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It burns, doesn’t it? [Pt.20]

Genre/au: Mafia!au, Mature, Fluff, Angst. Violence. Warning/trigger warning: graphic imagery, gang activity, gun usage, mature subject matter, mild drug usage, murder, suggestive language, lots of language, brief crude/unnerving behavior, mentions of blood, toxic/abusive themes, humiliation, gas-lighting(?), cheating is a subject of debate, brief non-explicit s*x, betrayal, lies. Don’t like don’t read please💗

Members: Bts Feat. Got7, Lisa

→ Pairing: Jungkook x reader x ?

→Summary: The mafia tore your life apart, if it wasn’t for your will to live, it would have killed you long time ago. After pain, the betrayal and lies, you’ve survived somehow—you’re apart of a family now, but there’s no love here.

word count: 10k +

author’s note: I hope you enjoy, it’s been a while 🫶 please see m.list for previous parts💗 will edit later😪

Your world has been flipped upside down and inside out.

You’re not the same person you were two years ago. You’re not where you thought you’d be or with who you thought you’d be with. By now, you would have been on the path to graduate in the fall of this year. That’s not happening anytime soon, maybe never. Not since you’ve joined this madness for your own survival, there’s no other way out.

You’ve been outside in the grass for an hour, walking in the cold, just begging for the sun to beat down on you for a little bit. Today was supposed to be your first hand-to-hand combat lesson from Jimin. Your stomach twisted in anxiety all morning. The last encounter you had with him was less than pleasant.

Oddly, he never showed up. Assuming he forgot, you went outside and to do some conditioning on your own. You did small exercises to loosen up and get your blood pumping. It’s nice to have some time to yourself. You’ve spent so much of your time with Yoongi these days. You’ve spent more time with him then you have with Jungkook. Some days he’d give you lengthy lessons on hierarchy, laws and the systems they use to operate the business. Other days he’d fall asleep from the pain medication and you’d quietly leave the room to go make lunch. No one seems to be home much anymore, it’s usually just you and Yoongi, much to Jungkook’s disdain. He’s out with Namjoon a lot, sometimes for two days at a time you don’t see him.

You creep downstairs after a shower and check the office. He’s not in there so you go to his bedroom but you’re met with a closed door, you knock.

“Come in,”

You walk into the room to see him sitting on the bed, removing the wrap on his abdomen and exposing the bullet wound. Your stomach turns at the sight. You fidget with your fingers and stare at the blood littering the bandage, it takes you back to a bad place.

“What is it?” He lays back, trying to catch his breath. You stand near the door, clenching your hands.

He’s always intimidated you but you can’t say you fear him anymore.

Six months ago, if someone told you you’d be with him almost everyday, you’d say they were crazy. Yet, here you are. He’s assumed this mentor-teacher role that surprisingly fits him. Even after spending all this time with him, you struggle to speak to him sometimes.

“Is there anyway for me to get a phone?” You mumble out your request. “I don’t have one anymore so I need to have some way to communicate with- all of you,”

“Not right now, I’ll make sure you get one when we’re in a stable environment, stay with one of us until then,” You try to hide your disappointment with a small nod. Yoongi steps into his bathroom briefly and when he comes out, you are standing in the same spot. He looks up at you.

“Did you need something else?” That’s the nice version of, ‘why are you still standing there?’

“No but,” You mentally cringe, a bit flustered, “do you need help with changing that?” You point to his side.

"Sure,” He breathes a sigh of relief, if he has to do it one more time he might just scream. He lays back on his pillow and waits.

“I’ll wash my hands first,” You scurry to the bathroom and wash with warm soapy water.

More than anyone, Yoongi has been the most consistent. The same person you hated for getting you into this slowly became the person making it easier to be here. You’ve been through so much with him and because of him—the dynamic is weird. He watches your every move, from the way you discard the old bandage to the clumsy way you unravel new goss.

“Ah,” He winces and you freeze.

“Sorry,” You pause all ministrations, “I’m just trying to make sure it’s clean before-“

“You’re doing fine, I’m just sore,” He offers a bit of praise and you smile, hands feeling less shaky. With a cloth, you clean around the stitching with antiseptic, careful not to press too firmly. You discard the cloth and start wrapping with a clean bandage.

Being so close to the damage makes your stomach queasy. All that you’ve seen and gone through is heavy on your mind. You can’t help but feel partly responsible for this, for Jin’s choices. Yoongi’s chest rises and falls, causing your eyes to drift towards his chest and land on a red ink peaking over his shoulder. Since when did he have a tattoo?

You look to him for approval. “Is that okay?”

He massages his temples with a nod, “Thank you.”

“I’m sorry…”

“Why?”

“Jin shot you…He could have killed you,”

“What he did to me was his choice, it has nothing to do with you. He’s betrayed me before, knowing him comes with the chance of getting stabbed in the back—you didn’t know?”

“No,” You nod sadly, “yes? I don’t know, maybe I didn’t want to admit it.”

“You never know with him. One minute you can trust him with your life,” He tugs a shirt on and moves to the closet to gather some things, “the next you’re running from him to save your life, that’s who he is.”

“I thought that after my fathers death, we would become close,” You bite your lip, “we’re farther apart now than we’ve ever been,”

“That’s hard to believe, given he acted as if you didn’t exist.”

“He never said anything about a sister, even after our dad was killed?”

“He kept any family he had away from us. Because of that, there was never much Namjoon could do to threaten him—until you. Deep down inside, it almost seemed like he loved you.”

You’ve started to wonder if Yoongi even knew what it meant to love someone. He doesn’t seem like Jungkook or Jimin, happy to have a warm body or a listening ear. Yet, there is something symbiotic about the relationship he has with the group, especially with Jin. He seems to depend on them, even if he doesn’t say it or show it.

“I’m sorry,” He sits beside you on the edge of the bed, “I don’t know if I ever told you that, but I am.”

“Thank you,” Your eyes reluctantly meet his, “you did what you had to do though, I can’t imagine what I would have done in your position,”

He doesn’t respond. The truth is, he wants to survive, he wants what he has to survive, if that means selliing someone to do so, so be it. they’re all like that. If it means sabotaging each other, they’ll do that too.

“Is the relationship with your father as complicated as mine was? I didn’t even know what he did until he died…”

“You could say that, he tried to kill me as a kid so that should give you an idea of what he was like. He called it training but I know he wanted to see if I would survive. He abused my mother and anyone close to him, he was a heartless bastard—I have a ton of reasons to hate him and I did at one point.”

You swallow, the reality of who you’re speaking to sets in. “You don’t anymore?”

“No, not so much anymore. He’s dead,” He sniffs, wiping at his nose, nervous tick, “I killed him.”

Of course he killed him.

“Oh…I’m sorry, I mean I know he was awful to you and your mother but,” You place a hand over his in sympathy, “I’m sure that was painful, I know it was when I lost mine. He died right in front of me, I was sick, hysterical—I never felt pain like that before.”

This is deja vu.

Years ago, he recalls having a conversation very similar to this with your brother. He can’t stop staring at you, his doe eyes linger on you longer than they ever have.

“What?” You look around.

He breaks out of his daze when you bring attention to him staring at you.

“I need to take this call,” He stands up and escorts you out, “we’ll talk later, alright?”

You try to hide your disappointment, “Okay,”

You felt like you were just getting somewhere with him. Gone was his cold leader façade, he looked human.

He looked like you.

It was so late when he got home, he was afraid you’d already gone to sleep. He trudged up the steep stairs and straight to your bedroom. He opened the door softly and dropped his bag in the corner. To his dismay, you weren’t in the bedroom at all.

“Y/n?” He looked around upstairs but you were nowhere to be seen. Then it hit him, you’re probably where you’ve been spending most of your time, Yoongi’s office. He begrudgingly marches down the stairs to go get you, it’s his turn to spend time with you.

Without knocking, he peeks into the office and sure enough, you’re asleep with a pen in your hand and a paper under your face. He stops for a moment to admire how peaceful you look and smiles to himself.

He could come home to this for the rest of his life.

When you hear the door creek, you sleepily look up and see Jungkook in the doorway.

“Hey,” You smile, dropping your pen.

“Hey,” He gently smooths a hand through his freshly cut hair, “I’m sorry it’s late, things got backed up and we had to wait.”

“It’s fine,” You visually take in how tired he looks and quickly get up to hug some of his stress away. You hum against his chest.

“I missed you,” He kisses your temple.

When you look up, your heart skips a beat and a cheeky grin forms on your face. “I missed you too,”

“How did your training go?”

“Fine,” He pushes your hair out of your face, eyebrows scrunching.

“Did Jimin teach you?”

“Well…no, I haven’t seen him today, so I just trained myself I guess,”

“Hm,” He squints, touching the abrasion on your skin until you wince, “how’d you get this?”

You shake his hand off and distract him, cupping his face and kissing him. He exhales against your lips and his mouth goes slack. He’s eager but not deliberate at all—he loves to be kissed like he’s about to die.

When you finally separate, he looks at you amused. “Are you trying to seduce me?”

You sigh, hoping he’ll cave in with your persuading, “I don’t know, maybe?”

“I need to shower first,” He thumbs the back of your hand, “do you want to join me?”

“I already showered,” You turn him down, you’re not in the mood to feel the hot water turn cold and for your fingers to start wrinkling up.

“Wait up for me then, so you can finish what you started.”

During his shower, he thinks of what he wants most right now. He wants you, he always does. In his arms and close to his heart, bringing him back to earth. The fragrance of the soap and the warm steam enters your nostrils when the bathroom door opens. In just a few moments, he’s all over you with damp hair and clumsy movements.

“Ah,” he breathes against your ear, “It’s my mom’s birthday today,” He mumbles, eyes half-lidded in ecstasy, a very Jungkook thing to do, “I wanted to call her but-…I couldn’t,”

You hum in acknowledgment, eyes glazing over, body tingling and heart racing when he uses his thumb to coerce you into giving in.

“Ah…there you go—let me know how it feels,” He snickers at your scrunched up facial expression. He suddenly stops his ministrations to knead the soft flesh of your thighs, stretching you a little further than you were prepared for, “I’m a pleaser y’know, I like the guidance,” You look up with pleading eyes, you can’t bring yourself to do it. It’s bad enough that the walls are thin and everyone is home—you are not bringing anymore attention to yourself.

”Talk to me,” he exasperates further, “you’d think I was choking you, don’t hold your breath,” He smirks, hand leaving your thigh to cup your face, “I don’t want you passing out on me.”

”Jungkook,” You gasp for air, “I don’t want anyone to hear,”

You try to hide from his piercing gaze but you have nowhere to turn. Without a word, he leans down to kiss you but you don’t offer much movement back. It could be the overstimulation of it all but you keep spacing out. He’s frustrated. He becomes increasingly heavy-handed, relentless, as if to force your presence to remain attentive to his.

It hurts a little, the scars on your thighs are sore under his fingers. You don’t have the will to tell him to stop. He already handles you like you’re glass, you don’t want him to feel that way right now, you don’t know how you want him to feel or yourself.

He breaks the kiss and continues like he didn’t just sophisticate you, “I ha- haven’t talked to my mother in almost a year, I don’t know if I can hear her voice and not cry,”

“I’m- I’m sure she wants to hear from you,” You whisper, wrapping your arms around his neck for purchase.

“I don’t think so,” He chuckles, “she’s-…It doesn’t matter, I have you, you’re all I need,” His face is like a furnace when he presses his forehead to yours, his necklace tickling your chin, “I love you, I love you,”

When he says things like this, you’re reminded of how vulnerable he can be. For some reason, you feel a tinge of guilt.

A whimper spills from his lips and you feel his whole body go rigid. Then there’s a loud knock on the door. You cringe and Jungkook practically cries out in annoyance, face sinking into the crook of your neck.

“Ignore it, they’ll leave,” he mutters between kisses on your neck, “shh, just focus on me.” he tries to chase the fading feeling as it grows more distant.

There’s another knock on the door, this time louder and harder.

“Put some pants on and come out for the damn meeting!” Taehyung’s deep voice thunders and your stomach drops.

“Fuck off!” Jungkook lets out a sound of frustration, “I’m not going to another damn meeting, it’s the middle of the night,” He yells back and promptly leans back down to kiss you, maybe to reignite what is threatening to flee, but Taehyung interrupts again.

“You don’t have a choice, we’re talking about you,” Tae reminds him, “shit is always about you these days.”

“Kook,” your brows furrow in discomfort when his grip tightens on your thighs and your body shys away from his touch, “that h- hurts,”

“I’ll just pick the lock if you don’t come out, how would you like that?”

That did it.

With a half apology, he jumps out of the bed and rushes to get his clothes. The door opens and slams shut behind him, leaving you abandoned. You can’t make out what he’s saying but you know he’s pissed.

“What the fuck do you want?”

“I knew that would get you out,” Taehyung laughs, taking note of Jungkook’s wet fringe and visibly tensed muscles, he’s visibly winded, “let’s go.”

“I’ve been out all day, I’m not going to another meeting in the middle of the fucking night, why do I need to be there? What is there to talk about? You guys could have talked to me earlier,”

“Namjoon wants to discuss relocating and Junghyun. That prick is your real brother, isn’t he? You should go see about him, it’s your fault we have to deal with him anyway.”

They both look back and see Jimin who has somehow found time to get silver streaks put in his hair. His pretty eyes look glazed over as he scans Jungkook up and down. His eyes roll and he burns with envy—Jungkook goes back into that room with you. Every night.

Despite being upset with you, he still can’t deny your appeal—it’s hard to ignore you.

“He’s publicly calling for your arrest,” Hoseok happens to be on his way downstairs and joins the conversation, “personally, I think you could use some jail time, you’ve caused a lot of problems for us.”

Jungkook tries to open the door to go back to you but Taehyung threatens something worse. He doesn’t get the chance to let you know why he’s gone and the door is left slightly open.

So you lay there, staring at the door and trying to steady your breathing. Anxiety builds in your chest, how can you get to the door like this? You grimace, Jungkook should have made sure the door was closed.

Your heart sinks when you see the footsteps pass the door—then slowly come back.

The door creaks and light enters the dark cozy room, followed by the door shutting.

It’s Jimin.

“Hi,”

You clutch the bedsheets—what does he want?

“I want to talk to you about what I said the other day,” He slowly paces around the dark room, “I said you were conniving, a back stabbing bitch and a fucking liar like your brother…I’m sorry,” He sits on the edge of the bed, a longing expression on his face, “I was just angry,”

You swallow, knuckles white from how hard your gripping the sheets. He’s apologizing but your mind is still stuck on, ‘back stabbing bitch.’

“What?”

“I’m sorry,” He traps you between his arms, one arm on each side of you, “I thought about it and I realized that you- You didn’t do this, he did. He ruined you,” Tears begin to well in his eyes and you look at him wide eyed, “you’re not the same girl I know when you’re with him.”

You try to sit up, but he’s too close, the cover could easily get pulled under his weight.

This is scary—he’s a staring into your soul, tears rolling down his cheeks and dripping off his chin. It’s hard to tell whether this is guilt, an attempt to gain pity, or a mental breakdown—knowing him, it could be all three. “I’m so sorry, Y/n,”

“It- it’s okay…” You look away, too nervous to say anything else.

“Really? You forgive me?” He smiles, tears dissipating just as soon as they appeared.

You put on a convincing face, “Yes...”

“Even if you say that…I’m still being punished,” He leans into you, face just centimeters from your own, “you’re my punishment.”

“Jimin,” You plead, horror in your eyes, “What do you want from me?…”

“I wanted to see you,” He traces a finger from your brow to your ear, “I can have anyone I want, but not you. Why does it have to be you that I can’t have? Jungkook had to fall for you,” He glances down at your pouting lips, “But to know I can’t have you….it makes me want you even more.”

“Jungkook will be upset if he finds out you we’re here,” You whisper, fearing for his safety and yours.

“He doesn’t have to know I was here, he doesn’t have to know anything about us,”

He notices you clutch the sheets really hard, and your thighs squeeze together. “What’s the matter?” He glances at the nightstand and gathers clues to what was happening in here moments ago.

“Oh…that must be frustrating, he just left you like this,” He smirks, “he hasn’t changed, he uses you just like he used Jiyoon,”

“No, he doesn’t,” You frown, trying to push yourself back into the headboard.

“He does, baby,” He coos, condescension in his tone.

“He’s not like that anymore,” You shake your head, tears pricking at your eyes.

He rubs your thigh over the blanket, “I remember having you at arms reach at one point, you have no idea how hard it was to see you every night, laying in that bed all alone…especially those nights you’d ask me to stay with you and you let me hold you. I‘d have to visit a few of my old friends just to get my mind off of you, cold showers don’t work for me.”

You always ignored Jimin’s red flags, it was easy when you were alone. Were you manipulating him or was he manipulating you? It could be both. But Jimin comes with years of experience, he has seen and done more than you ever have. Some might label him as a whore and they wouldn’t be so far off from the truth. A few hours in the red district and he can quickly make a name for himself.

“But even though I’m attracted to you, I don’t view you as an object, you’re a human being with your own life,” He grabs your wrists to pull you up and hug you. Jungkook’s shirt is all you have on and you shudder at the closeness. But you appease him by hugging him back. You hold him tight, as if you were hugging him on one of those terrible nights. He hums over your shoulder, arms so snug around your waist.

“Jimin,” You sniffle, fighting back tears of your own now, “please go…”

“If I told you I loved you, would you tell him?”

Your mouth gapes in surprise.

“I-…I don’t know.”

“I knew it,” He sneers, “you don’t care about me enough to say that you love me.”

“I do care about you,” Your body feels like it’s numb when he finally lets you go. “I don’t mean to hurt you, I’m just- I’m confused…I’m with Jungkook, I suppose I love you too but not in the same way-“

“You made me fall for you, and now you don’t want me…Your so fucking self absorbed, you can’t even see it.“

You fall silent. Nothing you say can change how he feels. You’ve opened a wound, one that he has never been able to heal.

“It’s fine,” He coos, “if this is all I can get from you, I’ll take it, for now.” He tilts your jaw up by your chin and kisses your neck, purposefully leaving a damp spot to make you squirm against him. Then he leaves the room with a lingering gaze on you.

You lean over on your side and fall apart. You start start to cry into the bedsheets and wish this would all end. Why is this happening? You flee the bedroom and head for the only place you know no one will look for you.

“I’m leaving late tomorrow night, we decided that I should be the first to relocate,”

Yoongi reminds Hoseok who won’t be joining him to his dismay. The leaders need to distance themselves, being in close quarters for too long is never good.

He shuts the door with an exhale.

“Come out,”

You open the bathroom door and gasp at the sight of the gun. He lowers it as soon as he sees that it’s you.

“I’m sorry! I’ll leave,” You rub the tears from your eyes, only making them look more irritated, “I just-…I knew no one would look for me here.”

