in this wide open landscape. 
“What are you doing here?” He asks as he jogs down the stairs, walking up to stand next to you. 
“Nicole told me she was here and she hasn’t been answering any of my texts, I just wanted to make sure…” You lose your train of thought when you see him come up to you, concern lacing his brows as he blinks at you, eyes wide and cheeks pink. For once he hasn’t got that stupid smug little grin on his face, that devilish glint in his eyes. He just looks… content.
“Nicole? Taehyung walked her home about an hour ago,” he explains simply. “She dropped her phone in the basement toilet so… that’s probably why you haven’t been able to contact her.”
“Oh,” you say stupidly. “Is he back?”
“Yeah, he’s—oh, there he is.” Yoongi points behind you where Taehyung is sitting on the floor by the dining room table, arms wrapped around a pillow, drunk or lovestruck, or both. As the other brothers pass by him, they ruffle his caramel hair and tease him about the lipstick on his face. Ah. 
“Okay,” you acknowledge, suddenly feeling at once very foolish for coming over. It’s so late, and there’s no doubt Yoongi will want to just pass out after this instead of talk to you, and you’ve pretty much just wasted everyone’s time. “Thanks, I guess.”
“Sure. You know Taehyung would never pull something like that, right?” Yoongi asks. 
You scoff a little. “No, but wouldn’t you?”
Yoongi frowns at that, looking too confused for his expression to be fake. “What are you talking about?”
“That night,” you begin. No need to elaborate, you both know exactly which night you’re referring to. 
“What about that night?” It’s clearly a bit of a sore spot for the both of you. 
“Well, we… spent the night together and then the next morning I overheard you talking about me,” you say awkwardly. The truth is that neither of you have really discussed what happened between the two of you since that night, preferring to just shun one another and manifest this evil version of the other in your minds. Maybe you should have, but it’s too late to go back and change that now, so you have no choice but to dredge it up here instead. 
“I wasn’t talking about you,” Yoongi says. “I mean, I was, but that was after you blew me off and refused to answer any of my messages.”
“I blew you off because of what you said about me,” you insist. Ghosting him was not the worst thing you could have done. Back then, you considered it pretty even payback after hearing the things he said. “You said that I was easy, and that—that you wanted to share me with the house.” Even just saying the words brings a vile taste into your mouth. 
Yoongi furrows his brows for a second, trying to recall that morning after, that conversation he had with that brother, before he realizes. “You mean my cat?”
What. 
“What?”
“I had just adopted my cat that morning,” Yoongi elaborates. “I went to the shelter in town and picked her up. It was really easy, and I thought she would become a nice moodmaker for our house.”
“You… you adopted a cat?” You ask again, just for clarification because you can’t actually believe it. Min Yoongi has a cat? 
“Yeah, her name is Miso,” he says. “Wait, did you think I was talking about you?”
“Well…” You trail off, feeling more and more idiotic with every second. “Maybe.”
“Oh my God, Y/N, seriously? I would never say those things about you. About anyone,” Yoongi says like it’s obvious, which, in hindsight, it very much is. 
You throw your hands up in the air. “I didn’t know! That’s what I thought, too, but then I overheard you saying that and I thought you were talking about me and that you were just another asshole looking for a cheap one-night-stand, and I assumed shit. I’m sorry.”
Yoongi doesn’t look mad. He doesn’t even look a little peeved. He just looks helpless, because there’s nothing he can do to change what’s happened between the two of you even if all it really took was just a proper conversation. You, on the other hand, must look like a goddamn fool. A very regretful one, at that. 
He forces out half of a laugh, this soft little noise that makes him shake his head. “It’s okay. I’m sorry, too. Maybe I should have told you I wanted a cat.”
You roll your eyes. “Definitely would have saved us a lot from the last two years.”
He takes a step forward, impossibly closer. “You really thought I just saw you as a one-night-stand?”
“I don’t know…” You twiddle your fingers, eyes gazing downwards at your gross old sneakers as you rock back and forth. “I… didn’t want you to think of me that way.”
“I didn’t,” he assures you, reaching out to lift your chin up, the pads of his fingers pressing against the skin of your jaw, bringing your eyes up to his own. “I wanted something more than that from the moment I saw you.”
“Saw me throwing up in your sink,” you remember fondly. 
“A man’s dream come true,” Yoongi jokes, making you both laugh. “No, I really did. I wanted to go out on dates and hold your hand and kiss you on the benches on campus.”
Well, that’s news to you. 
“Didn’t you want that, too?” A dip into the water. 
You smile softly, gazing at him through your lashes. “Maybe I did.”
And then, a jump. 
“Do you want that, still?”
How could you ever think you’d be able to resist him? How could you ever think that your attraction had faded? Min Yoongi has been next to you ever since that night. You just never realized it until he finally stood in front of you, instead. 
“Maybe I do.”
There, standing in the middle of an empty open room, littered with streamers and empty cups and glowsticks and wet puddles on the floor, he kisses you. Pulls you in like he did that very first night you met, intoxicating and electric. You aren’t drunk, you aren’t dressed all nicely, you are just you, and he is just him. Two years have gone by but the feeling is the same. That warmth that fills you up, the grinning against his lips. Sparks flew then but they are flames now, embers that burn deep within you. 
Before you tumble into his bed that night, Yoongi has to move a certain grey tabby off of his duvet. But once you finally do, it makes you never want to leave. 
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The next morning, you aren’t woken up by an alarm, or the cold air, or even Yoongi himself. Instead, what rouses you is the feeling of little paws on your body, stepping over you like you’re nothing but carpet. 
Miso seems to have decided that you’re quite alright, after careful consideration. Or maybe she just wants someone to get up so she can eat breakfast. Next to you, Yoongi sleeps soundly, little snores leaving his mouth as he curls himself up underneath the sheets. Slowly, you remove yourself from under the covers, sliding your feet off the edge of the bed as Miso comes up to rub against you. 
“You know how much grief you have caused me and him?” You ask her as she meows happily. “If I had just known you existed, we could have all saved so much time.”
“Mmrph?”
From beside you, Yoongi stirs, barely looking at you through his half-lidded eyes, grinning lazily. 
“I was just telling Miso that she’s caused us a lot of angst,” you tell him. 
“Mmm,” Yoongi hums in agreement. He pushes himself upright, the sheets falling to reveal his bare chest and messy hair, tousled and knotted from a night of sleep and a couple hours of pulling on it. Whoops. “But you’re here now, aren’t you?”
“It appears that I am,” you say, smiling down happily at Miso. 
“Hey,” he says, leaning over to give Miso a bit of a pet before turning his gaze towards you. “Kiss me before you leave?”
It sounds so familiar. But what Yoongi doesn’t know is that you aren’t leaving at all. You’ll be next to him for a long time, you hope. No choice in that. 
You raise your eyebrows at him. “What makes you think I’m going anywhere?”
When you press your lips to his once more, you feel a soft head of fur brush against the side of your face. 
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hyungieyoongi · 11 hours ago
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Time: “Run Away to You” Part 6
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“You’d think a year apart would be enough for me to fall out of love with you. I think I’d still love you even if we spent fifty years apart from each other.”
Pairing: Min Yoongi x Former Actress!Reader
Word Count: 2.0K
Genre: Angst + Fluff (the end is here, and I’m emotional)
Series Masterlist: Run Away to You
Premise: You ran away from your acting career one year ago, disappearing from the spotlight without a trace. No one from your past life knew where to find you. On the anniversary of your disappearance, your carefully constructed reality is shattered.
Part 5 // Epilogue
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Yoongi’s arm was draped over your waist, his form curled against yours. His even breathing against your neck signaled to you that he was still asleep, so you gently shuffled toward the edge of the bed, trying not to wake him. Yoongi’s arm fell onto the now empty spot beside him, but he didn’t stir.
You threw on Yoongi’s oversized sweatshirt from the day before to save yourself from the draft in the apartment, tiptoeing out of the room as Yoongi slept. You looked back at him before you shut the door to the bedroom. His dark hair was messy, pale skin warming in the early morning sunshine. You heart seemed to swell with affection at the sight.
You looked in several kitchen cabinets in the unfamiliar apartment before finally finding a bag of coffee grounds. You meditatively went through the steps of boiling water on the stove and measuring out the grounds.
You were just pressing the coffee grounds down in the French press when you felt a pair of arms wrap around you from behind, Yoongi’s lips landing on the space between your neck and the collar of his sweatshirt. You sighed at the feeling, leaning back against his chest.
“Good morning,” he hummed against your ear, his voice raspy with sleep.
“Good morning, I’m making coffee,” you said, slightly flustered as Yoongi continued to move his mouth against your neck. He chuckled; you felt the sound vibrate in his chest against you.
“I can see that,” he teased. You spun around, his hands moving to your back to accommodate your new position.
“Here I am, trying to be nice and make you coffee before you wake up, and this is the thanks I get?” you quirked an eyebrow at Yoongi. He scrunched his nose trying not to smile at you teasing him back, but the corners of his lips quickly turned up in a grin.
“You’re right, thank you,” Yoongi kissed your forehead, pulling away from you in search of two mugs to pour the now-finished coffee into.
“What is your schedule like today?” you asked as he handed you the hot mug, his fingers brushing against yours.
“I have rehearsals for an upcoming performance most of the morning, and then I was planning on working in the studio for a while. You could work in there with me, if you’d like. On your book or something.” You nodded absentmindedly in agreement while you sipped your coffee.
“That’s a good idea, actually. I’m feeling rather inspired today,” you said with a coy smile, Yoongi’s face blushing as you looked at him.
“You remember how to get there?” Yoongi asked, placing his mug on the counter next to him.
“Yes, of course.”
“I’ll see you later, then? I better get going so I can get ready before the boys have too many questions,” Yoongi scratched the back of his neck, looking sheepish.
“Right. Do you want this back?” you asked, pulling at the sweatshirt you had stolen from him that morning.
“No, keep it, it looks better on you,” Yoongi said, leaning forward to plant a sweet kiss to your lips before heading out the door. You couldn’t remember the last time you had felt so many butterflies in your stomach.  
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We’ve seen a few more pictures pop up, but they don’t clearly show your face, just you and Yoongi going into your building. Your name has come up a few times, but there still isn’t a definitive theory that it’s you. I’ll keep you updated. – Marianne
You read the text from Marianne, your sigh alerting Yoongi that something was wrong. He glanced over at you from his desk, giving you a curious look.
The two of you had fallen into a comfortable routine over the past week. He would leave your apartment early in the morning before his rehearsals and meetings for the day. You would meet him in his studio later, both of you working side-by-side on your projects. Per the label and Marianne’s instructions, you were still on lockdown, so the second half of your book was coming along nicely with how much time you had to devote to it.
But the clock that had begun ticking in your head since Marianne had given you your two-week deadline to figure out your next move was rapidly running out of time.
You were getting daily updates from Marianne, and, while you had hoped the rumors would die down after this past week of hiding, they seemed to keep stirring. Marianne had warned you yesterday that it might be time to get ahead of it.
“You need to talk to him, Y/N. We can’t make the next move unless you know for certain that he is on the same page as you. I know that you two have been in a bit of a whirlwind of being together again, but it has been a carefully constructed bubble,” Marianne warned.
“He told me he wasn’t going to let me go, Marianne. And I can’t let him go, either,” you said to her over the phone.
“Still, just talk to him, okay? I’ll handle the label, but I need you to do this for you.”
“Okay.”
Yoongi waited for you to explain your odd behavior, fully facing you now.
“Everything alright?” he asked.
“More pictures,” you explained. “This time they’re of both of us going into my building. Looks like it might be time to find a new place to live,” you tried to say the last part jokingly, but it came out strained.
“Let’s go for a walk,” Yoongi said, suddenly standing. He reached his hand out to you to pull you up. He intertwined your fingers together, holding your hand tightly as you made your way into the private courtyard outside of the building.
You walked for a bit in silence, trying to find the right words to say.
“Yoongi, I think we need to talk,” you said, breaking the silence. He stumbled a bit in surprise at your statement, his grip on your hand slackening enough for you to pull it from his grasp. He righted himself, frowning at your hand that was now firmly by your side in a fist. You needed a clear mind to talk to him, and your mind was never truly clear if you were touching him.
“Is this about the new photos?” he asked. You nodded.
“Marianne is starting to think it might be time to make a statement. Maybe activate my social media accounts again, post a video addressing the rumors, something like that. She wants to get ahead of this. The speculation doesn’t seem to be dying down, and it’ll look worse, for both of us, if it seems like we’re hiding my identity from your fans,” you explained to Yoongi, waiting for his reaction.
He stepped forward, searching your eyes.
“Do you want that? To make a statement?” he asked.
“Not particularly,” you admitted quietly.
“You can wait. You don’t have to make a decision right now that you’ll regret later,” Yoongi said, trying to mitigate your stress.
“I’m running out of time, Yoongi. The past week with you has been a dream, but I have to wake up. I can’t keep hiding in your apartment building, pretending like the photos will go away. It’ll be worse the longer I wait. The label has already said that you were with an old friend, but they’re putting pressure on me to come out and say that it’s me. It seems to only be a matter of time before it’s confirmed, anyway. Besides, they think that your fans will believe the story more if they know it’s a former actress you were with rather than someone random.”
“I know what the label thinks,” Yoongi snapped.
“Yoongi…” you started.
“No,” Yoongi stopped you, his tone serious. “I said I wasn’t letting you go, and I meant it. So, if that means protecting you and your secret, then I’ll do it. Whatever it takes.”
Yoongi placed a hand on your cheek, wiping away a stray tear that you didn’t know had fallen. You leaned into his touch, closing your eyes, and taking a deep breath to steady yourself.
“I don’t think I’m ever going to be truly ready, but it’s time, Yoongi.” Yoongi opened his mouth to reiterate that you didn’t have to do this, but you held up a hand to stop him from interrupting you. “I told you I wasn’t going to run away again, and I meant it. I need to do this for us to move forward. I know we have to be discreet and probably say we’re just friends for a little while, but we can’t take the next step or even keep seeing each other unless I go back into the spotlight.”
“You’ll have to move; you’ll have to deal with being followed, with security, with no privacy. I-I don’t want you to hate me because I can’t keep you from that,” Yoongi said, tears brimming his eyes.
“If this past year has taught me anything, it’s that I’m incapable of hating you, Min Yoongi. If anything, I love you more than ever.” Yoongi pressed his forehead against yours at your confession, his fingers digging into your waist.
“You’d think a year apart would be enough for me to fall out of love with you. I think I’d still love you even if we spent fifty years apart from each other,” Yoongi whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “Are you sure this is what you want?”
“You’re what I want. The cameras, the public persona–I will relearn to deal with all of it if it means that I get you back in my life. If you’ll have me, that is.”
Yoongi’s lips met yours, the tears on both of your cheeks mingling together as you sealed your promises to each other. Yoongi pulled back long enough to murmur two words before pulling you back into him.
“I’m yours.”
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One week later, you sat in front of the phone that was sitting on a makeshift tripod, Marianne blotting your face with powder. You had finally gotten to come back to your apartment, now with an added security system and non-disclosure agreements signed by your neighbors. You would be permanently moving into a more secure location, picked out by Marianne and Yoongi’s team, after today. The best part? It was only ten minutes away from Yoongi’s building.
Your Instagram and Twitter had been reactivated. After seeing you come back online, the rumors that it could be you in the photos with Yoongi became even more persistent. It was now or never.
“Remember what we talked about. Be yourself. Tell them that you needed some time off, to reflect and be creative, things like that. Don’t talk about Yoongi,” Marianne instructed. You rolled your eyes at the last point.
“I may be out of practice, Marianne, but I’m not completely useless. I really don’t think I’ll randomly start talking about my secret boyfriend during my Instagram story video.”
“Hush, you know I’m just doing my job,” Marianne playfully scolded.
“I know, and I love you for it.”
You checked your phone one last time, smiling at the last-minute good luck texts from your parents and the members of BTS. Your phone vibrated in your hands with a text notification.
Is it going up soon? – Yoongi
Yes, I’m about to record it. Depending on how many takes Marianne makes me do until it feels “natural”, it should be uploaded in a bit. – Y/N
Call me when it’s over. Good luck, I love you. – Yoongi
I love you, too. See you on the other side. – Y/N
“Are you ready?” Marianne asked.
“As I’ll ever be,” you breathed out. She gave you an encouraging smile.
“3, 2, 1…action.”
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knpjpr · 13 hours ago
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weekend | myg smut
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📱— "weekends are always boring for you, filled with intense amount of screentime, the only excitement you get is from watching your favorite camboy, but what if he lives next door?"
->genre: smut
->pairing: camboy!yoongi x neighbor!reader
->word count: 2.1k (unedited)
->warnings: mutual masturbation, unprotected sex (wrap it up smh), yoongi's a tease and kinda a lil shit, swearing
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“Fuck”
You said, breathing out a raspy sigh. Watching your favorite cam boy since 1 in the morning, you had been cooped up in the comforts of your bed, the warmth from your sheets surrounding you. It was the weekend, so filled with nothing but ultimate boredom, you might as well spice it up.
He had a very popular following considering the fact he was a huge tease to his audience.
He constantly looked over to the screen, always making you blush under his gaze. Even if he wasn’t directly looking at you, you could still feel the intensity that was behind those brown orbs.
“Do you guys want to switch up on something?” He said softly, your heartbeat fastened to the way he smirked. His room was clearly shown with the way his set up showed, seeing his dark grey walls that ran down to the floor. The corner of his bed was just in sight, but was blocked by his figure that sat effortlessly in front of the camera.
Watching ever so closely, you noticed as he reached down to his legs. The camera facing his lower abdomen, showcasing all of his movements.
You could feel the butterflies in your stomach as you saw his hand glide over the semi-hard bulge that sat in his pants.
“Damn, he really likes to tease.” You said with a heavy breath, obviously flustered with the slow movements from the man behind the screen.
Almost close to unzipping his pants, he laughed, his laugh ringing through your ears as he turned the camera up to meet his face.
“Sorry pretties, I’m not doing that tonight.” His words make you internally pout as you look up towards the corner of your screen, seeing how his views had multiplied to up to five thousand watching.
You were quite jealous, not liking how other girls or boys were drooling over him. You didn’t know this man personally, but with the way he made your stomach churn with need, you didn’t need to know him on an everyday basis.
With a smirk Yoongi was saying his goodbyes for the night, making you even more frustrated.
Twenty minutes passed and you turned off your phone , your attention was instantly drawn to the next door neighbor, a loud bang against the wall. You grew curious, wanting to know if they were okay.
Getting up from your bed, you headed out of your apartment, walking over to the door to the right.
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You knocked a few times before it was opened, the door creaking open before showcasing who owned the next door apartment. Eyes growing ten times more in shock as you made eyes with the neighbor.
“Can I help you?” Yoongi asks, raising his eyebrow as you look over his body. His hair is wet, obviously indicating he was fresh out of the shower. Loose clothes covering his body; simple grey sweatpants that hung loosely around his waist, and a plain white t-shirt. His figure resting against the doorframe, a long stare on his face making him look more fuckable.
“I, uh came to see if you were alright..I heard a bang.” You couldn’t think straight, the sound of your heartbeat ringing loudly in your ears, as you could feel your skin crawl in nervousness.
Multiple nights of sexually pent up frustration, and it was all caused and owed to the owner of apartment 213, the man who lived right next door.
“Oh, the shampoo bottle fell hard in the shower, but it’s all okay.” Your sight wouldn’t leave his lips, watching as they pulled off each other with every word he spoke out lowly.
Yoongi didn’t know what was your problem, but the shy demeanor that you showcased made his pride go through the roof. Licking his lips, he pushed his hand through his hair, showing off his forehead as he looked down at you.
“Would you like to come in?” He spoke out slowly, the words sending straight to go in between your legs as you could feel the intense stare he had on you.
Who would you be to reject? Nodding your head lowly, he laughs out shortly, the real sound of his laugh making your heart squeeze, it was cute.
He’s grabbing your hand, guiding you to the kitchen as he’s stepping towards the cupboards. Standing at the island, you watch as he’s turning to you, holding up a cup. “Want something to drink? I haven’t gone grocery shopping, so I don’t know what I have..” His face is showing off an embarrassed tint of red on his cheeks, making you internally coo, shaking your head to his offer.
He placed down the cup, making his way over to sit beside you at the kitchen island, turning his stool over to fully face you. “I’m surprised, I can’t believe I’ve never met you before.” He places a frown on his face, which makes your heart flutter even more.