“Wait,” He puts his gun away with a sigh, “did something happened? You look like you’ve been crying,” He scans you up and down for injury as you keep your hands on your face to cover your eyes.

“Did someone hurt you?” He questions firmly and you shake your head, “you can tell me.”

“No…” You mumble and he comes down from high alert.

You stand there, tears now rolling down your cheeks. This is not a new sight to Yoongi, panic attacks and breakdowns are concepts he knows well. Whatever or whoever caused this must have made you feel unsafe, that’s the only explanation he can gather.

“Where’s Jungkook?”

“He- he went to a meeting,” You sniffle, “you weren’t with them?”

“No.”

“Oh,”

He looks you over, debating whether he should inquire more. When he looks at you, he wishes he’d think of Geongmin or Rose, but he doesn’t. He can’t seem to figure it out with you. You’re not Jin but he feels that same sense of familiarity as if you were.

What am I thinking?

You start to breathe at a concerning pace.

“You’re gonna pass out if you can’t stop hyperventilating like that,” He stands in front of you to make sure you don’t collapse, “take a deep breath,” He breathes in and out, trying to get you to do the same, “if you aren’t hurt then what happened?”

“I don’t want Jungkook to see me,” You breathe in and exhale shakily.

That doesn’t explain what happened, you know that.

“If the meeting is over I’m sure he’s looking for you.”

“I know, I’ll go, I just need a minute.”

There’s a knock on the door and then you hear Namjoon’s voice.

Yoongi looks at you, then to the door, then back to you.

He waits for him to walk away from the door before whispering to you, “go back to your room, you’ll create more problems for yourself if you come to me like this, you know that.”

“But-“

“Go, we’ll talk tomorrow,” He takes your hand briefly, “I promise.”

He says that for your sake and slips out, door shutting abruptly behind him. It didn’t feel good to hear him say that. You want to be with Jungkook but there’s an unexplained uncertainty that creeps up. You scurry back to the room and catch Namjoon’s eye on the way upstairs. When you retreat back into the bedroom, he’s there waiting.

Jungkook sits in the chair in the corner of the room, no smile detected.

“Where have you been?”

“You left the door open,” You evade the question with a harsh reply, “don’t act concerned about where I’ve been when you left me in here half naked.”

“Shit,” He rubs the back of his neck, instantly feeling regret, “I’m sorry, they were rushing me and Taehyung was going to open the door if I didn’t do something-“

“Anything could have happened.“

His eyes widen. “Did something happen?”

“No, but-“

“Why did you leave the room then? It would have been safer for you to stay in here and close the door. But you left, why?” He stands up and slowly walks you down until your back hits the wall, “if nothing happened then you shouldn’t have a problem telling me.” You glare up at him as he towers above you, so close.

You saw this coming a mile away. The interrogation, the trust fading into the abyss. You turn your head, refusing to answer.

“Y/n,” He backs away, “you’ve been crying,” He cups the side of your face, not knowing that was the second time you’ve heard that tonight. “What’s going on?“

“I just needed some fresh air,” You brush his hand off of your face, “that’s all,”

“Fresh air, you leave the house without saying anything for some goddamn fresh air,”

“I don’t want to be stuck in here all the time, why do you have a problem with that?”

His expression darkens, you don’t know what’s going through his mind—let alone your own.

“We’re in a sketchy town in the middle of nowhere, that’s why.”

“You just want to control me,” You throw a jab.

“Don’t act like you need someone to control you then,” He lowers his gaze, “I protect you, whether you think it’s controlling or not, I don’t care.”

You feel your blood pressure rise.

“I thought you wanted me to join the group and work with you, why are you acting like I can’t do anything without you? I may not know as much as you but I’m not stupid, I know how to look out for myself.”

“That’s not what I’m saying,” He tries to get closer but you press your back further into the wall, “I just worry about you,”

“If things didn’t happen the way they did, I don’t think you would have chosen me,” You blurt that out with no real concern for the ramifications, “you don’t want someone like me.”

“What? Why the fu k would you even say that?” He pauses to process what you said, “I love you, it doesn’t matter if we would have met in this life or another, you’re still the person that I love.”

“But I don’t know what love is, I used to but not anymore,” You mutter, “and I don’t think it’s what we have.”

He looks at you as if you were his worst fear in the flesh.

“What’re you saying? How do you not know what it is but say it’s not what we have?”

Every word out of his mouth feels like a gag being shoved down your throat. You want to explain further but even you don’t know what you’re saying.

“Say something, Y/n. You can’t say something like that and then go silent,”

“I don’t know why I thought I could do this, I’ve been trying but it’s not working, I can’t be a part of this. I hate having to put on an act... I’m trying to be brave and strong but I’m not, I’m not like you.”

“Baby,” He sighs, “is that why you’re upset? You don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with. This is a lot, being a apart of this group isn’t easy-“

“That’s not it! It’s just the group, I just-…I’m not supposed to be here, I want to go home,”

He remains calm, “You are home, you’re with me.”

“No, my real home, with my family.”

You know your words hit him like a dagger to his heart. But you can’t keep pretending anymore, he deserves your truth.

“Today, I wrote a letter so that I could tell my aunt, everything that’s happened to me, she may never get to read it but I needed to get it off my chest,” You’re a bit embarrassed to admit it, “I don’t know when I’ll see her again but I know she’ll have questions, I don’t know what she’ll think if she finds out about you.“

“We’re in this for life. So was your dad and your brother, she‘ll have to accept it, it’s a big part of who you are now. Why are you all of a sudden worried about what she thinks?”

“I just am, ok?” You bite the inside of your lip,“god, I don’t know who I am anymore,” You rub your eyes to clear away any stray tears, “I’m so lost, I feel lost and confused, and I’m not happy, Jungkook,”

“What does that have to do with how you feel about me? You just suddenly don’t know how you feel about me?” His brows knit together after promptly dismissing your confession. He may as well have just said he doesn’t give a damn about your identity crisis. “If you don’t want to be an active member and train, I’ll talk to them-“

“No, I never said-“ You pause, “Are you even listening to me? I don’t feel like myself, that’s what I’m trying to tell you- Just forget I said anything, I’m sorry I even brought it up.” You storm past him to shut the light off and crawl back into bed.

“Hey,” The bed dips behind you and he lets out a deep sigh, “listen.”

To his surprise, you actually look back at him.

“You have to decide,” He plants a delicate kiss on your forehead. “think about who got you through this shit in the first place, think of where you’d be if it weren’t for me.”

Silence pangs throughout the room, giving you ample time to think about what he just said. He eventually sinks down behind you but doesn’t touch you. You got your answer, and it doesn’t feel very good. There’s no epiphany or moment of clarity, you don’t feel grateful, you don’t feel anything. Nothing.

There are defining moments in the lives of every mafia member. Everyone has a unique story that shaped them. Jimin’s story is not tragic like Jungkook’s or privileged like Namjoon’s, his life is more along the lines of a tale of the bad outweighing the good.

Before finding a permanent home with Namjoon, he had a home on the streets. His story began in grade school. He moved from his parent's home in the countryside to an all-boys school in the city. The same school Namjoon and Taehyung attended. He was 10. For a period in his life, he questioned his parent's love for him. Why send him to a city he knew nothing about with no family within reasonable travel distance? He concluded that they didn’t want him.

The last time he saw his parents was at his high school graduation. He arrived in the art teacher's car, not the most appropriate mode of transportation. No one ever knew why she took such a liking to him. He was sure no one saw the glances that were a little too long for the teacher to be on a student. Or the hugs that were a little too tight for a teacher and student. There were nights he would sneak out of the dorm to explore the city with a few bad friends. Those “friends” would use him. They would make him do things that they couldn’t do without a pretty face like his. He’d crawl back into the dorm, drunk and sometimes bruised. He never said what he did those nights, but it was clear it took a toll on him at the tender age of 16.

Namjoon observed how people responded to Jimin. He did that to everyone, every person has a niche. Even strangers would stop to give him a second glance. Older women especially loved him, something about him made them feel alive. The boy was born to be admired. It was at that moment that he realized how special Jimin was.

“My little brothers, graduating!” Namjoon welcomed them into the limousine with a beaming grin, “and just one more to go, you’ll be joining them soon, Jungkook.” He rubs the youngest shoulder.

“Maybe,” Jungkook shrugs, “graduating isn’t that important to me-“

“You might as well finish,” Hoseok rolls a joint with skill and lights it just as skillfully, “if this mafia gig doesn’t work you need something to fall back on,”

“He’s right, Kook,” The leader pops a bottle of champagne, giving the heavy drink his glass first, “make your mama proud one last time before you sell your soul to the mafia.”

It was one occasion where they all dressed up, ready to meet the dinner reservation, hit the clubs, and probably get wasted. Yoongi didn’t join but he sent gifts in the form of letters, Jin as well. Hoseok didn’t have much to do so he tagged along. At this point, his hair was long, to his shoulders, during his sleazy drug dealer phase.

Rose gave Taehyung a big hug but Geongmin was nowhere to be seen.

“I’m so proud of you guys,” Rose kisses her brother's cheek and gives Jimin a kind smile.

“No kiss for me?” Jimin pouts, leaning over to Rose with puppy dog eyes.

“Just this one time, Jimin,” She humors him with a kiss on the cheek and he giggles, “happy?”

“Very,” He flutters his lashes.

That night, they partied like there was no tomorrow. Namjoon insisted they deserved it and should indulge in a good time. Jimin managed to slip away to the strip club, where he ran into an old friend—an old girlfriend.

“Oh my god,”

Her name was Petal, that’s what she went by on stage. She was 6 years older than him and ruined their relationship fairly quickly, broke his heart and dared him to do anything about it.

“Jimin,” She scurries from the pole and over to him with a panic on her face, “what’re you doing here?”

“You look stunning,” He gives her a charming smile, “did you just start your shift? Your little costume is still on, and there are no bills in your…thong,”

“You need to go, please,” She adjusts her fuzzy pink cowgirl hat, “I can’t talk,”

“Hey, get back on the stage, beautiful!” A drunk 40-something yells from the crowd.

“Where’s your husband? I thought you two bought a house and had a few babies already, what’re you doing out here still selling yourself?”

“He left me, okay? Is that what you wanted to hear, now leave! I’m trying to work,”

She struts back on the stage, wishing she could hide from the piercing gaze that lingered on her.

“Oh,” Jimin shakes his head in disbelief, “so you cheated on him throughout your entire so-called engagement, lying straight to his face, claiming I forced you into fucking me and got me beaten unconscious, just so he could leave you?”

She tries to ignore him and focus on the music, it’s painful enough to be found out, let alone have to continue working.

“Petal,” Jimin leans against the stage corner, she ignores him, “Youjin,” She shudders at her real name, “your boss is watching, we both know you can’t keep a job so don’t mess this up by ignoring a paying customer.” He suddenly pulls out a hundred dollar bill, waving it around like a treat.

She crawls over to the edge of the stage and he tucks the bill into her bra strap. “Good girl,”

That night, he got his revenge. She experienced a fraction of the humiliation she put him through.

Jimin had a rough life. He was often placed as an after thought or a secondary option by the people who used him. His identity had been thrown in a blender his entire life, he was different people for so many different people. His pain and vengeance manifested itself in self-destructive habits that slowly ate away at him. To be on the receiving end of his pain, like Youjin and so many others, was a punishment more damaging to ones mind than ones body. He loved to please at any cost, even at the cost of himself. Was it his fault?

His past weighs heavily on him.

A knock on the door interrupts the first sip of his freshly brewed black coffee.

“Dr. Jeon? It’s Agent Ban, I have a 10 o’clock with you.”

“Come in,”

She opens the office door, revealing her tall figure in a black pant-suit and heels.

“Thank you, I appreciate you taking the time to speak with me this morning,” She takes a seat and pulls out a tablet, “I know you’re very busy with everything that’s going on.”

“Of course,” He smiles, “I assume this is about my brother?”

“Not exactly,” She crosses her legs and pulls out a pen, “I am perusing a separate case that is loosely connected to that one.” ^

”Alright, then how can I help?”

“Your hospital is the most frequented for emergency medical treatment within a 10 mile radius, I wanted to ask if Jeon Jungkook was admitted with anyone.”

”From what I can remember, he had just been in a car accident and I was told he arrived with someone but that person had been checked out before I got to see him. And unfortunately, during the checkout, our systems were down so we have no record of the individual other than the fact that she was a female.”

”I see,” She writes some things down, “that’s all I need to know, thank you.”

“That’s it?” He was expecting more than that but she confirms that she’s gathered what she needs.

“For now, yes, but I’ll be in contact.”

She leaves the hospital and hops back in her car to head to her next location. The police department.

“Can I take a look at all of your current missing persons files? Those who are still missing and those who were found, if you have that available.”

“Sure,” The cop takes her to the file storage and gives her a key, “that drawer has all of the victims who were found over the past year and the bulletin board has the most recent cases that are not yet concluded.”

She takes her time going through the files. There are too many, too many girls not being taken on as priorities. By the time the cops get to them, it’s too late and the damage is done. The more she looks, the farther she feels from her victim. As she sifts through the photos, she has a moment of realization. If the girl is involved with the mafia and they want to keep her identity a secret, there’s no way her relatives would report her as a missing person.

Where could you be?

Morning came and the abrupt awakening set your day off in the worst way. The rain is hammering down on the house and Jungkook is waking you with a shake to your shoulder.

“Wake up, we have to go,” He looks you over, “we found a rat last night.”

You look up with squinted eyes, barely gathering what he said. “B- But…I thought,”

“There are eyes on this place so we have to leave. Get dressed,” He hands you some clothes for you go to the bathroom to get freshened up. This is happening all over again. You’re picking up and leaving the place you started to feel comfortable in.

“Wait, Jungkook,” You attempt to grab his hand but he slips away, “I need to talk to you,”

“Be downstairs in 10 minutes,”

The door slams shut and you get dressed with a thought weighing in your mind. If Jungkook doesn’t want to talk, fine. You were supposed to talk to Yoongi, you can’t leave without talking to him.

“Jungkook will go with me, Hoseok and Taehyung will go together,” Namjoon relays his plan to his best friend and co-leader, “Jimin should go with you, you need someone with the best combat skills, next to Jungkook of course.”

“And Y/n?” Yoongi brings up a valid question.

“What about her?”

“Where should she go?”

“Wherever Jungkook goes, it’s one a way to keep him under control,” Joon lets out a sigh, “but maybe she should go with you, you are teaching her and Jimin is training her.”

“Yeah, she should,” He agrees, “You tell the kid, I’ll talk to her.”

The kid—Namjoon giggles, he hasn’t heard that in a long time.

No one wants to deal with Jungkook’s possessiveness. That’s why Yoongi and Jungkook never got along. Jungkook was a bit too spoiled by Namjoon. He took Jungkook under his wing and treated him like he could do no wrong. Jungkook knew he had Namjoon wrapped around his finger.

It was his weakness.

“Where are we going?”Jungkook asks as he paces idly in the foyer, waiting for you.

“You and I are taking a trip to see a friend of mine in Japan, I think we can discuss moving half of our business over there.”

“How long?”

“Maybe three days? Could be more. We could be there for months, it depends. I like to socialize a bit before getting into the nitty gritty of business, that’s how we keep our clients.”

“Months? Y/n’s gonna give me shit when she finds out-“

“No she won’t,”

“What makes you say that?”

“She’s not coming with us,”

“Why not?” Jungkook frowns.

“Yoongi has really taken her under his wing, isn’t that sweet? He’s taking her with him, it’s best for all of us.”

“How? He doesn’t know her like that-“

“If Jin decides to go after her again, the last place he’ll think to look is anywhere far from you, he’ll think she’s with you but she’ll be with Yoongi.”

“He can find out where she is, if we had a mole then there’s obviously a way he can get that information, it won’t matter.”

“Y/n isn’t coming with us, as a member, she goes where I want her to go or where Yoongi wants her to go, she wants to go with him anyway.”

“How the hell would you know that? Did you talk to her?”

“I saw her leave his room last night, he said they talked, he didn’t say about what but I can put two and two together.”

“She was with him last night?”

“She didn’t tell you?”

“No, there’s a lot of shit she’s not telling me,”

As if things couldn’t get any worse.

You hold onto the stairwell, walking slowly in hopes to not be detected. Namjoon is the first to see you, the brief eye contact was awkward. What makes it more awkward is Jungkook staring you down. It’s not the sweet, starry-eyed gaze, it’s cold.

“Is everything ok?” You walk up to Jungkook, trying to draw out a sweet expression, it doesn’t work. He stands up, brows furrowed as if you had just spouted out utter nonsense.

“I don’t know,” He looks you up and down, “you tell me.”

“What?” You look bewildered, “what do you mean?

“Have you been cheating on me? Because your stories aren’t adding up, tell me the truth,”

Your chest tightens and you ball your fist to release your sudden influx of frustration. You feel a bit embarrassed that Namjoon is watching this unfold.

“No- no,” You stutter, “why would you say that?”

He grabs your wrist and drags you into a random bedroom.

“Hey!” Ryan, the bleach-blonde buzz cut guy who came with Hoseok was in the middle of getting dressed. Jungkook spares him no mind. “You’re fucking crazy man,” He scurries out, struggling to put his shirt on in a state of shock.

“J-Jungkook, what’re you doing?” You swallow.

“You don’t make sense,” He confesses starkly, “you don’t make any fucking sense and it’s making me crazy,” He presses his temples.

You saw this coming. You wished you hadn’t.

“I used to be so sure about you, about us. I knew you were the one that I loved no matter what, you could do anything and I would forgive you, that’s how I felt just yesterday. Now, I don’t know if I can take it anymore. You don’t know what you want or who you are and you expect me to do something about it and I can’t!” He laments, “I can protect you and I can love you but I can’t fix all of your problems and that’s how you treat me, it’s not fair.”

“I never asked you to fix my problems,” You reply bitterly, “I wanted your support, you get upset when I confide in other people but when I confide in you, you don’t care,”

“Those other people don’t care about you,” He walks up to stand in front of your face, “other than you being Jin’s sister, they don’t give a shit about you, don’t you get that? Just because people accept you into something, doesn’t mean they care, they just want something from you-“

“That’s not true!” You cut him off angrily, “you don’t want them to care about me, that’s the real issue. I’m more than just your girlfriend,” Your nose burns as tears well up in your eyes, “I don’t want to just be yours, I want to be myself again,”

“You being mine, has kept you safe,” His tone sharpens, “do you know what could have happened to you if I didn’t let you stay with me?” He snorts. “You’d be a whore making money for everyone but yourself, that could have happened to you but I chose you. I fucking chose you and now…”

“Now what?” You dare.

“I’m not so sure I should have,” It pains him to admit it, “I wanted you, I wanted you so fucking bad, it killed me not to have you. Part of me was glad you came with no strings attached, no family no friends, you had nothing,” He confesses, “and I liked that about you, I didn’t want you to be someone apart from me, I wanted you to mean us,”

Jungkook is selfish.

To have you, was to love you. Was it not the same anymore? Now, you’re responding as if he has trapped you here and it feels awful.

“Do you hear yourself? Do you know how terrible that sounds to me? I loved you, all this time I stayed by your side because I thought this was love,” You breathe, “had I known you didn’t even see me as my own person and that you like that I lost my old life, I would have left you a long time ago,” You feel tears stream down your cheeks, but you’re unable to stop them from flowing, “and I’m always crying, every time we talk I end up crying,” You bite the inside of your lip.

“I was never a crier before you, I was happy, I was a good person before you,” You wipe your cheeks, anger and frustration bubbling in your chest, “my identity is gone and it’s your fault!You took it from me, you ruined everything for me!”

The emotion that has been harboring inside of you has finally come out.

“Then leave!” He shoots back. “If I’m such torture to be with then fucking leave,” He says with pain and anger in his tone, he’s hurting.

“Go fuck Jimin, fuck anyone- I don’t care anymore, I’m sure you’ve already done that. You keep lying. You lied to me just last night, you were with Yoongi and chances are you were with Jimin too, why did you lie?”

You swallow.

“If- if I would have told you the truth, you would have blown up like this, we didn’t do anything- Jimin is the one who came to me and I couldn’t stop him-“

“Stop him from what?”

“Does it matter? I can’t stop him from doing anything to me! I can’t- I can’t fight him, when he’s around I can’t do anything,”

“Bullshit,” He grits his teeth, “you made me believe he was the one who initiated all that shit, I’m starting to think that you wanted it…”

“I didn’t,” You press, “I just didn’t know what to do-“

“Stop, just stop,” He cuts you off, “I don’t believe you anymore,”

He’s beyond hurt.

All the times he’s found out that you and Jimin met behind his back, it’s laughable.

The first time he did it, you were relieved.

—

“Yah!” You were pulled back by a pair of arms wrapping around you. “Jung-” You tried to call for Jungkook but you were silenced by a hand clamping over your mouth. Now you were panicking, this can’t be happening now.

“Shh…baby, it’s just me.” He let you go. You quickly turned around to see Jimin with a small smile. He smiled at the cute face he once coaxed out of pain.

“Jimin? You scared me…” You stepped away shyly.

“I’m sorry.” He held onto your hands and tilted his head, smiling warmly.

“W-what’re you doing here?” You knitted your brows in confusion, it’s not like you weren’t happy to see him but why was he here and how did he find you?

"I just wanted to see you.“ He was looking you over and you were wearing a familiar jacket that was far too big to be your own, "Jungkook? You’re here with Jungkook?” You nodded.

“Well, I should go before he gets suspicious.” Your heart sank, you knew that Jimin probably knew where Jin was and you wanted to go with him for that reason. “But-”

“Don’t worry baby,” He pecked your cheek, “I’ll come to see you again.”

—

He kept that promise.

He never stopped coming back and it’s only gotten you into trouble.

“Fine, if you’re not going to trust me then what’s the point of us anymore?”

“Y/n,” He says your name like a curse, “all the time and effort I put in to trying to love you, to make things easier for you—and this is who you really are? I fucking liar, did I make you into this?” His voice lowers, “because if so, I won’t do this to you anymore, if this is it, make it clear, tell me you don’t want me so I can breathe again,”

The blame has to go somewhere—you had to choose.

“I don’t want to-“

“Say my name,” He demands, “at least give me that.”

“J- Jungkook,” You utter his name out painfully, “I don’t want to be with you anymore…Not like this.”

He walks up to you and presses his hand against the wall, right beside your head. Your gazes are locked on, you both know this may be the last time you’re this close. He drags his hand from the side of your head to your cheek.

One last touch.

“That’s it then,” He exhales deeply, voice nearly too low to hear, “I’m sorry, you’re not the same person I fell in love with…I don’t know who you are.”

He walks out of the bedroom, leaving you alone. Just like you wanted. Your heart was broken to begin with, not just Jungkook’s doing, but as soon as you left the safety of your family, your heart began to break.

Jungkook storms out of the house and slams the door in his wake.

You walk out of the room but you are stopped by Namjoon blacking the doorway.

“Hey, sounded like things were getting pretty heated in here,” He tilts his head, “what’s going on? Are you two in a fight-“

“We just broke up,” You frown, “so whatever sick idea you had when you forced us together, it’s over.”

You try to push past him but you’re quickly reminded of his size and strength, he stops you in your tracks.

“Wait,” He holds your wrist in his hand, “seriously?” The look on his face in genuine surprise.

“Yes, now let go,” You pull against him, “I need to talk to Yoongi,”

“Is that why you were in his room last night? You told him you wanted to go with him right?”

“Yes,” You lie straight through your teeth, “will you please let go of me?”

Just as soon as you step away, the worst happens. The worst always happens.

“Hey! There’s a van a thugs outside and they’re armed,” Ryan bursts through the doors, “Hoseok and Taehyung left an hour ago, why’re you guys still here!?”

Before a, ‘what?’ can escape from your lips, a group of men in masks and with guns barge into the house, knocking Ryan clean out. About five gives waiting around to guard Namjoon come out with guns ablaze. There’s no time to process anything because Namjoon is already dragging you behind him and out of the house.

Within seconds he stops at the side of the house and you gasp for air.

“Wait,” You grab his sleeve, still struggling to catch your breath, “I need a gun, give me a gun, please! I can’t do anything like this,”

No more being protected off on the sidelines. You have to fight too.

“Here,” He pulls it from the holster attached to his thigh, “you better know how to use it.”

“Yoongi’s still inside,” Your eyes glaze over in sheet horror, “we have to go back, he could die-“

“No,” Namjoon knows this for a fact, “he’ll get out, compared to what he’s used to, this is a walk in the park,”

The Yoongi he knows has done this a dozen times and survived a dozen times, that’s just what he does. You take his word for it, you don’t have a choice.

With all those people in the house, you’d think they’d make some noise but it’s eerily quiet.

“Why is it so quiet?” You whisper.

“Shh,” He holds a finger to his lips, “they’re looking for someone and it’s not me or you,”

You feel your nose burn with the urge to cry at the thought, “Is- is it Yoongi?”

“Hush, I don’t know,”

“But-…” You fall silent when you feel a hand grab yours. When you look back and see Yoongi, your worries are soothed.

“Switch with me,” Yoongi stalks behind you, you and Namjoon share a sigh of relief, “you’ve used this one before,” he takes your hand and switches the guns.

“We need to make a break for the cars,” Namjoon leads the two of you to the driveway and garage.

“Y/N! Y/N!?”

The three of you pause and quickly realize who’s screaming your name.

“What the hell is he doing? Does he want to get killed,” Yoongi sneers.

“He probably thinks you’re still inside,” Namjoon concludes, “You guys go, I’ll get him.”

The car you assumed he was in is still running but no one is in the drivers seat. The closer you all get, you can see blood on the seats, who’s blood is that? You look to see if there are any body’s but there’s no one, did everyone rush inside?

“Yoongi, do you think they killed someone? All that blood…” You whisper as you follow him and he holds his phone to his ear.

“Our driver is down the road at that abandoned barn,” He puts the phone away, “we have to run, you’re gonna hear a lot of gunshots, but keep running.”

Yoongi took your hand and made a run for it. It’s nearly daybreak, the grass is covered in dew and the sun has yet to supply a decent amount of warmth. Just as he said, you hear the gunshots ring and you feel Yoongi’s hand tighten.

“Maybe we should wait for them? I’m afraid something will happen if we don’t stay and help, I’m scared-“

“No, we’re not waiting, we’re leaving now.”

The driver beckons you both over, hands secure on the wheel. Yoongi, despite his condition, pushes you into the car before himself. He tells the driver to go and he pulls off at an ungodly speed.

The car passes the house and all you see is an unconscious Jungkook being rushed out of the house and into the van.

“No, no, what’s happening,” You press your hands to the window and stare wide-eyed, “he’s not moving.”

#bts angst #bts mafia series #bts mafia fic #bts smut #bts fluff #ibdi #it burns doesn’t it #jungkook angst #jungkook fanfic #jungkook fluff #Jungkook smut #yoongi angst #yoongi x y/n #jungkook x reader #jungkook x y/n #got7 fanfic #lisa blackpink #bts imagines

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goblins-riddles-or-frocks · 8 months

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BTS from A Reprieve From Thought :DDD

Fic Specific Asks!

BTS: I’ll write a DVD commentary about my personal favorite passage from [that fic]

sorry this took ages, I forgot about it in my drafts 😅

so first of all I think it’s worth noting that this is in a general darklina doc titled this lol

for my other BTS fic thing I read through the entire fic and made comments through out so I’ll just do the same thing here. it’s uh pretty short PWP so let’s see how this goes…

minor thing but a few people have read this as a continuation of the canon scene set in his cabin and that’s not actually the case! with the set up I was trying to establish that it’s more of a missing scene during the rest of time they’re hunting the sea whip

also him not looking up is not entirely a power play lol he’s just a nerd

this I was trying to mimic the book vibe where extended descriptions of the Darkling just make it feel like she’s staring at him for a very long time.

I was thinking he’s poring over one of the journals

so a couple things, I always interpret the Darkling as uniquely and uh tbh sexually fixated on the amplifiers on Alina and like what they represent. he’s just really weird about it!!

anyway I also just forever find the implication that he doesn’t need an amplifier, but his power only makes things fucking worse really interesting? all that power and it’s completely useless! I think he’s definitely bitter about it.

anyway the first book also makes it really clear that she does not have fuck off insane power like him? to the point where I also doubt she would turn out to be immortal tbh! I find the implication that he’s basically manufacturing an immortal companion for himself really fascinating. lbeyond the baseline of having a very unique power, their experiences probably would not be similar at all but he’s just that desperate for them to be.

mostly self explanatory, but generally there’s not much room in the canon book for her to feel much betrayal? or sort out whatever burgeoning feelings she may have had for him before things imploded dramatically. I think in reality it’s just a writing issue sjfjfkhg but you could read it as her refusing to really view anything that’s happened through an emotional lens.

so this is some unacknowledged and unwanted hurt coming to the foreground. like “so you did like me a little 🥺”

and also that annoys her! which is why she’s more like “lololol you’re attracted to me? embarrassing! aren’t you embarrassed!” which is the trajectory that leads to her kissing him first.

SO while she is playing a very immediate petty game, he experienced a mental record scratch and went straight to omgomgomg *soulmates*

I think he is being sincere with her here. he’s just like are you finally ready to abandon your petty qualms and obey me without question and come back to my side??

I think he’s a very emotionally starved and obsessive character and simultaneously hardcore resents her for both bringing this out in him but also that she doesn’t meet his predetermined idea of what the object of his obsession (the fated sun summoner and his like immortal companion) should be like.

and Alina’s just like ………..huh?

I’m not going to screencap the entirety of the making out portion but shdhfgf I’ll be real with you, anon, I get so tired of describing the physicality of like kissing or sex. I literally got so bored I repurposed some descriptions from another fic for another ship I wrote ages ago and altered it to fit this scenario. I don’t think any of the original text is at all recognizable/there’s barely any left tbh after editing but I did need the jumping off point in order to not just be like “uh… kissing… more kissing?”

so this starts an entire bit where he’s nagging at her lmao and she’s mostly… not cool with it really but willing to play along if he gets her off dhfjffg but then he’s like “you betrayed me” and she’s like “okay hold the fuck up who made who massacre an entire city of civilians???”

anyway, more minor note at the time of writing, and still currently, I felt like the dialogue line about mentioning silken sheets was more my own writing style bleeding through rather than like perfectly IC word choices but I ran with it because I liked it lol

lol he takes any excuse to power trip. I mean he does already make her beg in canon 🤷‍♀️

she’s ready to go with it a little for role play/kink purposes but he’s pushing it lol.

sorry she’s going to have a fucking crisis (lol literally) after this!!!! I don’t think the actual plot trajectory would change much though. she’s probably going to feel worse, he’s going to be speaking in even more insane double entendres. but that’s about it!

#fic specific asks #grishaverse #shadow and bone #darklina #alarkling #i ramble sometimes #*writer’s cap*#a reprieve from thought #oh no I saw so many typos 😭

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t3kandson · 2 years

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June Update of Fan Fiction I’m working on 💜💜💜

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Ready and in process/Scheduled to be publishing

AB6IX Absolute Heartace series (last part)

(Jeon Woong & Park Woojin)

8 chapters left released each weekend.

A.C.E Park Junhee birthday oneshot - Forget Him

Due to be publish 2nd June.

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Written yet to Finish Editing

The Boyz Bae Jacob oneshot - Stormy past

due to be published 10th June.

BTS Kim Taehyung (fluffy) oneshot

Due to be published 17th June.

(G) I-dle Jeon Soyeon 🏳️‍🌈 Oneshot

Due to be published 24th June.

The Boyz Immortal Betrayal series (last part)

(Kim Younghoon & Sohn Eric)

14 Chapters.

Due to start being published 30th July.

A.C.E & Oneus Crossover Conflicted Love series

(Kim Sehyoon & Kim Youngjo)

10 Chapters.

Due to start being published 17th September.

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Half way through writing oneshots for

Monsta X Lee Hoseok & Yoo kihyun

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Plan to write

Blackpink Kim Jisoo & Park Roseanne 🏳️‍🌈

The Boyz Kim Sunwoo

KNK Seoham (Requested)

BTS Min Yoongi (Requested)

Ateez Song Mingi, Jeong Yunho & Park Seonghwa

Lee Juyeon Player Second part

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Half written but waiting for my mojo back

BTS Jung Hoseok Series

ACE Kim Byeongkwan, Kim Sehyoon & Park Junhee Series

Kpop Crossover Series of BTS Kim Taehyung, EXO Kim Jongin, ACE Kim Sehyoon & The Boyz Kim Younghoon. (Which will have other Idols included as smaller Characters)

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💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜I’m open to Requests from any Kpop idol as long as there over 21 if it’s sexual.

Though please also respect that i might not write it ASAP. Depending on my schedules, the flow etc it could take a while.

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flurrys-creativity · 2 years

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heyyy I just saw ur wip list tag game!! I am so so curious about loads of these but I gotta narrow it down so.. I am particularly intrigued by Touchdown, Metanoia and Freeze👀care to share any details??

Yes, yes, yes! Of course!

Okay so...

Freeze

Honestly for Freeze I only have a vibe and some scenes in mind (which are heavily inspired by their MV) but there is no plot yet. But I know I want to have one chapter per member with a focus on them, in which they'll have to do a mission or get some clues... also I want a betrayal that isn't really a betrayal but nobody knows it isn't one!!! So a lot of drama as well! And like a showdown with guns just like in the MV... only that Stray Kids will be better at aiming and unaliving their enemies... yeah...

Metanoia

Metanoia, my beloved.... I truly hope I'll be able to get access to my writings from my old notebook one day.. otherwise I have to start again...

Anyway! The reader is a royal of the kingdom Tecoudi and basically imprisoned inside the castle walls ever since their mother got brutally unalived "by" a magic wielder, which are called Specs! One day one of them sneaks into the castle (*cough* it's Jin *cough*) and that's the start for the reader to actively fight for their freedom... so they start visiting the dungeons to learn more about the outside world and there they meet Yoongi, who later on burns the castle down with his powers and then flees with the reader because the neighbouring prince now declared to be the head of Tecoudi as the reader disappeared and the father died "in the flames".... yeah....

As of now the reader is female.. but I'll probably make them gender neutral...

Here is the header:

I even have a whole catalogue full of questions answered by the reader and yoongi.. to get a better feeling for the world and their characters!!! And I just love them very much 🙈

Touchdown

This is for @cremeandsuga's Cock-Tail collab! Aaaand it's going to be somewhat enemies to lovers! Because JK will be a pain in the ass for the reader but also super adorable!! He's a snow leopard hybrid!!! They are cute! Look:

Yeah... I even have a badly edited snow leopard JK:

and the reader is a ragdoll cat!hybrid... so far the reader is gender neutral but should I add some spicy stuff towards the ending I'll change the reader to a female...

I actually created a whole college football team for this fic... even though I probably won't need that info... but here! For you:

I created the team before I started falling for Seventeen... so it consists of five different idol groups... with seventeen or nct it would have been probably a lot easier 😅 but I love this team and I think I got good players for each position!!

And yes Jungkook isn't the quarterback because you need brains for that position.. and Jungkook is not thaaaaat great at playing schemes and figuring out clues/hints... run bts showed me that 🤣

Aaaaand the header for this as well! (I'll drop the moodboard a week before JK's birthday)

#btsmosphere #ask #flurry answers #thank you for the ask #ask me anything #I hope I did not overshare #I just got soooo excited!#also you don't have to narrow it down!!!#i just loved this ask #and got even more motivated to write!!!#damn I'm hyped for touchdown now!!!

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hollyhomburg · 3 years

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Before I Leave You (Pt. 11)

(Omegaverse au, Mafia au, Bts x Reader)

Summary: Before they make the decision to love you, they deserve to know (maybe not everything, but most of it)

Pairing: Beta! Yoongi, Omega! Reader, Omega! Jungkook, Omega! Seokjin, Alpha! Namjoon, Alpha! Hoseok, Alpha! Taehyung, Alpha! Jimin,

Tags: discussions of past abuse, themes of abandonment, betrayal, cursing, hurt/comfort, spanking, BDSM scenes, m x m sexual content, threesome, dom/sub undertones, references to alpha/alpha phobia, Dom! Namjoon, Dom! jimin, Sub! Hobi, mentioned domdrop, talk of suicidal thoughts, brief suicidal ideation,

W/c: 10.1k

A/n: this chapter has given me problems editing it and ugh- i think maybe i just got so frustrated making it make sense. As many of you know my computer recently broke, here is a link to the donation page to help me write more and keep producing fanfiction! big thank you to everyone whose already donated! you helped make this chapter possible!

Previous part — Masterlist

The whole room is silent in the wake of your outburst. You almost think you might be able to stay in the room, but then Hobi’s revulsion and hatred gets thrown at your feet along with a poisonous glare. “You let your mate abuse you” and “you almost destroyed Yoongi’s life with us” rings in your ears, and a wave of nausea wells up in you so thick and dizzying that you almost feel like you’re going to be sick in front of them.

You need to get away from him.

Maybe it’s the rejection sensitivity or otherwise. But also, this is kind of Yoongi’s problem. Maybe that's bad of you to think but you're not the one who left them and from the looks of it, it's probably better if you have no hand in how they heal. They don’t want you here and suddenly you can’t spend another minute in their presence.