You still couldn’t believe this, Min Yoongi was sitting inches away from you, the man you had been watching for quite a few months. Nights of always imagining what could conspire when you finally could meet him, and he lived next door all this time.
Eyes watching your every move, he studied you, your frowning eyebrows showing him that you were in an intense thought, which he had found very intriguing. He wasn’t going to lie, when he made first eye contact with you, he was very much into you. Your face was enough to turn him on, and now that you weren’t that away from him, he contemplated straight up asking you if he could do more than just talk.
“Pardon me if I come off a little forward,” He starts talking again, taking your attention as you watch the way he starts to move closer into your personal space. His body smelling of strawberries, most likely from his body wash, but even so, you loved the smell of it.
“Can I kiss you?” That four word sentence could almost kill a person. The words replaying in your head as you had to comprehend what the fuck he just asked you.
He didn’t need an answer, the way you had been looking at him the whole time was answer enough. Grabbing a hold of your t-shirt and pulling you closer, your body now in between his legs.
He didn’t want to scare you, slowly placing his hand to the small of your back as he moved his face to move closer to yours. You didn’t know what to do at the moment. You wanted this truly, wanting more than ever to be under him, feeling him close.
Without any more thought, your lips are connected, your body instantly melting the minute his lips make contact with yours.
It was a mess, but you loved every second of it, his lips fitting perfectly in the space that yours didn’t. His hands holding a strong hold on your hips, the feel of his rings scraping against your shorts.
He’s stopping, pulling away with a huff as his lips are now red and wanting to be back with yours. But he’s stopping himself, making sure you want to take this to the next step. And you were ready, already moving back so he could step off the stool and lead you into his bedroom.
You were shocked, never thinking that you would be in the room you had simply seen behind the screen. You’re focused on the surroundings, not noticing how Yoongi is already pulling off his shirt and tossing it into the clothes bin he had beside his dresser.                                    
“Are you sure you want this, it’s a hundred percent okay if you don’t.” He’s not leaving his sight off of you, your mind going to answer you always had ready.
“Yes, I’m okay, I want this.”
All at once, he’s grabbing onto you, pulling you back into his lips, his scent engulfing you once again. On impulse, you are placing your hands into his hair as he is leading you to the bed. Back hitting the soft sheets, as he’s pulling away again, his body placed over yours.
Without any more time wasted, he’s cupping your breast through your shirt. Fingers reaching down to the hem of your shirt as he’s pulling it over your head. He only sees it fit for you to be just as naked as him. The lace of your bra makes him lick his lips in anticipation.
He wants to savor this moment, sitting back which makes you frown in confusion. He laughs at your face, unzipping his pants and rolling the rest off his hips. “Go on, pull those off.” His tone is more serious this time, softness still on his features as he points towards your waist. Your fingers lock with the bands of your panties and shorts, pulling them down and shifting them off the bed.
You shudder at the feeling of the air nipping your skin, your legs closed and shielding Yoongi’s gaze on the one thing he wanted to see. “Open. Slowly.” He says, not needing to abbreviate more as you could understand what he meant fully. Legs opening at a slow pace enough to show your pussy that had pooled with wetness.
“Fuck that was hot.” He said as he wrapped his hand around the base of his cock, locking eyes with you as he was already hard, his touch making him almost shudder. “Touch yourself baby. I want to watch.” That statement was enough to see the green light in a traffic jam, your hand sliding between your legs as he watched with hooded eyes.
Fingers gliding your entrance, you could already feel the slick that slipped out, making you gasp out to the immediate touch. You were extremely horny, and it wasn’t hard for Yoongi to see that.
Slipping two fingers in, the sound of your moan triggered Yoongi, making him groan as he slipped his hands down the base at a rhythmic pace, his tip leaking pre-cum.
Walls pushing against your fingers as you push in and out, your stomach fluttering with pleasure as Yoongi watches, not being able to pull his sight away.
You had fantasized about this moment, thought of all the pleasure he could give you, but to have him watch you fuck yourself was just the icing on the cake.
Soon enough you could feel your edge pooling in your stomach, legs shaking as you watched his hand travel up and down on the shaft of his cock.
“Ugh fuck, I’m close.” He groaned from his place on the edge of the bed, as you fight the urge to cum right then and there. But a few strokes he’s cumming indicating that you could cum too, your back arching as your high hits your stomach.
He’s watching you still as you calm down, moving to be over your body again, but this time Yoongi has a fucked out expression as he’s taking his cock in his hands again. “Can I fuck you?” He didn’t have to ask, your legs already opened and beckoned him to give you a release, but you're nodding your head. He takes that as an answer, slipping his tip to slip past your folds as you gasp out louder. The feeling is addicting, his lip caught between his teeth as your walls sink down onto him.
He starts to move slowly, letting you adjust to the size of his cock, watching your face as you sink into the sheets more.You’re just as tight as he thought you would be, your walls squeezing his cock with every thrust into.
He’d never fucked someone that has had him this horny, this needy, and he wanted to go further with every thrust of his hips. Your throat hurts and gasps with every bump of your g-spot. His back warm and red as your nails scrape hard with every slap of his skin.
His hands make home everywhere around your body, synced moans that drip with sex as he’s balls deep in your cunt.
The same fluttering feeling is plaguing your stomach as his grunts pick up pace, indicating that he’s just as close as you are. His grip tightening as his stomach is on fire with needed pleasure, your fucked out face plaguing his mind.
“Fuck, I’m about to cum..” He grunts out loud, heavy breaths as his bottom lip bleeds with the hard pressure of his teeth.
Your lips grip harder around him as he stuffs his cock far in your pussy, not lasting any more time before he’s cumming inside.
Deep breaths is all you and him could produce when he’s slipping to the other side of the bed, the both of you out of energy.
“You know..I never got your name..” He speaks out with a tangled voice, the statement making you breathlessly laugh as you look over at him.
“It’s Yn..” He sits there for a moment, not saying a word before he’s resting his body on his side to face you fully, a stupid grin placed on his face as he looks over your body.
“Well Yn..want to make this weekend less boring?
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3005 [part 28] || Throuple Town
[no matter what you say and what you do // when i’m alone, i’d rather be with you]
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☆ ⁄⁄ ★ 004 | first day of classes
coffee — the enemies to lovers social media au where min yoongi refuses to date a cheerleader, but yoon haryun might be able to change that.
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time jump!! (there’s gonna be a few for the next couple of chapters, btw. and also, at this point, spongebob time cards are my token way of time jumping.)
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kimnjss · 19 hours ago
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(bonus) turn the page | myg
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⤑  series: cyberslut
⤑ pairing: jock(fuckboi)!yoongi x nerdy(virgin)!reader
⤑ genre: idk man i just be writing...
⤑ rating: pg13
⤑ word count: 1.5K // unedited.
⤑ warnings: none(?)
⤑ A/N: hiiii! quick drabble of their little study session at his house . nothing too crazy but lmao this is how yoongi acts when they’re alone . nd i can’t get enough of itttt !
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may 5th, 2021 | 13:17
“you write poetry!?” taking it upon yourself to browse around his room while he sprawled out on his bed, arms behind his head as he waited for you. the last time you were here, you had made it a point to stay out of his room. didn't trust yourself.
but with jimin taking up the living room with his loud music and even louder phone conversations (why he didn't do this at his own house was beyond you) you had no other choice but to agree to yoongi's suggestion in studying upstairs. and his room was filled with so many pieces of his personality that you wouldn't see if you didn't know him well.
you had also gawked at the sewing machine tucked behind his bedroom door. he was quick to tell you that it belonged to jimin and he just hadn't returned it. but, didn't have much to say when you asked him if he knew how to use it: 'obviously,' and a simple roll of his eyes as he dropped his body onto the bed. for the first time wishing that you'd just get on with the tutoring.
his poetry book is the next interesting thing you find in your snooping, underneath the balled up papers that you were positive were the worksheets you've printed out for him. you're snatching up the notebook before he has a chance to respond, body jolting up to a seated position – eyes wide. “that's not mine!” he says, a bit too fast and desperate and it has a giggle falling from your lips.
“then what's... 'min yoongi's, don't touch!!'.” reading out the words scribbled out on front of the book in his messy handwriting before you're turning it around so he can get a look for himself.
yoongi's rolling those pretty brown eyes of his, arm stretching out to beckon you over. “oh, so you can read,” not moving, you take to sticking your tongue out at his mocking tone, flipping the first page open on his book. “who's 'first love' about?” all you're reading is the title before you're lifting your head to look up at him.
“not you. bring it here,” taking slow steps in his direction, you take your time reading through the scribbles. his messy hand writing that you had to learn to understand these past few weeks. he wrote how he thought, scribbling over his words instead of erasing and circling boldly circling what he shouldn't scribbled over.
it was mess, but you could still read it perfectly and not only that you could feel it too. the words that he used and how he must've felt while writing them down were all right there on the page, nearly tangible. it was incredible.
you're stopping in front of him, knees pressed into the edge of his bed. his heart pounding in his ears because you haven't stopped reading, but at the same time he doesn't want to make you stop. never has he showed anyone his writing before, but he wants you to read it. to hear what you think. silently hoping that you like it.
“no matter where i am, you always defended that spot. but i didn't know that would be the last. you say don't leave like this,” hearing you read it out loud has embarrassment warming his face and the chance that you might think it's lame is creeping in, so he's reaching forward to take it from your hands.
but you're turning before he can even get his fingers on it. back facing him so of course he does the next logical thing, hands reaching for your hips, he pulls your body down on to the bed. in one swift movement your butt is wedged between his legs, back pressed against his chest. he's got an arm secured around your waist and your heart is fighting it's way out of your chest.
you've got this down to a science, thankfully, so it doesn't show on your face. going on with your reading as if you weren't secretly waiting to feel his dick brush up against you. “they're raps. not poems,” he corrects your earlier statement, managing to reach his hand up and pull the book from your hands without a fight.
“do you know what rap stands for?” turning your head to face him, you're shocked with how close your faces are. fully aware with how close you are and the fact that you're not supposed to be. he doesn't seem as shocked as you are, playfully poking his tongue out at your comment. you're not even able to come up with a proper remark, unable to focus on anything but the way his body feels pressed against yours. and how you wished there were less layers blocking you.
his grip tightens as you shift in his arms, effectively pinning your body between his legs while chucking his notebook to the side. the text book that you're supposed to be working out of is a few inches away, so he's able to reach it without having to let you go. dropping it into your lap, he's resting back against the headboard.
“read it to me,” so nonchalant as if he wasn't turning your brain to mush with each unfocused brush of his fingers. “like this?” how he expected you to concentrate on reading like this was beyond you.
but he's nodding, sitting back up to rest his chin on your shoulder, peaking at the pages of the book. “yeah. you smell nice,” he's so close, nose nuzzled in your hair and though it just happened, you can't piece how you ended up like this.
that was the thing with yoongi. nothing he did was calculated, he just did what he felt like when he felt like it. he felt like wrapping his arms around you and holding you in his lap, so that's what he did. and you were so weak for him that you didn't even think to protest (not like you wanted to). a subtle warmth crowded your chest from having his arms around you, the tickle of his breath against your neck.
you read the words out for him to hear, not sure if he's even paying attention. you're still focused as you read, keeping your mind off of the mindless way he fiddles with the hem of your shirt. it continues like that for a few minutes, words morphing together barely making sense to you.
then all at once, he's pulling his arm from around you, no longer able to ignore the way your hair tickles his face. he's having his own fight with your hair, each time he swipes it away it's hitting back with more. and you notice, pulling the hair tie from your wrist without slowing your words and handing it back to him.
yoongi's grabbing it right away, gathering the long strands in both hands, managing to create a bun at the back of your head. long fingers grazing the back of your neck as he moves the pieces he's missed out of the way before setting his head back down on your shoulder. shivers run down your spine at your touch, body going rigid as you turn to look at him.
as if all of that... all of this was just dawning on you. how comfortable it felt having him wrapped around you, naturally being without a second thought. when you were used to at least three thoughts, especially when it was in the romance department. he doesn't look at all bothered, pretty eyes boring into yours.
there's a split second flash of something else in them as he looks at you. like maybe you're not alone in the feelings of heat bubbling your stomach. thoughts you've been tucking away... saving for later, so clear on his face. it's hard to look away, completely wrapped up in his trance.
his large hand spread over your stomach as he leans toward you, heightening your senses because you're convinced he's gonna kiss you. why else would he be coming so close after looking at you like that for so long. the laugh he lets out vibrates against your back, cheeks lifting as he rolls his eyes.
“what?” couldn't place what could be funny about this situation, being so close to him and undoubtedly concerned for your sanity. his laughing doesn't settle, head tilting to point toward the book.
and your brow is furrowing, sending a quizzical glance to the pages as if you'd find the answer to his chuckles there. “turn the page,” his voice rings deep in your ear, setting of a pang between your legs that you choose to ignore.
he's leaning back all at once as if he didn't just turn you on to no end without even doing anything really. smirking at you without a care in the world, so you act accordingly. putting a bit of space between you in order to catch your breath, as you flip the page.
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— he has no idea who you are… up front, you’re sweet and innocent - but in reality you’re the exact opposite. running your own nsfw account, where your favorite topic is his hands.
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sumzysworld · 19 hours ago
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OTHER HALF | Part 4
Pairing: Yoongi X Reader | Werewolf AU
Word Count: 3.2k
Warnings: rumours, abduction, pining, heartbreak, and descriptions of gore/death/crime.
Genre: Werewolf AU, Drama, Mates
Summary: Some gossip gives you an insight to the criminals you’re hunting, as well as the man who would have been yours. You gain a new partner and lose a friend.
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Gangwon Jeon
There’s a steady buzzing in your head as you try to push down what you’re feeling to focus on what’s at hand - getting close to the guests from the Daegu Nakdong Kang clan. The drugs Dr. Lee had initially prescribed were not enough to subdue your haywire emotions that fed your wolf’s restlessness. Your wolf wanted to go for a run.
To a specific place.
Where Namjoon was getting ready.
And pounce.
It didn’t help that the little old ladies from the Kangs were related to the Ilsan Kims, so you were around him despite not wanting to, and trying your best to avoid an encounter. You supposed you wished for too much, but what stung the most was the look of sneering disgust that crossed Namjoon’s face when he saw you around his extended relatives. You supposed he figured you were desperate for his attention. No thank you sir, I’ve got enough to handle. And fuck you very much. Bye.
Aunty Kim was a relatively harmless nosy old lady from the Kangs you latched on to. She seemed receptive to your attention after you rescued her from an unfortunate food spill, and was ready to start chattering, if only her dementia didn’t come in the way…
“It was really sad you know..the whole clan in misery…from all the grieving. The Seos had no shame in showing their kids off… just because you have a pair of alphas...I always say you need to be humble, or you’ll attract the evil eye. Neither mother nor kids had any qualms about that. I know it’s not good to talk about the dead like that, but they had it coming to them. That Eunsik boy would go around challenging anyone to a fight. Eunhyo would butt heads with the boys far too much… It isn’t ladylike, absolutely no breeding. And look where that got them! The boy dead and the girl, likely dishonoured. Which girl would willingly show her face to her folks after that?”
You’d murmur sympathetically, to keep her talking.
“Alpha Kang had warned the family too, to rein in their kids, especially Eunhyo. She would lead guys on and around and then drop them. That girl even had the audacity to fight Alpha Kang’s nephew. Women in good families should know their place, not pick fights and create conflicts. I shouldn’t say this about the dead, but the Seo kids were made an example of,in my opinion. I don’t know who. Most of the clan kids were at home, or school. It could be a complete  stranger too. That's what happens when there's a lot of bad blood around…", Aunty Kim went on in the same spiel for a good amount of time before dozing off over her knitting. You wrapped her shawl comfortably around her and adjusted her position over the couch, texting another of the Jeon cousins to keep an eye on the old lady, before slipping away.
Both Seo Eunsik and Eunhyo were Alpha children, and apparently they acted like it, despite having no real position of power in their pack. Usually such behavior was curbed early to preserve clan hierarchies but it appears that didn't happen. If they rubbed someone the wrong way, it could have easily been a hate crime. But that doesn't explain why Eunhyo was missing… unless...the perpetrators wanted to continue the humiliation?
You settled under a tree in a corner of the pack house grounds and pulled your phone out to check the pictures of Eunsik's post mortem report. The gruesome pictures of the corpse loaded over your screen, and you sat scanning them minutely to find anything that you could work with. So much that you didn't realize someone was peering over your shoulder.
"Whoa! What IS that?"
You turned to find Min Yoongi standing behind the tree peeking at your phone, hands in his pockets. He looked like he was going to be sick.
"They're pictures from the crimes I was telling you about, yesterday", you explained, shutting it off and turning to greet him with a smile. Your senses were majorly dulled with the suppressant medication Dr. Lee had put you on, but that didn't prevent you from reacting a little bit to Min Yoongi.
He smelled pleasant. Goosebumps arose across your back and arms, as you took his presence in - medium height, but still enough to tower over you, a face with an understated elegance, a deceptively slight frame that concealed firm shredded musculature (your mind helpfully supplying you with memories from the patching up session in the Jeep) and deep, kind eyes that spoke more than his expressions did. Your wolf with her frayed nerves wanted to curl up next to him. She found him safe. Weird female.
Maybe Yoongi hadn't paid attention to your slightly flustered state as he chose to focus on the pictures, "They honestly look gruesome. Who is that? I know who the victims are from what Park Jimin told me, but that's it. I thought you were dealing with abductions?"
"One of the abductions included the murder of one of the girls' twin brother. His body was found in the river. I’m trying to examine it to see if I can gather anything from it".
Yoongi nodded, and held his hand out, "May I?"
You hesitated for a bit, since it was supposed to be confidential. You didn’t know much about him except the short snippets he’d told you the night before. But if Jimin had already spoken of it to Min Yoongi, it probably would be of no harm? You slid your phone out, unlocked it and showed the pictures to him. The grimace on his face softened a bit to make way for seriousness as he examined it.
You totally did not pay attention or grow redder at the proximity you both had. Nope. Not at all. Just the hormones. Focus, bitch. You turned your attention back to the phone.
The body having been bloated and exposed to the elements in the river water was a wreck, but there was no mistaking the single slit that ran across the boy’s throat. Lacerations on either side of his neck, his hands and feet bruised as though he was held down… there was definitely a struggle, and the cut wasn’t clean. “It either is a wolf’s work or was made to look like one.” Yoongi stated, returning the phone to you.
“Made to look like one?”
“To throw people off trail”, he explained. “Water gets rid of all scent, so the only clues you would have to the killer would be through the weapon used”
Strange, you mused. That was probably why they chose to attack close to water bodies. And… Eunsik’s death was too haphazard for someone whose abductions were so clean. But the twins were playing hooky from school, right? If these abductions were intentional, then the kidnappers would probably have waited around their school, or tried to catch them at a different location. It probably wouldn’t have differed too much from Lee Chaeryung’s disappearance. Maybe they had to improvise, and didn’t prepare a way to handle Eunsik properly?
Yoongi watched you think curiously. “What’s the verdict, doc?” he asked. “I’m not a doc, Yoongi-ssi! I’m just mid-training to be a medic. It seems to me that whoever killed this boy didn’t account for his presence during the abduction. Otherwise they wouldn’t have left any traces. All previous crime scenes were clean.”
“Can I take another look at the pictures?” Yoongi asked you.
You nodded and passed the phone to him. “Do you know any of the Daegu Nakdong Kangs?", you asked.
"I'm familiar with some of them, and have visited their territory as a kid. It isn't far from the Daegu Min region. Why?"
"I may pay them a visit"
Yoongi smoothly added his number to your phone, saying, "Let me know when you do, I'll take you around".
You blinked. Were you overthinking? "Uh, sure!" You replied.
He still hadn't finished with your phone. Something struck him, and he leaned over to show it to you "Look at the bruises on his arms and feet. He was definitely held down before his throat was slit. Clearly someone bigger and heavier, judging by the hand size."
You took in his big veiny hands in contrast to his slender figure and raised your eyebrows mischievously at him, getting an eye roll in return. "So if he was being held down, there must have been a second or third person subduing the girl while they handled this boy. It appears both twins were strong. There's no way one person can handle two energetic young alphas." He finished.
As you considered his words, you realised you had to speak to Park Jimin tonight.