Yoongi reaches out for you weakly as you leave the room, he can't resist reaching out to offer comfort after what Hobi’s just said. Seokjin makes a noise in the back of his throat, eyeing the blood you trek across the floor from the cut on your foot. Namjoon calls your name, but you keep going.

The pack stays silent until they hear your bedroom door slam.

Hobi in Namjoon's arms, finally stops his struggling. Yoongi’s just standing there crying, blinking up at the ceiling. Exhaling all the tension in his body trying to get his emotions under control, unable to tame them just as a sailor is unable to conquer the storm.

A beta happy has the ability to stabilize a whole back; Yoongi’s scent now makes them feel rocky and untethered. When Happy; the pack smells like a bakery, but when they're sad and upset like this their combined scents are too strong and dizzying to keep track of. Jungkook swears he feels his scent gland ache every time he breathes in a deep breath. The same way his head might ache in a room full of paint fumes. The hair on his arms stands on end.

Seokjin clearly seems to feel it too, reaching out to touch Yoongi’s back, to push back some of that pain and anguish because he can't just stand there and watch Yoongi suffer through another agonizing panic attack.

Yoongi lets out a heartbreaking whine when he realizes what Jin is about to do, teetering on unsteady feet, stepping away from Jin so quickly the omega is worried he might fall. Jin looks a little like Yoongi’s just hissed or growled at him.

"No don't- don't touch me- Don't touch me till I tell you."

It's strange, how sometimes touches you might love have the ability to hurt. Especially when you feel like you don't deserve them. Everyone in the pack is keenly aware of what that feels like. (Accept for maybe Namjoon and Jungkook, they havent had to deal with this kind of shame).

The pack moves to sit down at the dining room table quietly, Jin turns the soup down to a simmer on the stove and their other various projects are abandoned. Really, the house could burn down at this moment and they'd just move somewhere else to have this conversation before bothering to put it out. This is that important.They cannot move on from this moment until everything that happened is aired out in the open.

Namjoon plops Hoseok in a chair gently, his knees still a little weak. His hands never leave the other alpha, even as the others take their seats. Yoongi sits at the head of the table and wipes his cheeks, taking several shaky breaths to steady himself as everyone watches on, concerned, even Hobi.

He doesn't even know where to start.

“I can’t tell you everything” because he can’t, he’s not allowed. “There are some things that you’re just going to have to accept without asking for more. I’m not - I’m trying to keep you safe." He hopes more than anything that they can understand that. He’d never hurt them on purpose or kept secrets for selfish reasons. This- all of this has been for them.

"You have to trust me on that. I know I’ve done a lot to not be worth your trust but with this- I’ll tell you as much as I can, is that enough?”

Because there are still monsters lingering, eyes that might see this act of intimacy and find it threatening. Yoongi can only assume that the gang was still keeping track of both of you, as he hasn’t had any contact with them since the two of you left almost 5 months ago. He hopes it will stay that way.

As much as Yoongi hates lying to them he likes them alive and safe twice as much. So he'll give them Secrets and lies in equal measure, with just a dash of the truth, hopefully enough to make the love stick.

Part of Yoongi wishes he didn’t have your permission to tell this story so that he could delay the inevitable or find a different lie that fit the circumstances.

Jungkook is the only person who nods. Namjoon encourages Yoongi after a second when it becomes clear he’s struggling for words.

“Tell us how you found her Yoongi, tell us where she came from, please.” He’s calm, deceptively so. Namjoon’s good at concealing his emotions when he needs to, especially when it comes to hiding his fear and hurt for his pack mates sake.

“When I went home, I really did plan on coming back after those three weeks. But before I could my grandfather died, and that complicated things.”

Jimin sucks on his lower lip unable to meet Yoongi’s eyes, but the others drink in his words, the explanation that they’ve wanted for months now. Yoongi struggles to tell them enough without giving it all away, Enough to tip the scales in his favor.

“He was a powerful man, my family is a powerful family. You know I don't talk about them much. But because I'm me- because I'm a beta I'm allowed to stay away, but only barely. If I was anything else I'd have been shackled the same way she was."

"When I got there she was- I found out that- She" Yoongi stutters, can't think through the truth and the lies easily enough to sort out which might be dangerous. "-She was my brother's wife- but- not by choice, and that was my fault.” his voice breaks on the last line and he holds his head in his hands and sobs.

Any comments the pack might have at that are lost; because holy fuck- Yoongi’s got a brother. That’s unexpected.

They’re not stupid, they know he has to be the one that made you what you are. Every flinch and careful show of fear had to have had a source. They just didn’t expect it was someone Yoongi knew intimately, A monster that Yoongi had shared his childhood with.

You’re Yoongi’s fucking sister in law.

(Yoongi might be the hero of your story, but he’s cut from the same cloth as monsters) They didn’t even know Yoongi had a brother let alone that he had a family. More than one pack mate sits back and wonders what else they don’t know about Yoongi. “Was he older than you? Or younger?”

“Older, an alpha” Yoongi clarifies.

“Are you saying it’s your fault because you feel responsible, or because it was your doing?” Taehyung’s hands shake on the table, but he does manage to keep his voice steady. like Namjoon, Tae likes to restrain his emotions until he has the full picture. But even he is having trouble keeping himself together with how wrecked Yoongi is over this. Jin is barely keeping himself seated as is.

Yoongi’s voice cracks when he answers, “both.”

They all see the affects of that now, the guilt and the way he shakes, the light behind his eyes dimming just by saying the truth. Sometimes, telling the truth is worse than keeping a lie. “I didn't go to their wedding, I hadn't ever met her before the week of the funeral- if I had, I probably would have tried to split them up or tried to warn her what kind of person he was.”

“What was he like?” Jimin needs to know more about this man, more about the person who hurt you now that he’s got Yoongi talking. How to take him apart piece by piece hopefully.

“Everything that you hate about me, every part of me that is dismissive or selfish, was learned from him, He was a million times worse.

“When I got there I could already tell that she was being abused, I could see the bruises and the way he was twisting her mind against herself. The rest of my relatives didn’t care, That’s par for the course with them but still-“

Even that brief explanation feels woefully inadequate, too brief for the months of fear and hurt that Geumjae put you both through. Yoongi’s not immune from the effects of trauma, even if he likes to pretend that he's unchanged. The way that he’s shaking isn’t normal, trembling like a leaf in a storm. Jungkook wants to wrap Yoongi up in his nest and never let him out of it.

Next to him, Jin sets out his hand, leaves his palm open on the table for Yoongi to take. Yoongi folds his hands on his lap under the table to keep himself from reaching out.

“I tried to make it better I guess, I’d go over to their place sometimes and she’d be there and the few times I tried to get in the way and stop him from hurting her I just made it worse.” Yoongi’s voice gets a certain quiet to it, a hush, like he’s worried someone might be listening. “If I left her there he would have killed her. He tried to, thats why I couldn’t leave.”

Through all of this Namjoon doesn't sit, can’t sit- he’s too anxious and high strung to be still. Instead he stands behind Hobi, combing his hands through his hair as much to comfort the other alpha as comfort himself. The pack alpha can't speak, the growl in his throat dragged back by his better judgment taking any words he might say with them. No need to make his pack even more scared.

“My family is structured in a way that benefits the group, not the individual. And she wasn’t even blood so they wouldn’t do shit to help her with him. My brother was powerful too- powerful enough to keep me there indefinitely if he wanted.”

Jin finally gets frustrated enough, his instincts taking hold and he stands, going to the kitchen to start portioning out the soup. He might not be able to comfort the pack but at least he can make sure their stomachs are full.

Jin portions out 8 bowls of soup before he realizes it.

“She knew I had people who loved me." he doesn’t need to turn to feel what the rest of the pack are feeling, a drop in his stomach like he’s just missed a step going up the stairs.

Jin keeps staring down at the eighth bowl, listening to Yoongi’s hollow laugh. "It's funny, you give her a lot of shit Hobi but she's the one who told me to leave, she told me to come back to you but I couldn’t just leave her there. She didn’t even know you and she still offered to trade herself for us.”

Seokjin blinks, looking down at the droplet, the bit of water on the top of your soup. Touching his cheeks and finding them wet.

When Jin drops the bowl in front of Yoongi, the beta is sure to skim his fingers across the omegas wrist in a silent thank you. Even as he moves on to distribute the bowls. A few of the pups start to eat, Hobi only does at his urging, but the pack alpha remains standing behind the Hobi regardless of Jin’s glare.

“If it wasn’t for her, I never would have been able to come back. I know that’s not what you expect to hear, but it’s the truth.”

Geumjae would have found a reason to keep Yoongi there- to keep the beta on beck and call and unable to return to them. Without you- Yoongi could have kissed his future with the pack goodbye.

“You’re being vague Yoongi, it feels like they're something you’re trying to avoid telling us.” Jungkook could never accuse Yoongi of outright lying, and he doesn’t say it in a hateful way but still; He is giving them very little concrete information to go off of though the story he tells is compelling.

As much as Yoongi doesn't want to hurt Jungkook, he is an adult. And if he wants the less abridged version of the truth then Yoongi will give it to him.

“I’m trying to avoid saying that he beat her half to death, and then when I tried to steal her away he used me as leverage. He threatened to keep me away from you indefinitely unless she went back to him.

And when she did, he mated her against her will.”

Yoongi ignores the jagged inhales all around the table. The way the table creeks under the force of how hard Jimin’s holding it, face white as a sheet. Not a single person keeps eating. Taehyung’s spoon falls to the table, splattering Soup everywhere.

Namjoon’s hands in Hoseok’s hair go hard for a second, pulling harder than is comfortable. But he quickly relaxes once the alpha lets out a strangled gasps, both at the pain and what yoongi’s said.

Namjoon sees red, inhaling deep. Sure that if he opened his mouth- he might find fangs. Doing that is as unthinkable as it should be punishable. Namjoon doesn't believe in the death penalty- but maybe for him. Your mate- Yoongi’s brother- Namjoon could make an acceptation.

Usually, things like that result in jail time. The punishment for mating an omega or an alpha without their consent is 50 years to life usually. But from the way Yoongi grits his teeth at the truth, blinking back tears, it seems like he hasn’t been punished- not enough for what he did to you. No wonder you’d struggled to trust them at first if that’s what your mate had done to you.

A taboo- a crime worse than all others. Jin grabs Jungkook’s hand- squeezing it hard, thats every omega’s worse nightmare, it tends to generally happen to omegas more than it happens to alphas and even less often to betas. Once a year or so the news reports on something like that.

Hoseok is wide-eyed, lips parting trying to find the words as he realizes what Yoongi’s said and how that relates to what he’s done and said to you.

He called you weak. What he insinuated during the fight matches up perfectly with the wounds that are left on you; He was entirely out of line. What had happen to you was worse than death, and still somehow you're here. personhood intact, desperately trying to live. That’s unthinkable- impossible.

“If I’d only been quicker- I could have stopped it. She’ll tell me it’s not my fault a hundred times- but it is my fault.”

The pack's unhappy scents are quite a cacophony, ocean for Yoongi, bourbon for Namjoon- alcoholic and stinky, wet puppy for Jin, Burning sugar mixed with acid for Hoseok- present since this morning, gun smoke for Jimin and rotting flowers for Jungkook. Pepper for Tae- stinging hard at their noses like the perpetual feeling that you’re going to sneeze.

That- that’s a supreme violation, there is nothing worse that could be done to you then what’s already been done. No wonder why Yoongi was so protective of you if that’s what he’d seen. No matter the love he has for you- none of them think they could stomach seeing that.

“After that, the family dealt with him” Yoongi thinks of the burned down house and the cleaning crew. A pittance compared to the truth but not exactly a lie; the family had dealt with the body. Yoongi doesn’t think you’d want them to know you’re a murder- no matter how justified. “And they let us go. Without him- they couldn’t keep me or her there.”

“Are you sure there’s no risk of him coming back to find her?” Taehyung can barely get words out around his thoughts, the fact that he’d stolen that choice from you. Sadness and a peculiar type of angry mourning. You’d never be able to have that choice, the choice to choose to be mated. You’d been denied your autonomy in a way that none of them can relate to.

Accept for maybe Hoseok, Hoseok whose looking at Yoongi with tears in his eyes, lower lip quivering.

“I’m worried about that too” Namjoon asserts.

“Me three” Jimin adds, “though i’d-” he breaks off, rolling his eyes, crossing his arms, fingers digging into his own muscles. He doesn’t have to finish the sentence. Tae reaches out to touch him, as if to reaffirm that his soulmate is still present. He shares a look with the other alphas, “if he tried, we’d handle it.”

Yoongi keeps eye contact with Seokjin when he says it, unflinching. They’ve known each other long enough that they can both tell when the other one is lying and this is not a lie. “I’m sure.”

The rest of that story is your secret to tell, those moments of bloodshed with him dead and you there on the torture room floor. They don’t know that Geumjae is 6 feet under or probably nothing more than ashes scattering on the wind.

The pack watches on- riveted, Yoongi’s story is like a horror movie that they’re a little too close too- a little too life-like. They can’t tear their eyes away from Yoongi. He’s breathing easier now. Just a little.

Tae is the one who leans in. He’s always been one to enjoy a good story, but he doesn’t act like this is one, even if these events feel sort of distant as those in his books. You aren’t just another character, you’re a real person a room over. How had you stayed so soft? how did you survive that? “What happened next?”

“By the time we left- I didn’t want to come back into your lives without anything, say ‘here love this person that I love, just because you love me,’ that’s not how it works. You have to know someone before you really love them. I know that. And she-”

Yoongi thinks of those tangled first months, how at first, it felt like he’d barely been able to keep you alive. those nights he’s spent awake listening to your breath, making sure you didn’t disappear on him.

“We were adjusting and she needed time.”

That’s not how Yoongi wants them to love you either. This will only work if they see what Yoongi sees and what you fail to see in yourself; someone gentle and so deserving of love. Willing to give so much of yourself away as long as your boundaries are respected.

Boundaries are hard, the hardest thing about learning to love someone and learning to love yourself.

Hearing this, they understand why you’re the way you are. Why you run away every time something a little bit hard happens. Why you nap away the hours like the pain will just disappear if your eyes are closed. Yoongi knows that even on the best of days you still struggle. It's not self-care, but self-comfort that you gravitate to.

Maybe Yoongi would be more upset, would push you harder, if you weren’t getting better.

Ever since they started hanging around you’ve been less inclined to lock yourself away. You’re happy with them in the house. He’s seen you get restless with they leave, even with Hoseok. Fuck- fuck-

Maybe having someone love you when you’re hurting won’t fix you- but it sure as hell helps to have someone make sure you’re not actively stagnating. Yoongi could never let you rot away.

Maybe if Jimin hadn’t found you both that day in the supermarket you would have been able to build up to this slowly. And fallen in love when the house was finished and you were done healing or a little farther along in your recovery.

Yoongi would have sent them a letter, would have turned up on their doorstep with the address and a key; given it to Namjoon as a thank you, confession, and an apology. And then maybe all of this could have been avoided. This is all happening out of order. It was supposed to go house- healing- then love story. They don’t love you- not yet.

Seokjin sits back, running a hand through his hair and messing it up Cowlick pointing up. Jungkook’s leg shakes uncontrollably, jostling the whole table.

“You didn't want to apologize for staying for her especially when she was the only reason you were able to come back, so you bought us a house? as an apology? An apology house?”

Yoongi nods, “I bought us a house.”

He slides his gaze to Hoseok, imploring, begging him to understand. One that says everything it needs to about how desperate Yoongi feels.

“I wanted to come back sooner- you know I wanted to but the house wasn’t finished. And I didn’t want to come empty-handed- I-”

Hoseok stands up, pulling himself out of Namjoon’s hands and stumbling over to his side. There is still a punishment to be had, Namjoon won’t let his breaking go (and Hoseok wouldn’t want him to), but for now he lets the alpha go to Yoongi.

Yoongi’s hands on his hips keep him from tipping over. Hoseok’s hands cup Yoongi’s chin, "You idiot- it's not empty-handed when we have you."

Hoseok thinks back to what he’d been like immediately after his abuse, the months and months of careful care that they’d shown him before they’d thrust any sort of relationship on him. Would he have denied you that because of his own selfishness? Would he have wanted you to fester as he might have? Would he have wanted Yoongi to leave you there And doomed you to a life like that, mated against your will? without anyone to love other than the man who hurt you?

No, Hoseok wouldn’t want that. No matter how much he resented you for keeping Yoongi away; he couldn’t wish that on you.

There is a certain recursively to the two of you. A male alpha had hurt you the same way that a female omega had hurt Hobi. Your abuses are mirror images of each other, flipped. But not dissimilar.

Holy fuck- he really did go too far with what he said earlier.

Yoongi’s hand's fist in the waist part of Hoseok’s shirt. Begging the alpha to stay with his hands instead of his words, like he can fix their love just by pressing his palms to hoseok’s back. if anyones hands had a healing touch they would be Yoongi’s.

“I’m sorry hope- I never would have been gone so long if there was any other way- you know me- I can’t leave someone who hurts alone, and then by the time it was done, we where- I was- she was-”

Yoongi is crying too hard to see, And Hoseok breaks too pressing his forehead to the beta and staying there. There are different kinds of shattering, you cannot heal completely from a bone that was never set- a re-breaking necessary. “If you want me to leave now, to walk out and never come back into your lives I’d understand completely but please- know that I’m sorry.”

Some acts of courage and love do not warrant words, do not need them to be honored so. And in the dining room next to the kitchen- in the house that Yoongi has worked so hard for- every nail and fresh coat of paint an act of love- the pack descends.

Hoseok goes first, wrapping his arms around Yoongi’s shoulders and pulling him close as possible, forcing the beta to bury his face in Hoseok’s chest. He looks so surprised, staring up at Hobi tentatively when the alpha takes his wrist and rubs it into Yoongi’s scent gland, marking him as his.

Then goes Namjoon, surrounding Yoongi’s back, both of them cradled safely by the pack alpha, then Jin, and so on until it’s just Jungkook who muscles his way closer to touch Yoongi. Fitting his shoulders under jin’s and tae’s, jostling for space “Come on Hyung’s don’t hog him,” is met with several wet laughs. it's hard to tell whose hand is touching who and whose lips are pressed to which skin.

Eventually, when Yoongi’s sobs have stopped, they quiet and settle back onto their heels. All but Yoongi and Hoseok stay intertwined. Yoongi’s still sitting, but Hoseok is standing before him, hair ruffled and body finally steady. “It’s okay, we’re okay, I understand.” Yoongi gulps back his panic. Holds on and buries his face in Hoseok’s stomach. Exhaling relief and something that tastes a lot like a new beginning.

"I understand." Hoseok repeats, like a prayer and a promise all in one.