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The Night of the Seeking
Tonight was one of the many events that comprised a mating ceremony, the seeking. The engaged would enter the woods at dusk from different points, and the man was expected to seek out, mark and claim his mate with all the elements of nature in witness. It sounded pretty archaic, but what was conducted these days was a modernised version- the seeking out and marking would happen in the woods, and the couple were left to consummate the claiming in peace and privacy later. If it was meant to be, a wolf would always be led to his mate, elders claimed.
Obviously there was NO WAY you were going close to the woods anytime soon. Your poor wolf needed the distance and perspective and you needed a damned break to reign in the hormones pushing you to claim him. The marking would be witnessed by people from both sides scattered in the woods. Huh.
You holed yourself up in your room, going through everything you and Min Yoongi had discussed, and gave Park Jimin a call. His honey sweet voice rang in your ears on the third ring.
“Hello? Y/N?
“Good evening, Jimin-ssi! I’m calling you to request something in the investigation of the girls”, you said.
“Oh, okay, hang on”, you heard some shuffling. “Right, I’ve got a notebook. Go on, tell me”
“Basically, the abductions of the three girls were extremely clean, and hardly any evidence was left behind. However, in the case of Seo Eunhyo and Eunsik, they left Eunsik’s body behind, and it became a possible source of evidence. So the abductions were clearly a pre-planned affair. Only, in Seo Eunhyo’s case, their plan went off track and they had to improvise”
“Yes...go on?”, you heard paper rustle over the call.
“They had to improvise because the kids played hooky from school. Which means at some point they may have made a plan to abduct Eunhyo from the school itself. So it was done by someone who had some knowledge of the twins’ whereabouts, at least publicly, but not enough to know what they got up to at the river”
“Hmmm… okay??”
“Consider some adults watching the twins around school, and maybe following them around at a distance to get an idea of their routes. Someone not necessarily a local, or they would have known about their riverside excursions. This person would have kept an eye on them for a few days and made preparations accordingly.”
“So what if this person was connected to the school they went to? If we investigate there, perhaps we can find some evidence of provisions made to abduct the girl? It could be a method very similar to Lee Chaeryung. Someone may have noticed something out of place, or a newcomer hanging around.”
“Also, if the perpetrator had to take action near a river, and judging by how hastily they disposed of Eunsik’s body, they probably weren’t well prepared for a river. So our perpetrators may carry signs of the river back with them in their getaway vehicle, like traces of algae, river silt and stones, etc. We are potentially looking at two or three people acting together.” you finished with an exhale.
“Okay. So we’re looking for newcomers/non-locals visiting the Daegu Nakdong Kang territory around that month on some pretext, either in pairs or more. They may have hung around the school as they may have planned the abduction there. We’re looking for anyone who noticed something unusual in the days leading to the abduction and murder in the area. And maybe anyone who suddenly rented a vehicle or boat, or made sudden purchases on that day”, Jimin summarized.
“Yes. Thank you, Jimin-ssi. Oh, and one last thing.”
“Please check the weather reports if there was rain anytime before or after the event. They may have planned it on a rainy day to wash off scent traces, but may have had to alter the date as well. We may need to establish why.”
“Got it. Thank YOU, Y/N-ssi. You’ve brought a new perspective to this, just as we hoped. I’ll keep you posted on what we find out”
“Thank you, Jimin-ssi. Good night!”
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Bathed, changed and moisturised, you were fully prepared to retire for the night. You heard dull cheers and whoops in the distance as the Seeking started. Get it together, Y/N. You chose to agree to this. Shaking off a spark of hurt blooming inside you, you’d climbed into bed, plugged in your earphones and gone to sleep.
Not even an hour had passed when you heard an urgent rapping on your door. Rousing yourself from your deep slumber, you opened your room door to find a frantic looking Jungkook outside.
“Noona, have you seen Joohyun anywhere?”
“No I didn’t, Kookie. I haven’t seen her since this morning, in fact. Wasn’t she with you?”
A bad feeling started creeping up your back. Your wolf was roused, hackles raised. Jungkook shook his head, round eyes glistening with panicky tears.
“I was a bit relieved she wasn’t following me around today. But then I realised she wasn’t anywhere. That’s weird for her. When we went into the woods for Joon-hyung’s Seeking, I found her bag near the lake. She wasn’t around, so I looked for her to give it back”
In his hands was a Birkin handbag, the same one that Joohyun was talking about enthusiastically the previous day. It had her phone, some cosmetics and a bracelet she was known to keep with her. She was never without her phone, atleast. “ I didn’t want to raise an alarm yet. So I tried tracking her scent myself. And I couldn’t find her anywhere. I smelt her last near the lake.”
The worst thing that could have happened, popped into your head. You had to find her stat. A face popped into your mind, as you threw on a shirt and trousers, and made your way to the outskirts of the woods, where the guests were milling around. Some of them had gone in as “witnesses”, but luckily, you found Min Yoongi waiting with his cousins and father, dressed in black from top to toe.
Min Yoongi had turned around, his nostrils flaring at your scent - he registered that you were showing some pre-heat symptoms.Understanding dawned. But, he wasn’t the only one. Other males in the vicinity had also turned their gazes to you expectantly. Gritting his teeth, he grabbed your elbow and pulled you away from the crowd to a distance. “Not to be disrespectful, Y/N-ssi, but are you insane? You’re in NO position to be out here, it’s dangerous!” he chided.
“Yoongi-ssi, I would not be out here if the situation did not demand it. Do you know Choi Joohyun?”
“That gossipy teenager? Congressman Choi’s grandchild? What about her?”
You held up the Birkin and said “She’s missing”
Min Yoongi swore under his breath. It was time to search the woods properly. If she wasn’t found, raise the alarm.
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You, Jungkook and Yoongi had searched the packlands frantically, but the only traces of Joohyun’s scent in the area was at least a day old, and confined to the pack house and mating ceremony celebration areas. You had to search the woods once, before declaring her missing.
A lot of people were going to be affected tonight. The three of you split up to cover different parts of the woods, starting from the lake where Jungkook found her things.
As you covered your stretch of the woods for any traces of the teenager, you felt a hand grip you, and turned to find Namjoon behind you. He was standing, eyes wild, chest heaving, nostrils flared. He looked glorious.
There was no fresh mark on his neck. His hunt through the woods had brought the faint scent of your pre-heat to him, and he’d made a beeline for you instead of Somin.
This was a disaster. Your wolf whimpered. He shook his head to get a grip on himself, before glaring at you, breathing harshly. “I told you we can’t work. What are you doing here? Are you out to ruin my mating? Are you that desperate?”
Anger coursed through you, bringing the sting of rejection right back up, as your wolf howled angrily. Using all your willpower, you pushed him away. “No, I’m not here for you. A girl has gone missing - Choi Joohyun. Congressman Choi’s granddaughter. We’ve been searching the woods for her.”
“Even your excuses are creative - “
“GET AWAY FROM HER”
An alpha voice rang out, causing Namjoon to force himself back. He looked shocked, as very few wolves had the ability to compel him, especially away from a mate. You turned to find Min Yoongi stalking towards the two of you fuming.
He planted himself between you and Namjoon, facing him squarely and said, “As Y/N told you, Congressman Choi’s granddaughter has gone missing. Alpha Jeon has halted the ceremony. You’re needed at the main halls. Everyone’s gathering to figure out how to find the girl.”
He stood resolutely in front of you until Namjoon walked away reluctantly, a vein about to burst in his jaw. His suspicious glances at you and Yoongi seemed to add to his anger.
And once Namjoon was out of your sight, Yoongi rounded on you. “Y/N-ssi, I need you to listen to me. We’ve got the entire pack and guests searching for the girl now. I understand that this is your investigation, but you most certainly aren’t in the best state. You’ll likely get pounced on by any horny idiot with bad self control, and you won’t even be in a position to fight him off.”
“I can - “ you began protesting when he gripped your shoulder. “Please, Y/N-ssi. I’ll keep you updated every hour, and speak to Jimin as well. Please go to your room and lock yourself in. I need you to listen to me, for your sake”
You sighed at the dead-serious look on his face, and let him lead you out of the woods, till your room. He didn’t leave till he saw that you had secured every door and window, taken your meds and locked the door firmly.
It was after you tucked yourself in that you realised, between you and Namjoon, he had used his alpha voice to send Namjoon away and not when he tried to get you back to your room, which would have been the easier option. Flashes of the night so far continued to plague you, of Namjoon finding you instead of Somin, accusing you of sabotaging his mating, sweet little Joohyun vanishing, Jungkook’s tears and the bitter pain of it all. Your wolf whined - the events of the evening were a lot for her. Taking a deep breath, you typed out a series of messages to Grandpa Jeon, Congressman Bang, Park Jimin and Min Yoongi on what you knew, before the medicines kicked in and you drifted off to an uneasy sleep.
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hollyhomburg · a day ago
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Before I Leave You (Pt.8)
(Sneak Peak) (Omegaverse au, Mafia au, Bts x Reader)
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Summary: Every meeting it gets a little easier to love you, but not every packmate is onboard with the decision to accept you into their ranks.
Tags: Implied anorexia, Non-verbal main Characters, Boundaries being overstepped, negative self-talk, implied betrayal, fluff, love at first sight
W/c: 10.0k
A/n:  I'm hoping the gratuitous amount of Namjoon x m/c fluff will make everyone not realize that besides Seokjin’s secret- there is so little effing plot in this chapter. Sorry, this took me a second to get out! next weekend I will be updating a different series! after that, we'll be back to weekly updates with this series hopefully!
Previous part — Masterlist
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Part 8: Seokjin's Secret
The first time Namjoon ever hears you speak is a special little thing.
You treat him and the boys to glasses of iced sweet tea while they repair the railing of the small porch. It’s kind of a shoddy job because the whole space needs refurbishment, they're not building it to last- only withstand wear until they have a chance to replace it. Namjoon might be a little helpless when it comes to the epic highs and lows of home-improvement, but yoongi isn’t.
The last time he’d been over Namjoon had noticed the railing was loose and the anxiety of one of his packmates falling or it giving way ate away at him until he’d asked Yoongi if he could fix it. The whole little deck area isn’t that elevated at the front- but near the back, the drop to the ground is as high as the house, and that makes Namjoon's alpha anxious.
The sweet tea is well appreciated in the early summer heat, you're still in your pajamas, white with little pink hearts. your hair a little bed mused, sticking up a little. Yoongi puts his hand on your exposed ankle and in wordless thanks before he drains his whole glass in one go, his Adam's apple bobbing, making his scent gland more prominent.
“For you Joonie” your voice shocks something out of him, making him nearly drop the hammer on his feet. The ice tinkles against the inside of the glass. lemon rounds bobbing like little suns. You pour a glass for Namjoon and he sits on the steps.
His handshakes when he reaches for it. Dusty and sliding on the condensation, almost spilling. It's sweet and exactly what they needed in the summer heat, slumped against the steps, you sit with them for a second, not touching your tea except for when Yoongi proffers you a sip.
Namjoon lifts the glass to his mouth, and You poke at his dimple, “pretty” you say, voice small, eyes keener than they could be.
pretty, that's all, and yet Namjoon does a good job of forgetting how to breathe properly, his lungs giving up on it entirely when his heart feels like that. And seeing as he’s currently got water in his throat- means it goes out his nose.
He ducks away to hide his blush and wipe at his wet face as Tae erupts into laughter, Jimin too, falling back onto the grass with how hard he’s laughing. Yoongi lets out that little breathless rough laugh, the one that comes from his stomach and not his throat.
Even you smile, hiding it with your hands in a way that makes Namjoon almost want to reach out and pry them away- he wants to know what you look like when you smile, the way your lips quirk, how it fits on your face- all of it. But it disappears, darts away like fickle sunlight.
He's sure Yoongi knows what you're like when you smile, what your voice sounds like when it's wrapped cozy in a laugh.
(Namjoon's might be just a little bit jealous.)
Maybe falling in love is nothing more than a collection of little moments, like multicolored candies Scattered about, one that begets fondness and another sentimentality, another heat.
Namjoon doesn't know it yet- but one day he's going to look back and remember this moment and appreciate it for what it was; the moment before the fall, the moment before everything started to click into place. He's the cornerstone of this house of cards.
You refill Namjoon's glass with the last of the Tea and go back inside. And by the time Namjoon’s nose has stopped burning the others are only quietly chuckling. Taehyung and yoongi sharing a conspiratory look. But There's something in Taehyung's eyes- that says he's a little jealous too.
Namjoon might be a little too preoccupied to realize he's not jealous of yoongi or Namjoon, no- Taehyung is jealous of you again, hasn't yet learned to let this frustration die.
Namjoon's mind is too messy, thinking of lemon head candies and Konpeito like little stars. Of being called /pretty/ and the way your finger had felt against his dimple. No doubt he'll dissect every moment and extract every ounce of this giddy feeling until he learns to be embarrassed over it.
So much for being a good example of an alpha- Namjoon is not only helpless at home improvement- but helpless at flirting too.
Coming Monday, June 14th @ 5pm EST
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kimnjss · a day ago
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deductive reasoning
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— he has no idea who you are… up front, you’re sweet and innocent - but in reality you’re the exact opposite. running your own nsfw account, where your favorite topic is his hands.
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A/N: timestamps make sense throughout the fic. if u want to be added to the tag list, send me an ask! + if you’ve asked to be on my permanent taglist, you do not need to ask to be added to this one !!
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tbtssstuff · a day ago
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Operation: V.O.C || kth
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💋 Introduction
↣ Pairing: Virgin Nerd!Kim Taehyung x Popular!Reader
↣ Genre: Social media au
↣ Summary: You were never one to back down from a bet. When your friends found out Kim Taehyung was the only male virgin on campus, they dare you to try and sleep with him by the end of the school year. What you didn’t expect was to fall for the sweet dweeb.
An: I’m going to try to get back to posting.
Masterlist
-TJ/ TacoAdmin 🌮
Tag list: @babyboytae1 @3sriracha @daegubo1s @preciouschimine
If you want to be added to the tag list please feel free to ask! 💜
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namjoonxorg · a day ago
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Odd-Eyes and Oddities || Hoseok x Reader Part Twenty Eight (Happy Birthday)
“And above all, watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you because the greatest secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely places. Those who don’t believe in magic will never find it.” ― Roald Dahl
Previous || Next ➤
Taglist: @vixsynsblog @whobuilthemoon @luv-u-2-death @irenebutfancier @iamscharene @preciouschimine @darkskin-buttercup @aj-kyrn
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starjoon · a day ago
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BTS EIGHTH ANNIVERSARY.
WHERE ITS BTS DAY AND
THEY CANT STOP CRYING.
tw; a LOT of fluff. I really pulled my poetry here oml
“I suppose your my galaxy but yet I’m your universe. Your my brightest star in the galaxy because your my one and only. We’ll meet again in new universes but that can’t be true because your my galaxy too. You’re the one who’s there and I’m the one who dares; too love and too live while I’m at it too. I’ve gotta be here for you even in another life time too. Because you’d be there and I hope I will be too. I live so I love, to be there! Our last wave, my love! I love you!” The words of Kyogo Shinsua echoed around the house that was owned by the other seven now, sobbing males. Yoongi sobbed harder as they all rewatched there last Love Yourself concert. As army’s screamed and cried in the crowd Namjoon wrapped his arms around Kyogo’s waist.
“For our star, Kyogo! Because we are not seven when we are with you, my everything, my blood sweat and tears, we’re taking over.” Jungkook’s voice echoed around the studio and Kyo giggled as Yoongi rolled his eyes at Koo once more.
Now this was love.
Where every album has been about the same girl for nearly eight years and yet they have never felt so sure that this was love.
Because it was love, obsession just made it better.
Right?
STARJOON, the yandere writer.
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sevenpersona · 2 days ago
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PSA: I’m not a lawyer so none of this is accurate!!! This is a crack fic, not to be taken very seriously at all. idk if lawyers can go to jail for letting their clients lie on stand + actively encouraging and helping fabricate the clients lie!
Based off/inspired by this tweet:
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Summary: Kim Seokjin while a good lawyer sometimes has bad days and can’t help his frustration. Or Jeon Jungkook while being cross examined can’t keep his story straight as he keeps getting flustered by the good looking prosecutor. Min Yoongi just wants to go home and take a nap.
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Kim Seokjin has had a great many of cases during his three years of being a lawyer but never before had he wanted to retire. Being renowned as Jin the great and handsome lawyer has gotten him a lot of high profile hard cases in the past, that were easy enough to get thrown out of court. However he has never encountered a case where his client had gotten so flustered when faced with a dimpled prosecutor!
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Jeon Jungkook was used to being accused of things as a young aspiring artist. Being hot? Sure. A good artist? Absolutely! A thief?? …Possibly. What could he say! He was poor and in need of supplies necessary to finish a commissioned artwork in order to pay his rent or face being evicted in the middle of winter!
“Lawyer Kim, what can you do to make sure I’m not convicted of this crime!” Jungkook pleaded
“Listen here and listen well Mr Jeon” Jin spoke hastily “I’m only taking this case as a favour to a friend so this is how it’s going to go…..”
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Judge Min Yoongi was tired. It was always the same boring petty theft cases that left him wanting to doze off if the middle of court. At least Hobi was on as one of the guards today. Maybe he would want to go out for coffee again he mused.
Prosecutor Kim Namjoon was sick and tired of getting these low level cases. They weren’t intellectually challenging at all! He longed for a high profile, high stakes case that he could put his all into, that would actually make a difference in the community.
The court proceeding had just begun and while Jin knew Jungkook was guilty, he also knew that the story he helped Jungkook fabricate was foolproof. It left no room for error.
“Mr Jeon Jungkook. Please step up to the stand to recount the series of events you had encountered the night of June 13th” Judge Min ordered.
Jungkook had recounted what had transpired the night of the robbery without a hitch. All he had to do was survive cross examination without cracking.
“Prosecutor Kim. You may begin cross examination” Judge Min decreed.
Jungkook was flustered. He wasn’t expecting the low deep voice that came from the prosecutor. Nor did he expect to see a hint of dimples. He stumbled over the story mixing the events up until there were so many holes in his account that his lawyer Kim Seokjin began to gape like a fish. The frustration was evident on Jin’s face.
“The prosecution is finished with the examination, Judge Min.” Namjoon proclaimed.
Namjoon couldn’t believe it. In all his years of working as a prosecutor, he had never seen such a solid account fall apart so quickly.
“The jury may adjourn to decide the guilt or innocence of the defendant” Judge Min dismissed.
The jury after a quick deliberation came to announce the verdict.
Juror number 1 stood up
“We decree that Mr Jeon Jungkook is guilty of one count of larceny. The Sentence for larceny is 1 Year, you will be eligible for parole in 6 months time”
Min Yoongi was relieved the case was almost concluded. He severely needed an iced americano. He motioned for the guards to collect the criminal.
“YAH! ARE YOU STUPID?” Jin raged “THE ACCOUNT I CREATED WAS FOOLPROOF! IT WAS IMPOSSIBLE TO MESS UP SO ROYALLY AND YET HERE WE ARE!!!”
Yoongi paused as he realised what lawyer Kim Seokjin had yelled in frustration at his client for everyone in court to hear.
“Lawyer Kim as you have confessed to being complicit in your clients fabricated account, you will be suspended from performing the act of law and are thereby sentence to 6 months in Jail!”
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royallyjoon · 2 days ago
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nephilim (six)
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you know where the cred goes 💙
cult au, supernatural creature au
yandere! bts x f! reader
warnings: yandere themes, violence, manipulation, death/murder, mentions of torture
a month has passed since you first encountered the Kims, and “deja vu” has never felt quite so fitting a term for your situation. one day you were going through the motions, experiencing daily life, but somewhere along the way, the rhythm changed, and you found yourself dancing to the tune of a different drum. the atmosphere is tumultuous and ichabod is out for blood--no matter whether it’s yours or someone else’s. as the beat pounds faster and faster, you can’t help but wonder; will you conquer the dance, or will you find yourself lost in the movements?
a/n: (casually returns from the dead) hello, all of you beautiful peoples! i just wanted to pop in and thank you all so, so much for all of the love and enthusiasm nephilim has received! i’m so happy y’all are just as excited about the story as i am! every time i get a notification from one of you lovely folks, i am overcome with gratitude. y’all are really sweet and creative, and i absolutely adore reading your messages and reactions! i can’t thank you enough! <3<3
i apologize if the story feel rushed, and i hope that you all enjoy this latest chapter! without further ado, happy reading~ love, ati
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It had been raining all morning.