It hits Hoseok what he's said, the victim blaming (that feels a little too much like it was self-directed). Hoseok hadn't only hurt himself with what he'd said-a a roundabout way of insinuating that he deserved the abuse too. You'd been unintentionally ruined by his shrapnel.

“Fuck Yoongi- I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean any of what I said- I was just-” he breaks off, keenly aware of the rest of the pack turning their attention back to him and what he’d said.

Hoseok’s scent- which had mellowed to its usual caramel, spikes again to a burn. But Jimin’s there this time to stop it from getting worse. He touches Hoseok’s chin, tilting it to meet his gaze. “I'm sorry we didn’t realize you were feeling this way earlier, what’s got you acting like this? What can we do?”

It doesn’t matter that Hoseok's older; Jimin is still above him in the pack hierarchy. Hoseok ducks his chin submissively. Hoseok feels the gentle tugging of what can only be something like subspace pulling him down to rest his heavy head, and let the others look after him for a while.

With a pack so large- accidentally neglecting one or more members was something that was bound to happen at one point or another. But the others were usually so attentive to Hoseok in particular given his history.

“It's just- I don’t want to say that it felt like I wasn’t being loved- because that’s not it, it’s just- I was the last new thing you know?”

Everyone nods in understanding because they're all aware of what he means. You can’t compare physical and emotional abuse. But from the sound of it- you’d been through both. Both leave lasting imprints, and this- this is the remnant of Hoseok's abuse, the way he starts to curl himself into Namjoon and Jimin, but then stops. Like he's not sure he's allowed to ask for comfort now.

Namjoon looks stricken when he puts it together- pulling him in hard, hand on the back of his head. And Hoseok let’s the idea of it slip away, if he’s going to tell anyone he’s sorry- it should be you. “Fuck- you thought- you thought we were goanna kick you out if you didn't love her, didn't you?"

"Please- you don't have to- please don't think you have too" Yoongi counters. Looking stricken, because the last time someone told Hoseok that he had to love someone he was coerced into sex time and time again. And that’s the last thing any of them want.

They take his silence as answer enough, “I'm sorry we didn’t realize you were feeling this way earlier pup” Hoseok can't stop the tears that spark in his eyes; he just doesn’t like it when the pack alpha thinks that he’s not doing a good job- because really- Namjoon’s the best, the best pack alpha that they could all ask for.

He’s not looking at Hoseok like something that crawled out from beneath his shoe. He looks at Hoseok like he’s justified for feeling the way he did. And even Hoseok’s not sure if he really is.

But all in all, this fight is nothing that a few hours of cuddling (and a few non-pg activities) can’t fix. Even he has to admit that getting the truth off of his chest feels good. A bit of the tension melted away from his shoulders.

Later, as they’re leaving, the soup put away and their shoes put on to go home, hoseok pauses in the doorway Jimin behind him, hand on his lower back to guide him to the car.

"Should I- Can I apologize now?"

Both of them stare down the hall, in the direction of your nest room. The door remains closed, the house is silent, not even a sob or otherwise indiscernible noise coming from it. You might be on the other side of the planet for all their concerns.

Yoongi looks anxious but not quite as scared as he might have been at one point. Yoongi's hands slide from his shoulder to his wrist, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "Not yet Hobi- give her some time okay, come back tomorrow?"

Hoseok leaves, carefully ushered out of the house by his pack mates who hold onto him like he’s something delicate and worth keeping. No one is angry at him- but Hoseok hopes a little bit that they might be. Namjoon lingers, looking out at the streetlights with Yoongi by his side, watching as Jungkook, Jimin, Hobi, and Tae get into their car and drive back to their apartment. Jin lingers, starting his car and letting it idle while he waits for Namjoon.

“You have something to say Joon?” Yoongi swallows preparing himself for the worst possible outcome. Which would be Namjoon saying something along the lines of, thank you- but I do not want you in my pack.

They stand and watch the streetlights. Watching Seokjin in the cabin of the car, tapping at something mindless on his phone. The younger pack mates will get Hoseok warmed up for them once they get home. They’ll probably shower and bathe him first with water and then with their scents.

But standing next to Yoongi- Namjoon feels like he can be Namjoon for a second and not the pack alpha that’s going to have to talk through every emotion with Hobi later.

Namjoon and Yoongi’s relationship has always been slightly contentious- they competed for Seokjin’s attention at the beginning, and then maybe a little for the title of most valuable to the pack. But they’re compliments, not the antithesis to each other.

And what is love other than a particular kind of envy.

Yoongi doesn’t have anything to fear. “Nothing,” Namjoon says, biting on his lip, “other than that you’re a good person, better really- than I think I thought you were. Way to make me jealous of you again Yoon”

“Oh,” Yoongi says, still watching the streetlights, blinking away something that looks suspiciously like tears. Namjoon’s just about to reply when the sound of your door opening startles them, they turn as you walk past them.

You’d probably assumed from the silence that they were all gone- but you’ve got the blanket wrapped around you the way that he’s seen before, like a little blue burrito. You freeze when you see them standing together. Your eyes are red and puffy like you’ve been crying.

He doesn't know that you felt the distress and utter despair down your mating bond when Yoongi cried earlier. Namjoon doesn't know how much that hurt; how it had felt like you’d physically been wounded. How hard it had been to Ignore every instinct to go and comfort your mate. How you expected your hands to come away bloody from your skin when you’d touched your mark.

Namjoon needs to know- needs to know how bad he’s fucked up. If the possibility of you joining his pack is firmly out of reach or if he should still try. Namjoon is good at one thing; and thats learning from his mistakes, this time- he asks you.

“Are you angry?” He doesn’t need to ask if you’re sad- figures by now that’s a given.

It takes you a second to unstick your jaw, the peanut buttery feeling is still there but honestly- you’d feel like shit anyway, no matter if you spoke or not. Your voice is rough, crackly. Something in your throat wounded. If Seokjin heard it he'd instantly make you a cup of tea.

“I would love to say I’m not hurt Namjoon, but the truth is I am.”

“He didn’t mean it- you know he was just frustrated with us- not you.” Yoongi winces, running his hands through the hair on the back of his neck.

“Joonie-“ Yoongi tries to interrupt but you silence him with a look.

“I don’t know if I believe that Namjoon, But thanks for trying. You’re a good pack alpha to them if it makes you feel any better; that’s what I think of you.”

“I could be a good pack alpha to you too.”

“Fuck- Joonie” Yoongi starts, but you turn on your heals, furious eyes filled with angry tears. Stepping toe to toe with him. Namjoon has the good grace to step back, you glare up at him, a foot shorter but miles scarier than the pack alpha infront of you.

“Don’t promise something you can’t give, Namjoon.” You jab your finger at his chest once, your finger bouncing against the hidden muscle there. “Don’t do what Yoongi did- don’t promise me your heart when it’s not even yours to give anymore.”

“Y/n-“

“Give us both time to cool off, I’m angry, he’s angry, and neither of us will apologize right now.”

Namjoon watches you walk back into your room, slamming the door again, he and Yoongi share a look, “Are you going to take the couch tonight?”

“Not a chance,” Yoongi says, leveling your door the same way he’s seen countless interns eye the operating room before the first time they step inside, equal parts fear and reverence.

Yoongi knows you're not really angry at him, more at the situation that you’re both in. He feels that anger too- normal people are so lucky, they get to meet and fall in love in normal circumstances. Not thrust together to survive like both of you.

You are both too used to surviving, and not used enough to this- to healing and trying to get better without the threat of death over your heads.

“Alright” Namjoon cannot delay the inevitable, Hoseok is going to need some reprimanding, and in a way that will make him forget about his mistakes and accept the fact that he’s deserving of love. Then he'll work on fixing things with you, one traumatized pack mate at a time.

“Goodnight?” he pulls Yoongi in for a hug, but the betas hands fist in his lapels he pulls Namjoon in close, just a brush of their lips, just a little, enough for him to feel the heat of the alpha and that’s it.

Namjoon’s chest heaves like he can breathe Yoongi in and keep him there forever. Nestled safely around his heart, like a cat would bathe in a pool of sunlight. Somehow he knows that Yoongi would keep it warm.

Going back to the apartment goes something like this;

By the time Namjoon gets home, Hoseok is sitting softly on the bed with shower-soaked hair, every time he moves a finger someone is there to stick him back where he was. Though he’s not crying he is hiccuping by the time that Namjoon gets to him. The pack alpha Undoes his belt buckle slowly, folds, and sets his jacket aside carefully. Taking his time, making Hoseok wait for it.

“Are you ready to tell me what you did wrong pup?” Hoseok is only capable of whimpers right now but that’s all right. Jimin gets on the bed, looking so fucked out already that Namjoon can’t help but wonder what happened in the shower that the 3 pups and Hobi shared. Hoseok's lips look suspiciously chapped, but it’s hard to tell if it’s from kissing someone or sucking on something.

He yanks on Hoseok’s hair to get his attention, turning his head to look at him- Hoseok goes pliantly, perfectly obedient to both alphas.

He doesn’t have to worry about being too rough, he knows what Hoseok likes during a scene. the whole pack has varying levels of involvement with the more BDSM part of their sex life. Though they engage just as often with vanilla sex, there are certain members (like Hoseok) that crave this kind of discipline and dynamic in bed.

Jimin and Hoseok talked it out and negotiated before they began- before they even left the car. Jimin is an incredibly particular Dom; which is part of the reason why he and namjoon work so well together. he sent Namjoon a breakdown text before he got home. Letting the pack alpha know what they'd both agreed on for tonight and any safe words they might need. Though Namjoon doubts it- they've done this kind of scene countless times before.

Hoseok has left himself in his pack mates' very capable hands, and these tears are nothing more than the frustration finally expelled, worked out of him by their careful hands. They fall over his cheeks and down his parted lips as Jimin yanks, manhandling him closer.

He remembers the sweet words Minnie whispered in his ears on the car ride home. “Tell me what you want, tell me what will make you feel better, tell me how to take you apart and put you back together again, anything- I’ll do anything for you.”

“I think I need to be punished.” Not want, need- Hoseok needs this to feel steady again.

If he started crying for real, showed even a hint of his safe word- Minnie would drag him out and into a night of softer things. This trust is just another facet of their love. Tonight Hoseok is burning with it.

He lets himself be moved, guided over the pack alphas' lap. Boxers pulled down to his knees, further adding to the feeling of restraint, he can barely even squirm. Jimin never lets go of his hands pinning them to the bed.

“You good in here baby?” Seokjin asks from the door. Watching the scene stretched out before him like he's watching the news. Somehow the closed nature of Jin's attention at two alphas disciplining a third makes Hoseok's blood burn harder.

“Love it when you call me baby” Hoseok answers, eyes hazy and not there at all. He’s fully hard and aching against Namjoon’s thigh but neither of the dom’s pays it any mind. Right now isn't about getting off- though it would be nice if that happened.

If Jin new he was hard, he’d tease, hobi almost wants to turn so that he sees. the laugh he gives Hobi in response is enough to have a hot lick of shame trailing down his back to where Namjoon gropes mindlessly at his thighs warming up the skin with firm touches. “Love you too Hobi, going to hear you yell it for me later yeah?”

Hoseok is breathless, pupils dark and dilated. “Yeah” Jimin pinches his cheeks, making his lips pucker. The mean little dominant jerks his neck up to look at him. Grinning and leaning down to press a gentle kiss to his lips, the lack of a proper kiss makes him whine higher.

The rest of the pack is still deep in the shower, and Jin goes to join, the happy cacophony of honey and cinnamon that spill out of the bathroom with Tae and Jungkook’s giggles is inviting. No wonder Hoseok looked so fucked out if they were smelling like that.

With Namjoon’s warm palms going up and down his back Hoseok relaxes into the sheets. “Now pup-“ Namjoon's tone makes him shiver. Most alphas would balk at the very idea of this, to submit to another goes against instincts but honestly, letting go of them makes Hoseok feel liberated. “Are you ready yet? Or do we need to let you squirm for another minute?”

Wrong- Hoseok’s whole body feels wrong; he turns his head away from Namjoon and Jimin and whines. It feels wrong that his alpha has to take time out of his own very busy day to correct Hoseok’s mistake. He soothes Hoseok by twining one large hand through his hair and gripping.

Hoseok has always been a fan of firm touches, especially on his hair, the delightful shivers rocket down his spine and lodges him firmly in the present. And they know that. He lifts his head out of the sheets so that Hoseok’s words won’t be mumbled like they were the first time. “Go on, tell us what you did wrong pup.”

“I yelled at someone who didn’t deserve it” the pack alpha makes a discontented noise, slapping his ass quickly, lightly- not enough to hurt. But still Hoseok answers with a sharp intake of breath, lips parted, eyes watering. Jimin leans down to kiss them off his cheeks, delicious. He’s sinking so fast, maybe a little too fast, but Namjoon and Jimin will always be there to catch him.

Namjoon tsks, clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth. Humming a sound of displeasure. “And?"

“I-“ Hoseok swallows past the lump in his throat. Namjoon brings his hand down again and Hoseok moans. Squirming for stimulation that they won’t give him, “I-ah- didn’t tell anyone when I was feeling neglected”

“That’s a good pup” hearing that from his alpha makes Hoseok’s toes curl, he ruts forward half-heartedly, needy in his whines and actions. “How about ten more? How’s that sound sweetheart?”

“Color?” Jimin asks, Namjoon waits, sharing a look with the other alpha.

“Green” Hoseok answers clearly between hiccups, and they begin.

~-~

You wait until Yoongi’s asleep until his breath has evened out and his heartbeat- pounding underneath your cheek, has slowed to a sleepy thud. He’s a still sleeper, and despite the fact that he wakes easily, you’re able to pull away from him without much issue, though his hand reaches out a little, tensing as if to pull you back.

You’d talked it through what happened earlier, longer than you should have maybe, but you did need to get your stories straight, just so that you knew what they knew and what they didn't.

But after that, you'd been unwilling to talk to him about what you were thinking. Maybe he suspects something, Yoongi had badgered you a little, unable to keep from asking again and again, well aware that something was wrong but unable to demand that you tell him what was bothering you, what was weighing on you.

"Tomorrow, I'll tell you tomorrow I promise." you'd hidden your face from him in his shoulder, not risking letting him see fearing that he'd sense the lie. But eventually, Yoongi had sighed and said.

"Okay, I love you, you believe me when I say that right?"

"Of course I do, love you too."

It takes more strength than you ever thought to keep your scent and your breathing steady as you wait. Watching, making sure Yoongi is asleep you pour over everything he told you. how happy he looked, playing with your hands, a soft smile on his face, as he said, “i think we’re all going to be okay”

You keep repeating in your head that it’s good- it’s good that you didn’t wreck them. That they still have each other and that this fight sounds like the last they’ll have.

Especially because you’re leaving tonight.

They’ll heal from this, Just like he’ll heal from you. Yoongi is a strong man, he can handle anything especially with them around. With you gone there will be no chance of you fucking up their relationship again. This one year with Yoongi is all the love you’re allowed. You can’t be careless any longer, he doesn't deserve what you've done. This ends tonight.

But looking at him you can’t help but remember that this was so nice- this was the best thing you’ve ever had, and ever will have. but you’ve overstayed your welcome, his heart doesnt belong to you- and now you understand that it never did. maybe that would hurt more if you didn’t love him so much, if you didn’t want the best for him.

The best isn’t you.

It’s hard not to linger over the bed; He looks so gentle in your nest. Curled around a space shaped like your body. Rough hands delicately tucked beneath your pillow, blond hair spilling over your pastel sheets. His roots are beginning to grow out and without you here he won’t have a reason to dye it blond. Maybe he’ll keep it up just because you’re gone, In the futile hope that you’ll come back.

You don’t like the idea of that, you wish you left him without marks, just as whole and complete as he was before he left you. You wish your love hadn’t taken anything from Yoongi. But that mark- your mating mark, will always be at his hip.

Plenty of mates live apart from each other- you try to tell yourself. It happens sometimes- mating bites given in the heat of the moment during a rut or heat, people that grow apart despite the love and the bond. Maybe that’s one of the reasons why some mating marks go deeper than others. To make sure that people stay.

Yours doesn’t go deep enough then. This is the best option for both of you and Yoongi might not have the strength to tell you that you need to leave but you will for him. You linger, giving him one last long look before you creep out of the bed. You’ve learned which parts of the house squeak and which parts don’t, the floorboards are cool and smooth beneath your feet.

You and Yoongi have had panic bags packed since the first night you stayed here. Tucked away in the cabinet under the stairs for emergencies, in the event that you needed to run. Each black bag is complete with two changes of clothes, a first aid kit, and a freshly faked passport with a new name below your picture. A new identity and a new life primed for the taking.

There is also a gun and 10,000$ cash in each, which helps you feel safer as you pick them out of the darkness. You take the ammo from one bag and put it into the other as well as the smooth stacks of money. You can make 20,000 dollars last a long time. Long enough to find a job and an apartment somewhere- in a city far away from this one where no one- not even yoongi, will be able to find you.

You’ve already stashed a set of clothes that you change into in the entryway, leaving your pajamas on the kitchen table. The note you wrote earlier placed on top.

You penned it earlier while they talked. Tears streaming down your face that smudged the ink in places, a little too brief- you hope he won’t be too mad at you when he reads it.

“You know this is the only way I could prove that I really love you, right? Please don’t look for me. If you loved me at all, don’t try to find me. This is what’s best for both of us.

Don’t worry. I won’t let myself die.”

Because of course you couldn’t, even if what you really want is freedom. You won’t doom Yoongi to what you feel coming down Geumjae’s bond even now. That poison that you will never be able to rid yourself of no matter how hard you try. You won't kill yourself not because you want to live, But because you don’t want Yoongi to feel guilty over the fact that he couldn’t save you.

you can’t die, so It will be best if you’re just out of sight and out of mind.

“Thank you for the happiest time in my life, now go have yours for both of us okay? You have to promise me you'll let yourself heal with them.”

You don’t know if it will work, if he’ll stay away or if he’ll try to find you. But you can only hope that he won’t have to hurt so much over you, that he’ll be able to move on from this.

Without you here Yoongi won’t have any reason to tell them the truth and all of them will be safe. In a few months or whenever they decide to look below the waistband of his shorts, he’ll be able to tell them about the mating mark, and it won’t matter, without you here your mating mark won't drive a rift between them.

You hover in the doorway, snagging his sweatshirt from the hooks by the door. you lift it to your nose to find that it smells like him- sea salt and chocolate. And you think, with no small amount of anguish, that one-day you might not remember what your mate smells like.

Your choked sob is a little quiet, but still, you wipe your tears and put it on underneath your coat before you leave the house. Tucking the gun into your waistband, and covering it with the hem of the sweatshirt.

You close the door softly behind you. Your knees shake, and though you haven’t been outside in months, you pull up the hood on your sweatshirt and set off into the night.

You don’t look back.

~-~

By the time Hoseok pulls himself out of the hazy whole of subspace, he’s smack dab in-between Namjoon and Jungkook in the center of the nest. His lower half is faintly sticky, but that’s just from the wipes that they cleaned him up with.

He remembers jerking with sensitivity, and getting kisses for every clean pass he handled while staying still. Those crooned sentences with “good boy” tacked on at the end that always have the ability to turn Hoseok into a gooey mess, even when he’s not post scene.

Everything has mellowed out now, the youngest pack mate is wrapped around Hobi like a vine, Jungkook laps at his scent gland, tireless and sleepy motions, making a happy hum, the purring that's usually so low that no one can hear it. He’s sure he smells delicious by now- all caramel sweet and rich with arousal that’s dissipating. Hoseok’s body feels completely sated.

Namjoon’s not quite settled underneath him. Hoseok's leg is drawn over the hip of the pack alpha. The pack alpha lets out a sleepy grumble, nosing through his hair. Searching out as much of his happy scent as he can.

Out of all of them Namjoon is probably the most vulnerable to dropping after a scene, the most prone to doubt and an internalized fear that all dominants have; that what they do is inherently bad with or without consent. Dom drop is a very real concern.

Hoseok feels perfect- incandescent and whole, he feels loose-limbed and free of tension. If he looked down and found his skin dusted in starlight he wouldn’t be surprised. God- doing a scene feels fantastic. He loves that their relationship operates like this, that with a few careful words and touches (and a boatload of intimacy) they can make him feel this way. He’s got more energy right now than he has had in weeks.

But the rest of the pack is near completely asleep around him, curled up closer than usual. Their heavy breathes a lovely lullaby. Hoseok remains keyed up, a little hot with the pack alpha crowding him against the sheets, herding all his pack mates into one spot even in sleep. It’s a little cute but also a little annoying.

Hoseok is very awake, and he can't stop the waterfall tumble of his thoughts, pouring over everything- the fight- Yoongi’s confession. He can't stop picturing the way your face had fallen when he’d said what he said, like all the hope you had was swallowed up in a second. And then down came the mask, the darkness in your eyes, resigned to the way he was yelling at you.

Verbal abuse from an alpha is something you're clearly constantly prepared to take.

He hates to think that he’d made you feel afraid. That you’d struggled and he’d pushed you and set you back in your recovery tonight. It settles like an itch under his skin and sleep remains a mystery to him. The need to fix it, the need to correct his own mistakes only gets more intense as the minutes drag on.

He can’t help but look at the clock and wonder if you’re still awake.

He’s not the only one who's awake, Tae’s maneuvered himself near the head of the bed, his long and large hands rub a gentle pressure down Hoseok's neck, massaging his scent gland in a careful soothing rhythm. He’s not quite set back on his feet either, still something a little off.

This morning (which now seems like a lifetime ago) Hoseok had been sure there was something wrong with Tae, and whatever that is hasn’t been abated by the fight. He opens his mouth to ask Tae what’s wrong but the other alpha taps his lips closed.

Across the bed, Jimin curls closer to Jin. The smallest alpha climbing on top of the omega who wakes briefly then settles back into the nest. Hand blindly reaching out to fluff at the parameter- not unlike the way a kitten might kneed a blanket.

They spend half an hour in companionable silence, enjoying the feeling of having nearly all their pack mates breathing deep and steady, safe in the confines of the nest. Tae lets Hoseok try and fall asleep before he leans over him, dragging a kiss over his forehead and down his cheek to whisper in his ear, trying to keep quiet for the others, but they're all used to accidentally being woken up.

Hoseok can’t help but open his eyes and appreciate Tae from this angle, though he’s always been beautiful, delicate, and strong. The perfect alpha; the perfect man.

Before Hoseok would have said something like “I’ll never be as perfect Tae” but now he believe that one-day with the right effort he will be. (It’s not perfect but it’s a start.)

“Why can you sleep, honey? Usually, you’re the first to fall asleep.” he whispers, lips brushing his ear

“I was about to ask you the same thing, Just thinking,” he fidgets, and Taehyung’s waits for Hoseok to answer. “You think it would be bad if I went there and apologized now? I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep until I make things right?Hoseok thinks that he might not be able to sleep until he makes the situation with you and Yoongi completely right. “why can’t you sleep tae?”

Taehyung’s looks around the room, judging for a moment. The way his eye bags catch the shadows doesn't escape Hoseok’s notice. How many nights has Tae stayed up like this? How many nights had Hobi fallen asleep below him, completely unaware that he was kept awake by whatever weighs on his shoulders?

Tae holds himself like he’s trying to make himself smaller, hands folded delicately, prettily even. It looks like whatever it is that bothers him weighs a lot. Tae’s eyes are bright when he looks back at hobi.

“Jungkook has Joonie- and Jin has Jimin, if you honestly think there isn’t a risk for sub drop, then I think is fine if you go over there, Yoongi won’t mind being woken up, and neither will y/n, at least I don’t think so,”

“But if i’m gone whose got you Tae?”

Tae’s smile is brittle, more of a grimace really “i’ll be fine, i’d rather you deal with whats keeping you up.”

“So there is something keeping you awake.” Hobi’s not accusatory. Just a little worried. Tae’s eyes are wide, like he didn’t mean to say what he just did.

Jin grumbles from across the nest, clearly he hasn’t heard their most recent exchange. He’s the kind of person who wakes up easily but falls asleep just as quickly. Probably heard the first part and not the last.

“As long as you’re sincere she won’t mind, she’ll believe you. She just likes honesty,” he grumbles, smacking his lips. He looks like he’s judging something. Lips pouting, “But if you don’t leave in the next five minutes I will forcibly confine you to my nest, so you better get moving pup if you want to apologize tonight,”

Tae laughs, giggling enough that the bed shakes a little, more than one member in the nest stirs. “I’ll be fine, just go” the happiness looks good on Tae, not forced (but maybe he’s just good at hiding whatever he’s hiding, maybe he just has years of practice). He relaxes back into the bed and when Hobi detangles himself from jungkook, jin immediately pulls Tae in.

the pack omegas eyes open, and he stares at Hobi- lucid for a second, blinking slowly. But by the time Hoseok has detangled himself from Namjoon and Jungkook they’ve all resettled, tae tucked under jin’s arm.

Tae gives him a heavy-lidded look. Already looking more relaxed “Take your phone and text me when you get there okay? You gonna take your car?”

“No” Hoseok decides, a split-second decision. “It’s a nice night- I might as well walk, I’ve got a lot of thoughts anyway, Might give me some time to sort them out.”

Jin and Tae talk softly as hoseok pulls on a sweatshirt, if he listened, he’d be able to hear:

(Do you think in other worlds we find each other like this? other realities? do you love me no matter the story hyung? This is Taehyung’s favorite bedtime story. Sometimes its easy to forget that he’s just as much a pup as Jungkook is.

Yes, we have to, no other way. Won’t let anything separate us. Not even time.

Do you think we find her too?

I hope so Tae, I really hope so).

Hoseok leaves the apartment building; his large jean jacket drawn over his pajamas and there’s no use for changing. He doesn’t mind being seen in them. Though he does have to roll them up around the hips to stop his pants from being caught under his heals. they might be Namjoon’s pjyamas, the pack tends not to discriminate.

The skin of his ass aches, a lovely reminder of his pack mate's care. He’ll feel it for the next few days, but it won’t be an unwelcome sensation just a reminder of the care and love they have for him. The night air is cold, the buildings above him speckled with lights of people not yet asleep. It’s not that late, only nearing 1 am so you might still be awake. Hoseok will wait on the porch all night if he has too, will sleep on their couch if you won’t wake for him.

Hoseok lets the rhythm of his own feet draw him closer and closer; he knows the way back to the house and only has to check his phone a few times. While he walks he tries to compose sentences in his head, all that he wants to say and all that he might tell you.

“I'm sorry I didn’t meet you as a person but as an enemy” Nah that’s too much like a movie script.

“I'm sorry, I won’t get in the way of your love story if you don’t get in the way of mine?” too cynical.

“New beginnings? Can we start again? is there still a chance that things don’t have to be so bad? I didn't mean what I said to you, and I know being angry doesn't excuse it but, it wasn't your fault and i’ll never take my emotions out on you again. I promise."

And then maybe a confession- if he's deserving of it. Though it’s might be a little selfish to talk about his own trauma when they should be focusing on yours. "I didn't mean to blame you for being a victim, i was honestly projecting, did Yoongi ever tell you about my first pack?"

Hoseok gets lost in thought, doesn't have to look down at his GPS. Unlike you, on the opposite street, looking down at your phone so intently you don’t even notice when you pass in front of hoseok.

Hoseok almost shouts your name, so surprised that he recognizes you by your shuffling gait, but it’s definitely you- your face lit from below by your phone screen. He momentarily forgets where you are.

He's never seen you leave the house, let alone on this side of the city. Or this late at night, and without Yoongi- where? Where are you going? why are you-

It’s hoseok’s turn to feel nauseous, He doesn't mean to follow you- not really, but he doesn't want to startle you by shouting or make you run off. Hoseok is good at cataloging information, your black backpack, the jacket of Yoongi’s, you’re leaving. Going somewhere. Fleeing in the dead of night to get away from them.

He doesn’t have time too feel guilty about his hand in this, there is no other good explanation for why you’re here right now. He has to stop you.

He sees your hand reach up to wipe your cheek, and narrowly misses being spotted when you look around, ducking behind a street corner. Not sure why, but he feels like if you spot him you’ll run. And the last thing Hoseok wants to do is chase you down.

He holds his breath until he realizes where you’re going, suspicions confirmed as you near the train station that runs through the center of town. Pocketing your phone when you spot it. He sucks on his lower lip as he watches you climb the steps up and over the tracks.

It’s not the kind of train that’s like a subway, no barricade to jump, just a machine kiosk that you pump 2 bils into and click at your destination. Hoseok doesn’t see which one, Just watches you take the ticket and head in the direction of the platform.

He doesn't need to buy one for himself to follow you, just makes sure he doesn’t get too close, You walk down to the end of the tracks and he ducks behind advertisements when you glance back. You don’t sit but stand on the edge of the tracks.

His hood up, he watches you stop to wait. A growing feeling of dread in his stomach popping like a bubble, the speakers overhead announce that there are only 5 minutes until the next train. it’s now or never.

You still haven’t seen him yet; don’t know he’s there. Hoseok lingers, walking close to you, quiet, his beat-up shoes near silent on the concrete. He doesn't want to shout your name and startle you, worried about making you jump. you’re only a foot back from the edge of the tracks. He gets closer, sees your hand tighten in your pocket.

And reaches out to tap your shoulder.

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This Week in BL

Nov 2021 Wk 2

Being a highly subjective assessment of one tiny corner of the interwebs.

Ongoing Series - Thai

My Mate Match (Line) Ep 5 fin - aw, it’s kinda cuteness incarnate. We all knew it’d end up the way is did, but what a graceful exit from Sir The Path Not Chosen. I gotta say I like it when the actors are mature enough to kiss like they actually know what they’re doing. (Honestly the Thai BL pulps served us good kisses on a platter this year.) My Mate Match is a bit of a mess and the characters are occasionally too dumb for words, so in the end I give it 6/10 RECOMMENDED BUT PRETTY DARN FLAWED

Bite Me Ep 11 fin (Viki) - there’s more talking and less cooking in this last episode than all the others combined but that dialogue was stilted, awkward, and cliche. The kiss was pretty, I guess. And it was kinda fun to see a bunch of desserts I recognized from Until We Meet Again. But we spent all our time with side characters. Honestly what the hell happened to this show? I’m not even mad, just let down. My best one word description is: disappointing. If I were one of the two leads I’d be mad though. They were great. The show failed them, not the other way around. Watch it if you like longing looks and cooking shows, but don’t expect story 6/10 QUITE FLAWED

Love With Benefits Ep 1 - appears to be another meta BL about BL. Plot: The leads of a new BL series aren’t doing well enough to pass as a shippable couple so they are forced to live together to build intimacy in an opposites attract kinda thing. It’s slow moving (not as bad as Bite Me, but what is?) with lots of punching down humor and predatory trans characters (when did THAT become an archetype? grrrr) so... I’m not sure about it at all.

Loveless Society Ep 0 - dropped 20 mins of bts, no subs, to Line, so I think we can expect that from the rest of the series too. Which may or may not start next week.

Bad Buddy (YouTube) Ep 3 - I’m getting a real “scion of SOTUS” feel from this show now and loving that for it. Truly. ALL THE TROPES dropped this week and the boys are flirting and softening towards each other. It’s GREAT. I’m live blogging it here.

Between Us special (YouTube) Ep 0 - 3 little vignettes of pitch perfect domesticity, nothing more, no spoilers or foreshadows. And it’s charming and glorious and exactly satisfying. Suddenly, I’m all confident in Wabi Sabi again. Or is this just New doing that sporadic master of the BL universe for the honor of Grayrainbow thing he does? (Closely followed by a 7 Project level betrayal). Who cares. YAY!!!

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

My Sweet Dear (Korea - Viki) Ep 7-8 fin - I really liked this one, I think slightly more than Tasty Florida (I don’t enjoy love triangles), but it rates about the same. Tasty was prettier, Sweet is more stylish and grown up. I’m looking forward to the movie version, hopefully they will iron out some of the editing/timing/flashback issues. This was what I wanted Bite Me to be. I didn’t feel like the crisis/ending was rushed because I watch too many Kdramas and all the shit always goes down in the last few episodes, so I was expecting it. RECOMMENDED 8/10

My Type (Taiwan indie - hard to find but a kind soul is subbing it here) Ep 2-3 this remains very cute and kinda fun for a baby project.

Friend or Lover (Taiwan - YouTube) Ep 6 fin - finally the last little installment. It was cute, it’s a fine indie piece, better than most, not actually very good tho. 5/10 RECOMMENDED ONLY IF YOU HAVE NOTHING BETTER TO DO

Vanishing My First Love AKA Kieta Hatsukoi (Japan - indie subbed) Ep 5 - it’s so fucking funny, Aoki the spaz in the forest, that spider slap on the back, it all just made me laugh so hard my ribs hurt (I grew up rural, this shit is golden). This show is a work of slapstick genius with poor Ida the only stiff in the bunch. It’s gloriously ridiculous without losing any of its earnest wholesome sincerity.

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📕BTS Fic Reads - 2020 August

Okay so I’m such a hoe for fics that I probably have about a hundred on queue but I can’t help appreciate all the works that these awesome writers put here on Tumblr and AO3.

Here’s my attempt to organize my readings - though if my mood fluctuates, I’d just end up going through my reblogged fics for reading or sorting through my watchlist of ongoing/incomplete fics/series

✅ - done reading | S (smut) F (fluff) A (angst)

🥕[Ongoing Series - to check weekly]🥕

Dangerous Pairing @nightowls388 - KNJ | supernatural au, fantasy au, forbidden romance

[2/?] “Whether you’re a vampire or werewolf, love is still love. Betrayal is still betrayal.”

Queen Cobra @fantasybangtan - KTH | mafia au, undercover au, arranged marriage, enemies to lovers, thriller, s, f,a

[8/?] when your boss offers the chance to take down the nation’s most lucrative gang from the inside out, you know you’ll do it no matter what the cost… even if that means entering an arranged marriage with the kingpin himself.

Arranged by obiwrites (AO3) - JHS | arranged marriage, unrequited love, angst, pining, jhs in love with someone else

[19/?] If you thought entering an arranged marriage with the person you love would be a dream, you were in for a rude awakening. Jung Hoseok was far from the doting husband you’d dreamed of and most of it could be chalked up to the fact that he was in love with his best friend. And you are without a shadow of a doubt, not her.

Image, Bad Boy @kittentaegu - JJK | badboy, fwb, angst, smut, more angstttt (I binge-read on this for the angst), adorable JJK when he’s not an fboi

[14/?] I chose to read this on AO3. Incomplete, but Ch 14 had such a satisfying ending - When by chance you walk in on the school’s infamous bad boy, not once, but two different times in one day; your life quickly spirals out of control.

I’ll Sue You, Min Yoongi by hosexi (AO3) - MYG | neighbors, enemies to lovers, angst, smut, lawyer!reader

[9/10] Yoongi is the neighbor from hell

Whiskey Neat and Whisking Trips by lacielre (AO3) - KTH | comedy, fake dating au, baker!reader, veterinarian!taehyung, funny 😂🤣, ex!Jin

[2/4] This is a story about the night you poured your heart out to your ex outside his apartment building as a stranger yelled at you to “shut the fuck up,” and that stranger, who was just as wounded as you, was Taehyung, and he needed your help.

His Side, Her Side @scriptaed - JJK | he said, she said, f, a

[11/?] a collective snapshots in time shared between two, whose fates were undeniably intertwined and futures would never come to be - one last chapter before series ends 😥

Black Swan @softlyjiminie - PJM | professional dancer, enemies to lovers, fake dating, figure skating, s, f, a

[2/?] a life of skating was all you’d ever known, your heart craving the feeling of ice beneath your feet and the light brush of cool air against your skin under thousands of sparkling lights… what a shame, if only you’d known that one night, one accident could rip you from the life you’d grown to love, leaving your career in the unsteady hands of the prince of ballet, park jimin.

The Key to my Drawer @jjungkookislife - KTH | bestfriends to lovers, s, a

[10/?] A key, a drawer, and a secret Taehyung planned to take to the grave

The Nanny @jjungkookislife - KSJ| lawyer!seokjin, nanny!reader, single dad au

[2/?] Jin hires a nanny for his son, but when he hires you, he gets that and so much more

Acatalepsy @1kook - JJK | survival au, apocalypse au, s, f

[2/?] Jungkook didn’t understand, and the longer he ponders it, he realizes maybe he never will. Some things are just better left unknown, he supposes. But that didn’t mean one had to face them alone.

Aphrodite in War @jungblue - JJK | angst, exes au, fake dating au, roommates, sorority/frat wars, college au *this is really good 😍😍*

[2/?] Everyone knew about the war that had been brewing on the edge of campus for the past two years. Sorority versus Fraternity; a showdown for the ages. However, when the escalating antics between them yields the consequence of possible suspensions for both chapters, the presidents of each house must come together to try and figure out how to end this battle… Which is kind of hard, considering they were the ones responsible for it in the first place.

Palate Cleanser @btsmakesmehappy - KTH | agent au, fwb, strangers to lovers, s, f, a

[5/?] Part of The Company series - Taehyung needs something to take his mind off his broken heart. His best friend, Jimin, suggests that he should meet another woman and the first woman he met was you. Would you help him even though you have your own problem, that you hate men?