The only source of light in the living room came from the floor to ceiling windows, the dreary weather casting a grey shadow on everything. The overcast clouds, as a result, gave the space a very dim appearance.
One which seemed to perfectly suit the current atmosphere of the household.
Taehyung sat on the long, gray couch in the downstairs living room, absentmindedly blowing hair out of his face as he watched water slide down the glass.
He and his brothers had been terribly disheartened after the past week. 
So much so, that Moonsik and Eunbyul took extra care to stay out of their way in fear of getting caught and inadvertently facing their wrath. 
In addition to visiting (Y/N) to ensure her well-being, they needed time for themselves to cope with the sight of her laying on her hospital bed, covered in bandages and hooked up to machines.
They needed time to cope with the fact that they almost lost her.
To an Augustus dog, no less.
Even after seeing her and how well she was faring in person, their mood had not changed. Each of them were stuck thinking the exact same thing:
How could I have let others harm her to that extent?
Ever since, they had been stuck in various states. 
They experienced periods of numbness, bouts of overwhelming anger, or misery so suffocating it left some of them unable to speak.
Jimin slumped down the stairs, side-eyeing Taehyung before joining him on the couch. 
The younger brother wordlessly draped himself over Jimin’s lap. The elder lifted his arms to make room for him, then rested his hands on his back. 
He held his phone in one hand, distractedly swiping through some form of social media that could hardly hold his attention, the other busy playing with Taehyung’s hair.
Jungkook came downstairs next, a handheld gaming device in his hand. He spotted the two and situated himself on the other side of Jimin, making himself comfortable on the couch.
And so it went for the next several minutes; one by one, the brothers, previously scattered in several different locations in the house, started to drift to one another.
Hoseok and Yoongi padded downstairs, dejected frowns prominent on their face. They seated themselves on one of the settees across from their younger siblings, distracting themselves with their phones.
Seokjin came downstairs next, his brows furrowed in silent annoyance. He glanced at the living room, then the kitchen, then back to the living room. 
With his shoulders hunched, he ignored his original path and joined them. He picked up a book next to the armchair, probably something discarded by one of his younger siblings, and flipped through the pages with a sigh.
Namjoon descended last, his jaw clenched in frustration, and glanced toward the living room with an icy stare. This look softened, however, when he saw his brothers.
They all looked up at him as he entered. 
Any and all animosity they may have had toward him for his actions, or lack thereof, disappeared after he had healed from Seokjin’s punishment. 
As such, when he joined the eldest on the other settee, the other felt no need to exchange words. He simply wrapped an arm around Namjoon and pulled the younger into his shoulder.
Why they were feeling so despondent, they weren’t sure. They had achieved every thing they aimed to. 
They kept you safe. 
They were days away from reprimanding the Augustuses. 
They had finally captured your attention in the way they aspired to, as well as received your genuine thanks and appreciation.
They had accomplished so much.
Yet they still did not have you or your love.
When the truth of that fact hit them, they could only seek comfort from the people who understood their longing the most.
The silence wasn’t uncomfortable. They had the whistling wind outside, the soft pitter patter of the rain against the window, and the sound of each other’s breathing.
Nevertheless, as with all good things, the peace came to an end.
“I miss her.”
It was Jungkook who broke the quiet. 
He slowly lowered his gaming console, revealing his weary, brown doe eyes. “I really, really miss her.”
“Come now, Jungkook ah.” Seokjin started, using his practiced, light-hearted tone. “It’s only been a couple of days since we last saw her.”
Namjoon looked up at the eldest through his eyelashes, knowing just how skilled he was with comforting his siblings. For despite his playful tone, Seokjin’s hand trembled a bit where it rested on his shoulder.
“A couple of days too long.” Taehyung grumbled into Jimin’s lap. He lifted his head and turned it to the side, looking at the four sitting across from them. 
“I know we’ve asked this question too often, but how long are we going to have to wait until we have her by our side?” Jungkook continued, moving a piece of hair away from his eyes. 
Not for the first time, the room silenced at this question. 
Usually, Namjoon would be able to use his knowledge and confidence in the plan, his plan, to answer Jungkook’s question. 
That same confidence, however, had been thoroughly shattered after recent events. 
He’d learned his lesson well. 
“You’re impatient. That will only set us further back.” Yoongi answered for him, stating this in a calm, irrefutable tone. 
Namjoon had spent the past couple of hours wracking his brain to try and see where he went wrong.
All he’d wanted was for (Y/N) to choose them willingly. 
Forcing her into their arms would amount to nothing but pain. He could already picture both Jimin and Jungkook’s tears as they clung to each other while she endured her own form of punishment for speaking out against them.
As cruel as he knew he was, he wouldn’t wish that on their angel.
Not unless it was absolutely necessary.
Where did his options leave him, then? Leave them?
The seven sat in their melancholic state for a long while. It was rare moment whenever they were openly vulnerable with one another; still, they couldn’t help but blame themselves for the trials (Y/N) had been through.
They may as well have pushed her off Lorne’s Ledge themselves, and that tore at a piece of each of them.
Consoling one another with their presence, they fell into a contemplative stillness, ears tuned into the drumming of the rain against the window.
A violent chill ran through each of them, however, as their tranquility was shattered by the aggravated screams of a certain teenager, her voice ringing out from several floors below the main building of the Kim family estate.
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You sighed as you sat in your mother’s car, blearily looking at the trees whooshing by.
Your wrists and arms were free of their bandages, but your head and chest still needed to be covered and properly cared for. Your head would be healed in a couple more days, but your ribs needed weeks to heal, at most.
Your doctor and nurses were strangely protective of you, wanting to keep you for more time, but you insisted you felt well enough to leave--you had missed enough school and didn’t want to prolong the pure shit storm that would be your return to classes. 
Thus, the hospital discharged you.
When you handed in your papers, the people at the front desk surprised both you and your mother when they informed you that the bill was completely covered by the Kims.
After you left the hospital, she dropped Mana off at home, and the two of you entered for a short while to greet and catch up with their father.
You almost fell asleep at their house, but they gently shook you awake, claiming your mother had called for you and that it was time to leave.
Now, as you sat in the front seat, the heater was on low and blowing directly in your face, making you incredibly sleepy.
Considering how outside of having people come visit you, all you did was watch TV or sleep, your inner clock needed time to regulate itself on properly functioning in the day time once more.
Unfortunately, no one around you wanted to give you the time you needed.
“We could have come any other day, Mom.” You spoke softly, your voice a little raspy, eyes trailing a water droplet as it made its way down the windows and collected more of its friends. “They would absolutely understand if I wanted to take a day or two off to rest.”
Your mother had decided that a proper visit to the Kim mansion was in order to thank them.
Her fists were white as she clenched onto the steering wheel, and you weren’t sure whether it was due to fear or her own resolve. “And risk them calling us impertinent? Or claim that we took the small liberties and praise they gave us and ran with it? You don’t understand how these people work, (Y/N). I’m not taking any chances. I spoke with Mrs. Kim on the phone, and we’re fine to come over.”
“Ma, I’m tired,” you complained, borderline whining. “The other day, you were ready to sneak me out of town. Now you’re delivering me right to Kim Moonsik’s doorstep.”
“Sleep, then.” She deadpanned, decidedly ignoring the last part of your statement. “I’ll wake you up when we get there.”
“That’s nothing and you know it.” You muttered. “Besides, I don’t feel like making a habit of sleeping there. That’s already happened more than I wanted it to.”
She sighed. “Listen. I’ll handle talking to Mrs. Kim. After you say your thanks, I’ll ask her if you can excuse yourself to rest. She’s a kind woman, I’m sure she’ll have no problem with it. The visit will be over before you know it.”
She paused for a few seconds, then turned her head to look at you before going back to the road. “...What do you mean make a habit of sleeping there?”
You groaned, lightly hitting your head against the window. “Nothing.”
You couldn’t even bat an eye as she drove through the forest path, the ride so familiar to you now.
She approached the gate and pulled down the mirror above her head, re-checking her appearance. 
A few minutes later, Driver Bin appeared from the garage and opened the gate. 
She greeted him with a nod and smile as he did so, then drove into her usual spot.
You sighed again as she shut the car off and pressed your eyes closed before opening them again.
Hopefully, this visit would be a short one.
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Just as Namjoon was prepared to share his new thoughts with his brothers, he heard the tell-tale shuffling of a pair of slippers making their way down the stairs.
There was only one other person currently in the house, and she had been strictly ordered not to disturb them. 
Clearly, she wasn’t intent on heeding their words today.
The sight of her out the corner of his eye only made him angrier.
The nude slippers Mrs. Kim wore made them all think of your slippers at the door, discarded and untouched for at least a week and a half. As a result, it only made them feel worse.
Seokjin audibly clicked his tongue and Hoseok rolled his eyes.
Their moodiness combined with the sudden appearance of Mrs. Kim would only result in a vicious lashing out, and Namjoon didn’t have the energy to deal with that today.
There must’ve been a hell of an important issue for Eunbyul to be openly defying their instructions. 
Unfortunately, he couldn’t care enough at the moment.
Without another word, Namjoon rose from the settee and beelined for the hallway. 
When he reached the entrance, he met his brothers’ eyes and tilted his head in the direction of the room.
Jungkook followed him first, then Jimin and Taehyung, with Hoseok, Yoongi, and Seokjin coming last.
They crowded into the room where you had crashed your first visit there. 
The bed hadn’t been touched since, and Jungkook vaulted onto it, pressing his face into the pillow. Your smell was long-gone, but the memory of you being here made him smile.
Jimin and Taehyung immediately pounced on him, tickling him and trying to shove him out the way to get on the bed. He squawked in surprise and retaliated, and before long, the three were a pile of limbs and laughter on the bed.
The others watched them with small smiles, their mood having lightened considerably, just by being reminded of you.
Once they calmed down, the six turned to Namjoon with inquisitive stares.
“What is it that you were trying to tell us?” Hoseok asked, leaning up against the bedpost.
“I’ve been debating our options,” he stated, palms clasped in front of him as if he were giving a huge speech, “and I’ve come to the conclusion that there may need to be some adjustments made to the plan.”
Half of his brothers’ eyes narrowed and their other half rolled. Before they could erupt into arguments, he lifted his hands placatingly. “That’s a strong hypothetical. However, it should not be discarded as an option.”
“The entire reason for making this plan was to find a way for (Y/N) to willingly choose us, yes?” Namjoon asked. They nodded curtly.
“Perhaps that was the mistake.” He said, his jaw clenching once more.
He went on to continue to explain his thought process and watched as realization dawned in each of his brothers’ eyes.
They continued their discussion for a while, but were interrupted when a soft knock sounded on the door.
The room silenced immediately and Namjoon’s frown deepened.
What did she not comprehend about leaving them to their own devices? Surely, this woman was not trying to end her life today? 
Yet, surprisingly, the knock sounded again.
Taehyung sneered at the door and Yoongi scowled in annoyance.
With a few quick steps, Namjoon swung the door open, prepared to end Eunbyul’s life right then and there, deal or no deal.
Imagine his surprise when he saw you, covered in bandages, standing behind the door.
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The moment Mrs. Kim opened the door, she cried out in shock.
Although she was very happy to see the both of you, she ushered you inside, barely giving you enough time to remove your shoes and toe on your nude pair of slides.
Finally, you and your mother were situated in the living room, and the both of you bowed to express your sincere thanks.
“The doctors at the hospital told us that you and Mr. Kim took care of (Y/N)’s hospital bill. I genuinely can’t thank you enough.” You and your mother lifted your heads.
As always, Mrs. Kim waved off her thanks with a soft grin of her own. “Absolutely no worries, (M/N). We should do all that we can in order to help each other.” She extended a hand out to you and you accepted it, carefully moving from the couch to join her on the settee.
She cradled your cheek in one hand, gazing down at you with a soft smile. “I’m just so grateful Taehyung found (Y/N) and brought her to you in time.”
You smiled slightly as you nodded in thanks.
There you sat, fiddling with your fingers on the couch as the older women spoke. You tuned in and out of their conversation, listening as your mom went over the list of your injuries and everything the doctors had to say. Mrs. Kim covered her mouth in shock, nodding along to every word. Now and then, she pressed you in her side and gently squeezed you in a sympathetic hug.
While you appreciated her and her concern, you felt just about ready to drop. For a moment, you feared that your mother wasn’t going to make good on her promise.
In that case, you would have no choice but to fall asleep on the couch, next to Mrs. Kim, right then and there, out of sheer spite.
Fortunately, your mother noticed the way you were rocking back and forth in your spot and asked if there was another place where you could get some rest.
Mrs. Kim smiled with a nod, pointing you in the direction of a familiar hallway. “We have a guest room available on the first floor. Please, feel free to recuperate there.”
“Do you want me to go with you, (Y/N)?” Your mother asked worriedly, putting her bag to the side. You shook your hands.
“It’s okay, I know the way. I’ll go. Thank you, I hope you both have a lovely chat.” You bowed slightly, then turned, waiting to succumb into the sweet, sweet arms of sleep.
When you arrived at the door, however, it was closed.
Well then.
You couldn’t go around the Kim mansion opening doors as though you lived there. 
So you knocked.
Silence.
You waited for a bit and knocked again, eagerly hoping that the room was empty.
Then, just as you went to turn the knob, the door swung open, and you were met with the irate gaze of Kim Namjoon.
He was not the only one, either. For whatever reason, all seven brothers were stationed at different points in the room.
And they all looked furious.
You jerked your hand back away from the door and stepped back, cursing yourself in your head for being so stupid.
Clearly, you nearly walked in on an important, highly personal meeting.
“I’m sorry-”
You should’ve just fallen asleep in the living room.
The moment Namjoon laid eyes on you, however, his gaze softened. “(Y/N)?”
“(Y/N)?” Several rounds of your name sounded out from behind the door and Namjoon stepped back, giving you room to enter.
You peeked inside.
Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook waved at you excitedly from the bed, trapped in an awkward pile of limbs.
Jin and Yoongi grinned from their armchairs, and Hoseok winked at you from his position leaning against the bedpost.
...Where had all of their hostility gone?
“We didn’t know you were coming over, (Y/N)!” Jungkook cheered. “You should have told us in advance, we could have prepared a bunch of fun stuff for you!”
Jimin, on the other hand, de-tangled himself from his siblings. “What are you doing out of bed?” He asked incredulously. “You’re still covered in bandages--come in, come in!”
He took you by the fingers rather than your injured wrist and gently tugged you inside the room. The moment you were across the threshold, Namjoon closed the door once more.
You smiled at all of them, relieved by the fact that they didn’t seem to be mad at you.
Namjoon, Taehyung, and Jungkook swore they felt something inside of them melt at that moment, relieved by the fact that you were still showing them a genuine smile.
Jin, Yoongi, and Hoseok couldn’t seem to take their eyes off you--specifically, off the jewelry that you still wore.
“Yeah, I just got discharged from the hospital,” you said, following Jimin’s lead to perch on the bed. Taehyung and Jungkook scrambled back to comfortably leave you enough room. “After my mom dropped Mana off at home, we headed here to thank you. For finding and saving me, and for footing the bill.”
“I told you, you don’t need to thank us for little things like that, (Y/N).” Taehyung said. “We’d do it again in a heartbeat.”
His words were followed by a chorus of agreements and you ducked your head in a nod. 
Little things? 
You laughed a bit. “Still, I really appreciate it. I really appreciate all of you for everything you’ve done.”
Rather than the angry, intimidating bunch they had appeared as before, the seven beamed in pride.
They were almost childlike. Your lip twitched at the thought.
The room stayed in a comfortable silence after the statement and you wanted to make yourself more comfortable on the bed. You tried to pull yourself up to the headboard in order to lean up against the pillows, but winced when your wrists throbbed in protest.
Jungkook saw your attempt and shook his head. “You shouldn’t be moving your wrists like that, you’ll hurt them further. Excuse me for a second-”
You yelped as he slid a hand under your back, lifting you and dropping you into your desired position.
“Thanks...” you laughed nervously, looking anywhere but at him.
Jin chuckled. “I think you should go back to the hospital and get some more rest, (Y/N). Your eyes have more bags than Yoongi’s.”
The second oldest made no comment as his brothers snickered. He simply crossed his arms, as if not owning up the statement but not outright denying it either.
You gave a chuckle of your own. “I know...my mother wanted to properly thank Mrs. Kim, though. I came in here to take a nap, but I didn’t know you’d all be here, too.”
“Don’t mind us!” Jimin cheered. “Please, sleep if you need to!”
“It’s not like you haven’t before, right?” Jungkook quipped.
Your mouth gaped open as five of them chuckled. Jin raised his eyebrows, looking at his brothers expectantly. 
“Her first time visiting the house, (Y/N) fell asleep in the car.” Namjoon explained before you could stop him.
The eldest two guffawed.
“It wasn’t that funny. I was really tired,” You spoke in your defense, pouting slightly at Jungkook. You teased him with your tone. “I can’t believe you would use that against me! I thought we were friends.”
His eyes widened and he turned to you, fearful that he did something wrong. “Of course we’re friends, (Y/N)! I didn’t mean it, I was just joking.”
You giggled slightly. “I was just joking too, Jungkook, no worries. Though…”
He tilted his head, waiting for the rest of your sentence.
“…If you want to make it up to me, how about we play some of those video games you suggested last time?” You smiled softly.
No sooner than the last part of the sentence left your mouth, Jungkook was up and racing out the room. You blinked, smiling at how excited he was.
Once Jungkook returned, the eight of you enjoyed the rest of your time together, playing video games well into the afternoon. 
You couldn’t get enough of how competitive they were, and you had all of them worried when you bent over in laughter, clutching your midsection from when Yoongi accidentally tipped the TV over, causing it to shut off in the middle of Jin’s game, and his resulting cry.
You hadn’t even realized it, but at some point in the late afternoon, your body gave out and you succumbed, falling asleep right on the bed. 
The boys tucked you under the blanket, endearing looks etched onto their faces.
Jimin’s heart nearly broke when it was time to wake you for dinner; you just didn’t want to get up. 
When you finally did, however, your confused, sleepy face and actions stole a piece of each of their hearts.
Eunbyul urged your mother into the kitchen and walked into the living room, cleaning up the seats a bit. She didn’t question anything when she saw the eight of you walk out from the hallway into the salon. 
For the first time in a week, none of the boys were threatening her with a glare or physical threat. She would relish in the moment as long as possible, even if it was at your expense.
And you were fine. How could you not be, when you had their protection?
You and your mother enjoyed a lovely homemade dinner at the Kim residence that night, one where the atmosphere was even better because Mayor Kim stayed overtime at work and wasn’t going to be able to make it.
By the time you climbed back into the passenger’s seat of your mother’s car, it was considerably late into the night. You tilted your head against the window, a small smile on your face.
Your mother examined your expression and put the car into drive, turning past the gate.
“So? Was it as bad as you thought?” She hummed.
You looked out the window, watching as the trees and their shadows whisked by.
“No, Mom. I actually don’t think it was.”
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Never had you started a Monday quite like this one.
The day you had been dreading finally arrived.
After nine days of bedrest, you were heading back into the battlefield, but not as a normal, respected citizen. 
This time, you were coming back as a living example. The latest Chance Pierre, if you will, but with more drastic circumstances.
Inside, you felt horrible. Your head injury had healed over the weekend, but you still had hordes of bandages wrapped around your midsection, hidden by your uniform shirt and a practical school-issued crewneck.
As if your injuries weren’t enough to make you feel sick, today made one month since the last town meeting. This had no doubt felt like the longest month of your life, and the thought of seeing Mayor Kim and those bright, purple flames tonight, again, made you ill.
Nonetheless, that was a problem for later. Right now, you focused all your efforts on mentally preparing yourself for school.
People would look at you and wince, whispering about how lucky you were to have survived crossing paths with Aemilia Augustus herself.
You didn’t want their pity. You didn’t want their understanding. You just wanted to live life as you always had: by being invisible.
The smaller, more cynical part of yourself sneered inside you, chiming in that that would no longer be possible. 
You were determined to make it work all the same.
You waved goodbye to your mother, sighing as she pulled away from the curb. You had convinced her to drive in later than usual so as to avoid the rushing morning crowd. This left you standing all by yourself outside the tall, gray walls of the academy in the early morning.