Bad Guy @taehoneys - JJK | college au, fratboy au, badboy, good girl(?),

[3/?] chose to read this on AO3 A certain video circulates the school after your big mistake and you never do mistakes, but you did this time…a big one: J e o n J u n g k o o k

Good Girl Series: Good Girl || Sweet Girl || Smart Girl || Brave Girl @bonny-kookoo - JJK | good girl au, bad boy au, roommates, established relationship, s, f, a

[5/?] Jeon Jungkook was known to have a specific type when it came to his partners; tall, gorgeous, dominant and older. When a new girl answers to his ad online searching for a roommate, he didn’t quite expect such an innocent being to turn up at his doorstep And what he definitely didn’t expect was his growing interest in her and the feeling of having her under him, all submissive and ready to be ruined.

Agent of Love @ppersonna - JJK | social media au, agent au, s, f, a

[1/?] as the FBI agent assigned to your phone, Jungkook keeps a diligent watch. he takes a special interest when you try your hand in online dating AND online sexting. desperate to keep you from bombing yet another potential date, Jungkook breaks his vow of silence to assist you in your plight to get laid.

Irregular Heartbeat @ppersonnakookies - MYG | social media au, surgeon!yoongi, intern!reader,

[5/?] hot girl meets hot guy at a bar, lets him buy her a drink, then hooks up with him in the bathroom without even asking for his name. your typical friday night cliché. except for the fact that you’re a virgin, and the guy you drunkenly lose your v-card to is your superior at your new job.

Somewhere Only We Know @userseok - JJK | hybrid au, pining, angst, fantasy, smut

Prequel SOWK 1 SOWK 2 [being revised by author] Epilogue [to be posted]

you’ve been chasing after jungkook for years. after a harsh verbal altercation between both of you, you decide to leave him alone and pursue a relationship with someone who seems genuinely interested in you, thinking he would never return your feelings.

Elysee @ironicarmy - KSJ | angst, drama, CEO!Seokjin, personal assistant

[1/?] Being the CEO of Korea’s largest fashion house is no easy feat. But to be the person behind the man, that being his assistant, is an even harder spot to maintain. In a company filled with affairs, bribery, deceit, lies and blackmail, you must struggle to survive and, eventually, climb your way to the top of the food chain. Seokjin, your boss, trusts you more than anyone, but when exactly does the line between friendly camaraderie blur with carnal desire?

Beautiful Deception @jiminwreckedme - MYG? | mystery, thriller, ex!yoongi, angst, smut

[3/5] When your ex-boyfriend’s wife goes missing, you are the only one who can help him find her. But in a world where everyone is a friend and everyone is a culprit, how will you find out what happened to the woman he loves? Without falling for him all over again?

🥕[Completed AUs/Series/Drabbles - to read]🥕

One Thing Right @hobios - JJK | fake marriage au, childhood friends, enemies to lovers, fluff, angst, slow burn, smut

01 02 03 04 05 06 07 08 09 ✅ (done, read it twice - this is just perfect ⭐ holy grail status)

Carousel @yoonia - MYG | mafia au, arranged marriage, heirs, CEO!Yoongi, suspense

Index: 16 Chapters & Epilogue | Drabbles and short stories | Playlist | Fan Edits

*a re-read this holy grail of a fic 🥰

Risk It @kookiesjoonies - JJK | social media au, exes to lovers, angst, smut ✅

Driving Me Wild @joonkookiemonster - JJK | demon prince!JJK, roommate au, comedy, fluff ✅ (done reading, this is really cuuute 🥰)

Redefining Destiny @threeletterislife - JJK | soulmates, enemies to lovers, mafia, fluff, crack, angst

01 02 03 04 05 06 07 (*have to read Yoongi’s story first*)

Rattled @gukslut - JJK | single dad au, angst, pining, enemies to lovers, neighbors, smut

Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Epilogue ✅(done)

*was reading this when it was ongoing, but stopped at Ch 5 (angst was too much for my heart 😢) - thrilled to binge-read this from the start 😍

Guarded @xjoonchildx - JHS | mafia au, enemies to lovers, slow burn, tsundere, smut

01 02 03 04 05 06 Epilogue ✅

Never Falling @yoonia - PJM | Enemies to Lovers!au, Singer!Jimin, non-idol!au, Assistant!reader, Smut, Angst, slow burn ✅(done)

Spellbound @minflix - PJM | witches au (sort of based on the secret circle), smut, comedy, fluff, light angst, enemies to lovers

Lie @yoon-kooks - PJM | angst, fluff, based on movie “Flipped”

0 // 1 // 2 // 3 // 4 // 5 // 6 // 7 // 8 // 9 // 10 // 11 // 12 // 13 // 14 // 15 // 16 // 17 // FINAL

On the Sidewalk of Champ Elysees @taeramisu = KTH | journalist!KTH, exes to lovers, smut, angst, paris, slow burn

Little Monsters @yoon-bug - MYG | established relationship, unplanned pregnancy, s, f ✅

Take One @taetaewonderland - MYG | pornstar!yoongi, fanfictionwriter, strangers to lovers, s, f ✅

The Habits of a Broken Heart @softykooky - JJK | soulmates au, unrequited love, art student!JK, english student!Y/N, angst, fluff, subtle enemies to lovers ✅(done)

Into the Wilderness @gukyi - PJM | camp counselor au, unrequited love, friends to lovers

Oops @honeyj00ns - JJK | love at first hear, comedy, fluff, smut, “ You don’t know who the wonderful voice singing in the shower is, but you need to know” ✅

A Song Request @n8dlesoupguk - JJK | drabble, romance, where you always listen to the same radio station and he lives in the apartment complex opposite of yours ✅

Oh My God, They Were (Quarantined) Roommates @ot7always - JJK | roommates, quarantined life, college, smut, fluff ✅

Your Favorite Cardigan in Summer Nights @prodkkyu - JJK | one shot, angst, high school sweethearts, exes au, summer fling ✅

Crimson Park @heartbeatan - JJK | mafia, boss!reader, mystery, angst

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 (Final) ✅

Pranks @mysecretatticsstuff - JJK | enemies to lovers, prank wars, angst, smut, fluff ✅

Too Long, Didn’t Read @fortunexkookie - KTH | college, writers, enemies to lovers, fluff ✅ (done reading, love love this)

You’ve Got Mail @minyoongijjangjjangmanboongboong - JJK | Barista!Reader, Graphic Design Student!Jungkook, angst, ex-lovers, enemies to lovers ✅ (done reading, love this)

Love at First Oink @glodenclosetau- KTH | social media au, neighbors, friends to lovers, piggies 🐽, romance, fluff, comedy ✅ (done - the cutest smau ever)

Sugar @seokjxnnie - MYG | ceo!yoongi, escort!reader, personal assistant, smut ✅

Amor Vincit Omnia @sunshyngal - MYG | Mafia au, arranged marriage, angst, violence, drama

My Euphoria @beyochu - JJK | fake dating au, fluff, ceo!jungkook, florist!reader, romance ✅ (done, really adorable)

All Aboard @ve1vetyoongi - KNJ | smut, officeworker!namjoon, enemies to lovers ✅

#bts au fic #bts fanfic #currentlyreading #ggukkiereadinglist #bts fluff #bts angst #bts smut #namjoon fanfic #seokjin fanfic #jungkook fanfic #hoseok fanfic #jimin fanfic #taehyung fanfic #yoongi fanfic

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Run BTS: 008 | Silmido part 2 Find the Flag

Original Air Date: 15 DEC 2015 Episode Length: 14:29 Total Parts: 4 YouTube English Subtitles: Yes Title Song: Dope

Synopsis: Still at the outdoor park but now they're competing individually in a scavenger hunt

Production: They did an absolutely great job with the exposition, edit, and graphics.

Endearment: The betrayals! They really show their individual charms in this one.

Winner/Loser: see final part

Best Cheater: YG - not very successful but he tried!

Member Moments:

RM: Of course he was the one to figure out the flag at the beginning.

JN: Jin getting startled by Yoongi is one of the greatest editing moments.

YG: You wanna see the most adorable run? Just watch after he abandons the ATV.

JH: Poor Hobi, he always seems so bewildered in these games.

JM: Jimin absolutely wasn't messing around with this game. Clear MVP!

V: I really wish he would have tried a little more but he just wasn't feeling this game it seems.

JK: Poor JKs lost flag, picked up by a sudden green creature!

Bonus Content: see final part

CQ Rank: 3.5

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(CQ Eval Date: 11 SEPT 2023)

Check out this post for my Masterlist of all episodes and descriptions of how I'm evaluating these.

Previous Episode: 007

Next Episode: 009

#Youtube #bts #run bts #ep.008 #bangtan sonyeondan #jeon jungkook #park jimin #kim namjoon #kim seokjin #min yoongi #jung hoseok #kim taehyung

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Give and Take

✂ Pairing: Yandere! Mafioso! Park Jimin x Singer! Reader

✂ Word Count: 1,8k+

✂ Trigger Warning: Mention of abduction, obsessiveness, possessiveness, implied forced marriage, murder, blood, death

✂ This story is fictional and for amusement only. I don’t believe any of the members would do this in real life. All in all, thank you for reading and I hope you have a good day!

Do not re-upload my writing to another website or use it without my permission.

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You know you’ve been out of BTS fandom for too long when you accidentally mixed Jimin's surname with Kim. Also, I nearly forgot to write this.

Part 1

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“A hundred and five is the number that comes to my head, when I think of all the years I wanna be with you. Wake up every morning with you in my bed, that's precisely what I plan to do.” - Marry Me [Jason Derulo]

Being the girlfriend of a mafia boss was surprisingly… relaxed; or maybe because it was Jimin. When you woke up in a spacious room completed with a queen-size bed, a walk-in closet that kept lavish dresses and clothes in your favorite colors, en suite bathroom, and balcony, Jimin had barged in and immediately leaped on you. You remembered shrieking at the sudden attack of affection and tried to push him off, but he was surprisingly strong for someone so… short.

Suffice to say, he didn’t quite release you for the next ten minutes.

You’d never met a man so clingy, so affectionate except, maybe, a sasaeng. And even so, your guards never let them touch you. One or two times, yes, but their service was pretty good overall. However, they weren’t here to protect you now. You were left at the mercy of a mafioso, the boss one at that.

Now that you thought about it, what happened to your guards? You only remembered snippets of you going to a supermarket to buy snacks when someone abruptly knocked you out. You weren’t sure if your guards saw the culprit, but since the car was basically across the street, you concluded that they must have. After all, it was their job to watch over you.

But you supposed even the most experienced guards were nothing at the hands of mafioso.

You hoped nothing particularly bad had happened to them. Who knows what your kidnapper had done to them when you were unconscious. Wasn’t Mafia a cruel organization? It’d be understandable if the members were trained to act that way. Though, you prayed that they only knocked your guards out as they did to you.

And what about your manager? Oh, God. They must be worried sick about you. Well, maybe not necessarily your well-being.

However, it didn’t seem as if Jimin shared your concern. Not that you were expecting much from him, to begin with.

When you asked him about their conditions, he merely whined and proceeded to bury his face further into the crook of your neck.

“Why are you asking about other men when you already have me here? Am I not enough for you? Why do you even care about those puny men, anyway? They don’t deserve your attention. Not at all.”

You didn’t understand why he said it as though he was your boyfriend already, and that he deserved to be the center of your focus. In fact, you didn’t understand anything at all!

“O-of course I care about them! They’re my guards, after all. You can’t just…” You squirmed in his hold when you felt it tighten around your stomach. “You can’t just dismiss them like they’re nothing! And who the heck are you, anyway?”

His giggle sent an awkward vibration throughout your body. If he sensed your discomfort, then he chose to ignore it. He probably noticed, because he soon giggled again and nipped your neck playfully.

“I’m your number one fan, of course.”

It finally dawned on you that you were dealing with no ordinary fan, but a sasaeng. Out of all people, he just had to be one.

And out of all frantic thoughts that circulated in your head, the worst just had to happen.

“… But,” he continued thoughtfully. “now that you’re here, I guess you could say that I’m your boyfriend!”

You learned pretty early that Jimin was serious about this whole ‘boyfriend’ thing, or maybe it was just him drilling his affection into your distraught brain. Every gift, from big to small, and from cheap to expensive, piled on your floor. Although looking at the ‘cheapest’ present he gave you, it was probably worth a thousand dollars. Your favorite food would be served every day, and any snack you craved would be sent to your – or should you say, your shared – room, regardless of the time.

Compared to your manager who needed to watch over the finance, Jimin didn’t bother to hold himself from spoiling you thoroughly. It came to the point where you had to keep your gaze from wandering to the things that interested you in fear of him buying them with or without your knowledge, usually the former.

Obviously, he wouldn’t do anything without a price. This was a give-and-take world, after all.

Luckily, the price wasn’t that outrageous. Just the things a lover usually did; affection and attention. But, as expected, he forbade you to look and speak to other people for too long. Not even the guards that were stationed outside your room was an exception to his ‘rule’.

And, of course, they’d be more loyal to him than to you. You were just a stranger who was suddenly plucked from your vibrant yet taxing life into his suffocating hug. A weak woman who could do nothing in the face of a muzzle.

“If you talk to other people for longer than ten seconds, I’ll shoot them.” That was what he said to you one day, during one of his impromptu cuddles. Despite the guileless smile he wore, you knew that he wasn’t kidding with his threat.

He’d told you that he’d spoil you to your heart content, and he’d ordered his subordinates to kidnap you. How could you doubt his words?

But you were lonely. The life in Park mansion was generally quiet, and although Jimin liked to invite you to his office, it still wasn’t enough. Not to mention, the guards had forbidden you to accompany him to his meetings because you weren’t ‘official’ yet – not that you necessarily wanted to come in the first place. You weren’t sure if you wanted to know the meaning of ‘official’ – though, you did have an inkling – and quickly backed down. Too quick because Jimin had whined, hand outstretched to grasp even a hem of your clothes.

You were so lonely you decided to bite the bullet and greeted the servant who came to give your food.

“… Hello.”

The servant was startled at first, eyes bulged out of their pockets as if you were threatening his family with a gun instead. Once he discerned your friendly, albeit awkward smile, he relaxed slightly and nodded.

Just a nod. He couldn’t even bring himself to return your greeting. That was how much he feared you, or rather, your affiliation with Jimin.

The hesitant response you received sent a pang of disappointment in your chest. To think that one day, people would fear you instead of admiring you like you were accustomed to seeing. You might not have many fans, but you were happy and grateful for their efforts to watch your concerts. You loved looking at their glittering eyes as they followed you on the stage, their wide beams, and their boisterous cheers.

And now, people couldn’t even glance at you without flinching and recoiling. Granted, it was only the servants. The guards didn’t bother to notice your existence beyond necessary interactions, which was very rare.

“Please don’t be afraid of me,” you said softly as though he was a cornered animal. “I’m not Jimin. I… I don’t even know what I’m doing in here, to be honest.”

The unnamed servant frowned, and after a moment of awkward silence, finally muttered. “Young master really loves you.”

You frowned while still smiling wearily. That wasn’t what you wanted to hear at all. The reason why you spoke to him was that you wanted to talk about anything, not him. But you supposed it was inevitable, wasn’t it? After all, you were under his ‘protection’.

“I-I see…” you trailed off, unsure of what to say next. Jimin was still in his meeting, right? Maybe you could prolong this, honestly useless, conversation. “Can you at least tell me what your name is?”

He shifted a little and looked down. Ah, you really made him uncomfortable, didn’t you?

Reluctantly, he opened his mouth. “It’s–”

Drops of blood splattered your face as he abruptly collapsed to the floor, dying with a shocked expression that rivaled yours. The bang managed to deafen your ears and froze your body momentarily. Slowly, you looked up and discerned the short figure on the doorway.

Jimin held his gun in one hand, face stony despite the death he caused and the trauma he inflicted on you.

“I really don’t want to do this because I know that not many people like to see real-life violence. But sometimes they need a lesson, don’t they?” He averted his emotionless gaze to you and smiled coldly. “I told you that I’ll kill anyone who talks to you for more than ten seconds. So why did you do it? Are you doubting me?”

“N-no, I…” You began to clamber away as he slowly advanced towards you, but the empty spot on your wrist forced you to stop. “I just… I just wanted someone to talk to me, is all.”

He squinted. “Why? Am I not enough for you until you had to go to someone else? A man at that?”

“… I’m sorry. Please don’t kill me.” you whimpered, eyes stinging from upcoming tears.

“Oh, I know!” You glanced up to him when you heard him snapping his fingers. “You must be lonely, right?”

Well, he wasn’t wrong but… you really didn’t want to hear his next words. It’d be worse, you were sure of it. There was no way he’d be lenient to you anymore after he caught you talking with a servant. As far as you were concerned, it was considered a ‘betrayal’ to him.

Jimin chuckled and swiftly locked his gun. “You should’ve told me! No need for a drastic measure like that!” he chirped despite the irony of the situation. “After we get married, I’ll definitely bring you to my meetings more!”

Your breath hitched. Get what…?

“What… what do you mean?” That was impossible. There was no way he said what you heard him saying, right? No, he couldn’t. He couldn’t just–

“Get married, of course!” he beamed, oblivious to the severity of his words. “My organization only acknowledges the official members, you know? So if you marry me, you’ll become a part of us too. Isn’t that great? That way, I can freely bring you anywhere.”

No, that wasn’t great. It’d never be great. You might not see another violence, hopefully, but you didn’t want to become a part of them. People tended to lump someone with their affiliations, and that meant they’d perceive you as a criminal, too!

You slowly shook your head, the tears started to spill. “Jimin, no… I can’t. I can’t marry you – I don’t want to.”

Jimin blinked owlishly. “What do you mean? Of course, you want to! You’re my girlfriend, after all!” he chirped. “My parents have seen your pictures, and luckily, they want to meet you tomorrow!”

You could’ve sworn your heart stopped beating for a second as the news crashed your head like a brick.

“So I think we should sleep early. It’ll be bad if you start yawning in front of them.” He giggled and plopped down beside you. “Don’t worry, we’ll be eating together from now on. I’ll tighten the security so people can’t come into our room as they please. That way, you won’t be lonely anymore!”