You turned and looked at the squares of light the fluorescents inside cast onto the ashen concrete. With a heavy sigh, you shouldered your bag, lifted your head, and walked toward the entrance.
Right before you went to pull the door open, another hand grabbed yours and you jumped. You shifted to meet their gaze, only to find Jungkook, with a hesitant bunny smile on his face.
“Oh, Jungkook. You scared me,” You sighed in relief, giving him a small smile in return. “Good morning.”
“Morning, (Y/N).” He said, smile slipping as he took in your appearance. “...Are you alright?”
You nodded, taking your hand back. “I’m okay! I’m all cleared. Got approval from my doctors and everything. Still wearing some bandages, but I’ll be fine.”
“That’s great-”
“(Y/N)!”
Jungkook was interrupted by his older brother, running up to the two of you with a boxy grin on his face.
Taehyung looked as though he was going to tackle you in a hug, but then thought better of it and settled for ruffling your hair. “It’s good to see you around school again!”
You smiled. “Thanks.”
“Good morning, (Y/N)!” You heard a familiar voice say as he approached you from behind. You turned and greeted Jimin as well.
“Looks like the whole gang’s here,” you noted, craning your neck and spying Namjoon and Hoseok not too far behind him. “You’re all usually in the building by now—why are you walking in so late? Did something happen?”
“We had to take care of a couple things last minute.” Taehyung said coolly, throwing an arm over Jungkook’s shoulder. “Driver Bin just dropped us off.”
“(N/N)!”
Six heads whipped around at the voice and, in the small space between Hoseok and Namjoon in front of you, you saw Mana skipping up to you all.
They squirmed their way between the barrier the boys had managed to form and gently looped their right arm through your left. “Hey! Thank Wylynne you’re back, this week was so boring without you.”
Praise the moon goddess for your schedule-challenged best friend.
You smiled at them, nuzzling your nose into theirs. “You just didn’t have anyone to copy homework off of anymore, you don’t have to lie.”
They gasped at the accusation. “How could you say such a thing! It’s not my fault my seat mate isn’t as smart as you are.” You burst into laughter.
As they jokingly tore into you, they sent you a knowing look, subtly gesturing to the Kims.
You shared a quick glance with them, assuring Mana that you were fine.
You weren’t, but you would be. It was probably just the nerves.
Yes, you wanted to be a more open person around the Kims in thanks for all they’d done. That did not, however, mean that you or your feelings were suddenly going to change overnight.
It would be a struggle, no doubt, to suddenly open up to those who everyone  actively avoids away from, but you were determined to at least try.
You values are conflicting, the cynical part of you taunted once more. You can’t want to lay low and resume your normal life but simultaneously treat the Kims as friends. Look at where that got you before.
You shuddered, resisting the urge to smack your brain in order to get yourself to shut up.
Interestingly enough, the brothers were too busy sharing glances with one another to focus on the two of you. Their eyes glistened with something volatile, but one sharp look from the eldest and they got themselves under control.
Once your conversation ended, Namjoon opened the door and walked in, Hoseok following behind him. You intended to wait behind them with Mana, but Jimin took the door and held it open with a smile.
“By all means, best friends first.”
“Oh.”
What was that faint exploding sound in the back of your head?
Ah, right. 
It was the familiar, devastating sound of the end of your well-earned reputation and Ichabod Academy’s rumor mill detonating, all at once.
Here goes nothing.
“...Thanks.” You smiled at him and steeled your nerves, then entered the building.
Considering how close you were cutting it to class time, the hallways should have been empty. You should have been able to separate from Mana and the boys, make it to your locker, collect your books, and head to class without a problem.
That’s what should have happened.
Instead, a chilling sight greeted you once you stepped into the main corridor.
A crowd of students stood in front of the school bulletin board, looking at yet another missing poster.
What disturbed you, however, was the fact that it had your name and picture on it.
You took this in with a sharp breath.
Someone even went so far as to cross red x’s over your eyes.
You heard Mana mumbling curses under their breath, but you could hardly focus on them when, all of a sudden, hundreds of the student body’s eyes were on you.
You kept your eyes facing forward, even as you heard the start of those cursed whispers. If Mana heard anything especially unpleasant, they made sure to send the person a nasty scowl.
“She came back from the dead-!”
“They’re probably putting her on special watch for the ceremony.”
“How much do you want to bet that there won’t be much left of her after tonight?”
One look from the Kims, however, and the students silenced in a heartbeat.
Jimin stepped up on your right side, shielding you from their line of sight. He leaned toward you and quickly whispered into your ear:
“Don’t let them distract you, (Y/N). Compared to you, they are nothing.”
He gave you what you assumed was meant to be an assuring look.
Having your suspicions of Jimin and his brothers’ opinions of your peers being confirmed, however, did not work to calm you as he’d hoped. 
In fact, it only made you panic more, and rethink all of the decisions you’d made this weekend.
Nonetheless, you kept your expression blank and kept on walking.
Namjoon and Hoseok took the lead and, without missing a beat, you smoothly stepped forward with Jimin and Mana on either side, Jungkook and Taehyung taking up the rear.
All of a sudden, you were brought back to the feeling of walking to lunch with Jimin that day. The underlying power you felt as students rushed out of your way, communing with one another about you with their hands over their mouths. At the time, it’d been uncomfortable. Volatile. 
Now, however, you couldn’t feel anything. You shut down your senses, not wanting to pick up any of the social stressors the current situation was giving you, or anything any outsider would say about you, only for it to hang over your head for the rest of the day.
That small, cynical part of you returned, making you feel as though you’ve seen a formation like this before.
It wasn’t until you accidentally made eye contact with someone near the crowd of students, that you realized.
Brooklyn Hayes stood a little ways apart from the rest of the student body, Constance Pierre by her side. The blonde still looked slightly skittish, but much better now than she had in the weeks prior. Brooklyn raised an eyebrow at you, and you swore you saw the corner of her lip twitch at the irony of it all.
It wasn’t until you turned your head to the side and caught the gaze of Jimin, who smirked at you, that you felt it.
The hierarchy of Ichabod Academy was shifting.
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You hated it. 
Everywhere you went, people muttered about the shocking outcome of your grand “battle” with the Augustus princess. The stories being spun about the entire thing could’ve won creative writing contests.
Some of the students figured you took the week off in an attempt to cover up for your convenient disappearance from Ichabod. 
Others said you escaped from the brink of death and fought Aemilia, only returning to school once you were victorious. 
There were even some who said that you managed to summon Wylynne herself and convinced her to give Aemilia her due divine retribution.
By homeroom, students who were “supporting” you in those two weeks prior to your...incident...were exchanging bets with those who were backing Aemilia. 
You were not used to being the center of attention, and definitely not in the way that you were receiving it now.
Someone even stopped you between classes, trying to interview you for an article in the school paper. 
“Small time, little known family girl abolishes small town royalty.”
It was not as though anyone really liked Aemilia, or even felt bad for her. It was simply the way things were. She was one of the people at the top and everyone else, wasn’t.
According to even more rumors, no one had seen her since Friday. 
Brooklyn and Constance hardly knew anything, either, given their huge argument. If they heard any rumors out of Aemilia’s favor, they didn’t defend her, but they didn’t say anything about the rumors that supported you, either. 
The environment was turbulent. 
The queen bee goes missing over the weekend, and you coincidentally return, entering the school with the Kims after receiving an unofficial omen of death. 
It didn’t take long for people to put the puzzle pieces together.
Despite the fact that, to you, they were collecting pieces for a puzzle that didn’t exist.
The lunch bell rang and you couldn’t find the energy in you to move from where you sat, head slumped over onto your folded arms, resting on your desk. 
There was little point in focusing on a Geometry lesson when everyone, yourself included, was busy pondering your chances for survival tonight.
Next to you, Jimin tried to peer into your eyes from under your arms, tilting his head until it was below his desk to meet your gaze. “(Y/N)?”
You met his gaze and looked away but didn’t budge, letting out a heavy sigh.
Mana clapped loudly in front of you. “Alright. Enough of this mopey attitude. You did nothing wrong, (Y/N). It’s not your fault that no one in the school can hang onto their common sense.”
Their snippy tone softened by a multitude and they continued. “I know you skipped breakfast this morning like the nervous wreck you are. Let’s go to lunch so you can get something to eat. Then we can come back here and you do whatever you want. How does that sound?”
You pondered their request.
“They’re right, (Y/N).” Jimin joined in, his voice low and comforting. “I’m familiar with what you’re going through. The rumors will die down eventually but you don’t have to worry, we’ll be with you every step of the way.”
As much as you didn’t want to move, you could hardly refuse such a logical argument. Besides, having them with you would make the entire experience that much easier to deal with.
You slowly sat up, now relieved by how quickly your classmates had left the room, and nodded. 
Before you could reach for your bag, Jimin grinned and took it for you, then walked off toward the door. He waited for Mana to drag you up and out the room and you smiled slightly at him in thanks.
When the three of you reached the cafeteria doors, you found Jungkook leaning casually up against a wall, paying no mind to Taehyung, who paced restlessly in front of him. Jungkook waved at you all with a smile, causing his brother to turn around.
Taehyung grinned. “You guys kept us waiting! I’m starved--let’s go!” 
Before you could say anything, he shimmied himself between you and Jimin, locked arms with you, and pulled you into the cafeteria. 
If the staring was bad the last time the five of you had lunch together, this time was astronomically worse. 
The room fell dead silent and stayed that way, even as you walked to your regular table and took your seats.
You shifted uncomfortably under the weight of everyone’s gazes, wanting to eat without being scrutinized, and hoped that chatter would pick back up again soon.
It did. 
But only because Brooklyn and Constance were heading in your table’s direction.
Mana sucked their teeth as the two approached. 
You noted that the brunette switched places with the blonde, making sure Constance was on the other side of her, closer to you and Mana, than to the boys.
That didn’t seem to make them feel any better about the interaction. You sent a quick glance in the males’ direction and shivered from how cold their gazes were, eyes locked onto Constance and Brooklyn.
You slid your eyes back toward the two and lifted a hand, waving halfheartedly at them. “Hey. Did you have another soda to ‘accidentally’ drop down my back or...?”
Mana snorted as Constance flinched. “No, no. We...we wanted to say we’re sorry about that, and all the other dumb things we did.” She spoke in a clipped tone, as if every other word was caught in her throat, but at least she apologized. 
Your friend scoffed. “You think your apology will suddenly make up for everything? You and you best friend bullied her for weeks. And if you couldn’t do it yourself, you found someone else to do it. But all of a sudden it’s okay?” They rolled their eyes. “If anything, I bet you two were the ones who put that missing poster up in the first place.”
Jimin and Taehyung narrowed their eyes at the accusation.
Constance’s eyes comically popped open and she shook her head and hands. “No, that wasn’t us! I promise!”
“She’s right,” The brunette confidently chimed in, “It was Aemilia. I saw her stay after school last last Friday.”
You stiffened.
“She looked as though she was coming from the roof, and she was walking toward the bulletin board with some papers in her hand. I didn’t try to follow her to see what was going on, though.”
“You could have taken it down.” Mana argued.
“We couldn’t have. You know the policy about removing missing posters from the board.” Brooklyn stated.
Mana was right, though. Knowing how often Brooklyn and Constance got away with anything and everything, they could have taken the poster down and it wouldn’t have made much of a difference to the school faculty. 
They glowered at the girls. 
Brooklyn pursed her lips. “We just wanted to clear the air and tell you that we’re no longer Aemilia’s...friends.” Her expression darkened. “That’s mostly what I wanted to talk to you about, anyway.”
You blinked. “...Really?”
“Yes.” Brooklyn tapped her nail against the back of her phone case, shifting around uncomfortably. “As unexpected as it was, you helped us bring the truth about Aemilia’s feelings and actions about us to light.” You noticed as the brunette curled her lip as she spoke the other girl’s name. 
The strawberry blonde’s regard for them must have been just as bad, if not worse, than you thought. 
“Thanks for telling it to us straight, I guess. If you hadn’t, it would’ve taken way longer for us to have realized. We...” She cast a quick glance to the three glowering brothers at your table and quickly focused back on you.
We might’ve been stuck wherever Aemilia is now, suffering with her. All for nothing.
“...It’s...something else...when someone you’ve treated poorly has your interests in mind more than someone you thought you were close with. And you didn’t have to do that at all. So yeah. Thanks.”
It wasn’t that Brooklyn was being ingenuine. She truly just wasn’t used to apologizing or owning up to her actions. 
Yet another thing she had grown comfortable with in Aemilia’s presence.
You shook your head. “It’s fine. What happened, happened. I wasn’t holding any grudges anyway.” You sent her a small smile.
“I’m glad that you two at least have each other as friends,” You said as you looked out at Mana, Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook. “They can make a world of a difference around here.”
The brothers preened at your praise, the irony of just how much of a difference they made on your life not lost on them. 
“...Yeah. They can.” Brooklyn held your gaze for a long while and nodded, before a small smile appeared on her face. “You know, you aren’t so bad, (L/N). Soda soaked or otherwise.”
She then took Constance’s hand and, without sparing a glance to anyone else in the cafeteria, they walked out.
You had been so caught up in this conversation that you hadn’t realized the impact it had on the rest of the student body. The moment the two left, even more puzzle pieces clicked into place in people’s minds.
Aemilia had lost the support of her posse because of some discovered truth. You were the one to help Brooklyn and Constance realize that. 
The Hayes and Pierre children treated you with something akin to....no, something that was, respect.
Indeed, the hierarchy of Ichabod Academy was shifting.
And somehow, (Y/N) (L/N) just found herself placed near the top.
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When Jimin came home that afternoon, he felt like he was floating on air.
Ever since lunch, he’d had a huge smile on his face. It hadn’t been washed away by the droll of afternoon classes or by anything his brothers said or did, much to their annoyance.
Any outsider would have assumed that something glorious would have happened in order to induce that cherubic smile. 
In fact, something glorious had happened.
He practically skipped into the living room, causing Seokjin and Yoongi to look up at him in curiosity as he threw his school bag down onto a settee. 
The second oldest scoffed with a small smirk on his face. “What’s got you so excited?”
Jimin sat down with a satisfied plop and informed them of what happened at lunch today, relishing in the memory.
He couldn’t stop replaying it in his mind. 
Aemilia’s lackeys came up to you, unprovoked, and apologized. 
Namjoon and Hoseok shook their heads as Taehyung and Jungkook jumped in with their own details, telling how they struggled to hold in their laughter at the sight of Constance shaking in her boots behind Brooklyn.
Yoongi’s smirk widened into a gummy grin and Seokjin’s eyes lit up with a proud, mischievous light.
Finally, you were starting to receive a glimpse of the respect and treatment that you were well deserving of. 
It was everything they’d wanted. 
Delightful chills went down Jimin’s back as he recalled the uninvolved expression on your face, the way you barely glanced at your peers, and kept your head high as you walked between them.
Rather than having the stench of Aemilia’s putrid perfume drifting around them, or the irritating sound of Brooklyn and Constance’s tittering follow behind them all day, they much preferred being surrounded by your quiet intensity.
Even though all the brats around them couldn’t stop talking today, not one of them dared to cross your path or violate your space like they had in the past weeks.
Couldn’t you see? 
What did it matter that you wanted to remain in hiding?
Things were better this way.
It seemed as though Namjoon’s plan was successful after all.
The boys felt much better in this moment than they had in the entire past week, their anxiety and helplessness curling away like the smoke of a dying flame.
To make matters even better, Moonsik and Eunbyul weren’t there to annoy them with their presence, considering how the two had been away from the house all day to prepare for the ceremony.
What could possibly make their day better?
The seven stilled as the piercing sound of chains rang out, rattling below them, loud and tempting.
Jimin’s eyes practically shone as he grinned.
He stood corrected. 
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Your knees couldn’t stop shaking.
You sat at the kitchen table as your mother stood over the stove, fresh out of work. The two of you were still in your respective uniforms and your mother was making dinner, trying to come up with a meal that would be able to sustain you both long enough for around midday tomorrow.
It was necessary to take your fill tonight, as hardly anyone was able to comfortably eat after witnessing the horrors that awaited you in the early morning.
But now, you were caught in quite a dilemma.
Your feet rested on the leg of your chair and it provided enough leverage for you to bounce your metatarsals up and down in worry.
You huffed quietly and dropped your phone on the table, offended by the fact that the device couldn’t properly do its job of distracting you, and leaned your head back against the top of the wooden chair.
The ceiling fan went around and around and around and around. You kept your eye on one particular panel as it circled, the rest of them passing like a blur outside of your vision. 
You tilted your head to the right, watching your mother’s back.
“Hey, Mom?” 
“Yes?” She responded, focusing her efforts on perfecting the meal.
“I love you.”
Your mother didn’t turn around but you could hear the frown in her voice. “Don’t say it like that. That’s so cryptic.”
You snorted at her response, a smile appearing on your face despite your worry. “What do you mean? I can say it how I’d like.”
She hummed disinterestedly and threw her head over her shoulder to reply, but caught the expression on your face. “What’s wrong?”
You met her gaze and shook your head, and she didn’t look like she was buying it. Thankfully, though, she didn’t question you any further.
You wouldn’t have known how to vocalize your concern. 
The fear that currently rested in the pit of your stomach was different than any usual fear you experienced the evening before a ceremony. 
Uncertainty crawled its way from your stomach up your throat and wrapped itself around your vocal chords, making you feel as though you’d choke if you tried to say anything else for the rest of the night.
“I love you too,” She stated after a while. It was quiet, but it was strong, and you smiled as those few words put you more at ease.
Looking back on this month, it was undoubtedly the strangest interval you had ever experienced.
You had suddenly started talking to and associating with people you normally don’t, and it felt like the usual order was thrown out of wack.
And something was going to have to happen to put things back in the proper order--whatever that was going to be, it was what you feared the most.
You’d had a terrible feeling at the pit of your stomach since this morning, and the day’s events only made you feel worse.
Sure, it was all well and good that Brooklyn and Constance apologized and wouldn’t be tormenting you anytime soon. But they didn’t apologize because they felt bad. They only did so because they were grateful to you for getting them away from Aemilia’s antics before they took the fall with her.
Yet who were you to have jurisdiction over their fate like that?
The sound of your mother clanking dishes onto the table broke you out of your thoughts, and even though you didn’t have much of an appetite, you forced yourself to eat.
After dinner, you allowed yourself a slight reprieve from your earlier thoughts. You took a shower, completed some of your missing assignments from the past week, read some books, scrolled through social media, and succeeded in trying to distract yourself from the inevitable.
Then, far too soon, you heard a knock at your door. 
Your mother opened it, already dressed in her ivory gown, and gave you the look.
Without another word, you stood from your bed and removed your pajamas, changing into the white dress that had been hanging on your closet door since earlier this afternoon.
You left your phone charging on your pillow and met up with your mother by the front door. She had already retrieved your cloaks from her closet.
She looked you in the eye as she took your hand in hers, giving it a tight squeeze. You locked eyes with her and nodded.
The door unlocked and swung open.
Then, the two of you were off.
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The forest was alive at night.
Wind whistled around tree trunks, causing the branches and leaves to sway to their own rhythm. Every shift made shadows dart in and out of your vision and you hiked your dress up higher. 
Shadows always made you feel like the forest was hunting you.
Your mother’s grip on your hand tightened, bringing you back to reality. She held you tightly as if she could tell you were ready to sprint out the forest at any moment.
For your sake and hers, she would never let you.
The earth squelched beneath your feet, the ground still wet from the bouts of rain over the weekend. 
The monotonous dripping from the leaves and your slow footsteps caused your mind to drift away once more, and you couldn’t help but remember the last time you were here.
The cold press of the gun into your back.
The numbness in your wrists from the ropes.
The ache in your ribs and head from the several hits you’d received.
You winced, pressing your free hand to your forehead. Your mother cast you a worried glance but you ignored her, letting your hand drop back down to your side.
The trees began to separate as their branches sneaked toward the sky, indicating that the two of you were nearing your destination.
Without realizing, your breathing had quickened. You tried gathering as much air into your lungs as possible, and found none there.
Your hands shook.
Your mother pulled you aside and threw her cloak onto the ground before pulling you down to sit on it. You did just that, resting your back against a random tree trunk.
She cradled your cheeks in her hands and carefully kneeled in front of you, making sure you were looking at her. 
She softly spoke.
“(Y/N). You haven’t been feeling well since this afternoon.” She moved her hands, resting them on your shoulder, her grip strong but caring. “But you have nothing to worry about. This is a night just like any other. You are going to come out of this perfectly fine.”
She waited with you until she couldn’t any longer. 
Thankfully, air flowed back into your lungs and your breathing soon returned to normal. You tightly squeezed her hand in silent thanks.
You made your way down the path, pausing as you reached the edge of the clearing.
The moon was bright tonight as well.
Your mother shook both the cloaks, throwing yours over your head and pulled the hood down as far as it would go. Even when you were too overwhelmed to speak, she seemed to know exactly what you needed.
Her cloak was a little muddy from where she’d thrown it, but it didn’t seem to bother her. Besides, the entire town would stand in a circle at the meeting, so no one would be able to catch the stain on her back anyway.
Your mother cast one more look in your direction.
You nodded. 
There was no more time to waste.
The both of you stepped into the clearing, joining the rush of townsfolk making their way to their positions.
From where you stood, you could see Mr. and Mrs. Kim at the forefront of the wooden stage. Their sons stood behind them, their respective masks over their faces.
They stood still as statues as the last of the latecomers joined the circle.
It was only when everyone stopped moving, when the silence in the forest itself was deafening, that he stepped forward.
Kim Moonsik lowered his hood and smiled, then twisted his wrist in a full circle and pointed his hand at the sky, slowly lowering his pinky and middle fingers. “Greetings to the moon from her earthly servants.”
You repeated the gesture and salutation along with everyone else, quietly uttering the phrase. 
You hadn’t seen him since the night where you’d been introduced to Seokjin and Yoongi. You remembered how he casually mentioned Chance Pierre and his “divine” punishment, how his oily voice lamented about the poor, foolish sinners in his midst.
The moonlight made his eyes turn black as night, as empty and soulless as the eyes on his sons’ masks.
“I am overjoyed to be standing here, in Wylynne’s divine presence, with you, my fellow citizens.” He beamed. “We find ourselves at the end of yet another month, graced by the moon’s eminence, as Ichabod stands tall and proud in all her glory.”
You shifted in place as he carried on with usual fervor. He spent the next twenty minutes praising the moon’s appearance on this fine, early morning and waxed poetic about how blessed you all were to be able to bask in her presence.
Just as you reached the point in his speech where you decided to stop listening, his tone darkened.
“Regardless,” he said, the smile slipping off his face, “A word of caution to those who wish to tempt fate.” 
His eyes hadn’t even moved in their direction, but you felt the atmosphere shift as, across the circle, the Pierre family stiffened.
“It will not end in your favor.”
It wasn’t hard to note them, considering the fact that poor Chance was still in a wheelchair. Two figures stood on either side of him, presumably his parents, his sister making the last of the line.
Those standing next to them inched a couple of steps away.
You internally sighed.
Kim Moonsik was always like this.
When you had all had a “good” month, the meeting was considerably short. He would rave on and on, praising Wylynne’s divinity, give out due punishment, then send everyone home.
On the contrary, when you had all had a bad month or, more specifically, “a month of sin,” his speech would warn against vanity and pride, or whatever it was that caused the individual’s downfall. Then he would give out due punishment and send everyone home.
You found it funny how the mayor would claim that Wylynne was treating you all so kindly, but every month someone got punished, regardless of whether they had received capital punishment or not.
“It is Wylynne who grants us favor, who pours prosperity and wealth into this town.” He continued. “It is by her endless grace that we flourish in the society that we are. Only by turning to her can we ease our troubles. Everything you wish for, everything you desire, is reached through her.”
Even freedom? You thought to yourself, even though you highly doubted it.
“For your own sake, refrain from attempting to go out and seek your own glory.” He finished, his voice calm despite the obvious threat his words carried. 
You glanced back toward the Pierres. They looked properly scolded; you couldn’t tell whether the slight movement of their robes was from them trembling from fear or from the cold.
Mr. Kim was silent once more, remnants of his speech echoing over and over again in your head. 
The nervous feeling from earlier returned full force and you shivered, gripping your mother’s hand even tighter. All this time, you clung to her, afraid that you would vanish into nothing the moment you let go.
“On that dreary note,” He finally spoke, clasping his hands together, “I come before you all with a heavy but joyful heart.”
“It is time to relinquish our sinners’ souls into the welcoming arms of the moon goddess.”
The pyre behind the stage was lit, orange flames dancing wildly in the wind. 
You could barely look in the mayor’s direction, frightened that once you met Kim Moonsik’s eyes, the purple flame within them would set you alight.
You wished the silence would swallow you whole so that you wouldn’t have to bear witness to the atrocities.
But without fail, unmistakeable screams pierced the clearing, coming from the side of the circle that was closest to the stage.
You saw two middle-aged people, a man and a woman, fall to the floor, doubled over in pain. Their hoods slipped off but they could hardly care, too busy gripping their heads.
Your mouth parted in shock.
Aloysius and Domitia Augustus were curled up on the ground, their low cries painfully loud in the clearing. 
Aemilia was nowhere to be found.
Soliders, the very same soliders who no less than a week ago took their orders from the Augustuses, dragged the two to the stage, kneeling them before the mayor.
Now that they were labeled as sinners, the middle man had been completely cut out, and the officers immediately responded to the Kims’ direct orders.
Kim Moonsik gazed down at their writhing bodies with little sympathy, raising his voice to be heard over the sounds of their cries. “The sinners of the Augustus family should have been punished years ago with their forefathers, but Wylynne granted them mercy. Our goddess blessed them with another chance, and what did they do? They squandered it.”
“Please!” Domitia Augustus cried out, fighting through the urge to wail out in pain. She yanked her arms out of the officers’ grip and grabbed at Mr. Kim’s robes. “Please spare my daughter-”
“Still, Wylynne is benevolent, and in order to keep their souls pure, she is allowing them into her heavenly army.” He carried on without batting an eye.
“The fault is ours, completely ours! She’s innocent, I beg of you!”
The mayor looked down at her. He gently pried her hands off of his robes and clutched them in his, placing one of his hands beneath hers and the other on top. He smiled at her, the moon causing his eyes to glisten.
“May your failures be a lesson, victories a reward, and may your soul live on with the moon forever.”
Nowhere in those dark, brown eyes could one find any sort of pity or remorse.
“May your soul live on with the moon forever,” you whispered the prayer of goodwill with the rest of the citizens.
A tear fell down Mrs. Augustus’ eye and she turned to her husband, only to see him alight with bright purple flames. A sob escaped her and she bent over in defeat.
It wasn’t long before that bright flame consumed her as well, and soon, there was nothing left of them.
The clearing fell eerily silent. 
You waited in anticipation for Mr. Kim to say his usual farewells and bid all of you goodnight, prepared to hightail it out of the forest as fast as possible.
It was moments like these that made you want to run away and stay away from the Kims.
The thought of having to see Jimin’s father again while you two were working on your project made you physically ill, especially after that sight.
But as the silence stretched on, deep, deep down in your gut, you knew.
Something was about to go wrong.
Horribly wrong.
Even so, it was already too late.
You heard yet another pair of guttural screams and you turned, barely catching the look of horror on Brooklyn’s face. Her hands shot to her head, fingers unceremoniously pulling on her hair as tears streaked out the corner of her eyes.
Why?
Constance was faring no better, the blonde’s screams hiccuped by heaving gasps and sobs. She kept on trying to push herself away from her parents, but her mother couldn’t seem to let go of her. 
Her son was taken not that long ago, and now her daughter? Her firstborn? The woman held on with the strength of a viper.
Why them?
“Why her?!” Mrs. Pierre bawled aloud, as if she had heard your thoughts.
“Wylynne has declared them sinners,” Mr. Kim said as if that served as a proper explanation for everything, “sinners on their way to salvation.”
Brooklyn’s parents pulled her into a hug and her eyes watered, voice raspy from the never ending shrieks.
You felt your own eyes begin to water, disbelief etched into every part of your face.
Some would say it was inevitable. 
Others would call it justice. 
You dubbed it cruelty.
Those same soldiers pried the teenagers away from their families, despite all of their efforts to fight. 
It was only when one solider started dragging Mrs. Pierre up to the podium with her daughter that Mr. Pierre dragged his wife back into the circle.
Her screaming matched the volume of her daughter’s.
Kim Moonsik sent a comforting look to the girls, laying his hand onto their head, and repeated his prayer of goodwill.
You covered your mouth with your hand, too shocked to even repeat the phrase along with everyone else.
Behind Mr. Kim, the entire time, none of his sons had moved. If they spoke or shifted their gaze, you could not see it due to their masks.
Brooklyn weakly reached her hand out to her best friend, shrieking even louder when, instead of her hand meeting skin, she was burned by the flame.
In nothing more than a few seconds, Brooklyn Hayes and Constance Pierre were reduced to ashes. Constance’s mother was still screaming, though the sound was slightly muffled by her husband’s hand. 
She seemed to have lost the strength to stand.
Mr. Kim smiled wistfully, and he watched the place where the two teenagers once kneeled. “To her heavenly grace, the moon, may they travel. To my fellow citizens of Ichabod, I bid goodnight.”
The Kims’ men doused the pyre and you stood frozen, watching the smoke curl upwards into the sky. Your mother had to wrap her arm around you and shove your head down from behind as everyone bowed in farewell to the Kims.
The youngest brother’s cloak disappeared as the family walked off into the trail of the woods specific to their home, and you were free to raise your head.
You lifted your skirts with one hand, grabbed your mother’s hand with the other, and bounded out of the clearing, back down the forest path.
Your mother wasn’t able to keep up with you and she slipped her hand out of yours, allowing you to fully pick up your dress and take off into the night.
You kept running, even when you made it out of the forest.
And you didn’t stop until you were in sight of your own front door.
Little did you know, you were not the only soul running in fear, in uncertainty, for your life that night.
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The sound of beating wings and rushing wind behind her only pushed Aemilia to go faster, despite the way her body ached.
The last thing Aemilia had seen was Namjoon’s glare, his hardened eyes resting above a mirthless smile.
The next time she woke, she found herself in some combination of an underground bunker and prison, chained to a bed.
Food would appear once a day, and no matter how much she screamed or rattled the chain, no one would appear.
That was, until today.
When Kim Jimin and his brothers appeared out of nowhere, she’d thought that they’d be able to help her.
Jimin had laid his hand on her chained leg, a sweet smile on his face.
She’d smiled back.
And then, before she could even ask him to unchain her, his grip on her leg tightened until she felt a tight, uncomfortable pinching.
She heard a sharp snap.
And then came the excruciating pain.
It hadn’t stopped there. 
In the past twenty four hours, Aemilia had experienced every form of torture her family’s officers had been trained in, and then some. 
Every time she was brought to the brink, she cried in relief, thinking it was finally over, only for them to yank her back from the edge of oblivion.
She had always known there was something special about the Kims, ever since she was a little girl, watching her parents quake in fear before Kim Moonsik and Kim Eunbyul.
It wasn’t until today that she could understand why.
Aemilia was so lost in her thoughts, she hadn’t seen the tree branch jutting out from the path. Her foot hit it and her body crashed into a muddy puddle.
She wanted to lie there and just wait for the end, but she had an incentive. One that she would never give up.
So she pushed herself up from the ground and kept on running.
“That’s all I have to do? Make it out of the forest?”
She narrowed her eyes at Namjoon, hope dimly glowing in her eyes. The boy smiled.
“Yes. If you’re able to avoid being caught and can make it out of the forest, we’ll set you free.”
“You might even get what it was you were searching for.”
After hearing those words leave his mouth, Aemilia had been filled with a determination unlike anything she had felt before.
This feeling was stronger than her urge to leave her parents, even stronger than her urge to destroy you.
This was her last chance.
She ducked with a scream as black, feathery wings sliced past her, unsettlingly close to her head.
She heard someone cackle at the sheer panic in her voice and the boy disappeared as fast as he’d arrived.
Aemilia wanted to pay more attention to where he was and what he was doing, but she got distracted when she saw moonlight peeking through the branches.
She was near the edge of the forest. She could feel it in her bones.
The trees were sparse and had no leaves, indicative of how far into the autumn season they’d already gotten. The ground slowly began to morph from wet, softened dirt to a hard, slippery concrete, telling her that she was nearing gravel or some type of road.
Several minutes later, just as she felt her chest was about to burst, she broke past the tree line and was greeted with the familiar sight of a cul-de-sac, houses and cars lining the street.
Aemilia’s heart leapt in excitement. 
She’d done it.
Everything you’ve ever wanted is right at your fingertips; just take one step closer.
She ran out into the middle of the road, desperate to reach the other side.
Just wait for the look on that bitch’s face, on everyone’s face, when you claim your rightful spot on your throne.
She was already picturing how she would turn back to the brothers with a victorious smirk, prepared to begin her reign.
Aemilia finally reached the sidewalk and, in her joy, fell backward onto the grass, ready to collapse from exhaustion.
But there was no feel of prickly, damp grass.
The ground disappeared from beneath her.
She shrieked as her heart sunk rapidly in her stomach, the wind stealing her voice and plugging her ears.
She was falling.
But how? Why?
And then, the picture-perfect image of suburban Ichabod steadily melted away.
There were no parked cars or houses. 
There were only foreboding, gray clouds.
A crumbling, decrepit cliff.
And still, icy waters.
Strawberry blonde locks glowed beneath the moonlight, the strands whipping around the Augustus princess’ face like some sort of demonic halo.
“Your parents are dead and gone, little sinner.” A voice close to her spoke and she whipped around, trying to catch them.
Kim Taehyung flew leisurely beside her, making no move to stop her descent. “And soon, you will be as well.”
“Though, there’s no need for you to worry,” Another voice sounded out, and this time she was met with the sickening, saccharine smile of Kim Jimin. His wings beat behind his back and when she tried to grab onto him, he darted out of reach. “I’m sure you’ll still get everything you wanted.”
“Wylynne will grant you all the freedom and royal positions you desire,” he sneered.
The brothers had never intended to spare her.
They’d tricked her.
Up until the very end, she was meant to lose.
Instead of the gratifying taste of victory, she found her mouth bitter with the taste of her own defeat.
After all, she was nothing like you.
With this final thought, Aemilia crashed into the waters. 
“Thus, the grand prestige and heritage of Ichabod’s Augustus family came to an end.”
Kim Jungkook giggled as his feet made contact with the ground, the gravel beneath them shifting slightly. He walked to the edge of Lorne’s Ledge, peering over the cliff at the girl as she fell to her own demise.
He looked up toward Jimin and Taehyung who hovered in the air, watching Aemilia as she fell into the depths. 
Her scream cut off with a large splash the moment she hit the water. They waited for any sign that the rat was still alive and kicking, but she didn’t seem to put up a fight. Long after the last of her air bubbles rose to the surface and the ripples in the water stilled, there was still no sign of her.
Her death was nothing more than a suicide, and even if it was investigated, which it wouldn’t be, her entire family were declared sinners and burnt to a crisp. 
No one in Ichabod would welcome her with open arms, much less feel any remorse for her loss.
Taehyung grinned at the sight, swooping around. “Ding dong, the witch is dead!” He cheered in excitement.
Jungkook laughed and leapt into the air, repeating the phrase with him.
Jimin hushed them, but even he couldn’t suppress the smile on his face.
“Come on,” he called out. “Let’s go tell our hyungs the good news.”
With three great flaps, the brothers quickly flew off, made it through and over the forest, and descended into town. 
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The elder Kim brothers were perched on the roof of a (house/apartment building) that was remotely close to yours.
Seokjin and Yoongi flew overhead, far away enough to have a private conversation but close enough that they could still hear any conversations being held below. Hoseok sat near the edge of the roof, one leg pulled into his chest and the other leg dangling over the side, while Namjoon stood behind him, jaw clenched in deep thought.
They had perched here after separating with the other three, waiting to see you enter your house safe and sound.
What they saw instead surprised and amused them as much as it concerned them.
From where they were, they saw your form, hoisting up your white dress in your arms and tearing down the avenue as if your life was in danger.
For a moment, they thought something had gone horribly wrong. That Aemilia had somehow escaped, and actually found you.
But it was nothing of the sort.
You simply ran from the woods, and you didn’t stop running until you reached your front steps.
Minutes later, your mother arrived and you dropped yourself into her arms in a hug. She kept her arm wrapped around you, supporting you until you were properly changed and back in bed, dead to the world for the night.
From their perch, they were able to peer inside of your room, and spent the rest of the time watching you as you slept.
Regrettably, you didn’t seem as though you were having a restful sleep. 
Every so often you twisted and turned, and your face would scrunch up in confusion.
They were distracted from your visage by the sound of wings flapping, and the youngest brothers joined the rest of their siblings.
Jimin landed first, wrapping his arms around Hoseok and hugging him from the back. 
“I trust that business was taken care of?” Hoseok asked as he turned to face Jimin, a relaxed, heart shaped grin on his face.
“Perfectly, hyung.” Jimin beamed back. “Taehyungie’s illusion worked wonders.”
The second youngest beamed with pride at having played a significant role in Aemilia’s downfall.
“In the end, you were right, hyung.” Jungkook said as he landed next to Namjoon. “She believed anything, just for the sake of her own pride and selfish desires.”
Overhead, Yoongi scoffed. “Are any of us surprised at that?”
“No,” Namjoon huffed out a laugh through his nose. “That’s exactly what we were counting on.”
“It’s funny, how pride works.” Seokjin stated, casting a pointed glance toward Namjoon.
The younger was silent, knowing better than to speak out at this moment.
“You know what they say,” Taehyung said as he lay down on his back, bringing his arms to rest underneath his head. “The meek shall inherit.”
For a moment, they breathed in the calm and quiet of the early morning, basking in their victory, enjoying the fact that they were one step closer to claiming their angel.
Unfortunately, the stillness of the early morning was rudely interrupted by yet another scream.
Rather than irritating them, however, this scream caused their blood to run cold.
For that harsh, awful wail, was yours.
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Every time you dream, you think that the vague, cursed images you lay subject to at night could not possibly get any worse.
And every time you dream, you prove yourself wrong.
There were several words you could have used to describe the being before you. Ephemeral. Hauntingly beautiful. Monstrously ethereal.
Yet when faced with said being, not one word came out of your mouth.
The figure’s skin was dark as night, a deep contrast to the blindingly white robe they wore, as well as the circle of rings that hovered above their head. 
As if the rings were not off putting enough, each ring had several eyes on it with flames streaking out the corners, and the figure had three pairs of wings extended from either side of them.
You peered up at them in frightened fascination.
Even without the circle of rings or the three pairs of wings, you could tell that the being before you was otherworldly.
They tilted their head at you, almost curious at your lack of recognition. 
You followed their gaze and peered down at yourself, where you sat on a large, throne-like wooden chair, downed in a white, ceremonial gown not unlike the one you wore in your last dream.
Though this time, it was free of any suspicious, red substances.
The figure righted their head, still and silent as ever. They extended a large hand to you, holding it out, flat, right before your seat.
You looked at the hand then back up at them as if asking permission.
They simply blinked.
You did as they wanted, carefully hopping down from your wooden seat into the palm of their hand.
You stumbled as you landed and sat in their palm, pulling your legs into your side.
Then, to your amazement, they lifted their free hand and waved it, and the air wrinkled as your surroundings proceeded to change.
The room around you shifted from that of the attic of a solitary, wooden cabin to a grand, golden hall.
Despite the dilapidated interior, the room shone. Columns lined with streaking arcs of gold and ivory decorated the halls, and the walls were made of sandstone. There were seats in the room, and it appeared as though they were carved out of stone as well.
It was shaped similarly to a courtroom, the panel of seats occupied by multiple figures.
Each figure varied in terms of skin color and height, but they all had two or more pairs of wings.
A figure sat upon an wooden chair erected in the middle of the grand hall, relatively small compared to those around them, with two pairs of white wings softly beating behind their back.
The tallest figure stood at the front of the room, a reflection of the one currently holding you.
If this was a courtroom, that must have been the defendant, and your figure was the judge.
No, this was not a courtroom.
It was a council.
You looked up at them, but they remained facing forward, eyes glued to the scene.
This must have been some sort of memory of theirs, you thought to yourself.
The figure on the chair was calm and relaxed, despite the fact that, as the conversation went on, the beings surrounding them seemed furious.
Their facial expressions morphed into those of anger and they would roughly beat their wings in varying levels of agreement or disapproval depending on what the council leader would say.