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manggaetteokkie · 4 years

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I think people need to be reminded that despite what anyone thinks, we can’t 100% say that any of the members are even in an exclusive relationship. There’s definitely bonds we can’t deny and closeness that can’t be questioned, but none of us actually know what boundaries, if any, are set up among them. Them sharing beds is nothing new and weird cuts are almost a staple of bts content. Does anyone remember the cut where jimin just popped up by the members out of nowhere? I know that wasn’t as “sus” as the Tae one but still. The editors have never been the neatest editors lol. But that’s besides the point. I don’t think there’s any reason to feel betrayed because these relationships are only projections made by fans and I honestly don’t think the group would’ve lasted as long as it has or would be as close as they are if there was so much shady stuff going on behind the camera. It just doesn’t make sense to me that there could be this constant jealousy raging among them that they’ve had to deal with for 7 years and would willing deal with for however long they keep going. Could there have been instances of it? Definitely. But if the the members were betraying each other left and right, and crossing personal boundaries all the time, I don’t see how they’d still be together. So yeah, if TK shared a bed. Cool. I hope that means they’re feeling less distant. Is that a cause for panic? No. Now as far as why bh cut it, who knows. In that clip, the focus was the three members enjoying the sunrise so maybe it just wasn’t imperative to show TK sleeping (in the dark I might add. They don’t have night vision) and Tae leaving. Especially since we see TK cuddling (in better lighting) in the actual episode. Anyway, sorry this is so long. I just find this panic over ships very odd.

I mean, if my memory is right, I recall Namjoon saying that the members are very close, yes, but they keep very clear boundaries between each other because when people get too close, other aspects become harder (like criticism). I know he’s described BTS as 7 people on a boat heading towards the same place but looking in different directions.

I don’t recall if he’s ever used the term business partners, but I feel like there’s this very negative connotation to the term within the fandom. Personally, while I understand people’s reservations against using it (i.e. it cheapens the bond between them by turning it into a business transaction, it makes it seem all financially motivated when it’s genuine, etc), I can also see how it’s pretty much the boat metaphor put into financial terms. Business partners agree on an objective to be undertaken but each partner may have a different motivation. They are also keenly aware of each other but they’d not do anything that could negatively impact the common goal.

Basically, what I’m trying to say is that they are not this group of men with no concept of boundaries. If anything, I’d assume they’d be more aware of it than anyone. As anon says, whatever unhealthy behaviour people are forcing into them is probably not happening nearly as often as they think because otherwise, this group would not have lasted this long. Do they fight? Do they argue? Do they have disagreements? Absolutely, and we were even privy to a few of them. That doesn’t turn them into some kind of reality tv with backstabbing, jealousy and betrayal at every turn.

I also think it’s better to not read too much into the editing. For example, I think in episode 7 of In The Soop, they showed Jungkook in his room as the time after the night his mosquito net broke, when it was actually the day before (my memory’s spotty on this, might have to double check later to make sure). The point is the editing is not a valid enough evidence of anything.

There’s no need to “assume the worst” just because they didn’t show something. Perhaps a talk was cut because the conversation was private and done out of consideration to the members. Perhaps it simply wasn’t what they thought was interesting for us. If anything, I’m personally very happy to have gotten a deeper insight into tkk’s relationship. We all knew how close they were during their debut days, it was interesting to know that even within the group, they could still be feeling awkward with each other on some things.

#thanks for the ask!#anon #anonymous #answered #bangtan #bts #in the soop #my post #my stuff

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anotherkpopvictim · 3 years

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Into a New World (Through the Gate) - BTS OT7 Fantasy Story Chapter 1

(Pic Source - Jaiho? (I found this on a pinterest but I don’t think it was this person’s) ((Edit is by me tho))

A/N: Hi, so, this is a multi-chaptered story that I’ve had swirling around in my head for a while. I’m not sure how many chapters it’s going to be, and I’m not sure how often I’ll update (especially because I have a few other stories I need to update first) but I will finish this story one way or another.

Happy Birthday, our Hobi <3

Relationship: BTS X BTS

Rating: T (for now)

Words: 2928

Hurt/comfort, fluff, fantasy

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Chapter 1: The Banishing

Worldbuilding Notes on Fairies:

The origin of how fairies came to be is rather unknown. Their attributes and used honorifics suggest they are of Korean descent.

Fairies can be creatures of trickery. Though not inherently evil, fairies possess the ability to manipulate easily if they so please (not all use this ability, though). While they can also sometimes use aura reading to detect whether someone is lying or not, a fairy’s downfall is that they themselves cannot lie. Despite this, they are talented at twisting words and finding loopholes in different situations.

A Fairy’s magic ability is similar to that of witches, but it is easier for them to learn as they are born with a close connection to magic itself, while witches spend years and years learning to connect with magic. Fairies are often good spies as they have their smaller form that can easily hide. Fairies are born with a given color - the color of their hair and eyes. These colors represent common personality traits (though not always 100% accurate from person to person, and not all fairies have all the traits the colors represent). A mix of two or more colors just means that the person has personality traits of multiple colors (i.e. a very dark blue would have traits of both blue and black).

(Link to the basis of color symbolism I’m using - https://www.color-meanings.com/)

Colors and their meanings:

(This part is optional to read, but I will be using this as a basis for fairy personalities in the story)

Red - The color of passion and energy. Red draws attention like no other color and radiates a strong and powerful energy that motivates us to take action. It is also linked to sexuality and stimulates deep and intimate passion.

Orange - The color of enthusiasm and emotion. Orange exudes warmth and joy and is considered a fun color that provides emotional strength. It is optimistic and uplifting, adds spontaneity and positivity to life, and encourages social communication and creativity. It is a youthful and energetic color.

Yellow - The color of happiness and optimism. Yellow is a cheerful and energetic color that brings fun and joy to the world. It makes learning easier as it affects the logical part of the brain, stimulating mentality and perception. It inspires thought and curiosity and boosts enthusiasm and confidence.

Green - The color of harmony and health. Green is a generous, relaxing color that revitalizes our body and mind. It balances our emotions and leaves us feeling safe and secure. It also gives us hope, with promises of growth and prosperity, and it provides a little bit of luck to help us along the way.

Blue - The color of trust and loyalty. Blue has a calming and relaxing effect on our psyche, that gives us peace and makes us feel confident and secure. It dislikes confrontation and too much attention, but it is an honest, reliable, and responsible color and you can always count on its support.

Purple - The color of spirituality and imagination. Purple inspires us to divulge our innermost thoughts, which enlightens us with the wisdom of who we are and encourages spiritual growth. It is often associated with royalty and luxury, and its mystery and magic sparks creative fantasies.

Pink - The color of love and compassion. Pink is kind and comforting, full of sympathy and compassion, and makes us feel accepted. Its friendly, playful spirit calms and nurtures us, bringing joy and warmth into our lives. Pink is also a feminine and intuitive color that is bursting with pure romance.

White - The color of purity and innocence. White is a true balance of all colors and is associated with cleanliness, simplicity, and perfection. It loves to make others feel good and provides hope and clarity by refreshing and purifying the mind. It also promotes open-mindedness and self-reflection.

Black - The color of power and sophistication. Black is an incredibly strong and intimidating color that exudes authority and makes us feel secure and protected. Often seen at formal and prestigious events, this mysterious marvel arouses and seduces our senses with its elegance and sexiness.

Gray - The color of compromise and control. Gray is neutral, conservative, and unemotional. It is practically solid as a rock, making it incredibly stable, reliable, and calming. It has a peaceful, relaxing and soothing presence. Gray avoids attention but offers mature, insightful advice to anyone who asks.

Brown - The color of stability and reliability. Brown is dependable and comforting. A great counselor and friend full of wisdom. You can count on its help if you need an honest opinion, support, and protection. It stabilizes us, helps us stay grounded, and inspires us to appreciate the simple things in life.

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Hoseok listened to his older brother babble on to the other five high council members, trying to manifest the courage to speak up to him about what had been weighing him down since the last meeting.

Minseok, his brother, was not a bad person. However, he also wasn’t necessarily a good person either. As the crowned King of the Fairy Kingdom of Aurora, he wasn’t the worst candidate in their long history, not by a long shot. Hoseok had watched him exile a butler after he brought him an indigo-colored robe instead of a dark purple one by accident, but had also seen him send fresh-baked loaves of bread to the orphanage nearby as a treat for the children. He was a man capable of coming up with creative solutions but sometimes allowed his power and authority to cloud his judgment.

An enigma, his brother most certainly was.

This was why Hoseok was so nervous to bring up the topic on his mind. He wasn’t sure how Minseok was going to react, though no one ever really knew. Nevertheless, he needed to give it a try, for the good of their people.

“King Minseok,” Hoseok addressed, standing up from his seat when a lull came in the conversation. He bowed politely towards his brother. “There is a concern of mine that I needed to bring up, brother.”

The older man with a head full of shocking dark purple hair and eyes the same color looked at him curiously. “Yes, Hoseok-ah. What is the matter, brother?”

Hoseok gulped against the lump forming in his throat and forced himself to speak. His brother was being kind right now, but he knew the man could turn on a dime. “The army, brother. They have been urging us for some time now to give the soldiers more time before sending them to war.”

Minseok raised an eyebrow, “We have an alliance with the jinns, a promise to fight with them against the demons.”

“I know, my King,” Hoseok replied. “But our soldiers are being slaughtered on the battlefield. If we could change the laws in place and give them a few more months of training to build up their skills-”

“So, what you’re saying is that I should spend more money and time on our soldiers when the war they are fighting isn’t to be a long one?” The King asked, interrupting Hoseok’s words.

It was predicted that the jinns were going to win the war with the demons, though it was a slow process. “We’ve lost thousands of our citizens, Minseok-hyung.” Hoseok urged. “Lives were lost when they could have lived if only they had more skills and endurance. The captains have been coming to us since they realized the pattern months ago.”

Minseok furrowed his eyebrows in annoyance. “We already give so many resources to the military, we don’t have anything to spare.”

“We’ll find some, we’ll find a way-”

“ENOUGH!” Minseok boomed, standing up from the throne and slamming his hands down on the table. “The way the laws are written right now give our soldiers plenty of time to refine their skills before they are sent off to fight. More soldiers come back than don’t and that’s more than we could ask for. I will not spend another second on this unimportant topic when there are other issues to be resolved.”

“But, hyung,” Hoseok pleaded. He knew he should just shut up, but the worried words of the captains wouldn’t leave his mind. “Perhaps you could just allow some of the captains to tell you their worries personally. I really think that we need to-”

Minseok’s dark purple hair began to lift around his golden crown, glowing and sparking with magic. That was when Hoseok knew it was over for him.

“Hoseok-ssi, you know better than to talk back to your King!” his brother hissed.

“Hyung, my King, I’m sorry-”

“You’re banished!”

Hoseok nearly choked. “W-What?”

“I’m banishing you from Aurora. How dare you rebel against the King!” Minseok raged, motioning for guards to grab onto Hoseok.

Hoseok could see the anger in his brother’s eyes, the betrayal, and knew that there was no changing the crazed, overdramatic sentence given to him.

“Minseok,” Hoseok looked at his brother with one final plea, “Please don’t do this. I didn’t mean to offend you in any way.”

Minseok snarled, his bright purple hair starting to glow and move as his power began to build up inside of him. “You’ve betrayed the crown. You’ve betrayed me. There is no place in Aurora for you any longer.”

Hoseok bent his head, knowing that his brother had truly made his decision and nothing he could say would change his mind. His own shocking orange hair lay flat against his head, no spark of power anywhere to be found - a sure sign of any fairy’s defeat.

The five councilmen who were occupying the table with the two brothers sat in silence, eyes sympathetic as they watched Hoseok being escorted out of the room.

There were ten guards that led them towards the Gate that was situated just outside the castle walls, two of them holding onto Hoseok’s arms like he was going to even try to get away. He knew better than that.

A misty, swirling wall of fog lay just behind the golden bars of the Gate. Hoseok could only watch with a defeated look in his eyes as his brother opened the right door of the Gate and then turned to look at him.

“Jung Hoseok, you are hereby banished from Aurora under my authority, King Minseok of the Fairy Kingdom. Shall you ever choose to return, you will be greeted with death.” Minseok snarled out his brother’s sentence with such malice it made Hoseok cringe. Then the King turned to the two guards holding Hoseok’s arms and ordered, “Throw him through the Gate.”

Hoseok, whose heart was racing with fear in his chest, didn’t fight the two men at all. As he was forced forward, he shut his eyes tightly and braced himself. He merely accepted his fate as he was pushed harshly into the swirling fog.

Now, Hoseok had never traveled worlds before, so he hadn’t ever experienced what it was like to go through a Gate before.

At first, it felt as if he was falling at a great speed, the breath snatched from his lungs. Then, he suddenly felt himself slow down before dropping onto some sort of hard surface.

Laying on the ground, Hoseok was reluctant to open his eyes. He knew that he must be on Earth now, as Earth was the center of the worlds, but he didn’t know exactly where. He couldn’t hear much besides the ruffling of some leaves in the breeze and birds chirping happily. The temperature was slightly cooler than he was used to, and his attire of matching silk shorts and a shirt certainly didn’t do anything to keep him warm.

Taking in a brave breath, Hoseok opened his eyes and took in the scene before him. He was in a forest lush with tall, green trees. Pretty blue flowers bloomed in patches on the ground, bringing Hoseok a bit of relief. Surely the place couldn’t be too bad if there were beautiful flowers blooming, right?

From Hoseok’s limited knowledge of Earth, he knew that it was the center of the realms and welcomed those of all supernatural backgrounds. While most supernatural beings had their own realm to call home, there were a few that didn’t. Vampires, shapeshifters, and witches lived primarily on Earth. Creatures like jinns, goblins, demons, and yes, fairies, all had their own realm.

Gates only existed between Earth and these worlds, but they were plentiful all across the Earth. Most Gates were situated in Gate Stations (just like a train station) but there were some that were simply situated in the middle of nowhere.

Of course, it appeared that Minseok had to make things even more difficult for his brother by sending him somewhere obscure. Hoseok hadn’t had the chance to see exactly where he was sending him to. A childish move on the older man’s part.

“Well, gosh marbles!” Hoseok shouted into the trees as he stood up and dusted himself off. “What am I going to do now?”

Where was he to go? What was he to do? The Fairy Kingdom was all he had known his whole life.

“E-Excuse me?”

Hoseok yelped with a start at the sudden voice, his head whipping around to find the source. He caught sight of a young-looking man peeking out from behind one of the trees to his left. He had big, curious doe eyes and didn’t appear to be much of a threat, but Hoseok knew from experience not to let his guard down.

“W-Who are you?” he asked, kicking himself when he stuttered.

The young man came out from behind the tree, revealing his all-black ensemble; jeans, a leather jacket, and some army boots. Hoseok remembered reading that fashion was quite different on Earth, but he was still surprised. “I’m Jungkook. Who are you?”

(JKs look) (except no beanie)

“Hoseok,” he replied cautiously.

“Did you just come through the Gate?” Jungkook asked, head tilting towards said Gate right behind Hoseok.

“Yes.”

Jungkook hummed thoughtfully. “No one’s come through that Gate in years.”

“Oh...” Hoseok said intelligently. “Um, could you perhaps tell me where I am?”

“Well, I would assume you at least know that you’re on Earth, but more specifically, you’re just outside of Seoul, South Korea.”

“South Korea...” Hoseok repeated, wracking his brain for anything he knew about this place. He knew that he’d heard of it, but he wasn’t sure where from.

“You’re a fairy, right?” Jungkook asked, rather excitedly. “Many fairies seem to have Korean in their blood. So technically, you’re in your ancient homeland!”

Ah, Hoseok thought, that makes sense. Fairies were rather sheltered about things outside of their own Kingdom, so while Hoseok had heard that they were possibly descendants of Earth’s South Korea, he didn’t know much about it at all.

Hoseok blinked at the smiling young man before him, whose grin and scrunched-up nose made him look uncannily like a rabbit, not to mention his adorable front teeth.

“Ah, sorry!” Jungkook turned a little sheepish. “Ever since my Jimin-hyung came, I’ve really wanted to meet another fairy so badly!”

Hoseok didn’t have time to register that apparently, South Koreans used the same honorifics as fairies, as the more important part of the young man’s statement caught Hoseok’s attention. “You know another fairy?”

“Mhm,” Jungkook nodded his head dutifully, his shaggy dark brown hair bobbing up and down with it. “Jiminie’s color is pink. And he lives with us.”

“Us?”

“Me and my hyungs! There are six of us. We live just a couple miles away from here.” Jungkook answered with a fond smile.

“A pack, huh?” Hoseok gave the young man a once-over when he realized he had no idea what creature Jungkook was. “Are you...human?”

Jungkook shook his head before opening his mouth and pointing at some very tiny but pointy incisors that hadn’t been there a moment ago. “I’m a vampire, like my Yoongi-hyung. I was obviously a human, though, before he saved me.” Jungkook’s smile faded a bit as he seemed to get lost in a memory.

“A little vamp, I see,” Hoseok replied, feeling like he needed to lighten the mood. “How old are you?”

“I’ve been a vampire for seven years, and I was twenty-three when I was turned.” A pretty young vampire then. Hoseok had read about vampires who lived to be thousands of years old.

“Well,” Hoseok began with a gentle smile, “I’m one hundred thirty-eight, so I guess that makes me your hyung.”

Jungkook let out a sigh of relief. “Good, I don’t like being a hyung.”

Hoseok chuckled at the younger’s adorableness before he remembered where he was and what had conspired for him to be here.

Jungkook must have noticed his expression sadden because he gave a little gasp. “Hoseok-hyung, do you need somewhere to stay? I’m sure my hyungs wouldn’t mind housing you for now.”

Hoseok honestly questioned the young man. Who in their right mind invited a total stranger into their home? Jungkook the baby vampire, apparently. Hoseok doubted that he had any nefarious ulterior motives for inviting him, as fairies were fairly good at reading others and he didn’t sense anything from him, but it was strange nonetheless.

However, Hoseok really didn’t have anywhere to go or any money to get a place to stay. He’d been thrown out of the only world he’s ever known and didn’t know what he was supposed to do. And he was tired, just plain tired from the eventful day.

So, he gave the only answer he really could.

“I would love a place to stay, Jungkook-ah.”

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A/N: So...what did you think?

I’ve never written anything in the fantasy genre but I’ve been loving so many fantasy fics lately that I just had to take a try at it. I don’t know much about the specifics of the different supernatural creatures in legends and such, so these will mostly be of my own making, but with some common traits you probably know.

Please do not expect me to update this for a while, as I need to update a few other stories first, but I will not abandon this fic.

I tried to make it clear that Hoseok’s brother, Minseok, has an unstable mentality, and thus feeling like his brother betrayed him over something rather ridiculous and banishing him seemed reasonable to him.

Please leave comments and likes as they fuel my motivation to write exponentially <3 And if you have any suggestions now or in future chapters for what you would like to see, I would love the ideas and will try to work them into the story (though I don’t have much solidly planned just yet anyways).

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So far we know:

Seokjin - ?

Yoongi - Vampire

Hoseok - Fairy (138)

Namjoon - ?

Jimin - Fairy

Taehyung - ?

Jungkook - Vampire (30)

(I think you’ll meet the others in the next chapter!)

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