Still, the figure remained calm, a serene smile on their face, the feathers on their white wings rustled by the wind caused by those around them.
“You’re very powerful you know, and you possess a great wisdom beyond your years,” You jumped as a voice sounded out from above you.
When you looked up, the figure carrying you was looking back down at you again, but this time their mouth was pressed into a hard line.
You noted their words, feeling as though you’d heard them before.
Before you could reply, they continued, lifting their head to observe the scene before them once more. “It is because you possess that great wisdom, that one would think you’d know better than to let history repeat itself.”
You followed their gaze. 
The angry, beating, and rustling wings had lessened by a multitude. 
It appeared as though the council had come to a decision.
The council leader moved from their place at the front of the room, approaching the figure on the chair.
They smiled up at the figure, the way an innocent child would smile up at a stranger.
But for some reason, you felt as though the two were anything but. 
The council leader reached a large hand out to the smaller figure, wrapping it around their back. They smiled back at them.
Their hand gripped the base of their wings and tugged.
And this is the part of the dream where you were convinced you were experiencing a nightmare.
For the moment the figure starting tugging on the smaller person’s wings, the breath was knocked out of you and a searing pain burned through your shoulders, all the way down to your lower back.
They tugged harder, but the wings would not move.
And your pain would not go away.
It was only when you heard the sound of tearing flesh that you felt it.
Your skin was being ripped apart.
And you howled in agony.
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kimnjss · 2 days ago
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mentally fucking
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— he has no idea who you are… up front, you’re sweet and innocent - but in reality you’re the exact opposite. running your own nsfw account, where your favorite topic is his hands.
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A/N: timestamps make sense throughout the fic. if u want to be added to the tag list, send me an ask! + if you’ve asked to be on my permanent taglist, you do not need to ask to be added to this one !!
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You Broke Me First | social media au
{jimin x y/n x jungkook au; fakedating!au}
you feel safe
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writersrealmbts · 2 days ago
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Cruise
Description: Part of the summer #btswritingbingo, hosted by @bangtanwritingbingo! For the Boating prompt.  A summer cruise as a translator for world-famous band BTS: what could go wrong? WELL, the zombie apocalypse. In the middle of the ocean, are you safe? Or is there danger lurking in the deep?
Warnings: Mentions of death, violence (especially after the third content break), mild language? (I can’t remember if there’s language or not but I’ll tag it)
Posted: 06/11/2021
Tags: Zombie apocalypse au, Yoongi x reader
Angst?: 8,342 words
A/N: Oh look, another zombie au. 
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The engine was idling.
The radio was on, and everyone was listening to the broadcast in silence. The horror was slowly growing in your stomach.
“The country is overrun, we’re broadcasting from a locked room, and we aren’t certain how much longer we can hold out…how much longer we’ll be safe. We’ve had news from several other countries reporting the same conditions. They’re mindless, react to movement…don’t like bright lights…most active starting at dusk all the way through dawn. Don’t let them injure you. They hid the mutagen in vitamins and supplements. Whatever you do…don’t ingest anything from Biogene International.”
You swallowed hard, hugging yourself as background sounds of other voices and banging echoed through the radio
“Oh God, they’ve found us,” The radio announcer murmured. “I guess this is it. If you’re isolated from infestations, I suggest you stay isolated. Cut off the heads. And enjoy this last song by Andy Lange. God save us all.”
The radio started playing ‘Not Sure Yet’, and you just listened to it as your heart broke.
They finally ruined the world.
And you weren’t with your friends and family when it happened.
You were with your stupid ex-boyfriend that you’d just broken up with, the staff of the ship that hired you as an extra translator for the last group—a kpop group and their staff that were filming a vacation show of some sort.
And you’d have to be born under a mountain of rocks to not know that the kpop group was BTS, and in any other situation you’d be excited about helping them as a semi-casual fan of theirs.
But right now you really hated them, and their choice of this ship that employed your ex-boyfriend—even if you’d been the one to get him that job.
“So,” The spoken-of devil murmured, coming to stand next to you. “Sounds like the world is actually ending.”
You took a deep breath, because everyone could hear, and were subtly watching.
“Changes a lot of things doesn’t it?”
“Except one.”
“What?”
You turned to him. “I still would rather die alone than live my life with you.”
He sputtered, but you didn’t stay to listen to him try to argue with you, turning off the radio since it had turned to static and going to the other translator.
“Do they know?”
He nodded gravely. “They’re trying to check on their families.”
“Let me know if there’s anything I can do,” You told him, bowing slightly to the other staff and the boys before going over to some of the other crew. “How much food do we have?”
“Maybe enough for a week,” The cook, Lori, answered. “If I ration.”
“Do it. Same with water?”
“We should have two weeks, more if we cut back on showers, mopping, other excess water usage,” The first mate said, staring out at the horizon. “Hopefully by then we’ll know if there’s a safe port. The captain went to try and radio as many other ships as possible.”
“We should make sure none of that Biogene stuff is on the ship,” One of the engineers said.
The first mate nodded, quickly moving. “Everyone! We need to make sure that there are no Biogene products on this vessel. Please go check all of your pills and supplements, anything that could be pharmaceutical or…just check everything!”
You translated quickly, then went to check your own things. You didn’t have much that could be from that company, but you checked absolutely everything just to be sure.
Then you went to help the staff and band just in case.
They weren’t coming up with anything, so you headed for the captain’s cabin just to see if there were any more plans at that point.
Captain Cobden Alby was an elder man, who tended to become an Uncle, Brother, or Grandfather figure for anyone who’d let him look out for them. You knew him relatively well, because he’d looked out for you when you started working with his tourism company, helping foreigners book trips with him and accompanying them on trips to help out. You’d worked with him for the past three years, and he’d been kind enough to hire your then boyfriend when he needed a job—though you now understood his reluctance. You wished he’d been more reluctant.
“Well, y/n,” Cob sighed. “Guess this is a new chapter. Any ideas?”
“Islands will gain control more quickly, I think, and there are a couple uninhabited islands we might be able to land at if we get desperate. We have nets, so we can fish if we have to. And if we start getting stills set up now, we can provide ourselves with more water. Revert to basic survival, I think.” You chewed your lip. “But if we’re going to use an uninhabited island, I think we should find one and stick around it, because people are going to try and escape by boat and they might bring it with them. The likelihood of the messages and warnings reaching everyone is slim.”
He sighed and nodded. “Our passengers?”
“Scared. But everyone is checking for the products to dispose of them, as you know, and they’re trying to contact their families back in Korea.”
“Have you tried your family?”
You stared out at the water. “I’m afraid to.”
He nodded again, looking grim. “I’ve heard from a couple other ships. We’re going to have issues with food at some point, so the island idea might be good. Maybe we can work with the other ships as long as they stay uninfected to build a sort of safe-haven?”
“Maybe,” You agreed. “We’ll be breaking laws if we land on some of the islands though. Or fish near them. They are wildlife refuges right now.”
“Hon, I don’t think that’s as big of an issue as of yesterday,” Lori said, shutting the door. “We can respect the wildlife. It would only be temporary, right? I mean, things have to stabilize sometime, and I think the islands should stabilize more quickly.”
You didn’t have very high hopes for the islands stabilizing, unless they were able to quickly regulate who came in and out of the populace of Hawaii. But people were creative and there were thousands of boats and planes in existence.
“Alright, so we’re going to go near the closest uninhabited, and weigh anchor, just for safety. But we’re not going to do anything on the island or any fishing until absolutely necessary. We’ll get some water stills set up, and start rationing the food. Try to preserve some fruits, Lori.”
She nodded. “You got it, Captain. But you better get someone else on those stills. Not my division, you know.”
“I’ll get our engineer on it. Dobby will need to be distracted anyway. Y/n, you should go tell our passengers the plan for now.”
“Right. First, I want a thank you.”
“For?”
“Convincing you to invest in some backup solar power for the ship to run things like the radios.” You paused at the door. “How long can the engines run?”
“I made sure we had enough to last us a couple of months, and I’ve got us going slow to reduce consumption. But we’ll have to start thinking about how to move once we run out, which is why I think your idea for the islands is a good one. The ship would be a safety point, and we could use the life-boats to get back and forth. At least until we have some sort of relief. And we might be able to go somewhere before we run out of gas. You never know. This might blow over quickly.”
“Yeah. Maybe.” You went out to check on the idols and their staff again.
They had gathered in the dining lounge, and everyone was double checking each other to make sure that there weren’t any Biogene products.
“Everyone, I’ve just finished talking to our captain, and he’s asked me to tell you our current course of action,” You started, gathering the idols and staff’s attention to explain things. “We’ve communicated with some other ships, but our current course is to head for an uninhabited island and keep to the coast of that. We have the supplies to fish, and our cook is currently working on preparing the food for rationing. Our top engineer is going to work on making sure we have a constant source of drinkable water, but for now we’re reducing our water usage. We’re scanning the radio frequencies to try and find another source of information for what’s going on out in the world, but right now it’s very quiet. We ask for your cooperation as we continue to approach these problems calmly and rationally, and your patience as we try to figure things out.”
“Is food an issue?” Seokjin asked.
You shook your head. “Not at the moment, we’re just trying to make sure it lasts as long as possible, especially our fruits and vegetables. Anything in the kitchen that we can regrow here on the ship, we will attempt to do so. The ship was stocked for at least a hundred passengers, plus the crew, and since we don’t even reach sixty with the passengers and crew combined, we should be able to hold out for a while, we’re just trying to make our food last as long as possible, which is why we will likely be utilizing the fishing nets, so we can eat and still prepare for the future. Because we have had warning, we have time to prepare for the worst, but we are still hoping for the best. We are not giving way to fear. At the moment, all we’re asking is that you remain calm and patient with us.”
That seemed to be agreeable for everyone, so you bowed a bit and then went to check in with the other translator and manager to find out what you could do to help.
Yoongi intercepted you. “Hey, sorry, I know you’re busy.”
“It’s fine, how can I help you?”
“Um, actually, I was going to ask if there was anything we could do to help? It’d be…hard to just ignore the situation.”
“I understand, unfortunately, at this moment, we’re not even certain what we need to get done. When we do, I will let you know if there is any way for you to help. For now, we have solar power that you can continue to use for charging your phones, just in case you get a call from your families, and we can power the lights. Any extra batteries, try to save them.”
He nodded. “Okay. Shouldn’t they turn of the air conditioning then?”
You shook your head. “That would be inviting trouble. People get less rational when they overly warm or cool. Turning it off would reduce morale.”
He considered it, then nodded. “Okay.”
You nodded as well, then moved on to talk to their managers.
You didn’t sleep that night, helping in the kitchen and mulling over different ideas to try for powering the boat. In theory, with the engineers’ help, you might be able to convert the engines to wind power, or at least move the boat using wind power, if you were careful enough. But where would you get the parts?
And theoretically, some of the fruits and veggies and other things could be regrown.
But what would you grow them in?
Lori had some sitting in a shallow tray of water to start sprouting, and some would continue to grow in just water, but others would need soil.
“Wake up, hon,” Lori said gently, patting your back. “Cap’n wants you. Something on the radio he wants you to hear.”
You rubbed your eyes as you forced yourself up. “How long was I…?”
“An hour,” She said in a scolding tone, giving you a look of disapproval. “A young thing like you needs regular sleep. I could have done that in the morning.”
You shrugged. “My mind wouldn’t shut off. You were awake. Like you said, I’m younger.”
“You tried calling your family?”
You shook your head. If they hadn’t tried to contact you, then there would be no point in trying to contact them. Either the call wouldn’t go through, or there was no one to make the call. Or they just weren’t able to call because they had no means or it was too dangerous. Any way you looked at it, it was safer to allow them to try and contact you. They knew you were on a ship, and your father studied epidemiology, so he would know that the ship would either go down quickly or not at all, barring a few statistical outliers.
Your father always called you a statistical outlier.
“Here, take this up with you, find a spot where it won’t get knocked over that gets some sun and some shade. Okay?”
You nodded, taking the tray up with you.
“Y/n,” Yoongi called, waving.
You nodded your greeting to him and the others, trying to pinpoint a good spot for it, finally finding it on a table that was bolted to the wall.
“Is this what we’re regrowing?”
You jumped a bit, turning to the boys with a hand over your heart. “Um, yes. One of the trays, anyway. We’ve got more down there, but they aren’t full yet so…this is the first one to come up for sunlight.”
“Cool,” Taehyung whispered.
Yoongi looked it over. “It…doesn’t look like much.”
You sighed. “I know. But like I said, if all goes well, these should regrow and we’ll just start the process over again. But I’ve been summoned.”
“Summoned?”
“Y/N to the Bridge, Y/N, please report to the bridge.”
You pointed up at the speakers.
“Oh, and maybe bring one of the representatives with you.”
You sighed. “Um, know where your managers are?”
They all shook their heads.
“I could come,” Yoongi offered.
You considered for a moment, then nodded. “Okay, only to save time though, I’m not going to be the one to get in trouble—got it?”
He nodded, gesturing for you to lead the way.
Cob glanced up when you came in. “You’ll love this. Hey, Johnny, I got my person here, mind repeating that now?”
As Johnny started retelling his tale, you slowly processed and translated for Yoongi.
“They were near one of the islands of Hawaii, and sometime in the night they started hearing noises against the hull of the ship…” You paused, horrified. “The creatures…they can survive in the water, and swim. He lost three people when some of the creatures managed to climb aboard.”
Yoongi looked just as grim. “So we’re not safe, even on a ship away from shore?”
You didn’t know the answer to that. “He says he’s going to see how far away from shore they’re able to follow him. That will help us determine how safe we may or may not be.”
Cob thanked Johnny, then turned to the two of you. “Well, what do you think? Do we tell the others of this possibility, or keep it quiet?”
You weren’t sure how to answer that either. There were pros and cons for both sides. But there were more cons for—
“We don’t tell them,” Yoongi said firmly.
You met his gaze and nodded, translating. “It would just incite panic. We don’t tell them until we know that it is a possibility, and even then, we wait until we’ve calculated when they could reach us.”
Yoongi nodded his agreement.
Cob sighed. “Right. You’re right. I just….”
“Take a break. That’s what Jones is for, so you can take breaks. They’re most active between dusk and dawn, right? Then for now, we just slowly make our way to the proximity of an island, Jones can do that.”
He slowly nodded. “Yeah, he’s on his way, just wanted to try his brother one more time.”
You nodded, then signaled for Yoongi to head for the door. “I’m checking back in half an hour and if you’re still here, I’m kicking heads.”
Cob snorted, but didn’t respond further.
Yoongi sighed outside, leaning against the railing. “This is really bad.”
“Really, really bad,” You agreed, leaning next to him. “You okay to keep this from your bandmates?”
He nodded. “I’ll just say that he asked for a representative agreement from our party that he should head for the nearest uninhabited island, as a formality, obviously.”
“Sounds good. And I was there as a translator.”
“What name would you give these creatures?”
“Based on description? The only word I can think of is in English.”
“And?”
“Zombies,” You offered, giving him an apologetic look.
But he nodded. “That’s what we were saying last night. Jungkook said it first, I think we were all afraid of saying it, but he likes watching those kinds of movies, so it wasn’t surprising that he named it first.”
“But watching movies about it isn’t exactly preparation for the real thing,” You whispered, staring out at the ocean. You usually loved going out on trips like this, even if you were just a translator. This time, though….
“Part of me wishes we’d never come on this trip, but part of me is glad that we did.”
“I understand that,” You whispered. “There are a lot of things that I wish. There are a lot of regrets I could have about this.”
“Y/n!”
You closed your eyes. “Speaking of regrets.”
Your ex came over, half-glaring at Yoongi. “This guy bugging you?”
“No, but you are,” You replied, rolling your eyes and pushing away from the railing, walking toward the stairs. “Don’t you have a job to do?”
“I just wanted to make sure you were holding up okay—”
“Well, I am. There’s no need for you to check on me. I’m doing just fine. Please, don’t check on me again. You do your job and I will do mine,” You snapped, turning to glare at him. “I told you, I have no regrets breaking up with you, and even if I knew the future, I would do it again, and probably sooner.”
“Whoa, no need to be so hostile babe!”
“‘Babe’?” You sneered, resisting the urge to shove him over your shoulder and down the flight of stairs. “You never have, and never will be allowed to call me ‘Babe’.”
“Chill out!”
Yoongi pushed past him and grabbed your wrist, pulling you down the stairs after him while rambling in rapid korean about it being dangerous to fight on stairs and ‘that’s how people get murdered’ and ‘unless that was your plan, which I would vouch for you, but I’m not sure who would believe it’ with an added ‘besides, there are a few witnesses’.
Damn was that hot.
No.
Wait.
Yes.
No. No, no. No, no, no.
He was someone you were working for, he wasn’t allowed to be hot.
And his hand definitely didn’t feel strong and sinewy and attractive.
“Don’t walk away when we’re talking!”
Your hold on Yoongi’s hand tightened.
“Ignore him, come with me. Our security team will block him,” Yoongi said, not looking back. “We have a head start, unless he starts running after us. Why did you break up with him? I mean, I get it, but what was the main reason?”
“Cheating, threatening, trying to emotionally manipulate me,” You listed, doing your best not to look back.
“Figures.”
You could see that the heading of the boat was changing, even as you and Yoongi made your way down to where the other boys and their staff were waiting.
“Block the guy following us,” Yoongi called to the security team as both of you passed by them. “He’s letting the panic get to him.”
The security team easily blocked your ex, and Yoongi led you straight to the poolside.
Namjoon came over quickly. “Any news?”
“Nothing new. Just needed a formal agreement to their plan from someone in our party.”
Jungkook dropped onto a seat nearby. “Any new information about the zombies?”
Yoongi shook his head. “Same as before, I think.”
Jungkook tilted his head. “And what is it that we do know?”
“The mutagen makes people into crazed killers, who don’t like bright lights and can only be stopped by cutting off their heads. Strong mutants that can only be stopped by cutting off their heads, and appear to be decaying. I think the mutagen might stimulate muscle growth while suppressing the nervous system. If I’m understanding things correctly, anyway.” You hesitantly sat down, wondering if that would be okay.
“I don’t know exactly what that means,” Jungkook replied, looking a little lost but curious.
“Well, we know that they’re significantly stronger, but their response to injuries is non-existent. Our nervous system is responsible for sending signals to the brain,” You explained, still thinking it through yourself. “Because it isn’t functioning the way it’s supposed to, maybe the pupils aren’t contracting, or something which makes them more sensitive to light.” But that still didn’t explain how they could survive in the water like they did.
“That makes sense,” Yoongi agreed. “I mean, for me, not knowing that much about the human body.”
“Same, but I remember some things, enough to try and puzzle it out, I guess,” You replied, shrugging a bit and looking around. “I should see if there’s anything I can do.”
“Sleep,” Yoongi said. “You should sleep. You look exhausted. I’ll walk you to your cabin so that jerk can’t ambush you.”
“I don’t want you to go out of your way—”
“It’s fine. You’re our designated liaison between the crew and us. It’s important that you’re safe so that we can continue knowing what is going on without pestering the crew.”
That reasoning was fair, and you appreciated it.
But also, you could see it causing issues.
“Come on, I want to make sure you at least go into your room. You should sleep, you look exhausted, and we know that the zombies aren’t going to attack while it’s this sunny out.”
You squeaked slightly as he pulled you up and after him.
But you didn’t fight him on it.
“Which way is your room?”
You quietly gave him directions, following until he reached your door and then tugging lightly on his hand to get his attention before he kept going. “This is it.”
He glanced over the door and nodded. “Right. Okay. Try to sleep, okay? We’re pretty far away from any major population so it should take a while for any zombies in the water to reach us, if they even can. We know they can go some distance, but not how far that distance is. So, rest. We’re going to have to be more alert at night anyway.”
You nodded. “You try to rest too. It’s easier to lie when you’re well-rested.”
He looked a bit grim at that. “Right. Good point. Good thing I’ve always been one to rest when possible.”
You unlocked your door and started in, stopping when he gently caught your upper arm.
“Hey, thank you, again, for everything you’re doing. I know you probably feel guilty because you sold us this package and now we’re all here, but you have no idea how grateful we were to have a ship like this essentially to ourselves.”
You shrugged. “You were booking in the off-season. We were lucky anyone was looking for a ship to commandeer.”
He smiled. “Whatever you say. Sleep well, y/n.”
You watched him walk away for a while, then slowly closed the door, once more pushing down thoughts of how attractive your client was.
———
The first zombie crawled onto the ship during a storm.
You had been eating with all of the guests, looked out the window and did a double-take. “Dobby! Come here.”
Dobby, the head engineer, politely excused himself and came over to join you at the window. “What is it?”
You pointed. “Stern, crawling over the railing.”
He squinted as he tried to see, flinching as lightning flashed—but gasping a bit as he spotted the zombie.
“Everyone is accounted for, right?”
“Right. Okay. Show-time, I guess. Bernie! Clyde! Time to get the lights on and try and decapitate a creature!”
You kept scanning the ship to check for anything else. “Someone tell the captain!”
“Yes, miss,” Clyde called.
Yoongi joined you, looking out. “Guess we know how long it takes for a zombie to swim to us.”
“Yup. Seven days. But it looks weaker than I expected. Maybe it is physically tiring?” You folded your arms, wincing as the floodlights turned on.
It was hideous. It looked like a human, but the skin looked like it had been boiling, and the eyes were strange—the irises almost black, and far too large, to easily noticeable from the distance. It’s jaw seemed unhinged, the mouth hanging open and not moving at all as a guttural screech emanated from it.
“No wonder people are so terrified,” Yoongi whispered.
“I’d like to wake up now,” Hoseok whispered behind you.
“Let’s get to safety, everyone,” You said softly. “Head down into the hallway. Just like we practiced.”
The soft noises of activity soon followed, everyone hearing you in their horrified silence, and moving to act as you had all practiced in the evacuation drills that had started four days ago. There were about eight different contingencies and several ranks of command.
Yoongi’s hand slid around yours, fingers locking around your fingers, and he squeezed your hand slightly. “Assuming it’s contagious. How long do you think we can hold out against the majority of the population of the world being zombified?”
“I think we’re lucky if we last a month like this,” You replied quietly. “We have little fortification, a few sporadic ships that may or may not be able to provide us with help, and no signs of any government being able to assist those who have survived. We’re in a warmer climate, which probably isn’t helping, and we have no idea if this contagion can spread to or through animals.”
“And no way of finding out except through evidence.”
“Essentially,” You whispered, looking around the deck and checking the positions of the crew as they carefully surrounded the zombie to try and dispatch it—the storm not exactly helping matters. “Come on, Dobby.”
You both fell quiet as you watched the crew carefully, and successfully, dispatch the zombie, both breathing sighs of relief.
“The storm should let up soon,” Yoongi murmured.
You nodded, still watching the crew members to make sure they made it to safety.
A few minutes later the all-clear signal sounded over the P.A. system.
Yoongi tugged your hand lightly. “Come on. I need a break from everyone.”
“Then, go, I’ll cover for you.”
“Nah, I want you to come with me. You need a break from everyone’s expectations.” He squeezed your hand, and gently tugged you along.
“But, why do you want me with you?” You asked.
He huffed. “Because I do.”
“Okay,” You replied, still confused.
He led you to his cabin (which was one of the best) and locked the door. “So they don’t come barging in. They do that sometimes.”
You nodded, looking around the cabin casually, even though you knew what they looked like and had cleaned these rooms on more than one occasion.
“We were actually worried at first, because Hoseok gets seasick, but he’s being doing well. Sometimes it’s hard to remember that we’re on a ship.”
“And then a storm hits and you remember all of those movies and true stories about shipwrecks?”
He chuckled lightly. “Yeah. I don’t think I could face them all right now, especially since they’ll be figuring out that zombies can reach us out here. Let them think what they want about us not being around. Our video crew has been filming for posterity, and it’s exhausting. Who’s going to care about how we spent our days on this ship?”
“Well, if we survive, meaning the human race as a whole, I imagine one day they may use it to make a film about you,” You joked, watching the rain pelt the windows.
“You too.”
“Why would they care about an extra translator? No, I’d be cut out and replaced with a super-secret girlfriend love interest, who obviously is terrified and you would save her from the zombies, because the truth and accuracy are inconsequential, and what’s important is the story.”
“Not that you care,” He teased.
“No, never, why would I care. Like I said, I make for a boring story,” You waved it away. “Besides, their movie would probably have a better ending than what reality will give us.”
“Maybe not,” He whispered, also looking outside. “You’re looking at the worse situation, right?”
“Probably.”
“So, best situation is we’re able to survive. We get through this. We set up defenses and we help other people to defend themselves and join us in fighting against these zombies, and…yes, the world will be different, but it will still be here. I mean, there are people in all sorts of remote places in the world, and we hope they’ve been warned, but most of all, they’re there. They may be safe. And maybe some of the defenses of the different countries are still standing. Military bases, forts, bunkers…we have to believe that there is still hope out there. We just…don’t know how to gauge how much hope there is.”
You pulled out your phone, noticing that you still had a signal. Noticing that you had a notification. “We need to get you back to the other boys.”
“What?”
“Come on. We’re going to talk to your staff and get you set up for a live on YouTube.”
“You don’t really think that’s still—”
“I do.”
“Wait,” He pulled you to a stop and turned you toward him. “Explain.”
“You have over 50 million subscribers, and are one of the top boybands in the world. You go live, you might be able to help us figure out how many people are still out there. It might connect you guys back to your family. To the family of the staff. We might be able to get help with making our boat defensible, or we might be able to meet up with a naval vessel that has been unaffected. It’s a long shot, but any sort of chance is a chance we should take, right?”
His eyes widened, and he looked troubled, but he nodded. “Okay. Alright. But you should join us in the video as a proper translator.”
“No, you’ll be fine, we can write out a message for Namjoon to read or something. We can plan things out, what you guys say and all of that. If there are other people out there, members of army, maybe they could use a familiar face.”
He still held you in place. “Okay. Let me change.”
You nodded. “I’ll wait outside.”
He nodded, but didn’t let go. “Hey, y/n?”
“Yes?”
He smiled softly. “If we were destined to get stuck on this cruise ship, I’m glad destiny chose you to be here too.”
Your heart was pounding in your ears, and you felt too warm all over and you spluttered something out and darted out the door as your brain went into a complete meltdown.
“Playboy!” You mind screamed.
“Honeyboy!” Your fangirl screamed.
“BREATHE!” Your lungs shouted as you wheezed and slid down the wall of the hallway.
He came out a few minutes later, and looked at you slightly confused. “Um, why are you sitting on the floor? Did I take that long?”
“Nah, I’m just, you know, meditating,” You refused to meet his eyes because if you did you would start your freakout all over again. Stupid fangirl. It was the zombie apocalypse and all your brain was telling you was that he was glad you were there and he was looking at you and that he kept getting you alone and talking with you and….
And oh no. Oh no no.
Did he like you?
Zombies. Focus on the zombies.
He was holding your hand again.
Apparently, he’d messaged the other boys and they were already gathered and the staff were there setting things up, and you guessed the translator or Namjoon had told some of the crew what they were doing, because they were helping set up. And they were doing V-Live and YouTube at the same time.
You stayed behind the cameras with a small whiteboard to help when they got stuck and to give them further things to say in English to try and help.
You considered them having at least half a million views encouraging, but you could tell that even the BTS staff were disconcerted at the small number.
Eventually the boys were mostly just talking to continue it and reassure anyone that may be watching that for the moment they were safe, and that they hoped that everyone else was safe as well. That they hoped this would pass soon.
They talked about the food, Jungkook and Taehyung belted out a few bars of different songs at intervals, Hoseok did his best to be bright and hopeful, Seokjin and Jimin jokingly flirted with the camera, Namjoon made faces and cracked a joke or two, and Yoongi talked about the future. Yoongi talked about someday looking back on this, just as we look back, and being able to think of it as a historical event that the world conquered.
They had over four million viewers when they ran out of things to say and decided to end it.
“So, again, these videos are going to be posted as soon as possible, and we hope we can meet up with and help those who may be in similar situations, or maybe those who are trapped can get help through this. Even if we just brought a moment of happiness, we will find fulfillment in that. We love you, and hope to see you all again.”
Jungkook and Jimin were crying shortly after the cameras were off.
Hoseok hugged onto them, which prompted Taehyung to hug them as well.
Seokjin tugged the other two into their impromptu group hug.
You set aside the whiteboard and headed outside, the rain finally gone. It was lighter than before, and the sun was trying to peek through again. Not quite successful yet, but every here and there you could spot a beam of sunlight breaking through.
The waves were still pretty intense, but not as bad as they could have been given the storm.
And there were gulls.
Which meant the boat was close enough to a land mass that the birds could fly out.
You hurried up to the bridge, not bothering to ask permission. “How far are we from land?”
“Well, we’ve slowed down and drifted slightly off course, which may be a good thing, since that creature crawled aboard, but,” Cob gestured to the maps he was using. “According to radar and such, we should be able to see the island in about half an hour.”
“But if the zombie came from there, we could be in trouble.”
He grunted.
You sighed, staring out at the turbulent waters. “The island could only be so big, though, which means that if they did come from there, there couldn’t have been too many people there to begin with. Right?”
“Unless it came from one of the ships we were going to be meeting up with.”
“Are we going to die?”
“Not if I have any say in it.”
“Okay. Then we’ll circle around, do our best to fortify and defend the ship, and hope for the best.” You bit your lip. “Right?”
Cob placed an arm around your shoulders. “Take heart, lass. Do something fun, would you? It’s not the end of the world yet, and there’s plenty of daylight to be had. Why don’t you see if that cat-boy wants to go to the bush-whacked deck and splash some paint around. You can take the others there some other time, but he seems to help you lighten up.”
You were a little busy trying not to die from Cob calling Yoongi a cat-boy. “Yoongi. His name is Yoongi.”
“Right. Couldn’t recall. Lots of names to remember. But he reminded me of a cat. Not in a bad way—”
“I’m going to go paint in the bushwhack deck. Don’t expect anything pretty.”
“I don’t,” He laughed happily.
You weren’t sure you wanted to try and find Yoongi, so you resolved to go change into clothes you could paint in first.
“Hey.”
You jumped, squeaked, and lashed out—nearly missing Yoongi.
He looked at you with wide eyes, just sort of blinking while you processed everything that just happened.
“Hi. Sorry. Hi.” You covered your heart to make sure it was still inside of you.
“Where you off to?”
“Um, you know the deck that’s off-limits?”
He nodded, looking a little wary.
“That’s because it’s under renovation. So, the crew goes there to vent and get away from everyone else. So, I’m going to change into clothes that I don’t mind getting paint on, and I’m going to go have fun splashing paint on everything.”
“Ah.”
“Would you like to come with me?”
He glanced over to where the others were still gathered, contemplating it. “Just me.”
“You can tell them to sneak down at a later time.”
He nodded slowly, then more vigorously. “Okay. I’ll meet you down there in ten, and tell them to come down in an hour or something?”
“That works.” You smiled a bit. “See you there.”
He nodded again, leaned in and kissed your cheek, and then walked back toward the others.
Your brain short-circuited as you hurried to your room to change and go down to the deck to pull out the paint and brushes.
Yoongi didn’t say anything as he joined you, simply helped move the paints into the room you wanted to paint in. It was one of the rooms with windows, so it had some natural light. But it also still had a bed in it, so you had to cover that with the plastic tarps.
But Yoongi stopped you. “You rushed up to talk to the captain. What scared you?”
You shrugged slightly. “The seagulls.”
His eyebrows drew together. “Birds scare you?”
“The fact that they can only go so far from land without dying does,” You elaborated. “I just wanted to see if it was a fluke from a storm.”
“And?”
“We’re nearing the island. It will be visible in about an hour at the speed we’re going, which is the slowest speed possible.”
He nodded. “So the zombie may have come from there.”
“Possibly,” You whispered.
He swore, closing his eyes as he pulled you into a hug.
You froze for a moment, then relaxed into the hug, wrapping your arms around him as well.
“You wouldn’t be some insignificant side character, y/n,” He whispered. “You’d be the main character.”
“Yeah right,” You choked out.
He held you tighter. “You would. You definitely would. That would be the only way the movie would have any plot.”
He drew back, resting a hand on your cheek. “I would love to be your romantic interest in the movie too.”
“We’re facing the end of humanity.”
“Which is why it’s important,” He answered easily. “Which is why I want to tell you that I was interested in you from the day we met you on the docks. You’re intelligent, beautiful, and strong. Stronger than me, stronger than most people on this ship. Do you object to me being interested in you? The world has gone to hell, people won’t need a boyband when this is over. They’ll need farmers, builders, engineers, and families.”
“Families,” You repeated quietly.
He nodded, taking your hands. “Families. I can never leave the other boys, they’re my family, especially if my actual relatives….”
“I understand.”
“But…maybe we can live somewhere together. Near each other, but separated.”
“You understand I used to be an Army?” You double-checked.
He grinned, laughing. “Yeah. I knew it when you laughed at one of the jokes. Usually only army’s understand it. I think it’s sort of fitting.”
“I’ve got a concussion and I’m having a weird dream,” You said, closing your eyes because that was the only logical explanation.
Except he kissed you.
And dang was he a good kisser.
“GET AWAY FROM HER!”
You jumped, turning toward your fuming ex-boyfriend. “Oh my God, go away!”
“Take your hands off of my girl!” He bellowed at Yoongi.
YOongi frowned and pulled you closer. “What is he holding?”
You glanced down and realized it was some sort of pill bottle. “Oh my God…tell me those aren’t from—”
“It’s all a hoax, you’re doing this to try and torment me, right? I’ll prove my love for you is stronger than anything.”
“Don’t! Please don’t!” You started toward him, but it was too late.
You watched in horror as he downed several pills.
“There, see! I’m fine! It’s all a hoax so that these terrorists can take over!”
You choked a little. “You need to get those out of your system—now! Even if they don’t turn you, that’s enough to overdose!”
“I told you! I’m fine!” He yelled, but his voice had already started changing.
“We need to get out of here before he changes,” Yoongi whispered. “Windows?”
“Only if you want to go swimming,” You replied. “Grab the chair and throw it at him.”
“Uh….”
“Do it!” You ordered, hurrying to a paint can.
Your ex made an ungodly noise as the chair hit him and you were quick to follow, swinging the full paint can at his head with as much velocity as you could muster.
Yoongi grabbed your hand and both of you started sprinting away. “What do we do? If he goes up, he could run into any number of people?”
“We have to take care of it before he can fully change. We need a way to cut off his head.”
“I don’t suppose he’d hold still while we used a saw?”
“Probably not,” You answered, looking around as the two of you ran. Finally you spotted something useful. “Break in case of emergencies, right?”
Your ex made that ungodly screeching noise again, and his footsteps were unnaturally fast as they beat the ground behind you and Yoongi.
Yoongi hurried ahead and broke open the case with something he must have picked up, grabbing the ax.
You stopped to throw a piece of furniture in the zombie’s path, hoping it would slow him down or trip him up or anything that might give you the advantage.
The two of you darted upstairs after doing your best to block the door.
Then you took the ax. “Sound the alarm.”
He grabbed the handle of the ax. “What do you think you’re doing?”
“Leading him away from the crowd. We don’t have time to debate—”
He took it and started running. “Sound the alarm. He’s focused on me.”
You looked after him in horror, then quickly started running toward the nearest place you could trigger an alarm, ducking into a room so that the zombie wouldn’t see you, holding your breath.
Finally, you could hear it going after Yoongi.
You signaled the bridge then hurried after them, looking for anything that would help along the way.
Only to see Yoongi barely holding the zombie off, even in the bright sunlight.
You went barreling into it, all while your mind screamed at you and tried to tell you to stop.
Or maybe that was Yoongi.
But it gave Yoongi the space and time to swing the ax, catching the zombie’s neck and knocking it back.
You grabbed a lifebuoy and pushed it over his head, trapping his arms. “Finish him!”
And Yoongi did, though you both stared in horror at the by-product of your battle.
You met his gaze, swallowing hard. “Is this a dream?”
He reached out and pulled you away from the body. “We need to wash the blood off. Come on.”
You were shaking all over, so it was a miracle you managed to walk without tripping.
Dobby and the others hosed both of you down, making sure the water sprayed straight off the deck, then went to clean things while the Bangtan staff brought both of you towels.
“How did that get onto the ship in broad daylight?” Cob asked, hurrying up.
You looked up at him. “It was Charlie.”
“Charlie let it get on the ship?”
“No,” You answered, confused. “That thing…was Charlie. He had pills. Pills from Biogene.”
“You should have let me throw him overboard,” He muttered, petting your head, and then physically maneuvering Yoongi to check him over. “Good. You look unhurt. Wouldn’t want to cut your head off too.”
Yoongi was just a little stunned.
“Get them out of this wind!” Lori huffed, glaring at everyone and then ushering the two of you inside and out of the wind. “You need to get into dry clothing, come on. You, you’re one of his brothers?”
The boys all froze.
She gently shoved Yoongi toward them. “Make sure he gets changed and tuck him in. Marta! Get soup to both rooms.”
You didn’t object to her manhandling, just accepting it because Lori could take you if she put her mind to it, and she was right there ready to take you.
She bundled you in blankets after helping you change into dry clothing, scolded Marta for taking so long bringing the soup, and she force-fed you the soup.
When she had done that, you knew it was time to push a bit.
“I need to go talk to him,” You whispered, ignoring the trembling of your hands and the comforting call of your bed.
Lori looked you in the eye, evaluating you, then nodded. “Let me fix your hair.”
You nodded and let her work, not even checking her work before you and your blanket wrap were heading to Yoongi’s room.
His door was open, and the others were there, but he saw you, and he pushed himself up.
The others glanced over to see what had caught his attention, then seemed to all find an excuse to leave the two of you alone.
You wandered over to the bed as the boys left.
Yoongi looked up at you, eyes sad. “Are you okay?”
You shrugged, slowly sitting on the edge of the bed. “I now know that my instincts to survive are strong enough to kill someone that I know once they’ve turned. So…I’m dealing with that.”
He shuddered and reached out, pulling you down into his arms. “We did what was necessary for the survival of everyone else on this ship.”
“How many friends are we going to lose because of all of this?”
He shook his head. “Let’s not go there.”
You turned your head into his shoulder, fighting back the tears. You had to separate moments out by mere seconds: him kissing you, a moment, and then your ex turning into a zombie. There was a moment in there, that you wished you could imagine was longer.
His fingers stroked your hair lightly, then rested on your back. “But you know…I think we’re going to be just fine. We definitely need more weapons, but I think we’ll make it.”
“You know something I don’t?”
He nodded. “While we were downstairs, a naval vessel contacted the captain. They’re about a day away from us.”
“They know the zombies can swim?”
“They do. And they’ve checked all quarters and removed all Biogene products. They had a small issue at the beginning, but they’ve got it under control now. They’re going to meet with us, and we’re going to work together. They had some civilians that they rescued, and not enough beds, so we’ll take some of their civilians, and perhaps some of their soldiers.”
“And the government?”
“It’s…sort of functioning. Multiple ones are functioning on a…mild capacity. Enough to try and organize their military to reclaim lands.”
“So, where are we being escorted?”
“I don’t know. That’s about all the information that was received, I guess. I’m sure we’ll find out more when we meet up. But…it’s good, right? That we’re able to meet up with a naval vessel?”
You nodded. “As long as we don’t get overrun by zombies tonight.”
“What a bright side,” He chuckled, lightly stroking your back. “Y/n.”
You relaxed at the gentle tone in which he said your name.
“Whatever happens, let’s make it through this together? I don’t have too many skills that are usable outside of music, but I’ll do whatever it takes to take care of you?”
You peeked up at him. “Are you sure?”
He nodded. “Yeah. I’m sure. I might be relying on you, though.”
You wrapped your arms around him. “That’s fine. I can handle that. If you’re okay with me falling apart now and than.”
“I’ll try and hold you together,” He replied, squeezing you. “We’ve got a couple hours of daylight. Want to nap?”
You pushed yourself fully onto the bed and let him help you under the covers. “Yeah, okay. I could sleep.”
He smiled, taking your hand as you both lay on your sides, facing one another. “Sweet dreams, y/n.”
“Sweet dreams,” You whispered back, still studying him with your eyes half-closed.
If you could make it to safety, then spending your life with him would be great. Better than great.
“Don’t let the zombies bite,” He murmured, smiling slightly at the teasing, and the way you swatted him.
Then you let the subtle sway of the ship rock you into sleep next to the man you just might love.
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